Loading...Anne Evans looked across at her daughter Kathy, sitting at the other end of the couch. “Anything that you actually want to watch on TV?” she asked.
Kathy raised her eyes from her magazine and shook her head. “Not for me, Mom. Switch it off if you want.”
Anne rummaged for the remote and switched off the TV, then picked up her photography magazine again. She sat for a while, aware that Kathy was getting increasingly fidgety. Eventually Kathy took a deep breath.
“Mom?” she said.
Anne looked up at her daughter. Perhaps now? she thought. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“I have something I have to tell you.” Kathy looked determined, but nervous.
Yes, thought Anne, she’s finally decided to tell me. Aloud, she said, “So tell me.” She smiled at her daughter. “Or do you want me to guess?”
Kathy laughed. “No, I don’t think so.” She paused. “Mom, I’m not a virgin any more,” she said, rushing out the words.
“Ah,” said Anne. She reached out and took her daughter’s hand. “I’ve been wondering when you were going to tell me,” she said gently.
“You have?” said Kathy, looking bewildered. “You mean you knew?”
“I guessed,” said Anne. “I think it was last week when you were staying with Lisa. Right?”
Kathy nodded, a stunned look on her face.
“So I would guess it was either Matt or Todd, but you’ll tell me in your own good time, won’t you?” asked Anne.
“I guess so,” said Kathy.
“Before you go on, let me tell you something,” said Anne. “Sweetheart, I am not mad at you. It happens to every girl, sooner or later. You’re eighteen, you’re old enough. My only concern is for you, that you are all right.” She smiled fondly at her daughter. I hope it was as good for her as it was for me at her age, she thought. She squeezed Kathy’s hand. “Well?”
Kathy laughed wryly. “It was Matt. Oh, Mom, it was marvelous!”
Thank the Lord for that, thought Anne. “Well, I’m glad it was good, but did you use protection?” she asked. “A grandchild at thirty-nine I do not want!” she said, laughing.
Kathy grinned at her mother. “Yes, Mom, we did. I would have insisted, but Matt was ahead of me. Mom, can I go on the pill? It’s got to be better without a rubber!”
“It is. And yes, you can. I’ll make an appointment for you to see Doctor Quinn, I know you like her.” And I know I can trust her to make sure my baby is all right.
“Do I have to see her?” asked Kathy. “I don’t hurt, or anything. I mean, when we did it, it only hurt when Matt popped my cherry, and only for a little while.”
“Well, that’s good to hear, but I think you ought to have Doctor Quinn examine you. You obviously enjoyed your first taste of sex and I’m delighted to hear that.”
“You are?” asked Kathy, surprise in her tone.
“I am,” said Anne firmly. “But there’s always the chance of something happening. Wouldn’t you rather be sure everything is OK? I would.”
“I guess so,” said Kathy. “Soon?”
“I’ll ‘phone in the morning. Is that soon enough?” Anne smiled at her daughter.
“Yes,” said Kathy, laughing, “Tomorrow is soon enough.” She paused. “Mom?”
“Yes?”
“You said you were pleased I’d enjoyed it. Did you mean that?” Kathy asked curiously.
She sounded doubtful, thought Anne. “Of course I meant it. I always enjoyed sex, especially with your Dad until he was killed, so I’m pleased my little girl enjoys it, too.” Yeah, and I think I’m jealous, too, she thought.
“You miss Daddy, don’t you?” Kathy asked gently.
Anne was silent for a moment before replying. “Yes, love, especially at night. He was a good lover, your Dad. My bed has been very lonely these past four years.” I miss him, she thought, so very much. I miss his laugh, I miss his touch, I miss the feel of him, of the blunt force of his prick in my pussy.
“You’re only thirty-nine, Mom. Isn’t there anyone, someone that I don’t know about?” Kathy asked.
“No, no-one.” Anne shook her head. “Although, knowing you’ve had Matt, suddenly I feel horny,” she said, surprising herself with the realization that she was speaking only the truth.
“Mom!” gasped Kathy.
“Natural reaction, sweetheart. Even old folks like me get horny from time to time.” Anne smiled wryly at her daughter.
