I divorced my wife, Elena, 2 years ago, after being married for 24 years. She used to be the love of my life. Elena was pretty, smart, funny, and a good partner in bed. Her only problem was her addiction to gambling.
I recall the first time I found out about it. It was 5 years after the wedding. Elena claimed she needed $5,000. When I asked her why, she gave a vague answer. I loved her and refused to think too much about it. I approved.
Two years later, one evening she returned home crying and begged me for $8300. I said, "Honey, if it's for something important, of course it's OK. What is it for?"
"A month ago, a guy came home to fix our broken air-conditioner. I forgot to send the bill and now they ask for a payment and 20% extra for not paying on time."
"Let me talk to them, and I'll sort it out."
"Please, Chuck, it was my fault. Let's just pay it and get it over with." Elena was so distraught that I gave her the money and let it go.
When a year later, she asked for $6800 without giving a good explanation, I got suspicious. I bought on Amazon a GPS vehicle tracking device and followed my wife's Toyota's routes. Ignoring her workplace and the health center, the most frequently visited place was... the casino. I had never heard from Elena that she was interested in going there! Most Tuesdays and Thursdays afternoons, she was there for about 2.5 hours, ensuring she was already home by the time I returned from work.
I was furious. Not so much about the lost money, but the fact that she lied and hid from me part of her life. I confronted Elena, and she started crying. She apologized and claimed she got hooked on gambling by her work's best friend. She promised to quit.
I continued tracking Elena's movements, and for a month her car did not go to the casino. I was happy and forgave her. After all, we are only human, and as such, commit mistakes in life...
Three months later, she came home late with her hair disheveled and said, "Honey, I screwed up. My friend celebrated her birthday at the casino and pleaded with me to join. I couldn't resist and put some money on Blackjack. I lost $1,800..."
It became clear Elena had a gambling problem. I told her she needed treatment. She vowed to never do it again, but declined to seek help. I blurted, "I love you, but that is the last time I let YOU take care of your addiction. If it happens again, I'll take you myself to a psychiatrist." She agreed.
For the next 2 years, I noticed several hundred dollars at a time disappear from our account without a clear destination, but the GPS did not show her being at the casino. I decided to change tactic and follow Elena myself the next Tuesday. I took a day off, and followed her to work. She was there until 1:30 pm. Then she exited the office with another young lady. Together they entered a Honda, and drove to the casino. I waited for them to be inside and entered the place. I've never been to the casino before, and it took me 15 minutes to see them at one of the crowded Blackjack tables. I shot a picture of the two women with my phone and drove back. When Elena returned, she was surprised to see me at home.
I inquired, "Where have you been?"
She chuckled, "Barbara and I went shopping. There was a sale at Nordstrom. I was a good girl and didn't buy anything, saving us money."
I didn't talk, just showed her the picture I took in the casino. Her face turned pale, and she stared at me speechless. I said, "You get professional treatment right now, or I am out the door." She sighed, "You are right. I'll do it."
To cut the story short, Elena saw 2 different psychiatrists and underwent a series of consultations. She even tried anti-opioid medications, but eventually went back to her bad habit. As time progressed, I lost the joy of our first years of marriage, our sex life deteriorated, the tension was always in the air, and I frequently caught her lying to me. Feeling bad about her and about the whole situation, I didn't see another option and divorced her. Fortunately, we didn't have children. We divided our wealth in half, and I moved to another suburb to restart my life again.
I was now 48 years old, living in a new neighborhood, not knowing anybody in that area. I still had a couple of friends, but neither lived nearby. My plan was first to meet my new neighbors and then slowly adjust to the new place.
I pushed the idea of meeting a potential mate to a later date. I wasn't very young, but at 6'1", 188 pounds of mostly muscle due to physical work as a supervisor at a medium size landscape company, I hoped to find a good lady to share my life with.
On the evening of the second day in my new house, I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened and saw a middle aged woman, about 5'4", 130 pounds, with wavy, shoulder length brown hair. I liked her face, especially because she flashed a nice smile.
She introduced herself, "Hi, my name is Loretta, and we are neighbors. I brought you an apple pie, hoping you'd like it."
I took it from her hands and mumbled, "Nice to meet you ma'am. I am Chuck. I am not used to getting homecoming presents... May I offer you something? Coffee? Tea? Wine?"
Through the open door, Loretta could see that the house was a big mess and she declined, saying, "Chuck, thanks, but not now. I see you are still working on organizing your stuff, so perhaps some other time. However, if you wish me to help you with something, or you are in the mood for a coffee at MY house, do not hesitate, but call first to verify I am home." She smiled again and left.
I stood with the apple pie in my hand and glanced at her as she walked back to her house. She wore a pair of old jeans and a simple blouse. She looked good.
Later that evening, I ordered pizza and ended dinner with a piece of the pie. It was fresh and tasty. I gazed through my window at Loretta's house. It was smaller than mine, with a neat grassy yard and a shady corner with 2 lounge chairs. I haven't seen anybody else, and had no clue if she had a husband or children.
In the following 2 afternoons, I organized the house to my liking. Well, what I mean is, that it was comfortable for my modest needs. The plumbing was working, and it had a comfortable bed, fridge, microwave, and TV. there were no curtains, carpets, or pictures on the wall, but these I'd take care of later.
In the next 2 days, I saw my other neighbors strolling along our street. They were in their 70s. We introduced ourselves, and then each one went his way. I saw Loretta on the third day in the local supermarket. She stood before the cereal shelves and looked up. I walked slowly in her direction and noticed she didn't move and had a funny expression on her face.
She didn't see me coming, and I tapped on her shoulder, "Hi Loretta. You seem lost. May I help you with something?"
She grinned, "Oh, thank you for being here. I tried to get the Fiber One cereal, but I couldn't reach it. Will you help me, please?"
I pulled 2 boxes and placed them in her cart. "Do you want me to bring you anything else?"
"No. You were very kind. Thank you."
We separated, and for the next 10 minutes, I walked between the aisles and grabbed everything I needed. We met again at the register. I paid and helped her place her bags in her Corolla. Before driving away, she said, "Tomorrow afternoon I'll be free. If you care for a coffee and chocolate cake, stop by between 4:30 and 5:00."
"Loretta, if I finish working early and have time to shower, I'll be happy to do it."
Luck was on my side, and the following day our team's work ended at 3 pm, which was highly unusual. I rested for an hour watching TV, and then shaved, showered, put on clean clothes, and rang her bell.
Loretta wore a midi-style skirt with a floral blouse. She looked much better than before. Her face was cute, and her legs were shapely. But the most impressive feature was her rack; it looked unusually prominent for her size...
She smiled and invited me inside. My first impression was that her house was very homey. It had EVERYTHING that my house lacked, from nice curtains to decorative lamps, scenery pictures on the walls... I was happy she declined my offer to enter for a drink the other day. Compared to HER house, mine was empty.
She led me to sit in the living room and promised to be back shortly. I examined the living room pictures. On the wall in front of the sofa, there were 3 large paintings of European scenery (Tuscany?). On the other wall, there were multiple personal photos arranged in chronological order. In the first one, young Loretta was standing by a handsome young fellow while holding a baby. In the last one, Loretta looked more like today, holding the hand of a young girl. Daughter?
Loretta came to the room carrying a large tray with everything on it. As we sipped the coffee, I said, "I saw the photos on the wall. Can you tell me a little about yourself?"
She grinned, "I married 23 years ago and have a daughter, Doris, who is now a senior in college out west. My dear husband died in a car accident 3 years ago. I work as a nurse practitioner in the cardiology clinic in a hospital downtown. Several times a week, I go to yoga classes or exercise at a fitness center. That's basically it. Fairly boring, isn't it?"
"I don't wish to sound nosy, but you said nothing about your social life."
"At the moment, it's on life support. Since my husband died, I am not in the mood to visit old friends. Except for 2 girlfriends who I have known since high school, I rarely go out. Chuck, enough about me. Tell me about your life."
"I am 48, divorced, no children, a supervisor in a landscaping company, and just moved here to stay away from my former wife."
Loretta laughed, "Short and to the point. Are you still bitter or grieving about your divorce?"
"Not anymore. All these bad emotions I suffered BEFORE the separation. Now I feel numb about the whole thing and hope to move on."
"That is good. For me, it's a little different. Frequently, I still remember happy moments I experienced with my husband god bless his soul, and dream about us a lot."
"It's 3 years now. Did you start thinking about going online to find another mate?"
"No! I heard so many stories about women who ended up robbed or even dead after these blind dates, that I am reluctant to do it. Unless god or fate arranges something safe, I'd rather stay by myself."
"Since I am alone too, how would you feel about joining me for dinner? What is your favorite food?"
"I like salads, seafood, and Italian."
"If I can reserve a table for two, will you come with me tomorrow to the new Italian restaurant downtown? It will be my treat."
"Chuck, that's nice of you, but if we go, I pay my share."
"No siree Bob! I invited you, so I pay, unless you want me to pay you for the apple pie, the chocolate cake, and the coffee."
Loretta chortled, "OK, Chuck. If you insist." I left shortly after.
The food at the restaurant was delicious. Loretta went for the risotto, and I took the Osso Buco. The chianti was the perfect wine for our food. We both ordered gelato for dessert.
When we exited the restaurant, we felt great and let our guard down. As we walked toward our car, out of nowhere, a short guy rushed toward Loretta's other side, grabbed her purse and was about to run away with it. She tried to stop him. Her desperate attempt resulted in a tear of her blouse but also slowed him a bit. He managed to free himself and was ready to escape. Instinctively, my hand grasped his collar and stopped him in his tracks. I slapped him hard, pulled the purse off his hand, and released him. His speed running away was close to Usain Bolt's world record.
I turned to Loretta, who was shaking with tears in her eyes. I hugged her gently, "It's safe now. Everything is fine. I'll bring you home, make you a cup of tea, and you'll be OK."
