My best friend was Greg. He and I, along with all our gang, were just out of high school, and were 19. Greg's mom wasn't a woman most of the guys would rate very high usually averaged about seven among all my friends' moms, but she resembled my mom. So, I guess that's why I was drawn to her. They say most men marry their mothers.
She was 39, had a button nose, pretty blue eyes with frosted, dishwater blonde hair styled in a bouffant straight out of the 50's, shapely hourglass figure, and a plump, breathtaking, bubble butt to die for, no doubt to make up for her lack of breasts. I guess that's why most of my friends deducted three points from the perfect ten I thought she deserved. In any case, she also had shapely thighs, beautifully sculpted claves and small pretty feet. She stood about five feet three inches tall in her bare feet. She also had creamy ivory colored skin, but during the summer she spent a lot of time getting slightly tanned. All-in-all a very gorgeous woman in my opinion.
My friends and I liked hanging out at Greg's house. He had a basement that had been converted into a media room with games, big screen TV, and an awesome stereo system. There was a couch against the wall with a big picture mirror above it, two large comfortable chairs facing inward, and a coffee table in between for convenience.
The TV was in front of the couch so all could see, and there were also a few gaming chairs that were easily rolled around for the fierce battles we played on the various gaming consoles.
Plus, Greg didn't have a father hanging around busting our chops about one thing or another, and his mom, Patsy, would always serve us snacks when we were there. Sometimes, she'd even hang out with us, and drink a few beers while we played. She was a cool mom, and fun when she hung out with us.
When we were hanging out, I always made sure I was sitting in one of the chairs on either side of the couch. It made it much easier to see Ms. Day's ass when she bent over to serve us snacks.
Damn! Did she have a great ass! Not to mention her gorgeous thighs and claves as they went all the way down to her pretty little feet.
Ms. Day always wore these little one-piece rompers that hugged her body nicely. They zipped up the front, had short sleeves, and the short legs were only a couple of inches long, if that, for displaying that breathtaking ass and thighs. She must've had several of those rompers because that's all she ever seemed to be wearing around the house. She obviously knew how good she looked in them.
I didn't know anything about Greg's father. He never talked about him, but I found out later that his dad skipped out on them when Greg was just a toddler. They never really heard from him after he flew the coop, and they never tried to track him down.
****
Greg, along with me and all our friends, rode motorcycles. We loved the freedom. I guess you could say we had our own little motorcycle gang, but we didn't do any of the criminal activity typically associated with motorcycle gangs. We weren't that kind of gang. We just loved riding our bikes.
Greg was kind of a speed freak. Whenever he was on the open road, with little or no traffic, he'd gun it reaching speeds well over 120 mph. That was just too fast for my taste. So, sometimes he'd have to stop and wait for the rest of us to catch up.
Then came the day that changed our lives forever. Greg was riding on an unfamiliar road at top speeds when he came up on a curve. Before he could adjust, he lost it, and ended up in the wood's unconscious, wrecked against a tree.
His injuries were severe, and he was put in the Intensive Care Unit as the doctors treated him. He was there for a couple of months. The first few weeks he was in a medically induced coma to protect his brain functionality as he healed.
Eventually, the doctors allowed him to come out of his coma, but, by then, the only people that came by regularly was his mother and me. I think our friends just got tired of coming by to see someone that never knew they were ever even there. By the time the doctors woke him, everyone had pretty much gotten on with their lives.
Once Greg was awake, it didn't go unnoticed that the only people he ever seemed to see were his mom and me. Sure, some of our friends would pop in every now and then, but not often and not for very long.
Greg's health seemed to be getting better for a short period. Then, suddenly, he took a turn for the worse. Although he was still conscious, he'd be in and out for short periods of time.
Then, while he was in one of his short lucid moments, he asked to speak to me alone, and sent his mother out.
That's when he asked me something that took me by complete surprise. He asked "If I don't pull through, buddy, will you look after my mom? You're the only one I can trust with this. Please take care of her. I know her, and, If I'm gone, she'll completely lose it."
I knew this was a big ask, and so did he. So, I thought about it seriously for a few minutes, making sure he knew I was taking it seriously, too. Then I said "Sure, I'll take good care of her. Don't worry about anything except getting better, and out of that bed."
Not long afterwards, maybe just a few days, he fell back into a coma for a few days before the doctors came in and told his mom that there was very little hope he'd ever recover. Fortunately, while Greg was in one of his short conscious spells, he gave the doctors permission to talk to his mother about his health in my presence.
That was a good choice on Greg's part because his mother completely fell apart when the doctors broke the bad news to her that there was very little hope. She fell apart in my arms. I held her in the hospital nonstop for two days until Greg finally gave up the ghost.
****
Once Greg was gone, his mom was a wreck. I stood by her throughout the ordeal. I even stayed in Greg's old bedroom for a while, which wasn't easy for me, so I'd be available anytime she needed me, which was often.
I was with her when she made the arrangements for Greg's funeral. I even made a few decisions when it just became too much for her, and I held her throughout the entire funeral. I think some of her friends may have thought that was odd.
