Chapter 01.2
I caressed his flat tummy, "Johnny, I am already yours, what else do you want?"
"When will I see you again?"
"If you promise to behave professionally toward me at the office, I'll let YOU decide."
"How about tomorrow after work?"
"As long as you let me take a shower first, you are on."
"I have a suggestion: After work, we'll leave together and go to MY house."
"But I do not have clothes to change there."
"I have an idea: Would you like to move to my house? You'll have your own room with a nice private bathroom attached."
"Honey, we had sex only once, and you already made up your mind to invite me to move into your quarters?"
"Since I first saw you, I had a hunch we were meant to be together. It never occurred to me before. And so far, I haven't seen anything that showed me I was wrong."
"I'll move to your house, but I want to be more careful. I wish to keep this apartment for now, in case your hunch and conclusion were premature."
"Sonia, keep the apartment for as long as you want. I already paid for 6 months."
The following morning, we entered the office separately. I served him coffee and a donut. He winked at me and whispered, "I try very hard to resist my temptation to hug you. I miss you already."
I pointed a finger at him, "You better behave, or I'll tell my supervisor you harass me." He giggled.
My eyes followed all his moves at work. He seemed to be in an unusually charming mood, and his secretary whispered to me, "Look at him. Either he got a very good news, or he fell in love." I kept quiet.
After work, we left separately and met at his car. As I sat down, he French kissed me for a long moment, taking my breath away. I smiled, "Buddy, can't you wait until we are inside the house?"
"I resisted the whole day. It was so tough that I deserve a reward for it."
"If you are a good boy and wait, you'll get your prize at home."
"You are so cruel to me!"
"Honey, shut up and drive carefully, or our intimate meeting will be at the nearest hospital."
John drove faster than usual. I wanted to calm him down and gently fondled his thigh, but my fingers met his engorged pecker instead. I laughed, "God heavens, you behave like a child seeing a new toy. Can't you control yourself for 10 more minutes?"
"It's so hard..."
I rubbed his covered raging prick and smirked, "I know, I feel the hardness!"
He blurted, "At home, you'll pay for teasing me."
I grinned, "I do not believe you. You are all talk."
As he parked the car, I exited and rushed to the door. He opened it, grabbed my waist with his left arm, and literally tore my clothes off my body. I chuckled, "So now, if we choose to go out, I have nothing to wear."
He joked, "Even better. I love to watch you in the nude. You can stay like that all the time in the house."
"No, seriously, John, how can I leave the house without clothes?"
"First, since you were a tease, I want to conquer your body. Then, you'll wear a long coat I'll give you, and together we'll go to buy you new things."
I sighed, "You are such a brat! What did I find in you that I agreed to share your bed?..."
He grinned, "I have no idea, but I think we found chemistry, and I am very happy with you."
"So now what?"
"The truth? I'd like to have sex with you. After that, we'll go to buy you new things."
"HOW would you like to have me now?"
"What are the limits?"
"No limits. As long as you do not hurt me physically or emotionally, there are no limits."
"Are you familiar with a cowgirl position?"
I smiled, "It will be a pleasure to ride my boss."
Next, he lay on his back, and I climbed his body. I carefully sat on his erection and began playing horsy. Initially his eyes were mesmerized by my jiggling tits, but then his hands roughed them, and his pelvis countered my movements. I climaxed first, and he followed soon after. It was really enjoyable.
The trial month passed quickly. After work, our 'place' was the king size bed. We ate in bed, watched TV in bed, and had a lot of sex in bed. It turned out John repressed his passion for too long, and my arrival freed him to explore new horizons in this area. His sexual behavior resembled that of a 20 year old: Inquisitive, ready to experiment, everything goes... Our escapades expanded to do it on the soft carpet, on the kitchen table, the laundry machine, and on the open balcony. The positions included doggy, titfucking, and lately even anal. And everything I mentioned happened in only one month!
When the month was over, Johnny knelt on one knee and proposed to me. I agreed wholeheartedly. He bought me an engagement ring with a stunning 5 carat diamond. I had tears in my eyes and thanked him.
He suggested I'd stop working and prepare myself for a big wedding and then become a mother for his future children. On my last day at the office, some employees congratulated me, while other women were very jealous. The guys pretended to curse the boss for taking away their favorite beauty. I thanked everybody and left.
Subsequently, I completed the move to the big house and registered to the local sports facility. For our wedding, we invited 250 guests, out of which only 12 were from my side. The others included John's family, some other relatives, a few celebrities and many people who he had work relations with. It was too much for me: I had to wear an uncomfortable gown, smile a lot, dance with people I didn't know, and take a thousand photos. Eventually everything was over and I had a sigh of relief. After the wedding we went to bed, and for the first time in months, we didn't have sex before falling asleep.
I got pregnant with Matt in our second year together. We were elated: He was a cute baby, ate normally, grew normally, and very rarely got sick. I breastfed him for 6 months. John complained I preferred nursing our son than let HIM milk me, but it was just a joke. About a month and a half after Matt was born, John and I resumed our sexual encounters with renewed vigor.