Her body was still shivering when we reached the car. I helped in and drove to her house. On the way, a few times, I turned to watch her face. Slowly she calmed down. However, it was the opposite for me: Her torn blouse exposed her soft pink bra and the tops of her creamy large tits. They looked tempting...
I parked by her house, waited for her to open the front door, and operated the tea kettle. I glanced at her. Loretta sat on the sofa with her eyes staring blankly at the wall. She must have been still shocked by the event. I sat by her and hugged her. Loretta just sat, unresponsive. She looked so vulnerable and pretty... Her chest was heaving with her breasts threatening to burst out. I couldn't resist and tenderly kissed her lips.
Initially, she did not react, and then, in slow motion, her head turned to me, and... she smiled. She leaned her head on my chest and whispered, "Chuck, thanks for rescuing me and my purse. My credit cards, health insurance card, social security card - Everything was in that purse."
"These days the streets have too many punks. I was lucky, that's all."
She smiled, "You are strong and have good reflexes."
I joked, "I have another good quality: I can make tea. How would you like yours?"
"Black tea with a single Splenda, please."
I prepared our teas. Of course, I forgot to bring them on plates, but she just laughed, "Men..." Loretta bent to take her mug, and her upper chest opened further to my eyes. I was mesmerized by her beautiful tits, and my pecker started stirring. My eyes moved away from her chest, but not before she caught me.
She lowered her gaze at the ripped fabric, and said, "I didn't realize this guy tore my blouse. Sorry if the sight caused you grief. Let me go and change."
"Why do you think it 'caused me grief?' Seeing it just verified you are an attractive woman."
She blushed and rushed to her bedroom to change. She came back minutes later, wearing a long robe. I stood by the door, ready to leave, "Loretta, I enjoyed your company and hope you'll soon forget the unfortunate encounter with the jerk. Whenever you are free, I'd love to see you again."
She just stood there, silent, and eyed my face. I wasn't sure what to do next, and elected to play it safe. I smiled, nodded my head, and left.
Two days later, I got a phone call from Loretta, "Would you like to join me for dinner at my house and watch a movie on Netflix afterward?"
"I'll be happy to. Is 6 pm OK?"
"Perfect."
I liked that she phoned me. Loretta seemed like a good match: An attractive lady, docile, non-pushy, just what I needed at the time. I got the impression she felt good in my company too.
At 6 pm, I was by her door. This was a completely different Loretta. She had a touch of makeup and red lipstick on, and with her loose, wavy brown hair framing nicely her cute face, she looked younger and a lot prettier than before. She wore a short, navy blue dress with generous cleavage and 3" heel matching color shoes.
I stood by the door with my mouth agape, hypnotized by her transformation. She noticed my reaction and grinned, "I thought we could make it a private party and dressed accordingly."
I mumbled, "Lady, you are gorgeous!..."
She grabbed my hand in hers and smiled, "I tried to look better for the man who saved me."
"Loretta, if you had told me before, I'd wear nicer clothes than jeans and a simple shirt..."
"Chuck, you didn't have to do it. You look great the way you are."
I was still somewhat uncomfortable with my clothes, but she blurted, "Big guy, just sit down, and your food will be right up. I apologize, but I forgot to ask if you were allergic to certain ingredients."
"Not as far as I know."
"Good." She arrived with a tray and placed it in the middle. It contained 2 large Cotolette Alla Milanese, mashed potatoes, and a fresh salad with sliced almonds and diced pears. I poured the Italian Merlot into 2 glasses. After the 'cheers,' we began eating. The cotoletta melted in my mouth! The veal was tender, expertly wrapped in a breaded covering, and a little lemon on top.
With my mouth full, I stuttered, "Ma'am, this is the best home food I have ever tasted. Will you marry me?"
She giggled. "Thanks for the compliment. It means a lot to me. I don't think you really meant what you said about marriage, but I'd agree to date you if you are interested."
I smiled, "I said it as a joke, but ONLY because I thought you'd refuse. I enthusiastically accept your offer! For both of us, it will be a new beginning."
Her face turned reddish as a smile decorated her pretty face. During the dinner, we hardly talked and now and then just glimpsed at each other. The atmosphere was heavy; neither of us had started a relationship in many years, and we were unsure how to move forward.
When we were done, she gazed into my eyes. I stood up, moved in her direction, and kissed her cheek, whispering, "Loretta, the meal was perfect. Thank you."
She refused my help and carried the used stuff to the sink while blurting, "Use the remote control, go to Netflix, and choose a movie. I'll be there shortly."
I imagined she'd rather see a romantic comedy than an action drama and searched for one. I had no idea what she already watched, and waited for her to make her selection.
Ten minutes later, she sat by me and said, "You are the guest, so it's up to you."
I mumbled, "It doesn't matter what I watch. I am simply happy to see it with you."
She murmured, "You are so sweet," and went through several movies I've never heard about. Then she paused at It Ends With Us, and asked, "Have you heard about this movie? It's the movie in the center of the ugly fight between Blake Lively and Baldoni. Would you like to watch it?"
"Sure. I heard vague rumors about these 2 celebrities, but I never cared much about gossip, so I am not familiar with the issue."
"Let's watch it then, and later, if you are interested, I'll update you with the whole fight between them".
"Deal."
We sat on the sofa. Loretta leaned on my shoulder, and the movie began. Like in many other romantic films, the actress falls in love with a handsome guy who happens to be a neurosurgeon. I won't tell the whole story, but at one point, she meets again her earlier love and the plot thickens. The movie itself interested me much less than who I was watching it with. Every couple of minutes, I turned sideways and gazed at Loretta's facial expressions and her... heaving ample chest. Once she noticed me ogling her bosom and smiled at me.
The longer the movie continued, the more Loretta became absorbed in the plot. She hugged me, and twice I saw tears in her eyes. I was too distracted to know why. I whispered in her ear, "Lady, it's only a movie."
She looked at me and whined, "At times, love may be so complicated..."
Loretta seemed so innocent and vulnerable, that my temptation was too strong. I lifted her chin tenderly and kissed her lips lightly. She eyed me, puckered her lips, closed her eyes, and waited for me to kiss her again. I did, but this time gently parted her lips and French kissed her.
I disengaged after 20 seconds and looked at her. She sighed and murmured, "I missed that feeling of blossoming new relationship with fluttering heart."
She smelled great and looked fantastic. I mumbled, "Loretta, you are beautiful and... sexy."
She chuckled, "I tried to focus on the movie, but noticed that you were eyeing my chest multiple times. Indulge me; let's finish the movie, and then we'll see what I can do to accommodate YOUR wishes."
I kissed her lovingly, "Sounds good to me."
Her intoxicating smell, the sight of her bulging boobs, and the promise to 'help' with my wishes triggered my dick. The anticipation was enough to expand and extend my rod, which created a big tent in my pants. I was stuck: Loretta's arms hugged me, so I couldn't move and adjust my stiffy's position... For close to 30 minutes, I sat helpless with blue balls and an achy pole, as Loretta's eyes were directed at the TV screen.
When the film ended, she turned to me, her hands relaxed, and... landed on my groin. She looked down, and with her face flushed, whispered, "We were not in sync during the movie... Am I really THAT sexy?"
"You are. I've seen you a couple of times before, but your pretty face and the way you dressed today created an erotic aura that affected me."
She grinned, "It's nice to know that at 44 years old, you still find me attractive."
"Are you kidding? What's there not to find alluring? Gorgeous face, great figure, looks of a much younger lady; you have everything a woman would be happy to have."
Loretta hesitated for a moment, "Chuck, are you hinting you want us to go to bed?"
I kissed her tenderly and said, "I'd love to, but I would not push for it until YOU feel comfortable to do it."
Loretta blushed, "The movie was romantic and slightly arousing. Your kisses awoke something in me as well. Watching you ogling my body and suffering without interrupting me was the last straw. You cannot see it, but... I am wet down there."
"Loretta dear, let's go to bed, please."
She preferred to keep the lights off. I accepted. Our first sexual intercourse was an exercise in love making. It was slow and gentle, without intense passion. She was too scared, and I attempted to calm her by penetrating and bobbing her as 'gentlemanly' as I could be. We both came, but it was likely because of being very horny before the act itself.
Afterward, she rested in my arms and signed, "I missed this gentle act of sexual satisfaction."
"With your husband, were you always that 'docile?"
Loretta grinned, "Not always. It depended on our mood at the time. My husband was always in favor of wild acts, but I agreed to participate in such rough play only when I was tipsy or when I was extremely aroused."
"Don't you think that being gentle decreases the passion and spontaneity?"
"You might be right. For 2 days after wild rides, I felt amazing; full of energy and happy. However, I was frightened that one day, being out of control may lead to serious injury."
"What if I ensure your safety next time? May I make it more instinctive and spontaneous?"
"If I can drink one or two glasses of Chardonnay ahead of time, yes."
I visited Loretta again 2 days later. She appeared beautiful. I whispered in her ear that I had the urge to eat her. She chuckled and said she also missed my body. I said, "May I offer you a glass of wine beforehand?"
Loretta gazed at me with bright eyes, "Is this a signal you wish to take it up a notch?"
"Yes. I do not see a reason why we shouldn't enjoy the experience to the fullest. After all, a sexual encounter is supposed to be bliss."
"OK, but remember that if my orgasm is too powerful, I may lose it, and it will be up to you to keep it safe..."
"Loretta, I am very fond of you. My only goal is to make BOTH OF US relish sex, so I won't engage in outrageous action, but a more passionate one."
I poured her a glass of white wine and lovingly caressed her body. I gingerly undressed her, while kissing her luscious lips, and massaging her giant tits. After about 20 minutes, I felt her hand squeezing my raging cock, and she mumbled, "Chuck, honey, I think I am ready for you."
