Mature Elena's Smile Haunted Me

Tears now poured down her eyes. I went and hugged her, "Sorry. I didn't want to sadden you, but I don't get it. Can't he find a good paying job closer by?"

She sat on the sofa and began crying.

"Elena, please talk to me. I... love you."

"... Brenda doesn't know the whole truth, and I don't want her to know..."

"I promise to keep it a secret. What is going on?"

"Five years ago, Brenda's father was sent to Japan to establish a subsidiary in the country. He did a good job, and 6 months later, they invited him again. Since then, he told me the company wanted him to run quality control and supervise the facility. I asked him if he wanted all of us to move there, but he convinced me it was better for Brenda and me to stay here because of Brenda's school, the language barrier, and the unique Japanese customs. When I realized he hardly returned, I asked his boss if he could assign him to a job here in the USA. He surprised me by telling me it was my husband's request to work in Japan. A year later, he came for 2 weeks. I arranged his clothes and did his laundry. Among his clothes, I found a small, nicely wrapped box. I couldn't resist and opened it. It contained a diamond necklace with a note saying, 'To Aiko. I love you more than ever.' There was also a stuffed panda with a note, 'To our son on his 2nd year birthday.' I was devastated and sat there for almost an hour, not knowing what to do. I was afraid to tell Brenda and kept it a secret until now."

"Why don't you divorce him?"

"When we got married, Freddy insisted I didn't work. He said he earned enough for both of us, and I should be a home mama. I got pregnant soon after, and Brenda was born a year later. I accepted his argument and I didn't argue with him. So now, he is the breadwinner. The last thing I want is for Brenda to find out what kind of a jerk her father is. If at least he divorced me before having a child there, I'd be upset but understand. However, the current situation is surreal..."

I hugged her, "Elena, I'll be here for you."

She had a bitter smile, "Hunter, you are truly a man, but it's not the same. You'll go to school soon and forget about me."

I stared into her eyes, "Elena, you confided in me, telling me your biggest secret. Can I tell you my biggest secret?"

"Yes. Tell me."

"Only if you do not tell anybody."

"Not even Brenda?"

"Especially Brenda."

"I am curious. What is it?"

"Do you remember the end-of-school celebration?"

"Of course. It was not long ago."

"I sat with my parents and looked through my camera's zoom lens at the crowd. I saw Brenda, and on her left sat a pretty lady with a heartbreaking smile. I couldn't take my eyes off you throughout the event. I was hooked. The reason I approached Brenda when it was over was to meet you. Brenda assumed it was because of her. I can tell you that I like Brenda. A lot. She is a good girl. However, I am in love with you, not her..."

Elena inspected my eyes silently for a long moment. Then she whispered, "Hunter, it's too much for one day. Brenda's operation, talking about Freddy, and finding out my daughter's boyfriend has the hots for me - how much can I take?"

I hugged her, "Elena, I'll never make you do anything you feel uncomfortable doing. But now you understand why I care about you and do not want to see you being alone in the house."

She gazed at me again and cried, "You are handsome, gentlemanly, and fun to be with. I am sure every girl would love to date you. Why me?"

"Because you are the prettiest and the best."

"Oh, god. It's not only a young guy, half my age, who's obsessed with me, but no other than my daughter's boyfriend! Hunter, how do you expect me to react?"

"Elena, I have no clue. I just know I can see you constantly before my eyes, including in my dreams."

"So now I have a daughter in the hospital, a husband who doesn't love me anymore, and a guy who loves me too much. What is a woman to do?..."

I stayed quiet, knowing Elena had a lot on her mind. I kissed her forehead and told her I'd visit Brenda in the morning and planned to take her out later to a place of her choosing. I left shortly after.

We met in Brenda's room. She looked upbeat, "I have less pain, the nurses washed me, and I see in the window the day is nice. Mom, you shouldn't have cried - I am feeling much better."

If Brenda had only known her mother's cry may not have been caused by HER issue... Elena and I sat there and hardly talked. Fortunately, Brenda was so cheerful that she didn't pay attention. Before we left, she asked us, "Hunter, when and where do you take Mom next?"

I gazed at Elena. She smiled at her daughter, "This evening. Perhaps to a movie."

Brenda smiled at me, "That is fantastic. Mom loves old movies. Don't make her see mur*er and blood. She hates these. Find something good in landmark theater."