During my pregnancy, my weight went up by almost 20 pounds, but 3 months after the delivery my weight was only 3 pounds above my initial one, mostly in my tits, which refused to shrink. Then I started again going 3 times a week to the health center and added twice weekly yoga classes. During these times, my elderly neighbor kept an eye on Matt and we paid her handsomely.
Two years after Matt was born, John and I discussed the possibility of having another child. He said, "Sonia, I love you and Matt. It's up to you if we have another baby." I wasn't sure about it and elected to let fate decide. I used no contraceptives and was surprised that after a year, I did not get pregnant. I went to my gynecologist, and she performed several diagnostic tests. Three weeks later, she notified me that I had multiple noncancerous tumors called Fibroids. Based on the sizes and location, the doctor was surprised Matt was even conceived and born. She notified me the likelihood of another baby was very remote. I was disappointed I may never be able to bring another child to the world, yet happy the tumors were not malignant. OK, if god (Or fate) decided on no more babies, we'd live happily just the 3 of us.
As Matt was growing up, John and I got settled down into our respective roles. He was spending much of his time at work and arrived home around 5 pm. Matt went to school and returned somewhat earlier. I waited for him and prepared a snack to keep his hunger in check until his father arrived and then I served dinner. Often I drove Matt to friends or for after school activities. I was proud of him: He was a good student, his body started to get his father's shape, and he had pleasant manners
At 16, Matt got his driver's license. John bought him a Honda Civic, and my driving him around was over. He spent less time at home as well. I missed chatting and seeing my son more often, but it was time for him to consider leaving the nest. John and I took advantage of Matt being so much out and rekindled our sexcapades. These were the good times.
However, as the saying goes: Everything good comes to an end. We were hit with a major disaster: One afternoon, rather than John arriving home, there was a soft knock on the door. Two policemen told me there was an accident involving 3 cars. John was one of the 2 casualties.
Matt and I were devastated. Hundreds attended the funeral. In the first week, I behaved like a zombie. I didn't care about food or dressing up and often burst into unrelenting cry. Matt was by my side most of the time and did whatever he could to make it easy on me, but I was inconsolable.
On the 7th day, he mumbled, "Mom, I have to return to school, otherwise I'll lose the year."
I said, "You are right. I love you, and you were terrific, but it's time for you to go back to your studies." I refused to have friends come by and gradually started to catch on.
One morning I told myself that John would hate to see me like that. I took a long shower, dressed nicely, and for an hour strolled in the nearby park. It gave me time to think. When I returned home, I called John's lawyer and asked him about my late husband's will. We arranged a meeting in his office the following day.
I arrived on time. He said he was sorry about John's demise, and read his will to me. In short, Matt would get $1,000,000 a year when he turned 21, and much of the money would go to different charities. The company and the rest of his wealth would all be mine. He requested me to be generous to the company's employees who were there for him in good times and bad.
I assembled the senior staff and announced, "Guys, you worked hard for my husband firm and I appreciate all your efforts. I cannot continue owning it since I know nothing about managing it or have the will to learn. I wish to sell it. Please come to me with a plan recommending how to do it and who to sell it to. Once you arrived to a conclusion, let me know it. Ten percent of the selling price I'll hand you to distribute it among the employees as you feel fit, and the rest will enter into my account."
All eyes were on me for a long moment, and then the most senior member said, "Ma'am, you know we loved your husband. It's not just that he owned the company; he built it and made it highly successful. He was a good and generous man. I think I represent the others around the table, saying that we agree that your idea is probably the best. Let us discuss the issue among ourselves, and we'll contact you and your lawyer when we find the best option."
Two weeks later, I was summoned again to the board room. I arrived with John's lawyer. The senior member showed me all kinds of numbers representing how the company was doing and it's market value. Much of what he talked about was over my head, but the lawyer assured me he understood everything and agreed.
In short, after selling the company and making the donations to charity, my total wealth was worth about 4 billion dollars (Yes, BILLION, with a B!). I was dizzy; one million dollars was a lot, and all of a sudden 4 billions?!...
For about a year, I busied myself reading, chatting, and exercising. My heart was empty: My prior emotions dried up, and I was numb. However, my physical needs, which were fulfilled to the rim when John was alive, began bothering me. I bought a set of sex toys and alternated them, but the relief was always very short. I started thinking about going online using a dating service, but Matt's 18th birthday was approaching, and I got distracted. He was in his senior year and was already accepted to a good college.
Matt told me he wished to celebrate it in our spacious basement, and planned to invite 6-10 of his best friends for a private party. It was his choice, and I agreed. As per his wish, I ordered food, cold drinks, and beers. Together we arranged sitting places, checked the large screen TV, and the music instruments. I helped him decorate the place and told him I wouldn't bother them, but I'd be upstairs in my room, in case he needed help with something.