But, through it all, I kept my promise to my friend. No matter how tough it got, she always had me to give her comfort.
After a few of weeks, she was beginning to get back to her old self even though she cried herself to sleep most nights. So, I moved back to my apartment I shared with some friends.
One night, I went to check on her, and she invited me to go out for dinner and to watch a movie afterwards.
Throughout dinner she went on and on about how appreciative she was to me for my support. She said "I don't know how I would've survived without you, or how I can ever repay you."
I responded "You're a strong woman. You would've been fine, and you'll never need to repay me for anything. I'm just glad I was there for you, and, to be honest, I received just as much support from you as you did from me. So, let's just call it even."
She said "You're so sweet. You're just being nice. You and I both know I would've never made it through without you. You're a blessing, and, by the way, I know about your promise. But you went above and beyond. You didn't have to do everything you did, and I appreciate it all."
I told her "Actually, I think I would've done it anyway. I never did anything out of obligation. As I said, you gave me just as much support as I gave you. Supporting you helped me out of my own pity party."
Eventually, we settled in to watch the movie, and she snuggled into me on the couch wearing one of her hot little rompers.
Once she snuggled in, I put my arm around her. Hugging her had become common, especially when she was crying, which was often, but snuggling her was different.
I realized about halfway through the movie that my fingers were touching the soft flesh of the exposed swell of her breast. My heart began to beat rapidly. It felt like it was about to erupt right out of my chest.
I think she felt my touch, but thought that maybe it was an accident. Or, maybe she just didn't want to spoil the movie. I don't really know, but, at this point, I could no longer concentrate on the movie. All I could think about were my fingers on the soft, pliant skin of her breast.
Without thinking, I began to slowly move my fingers lightly up and down, feeling her soft flesh. As hard as I tried, I couldn't stop the movement. My brain was no longer in control.
I'm sure she felt the movement, too. She must've. My fingertips must've felt light and sensual on her skin, because I could feel the goosebumps rise on her flesh. But I assume she didn't really know what to do. So, she did nothing. For whatever reason, I'm glad she didn't move my hand away.
As my hand trembled, I moved it slowly down her chest just a bit at a time until my fingertips were right at the edge of her romper near the zipper.
Ms. Day now had to know this was no accident. So, she reached up and grabbed my hand stopping it, dead in its tracks, but she didn't move it away. That was a good sign. I didn't really know why, but, when she touched my hand, her hand just stopped. She sat there holding my hand, in place, throughout the rest of the movie.
We both sat there watching the movie enjoying our intimate caress, as if this was something we normally did. As I got more excited, I had to move around just enough to ease the tension in my pants which didn't go unnoticed by Ms. Day.
My mind was racing as if the feeling of her soft skin was the most incredible sensation ever.
As I said, I could feel the goosebumps under my fingertips indicating to me that she was enjoying it, too.
Suddenly, the movie was over, and we both jumped up cleaning up our popcorn bowl and drinks from the coffee table mentioning nothing about our intimacy. I followed her to the kitchen hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in my pants, but it was too late. She had already noticed.
Nothing more was said. We just washed the dishes, and talked, as we cleaned, about insignificant little nothings. Then, she told me "I used to love to serve you snacks when you hung out in the basement."
I asked her "Why?"
She answered my question with a question "Did you ever notice the big mirror over the couch?"
I said "Well, yes. I knew it was there, but never paid it much attention."
Then she said "Well, you should've. When I'd bend over to serve the snacks, I'd watch you check me out in the mirror. I actually loved the look in your eyes. It made me feel sexy like a woman again."
I said "Really?"
She said "You were the only one of the gang that ever looked at me like that. I loved it."
Finally, while feeling bold, I admitted "Well, I always thought you were... I mean are attractive."
She just smiled sheepishly, and said "Thank you."
Then, she just looked me in the eyes, and let the subject drop. Perhaps dropping the subject wasn't really her intention. It just took me by surprise, and I didn't know how to respond.
With any other girl, I would've had no problem coming up with a response, but this was my best friend's mom. I was only supposed to be there to comfort her… not flirt with her.
Later that night, she walked me to the door, we just looked at each other for a moment, and we said good night. Then, I headed home for the evening.
****
A couple of days later, she called me, and asked "May I treat you to dinner Friday night?"
I responded "Absolutely, I'd love to go out with you. Should I pick you up around 7:00?" I made it a point of sounding like I was accepting an invitation out on a date without sounding too absolute.
She said "That sounds wonderful!"
As the night of our "date" approached I became more and more nervous. Was that previous encounter a fluke, or was her response made with real intent? I floated that idea around in my head all week back and forth. I thought I'd completely lose it before Friday arrived.
Finally, the night had come for our dinner "date". I wasn't sure where we were going. So, I dressed in a nice shirt with dress pants and dress shoes. I wasn't too dressy for a club, nor too shabby for a nice restaurant. I was hoping to be prepared for anything. I guess that was the boy scout in me.
I arrived at her house promptly at 7:00. I nervously knocked on her door, and I heard a soft voice say "Come in. It's open."
So, I timidly turned the knob, and opened the door. I walked through the doorway, and down the foyer into the den.
