Ok, this is a long one. If you want something to jerk off to, better look someplace other than this. I already know my spelling and grammar sucks, so don't bother telling me. I'm still looking for an editor. I'd like a lady that loves incest and romance type stories. Anyone up for helping?
He sat looking out the window of the cab, knowing this was a bad idea. 'Why in the holy hell did I come back here?' he asked himself as the cab rolled down the snow-covered streets toward the one place and person he never wanted to see again. 'I could go back to the airport!' he laughed, wishing he could, but as he left, he heard that all flights in and out were canceled. 'Fuck it!" he thought, hoping things didn't get crazy, like the last time he was here.
The cab pulled into the drive of the million dollar home and stopped by the front door. "Here we are sir. That'll be twenty-seven even," the worn down man said.
The cab left quickly, leaving him with no means of escape. "Well, here goes nothing!" he said with a long, drawn out sigh, praying all went well as he made his way up the three steps to the home he hated so much and the person that broke his heart into a million pieces. He reached to knock on the door when it flew open and there she stood with a warm and very loving smile.
"Hey!" she said as tears of joy flowed from her eyes, splashed on a white, silk blouse and on her full C cup breasts. "I thought you changed your mind," she sobbed wanting to hug him to her, like she did when he was a small boy, but she thought better of it, not knowing if he still hated her.
"I told you I'd be here," he replied in a cool voice, trying not to look at her beautiful face or the body that he'd lusted after most of his teenage years.
"I'm so glad," she said trying to wipe the tears from her eyes without screwing up her makeup. She knew how much he loved it when she wore this color eye shadow and she wanted everything the way it was before.
"Whatever," he said walking past her and tossed his bags on the floor. "Where is everyone?" he asked wondering where the maid and butler were.
"I sent them home. The storm is going to be very bad and I thought we'd spend the weekend alone," she said watching his face winkle. "I thought we needed time to talk. I do not want to loose you for another ten years! I'm not getting any younger," she said feeling her heart breaking.
He looked her over and couldn't see that she looked any different, if anything, she looked better than ever. "You don't look it," he said watching her pretty face turning a warm shade of pink. He always loved complementing her on her looks and loved the 'little' girl look that she always got.
She smiled, hoping they'd get over the past and get on living. "You could always make me blush and feel so good about myself," she said wishing she could hug him close to her body, but she knew better, for now at least. "I'm cooking your favorite for dinner," she added with a loving smile, hoping he'd warm up to her.
He felt his stomach growl at her words. "Oh cool! I haven't had a good, juicy meatloaf in years!" he said trying to stop a grin, but it was too late.
"I'm glad! Why don't you go pick us a nice bottle of wine and meet me in the kitchen," she said turning, making her way to the kitchen, wondering if he was watching her, like before this mess happened. She loved his dark, handsome eyes on her and always did, but things just went to fast and much too far.
He couldn't help looking at her wonderful body as she strolled away. She always looked so good and tempting in tight jeans and today, she seemed to look all the better. 'Damn!' he thought watching her tiny butt in the skin-tight jeans, figuring that she had to be working out or something. She looked better now than she did ten years ago.
He ran down to the wine cellar, grabbed the first bottle he saw and joined her in the large kitchen. "Here," he said putting it on the counter, grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat across from her at the table.
He looked at her face and couldn't believe that she'd be forty-five that spring. She didn't look a day over thirty. Her body was tall, slender and any man's dream come true. Her full C cup breasts, her slender waist and the part of her he loved so much, her hips and great looking ass.
"How's your job?" she asked reaching to light a cigarette and was a bit taken when he lit it and held it to her lips. "Thank you," she whispered with a hint of joy, hoping the love they once shared would somehow find its way back.
He took a deep draw from the cigarette, enjoying the taste of her sexy lips. "It's ok. After the New Year, I'm looking for a new one," he said reaching the smoke back to her lips, the same way he did so long ago.