“I’ll ask Matt!” said Kathy, giggling.
“What, to come and bed me?” said Anne, laughing.
“Yes, why not?”
” ‘Why not?’ you ask. Don’t be silly. He’s half my age.” Far too young, she thought, so why is my pussy coming alive?
“All the better for you, Mom. He can keep going, or at least recover quickly and give you a second chance,” said Kathy, grinning at her mother.
“That sounds suspiciously like the voice of experience,” said Anne darkly.
Kathy giggled again. “Well, I do have a little experience now.”
“Just how limited is your experience?” Yes, tell me!
Kathy flushed. “Well, we fuc . . . , umm, made love. . .”
” . . . fucked is fine, baby . . .” Fucked is great.
“. . . we fucked a few times, and I sucked him off, and he ate me.” Kathy looked up defiantly.
“Not much else, is there?” asked Anne mildly, feeling strangely jealous.
“There’s anal intercourse, but neither of us wants it. I don’t know anything else.” Kathy looked thoughtful for a moment.
“I think intercourse, fellatio and cunnilingus is enough to be going on with,” said Anne dryly, smiling at her daughter.
“Yeah, I guess so. Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Did you and Dad, umm, you know, I mean, suck each other?” Kathy flushed and seemed about to retract the question.
“You mean did your father and I indulge in oral sex?” Anne said quietly.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” Kathy smiled wryly, a high spot of color on each cheek.
“Yes, love, we did. Frequently and enthusiastically.” And how! thought Anne, remembering the feel of her husband’s mouth on her pussy, feeling herself getting wet just at the memory.
“That’s a relief, I was beginning to think we were kinky!” said Kathy.
“Hardly. So far as I can tell, you’re a normal pair of sex-starved, horny teenagers!” Anne laughed. “Just like I used to be!”
Kathy smiled at her mother. “You are really something, Mom, you know that?”
“And what makes you say that, young lady?”
“I dunno, you just are!” Kathy shrugged. “I guess I half expected a lecture.”
“Kathy, Kathy,” chided Anne. “I always tried to answer your questions about sex honestly and I knew when the time came, your hormones would take over, just like mine did. I wanted you to have the knowledge to make the correct decision when the time came. I love you and I’m proud that you are my daughter.”
Kathy dived into her mother’s arms and hugged her fiercely. “Oh, Mom, I love you too!” She pulled back and looked into her mother’s face. “Mom?” she said thoughtfully.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Are you still planning on turning the garage loft into a studio?”
“Yes, I think so. Why?” Anne was curious. It would make sense. The real estate photography that had been part of her life since she was widowed still brought her a steady income, but she was increasingly being asked to take on work for the local newspaper. A studio would mean she could take on some portrait work, too.
“Just a moment. What’s involved?” asked Kathy.
“Well, the old furniture will have to come out. We can leave it in the garage until Father Murphy down at St. Ignatius can arrange to have it collected. He’s seen it and says that some of his parishioners can use it,” said Anne, mildly curious as to where Kathy was leading.
“Oh, that’s good. Better than the City dump! Anything else?” Kathy raised a quizzical eyebrow.
“Not really. It’s structurally sound and the floor is good, so all I need to do is paint it all white.”
“So, move the furniture out and paint the rest white? That’s all?”
“That’s all, apart from moving studio equipment in. Now, tell me why the quiz.”
“I’ll ask Matt to help us. Then I’ll arrange, accidentally on purpose, to be called away by Lisa, and then you can seduce Matt.” Kathy grinned at her mother’s stunned face.
“You’re mad, Kathy, to think that I would seduce an eighteen year old boy!”
“He’d seduce you, given half a chance. He told me!”
“He what!”
“He told me. We were talking about sex.” Kathy grinned. “We talk about it a lot, when we’re not actually doing it. We were talking about people we knew, and whether we found them sexually attractive. I mentioned you. To be honest I was joking, but I swear his eyes lit up. He said that he thought you were one of the most desirable women he knew.” Kathy smirked. “After me, of course.”
