Erotic stories – I knew Sharon for practically all of my life. I was best friends with her son, who the same age I was at the time, 18. Growing up, I saw a lot of her and vice versa. It was your typical kid vs. mean parent kind of relationship, and I honestly never considered her as any immediate choice in as far as mates, or someone to make love to. She was just my friend’s mom, and it didn’t go beyond that… at least until tragedy struck.
While having a spat with his old man, my best friend was killed in a horrific car crash on the way to my house late one night. It was a key event in forever determining the rest of my life, and whom I would spend it with. I had never lost anyone close to me, and the loss was quite traumatic. I had many people to turn to, and thankfully, my (then) girlfriend came to my side as one would hope to expect during a terrible time.
During this ordeal, I felt it was on my shoulders to visit each friend and family member of my buddy. I felt that was what I had to do, and I did it without question or regard. I felt as if some of it was my fault, and at times, blamed myself for his death. It was, for an 18-year-old, a sort of “hell on earth” if you will.
His mother Sharon lived downtown in a plush condominium by herself, and had not remarried or dated much since her divorce 8 years prior. I didn’t understand why she was single, but didn’t really give it much thought. She wasn’t ugly by any means… she stood about 5’4″, and had a rich hourglass figure with a fantastic wide ass that I often looked for in my girlfriends’ closer to my age. She was Jewish, so she was genetically disposed for bountiful sweeping curves for any man or woman to admire and love. To me, she looked liked Barbara Streisand with the same deep buttery skin that just begged for or an appreciative tongue. She had shoulder length brown hair, and wasn’t someone that would make you drop your jaw at first glance. Sharon was the kind of woman you had to do a double take on, and seek out the beauty within.
I had grown into a young man with speed and determination, and I only saw Sharon in passing a handful of times prior to my friend’s death. I still looked upon Sharon as the ‘mean old mom’ but as with any women I knew, I began noticing her in modest, passing moments. Before my friend died, I had caught several glimpses of Sharon on the way out the door, or in the kitchen during my visits. Of course, I never said a thing to anyone, but privately, I had welcomed the fleeting sinful thoughts of what it would be like to bed Sharon.
Before puberty, Sharon was just a woman with nice thick dark hair and a big ass… now, as a man, that ass started to look very enticing to my wandering eye.
But this wasn’t the time to let a selfish fantasy come between a grieving mother and me.
When I arrived, Sharon answered the door with reddened eyes and a raspy voice. Dressed in an ankle length fluffy pink robe, I could tell she had let herself go for the night as a bottle of wine was out sitting beside a box of tissues. I could tell she had been crying, and without a beat, I took her into my arms as she let loose in my embrace. I too began to weep as the reality once again hit us both, and we found solace in our enduring embrace.
Anything remotely sexual was the very last thing on my mind this night, and I did my best to comfort this heart broken woman of 38 years. I walked her to the couch as I sat beside her to pamper her in whatever way I could. We were both smokers then, so we shared cigarettes as the tears subsided. Propping her legs up on a stool, I got a clear shot at her nice smooth and dark glossy skin of her legs until the folds of the robe creased below her knees. I had come to ADORE glossy tan skin in my youth, but set that urge aside for the moment… but the instant that skin came into view, it struck a nerve deep within me. Something or someone had pulled a trigger.
I must have smoked half a pack as I never left Sharon’s side that night. We both laughed, shared, and cried as all we could do was remedy our wounds just by being with each other. But throughout my time there, I kept sneaking peeks at Sharon’s unclad, oily legs… even the innocent sight was enough to get a young man’s eye, and for a split instant, I actually wanted to find out what it would be like to make love to my best friend’s mother.
I immediately butchered that thought as we both noticed it was 30 minutes past midnight. I felt I should end it, but with both of us out of school and work for the funeral, I settled back onto the couch and lit another smoke. It was then Sharon got up from the couch to go into the kitchen, giving me a nice long look at her sweet hourglass body, all tucked beneath that robe I wanted to see slip off with each passing moment. And as my instincts surfaced, my eyes fell to her luscious wide ass and gloriously round hips. I cursed myself for never taking notice sooner as I lowered my head in shame as I tried to put those morbid thoughts out of my mind.
Finally, after some wonderful conversation and countless stolen glances– around 2:20am, I told Sharon I had to leave. Walking me to the door, she gave me a long meaningful hug at the door. This time, I intentionally lowered my arms so I could swallow her small waist in my arms. In doing so, I let out a low moan of comfort and peace… kind of like sticking my toe into the water to see if I liked it.
And I did.
Sharon whimpered too as we both lingered in each other’s warm embrace.
“I’m so glad you came by.” She softly said.
“I am too.” I replied as I leaned back, trying to be a good boy.
We both looked into the other’s eyes, and gave a much-needed smile. By now, her robe had slightly fallen apart, giving just the faintest hint of her savory large sized breasts that hung deep in the shadows of that damn robe. I secretly swore to myself that my mission was to shred that damn robe off from that bronzed flesh, and soon. The conflict within got to me… here I came down to provide comfort and sympathy to a grieving mother who had just lost her son, and all I would walk away with was a massive boner that wanted to stab her repeatedly for as long as one could endure.
As we drifted apart, her right hand lingered on my face as I took a step outside into the frigid winter night. I sensed she wanted to say something else and stood by as silence got the best of us.
“You turned out so handsome, Chris.” She complimented me, running her fingertips in my hair.
I did my best “Awww-shucks” kind of smile, and bashfully thanked her. After all, she was still that mother figure to me, and to hear that was almost as embarrassing.
“I wish I was.” Was all I could say in return.
“Ooh, you’re girlfriend is one lucky girl.” She said, letting go of my hair.
I could tell she was regressing back to her old self, as I knew it was time to leave. As I said my last goodbye, I turned to walk off, but then stopped… I wanted to end it better than this.
“Can I call you tomorrow? Just to see how you are?” I asked with a concerned smile.
Sharon’s heart melted as I could see it in her eyes. She didn’t say anything, but I knew I had triggered something deep within her … just as she did to me earlier when I saw those greasy bronzed legs.
“No, I just meant… you know, just to check in. I’m sorry if I…” I started as she interrupted.
“No, its okay.” She tried to say amidst the tears. “I just… I just can’t remember the last time someone wanted to do that.”
I looked at her, as if to say, “Really?” but my face said it all. I found that hard to believe.
“Well, I mean it.” I started. “You’re my best buddy’s mom, and… maybe that can helps things for the better.” I stammered.
Of course what I really wanted to say was that I wanted to bury my face in her big tits, and grasp her cloying ass with my hands.
Sharon paused, and leaned against the glass door with a slight smile.
“I’d like that.” She replied.
“Then I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I shot back before walking off.
As I walked off, I noticed her smile grow to a beaming grin as it ended with the hopeful prospect of something… dare I say, romantic? Me with a 38 year old woman? The mother of my best friend? Oh my God, what was I thinking? All the way home, I couldn’t get her smile out of my mind. Honestly, I was sick of my current girlfriend and her ridiculous behavior. She and I had run our relationship to its finish, and I couldn’t help but think that this might be the perfect time to end it so I could pursue Sharon.
I played out numerous scenarios in my mind as to getting Sharon in sack, and all of them left me with an unbelievable hard on that was practically ripping through my jeans. I couldn’t stop thinking about her voluptuous body… those salacious thighs and ripe ass.
That night when I got home, I slipped into my twin bed without any clothes as I reached under the bed for my trusty jar of Vaseline and a worn out Penthouse. Already hardened by the lingering thought of Sharon’s beautiful legs, I quickly greased up my right palm and nearly lost it when I finally began smoothing away the aching burn in my cock for Sharon. I barely glanced at the glorious lesbian spread in Penthouse before I took my left hand to shut off my nightlight… I didn’t need any visual stimulation whatsoever… it was all in my mind. Just the image and thought of Sharon was enough to propel me to wonderful heights of this newfound ecstasy.
I couldn’t believe I was jerking off to her, imagining what it would be like to feel her below me as I mounted her and made mad passionate love to. Had I lost my mind? She was as old as my own mom! I had just made love to my girlfriend a couple of days before, and I was already this turned on? I told myself to visualize her naked backside before me, all hunched over, on her knees as I took in the full glory of that big wide ass of hers. I was sure it was round and full, loaded with shape and texture… it just had to be. I let out a long gasp as I imagined what those ass cheeks would feel like in my hands– how soft they would feel… the width and radiant breadth. I shuddered because I was all about a woman’s ass… I loved it, and I wanted Sharon’s so incredibly bad.
I played out numerous scenarios in my mind… what her ass would taste like, what she would let me do, and how far she would let me go… does she suck cock? If so, would she swallow? Then a thousand shivers shot through my body as I envisioned her nose pressed to my pubic hair with my dick lodged all the way down her throat. I nearly came right there, but held back… I wanted this gratifying act of masturbation to last as long as I could.
My imagination went wild… images of Sharon aroused, her hair wet, sweaty from our hot sex… taking it doggy style… me eating her out… fucking her in a steamy hot shower… all of it drove me mad. I wanted nothing more than to fuck the living shit out of my friend’s mother and to make her mine… ALL mine.
When I came, I buried my face into my pillow as I shouted out her name over and over. I felt dozens of hot spurts of my cumm drop about me as I thrashed about, imagining all of my cumm going deep inside Sharon at all costs. To really consider such wonder blew me away… to actually cumm inside a woman twice my age… could she still become pregnant? And if so, how would I feel looking at her seven or eight months down the road, and know it was ME that made her that way… I wreathed upward and sideways violently, shuddering and gasping… God, this was the best orgasm ever… better than with my girlfriend… better than all the rest.
The next day, I called Sharon around 1pm to see how she was. Seemingly much happier, she wanted to meet me at Ponderosa where she wanted to treat me to lunch. I cleared my schedule so as to meet Sharon, and was out the door. I told my mom a lofty lie to get me out of any commitments to her or my girlfriend.
Walking in the restaurant, I saw Sharon waiting for me at the front counter as we mutually embraced as we did last night. As always, she was dressed conservatively, but looked oh so sweet in a black sweater and form fitting slacks. Our embrace was quick, but so very nice as we got to our table and caught up from where we left off the previous night. I think the both of us felt a little relieved to be together as I wolfed down some salad and a tasty meat loaf sandwich.
“When did you get to be so good looking, young man?” Sharon said as she sipped her coffee.
My heart leapt from my chest hearing that. I raised my eyebrows and was at a loss for words.
“I mean, I saw you all the time, but just never really noticed until now.” She continued.
“I’m not that good looking, come on.” I scoffed.
Sharon shook her head with a low growl of disagreement. “Oh no, mister. You have no idea how handsome you are. You’re a heart breaker.”
I chuckled as I took a sip of my coke, trying to be coy and innocent. I had to laugh to myself because just eight hours earlier, I was jerking off to the thought of this woman thrashing atop me like a primitive beast in the throes of exquisite, impassioned lovemaking.
“Well I uhmm…” I started, trying to think of a comeback. “I think that uhmm…”
“Cat got your tongue?” Sharon demurely replied.
“Yea.” I admitted. “I don’t hear many women say that to me.”
“Its because you date women who are way too young, darling.” She replied. “You were born old, and I’ve known you long enough to know wisdom and maturity when I see it. You have it all, and most women would die to have someone like you.”
I couldn’t believe what Sharon was saying. I mean, she was always very brash and confident in her words, but to hear her verbalize this was beyond my wildest expectations. I felt slightly dizzy, it hit me that hard.
“Well, believe me,” I started. “Some guys would love to have a shot with a woman like you.”
“Huh.” Sharon huffed. “An old divorcee like me? Yeah, right.”
“Uhhh, I don’t agree.” I replied, gathering all of my courage. “No, you… you are what most guys would love to have.”
“Ooh…” she started to object.
“No wait, let me finish.” I said, standing my ground. I wanted her to hear this, and I meant every word.
“You have no idea how amazingly beautiful you are. I mean, I look at you and wonder why the Hell I ever asked any of my girlfriends out. You’re just like… everything a guy would want.” I said with the conviction of a thousand men.
“Oh please.” She groaned under her breath.
“No,” I said. “You’re beautiful, Sharon. You’re a sexy woman and to be honest, there’s a lot of you I look for when I ask a girl out. I mean, since we’re being honest.”
She smiled, not knowing what to say. I could tell this had now crossed the line into awkwardness… Biting her lower lip, Sharon gazed off. I could tell I got to her, and the thought of us together was dancing around in her mind.
“Let’s uhmm,” she started. “Let’s just get passed the funeral, okay?”
Oh shit… did I blow it? I nodded my head and went back to my salad as I sensed I crossed a line with her.
The rest of our lunch was rushed as I could tell she was bothered by what I said. I did my best to act like nothing happened, but I could tell I had unnerved her. Shit… now I felt terrible. And as we finished up, Sharon quickly made her way to her car and did a forced ‘goodbye’ as I watched her leave the parking lot. God only knew when the next time we would talk, let alone see her.
