Chapter 1

Copyright© 2015 by Shoeslayer

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Mom's friend and her son meet again twenty five years later.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   White Couple   Oral Sex   Masturbation  

The weather was cold and windy, nothing new for November up in New England. I just finished wiring up a hot water heater in an old triple decker apartment in Taunton, Mass. and decided to hit Hickey's diner for a good cup of coffee and some danish. Hickey's is a small family run diner that is BIG on taste and I had started going there back when I was attending Peter Thatcher J.H also known as Peter Torture over in Attleboro.

Having had a good coffee break I got back on my old Harley Sporty and rode back to my home down in Myricks and as is my usual custom I checked my phone answering machine for new messages. There was one message so I hit the play button.

"Hello Gus, this is Helen, your Mom's friend, I had asked about you and she told me where you live. I wanted to know if you'd like to join me for supper at Bickford's over on forty four in Raynham at four o'clock in the Taunton room. Please call me when you get in, Bye."

Fate can be funny, Helen is an old friend of Mom's who used to work for the city of Taunton as a librarian. I used to love talking to her for hours, I'd ride by her house at times and see her bringing in bags of groceries. I would always help her bring the rest of the bags in and help put things in the cupboards and she'd make me a cup of coffee and if she had her glasses sitting on the kitchen table, I would clean them with my t-shirt or flannel shirt and she always liked me doing that. She had a number of pairs, silver, black or brown in oval or half-square or half-moon in silver or gold and every pair had a well made neck chain of glass beads and for whatever reason, her black ovals sent my fantasies to places I never dreamed of.

Well, twenty five years later I hear from her and I am quite pleased she called me. I often wondered how she was doing over the years and wished I asked Mom where she lived but for whatever reason I did not, but fate it seems stepped in and Helen took it upon herself to find me. She never married, I really don't know why, I fancied her often enough.

I called Helen and told her I'd like to accept her offer for a nice supper with an old friend and she was very pleased.

So I washed up and even shaved, put on some clean clothes and hopped into my old fifty one Ford flatbed and headed off to see Helen.

She was waiting in the parking lot next to a Lincoln town car, she knew me at once."Gussy." she hollered out, I went to her and we hugged there was a very warm feeling between us even though the temperature was twenty degrees.

We went into Bickford's and found a quiet corner in the Taunton room.

"Gussy, it's so nice to see you, what's it been, twenty five years?"

"Something like that Helen, how'd you happen to get my number?

"I still talk to your Mom and I asked her how you were doing. When she told me you got a Pug, and practiced piano I felt sure that the bio I read at storiesonline had to be yours."

Chills went up my back and the hair on my neck stood on end. She did not tell Mom about me writing stories did she?

"So you read my stories over at SOL, hope you did not tell Mom," I said with a smile.

"No I did not tell your Mom how much I liked your stories, specially the one where you fixed the librarians neck chain, I started to get hot and wet when I read that story Gus."

I was feeling pretty good, an older educated lady telling me she liked my stories and that they got her hot and wet, I could make her hot and wet too.

"So Helen, are you still working?"

"Part time, I did retire but had too much time on my hands, besides I loved my work, helping the public get that book they wanted."

"I like that you keep up with tradition, Helen."

"What do you mean, Gus?"

"You're wearing the librarian's traditional style of glasses, the ovals in black, brown or silver."

"I should have known Gussy!" Helen said. I remember way back when you helped me with the groceries, I left my black ovals on the table and you always seemed to like cleaning them for me, that was very sweet and yet it seemed like they were a sort of amulet or fetish item. Do you collect women's glasses?"

The waitress came over and we ordered coffee.

"Yes, I find them at thrift shops"

"How did you happen to like women's glasses?"

"Well Helen, way back when I worked over at Defiance Bleachery, there were a few ladies that wore half-glasses and one day I asked Ruth why seeing her in half-glasses turned me on in various ways."

"And what did Ruth say?" Asked Helen in such a way that showed she could like this fetish.

"She said 'I ought to show you what they can do for a guy", and during lunch hour, well she touched me down there and got me to cum all over them, then licked the man sauce off them, So I guess that's why I collect them."

"I liked the story of your wife being a dominatrix, then splitting only for her Mom to come in and do things. If you really like seeing me or we like being together, I could love getting into that sort of thing, being a sex slave or having you as a sex slave."

I was screwing my face up trying to read the menu, I knew it was time to get a pair of glasses for seeing up close, Hell after fifty seven years I've done pretty good.

"Are you having trouble reading the menu? here, borrow my glasses."

She seemed to have read my mind, I took her sparkling black ovals with the half-moons and checked out the menu, those half-moons worked pretty well. It Could be a breeze reading sheet music with these.