“Of course,” said Anne dryly. “Kathy, love, you’re mad, although I would appreciate Matt’s help with the garage, if he’s willing.” And why are my panties soaking? she asked herself.
“I’ll ask him tomorrow. When do you want to do it?”
“Well, Saturday would be good.”
“OK, Mom, Saturday it is.” Kathy yawned suddenly. “I think I’ll go to bed, Mom, I’m tired.”
“All right, sweetheart. I’ll sit for a while. I can afford a late night, I don’t have any shoots to do tomorrow. It’s been a long time since I had a Friday off.”
Kathy kissed her mother. “‘Night, Mom.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well.” Anne sat thoughtfully when Kathy had gone to bed. Ridiculous creature, suggesting an eighteen year old boy would be interested in me. Or, more realistically, in what I have between my legs, she thought. God, woman, have a cold shower and go to bed yourself!
After her shower – warm, not cold – Anne lay sleepless, trying not to think about what Kathy had said, but finally acknowledged that if she wanted to sleep, she was going to have to do something about it. She got out of bed and rummaged deep in a dresser drawer, finally lifting out a slim box. She opened it and took out a dildo, eyeing it ruefully. Not used since before Ken’s death, she thought. She put it on her pillow and stripped off her nightshirt, then paused for a moment, eyeing herself in the full-length mirror on the bedroom wall.
She assessed herself critically. Tits? Tits are good, virtually no sag. Good responsive nipples.
Waist? Thicker than it used to be, but not bad. Belly could be a little flatter.
Hips? Woman-wide, but shapely. I’m five feet eight, I think I can carry them.
Anne looked at herself in the mirror. I think I’ll shave my pussy tomorrow, she thought, I always did prefer it naked. But for now, it will have to do. She grinned at her reflection and got back into bed. She drew her legs up and began to lightly stroke her mons with her right hand, taking the dildo in her left and running it gently over her breasts, sighing as the nipples began to erect. In her groin, she could feel herself begin to moisten. Oh, Kathy, what have you started!
The following morning Anne puttered about in her darkroom during the morning, catching up on unfinished work, made herself a tuna sandwich for lunch, then went up to the bathroom and stripped, rummaging in the bathroom cabinet for her little-used razor. She carefully lathered her pubes, then shaved off her dark brown fleece. She could feel herself moistening as she shaved and she wiped herself off carefully as she completed her task, using two mirrors to ensure she had not missed anything. Satisfied, Anne walked naked into her bedroom, took the dildo from under her pillow, lay down and began to stroke herself with it. In moments she was soaking and she plunged the weapon to its root inside herself. I don’t want finesse, she thought, stroking her clitoris with her free hand, I just want to be fucked!
In moments, she brought herself to a gut-wrenching orgasm, then lay cooling, the dildo still hilt-deep inside her, drifting slowly into a doze. A voice woke her.
“Mom? Where are you?” Ohmigod, Kathy!
“Upstairs, honey.” Anne deftly slid the dildo from her pussy, grabbed her robe and threw it on, then went to meet Kathy.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I was just having a nap.” And I need another shower. She kissed Kathy. “I’ll grab a shower then start dinner.”
“No rush, Mom. It’s still early. Hey, can I shower with you, I’m all sweaty?”
Anne’s first instinct was to refuse, conscious of her newly-shorn pubes, then thought to herself, why not? It’s not as if she’s never seen me naked before. “Sure, honey. Come on,” she said.
Anne went into her bathroom and turned on the shower, getting into it and letting the warm water wash over her while Kathy went to her own room to undress. In moments, Kathy reappeared in a short robe which she discarded before slipping into the cubicle beside her mother.
They had been enjoying the refreshing shower for a few minutes, soaping each other’s backs, rinsing off, before Kathy suddenly paused, grabbing Anne’s shoulder to stop her turning. Her eyes were fixed on Anne’s groin.
“Mom! When did you do that?” She’s surprised, but there’s something else too, thought Anne. Shock, perhaps? Envy?
Anne looked down at herself, then at Kathy, whose face was alive with curiosity. She grimaced. “Today, after lunch.” Anne shrugged. “I’m still not certain why, although your dad always liked me this way.”
