I have had this girl friend, Kay, for a number of years, and we get along together very well. The fires of passion have pretty much banked in recent years, mainly because we’re getting older. But there is one thing about her that has always fascinated me: her daughter.
She has this daughter, Ell, who is about 35 and sexy as hell. She has a nice body and an interesting face, but it’s her eyes which fascinate me. They are large and deep, and they seem to be looking right down inside me when we talk.
We don’t talk much, because we don’t see each other much. She lives on the other side of town, and we both have jobs which take up a lot of our time. But once in a while I stop by her place to pick up something she has for her mother, or she comes by to visit and I’m sometimes the only one home.
The other day, she called me at work, and asked me to come by that evening. That had never happened before, and I was really curious. I got to her apartment about six, and she let me in and led me to the couch. “What’s up?” I asked.
“I needed to talk to you. There is a big problem that only you can solve.”
“What kind of problem?”
“I have this terrible need for someone, and it’s just an impossible situation. He’s involved with someone else, and I don’t think he’d be interested in me.” She looked absolutely sad.
“He’s married?” I asked.
“No, just–involved. But involved with someone very dear to me.”
“Well, I’m not exactly an experienced person in things like this, Ell. I can barely figure out my own life and relationships.” I smiled, to let her know that I was kidding.
“But you’re smart, and you’re sensible, and you’re kind,” she said. “I would value your advice.”
“One thought occurs to me. You said you don’t think he’d be interested in you. You should clear that up right away. If he is, you’ll know how to proceed, and if he isn’t, then you’ll know to look elsewhere and forget about him.”
“That makes sense.”
“Is it someone at work? That can get pretty hinky,” I said.
“No, it isn’t. He’s just a friend–and he’s quite a bit older than I am.”
“That’s a complication. It depends on what you want from him. Just a relationship, including. sex, or something long-term. How old is he?”
“He’s . . . 59,” she said.
“Hmmm, same age as me. He is old.” I smiled.
She shook off my joke. “I’m not thinking long-term. I’m just thinking about having him put his hands on me and do wonderful things to me.”
“Ell! That’s pretty blunt,” I said, confusion in my voice. “At that age, how do you know he can do anything wonderful to anyone?” I smiled, to show her that I was trying to keep this light.
“I have it on good authority that he’s a wonderful lover,” she said.
“From one of your girl-friends?”
“No. From . . . my mother.” She was looking deeply into me with those terrific eyes.
“My god! You mean me?” I stammered.
“Yes, I do. I’ve thought about you for years, and dreamed of having you touch me and . . . .”
“Ell, that’s just not going to happen. It would kill your mother. And she’d forgive you, but she’d never forgive me.”
“Is that your only reason for hesitating?”
“Yes, it is. If it weren’t for that, you should know that I’ve always considered you a desirable woman–if a little young.” I smiled again.
She smiled back. “Then why couldn’t we do something about it?”
“Because of the reason I gave.”
“But my mother never has to know. I’m certainly not going to tell her. If it’s enjoyable, I’d be cutting off my nose to spite my face.” I sat staring at her. I must admit that my only reason for being reluctant was the chance that her mother would find out. I could feel the stirring of an erection, and knew that I was going to try to do this.
“Ell, I’m not averse to the idea. But I’ve got more to lose than you do. I need some proof of your intentions, so that you can’t claim later that I seduced you unfairly, or forced you, or something.”
“What sort of proof?”
“Well-l-l,” I was thinking fast. “Perhaps if you stripped right here in front of me. I could always say ‘your honor, what could I do? This naked young woman was right there in front of me.’ No one could fault me for going ahead, except of course your mother.”
“And I’ve said she’s not going to hear it from me.” She stood up, and began unbuttoning her blouse. She kicked off her shoes, and then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She put her hands on her pantyhose on each side and pulled them down; then she sat down on the couch and pulled first one leg off and then the other. She stood again, and unhooked her bra, removing it and dropping it on top of the other clothes. I was marveling at her full, firm breasts, even as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and quickly whipped them down and stepped out of them.
“There,” she said. “Do I please you?”
“Oh, yes, very much. Come over here, please.”
She walked to where I was sitting, and I leaned forward and buried my nose and mouth in her bush. One hand slipped up between her legs, which she spread apart to give me room to touch her pussy. I stroked the lips of it with my fingertips, while her hands held my head and pulled me closer to her.
“Why don’t you go into the bedroom?” I asked. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
She walked out of the room, and I quickly stood and stripped off all my clothes. My erection was enormous, both because of the newness of her body and the unusual circumstances she had put us in. I walked down the hall and pushed on the bedroom door; she was sprawled on the bed, her legs wide apart, her pussy looking right at me. I crossed to the bed and sank between her thighs to bury my face in her snatch. She yelped, and grasped my head to hold me in place as my tongue found the folds of her pussy and began exploring them. She bucked her body into my face over and over again, and in a couple of minutes she screamed with the climax which was rocking her. She must have gone a long time without having anyone do anything to her.
She lay gasping as I sat up on the edge of the bed. “Turn over,” I said. Might as well find out what her limits are. She smiled knowingly.
She obediently lay on her belly, and then got up on her knees and reached back to pull her ass- cheeks apart. I sat looking at the sweet pucker of her anus, and then moved behind her. I dipped my head between the globes of her ass, and flicked my tongue against the puckered hole. Then I pushed the tip of it a little way in. I coated it with as much saliva as I could produce. She moaned with pleasure, and I pulled my face out and mounted her from behind.
I placed the swollen head of my cock against the opening, and rammed into her with all the force
I could muster. She cried out in pain, and tried to buck me off; I clutched her hips firmly and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “It will only hurt for a minute or two. Relax.” She subsided in her bodily motions, and after a moment I proceeded to fuck into her ass slowly and gently. Now she was moaning again, and I increased my tempo until I was banging deep into her bowels, my balls bouncing off the bottom of her ass. I continued to stroke into her, finally climaxing with a shout as I shot a load of semen inside her.
I couldn’t believe my good fortune. I had taken a real chance by back-scuttling her, but she went for it and I knew that she wouldn’t be reluctant the next time. And there would be a next time. I was already thinking how delicious it would be to have her come over sometime when my girl friend wasn’t home, and fucking her brains out in our bed.
I put my mouth back on her bottom, and used more saliva to soothe the burning she must be feel
ing there. Then I got off the bed, and went in to the living room to get dressed. She appeared at the end of the hall, fetchingly naked, pouting. “Aren’t we going to do anything els
e?” she asked.
“No, my dear, that’s one of the problems with sleeping with an older man. I can’t come right back up the way I could when I was twenty. But in a couple of days, I’d like to come back, if that’s okay.”
“Yes, it is,” she said. And I left, to go home to her mother and spend the rest of the evening watching television and thinking about what I had just done with her daughter. The strange thing is, when we went to bed I mounted her and fucked her with a frenzy I hadn’t felt in some time. Sex must be habit-forming.