Xxx story : He was 17 years old

John was 17 years old, and on his way from Minnesota to Europe for a summer
of travel before college. His mother, an old friend of my wife, had arranged
for him to spend a couple of days with us in New York before his
trans-Atlantic flight.

After dinner, Fran [my wife], was complaining of muscle pains from her
aerobics the day before.

‘Come on, George, how about a little massage?’

‘Forget it, I’m pretty worn out myself’

‘I bet John wouldn’t mind….John?’

‘Huh?’

‘Would you massage my aching back for me?’

‘Sure, Fran. No problem.’

At forty, Fran is five years younger than me, and is not a sharp dresser.
Usually out in slacks and a tee shirt, with her round steel framed glasses
and sneakers, at five foot three, she has been described as ‘mousy’. But
there is a fabulous body under there, and although she’s needed some help
from a bottle to keep her short hair black for the last few years, her face
is clear and fresh, except perhaps for a few crows feet around her eyes when
she smiles.

She pulled her shirt and slacks off, revealing her bra and panties, and lay
face down on the coffee table. John sat down next to her, and got to work.

Our sex life had been pretty drab lately. I just don’t get aroused like I
used to, I suppose.

Fran was crying with pain and pleasure as the seventeen year old boy
massaged her.

He was a good looking fellow, I suddenly noticed. Tall, blond, lean and
strong. I wondered if Fran fancied him?

He didn’t seem to tire of the work. He kept it up for at least half an
hour. He worked from her shoulders down to her lower back, then started
working his way up from her feet. The only thing left was her rather
attractive slim ass, and I wondered if he would have ventured there if I
wasn’t in the room pretending to read.

I wondered if he fancied her?

This was getting me turned on, and I knew that it might end soon. I decided
to take some initiative. I crept over to the other side of the table she was
lying on, and lifted John’s right hand off of her by the wrist, and put my
own in it’s place, so that she wouldn’t detect that it was me.

Then, I slid my hand under her panties, caressing and massaging her ass.
With my left, I motioned for John to slide his left hand over her other
cheek.

Fran looked up to her left, where I had been sitting. Not seeing me there,
she whispered, ‘where’s George?’

I put my finger to my lips.

John quietly answered, ‘he went to bed’

I removed my hand, and let young John have both sides. I moved to a dark
corner of the room to await developments.

Fran rolled over, sat up on the table, and putting her arms around his neck,
kissed John on the mouth. Wow.

He pulled her to him with his strong arms; she had one bare leg to each side
of him as he sat on the floor, their mouths locked.

Fran looked nervously at the door. ‘What if he comes back?’

John looked at me over her shoulder, and raised one hand in a questioning
gesture. I made a rolling motion with my right fore finger…keep going.

He put both his young hands on her face, and kissed her again as she ran her
hands up under his shirt, stroking his broad back.

‘We’d better go to your room’ she whispered.

Then he started giggling.

‘What?’ asked Fran.

John pointed to me, as I started laughing as well.

‘You bastards!’ said Fran, turning bright red.

They had pulled apart, but their hands still lingered on each other’s
bodies.

‘Don’t mind me’ I said, ‘this is interesting. Let it flow.’

Hesitantly, Fran stood, and stepped to the couch, towing an amazed John by
the hand.

She sat next to him, clad only in her underwear, and they kissed and held
each other.

After a while, it looked to me like John wasn’t going to go farther without
some encouragement. I moved over to the couch, and kneeled in front of Fran.
I hooked her panties with my fingers, and she lifted her ass to allow me to
remove them. She then lifted her left leg onto the couch, giving me access.
I started to give her head.

When I looked up next, John’s shirt and Fran’s bra were gone, and they were
still just kissing as though there was not another human alive.

They each had one hand on the others back, and one hand on the others front.

It was as though I was some other person, not myself. I was turned on like I
hadn’t been for twenty years.

I realised that neither of them was going to go for John’s zipper. If he was
to get his seventeen year old cock into the light, it would have to be at my
instigation.

I slid over a little, so I was at his feet, and unlaced and removed his
shoes.

He slid his hand into Fran’s crotch, but otherwise didn’t show any notice.

I unbuckled his belt. This new submissive role was driving me wild.

Neither of them seemed to notice me, they were so involved in each other’s
tongues.

John’s right hand was fondling Fran’s firm little breasts now, so I went
back to her sweet box.

Although Fran always enjoyed cunilingus, she never came from it without
penetration. Tension continued to build.

Next to me, John had finally taken the hint and removed his trousers and
boxers. His young cock stood proud, strait up, a piston of power awaiting
attention.

Fran had one hand behind John’s neck, and her other was stroking his broad,
young hairless chest.

I saw my left hand reach over and close around the hard young rod. His
wasn’t actually bigger than mine, but somehow his was nicer, so strait and
so smooth to the touch.

John put his hand on my head and was running it through my thin hair.

I was still licking out my other half, but my mind was in my left hand. I had
never ever done anything like this prior to, and I was massively switched on.

The young penis in my hand was soft yet hard, comforting yet so potent. So
far more potent than I.

I desired Fran to have this charm in her. I wanted …

I moved over once again, and put my mouth over it.