“I’m not surprised! Mom, will you shave me? Matt will go ape!”
Anne laughed, suddenly totally relaxed with her daughter. “Sure honey, if you want. When?”
“Now?”
“OK, get dried and we’ll start.”
Anne didn’t bother with her robe so that she was naked as she carefully lathered and shaved Kathy’s pussy. She only has a little peach fuzz, she thought, nowhere near as much as I had. This should only take a moment. She worked carefully, making sure she didn’t cut or nip this tender area of Kathy’s, but realized as she was doing it that Kathy was getting excited, that her juices were starting to flow. Anne had been careful to be as detached as possible while she worked but now she glanced at Kathy, unsurprised to note that her colour was high, her cheeks flushed and that she was giving off the rich aroma of a sexually-aroused woman. Anne reached for a warm, wet cloth and carefully wiped Kathy’s pussy, breathing deeply, enjoying her daughter’s scent, enjoying the feeling of her own pussy moistening then stopped, startled, as Kathy shook with the unmistakable tremors of an orgasm, a gasp escaping from her lips.
Anne squeezed Kathy’s hand. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart, it’s natural to get excited when someone’s touching you there.”
“I know, Mom,” Kathy whispered, “but Mom?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” said Anne gently.
“I think I was getting excited because it was you, my mom, that was doing it.”
Anne studied her daughter. “I guess my being naked didn’t help, did it?”
Kathy shrugged, her tits jiggling delightfully. I bet Matt likes that, thought Anne, firm, jiggly tits on his girl. “I guess so, Mom,” Kathy said. She studied her mother. “I’ll bet Matt would go for you if you gave him the chance. You look real tasty, momma mine.”
Anne shocked herself with her next words. “And if I did give him the chance, what would you think? I’m not going to spoil my daughter’s life to satisfy my own erotic urges. What am I supposed to say? ‘I’ll just borrow Matt, sweetheart’?” But hell, yes, I would like those urges satisfied!
“Mom, I’d cheer you on. Even better, I’d watch, then join in!”
Anne stared at Kathy for a long moment, shocked by her daughter’s words, then realised that Kathy’s comment was making her excited. “Kathy Evans, what are you saying!” she asked, her exasperated tone shielding her confused thoughts.
Kathy reached out and took her mother’s hands. “Seriously, Mom, I wouldn’t mind. Just so long as I can have Matt back when you’re finished with him. Or else share him. I would do that for you, Mom.” There was an undertone of excitement in Kathy’s voice.
Anne realised with a shock that her daughter was serious. She reached out and hugged Kathy, their breasts pressing together. “Kathy, sweetheart, you’re mad! But I love you all the same. Now come on, let’s get dressed. What would you like for dinner? There are pork chops in the freezer.”
“Pork chop, onion gravy and a baked potato!”
“You’re on! With a side salad.” Talk about food, Anne, she told herself. Think about food. Don’t think about sex. Don’t!
After dinner, Anne asked Kathy about Matt. “Did you ask him if he’d give us a hand with the garage loft?”
“Sure did. Matt’s willing. He said would ten be too early?”
“Ten would be fine. I’ll ring Father Murphy after dinner and tell him the furniture can be collected next week. Thank goodness it’s a two car garage and we only have one car!”
Saturday dawned fine and warm. Anne debated with herself what to wear and finally decided on shorts and a t-shirt. Kathy came down to breakfast in a similar outfit, although her shorts were shorter, her t-shirt tighter and unlike her mother, she wasn’t wearing a bra. The two women breakfasted in quiet company and shortly before ten were contemplating the garage loft. The room was almost the full size of the double garage beneath it, with a tiny bathroom at one corner. A north light in the roof gave good light to add to the windows at each end and was what had finally decided Anne on turning the loft into a studio. She enjoyed the photography which paid her bills and wanted to do some studio work over which she had more control than when renting a studio.
“Where do we start, Mom?” asked Kathy cheerfully.
“Start by taking the small things, the chairs and the like, down and stash them along the left wall of the garage. I usually put the car on the right, so there’s plenty of room.”