She gentle sucked, pulling some warm smoke into her mouth and deep in her lungs. "That's too bad," she replied slowly blowing it out and across the room, remembering one time when they'd sat at this very table, getting high with each other. "Remember that night you got me stoned?" she asked with a sheepish grin and when he laughed, her heart jumped with joy.
"That cute, little ass of yours was loaded!" he laughed remembering how sweet and sexy she looked that night.
"I always liked it when you spent time with me and that was one of our best times," she said feeling the tears starting to fill her eyes again.
"Maybe we can do it again tonight!" he said giving her a wink, thinking of the killer pot he had.
"You have some with you?"
"I don't leave home without it! And, this shit is good too!"
"Cool!" she said standing up to check the potatoes that were boiling in a large pot and again, she wondered if he was looking at her butt. She wore her most seductive pair of jeans and her tiniest pair of panties just for him.
He looked at her, hoping he could resist, but she turned him on, even after ten years of being away from her. "Having you been working out?" he asked before thinking and now she knew.
"You checking out my butt?" she asked turning to see his big, dark eyes on her very, very toned ass and felt her clit tingle.
He just looked up like a small boy that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Hell yes! That thing looks better than my girlfriend's" he said giving her a wink and like before, her pretty face turned such a beautiful shade of pink.
"Yes way! You always did look better than any girl I brought home. They hated being around you!" he laughed watching a shocked look covering her face.
"You're fucking kidding me?"
"Nope! They didn't like you at all. They said you didn't act or dress 'your' age!"
"How was I supposed to dress, like some old granny?"
"I guess, but you never, ever heard me complaining about anything you wore," he smiled remembering a few of the things she'd wear just for him.
She just smiled, knowing she had a chance to win back his love. "I still have a few of them. I put them away ... after you left," she said watching his eyes widen.
"Yep, maybe, I mean if it's ok with you. I'll pick one to wear later, when we get stoned!"
"Maybe, if I can see what you put away."
"I want to surprise you."
"I'm way past the age of being surprised and the way my sex life's been, we might just pass on it."
"I've been having major problems."
"What is it?" she asked moving back to the table and like before, he held the cigarette up to her lips. Their eyes met and she was sure he wanted to tell her that he loved her and never stopped, but they just looked at each other, not a word was spoken.
"I can't keep it up," he said feeling as if he was going to die right there on the spot. 'Why did I tell 'her' that?' he thought watching concern fill her pretty face.
"You're still a young man. Is it that girl? Maybe you don't love her or she doesn't turn you on."
"I don't know. We used to fuck like little rabbits, but now ... nothing."
"Damn baby! You're too young for um ... um ... it not to work," she said and remembered that she'd just called him baby. 'Oh darn it!' she thought, hoping he wouldn't get mad at her.
"Tell me about it! My balls feel like they could explode at any time and drown me!" he laughed and she did too. So hard in fact, he forgot he was so mad at her.
"It's so good to be with you again!" she said as tears filled her eyes, wishing that horrible day that fucked up their love never happened.
"It is kinda nice," he said wanting to hold her, but he thought better of it. "How much longer till its ready? Maybe I'll roll us up a big fat one and we can smoke it before dinner!" he said with a big smile, watching her laughing at him.
"We'll eat ourselves to death!" she giggled thinking of having a buzz and how bad she always got the munchies after smoking with him. "Let's wait ok? I'd rather do it later, after dinner and you can come up and pick out one of the outfits for me to wear. Oh, do you remember these?" she smiled standing up, rubbing her hands over the tight jeans and couldn't help but smiling.
"Are you kidding me?" he said looking at her great lower body and felt something. For the first time in so long, he felt his cock growing. "Are those the jeans you used to ... um ... wear all the time?" he asked looking at her nice, small ass wrapped so tight in the jeans. She always wore them when she was horny and wanted to mess around.
She smiled at his surprised face and the fact that he was really looking her over. "I only wear the once a year and put them away," she said in her normal low and very calming voice.
"One day a year?"
"Yep, one day and away they go back in my trunk."
"What day?" he asked hoping she say a day that used to mean so much to him.