There she stood wearing a strapless little black dress with a plunging neckline which exposed very little cleavage since she had very little to expose. Whatever she lacked in cleavage, she more than made up for with her ass. It was a magnificent ass, very few I've ever seen were any better. The bottom hem of her dress came below the knee on the right side, and angled up to about halfway up her thigh on the left side.
When I saw her, my eyes nearly bugged out of my head. It was sort of like Roger Rabbit when he saw Jessica Rabbit.
Once I shoved my eyes back into my head, and got my tongue off the floor and back into my mouth, we greeted each other. I helped her with her wrap. Then I opened the door for her (a gentlemanly habit that I now have no doubt was created by men who wanted to watch women's asses as they walked in front of them.)
When we got to the car, I opened the door for her, allowing her to sit as my eyes feasted on her legs while she swung them around into the car. Then I closed her door, hurried around to the driver's side of the car, got in, cranked the car, and headed to the restaurant.
Once we arrived, I parked, jumped out of the car, ran around to her side, opened the door for her, and admired her legs as I helped her out of the car. I'm sure she had to notice the direction of my eyes.
After the maître d' finally seated us in the restaurant, I commented "This is a very nice restaurant... It's very dimly lit, and very romantic here in the back corner, Ms. Day."
She said "Just a 'Thank you' for being there for me when I needed you, and I think you can call me Patsy now."
Wanting to try out calling her by her given name, I told her "You had no need to thank me, but I'm glad you did, Patsy." She smiled at the sound of her name.
We both ordered the lobster, and she said "The lobster is always a good choice here. I hope you like it."
I replied "I've never had lobster I didn't enjoy."
Then, before our dinner arrived, we just sat and chatted about mundane, everyday issues.
Once our dinner arrived, we began discussing more relevant topics mostly about how our lives had been affected since Greg's death, but, once she started to get a little weepy, we changed the subject.
Now we were discussing how close we'd become actively avoiding the death of Greg. We kept the discussion more on the positive aspects of our relationship as opposed to the tragic reasons we were now so close, all while ordering a few drinks along the way.
Surprisingly, it wasn't as difficult as we may have thought keeping it on a positive note. There were so many positive aspects of our developing relationship. We'd become so close. Much closer than we ever thought we could.
Before we knew it, we were being asked to finish up because it was now the restaurant's closing time.
I got up, walked around the table, pulled out her chair for her, and she got up. Then, we left the restaurant.
When we arrived back at her home, she invited me in, not that I didn't already feel like this was my home away from home. She changed into one of her little rompers. We went to the media room, and she put on an old romantic-comedy "When Harry Met Sally" which was one of her favorite movies. We'd watched it together before.
At the perfect time, I turned to Patsy and brought my lips to hers. Our lips touched and I breathed in the scent of her perfume, her breath and the scent of her body wash. My heart stopped as her soft lips brushed against mine. We closed our eyes and melted into each other's arms. I felt her tongue slip across my lips as she moved it back and forth across mine.
I felt a spark rush through my spine. Unsure of what to do next with my friend's mother, but, even so, I loved the passion. I tilted my head and touched her tongue with mine. I was lost. It probably only lasted a couple of minutes, but it felt like forever as my heart began to flutter more and more with each passing moment.
Eventually, she pulled away as we locked eyes. At that moment, as I looked into her eyes, it was as though everything in my life, up to that point, meant nothing. This was going to change everything. I was both shocked and amazed at the sensations I felt through a single kiss.
As we looked into each other's eyes, we said "Goodnight." Then, I left, and headed home.
That kiss was all I could think about that night as I tried to fall asleep. Before I knew it, the sun was shining through my window bringing me out of my mental fog.
****
As the following weeks slipped by, I began to spend more and more time "comforting" Patsy, but we didn't kiss again. As a matter of fact, we never brought up the subject. So, I assumed it was a one-off.
Then, she asked me to go out to dinner again, her treat, on Friday night at 7:00, and we planned on watching another movie after dinner. This time she told me to dress casually. We were going to an Indian restaurant we both knew. We both loved the spicey flavors from this authentic Indian restaurant.
As the weekend approached, I had gone by to check on her a few times throughout the week, and she seemed to be doing much better. She wasn't crying or even looking sad. Her spirits seemed to be much higher than I could remember since before Greg's death. She was getting back to her old self again.
I really began looking forward to our "date" since it seemed like it may be a more cheerful evening than we'd come accustomed to more recently. Indeed, my hopes were sky high for an exciting evening for more than one reason.
Finally, our night had come, and I was watching the minutes tick by as I got more and more nervous. I drove up to her house, got out of the car, stepped up to the door, and knocked lightly. I heard a voice from inside say "Come in," and I entered her home. A moment later, and she was coming down the stairs in a low cut knit top, a pair of tight, faded, jeans, and a pair of black sandals with three heals. She looked spectacular.
Then I walked her out to my car, opened the door for her, and let her in. I couldn't help myself as I looked down her shirt glimpsing an eyeful of her beautiful, creamy, soft, skinned chest.
I walked back around the car, and got in. Then, we drove off to the Indian restaurant.