Before the party, Matt asked me not to use my usual robe and dress up. I smiled to myself: He wanted to be proud of his Mom, so why not?
I wore a short red dress with matching color 2" heel shoes, put on a touch of red lipstick and looked in the mirror. I haven't done it in a long time. Tears poured as I remembered John asking me to dress sexily before going out.
When the time came, Matt's friends began showing up. All of them were in his class and were very tall. My son introduced me to the first 2 guys and then he took them downstairs. Later, one by one the others knocked on the door. I smiled at them and led them to the basement. Each one of them at one point ogled me with hungry eyes. It felt good: I still got it...
After the last guy descended downstairs, I went to my room and read for about half an hour. Then I walked to the bathroom. To my surprise, through the venting system I could hear the guys talking.
I peed, washed my hands, and was ready to leave when I heard one of the guys say, "Yes, Sidney Sweeney is hot, but I think Matt's Mom is even hotter."
I stopped and continued listening. Another guy commented, "Yes, she is a real MILF."
Matt chuckled and said, "Guys, stop that. She is my mother."
Another guy intervened, "So what? everything that was said only complimented her. Tell me the truth; don't YOU find her attractive?"
My son stuttered, "Yeees, but stiill..."
The first guy laughed, "I told you. I wish my mother was as sexy as yours. Matt, when you jack off, do you think about her or Lucy?"
Matt blurted, "Non of your business. Let's change the subject."
Then the boys began discussing football, and I exited the bathroom. So they thought I looked good and... sexy... Nobody addressed me that way in quite a while. My cunt became moist. I thought of closing my door and use my Jack Rabbit, but in the last minute changed my mind. I wore yoga pants and sports bra and did yoga poses in front of the mirror.
About 10 minutes into the session, I noticed slight movement by the door. I turned my head and saw one of Matt's friends standing there and watching me.
I smiled, "What happened? You got bored with your friends?"
He continued ogling me unabashedly and said, "We always talk about sports, and there is nothing new. I was looking for the bathroom and heard soft music, so I followed my ears. Seeing you perform so effortlessly these difficult poses is much more enticing."
"Honey, are you enjoying the moves, or your eyes inspect my body?"
He smiled mischievously, "Will you hate me if I say I like both?"
"I won't hate you."
"Do you mind if I continue watching your sexy body and the yoga?"
"Big boy, don't you think I am too old to be ogled by a teenager like you? Don't you have prettier spring chickens in your class?"
"We do have good looking girls, but I am more into mature ladies, and you just fit the bill."
I stopped posing and said, "It's a beautiful compliment that I'll cherish for years to come. However, you are too young. Try your luck again in a year or two."
He winked at me, "OK, ma'am. I got the message, but I assure you I'll try again." And then he left.
I stayed in my room, wondering if I forgot to close the door or if he entered uninvited with me not hearing him open the door. The whole scene was ridiculous, but it reminded me of Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate. Seeing this young guy's eyes exploring my barely covered breasts sent shivers through my spine, and my labia moistened...
The thought that crossed my mind revolved around John, who was much older than me, and our sexual encounters were fantastic. Younger guys may be less experienced, but have more stamina. I was in urgent need to rescue myself from the drought I was in since my husband's death. Matt's classmate was naughty and shameless, but his overt innuendoes made me feel warm...
Monday was hot as hell. It was very unusual for San Francisco. I decided to go to the beach. I haven't been on a sea shore for a long time and a change may do me good. I grabbed a large towel, a water bottle, and suntan lotion, called an Uber, and arrived at Baker Beach.
I strolled along the beach from south to north. I crossed to the north part and reached the clothing optional area. It was less beautiful than the south part, but the Golden Gate was closer and looked more impressive.
I removed my cover and remained in my white bikini. Many years ago, I bought it to impress John. The bottom part fit snuggly, while my tits probably filled more since that time, and the top barely contained my D+ size. The sun's heat was becoming too much, and I began spreading lotion on my legs. As I did it, I saw a very young guy sitting not far away, with a towel on his thighs, looking in my direction. He smiled at me. I smiled back and continued applying the lotion. Then I heard him, "Lady, if you need my help to do your back, let me know."
I finished my legs and did my tummy, shoulders, and neck, but there were areas on my back I could not reach. I glanced at him and mumbled, "Will you do my back, please?"
"I'll be happy to." He stood up, and only then I saw he was naked! His penis was partially erect. If I had known it before, I wouldn't have asked him to help, but it was too late now. I lay on my tummy and handed him the suntan lotion. He began spreading it slowly. His hands were very gentle, and his touch felt more like caressing than rubbing. It was sensual. I closed my eyes and let his hands smear the oily stuff on my backside. Gradually, his tender touch turned into massaging the stuff into my skin. He knew what he was doing. I felt relaxed and even purred.