I undressed rapidly, placed her in bed on her back, spread her legs, and dove onto her cunt. It was soaked. I licked her folds, lapping her sweet, musky nectar, and my fingers began probing her pussy.
She murmured, "You feel so good there... I'll climax very soon if you continue."
Next, I inserted 2 fingers into her wet pussy, rubbed the anterior wall, where her G spot was located, and my tongue flipped her swollen clitoris from side to side. Within seconds she shook, and her orgasm started. I continued my oral and manual ministrations for several minutes before moving up, shoving my rod into her drenched pussy, and began riding her.
By now, Loretta's mind was elsewhere. She was whimpering and mumbling unintelligible words. It became clear that the rest was up to me. I intensified my strokes as my palms kneaded her huge twin peaks. Her shuddering turned wilder, and her respiration became shallow.
Throughout the pounding, Loretta's torso never stopped shaking, and her eyes rolled back in her head. My assumption was that her orgasm continued all that time. I whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to stop now?"
I wasn't sure she heard me, and for almost a full minute, she didn't react, but then I heard her mumble, "Nooo. Don't stoop. It's heeeaveen..."
I increased my drilling another notch, feeling my own peak was pending. I continued for another 5 minutes before cumming deep in her womb with a loud growl.
Following our sex, we relaxed in bed for 15 minutes. Then she hugged me and murmured, "My wild beast. You were wonderful. How could you be so gentle and animalistic at the same time? I loved every moment, although half the time, I was a zombie."
"It's YOUR fault. You are too sexy, and watching your body triggers my brain to take advantage of it. By the way, does it mean you trust me better now, and I can be more spontaneous and not ALWAYS very gentle?"
She smiled, "Let's compromise. Two more times you do what YOU feel like doing, and if I see no reason to worry, you'll get a free hand."
"May I choose the positions during these 2 times?"
"Yes, you can."
The next evening, with the help of 2 glasses of white wine, I fucked Loretta doggy-style. A day later, it was cowgirl. The future looked promising, especially after the 3rd evening. I titfucked her and ejaculated on her tits. She smeared it into her skin, telling me sperm juice had healthy ingredients. Moments later, I fucked her missionary style with her legs over my shoulders.
Everything seemed to go our way, and I even moved to stay in her house. We started taking 3-5 days trips to national parks. On our trips, we became more adventurous: When nobody was around, she allowed me to take topless pictures of her, and once, after sipping wine, even allowed me to fuck her on the balcony of our hotel room!
There was one thing she adamantly refused to consider: Anal sex. She claimed it sounded dirty and scary. It didn't matter how much I attempted to persuade her to try it; the answer was always a definitive NO! It was frustrating to me because everything else was as perfect as could be.
One afternoon, I arrived from work relatively early. I opened the front door and heard the shower. My timing could not be better: I needed to shower too. I undressed, opened the bathroom door, and in the foggy air with the severely-reduced visibility, sneaked behind my lover, grabbed her tits, and whispered, "I'll soap you, and you'll do me."
She turned around and... it wasn't Loretta! It was a much younger girl. Instinctively, I retreated, mumbling, "Sorry, I thought you were somebody else." As I was leaving, I noticed the girl was smiling with her eyes pointing to my half mast cock. I found a towel, dried my body, and dressed again in the same dirty clothes.
I made myself coffee and waited in the living room to talk to the stranger. She came out wrapped in a large towel and smiled, "Are you Chuck?"
"Yes, I am. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"My name is Doris, and Loretta is my mother. So you are the guy she started seeing a while ago. Not a bad choice."
"Thanks for the compliment. I was so shocked to realize your face was not Loretta's, that I didn't even see your body."
She smirked, "That would be a first: A man in the presence of a naked girl and not inspecting her body. But I'll take your word for it. So here," she released her towel that fell on the rug, and stayed before me in the nude!...
I was stunned, "What are you doing?"
She laughed, "Mom didn't tell you much about me, did she?"
"She said she had a daughter who's 22 years old, but not much else."
"So let me tell you." She sat down, still in her birthday suit, and said, "I just finished my senior year in college, and told Mom I'd be back once I was done. I think I gave her the wrong date, but now I am back. My plans are to reside here, at home, and after a much needed vacation, look for work in this area. Anyway, unlike Mom, who you can describe as a prude or at least very conservative, I am very liberal. I drink alcohol, use marijuana, love sex, and much less shy about everything. So for me, from the beginning it was clear that feeling you coming on to me in the shower, especially after hearing you speak, meant mistaken identity and not an act of a rapist."
As my eyes explored her athletic naked body, she smiled, "Did you ogle everything you wanted? May I dress now?"
I stuttered, "You loook beautiful. Yees, you should get dreessed."
Doris dressed slowly in front of me, as if it was the most natural thing to do, and while doing it, she blurted, "I DID look at you in the shower, and I liked what I saw. You are probably 50, tall, handsome, head full of hair, nice chest muscles, good size dick. As I said before; if your character is acceptable, you are the total package."
I grinned, "Thank you. You are great too. By the way, I like your directness. If it's always the case, at least I will not have to worry about you talking behind my back."
"How long you and Mom are already together?"
"Several months."
"Are you 2 thinking of getting married sometime in the future, or your affair is strictly friends with benefits?"
I giggled, "For somebody who met me a couple of seconds earlier, you dig very deep."
"I was away for 4 years, but I like my mother. I hope you 2 have the same thoughts about the future."
"Loretta and I haven't discussed the future yet. These days, we enjoy the present. I don't know how your mother feels about commitment or what she sees as a hurdle to being happily married to me. But from my perspective, your mother fulfills 95% of what I'd look for in an ideal wife."
"What are the other 5%?"
That was the moment Loretta opened the door. She noticed Doris and rushed to hug her, "Darling, I didn't know you'd be here today. You look good. I see you met Chuck and didn't kill him yet. It's a good sign."
I said, "Ladies, rather than preparing dinner, let's go to a restaurant of your choice, agree?"
They looked at each other and Loretta commented, "A good idea. I did not make anything to eat, and with the shower I have to take, I'll start too late. Chuck, see if you can get a table at a seafood, Thai, or vegetarian restaurant for Doris."
On Tuesday, the weather channel predicted 2"-4" of snow the following day. As a result, at work we canceled all landscaping and planned to complete everything by the end of the week. I liked the idea of staying at home, sleeping late, and relaxing.
I was half asleep when Loretta left, and stayed in bed until 9 am. I put on my shorts and a tee shirt and was on my way to the bathroom, when I saw Doris's door open. I approached the door, and to my surprise, I saw her performing yoga poses while wearing only panties. She was with her back to me. I stopped and watched the show. Doris's body looked in great shape as she was doing a bridge, downward dog, low lunge, and other poses I never knew existed. Watching her gorgeous athletic body flawlessly carry out these difficult poses was inspiring. However, after the first minute, my eyes focused on her bouncing tits. They stood high on her chest, protruding proudly forward, and swaying erotically before me. My pecker reacted favorably, and 2 minutes later, pushed upward the waistband of my shorts.
I stood there for about 10 minutes, and then I heard Doris say, "Chuck, don't stand there. Come on in, and sit on the chair. Actually, I have a better idea: You can help me with poses I cannot do by myself."
I walked in slowly, feeling my penis straining the waistband. On the way, I attempted to rearrange my organ sideways, but she blurted, "Don't bother with it. Help me with a couple of poses, and I'll help YOU later." I hadn't seen her looking in my direction even once and couldn't understand how she saw and knew everything.
Doris must have guessed it and chuckled, "I always do yoga in front of a mirror. In this room, I do not have a large one, but if you look to my left, you'll see a small one. I noticed when you showed up and was happy to visualize the effect on your cock. As I told you the other day after the shower scene, it's an impressive one."
First, Doris placed me lying on the floor with my face down, stood above my waist, pulled my hands, and stretched backward in what she called Cobra Back Bend. Then She stood me up and asked me to bend forward while she performed Partner Back Stretch. She was very flexible...
Next, Doris said she wished to do a Partner Yoga Twist. She asked me to sit on the carpet and fold my legs. She did the same with her back leaning on mine, and then she instructed me to turn my chest to the right and with my right hand grab her left thigh. It was muscular and smooth. Next, her back turned to the right, and her hand moved toward my leg. However, it reached beyond my thigh; it grasped... my erect cock!
I blurted, "Doris, what are you doing?"
She giggled, "Oh, nothing. I just wanted to verify you were still interested. OK, Chuck, one last pose. It's called Couples Camel Pose. Both of us on our knees on the rug facing each other, holding the other one's forearms and stretch up with our heads back." Inevitably, our lower abdomens touched each other. My thighs were longer than hers, so my tumescent cock met her lower tummy. She asked me to hold like that for a moment while her upper pelvis ground my rod mercilessly...
I whispered, "Doris, is this really a yoga pose, or it's some kind of a game?"
She laughed, "It started as real yoga, but I saw its effect on you, so I turned it into a pleasant yoga game. Don't you like it?"
"I liked watching you doing yoga and helping you, but the way you play this game is too arousing, and you know it."
She hugged me, with her perky tits pressing against my lower chest, "Of course I know, but I promised to reciprocate, didn't I? I usually feel much better after my yoga exercises, and with your help, my muscles feel even better. Here, sit down on the chair, and I'll take care of you."
Next, she pushed me against the chair and knelt between my legs.
I held her shoulders at arm's length and asked, "What do you think you are about to do?"
Doris eyed me, "Suck you."
"Girl, I am dating your Mom. What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me. I know you have sex with my Mom, but right now you became horny because of me, and I see no reason why I shouldn't handle the situation that was my fault."
"It seems normal to you that I'll have sex with a mother and her daughter?"
"If YOU like it, and WE like it, I do not see an issue here."
"I do not recall your mother approving it."
"How would she? She had no idea you'd be aroused by me. I recommend you stop fighting, let me do my thing, and don't tell Mom. That way, both of us will have fun, and no harm done."