It was a comfortable drive. We took our time, and enjoyed the sights along the way. We chatted about everyday things as we rode as though this was a normal thing for us to do.Once we were there, I escorted her in, and pulled out her chair since there was no maître d' here to greet us. The waitress gave us each a menu, and we selected our meals for the evening. We both ordered the Rabdi and Malpua, naan, and Gulab jamun (rose berries) for dessert. It was very cool that we both liked the same dishes.
After eating our delicious meal, and enjoying each other's company, we headed home.
Once we arrived, there was a nervous moment at the door like you might get before your first kiss goodnight, but we quickly got by it, and I opened the door for her, and followed her in. Then, she went upstairs to change into another of her little rompers she loved so much. I'm sure she realized how much I loved them too.
Next, we sat down on the couch in the media room, and selected a movie to watch. As always, it was a romantic comedy. Those were her favorites.
We started the movie, started watching, and it got to the first romantic part of the movie where the male lead leaned in and kissed the female lead, I turned my head towards her, and she turned her head towards me. My heart skipped a beat. Damn, I was about to Kiss her again I thought. It was really going to happen.
Suddenly, I was petrified, but I summoned all my courage. I reached my arms around her, pulled her into me as I moved my lips towards hers. Our lips gently met as I could feel her lips next to mine.
Her heart began to pound. I could feel it even though mine was beating harder than I could ever remember. I could definitely feel two distinct heart beats… hers and mine, but it seemed they started to sync as we kissed.
Then I came to be very aware of two hard pebbles pressing into my chest, and I thought 'Damn, are those her nipples? They were so hard and either excited or cold, but it wasn't cold in her house. She had to be getting as aroused as me.
As our lips moved across each other, I realized her tongue was pushing through my lips. I was so amazed, but I opened my lips, and met her tongue with mine.
I could taste her as our tongues twirled about one another causing my head to spin faster than I could imagine.
We seemed to become one, as our lips and tongues devoured one another.
Eventually, she pulled back, we looked into each other's eyes, I leaned over for another quick kiss, and I knew she was satisfied with the status quo.
We finish watching the movie, and then I left with a quick peck on the cheek.
****
Our goodnight kisses began to grow commonplace. We kissed inside her house every time I was ready to go, and our body heat began to climb rapidly with each kiss growing in intensity.
Then, on a night just like many others, we snuggled into each other, on the couch, feeling our combined generated body heat. Then we started kissing. One kiss led to another, and then another. Before we knew it, we were deep in the throes of sensual bliss. One steamy kiss after the other.
Eventually, Patsy said "We need to stop this before we get carried away."
I asked her "Well, what would be so wrong about that?"
She just sat there for a moment. Then she seemed to collect her thoughts, and she simply said "It just would. You're young enough to be my son. It just wouldn't be seemly."
First, I thought "Who uses the word 'seemly' anymore?" Then, I said "OK, if that's the way you want it, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me."
She said "You're right. I do. You're usually here," and grinned.
****
She was right. I started hanging around spending more of my time with Patsy. I enjoyed being around her, and she seemed to be in no big hurry to send me away. So, I was at her house every day whether to just help her, comfort her, not that she really needed that anymore, or just sitting around enjoying each other's company.
When her friends would ask her why I'm always around, she just said "He's keeping his promise to my son," and they all seemed to accept that answer, and appreciate my attentiveness.
As we spent more time together, there were more nights of snuggling on the couch in the media room combined with even more kissing.
Then, one night, we were on the couch snuggling, and I turned my head to her. She looked into my eyes, and there was no denying the intensity in that moment of eye contact.
I leaned in, and, as I did, she leaned towards me. Then my lips met hers. It was soft and tender. There was a connection, something much deeper than just friends. I think this was the moment she finally saw me as a man, and not just someone who was friends with her son.
There was something more in this kiss. It was soft and passionate, but loving and tender. We were unrushed, and held each other in a tender embrace. As our lips moved softly across each other, I used the tip of my tongue to move around her lips tasting and feeling her lips. Then her tongue met mine, and it was like a jolt of electricity.
I pulled her in tighter, and began to run my hands softly over her body still in her romper. Then, I slowly began moving us lower on the couch with me on top. I could feel the heat as our kiss lingered, and our bodies meshed together almost as if one.
Then, for the first time, I built the nerve to feel my friend's mother's breasts. It wasn't that I needed to build my nerve in this moment. The connection between us just made it a natural progression. They were small, but soft, and responsive to my touch. As I fondled her nipples between my fingertips, I could feel them swell almost begging for more attention which I was more than willing to provide.
We stayed in this position for quite some time. Was it a few minutes, an hour, or a lifetime? I don't really know, but it was long enough that I knew I shouldn't press her any further. As much as I wanted to push it, I knew she was struggling with our budding relationship, and I wanted her to know she could trust me.
I didn't want our first time together to be just a spontaneous thing that she might soon regret. Like anything worth having, she was most definitely worth waiting for. So, I ended our canoodling knowing this wouldn't be our last, but I could see in her eyes that she appreciated me pulling away giving her time to adjust to what was happening between us.