"Yes Helen I would love being your sex slave, I don't know much about this but I am willing to learn."

"That is a good attitude, never be afraid to learn new things. So what kind of music are you working on?"

"Mostly classical but I do like the pops, Peter Paul & Mary, Dylan's older stuff but mostly Chopin and Beethoven though, Those two have enough material to keep me working for a long time to come."

Fate showed itself again when she started to hum Chopin's etude opus ten number three.

"Helen, that's my favorite piece of Chopin's works, how long have you liked it?"

"Back in my teens, when I heard it played at a piano lesson, there is so much feeling to that piece, someone came up with words to it called, 'So deep is the night."

The waitress came back and took our orders, Helen ordered the apple pancakes and I got the fried chicken with mashed and carrots.

"So Gussy, I wonder why you never asked about me over the last twenty five years."

"Actually I did, a number of times, Mom always said you were doing fine and I did miss you and our long talks."

"And cleaning my glasses at the kitchen table, did you miss that?" asked Helen with a grin on her face. I bet you'd love to do that again, cleaning my black ovals and all my half-glasses, throwing my beads over the back of your neck and and reading the paper."

I know Helen is saying in her own way she wants me in her life and frankly I love the idea of her in mine.

Helen reached down and felt the lump in my pants. I could not believe she could open the fly with one hand and pull my cock out without any trouble. She then took out her other two pair of Librarians glasses in brown and silver, both with beaded chains and wrapped them round my cock and jerked me off.

"I knew you had a thing for my glasses a long time ago Gus, that maybe they were a fetish item for you." she said as she was jerking me off, her long fingers with the red painted finger nails holding two pair of glasses against me and as I am looking into her black ovals I came all over her hand and beads.

"Oh Gus, what did you do to Helen? Damn this is nice. I bet you will love the various pairs of half-glasses I have, small gold ovals; half-square; half-moons all with glass beaded chains." She brought the glasses that were smothered in man sauce to her mouth and licked them clean

"Are you seeing anyone Gus?"

"Nope, fact is I just dumped Carol, She likes my money more than she likes me and hates the idea of me being a cross dresser."

"So you wear women's clothes?" Helen asked with a smile.

"Yup a skirt, blouse, heels, a bra filled with fake tits."

"I could like seeing you dressed up Gussy. I'd let you borrow my half-glasses with the beaded neck chain. I might like to see the light in my glasses as they rest on the shelf of your boobs."

"Sounds like you read a lot of my stories, I really appreciate that and I bet they did something for you."

"yes they did do something, they got me hot and wet."

"That's nice Helen, that you have no problem with it. Carol has a big problem yet wants to marry me. I have all her things together, put them out in a box and I changed the locks, so Carol won't be too happy when she gets back. She told me I had to quit this dressing up stuff if I wanted her to be my wife. Well guess what Carol, I don't want you for a wife or anything else for that matter."

"Gussy, I think we will get along just fine, we have always liked each other and now that we are older, yes this could be nice."

"Well Helen, what do you want to do after we leave?"

"I was hoping I could go to your place and see that piano you have, What kind is it?"

"A Baldwin model L, wanna to tickle my ivories, Helen?" She has a good belly laugh.

"And what would you say if it was my piano?"

"As a wize-ass I'd say," I'd like to tickle your ovaries."

"Well you'd need a long feather for that."

We finished a nice supper and I left a good tip for the waitress. Helen got in her car and attempted to start it but that was not going to happen. Was it fate? Was it an old battery and cold weather?

Whatever it was led to her coming to my place for the night. I told her we'd get her car running in the morning.

"Do you like movies, Gussy?"

"Yup, Pacino's "Scent of a woman, I love how Pacino kicked the Dean's ass for teaching his graduates to be a snitch. Emperor of the north's a good railroad movie with Lee Marvin and Earnest Borgnine as 'Shack who hated Hobo's. Goodfellas is a great movie as is The big chill."

Helen looks so nice when she is smiling, I really have a good feeling about her, I bet she is well versed in many subjects.

"Gussy, Helen loves what you did to her Librarian style glasses, you'll do that for me again, right?"

"Oh yes Helen, anytime you want."

"Oh Gus, this is such a nice piano." and she begins to play Dylan's 'Don't think twice'. I'm impressed, I'm thinking we could share the bench, her playing the upper clef, me playing the lower.

We're on the sofa watching 'The Honeymooners" and some one is knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Carol, why won't the door open?"

"It might be because I changed the locks."

"Are you dumping me?" she asked in a loud angry voice.

"Yes I am, so you can go back to your sister's place. I don't want you for a wife or anything else."

