Copyright 2002, miendrasuo. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com. Original posting date: Tuesday PM, Dec 31, 2002 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: oldmurie.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: m/F inc cons Story_intro: Muriel had just turned 57. Her body testifying unerringly to this milestone. All the curves and bulges were there making up her 70kg, 1.63m tall frame. Old Muriel Written by miendrasuo Muriel had just turned 57. Her body testifying unerringly to this milestone. All the curves and bulges were there making up her 70kg, 1.63m tall frame. Muriel had some African in her, which explained her fuller features. Her plump chunky arms flanked her 36G melons which, without a bra, hung well over her potbelly. To compliment her tummy which stood out about 15cm in front of her, Muriel had a humped ass which jutted out 20cm to the rear which inturn exploded into 60cm wide holsters running down into thick chunky extravagant thighs and calves. Her half grey head of hair was kept short, hanging just into her neck with 57 years clearly depicted on her roundish face but her outspoken and extrovert nature was still the same. As she's been single for almost her entire life and earning a basic wage that saw her living from hand to mouth and day to day, Muriel wasn't well off. She rented a separate entrance in the backyard of a 70+ elderly couple in the susburbs. Her daily routine was pretty much carved in stone. She rose early for work, caught the 6am bus into the city, caught the 6pm bus back home, ate, watched TV and went to bed. Peter's routine was pretty much the same but for a 29 year old it was on the lame side. Because he was an introvert, he kept to himself and hardly spoke. When Peter's work shift changed it inadvertently coincided with Muriel's travel schedule. Muriel's attention was somehow grabbed when she first saw Peter alight the bus. She was momentarily dumbfounded. Somehow the sight of this young man just sent her mind careering into memories that she tried so hard to forget. Memories of her last relationship that ended in heartache and tears for her almost three decades ago. Instead of remorse for Peter, her heart actually took on an erratic thumping in her chest. Whenever she saw Peter she made a concrete effort to make him notice her by greeting him receptively. Her chance eventually came when the seat next to Peter was open when she alighted the bus one evening. When Peter saw Muriel again that same old shiver cracked through him when he first began noticing her and all the other times thereafter. "Shit, here's that ol' momma again...ok, alright she spotted me...come on momma come sit her next to me." Peter thought to himself as he slowly became anxious inside. "Thank God there's a seat open next to that boy. I must hurry before someone else takes it." Muriel thought to herself as her heart began thumping. "Hi, how are you?" Muriel greeted half nervously. "I'm Ok and yourself? Peter answered, his heart bumping almost as hard as Muriel's. "I'm doing OK, by the way, I'm Muriel." "Oh, Hi, pleased to meet you, I'm Peter." Peter and Muriel caught up with each other by talking almost every night back home on the bus. It was clear now that the penchant they developed for each other was now cemented. "I was raised by foster parents, two women mind you, who at that time were old enough to be my grandparents. I think they were about 60 years old. The last one passed away about four years ago. So don't be surprised if I like talking to you...well, not that you're old, infact you still look very youthful. You must be about 19, 20,...Heeheheee..." Peter tried to smooth his mistake out. "Hehheehee...It's OK. I know I'm not a spring chicken anymore. Infact I turned 57 the other day." Muriel laughed, relieving Peter. "No, you're playing with me right!? I would have said 48 or something around there." Peter replied rather taken aback. "Hahaahaha...Why thank you young man. I could have been your mother but your flattery is actually working." Muriel chuckled, half red faced. "And you? Are you married? Children?" Peter asked, a slight trace of uneasness in his voice. "No! I'm not married, no boyfriend. I've been on my own for the last three decades and I...er...had a child but...that's another story." Muriel's face dropped when thoughts of her long lost son bombarded her. "I'm sorry. I guess that isn't a good subject 'cause you don't look too happy now." Peter asked worriedly. "No I'm Ok. We can talk about it again. Well what about you? Married, girlfriends, children?!" Muriel, chanted, a little bit of anxiety in her voice. "No! No! and No!" "Ok if that's the case then maybe you can come over for a drink or two one evening." Muriel added, relieved. "Sounds great. Beer or something less risque?" Peter said deviously. "Beer is what the doctor ordered."Muriel chuckled. Peter had, no sooner, even found a pet name for Muriel, namely, momma. They settled on the coming Friday evening to get together and socialise. They decided that Peter would carry on home with Muriel on Friday evening after work. When they arrived at her place the noisy gate alerted the nosey landlords who obviously peered out the window. "Don't mind those inquistive old sods." Muriel irritatingly murmered to Peter. "Check the concern in my eye." Peter laughed. "Please don't judge my humble little home." Muriel said as the unlocked and opened her door. "Hmmm, looks cosy, nothing wrong here." He commented as he looked around. "Thanks. Make yourself at home, I'm gonna freshen up quickly." Muriel said. Peter stared Muriel down as she walked away towards a cordened off area which probably was her bathroom. He had been doing that a lot in the last few days, drinking in her buxomness and imagining what she looked like naked. "I'm gonna crack open a beer in the mean time if you don't mind, momma." Peter hollered. "No problem. Pass one on for me as well, will you?" She hollered back. A shiver cracked through Peter's being at the sound of Muriel's request because she was probably naked already. "It's OK don't mind me like this, there's actually nothing worth looking at." Muriel hollered again, her voice slightly