When we left, I said to Elena, "I hate to feel I impose MY feelings on you. I wish to take you out, but if our last night's discussion caused you to like me less, I'll understand."

Her smile was fake, "You don't get it, do you? I do not hate you or want you out of our life. I am struggling with your wish to change from Brenda to me. When Brenda and you started going out, you were like a stepson, and now you want me to accept you as more than that."

"Elena dear, hearing the way your husband treated you strengthened my will to care for you. You are such a wonderful lady that I cannot comprehend a man like him. If he cheated once, I'd understand it. We are all humans and make mistakes, but avoiding and ignoring YOUR needs for years is pure cruelty. You are a good woman and deserve much more."

She began crying. I hugged her, "Please Elena, don't. I love you." With tears in her eyes, she looked at my face.

I still don't know what made me do it but I kissed her lips tenderly. She lowered her face and whispered, "Oh, my god. I can't..."

"Elena, do you wish to see a movie this evening?"

I barely heard her voice, "You decide."

"I'll call you later about the time and when I'll pick you up."

An hour later, I called Elena, "Landmark theater shows Casablanca, The Way We Were, and Dirty Dancing. Which one would you like?"

"I've seen Casablanca many years ago. Dirty Dancing sounds OK. I heard Its a good one but never watched it.

"It starts at 7 pm. Will you be ready at 6:30?"

"Yes. I will."

I rang the door on time. She opened it and looked smashing: A long black dress and matching shoes, with little makeup and light lipstick, I sighed, "You break my heart."

She grinned, "Stop being so dramatic, and let's go."

Her mood has changed. She no longer seemed upset or sad. Did she act to make me feel good? Did Elena accept the new realities? I wished I knew.

I offered to buy popcorn and soda, but she declined.

The theater was almost empty. No wonder; these movies were already on multiple TV channels and streaming services.

The lights went off, and they displayed parts of the following month's features, including Love Story, Father of The Bride, and Notting Hill.

When the movie started, Elena took my hand in hers and mumbled, "You are very nice to me. I appreciate you spending time with me. I really like you."

I hugged her shoulder with one hand and held hers in my other. I was happy. The old film started with summer camp at the Catskills. Gradually, 'Baby' fell in love with the dance instructor, Johnny. I saw the romantic movie multiple times and could recite complete sentences, so my eyes shifted occasionally to Elena. Her eyes were focused on the screen. In the dim light, she looked gorgeous and... very desirable.

My finger began tracing a circle in her palm. She smiled and squeezed my hand. I enjoyed holding her small palm, and my forefinger traced something else. Letters.

She turned to me, "What did you write?"

"You don't want to know."

"I definitely do."

"...I love you..."

She murmured, "And I hate you."

"I don't believe it." I pulled her tenderly toward me so her head leaned on my chest. I caressed her shiny, long hair and whispered in her ear, "Your hair is too pretty for a cruel lady like you. May I cut it and smell it before I go to sleep?"

She glanced at me with a smile. I leaned and kissed her lips.

She mumbled, "Are you going to kiss me each time I look at you?"

"I plan to do it every opportunity I have."

"You are not fair."

"A long time ago, a smart person said that all is fair in love and war."

She squeezed my hand harder and sighed, "You are torturing me."

I lifted her chin and kissed her again, "I am sorry, but you torture me too."

For the rest of the movie, we didn't talk. She watched the screen and my hands slowly caressed her hair and palm, respectively.

When I drove her home, Elena asked, "Hunter, what am I going to do with you?"

"It's up to you, but if you ask me what I would want, it is to sleep in Brenda's room so I can see you more often."

She kept quiet for 5 minutes before asking, "If I agree to let you sleep in her room, will you behave?"

I stared at her and said, "I promise. And as I mentioned before - I love you and will NEVER do things you do not wish me to do."

"Do you need permission from your parents to sleep over?"

I chuckled, "My parents believe in being independent once I turned 18. They told me I was considered an adult and mature enough to make my own decisions for good and bad. They won't stand in my way and intervene in my life unless I called them for help."

"OK, you can sleep in Brenda's bed. But remember that in my own home, I do not dress up."

I smirked, "I won't complain if you dress down... but I know what you meant to say."

She laughed, "You are naughty. I should have spanked you."