“Sure thing, Mom.”
The two women soon had most of the light things moved and were contemplating the larger items when a hail from downstairs alerted them to Matt’s arrival.
“Up here, Matt,” Kathy called down the stairs and Matt came bounding up the stairs, a light sports bag in his hand. He brandished it.
“Clean things for afterwards.” Like the women, he had adopted a shorts and t-shirt outfit. “What do you want me to do?” he asked cheerfully, discarding his bag in a corner.
“Can you and Kathy manage that table?” Anne asked.
“No problem. Come on, Kathy.”
The two teenagers soon disappeared down the stairs with the table, juggling it around the corner and into the garage. Anne contemplated what was left. An old but serviceable couch, two armchairs and a dresser. Ken and I used to fuck on that couch, she mused. It has good memories. Now where have those two disappeared to, she wondered.
Anne went over to the stairs and was just about to call down when she thought, Oops! They’re probably having a quick kiss. She laughed to herself. And possibly a grope too! She cautiously peeped down the staircase, then quickly drew back. She was right, the two teenagers were engaged in a passionate embrace, Matt’s right hand firmly cupping Kathy’s left breast. Anne chuckled to herself. Just as well I didn’t just breeze down there. She started making furniture-moving noises and the two youngsters soon appeared, acting as if nothing had happened. Well, thought Anne, it hasn’t really, but Kathy, love, your nipples give you away!
“What next, Mrs. Evans?” Matt asked.
“I thought perhaps the dresser, but it will take all three of us. If Kathy and I go first, can you handle the top end, Matt?”
“Yeah, I think so. Let’s give it a whirl.”
It was awkward, particularly the turn into the garage at the foot of the stairs and at one point Anne had Matt pressed against her as they stood the dresser on end to get it through the doorway. There are worse fates, she thought to herself, smiling at Matt as he apologised.
“I am sorry, Mrs. Evans, I couldn’t help squashing you against the frame.”
“It’s all right Matt. It was only my squashy bits.” She smiled at the startled look on his face and the knowing grin on Kathy’s.
“Umm, yes, OK,” he muttered, flushing slightly.
“Come on, there’s only the couch and the armchairs, then we’ll have a lemonade before we start the painting.”
They were sipping their lemonades when the ‘phone rang. Anne went to answer it, to find Lisa on the line.
“Hi, Mrs Evans. I was wondering whether Kathy would like to come over for a swim.”
“I’ll ask her, Lisa. Just a moment.” She covered the mouthpiece. “Kathy, Lisa wants to know whether you’d like to go over for a swim.” Has Kathy arranged this? she wondered, her pussy suddenly tingling.
“Mom, I promised to help you with this. With three of us, it shouldn’t take more than an hour or so. If you could drive Matt and me to Lisa’s when we’re finished?”
“Yes, OK, can do. Lisa?” If Matt’s going, too, then it was probably an innocent call, she thought.
“Yes?”
“Kathy and Matt are helping me paint the garage loft. Could they come over in an hour or so, when we’ve finished?”
“That’d be great, Mrs Evans. Tell Kathy I’ll see her later, then. Bye.”
“Bye, Lisa. Kathy, Lisa says great, see you in an hour or so. We’d better get started. Can you two do the latex paint while I start on the woodwork?”
It was actually seventy-five minutes, but the latex paint was on the walls and all of the woodwork was done except the door itself. Anne contemplated the work done with a sense of satisfaction. “OK, you two, scram,” she said to the teenagers. “I’ll finish off here. Matt, how did you come over this morning? Was that your bike outside the garage?”
“Yeah.”
“You have a driver’s licence don’t you?”
“Yep. I would have used my pickup, but my Uncle Ben borrowed it.”
“Would you drive Kathy over to Lisa’s, and bring her back later? I don’t need to go out, you can collect your bike later, or we can put it in the back of the car and I’ll drive you home.”
“I’ll drive Kathy to Lisa’s, sure, but I have some work to do at home, so I’ll bring the car straight back. You don’t mind, Kathy, do you? I’ll get the pickup or borrow Uncle Ben’s car and take you and Lisa to the mall later,” said Matt. “We can take Hopalong as well. That’s assuming they both don’t already have dates with Jeff and Cindy.”