"So your solution is to do something behind your mother's back?"
Doris stared at my face with a smile, "Chuck, honey, we both know you want me to suck you, but you feel guilty about it. So let's make a deal: I'll give you a BJ, and you continue fucking Mom as before, so you won't feel bad I took anything from HER sexual privileges."
I removed my hands from her shoulders and muttered, "Geez, girl, I know you are liberal, but you have no morals, do you?"
"No, Chucky, I don't..." Then she pulled my shorts down, bent her head, spread her lips wide, and engulfed my helmet. She licked and milked it lightly, and then slid on it, accepting it into her mouth. Her oral cavity was hot and humid, stretching my cock further. When less than 1" remained outside her lips, her head started bobbing on my member. Initially, her movements were slow, and then began accelerating. At the same time, she applied more power to her sucking. I tweaked her marvelous breasts as she groaned on my prick. I mumbled, "Girl, you are too good; I won't be able to last long."
She raised her hand with a thumbs up sign, and then the palm moved to caress my hairy scrotum. I exploded in her mouth with the force of an average geyser, filling her mouth with hot lava. Doris expertly gulped everything she got. When I finished, she grinned, "You see, it wasn't that bad, now was it?"
"Fuck, girl, your mouth should be mentioned on Ripley's, believe it or not!"
Doris chortled, "I know. I've heard similar sentences from my former boyfriends. Look, I love various kinds of good sex, and an oral job is one of them. I separated from my last boyfriend after telling him I was moving back home, so if you wish, you can be a temporary replacement."
"Seriously, you have no problem doing these things behind your mother's back?"
"No, as long as you promise my mother will still get her fair share. By the way, it reminds me of something you said. You mentioned your relationship with Mom was 95% perfect. What was the missing 5%?"
"It's something personal and private. I do not think we should talk about it."
"Is it something to do with her looks? Her cooking? Something she hates about you?"
"Neither one."
"So why can't you tell me? Everything else should be solvable."
"Doris, you are very young, and I am much older. Before dating your mother, I was married. My first wife was an addict gambler, who would not stop wasting all our savings despite multiple warnings, so I left her. However, she was an ideal mate in any other aspect. For example, sex-wise, she had no limits. We could do it outdoors and use EVERY position. Your mother is more conservative, and certain things are off the table. If I didn't have my prior pleasant experience, I wouldn't even think of it, but now I miss 'things'..."
"Can you give me an example?"
"I emphasize again; your mother is dear to me. However, I used to have and liked anal sex, yet your mother refuses resolutely to entertain the idea or even try it once."
"Is there anything else that is considered 'A Major Thing' that is a hurdle in your relationship?"
"Not really."
She eyed me and blurted, "Chuck, I arrived here only short time ago, so there might be things I do not know yet, but I got the impression both Mom and you REALLY liked each other and perhaps even in love with each other. Right?"
"I think you are right."
"If your '95% perfect' becomes 100%, will you consider proposing to Mom?"
"Yes! We both lost our mates and found the other one to be a good partner for life."
"I have a suggestion, but please, listen until the end, then think about it for 24 hours before telling me your opinion. OK?"
"I hear you."
"Yesterday, when you were out, I had a frank discussion with Mom. Among other subjects, we talked about your relationship. I asked her point blank if she considered you a serious partner and a potential husband. She blushed and said she loved you, but you hadn't proposed to her. YOU just said that you would do it if the sexual 'limitations' could be solved. Well, I think you two belong together, and I have a practical solution: You marry Mom, and I'll complement Mom's duties sexually. After the wedding, I'll move to a small apartment nearby, and each time you get the urge to have a sexual act Mom does not like, I will be there for you." She stopped talking and glanced at me.
I was shocked again by Doris, "You love your Mom so much that if I wed her, you'll agree to all my whims in bed?!"
"Exactly!"
"Honey, I met you only a few days ago, and I am fond of you, but you have no clue what you are committing to..."
Doris laughed, "You may have skeletons in YOUR closet, but at the same time, you do not know much about my college life. I did a lot, and liked 99% of what I participated in. To name a few: Anal sex, lesbian sex, B&D, S&M, and orgies. My assumption is that your fantasies do not go beyond what I just mentioned, but in case they do, I'll be willing to give them a try."
"Is this a challenging bravado talk, or you mean what you said?"
"When can the two of us spend 2-3 hours together with Mom not around?"
"I don't know right now, but I can check and let you know tomorrow."
The following day, I called Doris from work to notify her that I arranged to take the next Monday morning off.
In the same evening, I returned from work and saw Loretta and Doris laughing. They had empty glasses with a half full bottle of white wine in the center of the table. I gazed at them quizzically.
Loretta said, "I just got a promotion. They made me a charge nurse for the morning shift. I'll also get a modest increase in my salary."
I kissed her lips, "Good for you! So now that you are rich, you can treat Doris and me to dinner at a good Thai restaurant."
"Funny, we thought the same thing. Reserve a table for 7 pm and we'll go."
Both ladies wore matching short black skirts and high heel shoes. When they showed up in the living room, I whistled appreciatively, "In the restaurant, every man will look at me, guessing I am as rich as Elon Musk. Why else would TWO gorgeous beauties choose me as their companion?" Loretta and Doris laughed.
As I predicted, the majority of the 15 males in the room raised their heads, ogled my ladies, and gave me a look that said, 'You do not deserve them!'
The evening was pure fun. Loretta was more cheerful than usual, likely happy about her promotion. I was happy to see her usually reserved attitude relax. Her joyful spirit stayed with her throughout the evening, and even later at home.
We went to sleep at 10 pm. In bed, she moved closer to me, kissed me dearly and winked, "Honey, I am in the mood. Interested? You choose whatever you like... except for the one we agreed not to mention."
I roughed her using a missionary position. After a short rest, she hugged me, "Chuck, dear, I love everything you do to me and... I love you."
I whispered, "I love you too, darling." But Doris's offer surfaced in my brain.
Monday morning, knowing I didn't have to go to work, I was happy to sleep longer. At 8: 45 am, I woke up, hearing the door open. Doris was carrying a tray with 2 hard boiled eggs, toast, cream cheese, orange juice, and coffee. It wasn't just the fresh breakfast that caught my eye; she was naked!
My cock began growing and raised my blanket. Doris chuckled, "Tell your unruly monster to take it easy. I am here to fulfill my promise but first have your breakfast."
I was done with the meal in a record time. I went to the bathroom, freshened up, and returned, undressing on the way.
Doris was already in bed. She grinned, "Sir, what is your pleasure?"
"I'd like to fuck your vagina first, but then cum in your ass."
"As you wish, but please, do not forget to lubricate me. I know you've done it with your former wife, but it was a long time ago, and being excited already, you may have forgotten part of the routine."
"No, I did not." I pulled from my drawer a small plastic bottle of KY jelly and placed it nearby. She smiled, "Good boy. By the way, while making your breakfast, I prepared mentally to be fucked, and I am quite horny already."
"Honey, I noticed it; when you brought my food, your nipples were contracted and pointy."
"But you didn't ogle my cunt; I was dripping too..."
"Great. So before fucking you I'll drink your juices."
"Sir, you do whatever your heart desires, but I warn you that when I am very horny, I cum multiple times."
"Thanks for the warning."
Next, I licked and lapped her abundant nectar. The odor was musky-fresh; earlier she apparently predicted that my face would probe her vulva and prepared accordingly. I barely touched her clitty with my tongue and felt her torso jerk, and her body shiver. She mumbled, "Oh god, I am cumming too soon..."
I moved up and penetrated her pussy with my engorged member. I found it tighter than expected; based on her stories of multiple sexual encounters, I thought it would be wider, but that wasn't the case. I began plowing her pussy. Her initial orgasm, which by now was on the decline, rose again with more vigorous trembling. I rammed into her with abandon, basking in the immense pleasure of constantly grinding her vaginal walls.
My arousal was increasing fast. It was time for an anal play. I placed her calves on my shoulders, smeared KY jelly on her crack, and inserted my forefinger into her butthole. Her shaking intensified, and she stuttered, "You aaare killling me. It's sooo gooood..." Seconds later, I added a second finger and moved both circularly to dilate the orifice. Doris's shuddering continued, and she seemed to be in the midst of status orgasm.
Next, I pulled my fingers out and gingerly advanced the spongy head into her agape puckered hole. Her sphincter struggled some but eventually gave in, and my pole invaded her anus. I waited patiently, letting the sphincter adjust to my thick organ, and then began pounding her ass.
Fucking an extremely tight hole is something that is difficult to explain to a novice. One has to do it in order to know what I am talking about. The feeling of cock being thoroughly squeezed is one of a kind!
Doris was in the throes of a massive, prolonged climax, so her sphincter kept spasming on my shaft, giving an extra boost to my utter pleasure. I drilled her relentlessly for like 10 minutes and then burst inside her bowels with a torrent of slimy sperm. Her sphincter efficiently prevented the blood from exiting my penis, acting like a tourniquet. This action kept my cock stiff like a rock. I happily continued thrusting in and out of her back hole for another 5 minutes, when my tool began shrinking.
Doris was out: Her eyes were shut with both pulse and breathing rate very rapid. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself, and returned to bed. Her respiration slowed down some, but her eyes were still closed. I caressed her sweaty body, eyeing her breathtaking tits.
Doris opened her eyes 15 minutes later. Her hands hugged me and then she mounted my body and gazed into my eyes. She murmured, "Chucky, you are an awesome lover. Marry my mother, and I'll be more than happy to be at your disposal when the opportunity occurs."
In the evening, as Loretta opened the front door, I went on one knee, took her hand, and asked. "Honey, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"
I saw tears in her eyes, "Yes, dear, I will."
I kissed her lips tenderly and sat at the table.
Loretta turned to Doris with a grin, "Do YOU want me to marry Chuck?"