Two days later…
The funeral was unbearably sad and heartbreaking. I was finally able to get all those sinful thoughts out of my head about Sharon and focus on what I should have been doing all the time… grieving. I was able to see Sharon throughout the service, and thankfully, she seemed grateful to see me as well. We hugged throughout the service, and before we got to the graveside for our final good-byes. It was then I ditched my girlfriend, and decided to be the man Sharon needed at this moment… a strong source of comfort, love, and strength. My girlfriend understood, and gladly allowed me to step in and be at Sharon’s side at the graveside.
Throughout the final few minutes, Sharon clung to me as I did her. I was able to put aside my lust for her as we both leaned on the other and sobbed. But unashamedly, I did feel proud to hold her in my arms, and to cradle her as a man. I gained an extraordinary amount of confidence in that I could step up and become the man she would need for the rest of her life. I could be what she needed if she would allow me… IF… and that was becoming a huge word for me. On so many instants during that day, I soothingly rubbed her hand in mine, held her as her husband, consoling her with love and affection. As sad as I was, I found solace in comforting this beautiful woman in my arms.
And, honestly, my stomach began to get that wrenching twisting gnaw to it… that twinge of unquenchable love and devotion. I was genuinely falling in love with my best friend’s mother.
That night, I stopped by to check in on Sharon, and found her to be completely drunk. She was, again, in her thick pink robe, but this time it was loosely tied… showing a lot more of that beige glossy skin than the other night. Her eyes batted when she saw me, and I could see her spirits immediately engage. Flinging the screen door open, Sharon quickly fell into my arms in heartbreaking cries. I joined her in her sobs as we both stood in the doorway, inattentive to the cold winter air blowing in the door.
“Oh God I miss him.” She wept into my shoulder.
“I know, I do too.” I replied, stroking her soft mahogany hair.
I burrowed my nose amidst her thick tresses, inhaling the pine scented aroma of her intoxicating warmth. Our arms tightened around each other as I lightly kissed her hair.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” I whispered into her ear.
“Oh Christopher.” She answered. “You’re so thoughtful.”
With that, we both leaned back to see the tears streaming down both our faces. Lifting my right hand, I brushed my fingertips across her face to wipe away her tears.
“When I look at you, I see him.” She said.
“Is that so bad?” I replied.
Sharon hesitated, unsure amidst her pain and agony. “I don’t know… I don’t think so.”
We stood in the doorway, arm in arm as if two long lost lovers. I treasured gazing deep into her exhilarating deep brown eyes… wondering… thinking… hoping.
“Oh Chris.” She barely whimpered.
“I’m falling in love with you, Sharon.” I finally confessed. “I know this isn’t the right time or place, but I can’t help it. You’re all I think about… you’re all I could ever want in a woman.”
Sharon’s drunken eyes rolled back in her head before laying it on my chest, sighing in torment.
“No, no, no…” she began babbling. “Don’t say that.”
“Its true.” I replied. “I want you as a man… one adult to another.”
“No, no, no, no.” she continued rambling, but not leaving my embrace. “Its grief that’s confusing you, us.”
“Is that bad?” I asked, somewhat baffled by her uncertainty.
“No in that I’ve been wanting the same thing.” She responded, lifting her head back to stare at me. “No because I want you to carry me upstairs and beg you to make love to me until the sun comes up.”
Both of us collectively gasped in awe, accepting the full impact and consequence of this moment. I knew she was drunk, but she was clear and as lucid as one could be… and for me, knowing that my wish was about to be granted took my breath away. I lunged at her, crushing my mouth to hers in powerful need, right there in the doorway. Sharon offered no resistance whatsoever as I savored the blessed tang and thrill of kissing a woman I had gazed and admired all of my life. I was kissing a woman twenty years older than I was. Sharon was actually letting me kiss her… the sordid reality of it almost made me lose my footing as I secured my arms around her, cradling her wounded soul in my loving arms. My nostrils flared as I inhaled her lips and tongue, frantically and lovingly as I swallowed her delicious saliva. This was understandably better than my first kiss with a girl… Sharon was all woman.
I shoved her back against the doorframe, cramming my tongue down her wide-open throat. My hands couldn’t keep still as I cradled her face, trying to keep my composure intact. I couldn’t believe my fucking luck… this was so fantastic… so unbelievable.
“In love with you.” I murmured between the quick slurps of my tongue to hers. “So beautiful.”
With that, I caught a glimpse of her bare neck in the misty haze of our steamy affections, bearing down on it with gusto. Sharon yelped as I sank my teeth in like a vampire, clamping my teeth into her flesh…
“Oh fucking Jesus.” Sharon groaned, lifting her left leg to curl around my ass.
Recharged and encouraged by her lustful act, I reached down in hopes that her left leg might be bare… that I might touch the flesh I had given a gallon of my cumm for.
It was.
I lost all sense of right or wrong groping the fleshy goodness of Sharon’s plump left thigh. God, it felt so smooth and ripe, thick and juicy… better than I could have ever imagined. Our lips meshed anew, frantically bending our necks for a deeper kiss. By now, Sharon had matched my intensity as the top of her pink robe shifted loose, giving me prime admittance to her mouth-watering neck and shoulders. God, even those shoulders made me cringe in wonderment…
“The door’s open.” Sharon gasped.
“So what.” I spoke with my lips pressed to her neck. “I want the whole world to see us like this.”
“Oooooh.” Uttered my buxom matron. “Why didn’t we do this sooner, Christopher?”
“Oh God, I wish we could have.” I mumbled.
All I could do was kiss her again, drawing her face to mine with both hands wrapped around her neck… I could sense the fires inside her blaze to new heights, so much better than the witless young women I fucked before… Sharon possessed an astute finesse that captivated me. A true sense of purpose and grace that defied age or reason.
Sharon stood up, falling against me as we remained in the doorway, but somehow made it barely inside as the glass screen door closed. Her hands began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, quickly undoing them before I interrupted her by ripping them off.
“Oooooooh.” Sharon groaned. “You know what you want, don’t you big boy?”
My response was smothering her mouth with mine before throwing my shirt to the floor… with a feline like growl, Sharon’s arms curled under my shoulders, slithering up as I could tell she wanted to enjoy this accomplishment. I shivered in teetering astonishment… I still couldn’t believe I had made it this far with Sharon.
By now, my cock had nearly broke the zipper in my jeans I was that hard. I had to shift it a few times because it started to hurt, but when Sharon’s hand covered it with her palm, I nearly came right there as my entire body jolted. I heard her purr in delight, for I knew she loved the ease in which she could captivate me.
“Did I do this to you?” she murmured softly into my ear before tormenting me by licking it. “Did I make you hard, baby?”
“Yea.” I replied like a weakened slob.
Her hand began kneading my cock through the jeans as I almost fell back.
“Tell me I made you hard.” She said.
“Oh God, you did… you did, Sharon. You made me hard.” I answered before we kissed again, suckling her thick wet tongue between my lips.
“This isn’t the first time I made you hard, is it?” she asked after a few minutes of swapping spit.
“No, no.” I voiced.
“I did this to you,” She whispered in a low, but amazed tone. “I really did this.”
With that, Sharon backed off and stepped back away from me. Dumbfounded, I looked at her with a puzzled expression, as I knew immediately what she was doing. Closing the door behind her, Sharon then sauntered to each window, closing the curtains and shutting the blinds. With her robe partially undone, I watched her large tits peek out as she sauntered across the room. As the last curtain was secured, Sharon turned to me slowly with a look of wanton vigor.
“Are you sure you want this, Chris?” she asked. “That you want to make love to a 38 year old woman like me?”
Without any doubt, I stepped to her. “More than anything.”
Raising her arm, she pressed her palm to my bare chest to stop me. “Then I want you to watch me undress and know what it is you are getting. I want you to understand that this is the body you’ll have tonight. Once this robe comes off, everything will change.”
“Only for the better.” I replied without even thinking. Sharon brought up both arms to clasp the neck of the robe, gently slipping it down across her shoulders before stopping. Casting a coy grin my way, I shook my head with gratitude as finally, that damn pink robe pooled about her ankles. Seeing the robe come off was like slow motion… grazing past all the thick curves I wanted to taste, touch, and fondle on this sacred night. It released a heavenly vision of the most sumptuous feast a man could ever hope to see…
She stood without any apprehension or regret. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I could tell Sharon was comfortable with her body and nudity. But what captivated me was the luscious hour glass figure of hers… large, full breasts that glowed with subtle warmth. They were so thick… I had never seen breasts so incredibly large before… two full orbs of succulent flesh I wanted to devour with the intensity of a thousand men.
Then there was her stomach… not the squashed flat abdomen, but a nicely curved stomach that complimented an already perfect body. Then there were those hips… Oh my God, those gloriously wide, fertile hips.
“Take your time, Christopher.” She encouraged me. “I want you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Oh Sharon” I breathlessly exhaled. “You’re so perfect. All of you.”
“Tell me what’s your favorite part.” She exquisitely replied.
I shook my head, still affixed to her fantastic hips and plentiful thighs. The answer was apparent, and she knew it.
“Your hips.” I remarked.
“Why?” she asked.
I stammered, never being put on the spot like this with a woman. But then again, I had only been with mere amateurs before tonight.
“They just,” I started. “They’re so… I don’t know… so beautiful.” I said, trying to understand why they called to me. “Full.”
“Maybe instinct?” She uttered, strutting to me gradually. “Maybe because it’s the beast within… the animal that wants to mate. Or… you just like your women with nice big hips.”
I sighed in selfish agreement. “God yes. The bigger the better.”
I watched her erotic strut swing her weight side to side. I thought about what she said, and knew she was right. There was something more to it than just looking sexy… there was a deeper reason… something I was born to obtain at no matter the cost.
Sharon stopped inches from me as she curled her fingers under my jeans to undo my belt buckle. As she did, she taunted me with her sultry voice and sensual allure.
“You want to be inside me, don’t you?” she hinted.
I exhaled; nodding yes as our lips drifted across each other’s so lightly. Her boiling breath cascaded across my face, as if a gift from the Gods of passion.
“Put your hands on those big hips you want.” She said as I did without wasting another second.
With that, I felt my pants and underwear drop as the crisp air struck my body. My raging cock bobbled free as its length easily filed the space between our bodies. I swayed forward to press the pre-cummed tip to her smooth belly. Both of us moaned as her left hand cupped my shaft at the base.
“I love knowing I can do this to a young man.” She said before she hungrily kissed me once more.
Breaking the kiss, she said, “Take me upstairs, Christopher. Please. Carry me like I’m your woman.”
“You ARE my woman.” I said before scooping her up in my arms for another soulful kiss.
She fell in my embrace as I easily carried her to the stairway. Sharon sighed heavily as I stared into her deep mahogany eyes, projecting all the years of need and desire into those eyes. With her arms draped about my neck, I sauntered up the stairs, just like out of some romantic epic film… slowly and confidently.
“You really want this, don’t you?” she whispered.
All I could do was nod yes as I felt her body briefly go limp. I could tell this meant more to her than just a one night romp in the sack. Our gaze didn’t falter as we made it to her doorway, and into her cozy bedroom. Lit by just a low nightlight, it cast a soft subtle glow to the large bedroom. With love and ease, I placed Sharon on her back as I crawled atop her with a deep soulful kiss. Our bodies joined together on her bed at long last as I lost all bearings… I could feel those large breasts pillow out below my chest, inducing a gasp of total narcosis.
“God you’re so beautiful, Christopher.” She moaned, caressing my back with her eager fingertips. “Perfect.”
“No, you’re perfect.” I said with my lips pressed to her soft bare shoulder, appreciating the carnal sensation of my best friend’s mother below me.
God, this just felt so right. Both of us were in no rush whatsoever, as if we were already tuned to each other’s essence and needs. With my tongue flat on Sharon’s shoulder, I lazily lapped it crosswise, across her collarbone to suckle the nape of her neck. Her flesh tasted of salt and body lotion, yet I could care less as it was HER body, her flesh… her skin I loved tasting.
“Ooooooooooooh,” gasped Sharon. “So long since I’ve been kissed like that.”
I curled my lips to feed off of her, cherishing that the fact that is was me who she said those words to, and no other man. With both hands beneath her shoulders, our flesh shifted together in slow, tranquil gestures of romantic infatuation.
“God, I can’t believe this.” She continued, squirming beneath me in repose. “I watched you grow up… watch you become a man.”
“Yeah.” I urged, gliding my tongue up to her ear. “Who would have ever known we’d end up like this?”
Sharon locked up in a series of shudders, jolting as if my words triggered something. I locked my arms in place as I lifted up to share another sensual kiss.
I could tell Sharon liked hearing me talk like that, so I pressed on.
“You were my dream girl all these years.” I confessed. “Watched you when you least suspected it.”
“Oooooooooh fucking shit.” Sharon cried out against my arm in one of those half cry-half screams before sinking her teeth into my bare skin.