“Hopalong being Todd, I suppose?” asked Anne.
“Yeah, but he’s getting really nimble on his crutches.”
Anne laughed. “Go on, the two of you. I can have this finished in half an hour.”
“OK, Mom,” said Kathy. “If I’m going for a swim I won’t shower here, I’ll take clean clothes to Lisa’s.”
“Fine, sweetheart.”
The two youngsters were soon away in Anne’s car and she carried on to try and finish painting the woodwork. It seemed like no time at all before Matt was back and he helped Anne tidy up the few things left to do and helped her clean the brushes.
Anne stood back and looked around, brushing a stray wisp of hair from her forehead. “I guess that’s it, Matt. All done.” She smiled at him, then went on. “I think we deserve refreshment. I’ve got some white wine cooling. Like some?”
“Please, Mrs Evans, that’d be nice.” Matt grinned cheerfully at her.
They left the garage and went back into the house. Anne got the bottle of wine from the refrigerator and poured two glasses, then took them through to where Matt was sprawled on the couch.”Here, Matt. I’m going to have a shower. How about you?”
“I could use one.”
“OK, you go first. You’ll have to use the shower in my bathroom until I can get the plumber to see to the other one.” Anne smiled. “Finish your wine first.” She paused, thinking, how do I say this? She took a deep breath. “Matt? There’s something I have to say.”
“Yes?”
“Kathy told me you’d fucked her.”
Matt opened his mouth, then closed it again, not knowing what to say, but Anne put her finger on his lips, shaking her head gently.
“It’s all right, Matt,” she said. “It happens to every girl sooner or later. Kathy was lucky, she said you were gentle and made her feel great.” Anne smiled at him. “She made me feel damned horny, I’ll tell you! She’s going on the pill next week. Mind, you’ll have to give her some time for them to take effect, but this time next month, Matt, you can fuck my daughter without needing a condom.” And I wish it was me!
Matt flushed, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to say,” he said ruefully.
“Don’t say anything, Matt, but I want a promise from you.”
“What?”
“Don’t fuck her where there’s any danger of being caught and found out. The two of you can use Kathy’s bed, whether I’m here or not. All right?”
He nodded mutely.
“OK, enough of that.” She reached out and took his empty wine glass, a shock going through her as their fingers touched. “Shower now, I think.” Maybe a cold one for me!
“Yes, please,” said Matt.
She stood. “This way.” She led him upstairs, taking a bath towel from the linen cupboard as they passed, and led him into her bedroom, through to the bathroom. “There’s everything you need, I think. Use the shower gel in the green tube, Matt, the other will make you smell a little too feminine.”
Matt grinned, then stopped. “Oops, I left my clean things in the garage.”
“I’ll get them,” said Anne. “You start your shower. I’ll slip your bag just inside the door.”
Matt smiled again. “Thanks.”
Anne nodded at him and left the bathroom, making her way to the garage and retrieving Matt’s sports bag. She took it back into the house and up to her bedroom. The shower was running and she opened the bathroom door to slip the bag inside. She paused. I’m gonna peek, she thought, I just have to see!
Cautiously she peered round the door. She could see Matt clearly in the shower cubicle, for when it had been installed, Anne and her late husband had fitted clear, not frosted, glass. ‘I might want to watch you shower’, Ken had said, ‘and I can’t through frosted glass.’ Anne had laughingly agreed, and now she was reaping a further benefit, for she could see Matt clearly. As she watched, he turned slightly and she gasped, for he was grasping a formidable erection and his hand began to move on it.
He’s masturbating, she thought. No! He mustn’t waste it!
She stepped back quickly into her bedroom and ripped off her clothes. Kathy love, forgive me, she thought, but if I can I’m going to fuck Matt! She took a deep breath and went into the bathroom. Matt’s back was towards her and she opened the shower cubicle door and stepped quickly in, closing it behind her. A draught or something must have warned him, for Matt spun around, a startled look on his face, his hand still grasping his erection.