Suddenly, he blurted, "If you continue wearing the bra, you'll end up with strap marks. Better release the straps." And without waiting for my approval, he unclasped the bra. I resigned to his strong hands, which continued rubbing lotion all over my back. As I enjoyed the free massage, his hands gradually began moving from my spine to my sides. Once his fingers reached my side boobs. I gasped, but assumed it was unintentional and let him continue. His hands moved to my shoulders, rubbed the back of my neck, and returned to my back, again moving from center laterally. The massage was very erotic, and I felt my pussy getting damp. I sensed his fingers slowly aiming for my sideboobs again. Not having sex for too long and feeling his pleasant touch, I became horny and chose to see how and when he'd achieve his goal.
As predicted, his fingers again carefully caressed my sideboobs. This time, my respiration and pulse turned faster. The young stranger was the first guy touching me there since John's death. I became aroused...
Next, I lifted my upper body slightly. He took it as a hint of acceptance, and his large hands cupped my tits. I turned on my back to look at him. With my bra straps released, my boobs became fully exposed. And then I noticed his dick. It was stiff, and as long and thick as my forearm. It was the most enormous monster I've ever seen. I was hypnotized, and I could not take my eyes off this marvelous tool. He smiled, "Yes, lady. It is a big one, but your tits are much more interesting." Without permission, his palms began kneading my mammaries. Involuntary moans escaped my mouth.
Geez, a very young guy fondles my boobs on a public beach. Rather than reprimand him and ask him to leave, I am being played with like clay in his hands! My mouth refused to talk, and my body froze under his magic touch.
Next, he whispered, "I love your sexy body. It's perfect. You seem to like mine as well. How do you feel if we continue our little game in a more comfortable place? I have a room in a hotel nearby."
I still couldn't talk and stared at him blankly. He helped me up, tied my top on my back, and led me to his car. My head was spinning: 'Sonia, what are you doing? You know nothing about him. Run away!' but I couldn't. My legs followed him to his car. He drove his car to My Rosegarden Guest Rooms. He held my hand, and we crossed the entrance and arrived at the yellow room.
Then he put me on the bed's edge and smiled, "It's time to take off your swimsuit."
I just sat there. He moved behind my back, released my top, helped me stand up, lowered my bottom, and his eyes inspected my body as if I was a piece of meat in the market. My brain was torn between several contrasting emotions: Shame, arousal, confusion, and helplessness.
He gently pushed me to lie on my back and stood before my head. He gingerly pulled my face toward his raging beast and ordered, "Suck it!"
I was still in a daze and didn't react. Next, he aimed the spongy head onto my lips and pushed it inside. My lips gave up and soon the large helmet was engulfed by my lips.
"Now suck it like a good girl!"
I woke up from my delirium with his giant pole in my mouth. Even if I wanted to retreat, I couldn't. His powerful hands held the back of my head, pushing it in. I began bobbing the huge organ, praying not to choke on it.
He let me do it for a couple of minutes and then removed it from my mouth, spread my legs apart, and penetrated my pussy. I was wet, but he was enormous, and it hurt. I screamed, and he caressed my cheek and whispered, "Take it easy, lady. I'll stop here and allow your cunt to widen and adjust to my cock. Then I'll fuck you, and you'll see stars."
Gradually the pain subsided, and he started pounding my vagina. He was way bigger than John, but the way he intensified his strokes was miraculous. My arousal increased so fast, that I came very soon after he began. He didn't stop. His plowing became harder and merciless, and my orgasm turned into a convulsion. I screamed like crazy, feeling I was in heaven. I could faintly hear what he was saying, "Your body is an art, but you are such a slut, aren't you?"
By this time, I cared about nothing but to keep having his humongous thing drilling my pussy and never stop. I had no idea how I reacted and what I said back to him. He rode my shaking body, roughed my nipples, and even French kissed me. I rode the huge climactic wave and woke up hearing him shout, "Now take it, bitch!" and then I felt his prick flooding me with a stream of slimy goo. After cumming, his member remained rock hard and he continued relentlessly ramming my vagina viciously for another 5 minutes. When he was done, I was sweaty and trembling wildly. We rested for 20 minutes before going to the bathroom.
I washed my body and face, and looked at myself in the mirror. The face of a harlot with disheveled hair stared at me. I looked terrible, but my body felt energized like I hadn't felt in decades. The experience was humiliating, but my body loved it. It was tough to admit it, but I needed that...
I entered the room and saw the young guy still naked, smirking at me, "Ma'am, I had a lot of fun. I noticed you were also on cloud nine. I don't even know your name."
I mumbled, "It's Rebecca Ferguson. Look, I need to go home."
He smiled, "Mine is Hugo Lecter. I'd love to meet you again." He scribbled his phone number and gave it to me.
I dressed up, went out, called an Uber, and an hour later, I was back at home.
I lay in my bathtub for hours, thinking about what happened. Was I taken advantage of? Did I agree to everything? How did it happen that my climax was so powerful? Am I a slut now? Will I do it again?