By now, my cock was stinging to be inside her… I had been slowly motioning my hips all the while, dry humping her glossy thigh. But now, I knew she was ready for me to seal the deal at long last. If being inside this glorious voluptuous woman was half as wonderful as making out and touching her was, then I was in for a divine outcome. United together in a dominant kiss, I reached below to hook Sharon’s juicy thigh as I shifted my weight back… she knew exactly what my intent was and widened her legs for raw, unadulterated intercourse. With my cock in hand and her lips proudly on mine, I guided my flaming spear of life toward the mysterious, yet desired womb I had wondered about for nearly my entire life. I shivered, reminding myself just how unimaginable this moment was, and how far I had come since staring at Sharon with sexual eyes when I was 13.
That brief, heated instant right before a man sinks his cock inside his woman has to be the most defining event in a man’s life. Lust or greed drives most men; I was driven by pure need. This wasn’t something I just wanted to “tag” or “bag”. Conquering Sharon sexually, the mother of my deceased best friend, would culminate a lifelong ambition… on this night, with my motions and efforts, I would do all I could to show Sharon just what she meant to me, and how much I wanted her for all time.
“Oh Chris.” Whispered Sharon as I felt the radiating heat from her pussy bathe my cock.
I collapsed just from the reality of it all hitting me. Regaining my determination, I lifted myself up, propping my weight on my left hand while my right clutched my cock, aiming it at the object of my ambitions.
“Just let it happen.” Assured Sharon as her hands graced my sweaty face.
I had never seen the way she looked at me… she looked as if a teenager about to lose her virginity… a celestial vixen about to be cast off a thousand foot cliff. Her eyes and body said “yes”, and that was all I needed to see. Looking down briefly, I motioned forward slightly as I watched the wide bulbous head slip between her darkened folds.
I balked, locking up in that initial slip inside of my cock. She did too as I saw her lovely stomach compress. I took my right hand away, balancing myself atop her as we both watched the marvelous act of luscious intercourse. The sight of our bodies uniting in glorious love captivated both of us.
“Look at that, my God.” Uttered a weakened Sharon. “God Damn, you must be nine inches long.”
“You made me that way.” I replied, sending a shiver through Sharon’s bronzed flesh.
“Ooooooooooh fuck yea.” She answered, holding her breath as another three inches sank inside her flesh.
My eyes clamped shut, aghast by the searing heat and wetness of this vixen’s extraordinary pussy. I couldn’t tell what was sexier… watching her pussy swallow my cock, or knowing it was a woman I had known since I was five years old allowing me to finally fuck her as a grown man, now her devoted equal.
“Oooh my God, look at you disappear inside me, baby.” Purred Sharon, raking her nails up and down my thighs and ass. “Sweet Jesus, you’re not even halfway yet, fucking SHIT!”
Sharon’s head fell back to her pillow as the veins in her neck swelled. Her face turned as red as fire as I slowed my steady surge in. I knew I was too much for her to handle, at least at first, which I respectfully held back. Reaffirming my grip, I began to soothingly caress her silky hips, admiring the sexy suppleness of her ripe skin. I couldn’t tell if Sharon was in pain or in sweet agonizing ecstasy, but I held off momentarily as I admired the intoxicating site of her tan buxom body.
She let out a shrill that blasted all over the room, exploding her breath and all of the anguish from the past few days. Perhaps this was, I hoped, therapeutic for her… some good hot sex. Looking down to see her healthy sized breasts, I quickly smothered my face in her left tit, swallowing her entire areola into famished mouth. Stroking her nipple across my tongue and front teeth, Sharon’s pleasure peaked once more, cradling my head to her bosom.
“Ooooooooooooh fuck yea, baby.” Hissed Sharon. “Feed from Mommy’s tit, baby.”
Her words lit another fire within as I crooked my jaw as far as humanly possible, inhaling as much delicious breast as I could before renewing my scrupulous stabbing of Sharon’s womb. It then hit me when she said “Mommy”, what did she mean exactly? I brushed it off, overwhelmed by the blistering warmth of Sharon’s pussy wrapped about my cock.
I silently prayed I could last at least 30 minutes before cumming. I didn’t want to blow early, and risk the chance of her regretting what we did. I knew the longer I held back and made love to her, the more of an impression I could make. But God almighty, those hips and thighs just begged for my cumm. This was gonna be tough, especially taking in all her lush buxom body illuminated by her low nightlight. And those delicious big tits…
I glanced back down to see most of my length was inside her. Enlivened, I slurped at Sharon’s mouth yet again, curling my hands under her shoulders to hold her steady. I made one long slow lunge, sinking all the way into her until I felt my sweaty groin squash her pubic hairs. Judging by her reactions, it was like looking at pure living art being created right in front of you. She held her breath as if in pain, but her misty eyes exuded pleasure throughout her gorgeous state.
“Am I hurting you?” I quickly asked.
“No,” she replied with a faint hint of discomfort. “Just gimme a second to get used to you. God, you feel like you’re in my stomach, baby.”
“I want to go deeper.” I urged as I suckled my tongue in her ear.
“Oh my baby.” Sharon wailed as if freed from years of heartache. “God yes, God yes… so deep. So fucking deep, baby. Just stay like this for a second… just like this… inside me… deep.”
Both of us took our time in rejoicing in the fulfillment of our union. Kissing her full lips anew, we made out for what felt like an eternity. I could feel Sharon’s inner muscles grip my cock at random. Each time she graced me with her clutches, I shuddered like I was bitter cold.
“I’m in love with you, Sharon.” I confessed. “Totally.”
“Ooooooooooooh fuck, baby.” She responded, slowly drawing her syrupy thighs around my ass to seal me in even tighter. “You’re so sweet.”
“I mean it,” I cajoled. “I don’t want this to be just a one night stand. I want this forever… to be inside of you, forever like this.”
Sharon held my face to hers as she delicately clutched my cock with her pussy muscles once more, but this time, her eyes held a much deeper sentiment to them. I could see she was visibly moved by my tender disclosure. We sat there, united in spirit, body, and mind as we swam in the other’s eyes for an unknown amount of time.
“You’re the same age as my son.” She replied with a tone of sadness.
“That’s right,” I answered, slightly pushing in deeper as I sighed. “Is that wrong?”
With total conviction and honesty, Sharon motioned her head no as she tilted up for a kiss. Her tongue glided inside my mouth as our flesh began to sway together. My hands reached down, promptly grasping her thick thighs as I pulled all the way out of her dripping womb… Sharon gave a slight moan/cry of sadness as I left her, yet it wasn’t but a second later when I slid back inside, slicing through her like a hot knife through butter. She had adjusted to my length and girth, and I prayed she couldn’t wait to really start fucking.
“Oh my GOD you’re so young you sexy ass man you.” She exhaled; staring right at me with a hazy eyed, crazed look. “Fuck me really good, honey. Give Mommy what she needs.”
“Yea,” I eagerly said, relishing the feel of her pussy and those thick glossy thighs. “Wanna fuck you so good… so deep.”
There was that whole “Mommy” thing again. I wasn’t sure if I should pick up on her cue, but caution and care was at the wayside anyway as all that mattered was plunging myself as deep as humanly possible inside this ravenous busty woman. Planting my cock all the way in, I curled my toes to gain that extra inch of leverage, and hopefully depth… it worked. Sharon inhaled a drawn-out gale of air as I unceasingly sank inside her. Then a thought crossed my mind… what the hell?
Sharon locked up in shock, clenching her fists while stroking my back and ass. “Oh fuuuuuuuuuck yea, baby!!”
Wow, I liked seeing that untamed reaction. It was like I set a raging beast loose. The veins and muscles in her neck swelled as she held her breath while clenching her teeth. All of that mixed in with the thin sheen of perspiration on her face made me even more proud that I was sharing this timeless act with her.
“Oh fuck your mother hard, baby. ” Sharon hissed. “You know how I want it, don’t you?”
“I always have.” I retorted, picking up the tempo as our bodies began slapping together, echoing throughout the room in a glorious concerto of the purest sense.
This role-play got the better of me, although I didn’t quite understand it, I was willing to go along with it to get Sharon excited. Watching her eyes get blood red with unconstrained urgency took my breath away. I had never made any of the few girls I had slept with do this; reaching such an emotional climax within seconds of merely mentioning the word “mother” to our lovemaking. I gulped back my shock, revering the magnificent sounds of our flesh smacking together… all five of my senses were on sordid overload, and it was just a matter of time before my seed would be spilt. The thought of Sharon making me cumm was mind boggling to even grasp, let alone realize.
Both my hands now gripped her glossy thighs while we sloppily kissed and tongued each other’s chins, jaws, and faces. I muttered “Mother” a few times as Sharon lingered in her state of sheer ecstasy. My glazed cock pistoned in and out… in and out again and again with insatiable gusto. Our symmetrical rhythm shifted to a faster pace, as it was clear how Sharon wanted this. I lapped away at the salty sweat on the nape of her neck, reminding myself of all the years I stared at her mystical neckline… sometimes being the only skin I would see of hers for years. That memory alone was enough to fuel my dreams and fantasies… now I was lapping at it like a primitive animal in heat.
“Can’t believe… how… good you feel.” Sharon cried, her voice wavering with each violent thrust.
“Gonna cumm, mommy.” I warned, carelessly gnawing her ear lobe.
“Don’t pull out,” she commanded. “Don’t you DARE pull out of me.”
God almighty, and to think all I ever heard before was girls telling me not to cumm inside them or get all freaked out by my orgasm. This one, shared with a woman of experience and grace, was giving me permission, actually TELLING me not to pull out. This time, no fear or guilt would be tagged to a magnificent orgasm… only pure raw need, just as it should be.
Casting aside those fears, I really tore into Sharon. Lifting myself to my knees, I clung to those caramel thighs I dearly loved and bore down into her like a mad man. Her words kept echoing in my mind, all in her tone of assertive necessity; “Don’t you DARE pull out of me.”
The way she said, “Dare”… the scolding, yet demanding inflection in her voice made me almost cry.
Watching those big honeyed breasts wave back and forth, staring into her loving eyes sent me over the edge. I passed the point of no return and knew that Sharon’s pussy would soon be welcoming the sperm of her biggest aficionado since he was five years old. Reminding myself of that fact did it… violent spasms began their massacre on my flesh, ripping me in half as resplendent orgasm took hold.
Screaming out “Sharon… Mommy… fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I locked up, paralyzed by the insanity of that blistering ecstasy of cumming inside a woman for the first time in my life. Sharon’s legs wrapped around me, hooking her ankles behind my ass as her back lifted, putting her weight on her head with her hands clawing her lengthy tasseled hair, crying out in splintering magnificence. Sharon writhed below me as I think she too was cumming… her waist and stomach spasmed countless times as I did my best to keep my hold, now cupping her big sweet ass. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a long moan of an unearthly whine, groan and roar mixed together as Sharon’s back relaxed… then bowed again, rupturing from her own orgasm. I must have been pouring gallons on boiling hot sperm into her because I was still cumming. Having never cumm inside a woman, I had to admit that it was the experience of a lifetime. Embracing my inner animal, I reached up with my right hand to grasp her neck, bringing her open mouth to mine for a blistering kiss to ultimately seal the deal.
Sharon’s primitive moans were muffled as my tongue openly swam in her mouth, still thrashing in and out of her. Her teeth came down on it before anchoring her legs deep into my flesh once more. I could tell she didn’t want me leaving anytime soon, and I wasn’t about to protest. Hell, if I could, I’d spend the rest of my natural life inside this angelic woman of purity and elegance… a woman who actually wanted my seed inside her.
A few moments passed as our collective climaxes subsided. In the midst of our kiss, Sharon muttered “Stay inside me.” I nodded yes, and kissed her again as I swam in the ocean of our shared and just realized passion.
“They say the first minutes after a man cumms is when he’s the most honest,” She whispered, kissing my shoulder. “That you can tell if he regrets it or not.”
I responded by propping myself up on my elbows to gaze into her infinite eyes, still tucked all the way inside her. Stroking back the few strands of sweat soaked hair from her brow, I took in the gleaming “afterglow” of our lovemaking, admiring her lush beauty and rumpled appearance after sex.
One last shudder of orgasm rocked me as I balked.
“Oh my God,” Sharon lowly replied. “You really do love me, don’t you?”
I nodded yes before resting my forehead to hers. I did love her, nevertheless enamored by the surreal fact that I had just fucked the living shit out of a woman so beautiful.
“Oooh baby,” Sharon gasped, quickly embracing me as her voice cracked. “I thought maybe you just wanted to see what it was like, then leave.”
“No, no, no.” I reassured her with a flurry of delicate kisses. “You just have no idea how many years I’ve dreamed of you like this.”
Sharon pressed her mouth to mine as she motioned for us to roll over; getting on top while my cock was still safely tucked deep inside. We made out for some time as I got the opportunity to really feel every square inch of Sharon’s succulent body. On her knees and hunched over allowed me full access to that buxom ass, all rounded out and slightly tight. My hands explored every square inch of her sweeping cheeks, tracing the deep warm cleave separating those two taut pumpkins of pure ripe ass.