“Don’t waste it on your hand, Matt,” she said, gently grasping the end of his prick, caressing it. She looked up at him. “I’d much rather you fucked me with it instead.”
Matt gaped at her, his eyes flickering over her. Good sign, she thought, I can’t see any signs of rejection. “Mrs Evans,” he stammered, “what are you doing?”
Anne laughed. “Well, at the moment I’m taking a shower, but in the very near future I would like that very pretty prick pushed into my pussy.” She loosened his prick and rested her hands on his shoulders, gazing into his eyes. “Will you, Matt? Will you fuck me?”
“I can’t,” said Matt in a half groan, “what about Kathy?”
“Kathy said she wouldn’t mind, as long as she got you back,” said Anne, thinking, well, that’s almost what she said! “She said you’d told her if the chance ever came you would like to fuck me.”
Matt flushed, but nodded. “I guess I did say that.”
“Now is that chance, Matt, if you want to,” said Anne quietly. “I want to, Matt, honestly.” And I think your prick wants to do it, too, it hasn’t softened at all while I’ve been here.
“If you’re sure, Mrs Evans, and if Kathy said it was OK, then yes, I would really love to fuck you,” Matt said quietly.
“I did so hope you would,” Anne said.
“Has it been long, Mrs Evans?” he asked.
“Too long,” she replied. “Matt?” she said suddenly.
“Yes?”
“I think you’d better call me Anne.” There was a note of amusement in her voice. She paused. “Matt?” she said.
“Yes?”
“Can we do this my way?”
“What is your way?”
“I want to suck you off, make you come in my mouth and on my breasts.” She stared at him, heat in her eyes. “You and I both know that you will be too quick that first time.” She smiled at him, licking her lips. “Then I want you to eat my pussy until I come. Then I want you to fuck me from behind, so that I can feel you as deep inside me as possible. It’s been four years, Matt. I want it all.” And I want it now!
He was silent for a moment, then groaned and smiled at her. “You shall have it all, Anne. I think we’d better get dried.”
Hurriedly they dried themselves, then Anne took Matt’s hand and led him back into her bedroom. He sat down, so that his ass was on the edge of her bed, presenting his prick to her. “Your move,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she said, “and we have plenty of time.” She went gracefully to her knees beside the bed and took gentle hold of his prick. She smiled up at him.
“Now, that’s all I’m going to say on the matter for the moment,” she said, smiling at him, then went on, “I need my mouth for other things!” And she gently enveloped his prick in her mouth. Ohmigod, he tastes great! she thought. She pursed her lips into an ‘o’, sliding them down and over the glans, down until the gag reflex stopped her and she came back up, her lips tight on him as she came back up over the glans, down again, then up. She let her tongue play over the mushroom head, her right hand gripping the shaft lightly. She cupped his balls with her left hand, squeezing gently, careful not to hurt him.
She moved her hand lightly on his shaft, licking his swollen head like a Popsicle, her tongue all around the rim, keeping it wet. He twitched then shuddered as she let him feel her teeth, then kissed the head to let him know that he was safe. He was breathing hoarsely now, his fingers in her hair.
“I’m close, Anne,” he whispered.
She smiled to herself. I knew he’d be quick! She moved faster now, more fucking him with her mouth than sucking, bringing him closer and closer. He whimpered and his fingers tightened in her hair as she brought him closer, closer, then took him to a shattering climax, taking the first spurts of his seed in her mouth, smiling brilliantly at him as she swallowed, then milking his cock onto her breasts and rubbing his glans with her nipples.
She had started slowly, easing when he got close, then speeding him up when he eased, until she finally took him over the edge, panting as his seed filled her mouth and soaked her breasts. Slowly his prick shrank in her hand, until she sighed, then licked carefully around the head to clean him, his prick twitching in post-ejaculation sensitivity.