The sensitivity of my mouth was what was had to appreciate the
sensitivity of this young rod, that was clear. I loved having it in my
mouth.

I searched for. They were looking into each other’s eyes, as though unconcerned
to my mouth on his cock and my fingers in her pussy. Fran had her glasses
on, the better to see her brand-new enthusiast, and with her ear length hair and skinny
shoulders, looked practically boyish.

Fran’s right-hand man was touching the back of john’s strong neck, her left
rubbed his flat stomach, the fingers of his left hand rubbed her cheek.

His right was holding my head as I provided him head.

I didn’t desire him to come in my mouth. That would be going too far. Fran had
never ever let me come in her’s. She stated it would be too gross. I stood and
backed off, and rested on a chair opposite them.

Fran stood, and took the boy by the hand. Glancing briefly in my
instructions, it was as though she looked strait through me. She led him to our
bed room, both of them naked, him overlooking her, his cock bobbing happily
in front of him as he walked.

I followed behind, still completely clothed.

Fran tossed herself onto the bed on her back, her narrow legs spread out wide,
her glasses still in place, reflecting the light from the lamp next to the
bed.

John climbed aboard, and I saw her charming pointed chin tilt up as she arched
her back and neck at the strength of the long waited for penetration.

Johns smooth round young ass had barely moved up and down five or 10 times
when she began to yell, sob, moan with orgasm.

I do not believe I ‘d ever seen or heard her come like that.

I wish I could tell you all how he kept going for hours, but you have to be
pleased that he lasted as long as he did. He thrust hard into her one last
time, and held his position deep within as I watched his balls pump his
sperm into her.

I undressed as they lay, invested, still coupled, him on and in her.

I straddled him, and began to stroke my cock up and down his round young
ass. He pretended not to observe. I lay complete length on him, running my
fingertips down the length of his arms, and bit his shoulder. I didn’t have
any plan; I didn’t wish to fuck him. Either I’m not Bi after all, or I was
[am?] too well conditioned. At the same time, his Adonis like young body did
have an impact on me. I was stressed about Fran, under our combined weight.
None people wished to risk shattering the state of mind by speaking. I got off John’s.
back, and muffled the bed with my legs to either side of their heads, my.
bad old stiff neglected cock invitingly, I hoped, to Fran’s face.

It was John decreased on me, drawing my length extremely into himself.

It was fantastic, but the position we were all in didn’t work extremely well.
John rolled off of Fran, and Fran held her arms out to me. It was my turn.
now, and I entered her gladly, feeling what John had left in there as I.
screwed her to her 2nd orgasm. It made me delighted, as well as though it was.
plainly absolutely nothing like her first one, it made me come too.

Young John was hard once again already, and happily took over from me. He screwed.
her in a basic missionary position for the longest time; she had three more.
orgasms before he returned.

All of us slept.

I woke up in the night, surprised to see [and hear] them at it again. After some.
time, I returned to sleep.

In the morning I awoke, and looked over half expecting to see john still.
humping away. They were asleep in each other’s arms. I was never ever able to.
sleep well like that myself.

I slipped out of bed, and went to the kitchen area to make breakfast. When I.
returned twenty minutes or so later on to wake them, Fran was on top of John,.
gradually rocking back and forth on his invincible young dick, their hands.
interlocked, looking into each other’s eyes.

I felt I need to get in there somehow, however they were enjoying themselves so.
much, and besides, after I’ve had an orgasm, I require a number of days to.
restore.

John caught his flight that afternoon. He’s been emailing us regularly, and.
we’re all looking forward to his stopover in New York on his way home.

Fran states she desires to see me make him be available in my mouth. I’m captivated by.
the concept, it type of repels and attracts me at the same time.

Fran states that if I’ll do it to John, she’ll do it to me …

mother/daughter, older female/ oriental.

Mother or child.

Mom or daughter, Lucy or Sue, what to do?

” Don’t I understand you?”.

I turned around to see a woman standing beside me; an unusual, interesting,.
exotic female. Brilliant Oriental eyes, thick black hair tied into a braid.
that fell down to one side of her face. An older lady; maybe in her.
late twenties.

” Isn’t your name Bruce? Didn’t we spend the night together as soon as?” She.
continued loudly, with an American accent.

I looked around the platform, to see if anybody else had heard the.
lady’s quite outrageous concern.

” I’m sure I would have remembered.” I stammered nervously, the.
excitement growing within me as I understood that a lovely female was.
flirting with me.

” Oh, you would have, that’s for sure. My name’s Lucy, what’s yours?”.

She spoke through a contagious smile, the type of delighted alive smile that.
nobody attempts display in England.

” Bernhard.” I answered, unable to keep my eyes from flicking down her.
body and up once again. God, she was incredible!

Her breasts were generous yet firm, her hips shapely yet somehow
muscular. She was standing too close for me to see her figure very well,
but it was clearly one worth seeing.

She was obviously from the “alternative” crowd; she was dressed in a
tight black longsleeved T-shirt, and black tights with a printed
leopardskin pattern. She had some kind of lacy piece of cloth tied around
her hips as if to try and hide the way the tights clung to her form, but
instead it only made it all more risqué. She had a pair of sunglasses
perched on the end of her nose that she was looking at me over. She wore
beads and earrings, bracelets and rings. Her fingernails were long and
painted blue.