So many questions and no answers. Yet...
"When will I see you again?"
"If you promise to behave professionally toward me at the office, I'll let YOU decide."
"How about tomorrow after work?"
"As long as you let me take a shower first, you are on."
"I have a suggestion: After work, we'll leave together and go to MY house."
"But I do not have clothes to change there."
"I have an idea: Would you like to move to my house? You'll have your own room with a nice private bathroom attached."
"Honey, we had sex only once, and you already made up your mind to invite me to move into your quarters?"
"Since I first saw you, I had a hunch we were meant to be together. It never occurred to me before. And so far, I haven't seen anything that showed me I was wrong."
"I'll move to your house, but I want to be more careful. I wish to keep this apartment for now, in case your hunch and conclusion were premature."
"Sonia, keep the apartment for as long as you want. I already paid for 6 months."
The following morning, we entered the office separately. I served him coffee and a donut. He winked at me and whispered, "I try very hard to resist my temptation to hug you. I miss you already."
I pointed a finger at him, "You better behave, or I'll tell my supervisor you harass me." He giggled.
My eyes followed all his moves at work. He seemed to be in an unusually charming mood, and his secretary whispered to me, "Look at him. Either he got a very good news, or he fell in love." I kept quiet.
After work, we left separately and met at his car. As I sat down, he French kissed me for a long moment, taking my breath away. I smiled, "Buddy, can't you wait until we are inside the house?"
"I resisted the whole day. It was so tough that I deserve a reward for it."
"If you are a good boy and wait, you'll get your prize at home."
"You are so cruel to me!"
"Honey, shut up and drive carefully, or our intimate meeting will be at the nearest hospital."
John drove faster than usual. I wanted to calm him down and gently fondled his thigh, but my fingers met his engorged pecker instead. I laughed, "God heavens, you behave like a child seeing a new toy. Can't you control yourself for 10 more minutes?"
"It's so hard..."
I rubbed his covered raging prick and smirked, "I know, I feel the hardness!"
He blurted, "At home, you'll pay for teasing me."
I grinned, "I do not believe you. You are all talk."
As he parked the car, I exited and rushed to the door. He opened it, grabbed my waist with his left arm, and literally tore my clothes off my body. I chuckled, "So now, if we choose to go out, I have nothing to wear."
He joked, "Even better. I love to watch you in the nude. You can stay like that all the time in the house."
"No, seriously, John, how can I leave the house without clothes?"
"First, since you were a tease, I want to conquer your body. Then, you'll wear a long coat I'll give you, and together we'll go to buy you new things."
I sighed, "You are such a brat! What did I find in you that I agreed to share your bed?..."
He grinned, "I have no idea, but I think we found chemistry, and I am very happy with you."
"So now what?"
"The truth? I'd like to have sex with you. After that, we'll go to buy you new things."
"HOW would you like to have me now?"
"What are the limits?"
"No limits. As long as you do not hurt me physically or emotionally, there are no limits."
"Are you familiar with a cowgirl position?"
I smiled, "It will be a pleasure to ride my boss."
Next, he lay on his back, and I climbed his body. I carefully sat on his erection and began playing horsy. Initially his eyes were mesmerized by my jiggling tits, but then his hands roughed them, and his pelvis countered my movements. I climaxed first, and he followed soon after. It was really enjoyable.
The trial month passed quickly. After work, our 'place' was the king size bed. We ate in bed, watched TV in bed, and had a lot of sex in bed. It turned out John repressed his passion for too long, and my arrival freed him to explore new horizons in this area. His sexual behavior resembled that of a 20 year old: Inquisitive, ready to experiment, everything goes... Our escapades expanded to do it on the soft carpet, on the kitchen table, the laundry machine, and on the open balcony. The positions included doggy, titfucking, and lately even anal. And everything I mentioned happened in only one month!
When the month was over, Johnny knelt on one knee and proposed to me. I agreed wholeheartedly. He bought me an engagement ring with a stunning 5 carat diamond. I had tears in my eyes and thanked him.
He suggested I'd stop working and prepare myself for a big wedding and then become a mother for his future children. On my last day at the office, some employees congratulated me, while other women were very jealous. The guys pretended to curse the boss for taking away their favorite beauty. I thanked everybody and left.
Subsequently, I completed the move to the big house and registered to the local sports facility. For our wedding, we invited 250 guests, out of which only 12 were from my side. The others included John's family, some other relatives, a few celebrities and many people who he had work relations with. It was too much for me: I had to wear an uncomfortable gown, smile a lot, dance with people I didn't know, and take a thousand photos. Eventually everything was over and I had a sigh of relief. After the wedding we went to bed, and for the first time in months, we didn't have sex before falling asleep.
I got pregnant with Matt in our second year together. We were elated: He was a cute baby, ate normally, grew normally, and very rarely got sick. I breastfed him for 6 months. John complained I preferred nursing our son than let HIM milk me, but it was just a joke. About a month and a half after Matt was born, John and I resumed our sexual encounters with renewed vigor.