Sharon and I made love three more times, and at sunrise the next morning, we were side by side, watching the sunrise in each other’s loving arms. It had been a blessed night of obtained fantasies and newly discovered love. The effects of alcohol were long gone as reality set in for us to contend with… what to do next. Sharon let me rest my head between her buxom chest as I drifted off to sleep, happier than I had ever been in my short eighteen years. I felt loved, and not at all guilty or regretful in the least bit.
Around 5pm that day, I awoke by myself in Sharon’s bed, flat on my stomach and still nude. Dazed by where I was, I thought that perhaps what took place was just another dream. Climbing out of bed, I quickly dressed to find no one in the house. It took me a few minutes to search, and was sad to find that Sharon had obviously left. I stayed for a couple of hours before realizing she wasn’t coming back, so I grabbed my coat and walked out. I couldn’t understand what had happened, and why Sharon didn’t even leave me at least a note.
I got home that day to the usual bullshit of my mom’s bad mood, wondering where I was and why. Ignoring her as I made my way to the shower, all I could think about was if I had done something to upset or provoke Sharon. I just couldn’t understand this sudden turn of events.
That day evolved into two, developing into a week and into a month of no contact with Sharon whatsoever. I became infatuated with her, contending with the loss of her son and the gain of his mother as a lover. It was a mixed period of confusion, frustration, and anger over the whole thing. All I wanted to know was if I had done anything wrong. I went by her house, drove by her job, and called and called… never an answer or anything. One day, I finally asked the receptionist who answered the phone if Sharon was there, and she told me that she had taken a leave of absence, and was in Florida. (Mind you, this was in the last 80’s when privacy wasn’t that big of a deal.) Apparently, she had left the day after we made love, and hadn’t been seen since.
The confusion just got worse, and I was beside myself. Thankfully, the memories of our lovemaking were still intact, and provided me so many wonderful orgasms night after night. I would envision Sharon on her knees, letting me take her from behind… her ass all bowed and hurling back at me as I pounded her… another was me as a kid, seeing her for the first time and us fucking each other then. God, there were so many intense fantasies I still had yet to fulfill with her, and I felt robbed of what we could have had.
Maybe if I has acted sooner…
Flash forward to early April, almost seven weeks later, and I had reluctantly gone back to my psychotic girlfriend. Prom was just around the corner as was graduation, both of which seemed like empty victories without my best friend and his mother to help celebrate them with. My nightly drives past Sharon’s empty house eventually stopped as did my calls and trips past her job to see if her car had by any slight chance had returned. Her disappearance began to seem as senseless as her son’s death… empty and without any clear reason.
Then, out of the clear blue, two days before my senior prom, I go up to my locker to find a sealed envelope taped to the door. It had my first initial written on it; “C” with a series of XOXO’s below. Opening it up, I found a handwritten note in clear, elegant handwriting: “If you’re interested in taking an old lady to your prom, I have the perfect dress. I’ll be at the Pointe at 7 tonight if you want to talk about it. Love, Sharon.”
My heart nearly exploded there at my locker. It was only 11am, and it seemed like an eternity until 7pm. Finally after weeks of no contact and only my jerk offs to keep Sharon’s memory alive, here she was putting love notes on my locker door like some high school chick. Stuffing the envelope in my back pocket, I somehow made it through the rest of the day with an extra kick in my step and a much bigger smile than before.
Finally at 7 that night, I parked my car out by the Pointe (a favorite scenic lookout place in my hometown), and walked to the clearing that overlooked the beautiful river valley below. There, sitting alone at an isolated park bench was Sharon. Her hair was more blonde and longer, looking absolutely fantastic. She turned to see me, greeting me with a smile as she stood to embrace me. Taking her into my arms felt like a thousand victories of the greatest war ever waged. She had dropped a few pounds too, and looked and smelled absolutely wonderful. Her skin was much darker too, an indication that she had been in the sun for many long hours. Both of us were clearly moved by the romantic reunion.
I couldn’t even begin to attack her for abandoning me. I knew she needed some time to heal her wounds and time to make sure we didn’t rush into anything.
“I’m so sorry, Christopher.” She started as I heard her emotions seep through her voice.
“Its okay, you’re here now.” I replied. “I love you so much, Sharon.”
“Oooooooooooh baby,” she answered. “I love you too. I love you too, my son.”
I sighed, welcoming her lush body back in the arms of the man she just confessed to loving. Slightly confused by the mother/son reference, I was by this point, careless about what she said, as long as she said she loved me, nothing else mattered.
“I just needed time, baby.” She said as we kissed each other in hurried gestures of happy affection. “I needed to make sure I was the woman you deserved.”
“You are, Sharon.” I lovingly replied. “You’re all I want in life. I want to be with you.”
Sharon let out a long sigh, as if a lifetime of joy had suddenly been bestowed upon her. I put my arms around the small of her waist, and picked her up, twirling her around in pure bliss. I loved this woman, and wanted her no matter what agony or pain I had to endure. In showing her my gratitude, I pressed my mouth to hers in a suggestive, forceful way, running my hands through her (now) golden tresses.
“Do you want me?” she bid in her primal guttural tone in my ear.
“God yes.” I sighed in aroused relief.
“Say it,” she replied with a long deep kiss. “Tell me you want to make love to your mother.”
“I want to make love to my mother.” I effortlessly voiced, caressing her jaw, running my open palms back around her head for another kiss.
Sharon shuddered, almost losing her footing right there in my embrace. She growled “Oooooooooooooooh God.” with a long sensual gasp before kissing her mouth to mine once more.
“Right here?” she begged.
“Anywhere for you.” I breathlessly confessed.
Taking my hand in hers, Sharon led me to some nearby underbrush a few feet away. Knowing that I would finally be inside her again made my heart soar beyond all known reality, back inside the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I couldn’t believe the prowess Sharon was exhibiting. Here she was, guiding a young man to the woods to just to fuck, plain and simple. It seemed so appropriate to do since I felt so daring and primitive when I thought about making love to her, so it seemed ideal to take Sharon in the open air. Walking in front of me, Sharon gave me a remarkable view of her full backside, all tight and snug in a black miniskirt she had on. It was the same big ripened ass I had gazed at for so many years, now sheared in that tight fabric, something more risqué than her usual ultra-conservative attire. I had to admire the chock-full, spherical shape of those cheeks. Not flat or boring like some women her age, still full of vigor and promise.
? Reaching a small clearing inside the underbrush, Sharon turned to me as our fingers forcefully tangled together. It felt wonderful to finally be in her proximity at long last… to finally see her eyes once more, to relish her sensual intensity. She brought out so much within… a deeper sense of being, a higher purpose in intimacy. With Sharon, there was more to it than just saying I bagged her. I wanted to somehow mark her forever, to make her all mine. I wanted to do something to her to make sure she would be mine permanently.
Tightening her grip on mine, Sharon bit her lower lip as a sly grin graced her face.
“I thought about you fucking me the whole time in Florida.” She uttered under her breath. “How good it felt when you came inside me.”
With commanding fervor, I brought her arms down by her side as I lunged for her lips, drawing in a long kiss before she backed away, still wanting to cast her intoxicating spell.
“I love knowing I can make a stud like you cumm.” She added. “I just wish we could have done this sooner.”
“Be my prom date, like you wrote in the note,” I hissed between the wet slurps of our tongues and lips. “Wanna show the world you’re mine.”
“Yea?” she came back, putting all of her weight against me. “Show everyone you can score the old ladies?”
“More than that,” I replied. “More, Sharon, more.”
“Oooooooooooooooooh Christopher.” She cooed as she lifted her right leg up to brace against my thigh.
My hands inherently ascended to her big sweet ass, sneaking below her skirt to stroke her lush velvety cheeks. The tactile reality of her soft buxom flesh stoked the flames of my being; turning Sharon around as both my palms bore down on her ass. Hoisting her body in my arms, Sharon swept up to wrap her legs around my waist in a quick fluid gesture while our mouths preserved our loving kiss. I felt rescued by Sharon’s acts, erasing the months spent apart. Savoring this woman’s saliva, her tongue glided within my mouth, curling and slithering about. Pulling out my tucked in shirt, Sharon really got into it. Setting her back down, I forced the jacket off her shoulders, carelessly tossing it away as I then attacked her blouse, nearly ripping from off her chest.
“Oh fuck.” She uttered with her lips meshed to mine.
Without warning, Sharon fell to her knees while loosening my belt. I knew what was hopefully coming, standing still for what I prayed she would do next… suck my boiling cock. My jeans and briefs had never come off faster, and it seemed that within a flash, my stone hard cock had disappeared into her mouth.
My entire body buckled before crying out in agonizing joy. There’s nothing better than that initial sensation of a hot wet mouth on your cock, and knowing Sharon was suckling from it made it that more special. I couldn’t believe how ravenous she was, acting like a starved animal in the wild feeding on essential nourishment. Looking down, all I saw was her lovely blonde hair pressed to my groin. Closing my eyes, I had to reassure myself that this was Sharon, the mother of my best friend. This wasn’t a fantasy or dream… this was incredibly real.
Before Sharon, most of my girlfriends sucked my cock as if it was a chore or bothersome. Not with Sharon… she clearly loved this act, and did all she could to ingest my thick rod down her throat. I felt her dripping tongue roll about, caressing the underside of my shaft, thrashing about repeatedly. My eyes bulged from my skull as I held my breath… that blew my mind. No one had ever done this to me, and it was beyond all pleasure I had ever experienced.
My fingertips fondled her head as her low crude moans rumbled throughout my crotch. I pulled back her soft auburn tresses to see her caved in cheeks and her dripping lips circled at the base of my cock, twitching and spindling to get more of my cock inside. I had never seen anything quite like it.
“God, this is so beautiful,” I managed to whimper. “Look at you… look at this.”
I fought back the scream that was fighting to breakout. Instead, I cried out a soft, gurgling moan. Sharon’s sleek tongue licked the swollen head of my penis, poking and probing at the hole in its tip before twirling around my sensitive tip. She didn’t take more than the head into her mouth as she gently sucked on it and began to slowly, yet lovingly pump her hand up and down my thick shaft.
“This is Sharon sucking my cock.” I reminded myself, recalling all the years of watching, inspecting, and scrutinizing her fantastic buxom flesh.
I began bucking; losing my footing as Sharon’s hands forcefully clutched my torso and ass to keep me place. The realization was too much to endure… this woman, this angel and vixen of sexuality was finally where I wanted her for so long. A series of slow sideways laps on the underside of my cock brought that reality home once more. To hear her cocksucking slurps fuse with her low untamed groans mad me light-headed. I clinched her skull as she lovingly summoned the seed from the deepest regions of my testicles.
I gave up, letting my orgasm ascend to its beautiful crest. I thrust against her face like a crazed demon, lunging and crying her name over and over. Looking down one last time, I saw nothing but her nose pressed to my pubes… my cock had vanished, and that’s when I screamed my shock and disbelief out for the entire world to hear. Sharon didn’t budge, and knowing she was going to swallow my sperm made my orgasm that more sensual.
Sharon made me cumm.
“Swallowing me,” I gasped in sheer narcosis, still in disbelief. “You’re swallowing me, Sharon.”
No woman had EVER done this for me. The reality of a woman willingly swallowing my sperm convinced me beyond a doubt that Sharon was meant for me. I saw several rivulets of my seed slither down my glossy shaft, all before they were hungrily suckled back inside Sharon’s mouth. Each time she swallowed, I heard her longingly groan in undying bliss. As my seizures of orgasm kept rocking my sweaty flesh, I did my best to focus on watching her do this; to ascertain that I had finally won the prize… ultimately getting the one woman I wanted. With that, Sharon’s misty eyes gazed up at mine, intoxicated by my seed and by the knowledge she made me cumm so hard. I then remembered how fascinated she got with making someone cumm, and knew how much it meant to her.
With the wide bulbous helmet of my twitching cock now languidly swathed by her glazed lips, the last spurts of my semen flowed as I watched them drip down into her open mouth before she swallowed again and again. Both of us sat in stone-faced silence, staring into the others eyes in the glorious afterglow of orgasm. My face said “Did you really just do this to me?” and her face clearly echoed the truth that she did, and she loved it. My palms then cupped her beautiful face, tracing her jaw and her cheeks lovingly.
“I love you, Sharon. God, I just love you so fucking much.” I growled before leaning down to press my mouth to hers.
Before this moment, I had never kissed a woman following a blowjob. Not that it grossed me out, but nearly all of my ex girlfriends never bestowed me the chance. With Sharon, not only did it seem right, but also it felt so deep. There were still traces of my seed on her lips as I filled her mouth with my eager tongue. I pushed her onto her back as we made out for an eternity, bathing in the sweet afterglow of orgasm. Eventually, I stripped Sharon of those damn clothes that concealed her tan buxom flesh, giving me an abounding feast on every long supple curve of her ripe, 38-year-old flesh.