When I pulled back, our eyes locked, and we both knew that we'd broken a barrier we never intended. This was beginning to be something we both needed, apart from the initial comforting I promised her son. Of course, I guess we'd already crossed that line once we first kissed. I think we'd both been lying to ourselves up until now. There was no longer any denying what was happening was much deeper than that... for both of us.
****
Now that our relationship was growing in intensity, she began to pull away a bit. I think she was still struggling with our age difference, and how it began as a means of comfort. It was never intended to be anything more. However, if the truth were known, I'd have to admit I'd had a crush on her for what seemed like a very long time.
However, now, my long-felt crush was growing into a lot more as I got to know her better as a person, and not just a target of my long-felt lust. She was kind, sweet, considerate, and honest almost to a fault. That's what I feared most… her honesty. I knew that, if I pushed her too hard, her honesty would demand that she stop our growing feelings for one another.
Nevertheless, she was still very content with my visits. We still met often, and we still snuggled on the couch. Sometimes those snuggles were coupled with kissing.
Then, one night, it happened again. We were sitting on the couch snuggling when I turned my head to look at her, and she looked back. Our eyes locked, and we crushed our mouths to one another knowing exactly what was happening between us. The fire was too intense to deny as our tongues collided. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth as our tongues battled each knowing there would be no loser.
We clung together as our heads moved left to right and back again trying to experience each other completely.
In the heat of passion, I started to slowly push her down on the sofa with me on top. We just couldn't seem to get enough of each other as the passion grew. The heat was so intense, we had to start shedding our clothes. I began by unzipping her romper, and sliding it off over her arms revealing her bra clad breasts while still covering her panties.
Then she lifted my t-shirt over my head as I lifted my arms, and she threw it across to the coffee table. When she threw my shirt, I reached around her, and unclasped her bra. She, then, pulled the shoulder straps of her bra over her shoulders as we locked eyes.
For the first time, I saw her bare breasts. They were so beautiful. A lot of guys may've preferred larger breasts, but they were so small and firm that her nipples stood proudly on top asking to be licked and sucked. They were magnificent, not because of any specific attribute, but because they were her. They suited her perfectly.
At that point, I wanted nothing more than to please her. I leaned in, and kissed her desperately. I wanted to feel her excitement as I tweaked and played with her gorgeous, little, mature breasts. The deeper the kiss became, I could feel her very sensitive nipples respond to my touch. Her nipples were very sensitive and had a direct line to her groin, and I could feel her body start to tremble. That's when I knew she was having an orgasm. Her body began to shake in my arms as we clung tightly to one another.
That's when she pulled back again. I think that scared her. She apologized profusely, and I told her "There's nothing to apologize for. I wanted that, and I hoped you wanted it too."
She said very demurely "I did, and I didn't." But then she got up, and zipped up her romper.
As she did, I said "I hope you're not upset with me."
She responded "No! Of course not. I loved every second of it! I just… don't know."
I said "Don't know what?"
She said "I just never expected this to happen."
I said "Neither did I, but I did start thinking of you differently months ago."
She replied "Differently?"
I told her "Well, yeah. I mean it began to be more of a crush, I guess."
She said "You have a crush on me? Really? Aren't we a little old for crushes?"
I said "Well, maybe more than a crush… But I never dreamed anything would happen."
She said "But you wanted it to happen?"
I said "Well… yeah… maybe, but I never expected to get to know you as I have. What I feel for you now isn't just a crush. It's real."
She said "I'll have to think about this. Please give me some time to absorb all of this. For now, we need to be more careful."
I said "Of course. Take all the time you need," and I put on my t-shirt and left.
****
Later, that same week, I came by to visit her again, and, within an hour, we were snuggling on the couch again.
I looked down at her a few times hoping to get a response, but there wasn't any until she finally looked up at me and said "Fuck it!"
I took that as my cue, and I turned and, almost with desperation, I kissed her. I almost forced my tongue in her mouth, but there was no need to as she accepted it willingly. Our tongues battled as if our lives depended on it like a starving man getting his first taste of food in weeks.
As the intensity grew, I reached over and unzipped her romper revealing her beautiful bare breasts. The only reason she ever wore her bras was because they were padded nearly an inch, and it gave the impression that her breasts were much bigger than they actually were.
I was to find out later that she was embarrassed by her lack of breasts. That's why she always had it on. That night, she knew what was going to happen, and she had planned for it. Now that she knew I loved her tiny, responsive, little breasts, she wasn't embarrassed when I saw them. Apparently, I always had a look of lust in my eyes whenever I saw them.
I wasted no time in taking her right nipple in my mouth and teasing it, enjoying the feel of it expanding to a hard nub between my lips as I flicked and licked it. I was playing with her right nipple with my left hand squeezing and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. This was driving her crazy.
Then I began to feel a small quivering in her body indicating an orgasm was on its way. It was amazing how sensitive her nipples were. So, as I fondled her nipples, she began to shake again like before. This time, I reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit through her romper.
When she felt that, she threw her head back, and gave in to what I could only describe as a massive orgasm as her body began to quake and shudder. Just the sight of her enjoying herself was so fulfilling after seeing her so sad for so long.