“Nice to meet you, Bernard. Are you taking this train?”

“Ah, yes.” I told her, “Up to Oxford.”

“Really? Me too. Would you mind giving me a hand with my bag?”

Her suitcase must have been full of rocks; I struggled up onto the train
with her, and we sat together. I felt as though I had entered some kind of
vortex; this woman seemed quite overpowering. She had a strong presence, a
strange energy. Her grin was irresistible, her voice loud and incessant.
Her breasts were rather prominent, as well.

She was large for an Oriental woman, five foot seven or so.

I was only 19, heading back to school after spending the weekend with my
parents in London. It looked as though I was in for an interesting
journey.

Her eyes flashed and her fingers were in continuous motion as she talked
about nothing. She asked me about myself, and seemed to pay a lot of
attention as I spoke; but I felt that she wasn’t really listening, just
looking.

The train stopped at an intermediate station, I forget which one.

“Look, there’s a hotel.” She said, pointing to it as though it were
Buckingham Palace.

“Yes.” I said.

“We could get a room.” She suggested, fixing me with her habitual
excited grin.

How could I refuse?

I had only been with a couple of girls before Lucy, and their memories
seemed to pale into insignificance as I entered the hotel room with this
strange and wonderful American woman.

“Let’s get undressed.” She bubbled, stripping her tight T-shirt over her
head.

Her breasts hung forward and proud as she freed her hair and shook it
across her shoulders, like the mane of some unknown mythical beast. Her
big brown eyes grabbed me, I could feel her intense excitement through her
stare. She was a woman knew what she wanted, and knew how to get it. She
had planned this moment from the instant she saw me on the platform in
London, she’d seated me on the side of the train that would face this
hotel, and chatted me up until we reached it. She sat on the bed, and
lifted one leg in my direction.

“Take my boots off, Bernard.” She said.

They were cute little bootlets, and I pulled them off her feet as she
unbuckled her belt.

“Some people drink, and some people smoke.” She said as she peeled her
tights down her legs, “But I’m into this.”

“I see.” I said lamely, as I struggled with my own clothes.

“How old are you, Bernard?”

“19.”

“Far out.” She said. “A 19 year old college boy. Oh, and you have a
hardon already; that’s so sweet!”

She was right, it was. I climbed into bed alongside the exotic
stranger, and we regarded each other for a moment before she reached out
her hand to touch me for the first time.

A shudder went through me, her hand was so sensuous against my skin.
She was slightly darker than me, and I watched her long fingernails trace
across my stomach before traveling up to my face. We looked into each
other’s eyes as she stroked my body, and as I slowly began to return to
complement. We kissed.

I didn’t even know this woman; I didn’t know her last name, I didn’t
know where she came from. I didn’t know her age or her interests. But I
knew her tongue; I knew her fingers. And soon, I knew much more.

Our brief courtship moving right along, we embraced fully, my hard cock
pressed against her belly as her smooth shapely thigh moved up between my
legs, so it stimulated my balls. Her long fingernails scratched lightly
across my back as her tongue made itself at home in my mouth.

She released me, and kissed her way down my belly; was she really going
to do it?

I’d never had a blowjob before. One girl had kissed it, and briefly
allowed it between her lips, but no one had sucked my cock before.

Lucy didn’t suck my cock, she consumed it. She worshiped it, she
devoted herself to it. She somehow maintained her infectious grin as my
white dick disappeared between her lightly glossed lips. Her bright
laughing eyes never left my face as she stroked my balls.

She rolled my dick across her face, stroking her cheeks with it. She
wrapped her thick black hair around it, and tickled me. She pulled on it
was she sucked my balls.

“You’re pretty quiet.” She said, “Is everything alright?”

“I… yes. Everything is great. Everything is incredible, you’re
incredible.”

She laughed, “That’s better. Talk to me, tell me more. Tell me how you
feel as I do it to you. You have a gorgeous cock, Bernhard; so perfect and
big.”

“I… oh God, that feels so good!” I said, as she sucked my penis
again. “It makes me feel warm all over, it’s incredibly sensuous.”

“Go on.” She paused to say.

“You’re so beautiful, your eyes or so big and clear; what you’re doing,
what you’re doing to me, it feels so incredible.”

“The best you’ve ever had?” She prompted.

“Oh yes. Completely, by far.” I said as she slid her lips up and down
my shaft.

She released my cock for a moment, and smiled at me in utter bliss; like
everyone, Lucy loved to be appreciated.

The woman played me like a piano, sucking my cock until I was on edge
and then releasing me again. She sucked my nipples and stuck her tongue in
my mouth again, before returning to my dick and taking me back to the edge
of orgasm.

There was nothing to do but relax and let her do what she was clearly so
good at. Her hair was all over the place, her hands roamed freely over my
body, her sexuality invaded my being, she was irresistible and unstoppable.
She was magnificent; her radiant energy as she enjoyed herself pleasing me,
her incredible hair falling across me as she kissed and licked me, massaged
and caressed me.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” She asked with a smile that left me
little doubt that it was what she wanted.