Helen hollered to her, "Grab your box of things and get out of here."

"Who in hell is that?" Carol hollered.She was madder than a wet hornet.

"It's Helen." I said, "She has no trouble with me dressing as a woman."

She hollered she would call the Police and I told her that her things were out in a box in the screen room, that she should get her boxes and leave. Since she stood outside hollering cusses I called the police on her and it turned out she was wanted for passing bad checks. She was arrested and her car was towed.I knew she'd be in the slammer till Monday at the least and I didn't give a damn.

I was very glad to have her out of my life, I knew Carol would make promises with no intent on carrying them out, I saw that in her and it was only a matter of time she'd get the axe.

Back to Helen, I had no idea what she had in her overnight bag but like Felix the cat, she had a bag of tricks and I liked them.

I never dreamt of what she had in mind but that eveining she had me tied up at the ankles with my hands behind me and she drove me to ecstasy, touching me all over with her Librarian style glasses or her half-glasses all with beaded chains and yeah she did some wild things with her patent black fuck-me pumps as well.

Helen was dressed quite sexy, black patent heels, black bra; panties; and slip and with her black ovals with the beaded neck chain, Helen looked like a 'Librarian gone wild.'

"Helen, I am sure you want a roll in the hay, don't you?"

"Yes of course, in the morning, after you make a nice breakfast."

"Like what?

"Oh maybe a breakfast sandwich with an egg, bacon and cheese on an English muffin or two eggs on a pile of roast beef hash and a cup of coffee."

Helen has a pretty good idea of breakfast, that's for sure, I'll need that to stoke the flames in her furnace of desires.

Needless to say I was ready for Sunday morning and so was Helen. She already showered and she smelled like lavender Lilac trees.

Her Boobs were a nice 44D, plenty to hold and do things with and I got her nipples to stand up and turn dark red by running the beaded chain of her Librarians glasses past them, either fast or slow. then those beads went south, yup her pussy lips loved the feel of her glass beaded chain going through them, her legs were spread and her puss was looking at me through her various glasses. Helen's puss was looking at me through her brown or silver glasses as well as putting her various half-glasses down also. I never saw a pussy look so intelligent.

"Gussy, take my phone and take pictures so you can have them on your computer. Imagine turning your puter on and having my pussy staring at you through my black ovals."

There was a lot more to Helen than I ever guessed, here is a woman who simply loves sex. To make a long story short, she got the freaking Dickens pounded out of her that morning and she loved it very much. I could see it in her eyes.

Helen called me a week later on a Saturday morning.

"Gussy, the weather is cold an sunny, how about walking some tracks?"

"Railroad tracks Helen?"

"Of course railroad tracks, you know of any other kind of tracks we could walk?"

So we decided to meet at Truchi's on route 140 and started walking North past Danforth street, Britania, West Britania street, Harvey, Crane. We were walking hand in hand and it was so nice. Carol would have never done anything like this. We walked back to the parking lot

"Gussy, this walk made me horny, what should we do about it?"

There were not many cars and they were at the far end of the lot, we were parked next to the tracks near Staples coal yard. I turned my truck around so that the door would block our view and Helen's car was parked such that no one would see anything.I pulled it out of my pants as Helen watched, then she came to me and with my hands on her sexy ass and hers on mine I pulled her onto me and fucked her brains out and it was so good. She was pulling me into her just as hard as I was pulling her onto me.

"Oh Helen, Those black ovals make you look like a Librarian gone wild, I see lightning bolts in your eyes."

"I am glad we did it, I mean I had to wait for this since last Sunday? the Buzz faded away on Wednesday So that means I will need it every few days."

We headed over to Hickey's for a hot coffee and Danish and we were feeling pretty good.

We went back to my place as Helen wanted to play some piano for a bit and then while we were watching 'Scent of a woman' she asked me if I'd like some good head.

I had no problem with that of course and I dropped my pants in a flash and sat on the sofa.

Helen got on her knees in front of me and began to lick me all over down there as she brushed my balls with her brown librarian style glasses. She would pull my cock up with her lips as her tongue swept over the top of my cock and between that and her dragging her glasses over my balls, yeah it is quite nice.

My loins were reaching the boiling point as Helen lovingly sucked me off.

Slowly her glasses dragged over my balls as I gazed into her sexy black ovals, her blue eyes looked so nice and she looked so hot with my cock between her lips and then I came.

She took it all, rope after rope of my man sauce and she lost not a drop as she was still pumping me for the last bit of that great stuff women love.

I loved seeing the light from a lamp in her black oval glasses, her beaded chain was gently swaying as she kept sucking me off.

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