Doris approached me, sat on my lap, buried my face in the valley of the queens, and mumbled, "I love my new Daddy..."
I recall the first time I found out about it. It was 5 years after the wedding. Elena claimed she needed $5,000. When I asked her why, she gave a vague answer. I loved her and refused to think too much about it. I approved.
Two years later, one evening she returned home crying and begged me for $8300. I said, "Honey, if it's for something important, of course it's OK. What is it for?"
"A month ago, a guy came home to fix our broken air-conditioner. I forgot to send the bill and now they ask for a payment and 20% extra for not paying on time."
"Let me talk to them, and I'll sort it out."
"Please, Chuck, it was my fault. Let's just pay it and get it over with." Elena was so distraught that I gave her the money and let it go.
When a year later, she asked for $6800 without giving a good explanation, I got suspicious. I bought on Amazon a GPS vehicle tracking device and followed my wife's Toyota's routes. Ignoring her workplace and the health center, the most frequently visited place was... the casino. I had never heard from Elena that she was interested in going there! Most Tuesdays and Thursdays afternoons, she was there for about 2.5 hours, ensuring she was already home by the time I returned from work.
I was furious. Not so much about the lost money, but the fact that she lied and hid from me part of her life. I confronted Elena, and she started crying. She apologized and claimed she got hooked on gambling by her work's best friend. She promised to quit.
I continued tracking Elena's movements, and for a month her car did not go to the casino. I was happy and forgave her. After all, we are only human, and as such, commit mistakes in life...
Three months later, she came home late with her hair disheveled and said, "Honey, I screwed up. My friend celebrated her birthday at the casino and pleaded with me to join. I couldn't resist and put some money on Blackjack. I lost $1,800..."
It became clear Elena had a gambling problem. I told her she needed treatment. She vowed to never do it again, but declined to seek help. I blurted, "I love you, but that is the last time I let YOU take care of your addiction. If it happens again, I'll take you myself to a psychiatrist." She agreed.
For the next 2 years, I noticed several hundred dollars at a time disappear from our account without a clear destination, but the GPS did not show her being at the casino. I decided to change tactic and follow Elena myself the next Tuesday. I took a day off, and followed her to work. She was there until 1:30 pm. Then she exited the office with another young lady. Together they entered a Honda, and drove to the casino. I waited for them to be inside and entered the place. I've never been to the casino before, and it took me 15 minutes to see them at one of the crowded Blackjack tables. I shot a picture of the two women with my phone and drove back. When Elena returned, she was surprised to see me at home.
I inquired, "Where have you been?"
She chuckled, "Barbara and I went shopping. There was a sale at Nordstrom. I was a good girl and didn't buy anything, saving us money."
I didn't talk, just showed her the picture I took in the casino. Her face turned pale, and she stared at me speechless. I said, "You get professional treatment right now, or I am out the door." She sighed, "You are right. I'll do it."
To cut the story short, Elena saw 2 different psychiatrists and underwent a series of consultations. She even tried anti-opioid medications, but eventually went back to her bad habit. As time progressed, I lost the joy of our first years of marriage, our sex life deteriorated, the tension was always in the air, and I frequently caught her lying to me. Feeling bad about her and about the whole situation, I didn't see another option and divorced her. Fortunately, we didn't have children. We divided our wealth in half, and I moved to another suburb to restart my life again.
I was now 48 years old, living in a new neighborhood, not knowing anybody in that area. I still had a couple of friends, but neither lived nearby. My plan was first to meet my new neighbors and then slowly adjust to the new place.
I pushed the idea of meeting a potential mate to a later date. I wasn't very young, but at 6'1", 188 pounds of mostly muscle due to physical work as a supervisor at a medium size landscape company, I hoped to find a good lady to share my life with.
On the evening of the second day in my new house, I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened and saw a middle aged woman, about 5'4", 130 pounds, with wavy, shoulder length brown hair. I liked her face, especially because she flashed a nice smile.
She introduced herself, "Hi, my name is Loretta, and we are neighbors. I brought you an apple pie, hoping you'd like it."
I took it from her hands and mumbled, "Nice to meet you ma'am. I am Chuck. I am not used to getting homecoming presents... May I offer you something? Coffee? Tea? Wine?"
Through the open door, Loretta could see that the house was a big mess and she declined, saying, "Chuck, thanks, but not now. I see you are still working on organizing your stuff, so perhaps some other time. However, if you wish me to help you with something, or you are in the mood for a coffee at MY house, do not hesitate, but call first to verify I am home." She smiled again and left.
I stood with the apple pie in my hand and glanced at her as she walked back to her house. She wore a pair of old jeans and a simple blouse. She looked good.
Later that evening, I ordered pizza and ended dinner with a piece of the pie. It was fresh and tasty. I gazed through my window at Loretta's house. It was smaller than mine, with a neat grassy yard and a shady corner with 2 lounge chairs. I haven't seen anybody else, and had no clue if she had a husband or children.
In the following 2 afternoons, I organized the house to my liking. Well, what I mean is, that it was comfortable for my modest needs. The plumbing was working, and it had a comfortable bed, fridge, microwave, and TV. there were no curtains, carpets, or pictures on the wall, but these I'd take care of later.
In the next 2 days, I saw my other neighbors strolling along our street. They were in their 70s. We introduced ourselves, and then each one went his way. I saw Loretta on the third day in the local supermarket. She stood before the cereal shelves and looked up. I walked slowly in her direction and noticed she didn't move and had a funny expression on her face.
She didn't see me coming, and I tapped on her shoulder, "Hi Loretta. You seem lost. May I help you with something?"
She grinned, "Oh, thank you for being here. I tried to get the Fiber One cereal, but I couldn't reach it. Will you help me, please?"
I pulled 2 boxes and placed them in her cart. "Do you want me to bring you anything else?"
"No. You were very kind. Thank you."
We separated, and for the next 10 minutes, I walked between the aisles and grabbed everything I needed. We met again at the register. I paid and helped her place her bags in her Corolla. Before driving away, she said, "Tomorrow afternoon I'll be free. If you care for a coffee and chocolate cake, stop by between 4:30 and 5:00."
"Loretta, if I finish working early and have time to shower, I'll be happy to do it."
Luck was on my side, and the following day our team's work ended at 3 pm, which was highly unusual. I rested for an hour watching TV, and then shaved, showered, put on clean clothes, and rang her bell.
Loretta wore a midi-style skirt with a floral blouse. She looked much better than before. Her face was cute, and her legs were shapely. But the most impressive feature was her rack; it looked unusually prominent for her size...
She smiled and invited me inside. My first impression was that her house was very homey. It had EVERYTHING that my house lacked, from nice curtains to decorative lamps, scenery pictures on the walls... I was happy she declined my offer to enter for a drink the other day. Compared to HER house, mine was empty.
She led me to sit in the living room and promised to be back shortly. I examined the living room pictures. On the wall in front of the sofa, there were 3 large paintings of European scenery (Tuscany?). On the other wall, there were multiple personal photos arranged in chronological order. In the first one, young Loretta was standing by a handsome young fellow while holding a baby. In the last one, Loretta looked more like today, holding the hand of a young girl. Daughter?
Loretta came to the room carrying a large tray with everything on it. As we sipped the coffee, I said, "I saw the photos on the wall. Can you tell me a little about yourself?"
She grinned, "I married 23 years ago and have a daughter, Doris, who is now a senior in college out west. My dear husband died in a car accident 3 years ago. I work as a nurse practitioner in the cardiology clinic in a hospital downtown. Several times a week, I go to yoga classes or exercise at a fitness center. That's basically it. Fairly boring, isn't it?"
"I don't wish to sound nosy, but you said nothing about your social life."
"At the moment, it's on life support. Since my husband died, I am not in the mood to visit old friends. Except for 2 girlfriends who I have known since high school, I rarely go out. Chuck, enough about me. Tell me about your life."
"I am 48, divorced, no children, a supervisor in a landscaping company, and just moved here to stay away from my former wife."
Loretta laughed, "Short and to the point. Are you still bitter or grieving about your divorce?"
"Not anymore. All these bad emotions I suffered BEFORE the separation. Now I feel numb about the whole thing and hope to move on."
"That is good. For me, it's a little different. Frequently, I still remember happy moments I experienced with my husband god bless his soul, and dream about us a lot."
"It's 3 years now. Did you start thinking about going online to find another mate?"
"No! I heard so many stories about women who ended up robbed or even dead after these blind dates, that I am reluctant to do it. Unless god or fate arranges something safe, I'd rather stay by myself."
"Since I am alone too, how would you feel about joining me for dinner? What is your favorite food?"
"I like salads, seafood, and Italian."
"If I can reserve a table for two, will you come with me tomorrow to the new Italian restaurant downtown? It will be my treat."
"Chuck, that's nice of you, but if we go, I pay my share."
"No siree Bob! I invited you, so I pay, unless you want me to pay you for the apple pie, the chocolate cake, and the coffee."
Loretta chortled, "OK, Chuck. If you insist." I left shortly after.
The food at the restaurant was delicious. Loretta went for the risotto, and I took the Osso Buco. The chianti was the perfect wine for our food. We both ordered gelato for dessert.
When we exited the restaurant, we felt great and let our guard down. As we walked toward our car, out of nowhere, a short guy rushed toward Loretta's other side, grabbed her purse and was about to run away with it. She tried to stop him. Her desperate attempt resulted in a tear of her blouse but also slowed him a bit. He managed to free himself and was ready to escape. Instinctively, my hand grasped his collar and stopped him in his tracks. I slapped him hard, pulled the purse off his hand, and released him. His speed running away was close to Usain Bolt's world record.
I turned to Loretta, who was shaking with tears in her eyes. I hugged her gently, "It's safe now. Everything is fine. I'll bring you home, make you a cup of tea, and you'll be OK."