Prom eventually came, and Sharon actually came through for it. It was a great moment in my life, and to share it with the woman I was in love with made it even more special. Sharon had gone all out for it, ordering us a limousine and making reservations at one of the most elegant restaurants in nearby Louisville. She had bought a lustrous silver strapless evening gown that hugged every delicious curve, flawlessly snug around those fertile motherly hips I drooled over at every chance. That contrasted with her already tan Florida skin made her even that much sexier. With her stunning lengthy golden tresses, Sharon strode as if a regal Queen as the limo arrived at her house to pick her up. Just like another fanciful romantic film, I greeted Sharon with humility and awe, bestowing countless compliments and kisses as we sauntered back to the shiny black limousine.
Once inside the plush limo, Sharon and I fell into a loving embrace as we made out, cuddled, and admired each other’s primped up appearances for most of the trip to Louisville.
We finally arrived back at the hotel where the prom was after a candlelit romantic dinner, and at long last, I could show off my woman for the entire world to see. I was terrified, but excited to show everyone that I had brought my best friend’s mother as my date. What would people say or think with a mouth-watering, voluptuous 38-year-old in my arm? Sharon didn’t seem to mind it at all, in fact, she admitted she was looking forward to being seen with, what she called “the most handsome and mature 18 year old” at the prom. I scoffed at her compliments, but loved watching her strut her sexy body inside the dimly lit hotel. Damn, she looked so fucking sexy… that sweet big ass, all snug and tight in that awesome curvaceous dress. I had to take a few steps back so I could watch those tolling, shapely ass cheeks sway sideward as we made our way in. Her large healthy breasts, practically spilling out over the top of that dress, the deep dark cleavage that had the most tempting depth and size, putting ALL the younger prissy bitches to absolute shame.
I felt all the eyes of my classmates and teachers grope us as we walked onto the dance floor, hand in hand. The live band was playing “Alone” by Heart, and as Sharon’s arms slipped around my back, I sighed, knowing I had accomplished the impossible dream. Falling into a slow, romantic dance, I lowered my face into the tender tresses of Sharon’s fragrant hair.
“I think we’re stealing the show.” She whispered as she kissed my cheek lovingly.
“I just want to steal your heart,” I replied, drifting my lips across her forehead.
“No need to steal it,” she answered. “You already have it.”
I sighed with a thousand utterances of awe in hearing Sharon confess that. I wanted to cringe, screaming a “yes” to the watchful crowd. Both of us could feel all the eyes on us, and I think both of us enjoyed giving them one hell of a show. I just didn’t care what others thought. I was going to be gone from this group of clusterfucks by next month anyway, why not show them that I had the sexiest woman alive in my arms.
“Kiss me, Christopher,” Sharon purred in my ear. “Let’s show these kids how to really make out in public.”
With no hesitancy, I laid in to Sharon’s mouth with mine, easing my tongue down her eager throat. Taking her whole full-bosomed body in my arms, I really turned on the heat. Sharon melted in my kiss, falling weak in my arms as I subdued her mouth to mine. She tasted as if the purest of wines, aged to absolute perfection. I slithered my arms downward so I could cup her big round ass, kneading those plush cheeks through the fabric. Pulling her closer to me, my mouth skimmed to the nape of her neck, devouring her lush tan neck and collarbone. “Ooooooooooooh,” muttered Sharon. “You love Mommy’s big ass, don’t you baby?”
“God, you have NO idea, Sharon.” I salaciously groaned before suckling her neck back into my mouth, angrily clawing at both ample globes as if nourishment for a famished man. Maybe in a way it was, or would be before the end of our romantic night together.
“God Chris,” Sharon exhaled. “No man has ever wanted my ass like you do.”
“I’m not just any man.” I replied, stepping back to gaze into her beautiful eyes.
“Oh my God.” Sharon whimpered. “You’re so amazing. God, you just…”
Sharon sighed before kissing me, chewing at my lips and practically gnawing at my tongue. Her hands tore through my hair, grasping my face as she wailed and groaned against my lips, muffled by our saliva and lifelong need.
“I can’t wait.” Sharon breathlessly uttered.
“Neither can I,” I replied, relishing her sweet lower lip in my mouth. “Let’s go.”
With just a nod, Sharon let me lead her out of the main ballroom to the waiting limo outside, where we both anxiously jumped in to carry through with our impassioned foreplay. Sharon rolled around, shoving me to my back as she straddled my swollen groin. With no delay, our mouths enmeshed once more as I fumbled about, trying to shut the damn car door while keeping our kiss intact. Finally successful, Sharon lifted her tight dress up past her golden thighs, giving my sweaty palms a delightful feel. With her precious ass high in the air, I tore off her panties as she snatched my cock, aiming it directly where it so rightfully belonged. Our actions were quick, but smooth and steady, as only the truest of lovers know. With one fluid motion, my burning cock was back inside Sharon, burrowing in as deeply as humanly possible, bound by my strong palms affixed to her honeyed ass.
“ooh… ooohh… ohh…” Sharon gasped in intermittent gasps. “Deep.”
“Yea.” I lovingly answered, drawing in her tongue to my mouth, suckling it as I would a tangy morsel of the finest cuisine. “Oh, Sharon, God.”
Her hips immediately fell into the mystical, risqué rhythm I adored. Still in our prom attire, we began fucking like two untamed beasts. Sharon thrashed about, trying to dig herself in as deeply as she could… I felt her entire body tremble in my embrace, already close to orgasmic rapture. Her perfume mixed with her sizzling scent of sweat and hot breath as I strove to be as deep as I could inside her.
“You’re the best I’ve ever fucked,” Sharon gurgled in my ear, drenched by her saliva. “You know that, right baby?”
“God yes, Sharon, yes,” I replied, as if a helpless child. “I hope so.”
The scalding warmth of Sharon’s pussy, matched with my hands on her fantastic ass and hot breath on my face drove it all home for me. I bucked beneath her like a demented maniac, hell bent on ramming Sharon with every ounce of strength and determination I had. This was NOT your average, run of the mill teenage chick I was having sex with… not some tacky, inexperienced, fearful female who just goes through the motions to get it over with… this was ALL woman, and to top it off, it was a beautiful woman who loved to fuck, and desperately ask for seconds. As I thrashed up at her with all of my will, the years of wanton glances and stolen fantasies flashed before my eyes. The sweet remembrance of my lifelong crush cemented in my body as I lifted her up before bringing her crashing down again on my cock, over and over as droplets of Sharon’s sweat dripped on my face.
“Jesus you know how to fuck, boy.” Sharon snarled at me, closing her eyes as I could see her “feel” my cock twitch and lunge inside her beloved womb.
As my body found it’s steady, powerful rhythm, I watched Sharon’s facial reactions as my cock thrust in and out of her majestic womb. I could see Sharon’s pent-up years of agony and deprivation wash away with each spear of my raging cock. Her upper lip curled as I slipped deeper than before, grazing her cervix delicately. A sudden jolt rocked her sweaty body as a loud cry erupted, what I prayed was the first hint of an orgasm taking root. I took the inkling that it was time for soft, soothing love to come into play as I let go of my angry grasp on her ass cheeks. In its stead came soft, gentle pats and strokes on her lustrous backside, cajoling Sharon into a soft, loving pattern. I evidently guessed right as Sharon’s jolts hit her again and again, maturing into full body seizures. Kissing her to seal her fate, I picked up my already courageous pace, sawing in and out of her with the courage of a thousand men.
“Jesus… Hooo…. Hoooooooooooooooo FUCK YEAH!!!” Sharon screamed while her voice bounced due to my pounding.
Her lengthy golden tresses, now rumpled and soaked with sweat, lie tasseled by her face as she tried to prop herself up on her palms. I had never seen a woman have an orgasm before, so I watched with commanding curiosity as I maintained my lustful thrusts. Her eyes clenched tightly, holding her breath as the tremors started in her groin, reverberating throughout her beautiful body. Her elbows gave way as she fell atop me.
“FUCK… FU…. Ooooooooooooh baby, ooooooooooh my GOD!!!!” Sharon screamed into my damp shoulder as her back bowed countless times.
I loved watching this, feeling Sharon suffer one of nature’s most heavenly gifts. It was as if every muscle in her body compressed all at once, like a grand symphony playing Heaven’s most cherished sonata. I too felt my seed begin its fateful journey as I kissed a mouthful of Sharon’s wet hair.
“You gonna cumm?” Sharon somehow gasped in my ear. “Mommy gonna make you cumm?”
I could only wheeze a mumbled yes, concentrating on the fact that it was Sharon’s luscious velvet pussy gripping my thrusting cock.
“Don’t pull out.” She dictated to me, still trying to cope with the magnificent onslaught of orgasmic bliss. “You’re gonna cumm inside me, baby. Gonna take ALL of you.”
That was it… hearing the salacious tone of raw sexual power in her voice pushed me over the cliff. My natural instincts kicked in as my hands pulled her down over me, making sure that big sweet ass wasn’t going anywhere. That magnificent surge of cumm locked me up as I balked, my flesh wreathed and crimped like a leaf in a tornado. I felt Sharon clutch the sides of my face, forcing me to look into her eyes.
“Cumm inside me, son.” She lovingly urged.
“Oooooh Mother, God!” I cried out, cupping handfuls of pure ripe ass in my hands.
“Yea, call me ‘Mother’ baby, yea, yea.” She reassured me, deeply kissing me as I felt the first surge explode from my cock.
I snapped, nearly throwing Sharon off of me, but thankfully, she stayed. All I could focus on in this blinding orgasm was making sure I didn’t pull out. Her lips found mine a second time as torrents of my cumm shot up into Sharon’s womb. A fleeting and hopeful thought crossed my mind at that moment… making Sharon pregnant. That thought crippled me as I shoved my entire body up at her, hopeful for that notion to become reality. We had never talked about her becoming pregnant before, but the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. The idea that I could forever “mark” Sharon as my own with a baby took my breath away.
“Cumm” Sharon chanted over and over as the last blasts of seed graced her womb.
I let out a long “Oooooooooooooooh” as she steadily lifted and fell atop my cock, “milking” my cock and me for all I was worth. Selfishly, all I could imagine was making her pregnant and I fucking loved it.
Still riding in the back of the limo, I stayed inside Sharon; kissing and whispering like the truest of lovers. This was the best of the best, the deepest and most meaningful… I wanted Sharon as mine for all eternity.
Later…
We finally made it to our presidential suite at Galt House in Louisville, which Sharon had reserved a few days prior. Both of us were all over each other outside and on the way up to the room. Once inside, I could barely focus on the plush size of the room as I pushed Sharon back to the wall, continuing our scalding make out session. I chewed, licked, and gnawed at her as if a crazed beast, ravenous for any taste of Sharon… My cock had already bounced back to life before we left the limo, so I was praying that Sharon was as ready as I was. Judging (not assuming) from the intensity of her kisses and touches, I had a good feeling I would be safely back inside Sharon soon… I just didn’t know where exactly.
Sharon and I slowly made our way to the lavish master bedroom, leaving a trail of socks, underwear, and her bra as proof of our erotic deeds. Once in our room, I had Sharon bare-breasted to my chest as I guided us to our bed for the night… a flurry of kisses were spent, and at good cost. I loved looking at Sharon nude, inspecting her soft bare shoulders that glowed in the orange hue of the night. Standing at the foot of our bed, arm in arm, I ran my hands down Sharon’s back, clutching her alluring G-string thong she had just purchased. The plush softness of her thighs and ass underneath the material made me delirious with longing. My God, her skin was so incredibly soft and lush… so ripe… just perfect to kiss and taste. Gazing down at the skin of her thighs and ass, and how it glowed with a deep tan richness… God almighty, I wanted to cumm right there just looking at it.
The succulent swell of her jutting spheres of ass, how completely round they were… and yes, there were so big. Not fat or obese, but sweet Jesus, they were just right in size and shape. I had always preferred larger, bustier women, and to think… it was all because of Sharon. And here I was, taking it all in… breathing it in for love’s sake.
I knelt in front of Sharon slowly, drawing sweet tiny kisses down her chest, and across her lavish stomach. Using the backs of both my hands, I lovingly caressed each ass pumpkin of ass. Sharon sighed heavily as my skin grazed hers.
“Oooooooooooh God, I love having you touch me like that.” She confessed.
Planting my lips to her right hipbone, I lazily dragged my mouth around to see the dark beautiful cleave that split those cheeks apart… I groaned aloud, nearly losing my senses just by looking at her gorgeous ass. Curling the G-string around both fingers, I slowly began pulling that thong down ever so slowly… watching the fabric ease its way downward, across the radiant golden peaks of her ass.
“Ooooh baby.” Sharon mumbled.
With each passing second, I was becoming more and more of an ass man. I wanted this ass no matter what.
“Oh my God.” I gasped as the thong slipped down past her thick thighs. Now, finally free, I shifted Sharon around to plant an open-mouthed kiss to her left cheek, sealing my lips to the ass.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” I moaned, kneading her cheeks with subtle elegance.
