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?"
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