During my pregnancy, my weight went up by almost 20 pounds, but 3 months after the delivery my weight was only 3 pounds above my initial one, mostly in my tits, which refused to shrink. Then I started again going 3 times a week to the health center and added twice weekly yoga classes. During these times, my elderly neighbor kept an eye on Matt and we paid her handsomely.
Two years after Matt was born, John and I discussed the possibility of having another child. He said, "Sonia, I love you and Matt. It's up to you if we have another baby." I wasn't sure about it and elected to let fate decide. I used no contraceptives and was surprised that after a year, I did not get pregnant. I went to my gynecologist, and she performed several diagnostic tests. Three weeks later, she notified me that I had multiple noncancerous tumors called Fibroids. Based on the sizes and location, the doctor was surprised Matt was even conceived and born. She notified me the likelihood of another baby was very remote. I was disappointed I may never be able to bring another child to the world, yet happy the tumors were not malignant. OK, if god (Or fate) decided on no more babies, we'd live happily just the 3 of us.
As Matt was growing up, John and I got settled down into our respective roles. He was spending much of his time at work and arrived home around 5 pm. Matt went to school and returned somewhat earlier. I waited for him and prepared a snack to keep his hunger in check until his father arrived and then I served dinner. Often I drove Matt to friends or for after school activities. I was proud of him: He was a good student, his body started to get his father's shape, and he had pleasant manners
At 16, Matt got his driver's license. John bought him a Honda Civic, and my driving him around was over. He spent less time at home as well. I missed chatting and seeing my son more often, but it was time for him to consider leaving the nest. John and I took advantage of Matt being so much out and rekindled our sexcapades. These were the good times.
However, as the saying goes: Everything good comes to an end. We were hit with a major disaster: One afternoon, rather than John arriving home, there was a soft knock on the door. Two policemen told me there was an accident involving 3 cars. John was one of the 2 casualties.
Matt and I were devastated. Hundreds attended the funeral. In the first week, I behaved like a zombie. I didn't care about food or dressing up and often burst into unrelenting cry. Matt was by my side most of the time and did whatever he could to make it easy on me, but I was inconsolable.
On the 7th day, he mumbled, "Mom, I have to return to school, otherwise I'll lose the year."
I said, "You are right. I love you, and you were terrific, but it's time for you to go back to your studies." I refused to have friends come by and gradually started to catch on.
One morning I told myself that John would hate to see me like that. I took a long shower, dressed nicely, and for an hour strolled in the nearby park. It gave me time to think. When I returned home, I called John's lawyer and asked him about my late husband's will. We arranged a meeting in his office the following day.
I arrived on time. He said he was sorry about John's demise, and read his will to me. In short, Matt would get $1,000,000 a year when he turned 21, and much of the money would go to different charities. The company and the rest of his wealth would all be mine. He requested me to be generous to the company's employees who were there for him in good times and bad.
I assembled the senior staff and announced, "Guys, you worked hard for my husband firm and I appreciate all your efforts. I cannot continue owning it since I know nothing about managing it or have the will to learn. I wish to sell it. Please come to me with a plan recommending how to do it and who to sell it to. Once you arrived to a conclusion, let me know it. Ten percent of the selling price I'll hand you to distribute it among the employees as you feel fit, and the rest will enter into my account."
All eyes were on me for a long moment, and then the most senior member said, "Ma'am, you know we loved your husband. It's not just that he owned the company; he built it and made it highly successful. He was a good and generous man. I think I represent the others around the table, saying that we agree that your idea is probably the best. Let us discuss the issue among ourselves, and we'll contact you and your lawyer when we find the best option."
Two weeks later, I was summoned again to the board room. I arrived with John's lawyer. The senior member showed me all kinds of numbers representing how the company was doing and it's market value. Much of what he talked about was over my head, but the lawyer assured me he understood everything and agreed.
In short, after selling the company and making the donations to charity, my total wealth was worth about 4 billion dollars (Yes, BILLION, with a B!). I was dizzy; one million dollars was a lot, and all of a sudden 4 billions?!...
For about a year, I busied myself reading, chatting, and exercising. My heart was empty: My prior emotions dried up, and I was numb. However, my physical needs, which were fulfilled to the rim when John was alive, began bothering me. I bought a set of sex toys and alternated them, but the relief was always very short. I started thinking about going online using a dating service, but Matt's 18th birthday was approaching, and I got distracted. He was in his senior year and was already accepted to a good college.
Matt told me he wished to celebrate it in our spacious basement, and planned to invite 6-10 of his best friends for a private party. It was his choice, and I agreed. As per his wish, I ordered food, cold drinks, and beers. Together we arranged sitting places, checked the large screen TV, and the music instruments. I helped him decorate the place and told him I wouldn't bother them, but I'd be upstairs in my room, in case he needed help with something.