tremored. "Errr...well if that's your bra hanging there, then I'd say you're wrong." Peter chuckled. "Mmmm, like them big and saggy hey!" Muriel chuckled back. "Hahhhaaahahahaaa…..OK, you caught me out." Peter laughed. He made his way over with Muriel's beer while he struggled to keep his breathing normal. "Here you go, momma." Muriel whisked the curtain open wide enough for Peter to take in as much of her 36G melons before she grabbed the beer and pulled the curtain close again. "Well, what do you think? Muriel asked. "Let's just say, 57, you're one fine age to be at...hahahhaahaa." Peter laughed. When Muriel finished up a few minutes later, she joined Peter with the beers and some snacks she made the night before. She had a sleeveless nightie on and Peter guessed that that was probably the only thing she had on. About two hours later and about ten beers between them, they were pretty vocal and merry. "You wanna dance?" Muriel asked. "Sure, let's do it." It was slow, soft music crooning in the background. Peter stood a foot taller than Muriel as they enveloped each other and swayed to the music. Slowly the feelings began igniting within them. Peter had the old woman snugly ensared in his strong arms as did she him in hers. Their hearts began beating harder and faster and then their hands began carressing each other. Their breathing became audible. "My son I spoke about, would have been or is about your age." Muriel whimpered breathlessly. "I lost him when he was two years old. His father ran away with him. The authorities never found them so I thought the worst." She continued. "I'm sad to hear that and I feel for you but tell me how can I ease the pain at this point in time?" Peter said nervously. "Well I always follow my heart, why don't you just...do the same." Muriel stuttered into his chest. Peter's lips found the slightly wrinkled forehead of Muriel's head and kissed her. This catapulted into a steamier engagement and no sooner they were frenching, rubbing and clasping each other all over. Zips went, buttons popped and within minutes they were sprawling around naked. Peter's 8 inch cock was rock hard and being smothered by Muriel's 36G melons as they continued to embrace while sucking hungrily on each other. A slight film of sweat traced their shivering, crimson bodies. Muriel broke their embrace and led him to her bed just a few meters away. She lied down and Peter followed her, planting his sweaty pelvis between her spread apart mammoth thighs. It was sucking, licking and kissing with the sounds of grunting and groaning ringing out inside the little apartment. Peter bucked his shivering ass into Muriel's humping pelvis. His cock head sliced and jabbed through her 30 yr dormant, soppy gash. It wasn't long when their bushes were soggy with her splattering pre-cum. Red and purple marks adorned their necks within no time. Peter's composure abandoned him as he clasped his cock and guided it towards Muriel's pussy hole and drove home. Simultaneously they cried out when Peter sank his rock hard penis and began hammering his ass. Muriel was as tight as a rusted nut as Peter's ass muscles pumped and contracted under ther strain. The sensations that emanated from the fiery fuck sent them into deliria. Muriel's cunt lips were like two fat leeches around Peter's cock, sucking the semen from deep within his balls. Every blistering thrust sent his balls slapping noisily into the crack of Muriel's ass while they grunted and squealed in absolute bliss. "God, momma, I wanna piss rain my cum inside you!" Peter stuttered aloud nervously. "Do it my baby, come on, lemme feel it shoot!" Muriel panted back wildly. It wasn't long when Peter began grunting and his ass started fucking erratically. Then his ass jammed in shut and his eggs erupted, sending slime blast after the other deep into Muriel's depths. They were in rapture as the insemination took place. Moments later as the heat subsided, they were two sweaty, red breathless bodies collapsed on a heap with Peter's cock still jammed inside Muriel's pussy. "God, I knew it was going to be a mad hot fuck with you momma but this fuck blew my mind." Peter panted. "You don't how much what you just said means to me and I was just thinking the same thing." Muriel panted back. With these assurances they eventually fell asleep. The next morning another riotous fuck blew out. Muriel and Peter were more ecstatic. They grunted out loud with the furious fuck tempo and the sound of the bed springs squeaking and squawking seemed even madder. The landlords were eventually alerted to the feint noises of carnal lust filtering from the little room which saw him and his wife peering with wide eyes through their curtains at Muriel's outhouse. When Peter left later that morning, Muriel's main concern was whether she would see her boy again. Her worries were unfounded. Peter left her little abode that morning smitten by Muriel's mature affection and passion. It was his life long dream come true – to be with a controversially older women. A month later they shacked up and even had plans of getting hitched. What Peter also came to realise was that Muriel's lost child was a cross she carried because she would mention it quite often and looked glum at that point. He then promised her he'll find out about what had happened and while he was at it thought that it wouldn't hurt if he dug a bit into his own past as well. When Muriel got home Peter was there waiting for her. He had a sad, ghost look on his face. "Hello my boy, what's wrong?" Muriel asked wide-eyed as she dropped her bags and sat down beside Peter on the bed. Peter opened his mouth but struggled to talk. "It's OK take your time." Muriel said, now looking worried. "I'm your baby boy, Teddy." Peter stuttered. Muriel gasped in shock, covering her open mouth. She was speechless. They both sat there for what seemed like minutes when Muriel took her son's hand in hers and held it tightly. Without saying anything they glanced toward each other and slowly their lips eventually locked into a lustily plucking and biting exchange. That night the maddest fuck of their lives bellowed out in their humble little home. *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.