Matt was breathing heavily as he came down from his sexual high and Anne stroked him lightly, his arm, his thigh, leaning forward to kiss gently at his nipple, revelling in the feel of him, the smell of him, the downy hairs on his legs, bleached by the sun. Then she sat beside him, kissed his cheek and, putting her hand behind his head, turned his head towards herself and brought her lips to his in their first kiss. He stiffened for a moment as he tasted himself, then his lips parted and his tongue twined with hers, duelling, caressing. One hand was behind his head, the other on his hip and she could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. Eventually, she gently broke the kiss and leaned back, twisting to get her back comfortable against the bed headboard, spreading her legs.
“Have you ever eaten a woman before, Matt?” she asked him, her finger lightly trailing over her mound, smiling to herself as his eyes followed her movements.
He shook his head. “Not often, Anne, I’m looking forward to it,” he said as he moved to kneel between her spread legs, stroking them, teasing the white flesh of her thigh.
Anne Evans shuddered. “Oh, Matt, so am I!”
He smiled at her, then leaned forward, gently kissing her pussy, then stabbing at her with pointed tongue, making her jump. He licked gently around her labia, letting his tongue trail along the inside of her thigh, flicking over her clitoris, licking the length of her cleft from the pucker of her anus, to the clitoris peeping from its sheath.
He leaned back for a moment, her juices bright upon his face. “You taste good, Anne,” he said, then leaned forward to renew his assault on her tenderness. His tongue was everywhere and she could feel his hot breath adding to her own heat. He licked her labia, then let his tongue trail down the crease between thigh and groin, down one side, up the other, flicking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue as he moved from one side to the other, the sensations building in her as he worked his loving attack on her core, his tongue moving everywhere. She could feel the tensions building in her, moving her onward, inexorably towards her peak, until suddenly she was clenching his head between her thighs as she came, pressing his face into her cunt as she shuddered in climax, so that he could hardly breathe.
“Oh my God, Matt,” she breathed, “that was incredible!” She took a deep, ragged breath and smiled shakily at him.
He shrugged. “I only did it a couple of times before, and I didn’t really know what I was doing. It’s much nicer on a shaved pussy!”
“You’re a fast learner, then, Matt.” Anne grinned at him. He’s going to fuck me now, she thought, trembling in her own eagerness for the remembered assault on her core. She reached out gently for his prick.
“Now Matt, let’s get you hard again,” she murmured, smiling at him. “Oh! You are!” she said in delight. She turned away from him, presenting her ass for his gaze, spreading her legs as she knelt on the bed, her arms braced, the lips of her pussy swollen with her need. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled, well aware of the lewdness of her pose and the effect she would have upon him.
“Fuck me, Matt,” she whispered, “fuck your girlfriend’s Mom!”
He bent briefly and kissed her ass cheeks in turn, surprising her, then took gentle hold of her hips, lining up his prick with her pussy. He pushed gently forward and she gasped as the thick, blunt head slid between the wet lips of her cunt. He kept pushing and his cock sank to the root in her soaking canal. He paused for a moment, deep inside her, before reaching around her and cupping her tits. Anne moaned.
“Oh, Matt! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!” Very hard, Matt, very, very hard.
He did what she asked, burying his cock to its hilt in her juicy – oh, so very juicy – cunt. Long before he came, she was panting from the pounding his cock was giving her, slurping its way through her juices from head to balls. She felt herself getting closer, that old familiar remembered tingle building up in her pussy, when Matt reached around her thigh and ran his finger gently over her clitoris.
That was all it took. She had been so close for so long that his touch pushed her over the edge. She gasped, a noise somewhere between a scream and a moan escaping from her, her belly in spasm as her orgasm rippled through her like a shockwave. Matt could no longer hold back himself and he rammed his cock deep into her cunt as his semen jetted deeply within her, his cock twitching as it slowed, his heart pounding.
Anne shuddered gently to a standstill as Matt’s cock slowly softened. There was sweat on both of them in the warm summer air, running down his face, dripping onto Anne’s back. She breathed deeply as his cock slithered gently from her and turned to face him. Her face was wet with her own sweat and she smiled gently and leaned forward to kiss him.
“Thank you, Matt,” she whispered. “That was wonderful.” She smiled broadly, suddenly. “In fact, I would go so far as to say it was fucking marvellous!”