She looked at him, his eyes still looking at her bottom and she said, "Your birthday," she smiled watching his eyes light up just the way they would when he'd see her in them so long ago.
"You're a nut case!" he laughed with a big smile, remembering how she could always get him so hard with the jeans and some of her other very wonderful and sexy outfits.
"I may be, but I could always get you ... um ... well, you know," she smiled sitting back down at the table, hoping so much that the weather men were right and they would get the three foot of snow. She wanted him back in her life and having him alone for a few extra days, just may help.
'Yes, you always made me hard as a fuckin' rock, ' he thought watching her pretty face. She had Swedish ancestors and it showed. Her face was right out of a travel guide for the country. She had pale-white skin, nice high cheekbones, a firm chin and her long and very thin blonde hair was out of this world. He just looked at her and didn't say a single word. She knew what she did to him and he was happy to leave it at that.
"What else you been up to?" he asked lighting another smoke, hoping he'd relax.
She watched him, trying to figure him out. He looked so tired and ran down, it broke her heart. "I workout four days a week and sometimes five," she said with pride in her soft voice. "Tell me more about this girl you're with. Is she helping with your ... um ... problem?"
He had to laugh at her. "Shit! She's nothing but a bitch! All she does is complain about it and I'm pretty sure she's been fuckin' around on me. So ... when I get back I'm ending it with her too."
"Damn, quitting your job and dumping your girl! You'll have a new life."
"She was fun when we first met. Like I said before, all we did was fuck, so it was fun."
"Sounds good!" she smiled remembering the last time she had a good hard one in her, his. Her late husband was nice and long, but he couldn't get it hard the way she liked it. He was much older than her when they married.
He watched her face and wondered if she was seeing anyone. "Are you with anyone now?"
"Nah, I've had a few offers, but it's hard to find someone that wants me and not my money."
"I guess so. A single and sexy lady that's worth millions, you gotta be careful," he said knowing there had to be a few men that just wanted to hump her sexy five-foot ten inch body.
"I just keep to myself. I work out at the gym in town, do a little shopping now and then, but that's about it."
"You need to get out more."
"I like staying home. I feel safe and ... I got me a computer now! I love the internet, it's so fun!"
"Cool, I'll have to get your email address before I go. Maybe we can write each other," he said before thinking. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to write her or keep in touch.
She looked at him and hoped so much that he'd forgive her, but for now, she was just happy to have him here. "I'd like that," she said returning to the stove and pulled out the large pan from the oven. "Come and look!" she said lifting the pan of meat on the stove, knowing it would most likely be gone by tomorrow night.
He walked to her and loved what he saw. "Oh hell yeah!" he said leaning to get a good long whiff of his favorite food and didn't realize his half erect cock was pressed against her slender hip. Once he did realize, he just stood there, looking at the meat and enjoyed the feel of her warm body against him. 'It figures. She could get me hard if I was dead!' he laughed to himself and quickly moved back to the table.
She watched his smile and was so happy. It was a sight she loved and hoped she'd see him smiling lots more. But then, she felt him. His cock was so hard and it made her tiny clit ache for more. 'Oh my God!' she moaned to herself, praying she'd get to feel him again, like before.
"I'm fucking starving! I was running late this morning and didn't have a chance to get anything. I wasn't about to eat shit they serve on planes ... yuck!" he laughed watching her peeling the boiled potatoes, knowing it wasn't going to be much longer. 'Damn, you have a sweet ass!' he thought watching it moving and flexing under to tight jeans and he also saw that she had on a tiny pair of bikini panties. 'I wonder what color they are?' he thought looking more, hoping like hell she didn't see him. 'I bet a dollar, they're blue, ' he said to himself, having good idea she remembered what he always loved seeing her in.
She knew his eyes were on her, just like always. He was a horny guy and it was such a shame that he was having a hard time keeping it up. 'I bet I'd get you up in a second and it would last all night!' she thought with pride, knowing he always got hard for her and could keep it going and going all day or all night.
"Do you have any 'hot' prospects for girls'?" she asked turning just enough to see his dark eyes staring at her ass.