Sharon’s footing slipped as she arched her back, leaning over our bed slightly. Her palms downward, she rested her weight so my backside feast could proceed.
“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck,” she gasped. “I’ve wanted someone to do this all my life.”
My sodden kiss crept down the cheek, marinating the crest of her cheek, running my tongue all across its velvety skin. I was re-defining the age-old phrase, “kiss my ass”, giving it an entirely new, more deserving significance. With her stooped over, I could now take in the fully glory of her entire back, thighs and ass. I loved looking at the deep valley of her spine that accented her back so elegantly. I loved how that hollow dipped down and out to form the fleshy ass that I was now thankfully sucking on. I saw Sharon’s head sway from side to side, veering slowly in agonizing ecstasy.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeesssssss, kiss my big fucking ass, God yea.” She purred.
With that, I shifted over to kiss her ass crack, slowly sinking my mouth, nose, and face between the delicious cleavage of ass.
“Ooooh baby. Breathe it in… breathe it in.” she somehow moaned.
I groaned my approval, muffled by big soft orbs of her ass on each side of my face. I had never gone this far with any female, and I loved it… absolutely loved it. I had finally buried my face in the very ass I had coveted all my life. The same ass that called to me over time, the same backside that had been hidden by every kind of imaginable dress, skirt, and denim… now… My God, this was unbelievable.
All I could do was kiss as much ass flesh as I could, taking my time to bask in this magnificent ass. I lifted both hands to rest on each cheek, gently patting them as I watched small tiny ripples of my pats race across her cheeks.
“You like that… you like to breathe it in?” Sharon barely gasped.
The golden flesh of her swollen bottom came into view, her caramel cheeks peeking out from below the delicate pink peach-halves of her motherly cunt.
Her ass was exquisite, round, full and so damn gorgeous. The skin, so lusciously smooth and lacking any blemishes or signs of age. Her posture caused her rear to jut out provocatively, and I wasted no time dropping to one knee. Leaning forward I placed a light kiss first on her left cheek, then her right, my lips barely grazing the perfect skin. I didn’t want to press too hard because I didn’t want to alter its impeccable shape. Above me, I could hear Sharon sigh at the loving contact.
“You’re unbelievable,” I muttered, placing more kisses on her creamy skin as I moved progressively closer to the savory cleavage of her ass.
After a moment I lifted both hands, sliding them across her meaty calves, up the backs of her knees until I reached her backside. Using both palms, I gripped the bronzed flesh of each cheek and spread them apart, displaying her cloistered treasure to me. Sharon shuddered.
“Oooh fucking shit.” She exhaled, winded and eager as to what I would do next.
I could feel the heat on my face even from several inches away, and her damp perfume filled my nostrils. After a lifetime of fantasy and intrigue, I couldn’t resist any longer; I leaned in, my nose just inches away from the glistening star of her exotic asshole. Slowly I flared my nostrils, inhaling the dirty jungle smell.
“Jesus,” was all I could say, taking in the pheromone-charged odor, her humid ass smell making my senses reel. It was feminine and filthy, girlish and depraved, the very essence of what it meant to fuck. My cock, already blistering hard, instantly began to swell even more.
I pulled her cheeks even further apart, extending my tongue and licked broadly up her crack, starting at the bottom where her tangy cunt juices were strongest, slowly working my way up past her perineum until I reached the sour core of her asshole. I felt Sharon tremble at the contact of my lips onto her anus. I was slow and deliberate, French-kissing her hole like I did her mouth just moments ago, gently and lovingly pushing my tongue inside, probing her swollen ass lips. Throughout my ass worship, all I could envision were the years of hopeful stares and countless fantasies I had of Sharon’s big fantastic ass.
The taste of her hole was as strong as the smell, primal and bitter, like her cunt, and yet not. I probed as far inside her as I could, and when I couldn’t penetrate any deeper I pulled back out and swathed my tongue across her opening in lazy, slow circles before sliding in her yet again.
Gradually I became aware of Sharon pushing back against my face. It was subtle, but she was clearly trying to help me tongue-fuck her as deeply as possible, pushing back to meet my penetrating journey. The heat from her vagina had intensified, too, radiating across my chin and neck like an open flame.
Time ceased to matter as I devoured her ass; everything was lost in a fog of smell and taste and texture. The only thing in the world that mattered to me was Sharon and her incredible ass.
Finally, I couldn’t bear the ache in my cock any longer, and I reluctantly tore my lips away from her rear. The star-shaped hole was sloppy and coated with my spit, and the flesh blushed a humiliated shade of dark pink.
“I have to have this ass, I need to cum in you,” I told her, rising and unzipping my trousers.
“Yeah.” she muttered, swaying those syrupy big hips at me like food to a starving animal.
Sharon glanced back over her shoulder at me, her golden brown tresses covering one eye “You’re gonna make love to my ass, baby.” she whispered back, her voice timid and almost childlike. However, she made no effort to move from her position bent across the foot of the bed.
I couldn’t reply… I simply spit crudely into my palm and smeared the saliva over the head of my cock before guiding it forward between the globes of her ass. Sharon flinched at the contact of my hard organ with her hole, but I was insistent and continued to push forward into her. My heart thrashed in my chest with the surreal actuality that I was about to take Sharon’s ass… I had truly accomplished the impossible dream. Honestly, I couldn’t say what was sexier, that fact or her luscious ass below me, granting me this lifelong honor.
With my right hand, I poised the wide head of my stalk at her asshole, watching in breathless awe as I burned that timeless image into my brain. With tender respect and unhurried commitment, I leaned in with all of my weight and inspiration behind me. Tiny quakes of apprehension and astonishment shook each scrumptious orb of ass while Sharon’s hands clutched the bed spread in quivering anticipation.
“I need you, I need your ass.” I barely whispered as I observed the small flaps of her asshole lovingly sheathe about the purplish head of my cock.
“Oooooooooooooh fuck, baby,” Sharon blurted, grunting and holding her breath as if I was pushing her out of an airplane. “Talk to me… tell me how it feels… your first real ass.”
I knew I was up against many years of inflexibility and resistance. I balked at the sensation of the outer ring of her asshole, tight and so damned protective. Yet I had to remind myself that this was a first for both of us, and knew that love and respect had to be in play here. Slowing down, I caught my breath and took in the glorious vista of Sharon’s deep bronzed ass below me, all hunched over and curved out, just like I had imagined for so long. God she was so fucking beautiful like this… just as nature had intended.
It must have been a few moments before I finally felt my cock pop inside her. Both of us gasped in crushing ecstasy, overcome with the reality that we both were experiencing the beauty and joy of pure anal sex. I shuddered as an amazing rush of meaty warmth enveloped my eager cock… looking upward, I still couldn’t believe this and quietly thanked the Gods of love and rapture for being bestowed this timeless honor of a woman’s beautiful ass.
I slowly buried my boiling erection inside her bowels, pushing willfully forward until the soft half-moons of her butt were pressed firmly against my sweat soaked thighs. It was a shock to enter her anally, how fluidly she opened up to accept me deep into her beloved rectum.
“Oh Sharon,” I babbled like a helpless child. “I’m inside this sweet ass.”
“Got the big trophy, didn’t you, baby?” she lowly replied. “Got that ass you’ve been looking at all these years.”
“God yes,” I gasped, enamoured by how she knew what I was feeling. “For so long.”
Both my hands rested on Sharon’s narrow waist, and I pulled her back against me insistently, making sure I was as far inside her as humanly possible. Sharon instantly drew in a loud gasp of air, as if I had just shot her. I couldn’t go any deeper but held still for several long seconds, just savoring the heat deep within her guts and the tight grip of her conquered anus. When I finally moved, I moved slowly, taking my time withdrawing, backing out inch by inch until just as the head of my cock remained ensconced within her gripping bowels.
“Me too, baby,” Sharon uttered, vocalizing her own inner secrets as well. “Feels so fucking good… oooooooooooooooh my GAWD, so good. Inside my big ass like this.”
Sharon wordlessly grunted as I pushed forward again, slowly, not so much a thrust as it was an exploration, an attempt to see how deep I could push inside her ass. She looked back over her shoulder at me, watching my facial reactions as I stabbed her.
I held still again, letting the sensations wash over me, savoring the sight of her asshole stretched obscenely around my cock, enjoying watching Sharon watching me. Holding still I thought I could almost feel her heartbeat through my cock.
“Every time I think about your ass, you drive me crazy,” I whispered to her as I pulled out with painstaking slowness.
“I can’t concentrate, I just think about what your ass tastes like, what your pussy smells like,” I said grinding back against her again before slowly withdrawing.
“I always knew you’d be an ass man.” Sharon whispered. “I saw you all those years looking at my ass. Now you have it, baby… you have it.”
God, I almost came right there when she said that. She really knew?
I pulled out until just the head of my prick remained inside her, and then I roughly thrust forward, bottoming out inside her ass. I stayed like that for a few seconds, as deep as possible inside her, my thighs pressed against that smooth ass flesh, grinding my body against hers as if trying to push even deeper inside. Then slowly I withdrew, pulling back out until just the head remained before resuming the marvelous cycle.
Our reflections were captured clearly in the tall mirror leaning against the back wall of the closet, My sweaty frame hulking over Sharon’s healthy, hourglass body. She looked nearly helpless in the reflection, like I was taking her without consent; her body rocked back and forth over the bed with each thrust. I reached up with a hand and turned her head so she could see the reflection as I thrust.
“Look,” I urged her, my voice forceful but soft as she stared at the same image, the reflection of me sodomizing her lovingly over our bed of passion.
“You see that, me inside you, up your ass?” I asked, looking deep into her eyes through the reflection.
Sharon nodded, her misty eyes meeting mine in the glass, my thrusts jarring her fertile body back and forth, her lengthy brown locks swishing with her body’s rhythm.
“Please say you’re mine, always.” I thrust again, burying my penis as deep in her guts as I could go, my pelvis milling against her bountiful rear. With one free hand I reached beneath her, my fingers trailing through the soft down of her bush until I found the hard nub of her clit.
“Yours,” she replied simply, her eyes still fixed on mine. Her asshole was freakishly dilated around the base of my rod, the ring of muscle a strained purple as I opened her up around the widest portion of my cock’s root as I entered her fully. I could feel how wet she was with each thrust as my balls began to slap against her pussy.
“Your ass is never going to be closed, it’s always going to be stretched open, full of my spit or my cumm.” I watched her face carefully as I withdrew slowly and then reversed, refilling her colon with hard, genuine cock. I began running slow clockwise circles on her button with my finger, and I could see her eyes widen briefly as the electric shock of the contact sizzled up her spine.
“More,” Sharon whispered, her eyes still locked onto mine. I didn’t know if she meant the talk or my hand on her clit, so I decided to give her both.
“I spent all my life trying to have this,” I told her as I sawed steadily in and out, my fingers working her towards orgasm. Each time I tried to push deeper into her, to stretch her wider open.
“Please, more,” she pleaded, and I knew she meant both the talk and the ministrations of her clit. I reached around and waved my other hand beneath her nose.
“When you wake up in the morning, it’s going to be with me eating your big sexy ass.” I vowed.
Sharon whimpered as I bottomed out inside her again, and I could feel her starting to shake as her orgasm approached.
“When you go to sleep at night, my cock is gonna be inside you.” I continued.
“Inside my ass,” Sharon begged like a wanton whore. “God, my BIG fucking ass.”
“Your King Sized ass.” I answered, growling as our flesh began slapping loudly together… ass to groin.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah!” Sharon yelled, moaning into the mattress as she made a fist, hitting the bed several times in tormenting bliss. “Talk about me like I’m food, Chris.”
I sighed heavily, hearing Sharon put to words what I loved so much about her body. God, I loved it, and loved how she knew what I was thinking, and how much I loved how big her ass was. The same voice I heard growing up, now, talking like the true vixen I had prayed for. Now, we had discovered yet another divine secret… she liked the way I talked trash to her.
“This big juicy ass,” I chanted, staring at both meaty cheeks vacillating like Jell-O. “Like it’s been baking in the oven all day, so brown and tender, ready to eat.”
“Nourishment.” She uttered as her voice rose and fell with my demanding thrusts.
“Yea,” I replied.
I couldn’t tear my eyes off hers in the mirror, nor could she mine. Each thrust was slow, yet forceful and deliberate, and each jarred a deep groan from Sharon. With each thrust her clit got harder and swelled, and I increased the speed of my circling fingers, winding up the intensity more and more.
“I’m….” she gasped, green eyes still locked on blue.
I could feel the tingle of my orgasm suddenly nearing, a deep, rumbling tickle that seemed to come from behind my swinging testicles, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Trying to stay mentally ahead of the sensation, I continued to pound her, bringing Sharon over the top.
“I’m…” she gasped again, this time with a whispered wail of “cooooommmminggggggg……” several seconds later. She began to wreathe about as her orgasm split her sweaty flesh apart, almost as if she was having a seizure. Her knees buckled, dropping her full luscious weight onto our mattress.
