Artist Awakens
Copyright© 2019 by DDMarshall
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Agnes Taylor-Williams was about to turn the page on her grief. This is a chronicle of my wonderful mother's sexual reawakening at the age of forty-nine.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Gay BiSexual Fiction Masturbation Oral Sex
Earlier this morning, Arthur told me he was going into town to see some old friends. I know he called Debbie Albright to see if she was still single and willing to spend time with him. Arthur and Debbie went to high school together. Debbie is a nurse and quite a lovely girl. She was never shy about liking Arthur and was willing to sleep with him even in their high school days. I found their off-again, on-again relationship quite amusing.
But right now, I had this commission to complete by the end of the week, and Derick was not quite in the position I needed him in.
“No, no, Derrick, twist your hips to the left.”
“Like this, Mrs. Taylor-Williams?” Derrick asked in a detectable Eastern European accent.
“Almost. Here, let me show you.”
I walked over to Derrick, put my hands on his hips, and guided them into position. Then I adjusted his shoulders. “This is close, just a little more on the hips and ... Oops, I did not mean to touch you there.”
“It is alright, Mrs. Taylor-Williams.” There was a roguish grin on Derrick’s face. “You are a beautiful woman, so I do not mind so much.”
I put my hand on his muscular chest. “What are you suggesting, Derrick?”
“I see how you look at me when I have erection. I know you enjoy looking. So why would you not enjoy touching?”
Having been caught out, there was no need to deny it, “It’s that obvious?”
“I work in a gym with many older women. I know the look and where the eyes look. For you, I think about sex to hold the pose and get an erection to please you.”
“So you’ve known all along that I fancy seeing you in that condition.”
“Yes, Mrs. Taylor-Williams, I know. I am not as naïve as some people think because my English is not so good.”
“You certainly are not naïve, Derrick.”
Derrick stood straight, no longer holding the pose, “I know some women at the gym talk about me and brag about being with me. Sometimes it is true, most of the time not so true. They talk, but I do not.”
My hand slid down his chest to his semi-hard cock. “Maybe just for a minute. I’ll help you get it erect.”
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