"Not really. I might just play around a little. I don't wanta jump into another relationship after this one," he said looking up her slender body, remembering all the times he'd touched, kissed and licked every, single inch of her.
"Don't wait too long. It's not good to be alone ... like me," she said as the last words broke her heart. She was so lonely and would hate to think of him leading the same kind of life she did.
"I haven't been happy in a long time. After Joanne and I got together, I just never felt right," he said leaving out a big part. The part when he found out her husband died and she was living here all by herself.
"It sounds like she messed up your life or something. Let me mix these and then we can finish talking about it," she said turning on the mixer and went to work on the potatoes, wanting them smooth and creamy. After a good five minutes, she turned it off and smiled. "Dinner time!"
"Good, I'm ready to treat myself to some good home cooking!"
"Get some plates and a big bowl and we're ready," she smiled looking over the pan of creamy potatoes, hoping they would be ok. She wanted everything perfect.
After overeating, he leaned back and couldn't help but smile at the pretty woman. "As good as you cook and can fu ... um ... well, you know, there's no reason you should be here by yourself," he said in a firm voice, watching a faint smile fill her seductive lips.
"Thank you," she whispered returning his smile, wondering if she might get him again. He remembered a wonderful thing about her and she couldn't have been happier. 'I'd be more than happy to please you. I bet I can get that big, long thing of yours nice and hard for you!' she thought, an idea that he was hard right now. If not, she knew he would be after he looked through the things she'd kept just for him. "I'll do the dishes and would you mind making us a 'big' fire in the sitting room?" she asked with a big grin, hoping he would. She sucked at making fires.
"Sure, is the wood in there or out on the porch?" he asked, hoping that she'd put up all the things she used to tease him with. He knew it would be hard as hell to resist her, but he wanted to see this sexy woman and her great body again.
"I'm not sure if there's enough. The news has been saying we might loose power tonight and for the next few days," she said winkling her face with pain, hoping he wouldn't get mad for being stuck here with her.
"Oh well. As long as we have food and wood, who gives a shit!" he laughed going to the back porch for wood. "You have enough for a week or so, but when this shit clears up, you should call and get a few loads. You don't want to be stuck out here with nothing." He said in a very firm voice, not wanting her to do without anything.
"I will," she replied leaning against the doorjamb, enjoying him taking command of her and her life. "You always made sure I was taken care of and I miss that," she said putting out her lower lip, hoping he'd look to her, but he didn't.
"Somebody needs to! It looks like your help is lacking the skills to do things right! You should never be without wood! You're too far out. Nobody could even get out here to check on you."
"I'm going to fire the gardener when he comes back. He's nothing but a pervert. I think that he sneaks in the house and goes through my undies," she said making a bitter face as thoughts of him touching her private things filled her mind.
He looked up at her and smiled. "I can't blame him. I used to do that all the time!" he winked at her, watching her beautiful face turning red.
"That wasn't the same and you know it. I liked when you did it! You'd lay out a pair for me to wear and it always made me feel so sexy, knowing it's what you wanted," she said feeling her clit start to tingle worse than ever.
He tried concentrating on building a fire, but she was really making it and him very hard. He remembered like it was just yesterday. Every morning he'd hear her in the shower; he'd go in her room, find a sexy pair of panties, and lay them on her bed. He'd go through the day thinking of her sweet ass covered in the panties that he'd picked out for her and he always got so hard thinking about it.
"I remember," he said fighting to hold back a smile and a raging hard-on. "That was always the highlight of my day," he added, laughing, thinking of all the times she teased and tormented him, but in the end, she always helped him 'fix' his problem.
"I liked it too. Knowing I was wearing what turned you on and wanted me in," she said putting out her lower lip again, but this time she really was sad. She always loved the way he told her what to wear or how to fix her makeup, it turned her on so much thinking of him being in charge of her and she wanted him to do it again. She wasn't into BDSM or anything; she was just the kind of woman that loved her man being in charge.
"That was along time ago and all over now," he said twisting the newspapers and shoving the deep into the fireplace, hoping she'd drop this shit. It was all in the past and he did not want to venture down that road again.
