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“What are you staring at?” said Julie as she came up silent on slippered feet beside her friend Elaine, who was gazing out of the picture window.

Elaine turned with a smile. “Nothing much. My future, I suppose.”

“Future, huh? And what do you see?”


“Why? You’re still young.”

“Forty next birthday, divorced for the second time, and haven’t been laid in almost three years.”


“Ouch is right. Sheesh, Jules, I get so horny sometimes, I could, well, I don’t know what. You’re all right. You have Bob, and I just need to see the two of you together to know that the last time you got laid was probably last night.”

Julie flushed. “This morning, actually.” She reached out and squeezed her friend’s hand. “I know, sweetie, I’m lucky.”

“Yes, you are, and if I didn’t like you and Bob so much I could be jealous. As it is, I’m just happy for you.”

“Thank you.” There was a long pause, a comfortable one, as the two had been friends since high school. “So, what do you want, Elaine? Husband? Lover? Friend?”

“Friends? I have friends, Jules, good ones, like you and Bob, so one of the first two, and in the short term, probably the second, a lover.” She looked across. “Jules, you’ve got your scheming look on again. What are you planning?”

Julie grimaced. “Not sure, to be honest. Just a wild thought that crossed my mind.”


“This lover of yours, is there an age limit?”

“Old enough to maintain an erection long enough to make me climax,” said Elaine, laughing. “Legally old enough, too, eighteen or older, and preferably not too much older than me. Maybe fifty, tops. Why do you ask?”

“Remember, last year, the beach? You, Bob and me, Jamie, and Helen?”


“Jamie had his new digital camera with him, remember, and he took loads of photos, including one or two of you, in that blue-and-white bikini.”

“The one I wore once, two sizes too small? That one?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” said Julie, laughing. “You know Jamie’s very good with computers?”

“Yes, because that’s why he’s studying computer science at college.”

“True, but I was thinking more of what he learned before he went.”

“Such as? Tell, Julie, because you have me intrigued.”

“You know he came back from college last week?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Yesterday, while he and Helen were out with their dad, I was tidying some stuff away in his room, and dislodged some of his college papers he had on his bedside table. When I picked them up, there were two photographs, both of you.”

“Of me? Whatever would Jamie want photos of me for?”

“You like Jamie, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, he’s a sweetie. Always polite, good looking, intelligent, and he always pretends he’s pleased to see me.”

“Because he is, silly. Anyway, back to the photographs. I want your promise, on oath, that you will never reveal this conversation to anyone, without my express permission. Especially not to Jamie.”

“You’re serious aren’t you?” said Elaine, gazing at her friend, feeling confused as to why the sudden secrecy.

“Absolutely, Elaine, dead serious.”

There was a long pause, until Elaine nodded. “All right, Julie, you have my promise.”

Julie nodded. “The photographs? One was of you in the bikini. Three-quarter front shot, full length, smiling at the camera. I’ll tell you, Elaine, you looked hot!”

“I was! With embarrassment, most likely.”

“Didn’t show. Anyway, that was one of the shots. The other was a little – different.”

“Different? How?”

“You’ve never posed nude for Jamie?”

Elaine stared at her friend for a long moment, then burst out laughing. “No, I never have! Why do you ask? Oh! The other photograph!”

“Yes, the other photograph. Digital manipulation, I think, but it was the same shot, except that you were totally nude.

Elaine stood open-mouthed for a long, long, moment while Julie held her breath, but then Elaine burst out laughing. “God, I think I’m flattered!”

Julie grinned. “You looked good.”

“What did you do with the photographs?”

“Put them back where I found them, and said nothing to Jamie.”

“Good. Um, where did you say they were?”

“Jamie’s bedside table.” Julie avoided her friend’s eye for a moment, then looked up. “I think he keeps them there as stimulus, when he jacks off. I know he does jack off, because there are some things you can’t hide from a woman who does your laundry.”

“You’re telling me your son keeps a nude picture of me beside his bed as masturbatory stimulus?”

With a wry look on her face, Julie nodded.

Elaine laughed, bright, merry. “I’m definitely flattered. God, that thought makes me feel good!”

Julie smiled. “I’m pleased you’ve taken it so well.”