Her asshole clamped savagely on my stabbing stalk, pushing me over the edge as well. I couldn’t say what threw me over… the fact that I was making the woman of my dreams endure an orgasm, or that her ass had finally accomplished what it was meant to do all those years ago… gazing down one last time, I took in the sweet view of Sharon’s buttery globes, glossed over by a thin sheen of sweat and saliva.
That’s all it took… seeing that big ass flinging back at me… waves of raw powerful sex, rippling across those king sized globes of ass.
With one last thrust, I cried for Sharon over and over as I hurled what felt like a gallon of cumm inside the deepest recesses of her magnificent bowels. Sharon’s only response was screaming her astonishment into the sheets, angrily clawing and pulling at the sheets. It wasn’t a painful or torturous scream, but one of gracious contentment and profound orgasm. Millions of exploding stars crossed my eyes as I cried for her in sweet rapture. Both hands held each ass cheek, shoving myself recklessly as far into her as I could. Rope after rope of hot seed poured from my cock… paralyzed by the fact that I was cumming inside Sharon’s ass, and that it was a beautiful ass was so much to endure. I became light headed; swaying back and forth as I came crashing down on Sharon’s dampened back.
Moments later…
Beneath me, Sharon was still enduring the aftershocks of her climax, her body still shaking as if chilled. Each twitch of my organ sparked another tremor, causing her asshole to spasm around my still hard cock. Back and forth we spiraled down, the death throws of her orgasm triggering weakening spurts from my cock as the spurts triggered twitches of her internal muscles.
I had done it… I had tasted, fucked, and came inside Sharon’s renowned ass. I had dreamed, fantasized, and jerked off to this accomplishment for so long. Now, below me catching her breath, Sharon let me suckle her shoulder as I lapped my tongue across her skin. Afterglow was settling in as both of us whispered our vows of our undying love for each other as I stayed firmly rooted deep in her bowels.
“Stay inside me, just like this.” Sharon spoke with a promising whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I reassured her, kissing her ear and neckline.
We remained joined, cock deep in ass, together as one.
“That was incredible,” Sharon said after a long, deep kiss. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“I can’t believe no man ever wanted this,” I replied, still trying to grasp such raw, powerful sex with a woman. “I don’t see how with an ass like yours.”
“Was that the first thing you noticed about me, my ass?” she asked.
“Yea,” I answered.
“I loved when you talked about it like it was food,” she replied. “God that was so fucking sexy.”
“Did you like when I licked it, and had my tongue inside it?”
“Fuck yeah, God that just… wow.” She exclaimed with a long sigh of wonder. “You were so into it. I never thought anyone could ever want me like that.”
“You have no idea, Sharon.” I lovingly told her. “You’re the sexiest woman I ever hope to have.”
Sharon purred below me, snuggling against the sheets and squirming below me, feeling my semi-hard cock still tucked safely away in the tranquil depths of her bowels.
“I guess I should tell you I’m ovulating this weekend.” Sharon then said.
I was somewhat confused.
“Ovulating, as in… you could get pregnant?” I cautiously answered.
“Uhhmm hmmm,” She nodded yes as she bent her neck about. “I don’t know if you really cared, but the chances are pretty slim, but just FYI.”
Just then, my mind played back the thundering orgasm we shared in the limousine earlier, and that I didn’t pull out when I came.
My heart stopped.
To Be Continued.
Sharon sat up on her elbows, propping herself up as she could tell I was suddenly anxious.
“Does that scare you?” she asked.
“I… I…” I stammered.
“Well, like I said, I really doubt I could get pregnant. It’s been so long, and I seriously doubt it since I haven’t had a baby in over seventeen years,” She said, trying to reassure me. “I got the impression you weren’t all that concerned about it.”
“I’m not… well, sort of,” I stammered. “Its just that… well.”
“Say it, sweetie. Really. Don’t be ashamed.” Sharon replied.
I tried to think of how I felt. This was a huge step for us, one that could change the course of our lives forever.
“Honestly, I have thought about it, Sharon. A lot.” I started. “Part of me is like… knowing I could make the mother of my best friend pregnant. Its like… wow. It would be the greatest honor… to really know I loved you enough to do that to you.”
“What else?” Sharon asked, staring deep into my eyes with keen interest.
“Just that… I would love to look at you, all knocked up with a big belly… and know that it was me who made you that way.” I spelled out. “That to me is… well, it’s so fucking sexy to even think about.”
Sharon’s eyebrow crinkled, staring right through me with an intensity I’ve never seen before.
“You’re absolutely amazing, you know that?” she replied.
“What?” I shot back.
“You,” she answered. “God, most women would kill to hear a man say those things to them. Most guys would run and scream… but you, you put it to words… God, you are just one of a kind, Christopher.”
“What about you?” I asked. “Are you scared?”
Sharon paused, looking away for a brief second. I knew my question hit a nerve considering she had just lost one of her children.
“A little.” She answered. “But when we made love earlier, it was all I could do from stopping myself from thinking about it. I want another child sooooooooo bad, Christopher. I want to have a baby with a man who understands the importance of making the woman he loves pregnant. A man who isn’t afraid of it.”
“I’m not afraid of what is meant to be, Sharon.” I confessed, reinforcing my love for her with a soulful kiss.
Sharon exhaled in contentment, luxuriating in our kiss as my cock swelled to life once more. Feeling my stalk rouse in her ass, Sharon bowed her back, shoving her backside at me in slow necessity.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she groaned into my mouth. “I think my baby boy needs his mother.”
I shuddered hearing Sharon say that. The way she said it, and the compelling passion dripping from her voice spoke volumes.
“Mother needs another baby,” I lovingly replied. “Doesn’t she?”
Her hot breath cascaded across my face, crippled by the surreal possibility. “God yes. Oh my GAWD, yes Christopher”
With that, my cock slid out from the loving warmth of Sharon’s ass as she rolled over. Nestling atop her, our kiss fostered into a full-blown make out, cradling her fertile body below mine.
“God, you young guys can go all night.” She added between the slurps and gurgling gasps of our kisses.
Straddling her as my hands grazed up and down her arousing flesh, Sharon and I’s sole purpose for this moment was clear… a distinct, soulful determination I had yet to experience. I had come so far in attaining the impossible, and to actually comprehend that I was about to impregnate the mother of my best friend… a woman I had wanted, craved, and sought for so long… now, here she was below me, all for me, and no one else.
“Are you okay, love?” I tenderly asked.
She could only nod yes as I paused to relish in our union, lodged deep inside her, all safe and secure.
“I’ve always wanted this,” she said. “A man who wanted me to be the mother of his child.”
I could only think of one reply, “Who says we have to stop with one?”
Sharon flung her mouth to mind, gnawing my lips with hers in a potent kiss. In a flash of an instant, Sharon flung herself up, flipping me to my back as she mounted me with lissome finesse. I had to look back over at the mirror to see this magnificence all for myself… there, all curved and hunched over was that spherical glossy ass I was just inside, all perfectly rounded out and so fucking sexy, slowly descending atop my towering stalk of life.
Feeling my cock wedge itself against the outer lips of her pussy, Sharon let out a long moan of utter surrender. Her hair splayed out across my chest and face, I loved every minute of it. I still held onto those heavy cheeks, digging my fingernails in an involuntary attempt to ensure that she didn’t leave me. Sharon arched her back, bringing her swaying breasts to my face as she positioned herself for a deeper penetration. With a throaty cry, Sharon dug her flesh in mine… slowly and deliciously she proceeded, relishing every throbbing inch of my penis tunnel deep inside her fertile womb. Sharon gulped as she heard my whimpers of anxiety.
“I’m inside you, Mother.” I whispered from deep between her plentiful breasts.
I felt the soft, velvety burrow of her pussy encircle my shaft. I reassured my actions by telling myself that I was born from here, giving in to Sharon’s curious role-play that I found myself enjoying more and more. Every nerve ending in my cock felt like thousands of tiny moist fingers dribbling across my shaft as it made it’s way back home to my “mother’s” warm loving womb.
“I’m home.” I yelped as Sharon kissed my head in self-assurance.
“As only a mother and son understand.” She professed.
“Yes.” I wailed in a half cry-moan.
With that, she gave in to gravity, falling atop me, impaling herself to her very core. She screamed her my name twice as I hurled my weight to hers… her face dropped to mine, letting my scalding breath douse her forehead. I tried to kiss her, but the powerful coupling drove the 38-year-old mad with blinding lust. Sharon flung her head back, thrashing her hair out across her back as she lifted herself up again, only to come crashing down upon me once more. Again, she did the same… and again, I met her with equal force and intensity. Countless strokes followed, and soon, we found our inborn, intuitive rhythm.
Sharon brought her fleshy legs up so that sexy ass could bob, thrash, and bounce more freely atop my groin. The outside security lights cast an orange hue to the room, vividly illuminating Sharon’s curvy physique. I met her slams with gusto, eagerly running my hands all over her bronzed flesh. She unearthed a powerful cadence to our mating ritual, sending me into the glorious depths of incestuous exhilaration.
“Fuck your mother, you hot stud.” Sharon chanted in my ear.
I replied with a heave, pulling her down by the small of her waist, united together in the time-honored struggle for life…
“You better make me pregnant, you fucking stud.” She vocalized over and over. “I didn’t raise you to marry or knock up anyone else.”
The concept of pure, raw incest sent me into frenzy. I commanded her flesh to bounce as fast as it could go, slapping up at her plump skin with my sweaty groin. Echoes of our mating ceremony resonated throughout our hotel room as I focused on planting my seed as deep as I could within my precious “mother”. The very place where I imagined I came from was about to receive my homecoming offer.
“You want to be a Daddy, don’t you, Christopher?” She begged in my ear.
“Oh, Mother… ooooooooh, God yes.” I replied with breathless wonder.
“This means this is for life.” She continued.
I whimpered my agreement aloud, finding renewed vigor in my thrusts. She stopped, letting me control the action as I gladly did all I could to ensure my seed took root. My body, mind, and spirit became furiously fixed on one purpose. I prayed she had never felt a man so bent on pounding her like this. But then again, this was a relationship that was completely unique and powerfully loving. This was true love… how could it not be?
I threw Sharon off, hurling her upon her back as I fell atop her with my thick cock once again stabbing her. My frantic hands clutched those thighs, bringing her legs up beside my chest, inducing the most primal instincts inside her to come alive. Now I pounded her mercilessly as I used her feet as oars, just as if I were rowing a boat. My cock sank in as deep as I could, only to press my groin against her even more to lodge my cock toward her fertile garden that awaited my spawning seed. Sharon hissed and seethed, clinging to my back, bringing her mouth to my beefy shoulder. Like a wild beast, she sank her teeth into my flesh, biting me as each lunge shook her to the core. Sweat dribbled from my face to hers as our bed slammed against the wall. Briskly grabbing both her hands, I stretched her arms out to pin her down. Now I could see her in all our uncivilized magnificence. Perspiration soaked her hair as it lay across her brow… now I was really giving it to her, untamed and without care or regard. This was power fucking at its best.
Then, another erotic inspiration flashed in my mind, taking our relationship up a notch.
“I’m gonna… marry you.” I breathlessly chanted with each loving thrust.
“Oh FUCK yeah, Chris!! My GAWD yeeeeeesssss.” She replied, bolstering my resolve.
My head hung low just thinking about her in a beautiful wedding dress, pregnant or about to become pregnant. My God, to actually propose the idea at the height of raw sex, then to have her accept it without a trace of doubt. I still couldn’t believe my luck.
“The love of your life… mother of your child.” She chanted, digging her heels into my ass, assuring me that her will would not fray.
I think she knew her “boy” was close. She felt my body compress as every sense amplified… my cock began pulsating inside her fertile womb. My breathing, nearly as deafening as my cries, assured her of my impending gift. With every ounce of my being, I summoned my will to give my “mother” this one reward. Millions of tiny explosions raced throughout my mind as my seed began its momentous journey to my lover’s womb. I steadied myself upon my hands, sawing in and out of her pussy like a finely tuned piece of machinery. Her mouth was shaped like an “O” as it soon began to chant sweet nothings to me, as she knew I was desperately close.
“Gonna cumm… gonna…” I barely voiced as she began howling my name.
“Go deep, Christopher… please be deep.” She cried out.
My flesh surrendered to the unavoidable. My flesh locked up, arms and legs contracting beyond all known measure… Sharon secured her legs around me as I shot the first blasts of semen inside my sweet woman. Sharon’s eyes rolled back in her head feeling her “son’s” seed flood her womb. She lifted herself up, madly clawing at my back as orgasm shattered my ravaged flesh. She too felt an orgasm seize her body… the thought of it all went beyond all reason. Strong, thick ropes of sperm shot deep within her as I raised her ass up to meet my persisting thrusts… all I could focus on was making sure my seed took root. Blinding visions of her swollen belly and hot sex demolished me. A violent seizure thrashed her apart as I could only focus on ingesting her with my cumm.