"Well, after you're done with this," she paused to watch his strong arms piling up the wood, thinking of him and the way he used to hold her so close. "It'll be like before. You'll be telling me what to wear and I'll obey," she said in her softest voice, watching him concentrate on the fire, hoping he was thinking of her.
'Fuck!' he screamed to himself, knowing it was a bad idea. He loved fucking around with her, but it was wrong then and would be now. "I'm not sure about that. I might just pass on it," he replied looking up to see a sad look quickly cover her beautiful face, but he didn't care. He needed to stay away from her, even if it hurt her feelings.
"Oh come on," she begged, hoping he'd change his mind. She'd kept everything so nice and put away so all the clothes would stay the way he remembered them, but now, he was refusing her offer. "Maybe after we have some wine and we smoke your pot," she added in a more cheerful voice, hoping that he'd loosen up after that and want to see what all she still had.
"We'll see, but ... don't hold your breath," he said blowing under the small fire, watching it grow higher, hoping like hell he could keep his hands off this sexy woman, but he knew it was going to be so hard to do. If she changed into one of her old outfits, he knew he'd never be able to resist her. He never could.
"Wanta see my new computer?" she quickly asked, hoping to change the subject and get his mind on something else.
"Sure!" he said getting off the floor and stood up. "I'll make sure it's all set up right. Those things come with all kinds of cool settings and things, but they don't tell you how to do it," he said knowing she was a master at planning seductions and figured he'd end into one of her traps anyhow.
"It's in the den," she said tilting her head slightly to the side and smiled. "Follow me," she whispered, remembering he loved her talking as low as she could. He always said that it made her the 'sexiest' woman alive.
'You little bitch! You didn't forget anything!' he thought watching her turn, seeing her delicate hipbones and how much he loved laying his head on them, smelling her arousal. "What brand do you have?" he asked watching her small ass wiggling in the jeans with each delicate step she took. She knew how to turn a man on, even with a simple walk across a room, a slight touch of her hand or a warm smile, she was a master.
"It's an HP. They told me that it was the best one," she said leading the way across the house, knowing his eyes were glued to her tiny, wiggling butt and she made damn sure to put a bit more sway in her walk.
'You fucking tease!' he laughed to himself, feeling his cock swelling with blood. Sure it felt good to be hard and he loved seeing her teasing ass, but he wasn't ready to go down the road she wanted. 'How and the hell am I going to get through this?' he asked himself enjoying each small wiggle and sway of her tempting hips and very sexy ass.
"That's a good brand," he replied watching her ass, wondering if she kept that small black skirt he loved seeing her in or, that fucking white bikini she drove him nuts with.
She opened the door, turned on the lights and pointed to the giant desk. "Have at it!" she smiled knowing he'd make sure the computer was in tip, top shape. He always made sure she was taken care of.
He tried not looking into her soft, blue eyes, but it was hard not too. They were like a warm summer day, when the sky is so clear and warm. He sat down with her standing behind him. He started clicking and explaining what all he was doing, hoping she'd remember some of it.
"Well, that should take care of you," he smiled, feeling her leaning closer, until she rested her head on his shoulder. 'Oh shit!' he thought as her soft, seductive perfume slowly drifted up his nose, making him start to grow again. "Would you like to see Joanne?" he asked, turning to her, watching a puzzled look fill her pretty face. "I have this really cool service; I can use my computer from anywhere I'm at," he said clicking a few more things and within a few seconds, he was in his computer. "Don't laugh too hard."
She stood behind him, dying to wrap her arms around him and hug, but she could wait until later and do this right. "I'd love to see her," she lied. She didn't have any desire to see the girl in his life. She wanted to be his.
"Here she is."
She covered her mouth and tried so hard not to laugh or giggle, but it was impossible. "Oh my Lord!" she laughed, putting her arms slowly around his neck as she looked at the grossly overweight girl. "I never knew you liked big girls'" she laughed more, hoping he wouldn't get mad or move her arms from his neck.