“I like Jamie, as you well know, and yes, I’m truly flattered. Of course, I don’t know if it’s me he sees in his mind’s eye when he comes.” Elaine frowned. “Why are you telling me this, Jules? If you’d said nothing I wouldn’t have had to swear secrecy.”

Julie flushed, and looked away from her friend for a moment, then turned back, holding her eyes. “Ever thought of Jamie as a possible lover?”

The sudden heat in her loins took Elaine by surprise. She stared at Julie, her mind reeling. “You’re serious, aren’t you? Your son, my lover?”

Julie nodded. “Yes, I am. Of course, it’s up to you how you manage it, but I wanted you to know that – if you do – I’m okay with it. I won’t freak out because my best friend has seduced my son.” She smiled, and touched Elaine’s arm. “Elaine, honey, Jamie is the only male I know that I would trust not to hurt you. Except Bob, and – sorry, hon – you’re not getting him!”

Elaine’s mind was whirling, but she admitted to herself that Julie’s idea had touched a chord. How long was Jamie home? Another five weeks? A possibility of five weeks of sex? After almost three years without? She took a deep breath. “Julie?”


“Will you release me from that promise? Will you tell Jamie that you found the photographs, and that you told me? And will you ask him to come to my place at ten tomorrow morning, with his camera? And ask him to bring the photo, the nude photo, too, will you?”

Julie was startled. “Why, for goodness’ sake?”

“If he wants a nude picture of me, I think he should have to take it, not fake it.”

Julie stared at her for a long, long, moment, then started to laugh. “He doesn’t stand a chance, does he, poor lamb?” She nodded. “You’re released from that promise, and, yes, I’ll tell him. Promise me you won’t hurt him?”

“Julie love, I swear. I may exhaust him, but I won’t hurt him!”

* * * * *

The knock on the door next morning was almost timid, but she’d seen him coming along the driveway and opened the door immediately.

“Jamie! Good of you to come.” She ushered him in. “Come on through to the sitting room.”

He perched on the edge of the couch, obviously nervous. Elaine smiled. “Relax, Jamie, I’m not going to eat you.” Well, not yet. “Did you bring the photograph?”

He flushed scarlet and reached into his shirt pocket. “I’m sorry, Aunt Elaine. I shouldn’t have done it.” He passed the photo across to her, his hand visibly shaking. She took it, and sat back, studying it. Jamie was staring at her, obviously nervous.

She looked across at him and smiled. “You’ve made my tits too big, you know? And my areolae are different, too. What did you do? Look for a nude image in the same approximate pose, and morph the two together?”

Surprised, he nodded. “Yes, I did. I had to do a lot of work on skin tones, too.”

She handed the picture back to him. He took it, surprised, and slipped it back into his shirt pocket, staring at her. She grinned. “Nice work, Jamie.” She paused for a moment. “Jamie! Relax, hon. Um, may I be blunt? Ask a couple of very personal questions?”

Obviously nervous, he nodded. “Okay.”

“You use the picture as stimulus when you jack off, right?” He nodded, mute. “Who do you see in your imagination? Who is the woman you’re fucking?”

He was surprised by the question, she could tell, but answered immediately. “You, of course!”


“Yes, you! If I’d wanted an actress, or a model, or a porn star, someone like that, there are millions of pictures on the ‘net I could use.” He flushed. “I wanted to imagine someone real, someone I knew, and you’re the most beautiful woman I know, and I had the photo of you in the bikini to work from.” His flush deepened, and when he spoke again she could barely hear him. “And you turn me on.”

She smiled. “Jamie, I’m flattered. Truly. Are you virgin?”

He blinked. “Um, no. There’s a girl in college, we get together. Neither of us is looking for anything permanent, and we’re good together. It’s fun.”

“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” And I want some! “Jamie?”


“You’ve imagined making love to me, right?”

He flushed. “I told you.”

“Yes, you did. Jamie, I think that if you’re going to use a picture of me to jack off, then you should have the real thing to work with, don’t you?”

He stared at her. “I’m sorry?”