Before the party, Matt asked me not to use my usual robe and dress up. I smiled to myself: He wanted to be proud of his Mom, so why not?
I wore a short red dress with matching color 2" heel shoes, put on a touch of red lipstick and looked in the mirror. I haven't done it in a long time. Tears poured as I remembered John asking me to dress sexily before going out.
When the time came, Matt's friends began showing up. All of them were in his class and were very tall. My son introduced me to the first 2 guys and then he took them downstairs. Later, one by one the others knocked on the door. I smiled at them and led them to the basement. Each one of them at one point ogled me with hungry eyes. It felt good: I still got it...
After the last guy descended downstairs, I went to my room and read for about half an hour. Then I walked to the bathroom. To my surprise, through the venting system I could hear the guys talking.
I peed, washed my hands, and was ready to leave when I heard one of the guys say, "Yes, Sidney Sweeney is hot, but I think Matt's Mom is even hotter."
I stopped and continued listening. Another guy commented, "Yes, she is a real MILF."
Matt chuckled and said, "Guys, stop that. She is my mother."
Another guy intervened, "So what? everything that was said only complimented her. Tell me the truth; don't YOU find her attractive?"
My son stuttered, "Yeees, but stiill..."
The first guy laughed, "I told you. I wish my mother was as sexy as yours. Matt, when you jack off, do you think about her or Lucy?"
Matt blurted, "Non of your business. Let's change the subject."
Then the boys began discussing football, and I exited the bathroom. So they thought I looked good and... sexy... Nobody addressed me that way in quite a while. My cunt became moist. I thought of closing my door and use my Jack Rabbit, but in the last minute changed my mind. I wore yoga pants and sports bra and did yoga poses in front of the mirror.
About 10 minutes into the session, I noticed slight movement by the door. I turned my head and saw one of Matt's friends standing there and watching me.
I smiled, "What happened? You got bored with your friends?"
He continued ogling me unabashedly and said, "We always talk about sports, and there is nothing new. I was looking for the bathroom and heard soft music, so I followed my ears. Seeing you perform so effortlessly these difficult poses is much more enticing."
"Honey, are you enjoying the moves, or your eyes inspect my body?"
He smiled mischievously, "Will you hate me if I say I like both?"
"I won't hate you."
"Do you mind if I continue watching your sexy body and the yoga?"
"Big boy, don't you think I am too old to be ogled by a teenager like you? Don't you have prettier spring chickens in your class?"
"We do have good looking girls, but I am more into mature ladies, and you just fit the bill."
I stopped posing and said, "It's a beautiful compliment that I'll cherish for years to come. However, you are too young. Try your luck again in a year or two."
He winked at me, "OK, ma'am. I got the message, but I assure you I'll try again." And then he left.
I stayed in my room, wondering if I forgot to close the door or if he entered uninvited with me not hearing him open the door. The whole scene was ridiculous, but it reminded me of Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate. Seeing this young guy's eyes exploring my barely covered breasts sent shivers through my spine, and my labia moistened...
The thought that crossed my mind revolved around John, who was much older than me, and our sexual encounters were fantastic. Younger guys may be less experienced, but have more stamina. I was in urgent need to rescue myself from the drought I was in since my husband's death. Matt's classmate was naughty and shameless, but his overt innuendoes made me feel warm...
Monday was hot as hell. It was very unusual for San Francisco. I decided to go to the beach. I haven't been on a sea shore for a long time and a change may do me good. I grabbed a large towel, a water bottle, and suntan lotion, called an Uber, and arrived at Baker Beach.
I strolled along the beach from south to north. I crossed to the north part and reached the clothing optional area. It was less beautiful than the south part, but the Golden Gate was closer and looked more impressive.
I removed my cover and remained in my white bikini. Many years ago, I bought it to impress John. The bottom part fit snuggly, while my tits probably filled more since that time, and the top barely contained my D+ size. The sun's heat was becoming too much, and I began spreading lotion on my legs. As I did it, I saw a very young guy sitting not far away, with a towel on his thighs, looking in my direction. He smiled at me. I smiled back and continued applying the lotion. Then I heard him, "Lady, if you need my help to do your back, let me know."
I finished my legs and did my tummy, shoulders, and neck, but there were areas on my back I could not reach. I glanced at him and mumbled, "Will you do my back, please?"
"I'll be happy to." He stood up, and only then I saw he was naked! His penis was partially erect. If I had known it before, I wouldn't have asked him to help, but it was too late now. I lay on my tummy and handed him the suntan lotion. He began spreading it slowly. His hands were very gentle, and his touch felt more like caressing than rubbing. It was sensual. I closed my eyes and let his hands smear the oily stuff on my backside. Gradually, his tender touch turned into massaging the stuff into my skin. He knew what he was doing. I felt relaxed and even purred.