Her body was still shivering when we reached the car. I helped in and drove to her house. On the way, a few times, I turned to watch her face. Slowly she calmed down. However, it was the opposite for me: Her torn blouse exposed her soft pink bra and the tops of her creamy large tits. They looked tempting...
I parked by her house, waited for her to open the front door, and operated the tea kettle. I glanced at her. Loretta sat on the sofa with her eyes staring blankly at the wall. She must have been still shocked by the event. I sat by her and hugged her. Loretta just sat, unresponsive. She looked so vulnerable and pretty... Her chest was heaving with her breasts threatening to burst out. I couldn't resist and tenderly kissed her lips.
Initially, she did not react, and then, in slow motion, her head turned to me, and... she smiled. She leaned her head on my chest and whispered, "Chuck, thanks for rescuing me and my purse. My credit cards, health insurance card, social security card - Everything was in that purse."
"These days the streets have too many punks. I was lucky, that's all."
She smiled, "You are strong and have good reflexes."
I joked, "I have another good quality: I can make tea. How would you like yours?"
"Black tea with a single Splenda, please."
I prepared our teas. Of course, I forgot to bring them on plates, but she just laughed, "Men..." Loretta bent to take her mug, and her upper chest opened further to my eyes. I was mesmerized by her beautiful tits, and my pecker started stirring. My eyes moved away from her chest, but not before she caught me.
She lowered her gaze at the ripped fabric, and said, "I didn't realize this guy tore my blouse. Sorry if the sight caused you grief. Let me go and change."
"Why do you think it 'caused me grief?' Seeing it just verified you are an attractive woman."
She blushed and rushed to her bedroom to change. She came back minutes later, wearing a long robe. I stood by the door, ready to leave, "Loretta, I enjoyed your company and hope you'll soon forget the unfortunate encounter with the jerk. Whenever you are free, I'd love to see you again."
She just stood there, silent, and eyed my face. I wasn't sure what to do next, and elected to play it safe. I smiled, nodded my head, and left.
Two days later, I got a phone call from Loretta, "Would you like to join me for dinner at my house and watch a movie on Netflix afterward?"
"I'll be happy to. Is 6 pm OK?"
"Perfect."
I liked that she phoned me. Loretta seemed like a good match: An attractive lady, docile, non-pushy, just what I needed at the time. I got the impression she felt good in my company too.
At 6 pm, I was by her door. This was a completely different Loretta. She had a touch of makeup and red lipstick on, and with her loose, wavy brown hair framing nicely her cute face, she looked younger and a lot prettier than before. She wore a short, navy blue dress with generous cleavage and 3" heel matching color shoes.
I stood by the door with my mouth agape, hypnotized by her transformation. She noticed my reaction and grinned, "I thought we could make it a private party and dressed accordingly."
I mumbled, "Lady, you are gorgeous!..."
She grabbed my hand in hers and smiled, "I tried to look better for the man who saved me."
"Loretta, if you had told me before, I'd wear nicer clothes than jeans and a simple shirt..."
"Chuck, you didn't have to do it. You look great the way you are."
I was still somewhat uncomfortable with my clothes, but she blurted, "Big guy, just sit down, and your food will be right up. I apologize, but I forgot to ask if you were allergic to certain ingredients."
"Not as far as I know."
"Good." She arrived with a tray and placed it in the middle. It contained 2 large Cotolette Alla Milanese, mashed potatoes, and a fresh salad with sliced almonds and diced pears. I poured the Italian Merlot into 2 glasses. After the 'cheers,' we began eating. The cotoletta melted in my mouth! The veal was tender, expertly wrapped in a breaded covering, and a little lemon on top.
With my mouth full, I stuttered, "Ma'am, this is the best home food I have ever tasted. Will you marry me?"
She giggled. "Thanks for the compliment. It means a lot to me. I don't think you really meant what you said about marriage, but I'd agree to date you if you are interested."
I smiled, "I said it as a joke, but ONLY because I thought you'd refuse. I enthusiastically accept your offer! For both of us, it will be a new beginning."
Her face turned reddish as a smile decorated her pretty face. During the dinner, we hardly talked and now and then just glimpsed at each other. The atmosphere was heavy; neither of us had started a relationship in many years, and we were unsure how to move forward.
When we were done, she gazed into my eyes. I stood up, moved in her direction, and kissed her cheek, whispering, "Loretta, the meal was perfect. Thank you."
She refused my help and carried the used stuff to the sink while blurting, "Use the remote control, go to Netflix, and choose a movie. I'll be there shortly."
I imagined she'd rather see a romantic comedy than an action drama and searched for one. I had no idea what she already watched, and waited for her to make her selection.
Ten minutes later, she sat by me and said, "You are the guest, so it's up to you."
I mumbled, "It doesn't matter what I watch. I am simply happy to see it with you."
She murmured, "You are so sweet," and went through several movies I've never heard about. Then she paused at It Ends With Us, and asked, "Have you heard about this movie? It's the movie in the center of the ugly fight between Blake Lively and Baldoni. Would you like to watch it?"
"Sure. I heard vague rumors about these 2 celebrities, but I never cared much about gossip, so I am not familiar with the issue."
"Let's watch it then, and later, if you are interested, I'll update you with the whole fight between them".
"Deal."
We sat on the sofa. Loretta leaned on my shoulder, and the movie began. Like in many other romantic films, the actress falls in love with a handsome guy who happens to be a neurosurgeon. I won't tell the whole story, but at one point, she meets again her earlier love and the plot thickens. The movie itself interested me much less than who I was watching it with. Every couple of minutes, I turned sideways and gazed at Loretta's facial expressions and her... heaving ample chest. Once she noticed me ogling her bosom and smiled at me.
The longer the movie continued, the more Loretta became absorbed in the plot. She hugged me, and twice I saw tears in her eyes. I was too distracted to know why. I whispered in her ear, "Lady, it's only a movie."
She looked at me and whined, "At times, love may be so complicated..."
Loretta seemed so innocent and vulnerable, that my temptation was too strong. I lifted her chin tenderly and kissed her lips lightly. She eyed me, puckered her lips, closed her eyes, and waited for me to kiss her again. I did, but this time gently parted her lips and French kissed her.
I disengaged after 20 seconds and looked at her. She sighed and murmured, "I missed that feeling of blossoming new relationship with fluttering heart."
She smelled great and looked fantastic. I mumbled, "Loretta, you are beautiful and... sexy."
She chuckled, "I tried to focus on the movie, but noticed that you were eyeing my chest multiple times. Indulge me; let's finish the movie, and then we'll see what I can do to accommodate YOUR wishes."
I kissed her lovingly, "Sounds good to me."
Her intoxicating smell, the sight of her bulging boobs, and the promise to 'help' with my wishes triggered my dick. The anticipation was enough to expand and extend my rod, which created a big tent in my pants. I was stuck: Loretta's arms hugged me, so I couldn't move and adjust my stiffy's position... For close to 30 minutes, I sat helpless with blue balls and an achy pole, as Loretta's eyes were directed at the TV screen.
When the film ended, she turned to me, her hands relaxed, and... landed on my groin. She looked down, and with her face flushed, whispered, "We were not in sync during the movie... Am I really THAT sexy?"
"You are. I've seen you a couple of times before, but your pretty face and the way you dressed today created an erotic aura that affected me."
She grinned, "It's nice to know that at 44 years old, you still find me attractive."
"Are you kidding? What's there not to find alluring? Gorgeous face, great figure, looks of a much younger lady; you have everything a woman would be happy to have."
Loretta hesitated for a moment, "Chuck, are you hinting you want us to go to bed?"
I kissed her tenderly and said, "I'd love to, but I would not push for it until YOU feel comfortable to do it."
Loretta blushed, "The movie was romantic and slightly arousing. Your kisses awoke something in me as well. Watching you ogling my body and suffering without interrupting me was the last straw. You cannot see it, but... I am wet down there."
"Loretta dear, let's go to bed, please."
She preferred to keep the lights off. I accepted. Our first sexual intercourse was an exercise in love making. It was slow and gentle, without intense passion. She was too scared, and I attempted to calm her by penetrating and bobbing her as 'gentlemanly' as I could be. We both came, but it was likely because of being very horny before the act itself.
Afterward, she rested in my arms and signed, "I missed this gentle act of sexual satisfaction."
"With your husband, were you always that 'docile?"
Loretta grinned, "Not always. It depended on our mood at the time. My husband was always in favor of wild acts, but I agreed to participate in such rough play only when I was tipsy or when I was extremely aroused."
"Don't you think that being gentle decreases the passion and spontaneity?"
"You might be right. For 2 days after wild rides, I felt amazing; full of energy and happy. However, I was frightened that one day, being out of control may lead to serious injury."
"What if I ensure your safety next time? May I make it more instinctive and spontaneous?"
"If I can drink one or two glasses of Chardonnay ahead of time, yes."
I visited Loretta again 2 days later. She appeared beautiful. I whispered in her ear that I had the urge to eat her. She chuckled and said she also missed my body. I said, "May I offer you a glass of wine beforehand?"
Loretta gazed at me with bright eyes, "Is this a signal you wish to take it up a notch?"
"Yes. I do not see a reason why we shouldn't enjoy the experience to the fullest. After all, a sexual encounter is supposed to be bliss."
"OK, but remember that if my orgasm is too powerful, I may lose it, and it will be up to you to keep it safe..."
"Loretta, I am very fond of you. My only goal is to make BOTH OF US relish sex, so I won't engage in outrageous action, but a more passionate one."
I poured her a glass of white wine and lovingly caressed her body. I gingerly undressed her, while kissing her luscious lips, and massaging her giant tits. After about 20 minutes, I felt her hand squeezing my raging cock, and she mumbled, "Chuck, honey, I think I am ready for you."
I undressed rapidly, placed her in bed on her back, spread her legs, and dove onto her cunt. It was soaked. I licked her folds, lapping her sweet, musky nectar, and my fingers began probing her pussy.