“Sure.” I said.

Once more, she sucked me into herself, the perfect warm wet pressure of
her mouth driving waves of pleasure up my body. She tickled my balls and
bobbed her head up and down, watching me and feeling me as I began to
explode.

She pulled her mouth almost completely off, and grabbed my penis just
below the tip between her thumb and forefinger. Holding my balls in her
other hand, she pinched my dick, not allowing me to ejaculate. For a brief
moment, she opened her mouth wide and released the pressure, allowing a
single long hard spray of ejaculate to shoot into her mouth before pinching
off the flow again. When I was finished, she released me again and caught
the small amount that leaked from my cock in her mouth as well.

She milked what was left in my shaft, squeezing it into her mouth with
her hand. She sat up, tilted her head back, and swallowed. She looked
down at me again, her hair falling around her breasts.

“You taste fantastic.” She said with satisfaction. “Do me now.”

She sat down with her shoulders propped up on some pillows, and her
lovely legs spread wide. She put her hand on my face, her fingers curling
around the back of my neck. She smiled at me again, and guided my face
between her thighs.

Her hair was dark and curly, her vagina pink and wet.

It tasted bad for the first few seconds, sour and somehow dark. But
then I was rewarded with fresh vaginal fluids, and she became sweeter and
sweeter as I strove to please her.

Lucy merely liked sex; she had actually delighted in drawing my cock as much as I ‘d.
enjoyed her doing it. There was no mistaking her pleasure with this entire.
episode, with every stage of it. From her very first moment of contact with me.
up until now, she was seriously enjoying every second.

As I said, I ‘d only been with a couple of ladies before her. Lucy was a.
Woman with a capital “W”, and she taught me what sex might be. She taught.
me ways to toss hesitation and doubt to the side and simply be delighted, to.
wallow in the beauty of the moment.

And having my tongue in her pussy didn’t make her feel bad, either. It.
wasn’t long prior to she had an orgasm, squeezing my head between her thighs.
and kicking me in the back with the heels of her feet.

” Keep going, Bernhard!” She said huskily, so I continued to lick her.
clit as I rubbed her body with my fingers.

Gazing into my eyes, she grabbed my head firmly between her hands, and.
moved her clit up and down against my mouth, up until she returned.

She carried me upwards, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me as she took.
my stiff cock in her hand. She held against herself, and I pressed it in.

She was smooth and warm, inviting and wet. She was where I wished to.
be, the inside of her body was the rightful home of my penis. As I began.
to screw her, I had a frustrating sensation that this was exactly what I was made.
for, this was the significance of life. The blissful natural benefit of my body.
notifying me that this was extremely excellent.

She grabbed my ass in her hands and drove her hips upwards, satisfying my.
strokes. After some time, she started to growl with the start of another.
orgasm; it was too much for me, she was too much for me. I felt my balls.
begin to contract again, but this time there would be nothing to stop my.
circulation.

I was not an Oxford guy, no longer an Englishman. Education and.
breeding, culture and mankind were stripped away. There was just my body,.
her body, and the fluid streaming from one to the other. 2 grunting.
animals who had experienced each other for the very first time only a few.
hours earlier, sharing this primal moment, this odd raw biological.
function, this satisfaction of our shared have to mate.

Two strangers happily fucking in a hotel space, who saw nothing in each.
other except this easy happy physical desire.

Feeling drained pipes both emotionally and physically, I brought her bag as soon as.
more onto the train. We held hands in silence till Oxford.

” Would you like to come for dinner one night?” She asked me, displaying.
none of the frenzied tension she ‘d had on the first half of our journey.

” I ‘d like to.” I said, with typical English understatement.

She provided me an address. “How about Wednesday? At eight?”.

” I’ll be there.” I stated.

Clutching the obligatory bouquet of flowers, I rang the bell at the.
address she had offered me. I was delighted and concerned; who was this.
monster of a lady? Exactly what would she do to me this time?

The door opened, and there she stood; her voluptuous feminine curves.
plainly shown in among those sexy silk Chinese gowns, the kind that.
button up to the neck but end simply listed below the ass. Her hair was down and to.
her hips; I felt my cock jerk in my trousers as my eyes took in the.
sight.

” Wow, thanks!” She said, reaching forward for her arrangement; or rather,.
for Lucy’s arrangement. Since I unexpectedly understood she was not Lucy.

” Come on in, Bernhard.” She said, “Dinner is almost ready.”.

I followed her within, feeling extremely confused. She looked like the female.
I was here to date, however she wasn’t. She was dressed to kill, and was.
plainly anticipating me. Then I saw Lucy setting the table, and I felt.
relieved.

” Oh, hi Bernhard. I see you met Sue already, isn’t she a sweetie? Sue,.
stir the sauce for me, will you?”.

Lucy was dressed just, in loose bluejeans and a T-shirt. Her hair was.
connected behind her head, and she was wearing no makeup. She stepped close to.
me and spoke urgently however quietly for moment; “I’m sorry Bernhard, I blended.
up the dates. I thought Sue and her dad wasn’t coming up until tomorrow.”.