Suddenly, he blurted, "If you continue wearing the bra, you'll end up with strap marks. Better release the straps." And without waiting for my approval, he unclasped the bra. I resigned to his strong hands, which continued rubbing lotion all over my back. As I enjoyed the free massage, his hands gradually began moving from my spine to my sides. Once his fingers reached my side boobs. I gasped, but assumed it was unintentional and let him continue. His hands moved to my shoulders, rubbed the back of my neck, and returned to my back, again moving from center laterally. The massage was very erotic, and I felt my pussy getting damp. I sensed his fingers slowly aiming for my sideboobs again. Not having sex for too long and feeling his pleasant touch, I became horny and chose to see how and when he'd achieve his goal.
As predicted, his fingers again carefully caressed my sideboobs. This time, my respiration and pulse turned faster. The young stranger was the first guy touching me there since John's death. I became aroused...
Next, I lifted my upper body slightly. He took it as a hint of acceptance, and his large hands cupped my tits. I turned on my back to look at him. With my bra straps released, my boobs became fully exposed. And then I noticed his dick. It was stiff, and as long and thick as my forearm. It was the most enormous monster I've ever seen. I was hypnotized, and I could not take my eyes off this marvelous tool. He smiled, "Yes, lady. It is a big one, but your tits are much more interesting." Without permission, his palms began kneading my mammaries. Involuntary moans escaped my mouth.
Geez, a very young guy fondles my boobs on a public beach. Rather than reprimand him and ask him to leave, I am being played with like clay in his hands! My mouth refused to talk, and my body froze under his magic touch.
Next, he whispered, "I love your sexy body. It's perfect. You seem to like mine as well. How do you feel if we continue our little game in a more comfortable place? I have a room in a hotel nearby."
I still couldn't talk and stared at him blankly. He helped me up, tied my top on my back, and led me to his car. My head was spinning: 'Sonia, what are you doing? You know nothing about him. Run away!' but I couldn't. My legs followed him to his car. He drove his car to My Rosegarden Guest Rooms. He held my hand, and we crossed the entrance and arrived at the yellow room.
Then he put me on the bed's edge and smiled, "It's time to take off your swimsuit."
I just sat there. He moved behind my back, released my top, helped me stand up, lowered my bottom, and his eyes inspected my body as if I was a piece of meat in the market. My brain was torn between several contrasting emotions: Shame, arousal, confusion, and helplessness.
He gently pushed me to lie on my back and stood before my head. He gingerly pulled my face toward his raging beast and ordered, "Suck it!"
I was still in a daze and didn't react. Next, he aimed the spongy head onto my lips and pushed it inside. My lips gave up and soon the large helmet was engulfed by my lips.
"Now suck it like a good girl!"
I woke up from my delirium with his giant pole in my mouth. Even if I wanted to retreat, I couldn't. His powerful hands held the back of my head, pushing it in. I began bobbing the huge organ, praying not to choke on it.
He let me do it for a couple of minutes and then removed it from my mouth, spread my legs apart, and penetrated my pussy. I was wet, but he was enormous, and it hurt. I screamed, and he caressed my cheek and whispered, "Take it easy, lady. I'll stop here and allow your cunt to widen and adjust to my cock. Then I'll fuck you, and you'll see stars."
Gradually the pain subsided, and he started pounding my vagina. He was way bigger than John, but the way he intensified his strokes was miraculous. My arousal increased so fast, that I came very soon after he began. He didn't stop. His plowing became harder and merciless, and my orgasm turned into a convulsion. I screamed like crazy, feeling I was in heaven. I could faintly hear what he was saying, "Your body is an art, but you are such a slut, aren't you?"
By this time, I cared about nothing but to keep having his humongous thing drilling my pussy and never stop. I had no idea how I reacted and what I said back to him. He rode my shaking body, roughed my nipples, and even French kissed me. I rode the huge climactic wave and woke up hearing him shout, "Now take it, bitch!" and then I felt his prick flooding me with a stream of slimy goo. After cumming, his member remained rock hard and he continued relentlessly ramming my vagina viciously for another 5 minutes. When he was done, I was sweaty and trembling wildly. We rested for 20 minutes before going to the bathroom.
I washed my body and face, and looked at myself in the mirror. The face of a harlot with disheveled hair stared at me. I looked terrible, but my body felt energized like I hadn't felt in decades. The experience was humiliating, but my body loved it. It was tough to admit it, but I needed that...
I entered the room and saw the young guy still naked, smirking at me, "Ma'am, I had a lot of fun. I noticed you were also on cloud nine. I don't even know your name."
I mumbled, "It's Rebecca Ferguson. Look, I need to go home."
He smiled, "Mine is Hugo Lecter. I'd love to meet you again." He scribbled his phone number and gave it to me.
I dressed up, went out, called an Uber, and an hour later, I was back at home.
I lay in my bathtub for hours, thinking about what happened. Was I taken advantage of? Did I agree to everything? How did it happen that my climax was so powerful? Am I a slut now? Will I do it again?
So many questions and no answers. Yet...
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