"If you promise to kiss me afterward, I'll gladly accept my punishment."

"Can't you talk about something without embarrassing me?"

"Elena dear, you look your best when you smile and when you blush."

"After reaching my house, you still have to go to your home and bring necessities - You know; clothes, toiletries, etc."

"Be back in 35 minutes. Don't go anywhere."

She flashed me with her so-familiar smile, and I barely held myself from kissing her again. I drove home at 1000 miles per hour and was lucky there were no police around.

I arrived at her house half an hour later. She had showered already and wore a long robe. Elena said, "Your bed is ready. I arranged it for Brenda before her fall. You know where the bathroom and kitchen are, so feel at home. Good night."

"At home, I get a good night kiss before I go to sleep..."

She sighed, "Hunter, you are pushy."

"Nobody loves me here. I'll cry myself to sleep."

She laughed, "Come here, baby, and get your kiss."

I approached and kissed her lips softly. She didn't react and continued watching my eyes. I kissed her more firmly, and her lips parted, allowing my tongue to invade her mouth. She wobbled in my arms. I held her tight, and my tongue explored her oral cavity, encircling her trembling tongue. She moaned into my mouth.

The kiss lasted about a minute. When it was over, she rushed into her room and closed the door behind her. I brushed my teeth and went to Brenda's room.

I slept dream-free until 8 am. I walked out of the room wearing only my shorts and saw Elena working in the kitchen. She didn't see me. I went to the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth and shave. I exited and went to the kitchen.

Her eyes explored my body, "Not bad. God bless you with a great body."

"If you like it, may I get a reward?"

"What will it be?"

"A good kiss."

"I am scared of your kisses. Last time you kissed me, I almost fainted."

"Not to worry. If you faint in my arms, I'll perform CPR. I passed the course with flying colors: I'll apply chest massage and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, and you'll be as good as new in no time."

She winked, "Can I trust you?"

"You don't have to. Give it a try right now and you can see for yourself if my skills are sufficient."

She laughed, "I really like you. You say funny things while keeping a straight face like your ideas are the most natural things."

"Remember my goal. I love you, so anything that may get me closer to you, the better."

"Come here, bad boy, and eat your breakfast. It will keep your mind focused on food."

"If I like the meal, may I kiss you to thank you for the tasty food?"

"You have one track mind, don't you? Yes, you can, now, sit down and start eating."

I liked our banter. I could express my love and tell her I wanted her while boosting her shattered self-esteem due to Fred's moronic behavior. In addition, I got the impression Elena gradually began to give in to me while pretending to be reluctant about it.

I finished eating and approached her. I saw her special smile and stopped, watching her face.

She blurted, "Listen, you don't have to kiss me if you regret your wish."

"Ma'am, I do not regret it. I just love your breathtaking smile. The kiss is coming."

I took her in my arms, and I French-kissed her hard. She placed her arms around my neck as I hugged her tightly to me. My penis sensed her body and hardened speedily between us. Elena felt it and gyrated her tummy against it slowly.

It may have been a mistake, but I took it as a signal, and my palm cupped her covered breast gently. She gasped into my mouth but did not try to back off. My hand caressed the round orb tenderly, feeling her nipple stiffen under my fingers.

Seconds later, she disengaged, trying to balance herself, and said with a smile, "Honey, you are very dangerous. I shouldn't have trusted you. Your kiss is as close to a full sexual encounter as I've ever experienced. Bad boy!"

I smiled sweetly, "I have no clue what you mean. I hardly kissed you."

She smirked, "You mean you kissed me and got hard."

"That's YOUR fault. Your smell is intoxicating, your body was hand-made by god, and your terrific tits crushed my body. What reaction did you expect from a poor organ who didn't see action for several days?"

She whispered, "YOU are talking? What am I supposed to say, not having sex for almost a year?!..."

I took her in my arms again, "Elena, please..."

She pushed me with her hands, "No. Not... yet. We have to go visit Brenda. I hope she is doing better. The guilt trip is killing me."

"Will it help if I kiss you?"

"Go away, or I'll slap you with the wooden spoon. And dress up. Watching you half naked and knowing your not-so-hidden intentions makes me wet, which is a bad thing. Get dressed, and let's drive to the hospital."

I changed into denim and a simple shirt. Elena's eyes inspected my clothes. She sighed, "You look so good in any clothes. God help me..."