We were disrupted by the look of a guy; large and in his late.
’40s, he smiled broadly at me, held out his hand, and presented himself as.
Tom. I didn’t comprehend how he might be Susan’s father, however, since he.
was quite Caucasian and Sue was quite Oriental. I learnt later he was.
her stepfather.

Well, my vision of an evening of mad sex was rapidly flowing down the.
proverbial drain. The 4 of us sat down, as I aimed to exercise who was.
who.

There was no doubt in my mind that Sue was Lucy’s younger sister. The.
similarity was remarkable, but they were totally different.

She was much heavier, with larger breasts and a larger ass. Not fat,.
but somewhat plump. She had much more hair than Lucy; the hair really was.
remarkable. Utterly black, thick and resplendent, it fanned down her back.
Her face appeared to do not have character in some way, though; it was somehow blank, as.
if absolutely nothing had ever happened to it yet. As if no emotion had actually yet needed.
expression there.

” I’m actually delighted you could make it this night, Bernhard.” Lucy said,.
” I phoned you as quickly as I understood Sue would be here today.”.

She had never telephoned me; I hadn’t offered her my number, she could not.
phone me.

” So exactly what are you studying, Bernhard?” Tom asked.

I began to talk with him, although I would have rather been speaking with.
the females, clearly.

And then I heard something; Sue said to Lucy “Mom, past the salt.
please?”.

Whatever it was we remained in the middle of speaking about slipped from my.
mind, and I lookinged at the younger female for moment prior to regaining my.
composure. Mom? She was Lucy’s DAUGHTER??

I unexpectedly recognized that Lucy was not in her late twenties. Which.
the warm friendly male I was talking to was her other half.

I managed to muddle through the rest of the supper, while Sue kept.
looking at me with big pup pet eyes.

” Tom, you ‘d much better get dressed.” Lucy said as she started to clear the.
plates. “We’ll be late.”.

” Late for exactly what?” I asked.

“It’s some kind of social function at the college. Tom’s just starting
work next week, and it’s important for him to meet people.” Lucy said. Sue
was staring at me with her mouth hanging slightly open, and I had the
distinct impression she was salivating.

Quickly grabbing a pile of plates, I followed Lucy into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” I whispered.

“I didn’t have your number, so I just told them that I’d met a nice boy
and invited him to have dinner with us since Sue doesn’t know anyone here.”

“You mean I’m supposed to be her date?”

We were interrupted again, by Sue this time. She was carrying some
glasses and a smile.

“She’s 18 years old, and still a virgin.” Lucy said, with mock
disapproval; or maybe genuine disapproval, I couldn’t tell.

“MOM!” The younger woman said, with clear exasperation.

“I’d better go get dressed.” Lucy said, and left us alone in the
kitchen. I heard her climbing the stairs to the level above.

There was an awkward silence as my lover’s virgin daughter and I tried
to think of something to say.

“So how do you know my mom?” She asked, as she began to stack the
dishwasher. She had to bend over a bit, and I noticed her ass was very
well shaped despite its extra mass.

“We met on the train from London.” I said.

“She’s always trying to fix me up with boyfriends.” Sue said, “But
usually I don’t like them much.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Usually they’re older. Like 30 or something.”

She clammed up, seeming to have run out of words.

There was something I liked about her; a certain calm sweetness,
something innocent and peaceful. Physically, she was beautiful; she wasn’t
a small girl, she was as tall and broad as her mother. She had nice hips
and her legs weren’t bad. I found the slant of her eyes appealing; I found
the idea of taking her to bed appealing, too.

What a strange trip, I thought to myself, a blind date with a Chinese
American girl, virgin daughter of my lover from earlier in the week. It
wasn’t the evening I’d planned at all; but I found that I was enjoying
myself nonetheless, and decided to just go with the flow.

Sue was more like a clone of Lucy than a daughter. There was something
bright about her, and there seemed to be just so much of her; big eyes, big
smile, big breasts, and more hair than I’d ever seen on a human being
before. It seemed to cover the couch we sat on in glossy black
magnificence.

But she had none of the confidence of her mother; despite her
magnificent appearance, she seemed shy and unsure of herself. I wondered
if it was the reason her mother thought she needed to find the girl a date,
or if it was because of her mother finding her dates.

We sat on the sofa and I told her some stories of the local area. Lucy
and her husband swept past us at some point, he was looking dapper and
handsome in the well cut suit, and Lucy was looking absolutely amazing in a
long red form-hugging dress and four inch heels, her hair arranged behind
her head and flowing across her exposed shoulders. I caught myself staring
for a moment; the woman was more beautiful than her teenaged daughter. I
pushed aside a twinge of jealousy.

“Have a good time, kids.” Tom said.

Lucy just grinned back at us as her husband led her away.

Sue had these big saucy eyes, and she seemed to eat every word that came
from my mouth whole, barely pausing to chew.

Now I suppose that everyone dreams of a virgin who’s hot to trot; and
there I was, sitting on the sofa with one in an otherwise empty apartment.
I had the feeling that she’d fall on her back at the slightest push, and
even her parents would approve.

Somehow, it all seemed too contrived; a setup. I wondered if it was
true what Lucy had told me, that she hadn’t planned this. It seemed
unlikely.