When she began to settle down after her orgasm, she turned to me, and said "Now it's your turn."
She began to pull my shorts and boxers down both at the same time. So, I lifted up to help her remove them releasing my hard cock from its confines. Once she got them down to my ankles, and I kicked them away.
When she saw my cock standing high and ready for action, she wasted no time, and took it in her hands. She began to pump it slowly. Then she bent down, and gave my cock a slow lick from the base all the way up to the tip. She repeated this action several times making sure to lick all sides.
Then, she took the spongy head of my shaft, and licked it all around sometimes stopping to flick it with her tongue. She was now teasing me mercilessly, and I was enjoying every second of it.
Once she could see I couldn't take the teasing any longer, she took it into her mouth, and sucked hard while she pumped up and down my hard shaft. Then she took me by surprise when she took me all the way down her throat to the base of my prick. She stayed that way for a moment giving her throat a chance to adjust to the large invader. Then she went the extra mile, and began shaking her head left to right repeatedly before she came up for air.
She repeated that process over and over until she could feel I was about ready to explode. That's when she pulled all the way out grasping and squeezing the base of my cock giving my orgasm time to wane. Then she started the process all over again.
When she finally let me come, she pulled nearly all the way off me until only the head remained inside her mouth. As I began to shoot my load in her mouth, I could see she was having trouble catching it all, but after six shots of hot semen in her mouth, she finally pulled completely off. She opened her mouth, showing me my load on her tongue before she closed her mouth, and swallowed making a show of it for me to enjoy.
There was no doubt she was an experienced cock sucker. She brought me so close to orgasm four times before she finally let me cum. She could tell I couldn't take anymore.
After we'd both blew off some steam, we sat on the couch cuddling for a while, and she got up zipping her romper indicating that was the end of the night's festivities. I didn't mind, though, because she had left me totally satisfied with her experienced mouth.
****
The next night I visited her again, and it was close to a repeat of the night before, but with an extra twist. We snuggled, and kissed as usual. That had become a custom we did every visit, but tonight, however, held an extra treat.
As we were kissing, I unzipped her romper. After playing with those sensitive nipples for only a few minutes, she pushed my head down. I began kissing my way down her tummy towards her naval, pausing long enough to tease her with my tongue, as she pushed me further towards the elastic of her panties. So, I took the hint, and began removing her romper and panties. As I slid them down over those gorgeous buttocks, she lifted up, and I slid her them all the way to her ankles revealing her gorgeous aged-to-perfection cunt.
As I stared, I wanted to examine her beautiful pussy in detail, but Patsy's left foot brushed against my right cheek making its way down so her toes rested under my chin. Her panties and romper were still down around her right ankle. So, she used her left foot to raise my head, looked into my eyes, and she kicked them away. Then she spread her legs for me for the first time, and I knew I couldn't rush this.
She took her middle and forefinger spreading herself opening for me. I watched in amazement as I saw this beautiful flower bloom right before my eyes.
After the teasing she gave me, I had to return the favor kissing, her inner thighs. First one. Then the other, making her squirm in her seat. As I moved from thigh to thigh, I'd blow on her swollen clit and labia. By the time I was ready to get to the main course, she was practically shoving her cunt in my face, but, honestly, I didn't tease her long because I couldn't hardly wait to taste her, and inhale her scent.
So, I moved in close, and inhaled deeply. I told her "Your scent is so intoxicating." In truth, it made my toes curl, it had me so excited. The scent was pungent and overwhelming, and it sent me into a lustful rampage.
Months of fantasizing doesn't compare to the real thing. Her lips were thick, swollen and moist. Her clit was large and erect, and there was neatly trimmed hair around her mons.
I shoved my face into her mature folds, and her thighs clamped down tightly around my head. So, with the flat of my tongue, I licked her from her hole to her nub. Her flavor was so sweet and musky. It was ambrosia on my tongue, and I told her "You taste so good." I didn't want to spend a lot of time talking at this point. It was so overpowering, I attacked her with gusto.
I swirled my tongue around her swollen clit, dragged it though her swollen labia, and plunged into the savory slot, repeating the process over and over. She lifted her hips, and lightly tugged on my hair.
She screamed "Yes, Yes, Yes! Just like that!"
Then my mouth was flooded with her warm cream, and she pulled my head tight against her crotch, shuddering as her orgasm took her.
I struggled to breathe as my nose and mouth were covered by her mature cunt. She was growing more delirious as I devoured the delicious folds between her legs. I thrust a finger into her, curled it up as I sought her g-spot, and then I found it.
She screamed "YES! OH, FUCK YES!" with an abrupt climax, and it was like music to my ears.
Then, she released me, and I gasped for air, half grateful as my lungs filled again, and half disappointed it was over. I would love being in there forever.
After calming down a bit, she said "Now it's your turn. As they say, do unto others…"
Then, she dropped to her knees while directing me to sit on the couch.
She grabbed my swollen dick with her soft hands, and began to gently stroke me. Then, holding my cock tighter still, she stroked me hard and fast lubricated with her own juices.