I kissed her lightly, and we left.

Brenda saw us, and her eyes brightened, "Mom, you look great. Does it mean Hunter is nice to you?"

Elena chuckled, "Too nice. I am trying to convince him to see other people, but he is too persuasive."

Brenda smiled and looked at me, "You look good, too, which means Mom and you get along. I like it. Keep it that way until I come back home."

Elena kissed Brenda's cheek, "We'll try. How do you feel today?"

"I feel better. No more narcotics. I started on less potent painkillers, and the pains are only mild. According to the doctor, if the new X-rays show enough healing, I'll start physical therapy by the end of the week."

Elena grinned, "Honey, that's great news."

Brenda smiled, "I want to get home before you two start killing each other."

I faked a cry, "Brenda, your mother is cruel to me. I am being nice to her - I offer to take her out whenever she feels like it. In return, I ask for simple things, and she refuses. Couldn't you educate her better?..."

Brenda looked at her Mom quizzically, while Elena could hold it and laughed loudly.

I said to Brenda, "You see, she is mocking me now. One day, I won't be able to take it and rough her up." Elena continued laughing, holding her tummy.

Brenda gazed at me, "Care to explain what is going on here?"

"It's simple. She enjoys it when I suffer."

At last, Elena stopped laughing and stuttered, trying to explain, "Doon't listen to him. Hee is joking. We get along well. He likes my meeals, and I tolerate his silly jokes. Get better sooon."

The medical team appeared at the door and signaled to us to leave. We kissed Brenda and left. I asked Elena, "Do you want to stop at Panera and grab lunch there?"

She smirked, "I see you fancy my meals less than before."

"I like your meals plenty, but once in a blue moon, you can rest and take a day off of working in the kitchen."

"As you say, boss."

"Can we switch - You'll be the boss now, and I'll assume that responsibility when we are home?"

"No, darling. If you are the boss at home, I'll have no protection. Sorry, absolutely no!"

"You are a nasty person. I'll tell the waitress to poison your meal."

She grinned, "I know you deserve better, so if you behave nicely, I might give you a SMALL kiss once we are home."

"Thank you, Mommy."

I ordered the meal and soda for both of us and went to the table. As Elena began eating, I folded my arms and looked at her. She stared at me, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I promised to behave, so I waited for you to permit me to start."

"Can't you be serious for once? I don't get it. How can you kid nonstop and still be a straight-A student?"

I bent and whispered in her ear, "I cheat on my exams and seduce all the teachers, especially the older males..."

She giggled and almost choked on her food. I laughed, "In the CPR, there is a chapter about the Heimlich procedure. I think I could perform it. But If you require a full CPR, I'd rather do it at home, where fewer eyes check how I use my lips and hands."

"Naughty. I wonder, did your mother ever wash your mouth with soap? I bet she didn't. She should have done it years ago."

I smiled. "Washing my mouth won't help. My brain is sick. And just so that you know, until I met you, I was the sweetest guy ever."

"Yes, blame me. Jerk. Let's go home. You misbehaved so no kissing today."

"May I have your phone, please?"

"Why?"

"I want to call the police and complain you refuse to kiss me."

"Hunter, please, let's go home."

"Only if you kiss me."

"OK, okay. Let's go."

I drove home faster than usual and Elena mumbled, "Are you in a hurry to get your prize? Because if that's the reason, you can drive slower and you'll still get it."

"Yes, I do. But I am hurrying so you have less time to renege on your promise."

She laughed wholeheartedly. I loved to see her so happy. With everything she went through, her life was not easy. Cheering her up was my first mission, although my cock tried hard to convince me it was my second most important one after having her body.

We arrived home. She rushed to the bathroom. I waited for her. By now I knew she'd be mine, and the only question was WHEN. I was determined to let her set the pace. Pushing my luck too soon could cause her further anguish.

Elena came out 20 minutes later. I sat nonchalantly in front of the TV set, pretending to watch a stupid sitcom. She crossed before me as if to look through the window and then strolled back to the kitchen. I didn't move.

"Hunter, I owe you something. I just can't remember what."

"Come here, and we'll try to remember together."

She sat on my right and gave me her beautiful smile. I gave up. Games are useful up to a point. She was ready, and I was anxious to take what I could without resorting to playing hard to get.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips very gently, whispering, "Honey, this one is to remind you I can be tender. But the next one will reveal what I really want."