So we were still talking when Lucy and Tom returned. They pointedly
left us alone, and went upstairs; I asked Sue if she was free the next
evening, we exchanged phone numbers, and I went home. I hadn’t even given
her a Kiss.

We went to the movie, we had dinner, we talked and flirted. I took her
home, I kissed her at the door; she invited me in, but I told her needed to
get up early.

I liked her, I enjoyed dating her. I was only slightly bothered about
having been intimate with her mother; but perhaps it did influence me to
hesitate a bit longer than I would have otherwise. Sue was a sure thing,
she was more than ready. I just had to find somewhere for us to be alone,
and I did after a week or so.

I got my roommate to go spend the night with his girlfriend. Sue and I
were alone at last, and as we looked into each other’s eyes and held hands,
there was no doubt about what we were both thinking.

Her body was strong and healthy, her lips eager. As her hands explored
my body more intimately than she’d been able to before, there was something
exciting about knowing that it was her first time; this experience was
completely new to her. My penis in her hand, her breast in my mouth. Our
warm naked bodies entangled in intimacy.

She even sucked my cock; it was nothing like what her mother had done to
me, but there was something so sweet about it. She wanted desperately to
be good, to please me. I ran my fingers through her silky tresses and
grinned at her as I watched my cock disappear between her red glossed lips,
enjoying the accompanying feeling of utter ecstasy.

I licked her, readying her for penetration. I slid a condom onto
myself, keeping my eyes on her naked waiting form. I knelt between her
legs, and put the tip of my latex shod cock against her.

There was a small escape of air from her as my penis entered her body,
as if to make room for it. I stroked her little bit, kissed her breasts,
and began to screw her.

It was strange to me that a girl who looked so much like her mother
could be so different in every other way. She didn’t move, she made no
sound. She held my hips, and watched me silently.

After a while, she seemed to come; I wasn’t quite sure. Some time after
that, I came as well.

To be honest, I was incredibly disappointed. Somehow, I thought I was
going to unlock this girl, turn her into the kind of sexual creature that
her mother was. Don’t get me wrong, I really liked Sue; I liked hanging
out with her, my friends all liked her too. We’d gone to concerts, we’d
had a lot of laughs. But in bed, she wasn’t her mother; she was just an
ordinary girl, like the others I’d been with before.

I don’t know why I had expected it to be different. But I had.

We went out a few times a week, I took her to parties at friend’s
places. We managed to get alone a couple of times, and have sex.

Phone call;

“Bernhard? It’s Lucy.”

“Hi Lucy, how are you?”

I had seen her quite often, when I went over to pick up Sue, and once
when I’d spent the night there. There didn’t seem to be any weirdness
between us, which really was quite remarkable I suppose.

“Great, Bernard. Listen, you know that Sue is going to the States to
spend Chinese new-year with her grandparents. Would you like to come over
for a little farewell dinner?”

“Sure, that would be fun.”

Lucy opened the door, wearing a sheer blouse knotted just below her
breasts, a rather daringly short skirt, high-heeled boots, and a smile.

There was something odd; a vibration I hadn’t expected. As I entered,
and hung my jacket on the hook by the door, I could see that the lights
were out in the dining room, there were candles burning on the table, and
it was set for two.

“I can’t wait for dessert!” Lucy said with a laugh, skipping into the
kitchen. “Come on in here, it’s almost ready.” She called.

She was hectic at the stove, stirring something fragrant in a frying pan.
It was disrupting to discover myself thinking that she had better figure that
her daughter did. Her hips were just a little narrower, and her ass
substantially tighter. However the most striking difference between them was
Lucy’s energy; the woman was like a dynamo, she appeared to constantly remain in
motion. Lucy had an amazing sexiness, a kind of extra vitality that
made one just wish to be around her.

” I thought Sue and Tom were going to be here.” I informed her, aiming to
carefully introduce the idea that I didn’t wish to fuck my girlfriend’s.
mother.

” Oh no, they’ve currently taken the train to London, Sue is going to San.
Francisco, and Tom to New York for the week.” She said happily, neglecting my.
point.

” Listen, Lucy; don’t take this wrong, however I actually like Sue.”.

” Well that’s great, Bernard. I’m so thankful you two are getting along, I.
was beginning to get stressed over Sue, you know. I indicate, I was believing.
perhaps she was gay, and that would be fine, however she didn’t have a.
girlfriend, either.”.

She prattled on for a while, and I began to think that maybe I had.
misinterpreted the situation; she just wished to talk to me, about Sue.
She simply dressed like that the time [she actually did], and she couldn’t.
help however be hot; it was just her nature.

With Lucy, it wasn’t applied or contrived. She truly talked like that,.
she smiled at you all the time, she walked like that, and she dressed like.
that. Lucy flirted the method fish swim, constantly and naturally.

But as we moved into the dining-room, bring the food she had prepared.
for us, there was the white tablecloth and the candle lights.

There didn’t appear to be any easy method to get away. As soon as or two times, she.
spoon fed me, chuckling into my eyes. Her nipples were extending through.
the thin material that cannot hide her generous breasts. She was randy as.
a toad, and very happy about it.