“I suspect you’ve wondered why I asked you to bring the camera. Right? Well, I’m not usually wearing a robe at ten in the morning, Jamie. Under this robe, I’m naked, naked so that you can take a photograph of the real me, not the imagined me.” She smiled. Poor lamb was in shock. “My ex was a keen photographer, and he built a studio up in the roof space. Of course, what I didn’t know then was that he was photographing his bimbos up there. So why don’t you and me take us a walk upstairs, and you can see the real me. Okay?”

He looked stunned, but rallied. “You’re not joshing me?”

She laughed. “No, Jamie, I’m not joshing you. In the studio I will take off this robe and I’ll be naked, so that you can take some photos. Would you like that?”

He smiled. “Can’t you guess?”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, before I lose my nerve.” She led him up the stairs and into the studio, turning to him as she switched on the modeling lights. “You might need to experiment with the lighting. Ever used a studio before?”

“Yes, but never for a nude shoot.”

“First time for everything. Talking of firsts, there’s something I’d like you to do for me, after we finish here.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Without knowing what it is?”

“I don’t think you’d ask anything you thought I couldn’t do. So what is it?”

“It’s easy, and could be very pleasant.” She smiled. “Take me to bed and make love to me?”

She thought for a moment he was going to pass out, or drop the camera – or both – but he rallied, staring at her, while a slow smile formed on his face, along with a deep flush. “Seriously?” he said, hesitant.

“Jamie, honey, I never joke about something as important as sex.”

The smile broadened. “My fantasy come true? Yes!”

“Good. Now, let’s take some photos!” And she loosened the robe and shrugged it off, letting it fall behind her, holding his eyes with hers, relaxing, but trying not to show her relief, as she saw nothing but approval and desire in his eyes. He shifted, uncomfortable, and she giggled. “Jamie, you might be more comfortable naked, too. Let me see what I’m getting for my reward. Don’t worry, I locked the door and switched on the answering machine.”

“If you’re sure?” he said, hesitant.

“Go on, be a devil. Give a new meaning to nude photography.”

He grinned, and laid the camera down, pulling his t-shirt over his head and dropping it beside her robe, kicking off his sneakers, unbuttoning his shorts, kicking them off, dropping his boxers with a sigh of relief. He was half-hard, anticipating, and she swallowed the remark she’d been going to make. Half-hard, he was bigger than she’d expected. Her pussy tingled. Oh my god, I’m going to enjoy that monster! Her eyes lifted to his, and he grinned, arching his brows.

“Cocky!” She said, and the double-meaning hit them both and they laughed, almost uncontrollably for a moment, before recovering.

“Elaine? Is it okay if I call you Elaine?”

“It’s my name, honey, and I’m no blood relation. In fact, if you’re going to be my lover, I insist.”

He nodded. “Elaine. Can you show me some of these lighting controls? These mothers are more involved than anything I’ve used before.”

“Sure. I don’t think you’ll need more than a couple, plus reflector, maybe. Hair light? Maybe. Your camera’s digital, isn’t it?”


“USB connection?”

“Yes, and I brought the cable.”

“Take half a dozen test shots. We’ll copy them to the PC, work out what works, what doesn’t. Okay?”

“Sounds like a plan. Can we start with some standing shots, dark background, low key? Then maybe some sitting, maybe kneeling? Then I’d like to bring the couch into shot, take some reclining?”

“You’re the photographer, hon.”

“Okay, Elaine, would you care to stand over there, and let’s see what we can come up with.”

It was a fun session. Jamie was good with the camera, had a good eye for a picture, an easy way of directing her into poses, and never asked more of her than she was prepared to give, and the time passed quickly. Eventually, he straightened, putting aside the camera while they studied the images on the PC.

“I think it’s a good set, Jamie. You?”

“Better than my manipulated picture, that’s for sure. Um, how many can I print?”

“Pick your six favorites. I’ll burn them all to a CD for you, anyway, but your eyes only, okay? Although your mom might like to see them.”

“My mom?”

“She found the first one. Remember? And didn’t go screaming to rip you a new one. Instead, she put them back and told me in confidence. It was me asked her to tell you, ask you to come over here.” She smiled at him. “Enough about photography for the moment. We can always come back up here, but for the moment, don’t we have something else to do?”

“Um, like fuck, maybe?”