Sharon yelled… I buckled. I kissed, she cried.
Another heroic plunge slammed her again as we both held one another for dear life.
At that point, I accepted the fact that I had done all I could… now, as Sharon and I accepted our inherent karma, I silently prayed that nature would quickly take its course and that my sperm would fight its way up to Sharon’s waiting egg. Now, hope and ambition would be our uniting desire.
Naturally, I fell asleep inside Sharon for the next few hours, drifting in and out of consciousness. I would awaken throughout the night to give her a kiss, or to skim the silky goodness of her hips before drifting back to sleep. Of course, my last thoughts before sleep were of the (hopeful) miracle happening inside her beloved womb.
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The next morning, we awoke to smiles and many kisses of deep affection. I was so happy to be with the ultimate woman of my dreams. I had succeeded in achieving the greatest triumph I had hoped for, and not only that, but to the degree in which I succeeded left my head spinning in astonishment.
We ended up together in the shower for a couple of hours, staying way past check out time as the maids burst in to find my face buried in Sharon’s ass. I didn’t see or hear them since I was too busy concentrating on the intoxicating beauty of her mahogany ass, all slippery and wet with steamy water that cascaded down her back, across the high slope of her cheeks, and into my face. If those maids only knew how far my tongue was lodged up her ass, they probably would have stayed to just watch the mind-blowing act of pure love.
Graduation…
I knew it was getting close to knowing if Sharon was pregnant or not, and thankfully, I was graduating the day after Sharon’s first visit to her OB-GYN. I had finally finished that God-awful experience known as High School as I knew who and what was waiting for me… my soulmate, Sharon. At the graduation ceremony, Sharon beamed with a glow I had never seen before. Dressed in a pretty off white summer dress, she waited for me in the wings of the auditorium after we were dismissed. Beaming with a telling smile, Sharon met me with a faithful, sensual kiss.
Her smile said it all.
Leaning into my ear, she whispered “Congratulations Christopher, you’re going to be a Daddy.”
I knew it, and joyously twirled her into my arms as we laughed and smiled in pure joy. In many ways, that damn diploma didn’t mean a thing next to this joyous news.
“Oh my God, are you serious?” I asked, just wanting to make sure.
Happily nodding yes, Sharon put her hands on my face. “Believe it, mister. You knocked up this old lady pretty good. I’m six weeks along, due in January.”
“Wow,” was all I could say. “I can’t believe it.”
“Better make me an honest woman.” She followed up with a knowing grin.
“Oh, don’t you worry,” I said. “Come here.”
Hand in hand, I lead Sharon out of the auditorium to a remote, secluded area behind the school. Reaching into my pocket, I took out a small jewelry box as I took to one knee. Still in my graduation cap and gown, I opened the box to show her a two-caret diamond I had bought for her two weeks prior. Beaming with tears of joy, Sharon wept as I begged for her to marry me… to become my wife. Placing my hands on her soft stomach, I stared deep into the brown eyes I had grown to love.
“Say you’ll be my wife, for our child, Sharon.” I urged. “Spend your life with me.”
“Yes,” she cried, holding her hands to her mouth in a mixture of joy and wonder. “A thousand times, yes, Christopher. I’ll marry you.”
We embraced right there as we consummated the pledge with a breath of life kiss. We made out for an untold amount of time, savoring the other’s tongues and saliva. Just doing this to my best friend’s mother was enough, let along catching her hand in divine marriage and bearing my child.
“Shouldn’t you go back and be with your family? They probably want some pictures.” She suggested as I burrowed my face amid her deep cleavage.
“I AM with my family,” I mumbled. “With my mother and unborn child.”
“Ooooooooooooooooh” Sharon shuddered. “I love it when you talk like that.”
Up to that point, Sharon and I had already taken up our “Mother-Son” roles as we frequently played out many scenarios where I, as the son, would seduce her, and she likewise with me. It proved to be a most intoxicating ritual that both of us enjoyed immensely. In fact, since our prom, I referred to Sharon as “Mother” in a majority of our conversations and romps in the sack. While it would take a few more years for me to fully understand the deep significance of it, we found it to be a powerful aphrodisiac, giving an edgier temperament to our impulsive sex.
And just as I thought I’d have to dash off to walk through the forced grins of countless pictures and fluff, Sharon’s right hand began massaging my massive erection poking through my dress slacks and gown.
“Mmmm,” she groaned. “Did Mother make you hard again, baby?”
“God yes.” I shamelessly admitted.
“Hmmm,” she lowly murmured, kissing my jaw and chin as she lowered herself, running her hands up through my gown. “Mother’s gonna have to do something about that, isn’t she?”
“Will you?” I begged, teetering on the edge of narcosis.
“A good mother could never say no to her son, now can she?” Sharon bashfully asked with her best open mouthed, pouty look.
With that, Sharon threw up my graduation gown to undo my belt and pants. In little to no time, Sharon was beneath my gown, suckling on my cock. My 38-year-old fiancé consumed me whole, right where I stood. I was unable to do much of anything except endure her agonizingly rich blowjob. It all happened so fast, and I stood there, propped up against a brick wall as Sharon begun to bless me with her dazzling, meticulous tongue dance. I wanted to make her stop because this was my graduation, but then again… why?
I wanted nothing more than to watch my fiancé feast on me, but had to settle for focusing on the sounds and feelings, which were just as exhilarating. I heard some people making their way to us as I wanted to stop, but Sharon chained her hands on the back of my thighs to stop me. She knew as I did that both of us were not going anywhere until I came.
Period.
The approaching people thankfully went in another direction as I peacefully thanked the Gods of passion for letting this cherished blowjob endure. She knew exactly what tricks it took to draw out my seed… how to thrash her tongue sideways, or to coax me with a slow gentle pace. I loved to watch her as I came too, for she would always let a few streams of my semen trickle down my glossy shaft before gobbling them back up. But this time, I would have to imagine that happening as my blowjob soon took its inherent turn towards this side of paradise.
Giving in, I huffed and panted like a decathlon champion… huffing “Sharon, Sharon” over and over as she cajoled my living essence from the deepest recesses of my testicles.
I came, clamping my eyes and spewing out my cumm. It had been a couple of days since we had made love, so there was plenty for my wife to be to consume. And yes, I still found it hard to believe that I had a woman who swallowed my sperm. It was agonizingly beautiful what Sharon was able to do to me with such simple efforts.
Later that summer…
The news of my upcoming marriage to Sharon left my family in a muddle, let alone the fact that she was carrying my unborn child. It sadly divided us even further as I moved in with Sharon in her downtown condo. My belongings stayed in their boxes as we had already planned to move south to Florida, where we knew there would be a fresh start and no small town whispers behind our backs. I was to enroll at the University of Central Florida, and Sharon was to take a job with a marketing firm in Orlando.
I married Sharon in July at an amazing sunset service at Ft. Desoto beach. It was just us and the minister, but that was all that really mattered. I had asked the minister if we could re-word our vows so we could refer to the other as mother and son. I was somewhat bashful about it at first, but once he saw our birth certificates, and knew we weren’t related, he agreed. It was an amazingly romantic setting, one of the purest, most profound moments in all my life. Sharon stood before me, dressed in a satin mini dress, showing off those luscious bare shoulders and caramel thighs and legs. She knew I loved looking at her best assets, and gladly showed them off to her (now) husband. With the setting sun highlighting her full body, and protruding belly, I let it all soak in…
I was marrying a woman I had known since I was five years old. I had triumphantly succeeded in impregnating her, marking her mine for all time. Who would have guessed– who would have even speculated that I could ever accomplish such an unattainable victory? Had I just kept my mouth shut… or just avoided consoling her when her son died… Thankfully, I listened to my heart and sought out the impossible. I could not have lived with myself otherwise, knowing I never would have had true love.
“I take you, Mother, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To protect and nourish…” I vowed as we held on to each other’s hands.
“My son, I take you as my lawfully married husband.” She concluded as we slipped on our wedding rings to seal our fate for all eternity.
That night, we slept on the beach as we consummated our marriage at least five times before sunrise… three with grinding, pure anal intercourse and two by the womb that would see my child bore from it in a matter of months. Sharon had evolved into a full-blown sex fiend. She mastered the art of language, using her foul-mouthed prose as a mental stimulant for us as we strove to experience many beautiful acts together as husband and wife.
With our new home now outside of Orlando, Sharon and I began our new life together. She made sure we had a pool when looking for a house so she could continually keep up her naturally bronzed skin she knew I loved so much. On many nights after she came home from work, we would end up in the pool fucking like savage beasts in the wild. Both of us loved the water, and how sexy it made us feel… plus, her stomach had reached a lovely swell as she now had that maternal glow about her. She would walk around the house, striding in all her fertile ecstasy, knowing soon, she would have a child with a man who desperately craved one with her. It was her greatest moment.
January came as Sharon gave birth to our first daughter, whom we named Justine. It wasn’t long after her birth that Sharon was pregnant once more with our son. Our son was our last child as the pregnancy was incredibly hard on Sharon. I was now 21 and Sharon 41 as I swear she didn’t look a day over 30. Her already lush, buxom body swelled out even more as I happily welcomed every new curve and inch to my beautiful wife/mother. While she always complained about her weight and size, I basked in the glorious wealth of voluptuousness and bold sex. I loved how she looked… how big her ass was, and how it rippled and fluttered when I would slip inside either her ass or pussy. And those honeyed large breasts that burst with milk for our children… I just couldn’t get enough, and neither could she.
I went on to graduate and earn my masters in finance, giving Sharon the chance to stay home with our two children. I started with a growing finance company and worked my way up through the boom years of the 1990’s, giving Sharon and I a fantastic nest egg and a more than comfortable lifestyle. On our tenth wedding anniversary, I gave Sharon a sprawling new 25,000 square foot mansion, as I became the youngest Vice President of an equity firm based in Miami. My life and my family were as much as I could have ever hoped to have.
Tonight, we spent the evening out at the pool where the four of us swam and enjoyed a delightful dinner with a few of the kids’ friends. Sharon was all decked out in her two piece, and I, as always, still remained enthralled with that hot sexy ass can still cripple me after 20 years of marriage and hot sex. I can’t even begin to count how many gallons of blistering hot sperm I’ve pumped between those two succulent orbs in the last twenty years.
As I sat back in my lounge chair, I had one of those moments of divine realization… looking at my two kids and my sexy ass wife, thinking back to when I first told Sharon I was in love with her. It was then I took notice of my gorgeous daughter, Justine, noticing how much she had come to resemble her lovely mother. She had acquired the same hourglass figure and succulent dark skin, the identical qualities that drove me insane for Sharon. Her hair was much longer though, falling down past her mid-back. For some reason, the image of her standing at the foot of the pool, adorned with her wet hair, all strewn up behind her, her glossy wet body likewise in a revealing bikini… it hit me that, yes, I felt a strong hint of attraction towards her.
That night as Sharon and I were watching TV in our bed, I was shocked to hear Sharon breech the subject. “Saw you checking out our girl at the pool earlier.”
“Yes I was.” I admitted, having never kept anything secret from my wife. “And I’m honestly ashamed of myself.”
Crawling over to me, Sharon laid her head on my chest, looking in my eyes. “Why?”
“Because she’s my daughter.” I replied. “Its wrong to think of her in that way.”
“You can’t help being human, darling.” She reassured me. “Our daughter has grown into a desirable woman. Human nature is to notice beauty when one sees it.”
“What are you saying, honey?” I asked, sitting up in apprehension.
“I’m saying that I’m surprised it took you this long to finally check out your girl.” She added. “Do you think I haven’t either?”
“You mean, you looked at her like THAT?” I asked.
“Many times.” She answered. “Come on, we’ve spent our entire marriage role-playing as mother and son, sweetie. Our sex life is amazing because we’ve been open minded about many things… besides, she always says she wishes she could find a guy like you in all the boys she dates. Maybe we should talk to her?”
“About what?” I asked, almost angered by her proposal.
Sharon’s only reply was tediously running her finger down my chest, stopping mere inches before noticing my already erect cock.
“About why the idea of it makes you hard like this.” She suggestively replied.
“Oh my God.” I barely whimpered as I couldn’t believe we were actually talking about such a taboo topic.
Two nights later, the night before Justine was to go back to college, Sharon and I knocked on her bedroom door. Happily letting us in, we caught Justine packing her luggage, dressed in just a loose, oversized T-shirt. Sharon breached the gap, telling her we needed to have a talk. Nervous as hell, my heart nearly exploded from my chest.
“Honey,” Sharon started as we all sat on her bed. “There’s something your father and I need to share with you. It’s rather complicated, but hopefully you’ll understand it after I explain.”
“Okay.” Justine graciously agreed.
Sharon sat up, finding the courage to put our feelings to words… “Sweetie, your father and I… both of us… well,” she tried to sum up. “We’re in love with you. Not as your parents, but as two adults who would love to share a bed with you, and… hopefully more.”
You could have heard a pin drop in Justine’s bedroom.