I knew I shouldn’t do it, I understood it was incorrect. Take legal action against was crazy about me,.
she was a nice woman. I didn’t wish to harm her, and Lucy’s partner Tom had.
been really nice to me, too. He had actually welcomed me into his home, treated me.
like a pal even though he barely understood me.

And there was Lucy, her perfect white smile and her radiant energy. She.
was sparking and tingling with it, pheromones exuding from every pore of her.
body. I might smell her, I could feel her.

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I understood what she resembled in bed, there was no mystery. She was.
incredible, incredible, the fuck of the century. She was a monster, a sex.
device.

I couldn’t blame Sue for being ordinary; it wasn’t her fault that she.
was normal. And besides, how could I be sure that it wasn’t me? I indicate,.
the combination of Sue and myself; we didn’t truly make each other burn,.
we simply sort of smoldered for a while then fallinged asleep or went home.

With Lucy on the other hand, there had actually been fireworks; mad sensuous.
pleasure that might never be forgotten. She didn’t wish to date me, she.
didn’t wish to be my sweetheart. Simply my enthusiast.

Her hand covered mine suddenly. Her long fingernails gently scratched.
down the back of my hand, to the pointers of my fingers. She looked straight.
into my eyes, and if I didn’t hear her growling, I believed I did.

” Lucy; Lucy, I ‘d truly want to. But Sue would be so harmed.”.

” Not if she never knows.”.

” It just isn’t right.”.

” Why not? If nobody knows, and no one is harmed, exactly what’s incorrect with it?
We were fantastic, weren’t we? We had a good time, didn’t we?”.

” Yes.”.

” Is like that when you’re with Sue?”.

” No. No, not like that.”.

” I didn’t think so. I ‘d like you to keep going out with her, Bernard.
She’s been so pleased since you’ve been with her, she’s more relaxed and she.
even lost some weight. But I understand exactly what guys resemble, you’ll get tired.
with her. You want someone who’s better in bed, or somebody various in.
bed a minimum of; then you’ll leave her, and my little woman will be injured. On.
the other hand … you and I could have our little secret together, and.
then be pleased with our partners the rest of the time.”.

I understood I should not have let her open that bottle of wine; my brain was.
awash with alcohol and hormones, and I didn’t have the strength to resist.
her arguments.

But I did have the strength to give her exactly what she desired.

My senses blew up in enjoyment as our naked bodies entered into contact; my.
fingers traced throughout her slim hips and ideal ass as her tongue tasted my.
face.

She laughed and groaned in enjoyment as I kissed her neck, chewed her.
ears, suckled her breasts. She stroked me and stoked me, thoroughly.
developing my fire with a sensuousness built on experience and enthusiasm.

I licked her, until she came. Then I needed to feel myself within her.
once again, I had to feel her enthusiasm tight around my cock again.

She grabbed my unprotected cock, and pressed it versus herself; in the.
madness of our shared requirement, I pushed my difficult penis into her body, into her.
wet waiting hole.

Her inner muscles squeezed me with that great hot pressure that I ‘d.
forced myself to forget; hot and wet and tight, excited and smooth.

Exactly what a female, I kept thinking; exactly what a fantastic fucking woman. She.
bucked her hips upward to fulfill each stroke, her eyes never left mine and.
her grin never ever faded.

There seemed to be no regret in her, no conflict about what we were.
doing. It felt so excellent, so exceptionally great to hold her in my arms, to feel.
the stress and heat of her as we made love, had sex, fucked.

Her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me tight like a boa holds.
its victim.

” I wish to feel it.” She whispered in my ear, “I wish to feel your hot.
things shooting within.”.

Oh God, I wanted to feel it also; my orgasm ripped out of me,.
pumping, climaxing, climaxing together with my sweetheart’s mother.

As my cock started to diminish inside the older female’s body, my joy was.
replaced by regret and doubt. She kissed me, but her kiss was wrong.

Her fingers traced down my body, and although it was still incorrect, it was.
likewise pleasant. I relaxed myself, considering it. Searching for some.
excuse for exactly what I ‘d done. She pressed me on my back, forcing my nearly limp.
cock to take out of her body.

Throwing her long black hair to one side of her head, Lucy reduced her.
face in between my thighs.

And taking my soft guilty cock into her mouth, she started to draw me.

Gently initially, she relieved blood into my organ. Tickling my balls, she.
took a look at me through hooded eyes, and brushed my stomach with her hair.
Her head moved up and down over my stiffening dick, her lips and tongue.
consuming the guilt and shame from me; the heat of her desire relighting my.
fires.

It appeared worthless to eliminate it; Lucy was excessive female for any male to.
resist. Her tongue and lips slid over my cock and balls, her hands moved.
across my genitals and body, her desire was infectious, her desire for life.
and for me.

We did it in a missionary style, till she came; we shifted, and she sat.
above me, raising her tight body up and down as I saw my dick vanish.
within her once again and again.

We did it with her on her side, we did it doggy style.

It wasn’t simply that she kept coming; her orgasms appeared practically.
incidental to her large pleasure with everything, every touch, every kiss.
Lucy loved sex, she enjoyed the intimacy and the contact of it. She enjoyed my.
cock inside her body, in her vaginal area or her mouth. She enjoyed to offer.
enjoyment, and she enjoyed to get it.