“Um, like fuck, definitely! Did you doubt me?”

“Elaine, I’ve known you all of my life, with you being my mom’s best friend and all, and I don’t think you ever lied to me.”

She led him down the stairs, and into her bedroom. She turned, and kissed him lightly on the nose. “How excited are you?”

Jamie flushed, and indicated his almost complete erection. “Very.”

“And if I let you put that monster into my pussy, how long do you think you’ll manage to last?”

He closed his eyes and shuddered, then made a face. “Not nearly long enough to make you feel good.”

“Hey! Good answer. You said you’ve fucked before, Jamie? The girl in college?”

“Yeah, we’ve done the dirty together a few times.”


He grinned. “I have to answer yes to that one.”

“Ever been eaten?”

He blinked, startled, she thought. Oh, good! “Um, yeah, not often, only a couple or three times.”

“Ever eaten pussy?”

A smile was starting in his eyes, but he shook his head. “No, never.”

“Okay, how about this for an agenda? Item one, I blow you. Okay?” He nodded, mute, but his eyes were excited. “Item two. You eat me. Okay?”

“Well, yeah, but I’ve never done it before, so you’ll have to show me what to do.”

“Not a problem. Item three, I reckon that by the time you’ve finished eating me, you’ll be hard again?”

He laughed. “Definitely!”

“Okay. Item three, we fuck. After that, well, we play, maybe we take some more photos, maybe we fuck again.”

“Elaine! Change that last maybe to a definite!”

She grinned. “Consider it done.” Her smile faded. “Here, now, it begins,” she said, her gaze on his erection, standing proud from his belly. Fuck, I want it! She smiled at him. “Okay, then, Jamie. On the bed, on your back, and let me at him!”

In moments, Jamie was on the bed, his head propped up with pillows, with Elaine kneeling between his spread legs. She took a gentle grasp of his hardness, and Jamie’s breath hissed in as he felt her fingers on him. She looked up and blew him a kiss, then bent, letting his hardness slip between her lips, knowing that soon, probably very soon, she was going to have a spitting monster in her mouth.

He was hot, hard, his skin smooth over his resilience, velvet over rubber over steel, and he was big, big enough to fill her mouth, too big for her to deep-throat him, even if she could. She contented herself with taking him as deep as she could, then lifted her head, lips pursed in an ‘O’ around him, letting him almost slip from her mouth, then down again, not so far this time, concentrating on the sensitive area around the swollen mushroom head of his cock, hearing him gasp as she moved over the sensitive area. She lifted her head for a moment.

“Okay, hon?”

“Fuck, yes!” he moaned, and she grinned, her head going down again, moving, sucking, nipping, careful to keep her teeth well away from his glans, letting her lips and tongue do the work, hearing his breathing quicken, coarsen, until he was almost panting, and she knew he was close, feeling him tense, then cry out as his climax hit him, but she knew by then, as she was swallowing frantically, his semen filling her mouth, swallowing, licking, feeling the pulses ease away to almost nothing, only the occasional reflex twitch as her tongue moved over his sensitivity. With a last lick around the head, she let him slip from her mouth and sat back.

She smiled, fighting a laugh. Jamie’s breathing was still heavy, but easing. His head was back, his eyes closed, and an expression of bliss was on his face. As she moved, his eyes flickered open, and she blew him a kiss.

“Was that good, honey?”

He took a deep breath. “You have no idea.”

“Those times before not the same, huh?”

“That’s it, yeah. Okay, they were good. Very good. I mean when a girl gets a guy off using her mouth, it has to be good, yes? Well, it was, but not like that! You are sensational, Elaine, utterly sensational. And sometime, maybe in a year or so, when I’ve recovered, I’d like, really, really like, to have you do it again.”

“It’s a promise, honey, because I enjoyed it, too. You taste good.”

“Can we sort of rest a while, a hug, maybe, until I get my breath back, before I eat you?”

“Of course we can, sweetheart.” She moved forward, laying herself half on him, stretching herself the full length of him, her head on his chest, hearing, feeling, the solid thump of his heartbeat. She sighed, content, feeling his arm come around her, just holding her. It had been way too long since she’d had any good sex.