She murmured, "You feel so good there... I'll climax very soon if you continue."
Next, I inserted 2 fingers into her wet pussy, rubbed the anterior wall, where her G spot was located, and my tongue flipped her swollen clitoris from side to side. Within seconds she shook, and her orgasm started. I continued my oral and manual ministrations for several minutes before moving up, shoving my rod into her drenched pussy, and began riding her.
By now, Loretta's mind was elsewhere. She was whimpering and mumbling unintelligible words. It became clear that the rest was up to me. I intensified my strokes as my palms kneaded her huge twin peaks. Her shuddering turned wilder, and her respiration became shallow.
Throughout the pounding, Loretta's torso never stopped shaking, and her eyes rolled back in her head. My assumption was that her orgasm continued all that time. I whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to stop now?"
I wasn't sure she heard me, and for almost a full minute, she didn't react, but then I heard her mumble, "Nooo. Don't stoop. It's heeeaveen..."
I increased my drilling another notch, feeling my own peak was pending. I continued for another 5 minutes before cumming deep in her womb with a loud growl.
Following our sex, we relaxed in bed for 15 minutes. Then she hugged me and murmured, "My wild beast. You were wonderful. How could you be so gentle and animalistic at the same time? I loved every moment, although half the time, I was a zombie."
"It's YOUR fault. You are too sexy, and watching your body triggers my brain to take advantage of it. By the way, does it mean you trust me better now, and I can be more spontaneous and not ALWAYS very gentle?"
She smiled, "Let's compromise. Two more times you do what YOU feel like doing, and if I see no reason to worry, you'll get a free hand."
"May I choose the positions during these 2 times?"
"Yes, you can."
The next evening, with the help of 2 glasses of white wine, I fucked Loretta doggy-style. A day later, it was cowgirl. The future looked promising, especially after the 3rd evening. I titfucked her and ejaculated on her tits. She smeared it into her skin, telling me sperm juice had healthy ingredients. Moments later, I fucked her missionary style with her legs over my shoulders.
Everything seemed to go our way, and I even moved to stay in her house. We started taking 3-5 days trips to national parks. On our trips, we became more adventurous: When nobody was around, she allowed me to take topless pictures of her, and once, after sipping wine, even allowed me to fuck her on the balcony of our hotel room!
There was one thing she adamantly refused to consider: Anal sex. She claimed it sounded dirty and scary. It didn't matter how much I attempted to persuade her to try it; the answer was always a definitive NO! It was frustrating to me because everything else was as perfect as could be.
One afternoon, I arrived from work relatively early. I opened the front door and heard the shower. My timing could not be better: I needed to shower too. I undressed, opened the bathroom door, and in the foggy air with the severely-reduced visibility, sneaked behind my lover, grabbed her tits, and whispered, "I'll soap you, and you'll do me."
She turned around and... it wasn't Loretta! It was a much younger girl. Instinctively, I retreated, mumbling, "Sorry, I thought you were somebody else." As I was leaving, I noticed the girl was smiling with her eyes pointing to my half mast cock. I found a towel, dried my body, and dressed again in the same dirty clothes.
I made myself coffee and waited in the living room to talk to the stranger. She came out wrapped in a large towel and smiled, "Are you Chuck?"
"Yes, I am. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"My name is Doris, and Loretta is my mother. So you are the guy she started seeing a while ago. Not a bad choice."
"Thanks for the compliment. I was so shocked to realize your face was not Loretta's, that I didn't even see your body."
She smirked, "That would be a first: A man in the presence of a naked girl and not inspecting her body. But I'll take your word for it. So here," she released her towel that fell on the rug, and stayed before me in the nude!...
I was stunned, "What are you doing?"
She laughed, "Mom didn't tell you much about me, did she?"
"She said she had a daughter who's 22 years old, but not much else."
"So let me tell you." She sat down, still in her birthday suit, and said, "I just finished my senior year in college, and told Mom I'd be back once I was done. I think I gave her the wrong date, but now I am back. My plans are to reside here, at home, and after a much needed vacation, look for work in this area. Anyway, unlike Mom, who you can describe as a prude or at least very conservative, I am very liberal. I drink alcohol, use marijuana, love sex, and much less shy about everything. So for me, from the beginning it was clear that feeling you coming on to me in the shower, especially after hearing you speak, meant mistaken identity and not an act of a rapist."
As my eyes explored her athletic naked body, she smiled, "Did you ogle everything you wanted? May I dress now?"
I stuttered, "You loook beautiful. Yees, you should get dreessed."
Doris dressed slowly in front of me, as if it was the most natural thing to do, and while doing it, she blurted, "I DID look at you in the shower, and I liked what I saw. You are probably 50, tall, handsome, head full of hair, nice chest muscles, good size dick. As I said before; if your character is acceptable, you are the total package."
I grinned, "Thank you. You are great too. By the way, I like your directness. If it's always the case, at least I will not have to worry about you talking behind my back."
"How long you and Mom are already together?"
"Several months."
"Are you 2 thinking of getting married sometime in the future, or your affair is strictly friends with benefits?"
I giggled, "For somebody who met me a couple of seconds earlier, you dig very deep."
"I was away for 4 years, but I like my mother. I hope you 2 have the same thoughts about the future."
"Loretta and I haven't discussed the future yet. These days, we enjoy the present. I don't know how your mother feels about commitment or what she sees as a hurdle to being happily married to me. But from my perspective, your mother fulfills 95% of what I'd look for in an ideal wife."
"What are the other 5%?"
That was the moment Loretta opened the door. She noticed Doris and rushed to hug her, "Darling, I didn't know you'd be here today. You look good. I see you met Chuck and didn't kill him yet. It's a good sign."
I said, "Ladies, rather than preparing dinner, let's go to a restaurant of your choice, agree?"
They looked at each other and Loretta commented, "A good idea. I did not make anything to eat, and with the shower I have to take, I'll start too late. Chuck, see if you can get a table at a seafood, Thai, or vegetarian restaurant for Doris."
On Tuesday, the weather channel predicted 2"-4" of snow the following day. As a result, at work we canceled all landscaping and planned to complete everything by the end of the week. I liked the idea of staying at home, sleeping late, and relaxing.
I was half asleep when Loretta left, and stayed in bed until 9 am. I put on my shorts and a tee shirt and was on my way to the bathroom, when I saw Doris's door open. I approached the door, and to my surprise, I saw her performing yoga poses while wearing only panties. She was with her back to me. I stopped and watched the show. Doris's body looked in great shape as she was doing a bridge, downward dog, low lunge, and other poses I never knew existed. Watching her gorgeous athletic body flawlessly carry out these difficult poses was inspiring. However, after the first minute, my eyes focused on her bouncing tits. They stood high on her chest, protruding proudly forward, and swaying erotically before me. My pecker reacted favorably, and 2 minutes later, pushed upward the waistband of my shorts.
I stood there for about 10 minutes, and then I heard Doris say, "Chuck, don't stand there. Come on in, and sit on the chair. Actually, I have a better idea: You can help me with poses I cannot do by myself."
I walked in slowly, feeling my penis straining the waistband. On the way, I attempted to rearrange my organ sideways, but she blurted, "Don't bother with it. Help me with a couple of poses, and I'll help YOU later." I hadn't seen her looking in my direction even once and couldn't understand how she saw and knew everything.
Doris must have guessed it and chuckled, "I always do yoga in front of a mirror. In this room, I do not have a large one, but if you look to my left, you'll see a small one. I noticed when you showed up and was happy to visualize the effect on your cock. As I told you the other day after the shower scene, it's an impressive one."
First, Doris placed me lying on the floor with my face down, stood above my waist, pulled my hands, and stretched backward in what she called Cobra Back Bend. Then She stood me up and asked me to bend forward while she performed Partner Back Stretch. She was very flexible...
Next, Doris said she wished to do a Partner Yoga Twist. She asked me to sit on the carpet and fold my legs. She did the same with her back leaning on mine, and then she instructed me to turn my chest to the right and with my right hand grab her left thigh. It was muscular and smooth. Next, her back turned to the right, and her hand moved toward my leg. However, it reached beyond my thigh; it grasped... my erect cock!
I blurted, "Doris, what are you doing?"
She giggled, "Oh, nothing. I just wanted to verify you were still interested. OK, Chuck, one last pose. It's called Couples Camel Pose. Both of us on our knees on the rug facing each other, holding the other one's forearms and stretch up with our heads back." Inevitably, our lower abdomens touched each other. My thighs were longer than hers, so my tumescent cock met her lower tummy. She asked me to hold like that for a moment while her upper pelvis ground my rod mercilessly...
I whispered, "Doris, is this really a yoga pose, or it's some kind of a game?"
She laughed, "It started as real yoga, but I saw its effect on you, so I turned it into a pleasant yoga game. Don't you like it?"
"I liked watching you doing yoga and helping you, but the way you play this game is too arousing, and you know it."
She hugged me, with her perky tits pressing against my lower chest, "Of course I know, but I promised to reciprocate, didn't I? I usually feel much better after my yoga exercises, and with your help, my muscles feel even better. Here, sit down on the chair, and I'll take care of you."
Next, she pushed me against the chair and knelt between my legs.
I held her shoulders at arm's length and asked, "What do you think you are about to do?"
Doris eyed me, "Suck you."
"Girl, I am dating your Mom. What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me. I know you have sex with my Mom, but right now you became horny because of me, and I see no reason why I shouldn't handle the situation that was my fault."
"It seems normal to you that I'll have sex with a mother and her daughter?"
"If YOU like it, and WE like it, I do not see an issue here."
"I do not recall your mother approving it."
"How would she? She had no idea you'd be aroused by me. I recommend you stop fighting, let me do my thing, and don't tell Mom. That way, both of us will have fun, and no harm done."
"So your solution is to do something behind your mother's back?"