Next, she took my engorged prick in her mouth, and, while staring up at me with her big, beautiful, blue eyes, she sucked the head of my prick into her mouth. As she used her hands to stroke me harder, she sucked me even deeper before she finally took my whole shaft down her throat gagging only slightly.
While wholly enveloped down her throat, she shook her head violently left to right before she pulled back out only to repeat the process. She bobbed her head up and down over my swollen, throbbing knob, and didn't stop until I deposited a full load in her mouth. Spurt by spurt she sucked my balls dry before opening her mouth to display her trophy. Then she closed her mouth, and swallowed.
I lifted her up onto the sofa, and into my tight embrace. I pressed my lips to hers, and forced my tongue in her mouth without thinking about what she had just so recently swallowed. As we kissed, I could still taste cum in her mouth, now intermixed with her flavor still on my tongue, and it was like the nectar of the gods as I kissed this gorgeous, mature, woman that I truly cared about.
The following evening, I returned to visit her which had become a very regular thing.
I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but, when she greeted me at the door, she only wore a light blue nightgown which came to about half way down her thigh. It wasn't see-through, but it was sheer enough that I was almost foaming at the mouth at the sight of her.
We had dinner, and wine. Then we went to the media room as usual where she snuggled into me the moment we sat down.
I turned to her, and she looked at me as I held her in my arms. Her soft lips pressed firmly against mine as we feasted upon each other while beckoning for more. No words were necessary. We both knew this was inevitable.
During the heat of the moment, I began to lightly run my palms and fingertips over the warm, inviting curves of her mature body. Then, I moved my hands from her body as I lifted my arms while she removed my t-shirt, and threw it on the floor. She wasted no time afterwards removing my shorts and boxers as I lifted myself so she could ease my shorts down my thighs, and I kicked them away.
This, obviously, was not a fair situation. There I was totally nude, cock standing tall, while she sat in her nightgown. So, I reached over, and lifted her nightgown over her head, revealing she was totally nude underneath.
I could see that Patsy was aroused. Her thick nipples were swollen, and I could swear I could smell her arousal wafting in the air. She glanced down at my bulging crotch, and smiled a little smile. From her sitting position next to me, she turned to face me while lifting her left leg over my lap straddling me.
While I fondled and squeezed her thick, swollen nipples causing her to tremble, her fingers slipped over my chest slowly, passing over my own hard nipples.
The moment was heated, and required no further foreplay. She grabbed my shoulders, hugging herself tight into my arms. While she rolled herself back and forth over my hard cock slowly working it deep into her, I started to move my cock in and out of her mature cunt. We both shifted several times, as we tried to press ourselves closer together. Her bare skin where it touched mine seemed so hot that it felt almost electric.
I rolled my hips, rocking her up, and down in my arms. Her fluids coated my cock so well that our pleasure was immediate and unmistakable. This was it. This was our time, and there was no time like the present.
Patsy screamed "I love you, Allen. I just didn't know it. Is this wrong? Is it wrong to want you to love me this way?"
In answer, I pulled her to me, and crushed my lips against hers. Her lips parted to accept my tongue, and she greeted it with her own. My hands dropped to her lovely, tiny, breasts, squeezing and pinching her hard, rubbery nipples. I pushed her down on the couch so that I was on top.
As she pulled out of our kiss, she looked up at me, and said "Is it wrong? Are we wrong to do this, Allen?" and I knew that I was right. This was her concern all along. This was why she kept pulling away, but, even as she spoke, she spread her legs wide and raised her knees upward to allowing me to lay between her creamy, inviting thighs.
She placed the head of my hard dick against her sodden slit, and as I drove my cock home, I replied. "No. This couldn't possibly be wrong. Is it wrong to love someone?" She was so tight and wet, and her pussy felt like it was on fire. I drove downward, anxious to have her cunt wrapped around my cock once again.
She drove her pelvis up to meet mine, her cunt spread to accommodate my invading phallus. With a single slow movement, she took all of me into her hot, wet pussy breaking into tears she yelled, "Oh, Allen! I've been wanting this!"
Her cunt convulsed around my rigid rod. I was swallowed in such fiery wetness, my prick bathed in the hot lava of Patsy's luscious pussy, that it was difficult not to explode on the spot, and I screamed "Oh, Patsy. I love you, but I don't know how much longer I can hold out. I'M ABOUT TO CUM!"
Her mature legs tightened around me. "Then fuck me, baby," She screamed "I need you to fuck me NOW... FUCK ME HARD, ALLEN!"
Overcome with desire, I began to stroke in and out of her slick, juicy cunt. She thrust underneath me, twisting her hips and pushing upwards to meet my downward thrusts.
Her fingernails clawed into my back, desperately pulling me down to her. I ducked my head to suck her sensitive, swollen nipples, making her shiver with fervor as I nibbled at her hard nipples with my teeth.
I soon felt the undeniable need to cum... She groaned as my cock swelled, and then I groaned as I began to cum so hard it almost hurt! I thrusted deep into her, thick jets of cum erupted from my cock, painting her pussy in a deluge of hot sticky discharge. As I quivered, I shot jet after jet of hot cum.