"I really don't, it just kinda happened," he said knowing why he went with Joanne. He wanted a girl that would 'not' remind him of the woman behind him in any way.
"Not trying to be mean, but ... no wonder why you're having problems sweetie. I know you love tall, slender women with long hair. You have to go with what excites you and she may have been good in bed, but I know she's 'not' your type," she said in her lowest voice, knowing her warm breath had to be getting to him by now.
He loved her hugging his neck, but he was going to resist her no matter how hard it was. Her warm breath fell over his neck and into his ear, making his cock grow, remembering all the wonderful things she used to do to him. "I figured I needed a change," he said feeling for his cigarettes and remembered he left them on the kitchen table. "I need a smoke. Let's go back to kitchen," he said standing up, pulling away from the little temptress behind him, and hoping he could keep this up.
'Darn it!' she thought as he pulled from her. 'I almost had you buster!' she said looking at him, knowing he was thinking about her now. She could see a nice hump in the front of his jeans. "That would be nice," she said leading the way out of the room, feeling his eyes on her again, hoping he would give into her before the night was over.
He sat at the table, lit two cigarettes and he still couldn't believe how great she looked. 'Damn!' he thought looking into her loving eyes and knew she was his. All he'd have to do was click his fingers and she'd give or do anything he asked.
"Why do you have to be so damn beautiful?"
"I don't know. Would you like me ugly?"
"Does it bother you that much?"
"What's wrong?" she asked in her lowest, most sexy voice, knowing what was bothering him.
He looked into her eyes and knew he was getting weak. Her power of seduction was getting the best of him, like always. "You could turn on a dead man!" he said looking down the front of her white blouse, enjoying her very perky breasts and extremely excited nipples looking back at him.
"Mmm, I never knew that," she said with a girlish giggle. "But, isn't that a good thing?" she whispered, making sure to slightly put out her lower lip, knowing he loved it when she acted like a young, horny girl.
"For two cents I'd..." he said thinking of bending her tiny ass over the table and fucking her teasing ass until one of them died.
"What?" she knew he was slowly beginning to weaken.
"You're nothing but a fuc ... teaser," he said watching her pretty face, hoping that he could last the night without jumping her. She always had a strange power over him and still did after ten years.
"But, in the end ... I always made things right. Didn't I?"
'Yes, you did, ' he thought remembering all the times she sucked him off or the thing he really loved, rubbing his hard cock over her wet pussy and cuming all over her spectacular body. "Yes," he said taking a long draw from his cigarette, watching her do the same, but the way she inhaled, turned him on. It always looked like she was sucking a small, but hard little dick.
"I think you loved my teasing and I'm guessing you still do. Am I right?"
He wasn't going to answer if his life was hanging by a small thread. She fucking knew what she did to him and there was no need to fall into a trap. "I plead the fifth."
"Nope," he laughed. 'You know you fucking turn me on, so why don't you just drop it!' he thought, wondering if they smoked a joint if she'd mellow out. But, the way his luck had been, it would just get worse. "You still wanta smoke one?" he asked watching her lean on the table, propping her face in her hands and smile.
"Sure, I'd like that. Can I go change into something ... sexy?" she asked in a soft, sexy voice that she knew he loved to hear.
"Teasing me again!"
"You love it and you know it," she replied leaning lower, hoping he'd look down her blouse. She wanted him to see her excited nipples, maybe he'd think of all the times he sucked and played with them. "What do you want me to wear?" she asked in that same sexy 'little' girl voice. "I wanta look nice and sexy for my ma ... for you."
He was so close to giving in, but he'd fight her to the end. "I don't really care," he said pulling the small bag of pot from his pocket.
"Hum, that's a first!" she small watching him trying his best to ignore her. "How about my ... black mini skirt? You always did love that!" she said looking at him with one of her innocent grins, knowing he loved that skirt and the way he would reach under it to caress her ass. "Oh wait a minute, I know ... what about my blue, spandex pants?" she moaned thinking of the way it felt when he'd rub her aching pussy and all the times he made her cum while wearing them.