Holding her company warm body in my arms, my cock harder for longer than I.
had actually ever understood, looking into her joyful face as I pumped her with a power.
that I never ever knew I had; I felt unbelievable, thrilled, more powerful than I.
understood it was possible to be.

That it was possible to elicit such a response from a woman, it was.
possible to be so damn good! She was so fired up, so amazing, so lovely,.
her energy so intense that it overruned from her, and into me.

Her breasts, smaller sized and softer than those of her daughter, were.
friendly versus my chest. The somewhat more prominent bones of her face,.
even the small lines around corners of her eyes and mouth, made her no less.
attractive. Her grip on my ass, the movements of her hips, the pressure.
of her vaginal muscles against my cock; it was is if I never ever desired to come.
again, so that this happiness would endless.

However at long last, when I did, it was good, too.

We rested, in each other’s arms. She touched me with her fingertips,.
both people quiet in our post-coital haze. We slept.

I awoke in the night, surprised to find I had a hard on. In the dim
light, the woman next to me breathed long and deep. I ran my hand down the
length of her smooth back, over her round middle-aged yet perfect bum.

Waking, she rolled over and put her arm around me. She pulled me tight,
and we kissed in the darkness. I chewed her lower lip as I ran my fingers
down the length of her back, marveling that a woman who had an adult
daughter could also have such an incredible body.

We made love again, because we could; because I was young and horny, and
Lucy was just horny.

We spent the weekend together, watching old movies on the video in our
underwear, making out, making love.

My memory of it is a bit hazy, seen through a fog of hormones.

It was like my mind had a firewall; on one side, Lucy was my lover, my
insane sex machine, and Sue faded discreetly into the background. Then I
would flip back, Sue was my lover, Lucy was her mother, no trouble at all.

Sue shared my interests, my friends, and my time. We had sex; but I
felt it was just because we were somehow supposed to, it was only to
confirm the lie I was living.

I remember licking her snatch, sucking her clit and tonguing her like
I’d learned from her mother; but where Lucy would get wild, griping my hair
and bucking her hips, moaning and coming, Sue just lay there passively and
giggled a little.

I tried to give it to her like Lucy had taught me, long hard thrusts;
Sue would come, panting slightly. Lucy would wrap her legs around my back
and yell for joy; she’d come twice or even three times.

Sue would go down on me, but it wasn’t the same; She did it to please
me, because she knew that girls are expected to do it for their boyfriends.
She wasn’t like her mother, who sucked my cock as if it was the source of
her strength, as if it was the most wonderful activity she knew. Lucy
treated my semen as a treasure, a limited resource that needed to be
conserved and cherished as long as possible before being consumed with as
much passion and pleasure as was possible.

Lucy drank my come like a fine wine; Sue would spit it in the sink, then
turn on the TV.

I knew I shouldn’t keep having sex with them both; and Lucy was married,
happily as far as I could tell. I had to give her up, I resolved each time
that it would be the last. A hell of a woman, I’d think, but never again.

Then she’d call me; “Bernard… I’m all alone at home. Couldn’t you
just come by and have coffee with me?” or “Bernard; I just checked into the
sweetest little hotel. Why don’t you come over here and take a bath with
me?”

And I’d be there again, in her, on her, with her. My blood pounding in
my ears at the sheer excitement of her, her magic tongue, her tight ass,
her velvet vice vagina. Even the smell of her sweat as we wrestled each
other for control of my stiff dick turned me on; I licked it from her
armpits and strove to get my cock deeper into her eager body, while she
laughed with pleasure.

She was so old, I tried to tell myself, too old for me; but her heart
was young, her body was made to enjoy, and she never said ‘no’.

Then Sue left me.

I was pretty shocked; she was leaving ME?

We had a fight, and she told me she’d been seeing someone else.

“I know you’ve been with someone else, too.” She told me.

“No I haven’t.” I lied, “What do you mean you’ve been seeing someone?
You’ve been having sex with another guy?!”

“YES! And he’s better than you, too!”

In my hubris, I didn’t believe her; but there wasn’t much left to do but
move on. It seems like nothing now, as I look back on it these years
later, but at the time it seemed earth shaking.

“I can’t see you any more, Bernard.” Lucy told me later. “Tonight will
be the last time.”

“Why?”

“I have to be loyal to Sue, Bernard. She is my daughter, after all.
How can I keep seeing you?”

“But she left me because I was cheating; with you!”

“It doesn’t make any difference, baby. I’ll miss you, we’ve sure had
some fun together.” She said as she undressed.

I felt betrayed by her; she had just used me, I thought, as she stripped
me.

“Don’t be like that, baby.” she said, “Fuck me like there’s no
tomorrow.”

I knew there would be a tomorrow, but I did it anyway; how could I
refuse her? She was too sexy, too wonderful.

Her skin was warm and smooth, her vagina was tight against my cock as I
screwed her for the last time.

I wondered if I loved her; if all the wild sex we’d had together meant
anything, then I must.

I thought of Sue, my girlfriend, the daughter of the woman grunting and
crying in orgasm in my arms; I would miss her.

But I would miss her wild, wonderful, mother even more.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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