The flood that filled her triggered her own release. Her body stiffening, and her back arched towards me. Her arms and legs wrapped around me even tighter, and pulled our bodies even closer. She squealed, begging me not to stop. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, Allen! Oh please, never stop! Don't ever stop fucking me, Baby!"
Once I emptied my balls, I stayed hard as a rock, and, after we caught my second wind, she and I resumed our passionate coupling! With my immediate need to cum sated, I was now able to maintain my stamina for our mutual pleasure.
Then she asked "Would you like to try something else?"
I said "Sure, what did you have in mind?"
She just got on her hands and knees, and asked me to push my cock into her, at this point, very wet cunt dripping with both our juices. So, I admired that exquisite ass pointing at me for a minute, and I slowly slid into her. Then, I pumped in, and out a few times when she said "Wait! That's enough. Now spread my cheeks, and put it in my ass."
I asked "In your ass!? Are you sure?"
She said "I've never been surer of anything in my life. I've never tried it with anyone before, but I want to give it to you."
I replied "This is your first time?"
She said "Yes. Every man I've ever been with tried to take my ass, but I never let them. I want to give it to you, though. I want to give you all of me." So, I pushed the head of my wet prick into her gorgeous, virgin ass. There was a lot of resistance. Neither of us really knew what we were doing.
As I pushed harder, I could hear the strain in her voice through her grunts and squeals. So, I asked her "Do you want me to stop?"
She just grunted, and shook her head "no". So, I continued to push harder when, all of a sudden, something gave, and I knew I was in, but I wanted to make sure she was good. So, I asked "Are you OK?"
She just grunted "It hurts, but it feels good! JUST FUCK MY ASS, BABY! FUCK IT NOW!" So, I did as she demanded. I slowly pushed forward letting her adjust to the big intruder going the wrong way on a one-way street.
The further I pushed in, the more her groans and grunts turned to moans of pleasure. So, I pushed in until my pelvis hit her firm, round, meaty buttocks, and I heard her release a long breath and moan. So, I slowly began to pump in and out.
Meanwhile, unknown to me, she had begun to pleasure herself by rubbing her clit. Then she jammed two fingers in her vagina, and said "I can feel you inside of me!"
I responded "I know. I can feel your fingers moving, too!"
She just screamed "THEN, FUCK ME!"
Her wish was my command, and I grabbed her hips for leverage. Then I started fucking her ass like I was pounding her pussy. I just pumped in and out as hard and fast as I could muster. I stuffed my cock in and out of her, watching her buttocks ripple with each thrust of my staff… BANG, BANG, BANG… one after another as my pelvis met her lovely cheeks.
Then I grimaced through my teeth, and said "I'M GETTING CLOSE. I'm GOING TO CUM!"
She yelled back :FILL MY ASS, BABY. CUM IN MY ASS!"
So, after just a few more hard slaps of my pelvis on her firm, meaty cheeks, I came in her ass spurt after spurt spewing my jism deep into her bowels as she screamed "I CAN FEEL YOUR CUM IN ME, BABY! I'M GOING TO CUM!" Then I felt her whole body begin to tense and shake uncontrollably.
When our climaxes began to wane, we both collapsed. Her face down with me on top, and my cock still deep inside her. I was still hard, but beginning to slowly soften. I just said "Holy shit!"
She just chuckled "Literally." We both laughed as I got off of her, allowing us to make a run to the toilet to clean up.
We were so crazed, kissing each other; nibbling each other; pounding each other; fondling each other; and caressing each other that I thought nothing could be more intense, more fierce, more violent, more profound than our love making. I kissed her with more exquisite passion than I thought capable. We expressed our love for one another more times and in more ways that night than I could possibly count.
Before we were done, I had cum 4 times, and she lost count somewhere along the way. We were both totally exhausted, and we fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms.
I now knew why men reached their prime at such an earlier age than women. It was always intended by nature for younger men to be with mature women, and I told her "This could never be wrong. This is the way nature intended. I love you."
Epilogue:
We knew that it was going to be difficult for us. The future was uncertain. Where would this lead us? Through all of the uncertainty there was one thing for sure, our love.
Soon after, I moved in with Patsy, and slept in her bed… well… our bed.
Some of her friends snubbed their noses at us, but we were happy regardless of how others felt.
Then about a month after I moved in, I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this gorgeous, mature woman. So, I bought a ring, planned a nice evening out on the town ending with me popping the big question.
When I got down on one knee, her eyes got as big as saucers. Then I proposed "I love you so much, Patsy. Will you marry me?"
She began to cry, and I wasn't really sure why. I didn't know if they were happy or sad tears, but then she said "Well, are you ready to be a father?"
I asked "Are you saying you're pregnant?"
She said "Yes to both questions!" It turns out she got pregnant that first night or shortly thereafter. I jumped up in excitement, and kissed my bride-to-be.
We didn't waste a lot of time. We got married by the Justice of the Peace. Then we moved far away from those who looked down their noses at us, and lived a wonderful life together along with our daughter we named Grace.
The End.