He gritted his teeth, wishing she just go away and leave him alone. "You horny bitch!"
"It's all for you and always will be," she whispered giving her lower lip a small bite, hoping her words wouldn't make him mad.
He knew it was true. She loved him and always made sure he came before anyone, even her late husband knew that. "You need to find a man," he said rolling up a big joint, hoping it would knock her horny ass out for the night. He still had feelings for her, but he needed a little more time.
"I have one I really, really love, but I hurt him. I'm trying so hard to let him know how sorry I am for what happened," she said and couldn't hold back any longer. She started crying harder than she had in years. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Please let me back in your life, please!" she cried so hard and when she felt his arms around her body, she cried more.
"Damn it!" he said holding her as close to him as he could. "You win, but I still need time," he whispered in her ear, running his fingers through her long, silky hair, remembering the first time she made love to him.
He watched her pacing the floor and couldn't help but laughing. "Why don't you come over here and relax. He'll be fine." Paul Jones said watching his 70-year-old dick filling with blood looking at his 34-year-old wife Carla, knowing she was worried about Jon.
"I know," she said walking towards him and smiled. "What's this?" she cooed lying on the bed, making sure her white, satin gown didn't get winkled. "Is this all for me?" she whispered reaching to hold him in her small right hand, hoping he could keep it hard tonight. Carla hadn't been filled with a good, hard cock in a year and she was going crazy with need.
"Hell yes it's for you, little girl," he said enjoying the feel of her warm, loving hand wrapped around his growing dick. "Daddy's always hard for his girl," he smiled to her, hoping she was in the mood to play his favorite sex game.
"Oh Daddy! Shame, shame!" she whispered as her hand slowly squeezed and moved up and down his shaft. "What if Mommy finds out about this? She might get mad at us." Carla whispered watching him smile and she felt him grow more. 'Please stay hard!' she thought, hoping, praying that tonight would be the night. She hadn't had sexy in a year and her baby boy; Jon had his first 'real' date. Carla needed sex!
"She'll never know," he said hoping she'd slide down and suck him. Her mouth was one of a kind and he loved when she'd pleasure him with it. "Will you kiss Daddy's thing tonight?" he asked caressing her face, watching her smile at him.
"Oh yes Daddy! I love sucking your big thing and getting it nice and hard!" she moved down fast, opened her mouth and sucked him deep, hoping it would stay hard. Her pussy was on fire. 'Please keep it up!' she thought, sucking the mature man's cock as hard as she could without hurting him. "Am I doing it right, Daddy?" she stopped to asked in a sexy 'little girl' voice and quickly returned to pleasuring her millionaire husband.
He lay back, watching her sucking him with a pretty smile on her face. "It's always good when you kiss me there," he moaned, praying his old, worn out body could please her tonight. He knew it was wrong marring someone so young, but she was beautiful and he loved her so much.
"I love kissing your thing Daddy. It gets so hard for me," she said in that same voice, knowing Paul loved it and she hoped it would get him hard enough to fuck. "Will you put it in me, Daddy?" Carla moaned hoping he could keep it up. She needed a cock in her so bad she wanted to scream.
"Oh yes! I'd love to put it in my baby girl." Paul said feeling his chest starting to pound with pain. The doctors told him to be careful during sex and warned him about being with someone as young as Carla, but he didn't care.
"My Daddy!" Carla whimpered crawling up his body, pulled her panties over and she took him deep. "Daddy, it feels so good!" she squealed with joy as his semi-hard cock felt so good slipping in her lonely pussy. "I'm going to fuck my sexy Daddy so good tonight!" Carla growled as her slender hips started slow circles around his dick. "Oh Daddy!" she moaned squeezing her excited nipples as she gently moved around.
He trying holding back the pain in his chest, but couldn't. He reached to the nightstand, grabbed the bottle of pills, and took one.
"Oh no! Are you ok?" she asked easing him from her body and Carla wanted to cry. She knew life was going to be tough marring someone as old as Paul, but he was sweet and he gave her and Jon anything they wanted.