She shivered slightly, hugged me, closed her eyes, and pouted her lips.

My lips spread hers, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. I milked it gently and then penetrated with mine, licking her palate and then letting it perform a loving dance with Elena's. She moaned, and her hand trailed my chest.

I continued French kissing her, and my hand covered her left breast. I began tweaking her heavy mammary. She groaned louder into my mouth, and her fingers started fumbling with my shirt's buttons. It served as permission for me to do the same.

My hand found her robe's opening, and I touched her bare skin. She trembled, and her lips clung harder to mine. My fingers moved down slowly, feeling her heart rate shooting up and chest heave. Shortly after, my fingers met her bare breast. It was smooth, warm, and felt like nothing I had ever felt before. I traced her nipple, and she shook violently in my arms.

I let my lips leave hers, and I whispered in her ear, "Elena, that's OK. I am with you. I won't do something you feel uncomfortable with. I just admire your heavenly body. I love to touch your huge tit. It's soft and firm at the same time. It's every man's dream! May I suck it, pretty please?"

Her shaking diminished slightly. Elena did not respond, but she arched her back forward, and her chest moved toward me. I gingerly loosened the belt, and her divine tits faced me in an unbelievable view. I wasn't sure if I wanted to lick, suck, knead, or devour them. I just wanted to drown between her twin beauties.

But it was Elena's first time with me, and she was scared, behaving like a bird trapped in a cage. I massaged her supple breast gently and then leaned my head and licked the nipple. It immediately contracted and hardened. Elena's moans grew louder as her hand moved from my pectorals south toward my muscular tummy.

I milked her left nipple, and my hand tweaked her other tit. She started whimpering, and her hand caressed my covered erection.

I moved to kiss her again, and her lips latched to mine as her hand massaged my tumescent prick harder. My hand moved to her flat, soft tummy. Her breathing turned fast and shallow. I continued downward, reaching the waistband of her low cut panties. When my fingers began trailing toward her mound, Elena's fingers started unzipping my fly. I felt her soft bush hair over her thin panties and gradually descended to her covered vulva. The material was soaked! I massaged her moist labia, and she spread her legs for me. I moved the cloth sideways and touched the drenched lips. Her mouth sucked my tongue hard as her palm found its way to my free pole. She rubbed, squeezed, and then bobbed her tiny hand on it.

I inserted my forefinger into her pussy, moving it slowly in a circular way and then in and out. A second finger followed. Elena's body continued trembling as our mouths and hands explored the other's body.

At one point, both of us were very aroused. She reluctantly let me remove my lips from hers, and I said, "Elena dear, Let's move to bed."

I carried her to the king size comfortable bed and laid her gently on her back. I parted her legs and moved in between. Then I bent, kissed her lightly, and murmured, "May I eat you?" She whispered, "Please, don't. I don't want you to hate my smell or taste. I want to feel you inside. I miss the feeling."

I began penetrating her snatch, feeling her tight canal. The large amount of self-lubrication made it more pleasant, and soon, my 7" was buried in her cunt. My hands started massaging her tits and gently pinching the nipples as my tool plowed her pussy. Elena's orgasm started when my pace was still slow. It was expected since her vagina had suffered a long drought and was very hungry.

As Elena's shaking became wilder, I accelerated my pace and shoved my cock more powerfully into her. She began crying and mumbling incoherent words and half sentences, "Pleease, I caan't. Oh goddd... Nooo! Haarder!"

I ignored her pleas, knowing her brain was floating somewhere else. I intensified my drilling to the highest level, feeling my climax was rapidly approaching. At the last minute, I pinched her left nipple roughly, moved my other hand to knead her clitoris, and rammed my cock into her savagely. I was sure her screams could be heard all the way to Canada, but I couldn't care. As her spasming cunt milked my rod, I erupted deep in her pussy, filling her with my hot lava. When I was done, I rolled to her side and kissed her forehead. She was out. Her respiration and pulse gradually returned to a normal range, but her eyes were still closed.

I kissed her lips and whispered in her ear, "I know you can hear me now. Honey, I love you more than anybody in the world." Her familiar smile appeared, and she mumbled, "If I survive the walk to the bathroom, I'll tell you how much I loved the way you handled my body."
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