“I think I love you.”

She raised her head, gazing at him. There was a smile in his eyes. “I hope you mean in the ‘sexy neighbor who is planning on having mind-blowing sex with you soon’ way, when you say that.”

“Yes, of course, and also in the ‘wonderful woman who is my semi-secret lover’ way.”

Elaine chuckled, laying her head on his chest again.


“Yes, hon.”

“Thank you.”

She raised her head again, smiling at him. “Honey, it was for purely selfish motives, believe me. The word is that young men should have older lovers in their early days, as a man peaks at eighteen or nineteen, and a woman in her thirties. Okay, I’m stretching a point for me, but you’re right there on the button.”

Jamie laughed, his chest shaking beneath her, making her smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“You know this can’t last, don’t you?”

“Rationally, yes, but I’m in no hurry.”

“Me either, hon, me either.”

He stroked her back for a moment. “Hey, lover, wanna be eaten?”

She raised her head. He was smiling at her. “You ready?”

“Yep. Are you?”

“Fuck, yes!”

“Assume the position, ma’am.”

She laughed. “I think flat on my back with my legs apart, so you can kneel between them, is probably best.”

“Sounds like a plan. Let’s do it!”

Elaine lay back comfortably, her head propped up by pillows, her legs spread, thinking that shaving herself clean had come into the category of Good Idea. Jamie lay on his belly between her legs. He looked up and caught her eye and she flushed, despite wanting this. She was a little embarrassed by the way Jamie was studying her pussy, but relaxed when he looked up at her and smiled, saying simply, “beautiful!”

Elaine laughed. “You’ve never done this before, you said? Eating pussy, I mean.”

Jamie shook his head. “No, although I came close in high school. A girl there, she wouldn’t fuck, saving herself, she said, but we did pretty well everything else we could think of short of actual penetration.” He grinned. “She was good at blowing me, too, but not in your class!” He gave a wry grin. “I guess we just never got around to me eating her.” He looked up at her. “Ready?”

“Fuck, yes!” She laughed. “I do seem to be saying ‘fuck’ rather a lot, don’t I?”

“Fuck, yes!” he mimicked, and they both laughed. He bent, breathing deep, and his head came up. “You smell great.”

“Thanks, hon. You said you’d never done this before, but do you know what to do? I mean, in general terms.” She chuckled. “I’m more than ready to make appreciative noises at relevant moments, and to whisper some guidance if I think you’re off course. Okay with that?”

“Elaine, of course! Yeah, I think I know what to do, but if you reckon I need a hint, sing out.”

“I will, honey, I will. One thing, my clit gets super-sensitive when I’m close to coming, so be gentle with it. Okay?” He nodded, grinning up at her, and she blew him a kiss. “Now, go!”

“Yes, ma’am.” His head went down and she shivered expectantly, then shuddered as she felt his tongue swipe the length of her cleft, anus to clitoris. She closed her eyes, concentrating on what she was feeling, the heat rising in her, enjoying the sensations he was bringing to her. He was good, a quiet corner of her mind told her, very good, for someone with no admitted experience. She’d known better, but from before her first marriage, and that had been almost twenty years ago, and she wasn’t sure she could trust the memory now.

He wasn’t just concentrating on her clit, his tongue was everywhere, along her labia, into her, along the crease between thigh and pussy, across her mons. And not just his tongue, his lips, too, nibbling at her. She could feel her breathing quickening as the sensations rose in her, and she almost screamed when he changed direction, but he was bringing her closer, ever closer, to climax, and she was reveling in it, her first climax induced by the touch of another in almost three years, and she was close, oh, so very, very close.

On the brink now, her fingers tight on Jamie’s shoulders, and she knew she was going to come, come hard. “Jamie,” she whispered, “I’m close, baby, so very close. You’re going to make me come.”

And he took her by surprise, for she felt his lips licking, kissing at her clit, and then, startling her, shocking her, she felt his teeth and her inexorable rise peaked in a burst of sensation, her stomach rippling, her pussy clamping down on the non-existent phallus, and she came, she came hard, a tight scream coming from between clenched teeth as her knees clamped on his head for a moment, her thighs falling apart as her agony-as-ecstasy eased. Jamie sat back, his mouth bright with her juices, and she saw his erection, hard again, standing proud, and she wanted him, wanted him with an overwhelming passion.