Doris stared at my face with a smile, "Chuck, honey, we both know you want me to suck you, but you feel guilty about it. So let's make a deal: I'll give you a BJ, and you continue fucking Mom as before, so you won't feel bad I took anything from HER sexual privileges."
I removed my hands from her shoulders and muttered, "Geez, girl, I know you are liberal, but you have no morals, do you?"
"No, Chucky, I don't..." Then she pulled my shorts down, bent her head, spread her lips wide, and engulfed my helmet. She licked and milked it lightly, and then slid on it, accepting it into her mouth. Her oral cavity was hot and humid, stretching my cock further. When less than 1" remained outside her lips, her head started bobbing on my member. Initially, her movements were slow, and then began accelerating. At the same time, she applied more power to her sucking. I tweaked her marvelous breasts as she groaned on my prick. I mumbled, "Girl, you are too good; I won't be able to last long."
She raised her hand with a thumbs up sign, and then the palm moved to caress my hairy scrotum. I exploded in her mouth with the force of an average geyser, filling her mouth with hot lava. Doris expertly gulped everything she got. When I finished, she grinned, "You see, it wasn't that bad, now was it?"
"Fuck, girl, your mouth should be mentioned on Ripley's, believe it or not!"
Doris chortled, "I know. I've heard similar sentences from my former boyfriends. Look, I love various kinds of good sex, and an oral job is one of them. I separated from my last boyfriend after telling him I was moving back home, so if you wish, you can be a temporary replacement."
"Seriously, you have no problem doing these things behind your mother's back?"
"No, as long as you promise my mother will still get her fair share. By the way, it reminds me of something you said. You mentioned your relationship with Mom was 95% perfect. What was the missing 5%?"
"It's something personal and private. I do not think we should talk about it."
"Is it something to do with her looks? Her cooking? Something she hates about you?"
"Neither one."
"So why can't you tell me? Everything else should be solvable."
"Doris, you are very young, and I am much older. Before dating your mother, I was married. My first wife was an addict gambler, who would not stop wasting all our savings despite multiple warnings, so I left her. However, she was an ideal mate in any other aspect. For example, sex-wise, she had no limits. We could do it outdoors and use EVERY position. Your mother is more conservative, and certain things are off the table. If I didn't have my prior pleasant experience, I wouldn't even think of it, but now I miss 'things'..."
"Can you give me an example?"
"I emphasize again; your mother is dear to me. However, I used to have and liked anal sex, yet your mother refuses resolutely to entertain the idea or even try it once."
"Is there anything else that is considered 'A Major Thing' that is a hurdle in your relationship?"
"Not really."
She eyed me and blurted, "Chuck, I arrived here only short time ago, so there might be things I do not know yet, but I got the impression both Mom and you REALLY liked each other and perhaps even in love with each other. Right?"
"I think you are right."
"If your '95% perfect' becomes 100%, will you consider proposing to Mom?"
"Yes! We both lost our mates and found the other one to be a good partner for life."
"I have a suggestion, but please, listen until the end, then think about it for 24 hours before telling me your opinion. OK?"
"I hear you."
"Yesterday, when you were out, I had a frank discussion with Mom. Among other subjects, we talked about your relationship. I asked her point blank if she considered you a serious partner and a potential husband. She blushed and said she loved you, but you hadn't proposed to her. YOU just said that you would do it if the sexual 'limitations' could be solved. Well, I think you two belong together, and I have a practical solution: You marry Mom, and I'll complement Mom's duties sexually. After the wedding, I'll move to a small apartment nearby, and each time you get the urge to have a sexual act Mom does not like, I will be there for you." She stopped talking and glanced at me.
I was shocked again by Doris, "You love your Mom so much that if I wed her, you'll agree to all my whims in bed?!"
"Exactly!"
"Honey, I met you only a few days ago, and I am fond of you, but you have no clue what you are committing to..."
Doris laughed, "You may have skeletons in YOUR closet, but at the same time, you do not know much about my college life. I did a lot, and liked 99% of what I participated in. To name a few: Anal sex, lesbian sex, B&D, S&M, and orgies. My assumption is that your fantasies do not go beyond what I just mentioned, but in case they do, I'll be willing to give them a try."
"Is this a challenging bravado talk, or you mean what you said?"
"When can the two of us spend 2-3 hours together with Mom not around?"
"I don't know right now, but I can check and let you know tomorrow."
The following day, I called Doris from work to notify her that I arranged to take the next Monday morning off.
In the same evening, I returned from work and saw Loretta and Doris laughing. They had empty glasses with a half full bottle of white wine in the center of the table. I gazed at them quizzically.
Loretta said, "I just got a promotion. They made me a charge nurse for the morning shift. I'll also get a modest increase in my salary."
I kissed her lips, "Good for you! So now that you are rich, you can treat Doris and me to dinner at a good Thai restaurant."
"Funny, we thought the same thing. Reserve a table for 7 pm and we'll go."
Both ladies wore matching short black skirts and high heel shoes. When they showed up in the living room, I whistled appreciatively, "In the restaurant, every man will look at me, guessing I am as rich as Elon Musk. Why else would TWO gorgeous beauties choose me as their companion?" Loretta and Doris laughed.
As I predicted, the majority of the 15 males in the room raised their heads, ogled my ladies, and gave me a look that said, 'You do not deserve them!'
The evening was pure fun. Loretta was more cheerful than usual, likely happy about her promotion. I was happy to see her usually reserved attitude relax. Her joyful spirit stayed with her throughout the evening, and even later at home.
We went to sleep at 10 pm. In bed, she moved closer to me, kissed me dearly and winked, "Honey, I am in the mood. Interested? You choose whatever you like... except for the one we agreed not to mention."
I roughed her using a missionary position. After a short rest, she hugged me, "Chuck, dear, I love everything you do to me and... I love you."
I whispered, "I love you too, darling." But Doris's offer surfaced in my brain.
Monday morning, knowing I didn't have to go to work, I was happy to sleep longer. At 8: 45 am, I woke up, hearing the door open. Doris was carrying a tray with 2 hard boiled eggs, toast, cream cheese, orange juice, and coffee. It wasn't just the fresh breakfast that caught my eye; she was naked!
My cock began growing and raised my blanket. Doris chuckled, "Tell your unruly monster to take it easy. I am here to fulfill my promise but first have your breakfast."
I was done with the meal in a record time. I went to the bathroom, freshened up, and returned, undressing on the way.
Doris was already in bed. She grinned, "Sir, what is your pleasure?"
"I'd like to fuck your vagina first, but then cum in your ass."
"As you wish, but please, do not forget to lubricate me. I know you've done it with your former wife, but it was a long time ago, and being excited already, you may have forgotten part of the routine."
"No, I did not." I pulled from my drawer a small plastic bottle of KY jelly and placed it nearby. She smiled, "Good boy. By the way, while making your breakfast, I prepared mentally to be fucked, and I am quite horny already."
"Honey, I noticed it; when you brought my food, your nipples were contracted and pointy."
"But you didn't ogle my cunt; I was dripping too..."
"Great. So before fucking you I'll drink your juices."
"Sir, you do whatever your heart desires, but I warn you that when I am very horny, I cum multiple times."
"Thanks for the warning."
Next, I licked and lapped her abundant nectar. The odor was musky-fresh; earlier she apparently predicted that my face would probe her vulva and prepared accordingly. I barely touched her clitty with my tongue and felt her torso jerk, and her body shiver. She mumbled, "Oh god, I am cumming too soon..."
I moved up and penetrated her pussy with my engorged member. I found it tighter than expected; based on her stories of multiple sexual encounters, I thought it would be wider, but that wasn't the case. I began plowing her pussy. Her initial orgasm, which by now was on the decline, rose again with more vigorous trembling. I rammed into her with abandon, basking in the immense pleasure of constantly grinding her vaginal walls.
My arousal was increasing fast. It was time for an anal play. I placed her calves on my shoulders, smeared KY jelly on her crack, and inserted my forefinger into her butthole. Her shaking intensified, and she stuttered, "You aaare killling me. It's sooo gooood..." Seconds later, I added a second finger and moved both circularly to dilate the orifice. Doris's shuddering continued, and she seemed to be in the midst of status orgasm.
Next, I pulled my fingers out and gingerly advanced the spongy head into her agape puckered hole. Her sphincter struggled some but eventually gave in, and my pole invaded her anus. I waited patiently, letting the sphincter adjust to my thick organ, and then began pounding her ass.
Fucking an extremely tight hole is something that is difficult to explain to a novice. One has to do it in order to know what I am talking about. The feeling of cock being thoroughly squeezed is one of a kind!
Doris was in the throes of a massive, prolonged climax, so her sphincter kept spasming on my shaft, giving an extra boost to my utter pleasure. I drilled her relentlessly for like 10 minutes and then burst inside her bowels with a torrent of slimy sperm. Her sphincter efficiently prevented the blood from exiting my penis, acting like a tourniquet. This action kept my cock stiff like a rock. I happily continued thrusting in and out of her back hole for another 5 minutes, when my tool began shrinking.
Doris was out: Her eyes were shut with both pulse and breathing rate very rapid. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself, and returned to bed. Her respiration slowed down some, but her eyes were still closed. I caressed her sweaty body, eyeing her breathtaking tits.
Doris opened her eyes 15 minutes later. Her hands hugged me and then she mounted my body and gazed into my eyes. She murmured, "Chucky, you are an awesome lover. Marry my mother, and I'll be more than happy to be at your disposal when the opportunity occurs."
In the evening, as Loretta opened the front door, I went on one knee, took her hand, and asked. "Honey, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"
I saw tears in her eyes, "Yes, dear, I will."
I kissed her lips tenderly and sat at the table.
Loretta turned to Doris with a grin, "Do YOU want me to marry Chuck?"
Doris approached me, sat on my lap, buried my face in the valley of the queens, and mumbled, "I love my new Daddy..."