He looked at her and hoped she wouldn't leave him for some young stud that would screw her for hours and hours. "My fucking heart!" he said trying to get up, but she held him down.
"No! You stay there and don't move!" she ordered running to get a warm washcloth to clean what little sex juice there was from his dick. 'Oh no!' she cried to herself hoping she'd get some relief some. She couldn't fool around on him or she'd be out on the street. Carla needed help and hoped that it would come soon.
After wiping off Paul, she went down to get a stiff drink and she saw Jon sitting at the kitchen table crying. "Baby, what's wrong?" she asked hoping his date with Jenny went ok.
"It was so bad Mom, she laughed at me," he said as tears rolled down his face, hoping Mom could help ease the pain of his broken heart.
"She laughed at you?"
"Yeah, she said I was a freak and laughed and laughed at me."
"Fuckin' little bitch!" Carla growled thinking of the skinny little bitch that had been playing with Jon's heart for the last two months. "Why'd she call you a freak?" she asked gently caressing his face as she wiped away the tears.
He laughed at her and slowly stood up. The shocked look on Mom's face said it all. "Great, even my Mom thinks I am!"
She stood there in shock. Carla knew he was extremely big, but never in her wildest dreams would she have ever thought that her son was hung like a horse. "No! It's just kinda shocking to see something so big and beautiful as this," she smiled gently rubbing his lower stomach, wishing she could do more for him.
"I'm too big. I'll never find a girl that can fu****um do me."
She had to giggle at him and she moved closer to him. "Baby, once word of you being so big gets out ... you'll have girls' lining up for miles and miles to get it," she whispered, wishing she could be one of them. Something his size would ease all of her desires.
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
She couldn't help but smiling at him. "No, girls' will beg you to screw them! You're a very big and lots of women love nice things like this," she whispered and gently ran one of her fingers over his the swollen head. "I'm one of them. I love a nice, big thing like this!" she moaned again and slowly moved her small hand over his length, wishing he wasn't her son. She'd make up for his horrible date and he'd never think of it again.
He stood there and listened to her words. She was always right about girls' and so many other things. Her hand caressed over him and he felt so much better. "That feels so good Mom!" he moaned pulling her closer, enjoying her soft gown against his fingers and loving hand caressing his massive, swollen cock.
Carla felt like something had taken control of her body. She looked down and could not believe that she was masturbating her son. "You just relax. Let Mommy make it all better," she whispered in one of her soft and soothing voices, wishing that he was in his bed, she could really make him feel better. "Let me have a cigarette, you go get in bed and I'll come up and ... finish this right." Carla said with lust, hoping she 'could' finish this. She knew it was wrong, but her baby needed some help and it would be nice to hold a big, hard cock again.
"Ok," he smiled and didn't think about this being wrong or not. Mom was a fucking babe and if she wanted to jerk him off, great. "I'll be in bed waiting." Jon said and couldn't get to his room fast enough. 'I hope she'll let me see her boobs, ' he thought with a big smile, rubbing his already hard cock shaft.
He pretty much knew what Mom looked like naked. They were very close, so close that some people might say they were doing wrong. He'd walk in when she was showering or taking a bath and in turn, she'd do the same to him, but neither of them cared. Carla thought it was so wonderful to have him lusting after her day and night, even if he was her son.
Ten minutes later he heard a small tap on his door and she walked in, looking like he'd never seen before. Her entire upper body was beet-red and her nipples stuck out twice their normal size. 'Damn, she must be as horny as I am, ' he thought as she slowly walked towards him.
Carla walked in, seeing that her 'baby' was still so hard and in need of her help. He lit candles and was lying on a big towel with a large bottle of oil beside him. "My baby!" she moaned lying beside him, quickly grabbing his massive cock with her right hand and started stroking him. "My boy!" Carla moaned, resting her head on him, only inches from his swollen member, wishing she could do more. He was the love of her life and she'd do anything for him.
He lay there, enjoying her tiny hand jerking him, but he wanted to see her over him. "I wanta see you," he whispered and she sat up, still pulling his cock.