“Fuck me, Jamie,” she moaned, “fuck me now!”

He moved over her and she reached down, guiding him into her. She was soaking and he moved easily into her, a gasp coming from both of them as her pussy spasmed in reflex grip on the hardness and heat of him.

He paused a moment as he bottomed, and she moaned again. “Jamie,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard.” And he began to move, pulling back from her, leaving her empty, wanting, only for him to drive into her again, hard, filling her, his movements urgent, her body pushing back at him.

She could feel herself responding, the heat rising in her again, quicker this time, enjoying the raw feeling of a hard cock in her streaming pussy, Jamie moving easily, audibly, in her wetness, his breathing quickening, deepening, as he thrust into her, his hips moving strongly against her, her own pushing back at him, trying to take him deeper, deeper into her.

It couldn’t last, the intensity was too much, and Jamie came first, his cry triumphant, primeval, driving into her, and her body responded, lifting her over the precipice of her own climax, throwing her down the other side, so that she shook in primitive triumph, her pussy clutching at Jamie’s driving cock, milking it, his seed filling her, emptying him into her, her body draining him.

Slowly, they calmed, the torment easing, slowly the equilibrium returned, slowly they cooled, their sweat pooling between them, until he eased himself from her, sitting back on his heels, his slowly-shrinking cock glistening with their combined juices.

She looked up at him, and smiled. A warm smile, a loving smile, and his face brightened in answer.

“Wow,” she said, and he laughed.

“Wow is good, but wow comes nowhere near it, Elaine. That was the most incredible experience I have ever had in my life.”

She gave a mock scowl. “That bad, huh?”

Jamie snorted a laugh. “Yeah, terrible.” He grinned at her.”Elaine Ellis, you are the most – heck! I don’t know what? Fantastic? Yeah, that’ll do. Fantastic. The most fantastic woman I have ever met, never mind touched.”

“Touched many, Jamie?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “If you mean intimately, then no, not a lot. Including you, four, I think. Fucking? Just two, and you the second. But that wasn’t just fucking, Elaine. That was a lot more than just simple fucking. Simple fucking, that I’ve had before. This was making love, making love to a beautiful, passionate, exciting woman, a woman I’ve known ‘most all of my life, a woman twice my age, and a woman I badly, desperately, want to make love to again. When – if – I recover, that is, which might take several lifetimes.”

Elaine laughed. “Do you write poetry, Jamie?”

He put his finger to his lips. “Ssh! Don’t tell anyone, but yes.” He grinned. “It’s lousy, too.”

She laughed, a sudden joy taking her. “I’ve just had the best fuck of my life from a bad poet! Sheesh, Jamie, the only way now is down!” But he was staring at her and she smiled, reaching out to take his hand. Her voice was soft when she spoke again. “You heard me, Jamie. The best fuck of my life. I mean it, sweetheart, I do. The best.” She gestured. “I know this is a temporary thing. Hell, I’m twice your age, and I’ll be on the downward slope sooner than I like, but we have the now, so as long as you want me, and you can get it up, I have a pussy waiting for you.”

Jamie laughed, happy. “That will make the neighbors talk!”

She grinned at him, then sobered. “Does that bother you?”

He grimaced. “Not a lot. How about you?”

“How many neighbors do you know, that I talk to, let alone care what they think?”

Jamie made a pretense of thinking. “Um, one?”

“One. Your mom. And who knows you’re here with me now? Um, let me think; who was it now? Oh, yes, your mom.” She reached for his hand. “So give me a kiss, and then we’ll have a shower. I don’t know about you, but I am sticky with sweat and sex, and I want to be clean for round two.”

“And maybe more photos?”

Elaine grinned, broad, happy. “Yeah, honey. And maybe more photos.”



“And then we fuck again?”

She laughed out loud in pure delight. “Yes, Jamie, my little stud. Well, maybe not so little. Yes, hon, then we fuck again. And I’ll tell you this, Jamie. I’m really looking forward to it!”

“Not near as much as me.”

“Honey? Don’t bet on it!”

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