Artist Awakens
Copyright© 2019 by DDMarshall
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Knowing Derrick was coming over to model for my mother and the graphic image of them together still fresh in my mind, I figured I had better make myself scarce. It was a sunny day, so I called one of my friends and arranged to meet him at the country club for a round of golf. After playing nine holes, we headed to the clubhouse for a couple of beers. Even though I knew Derrick was scheduled to model until four o’clock, I was reluctant to go home. I looked at my watch, and it was after five o’clock. I invited my friend to have dinner with me. At six-thirty my friend said he had to go. I figured it was safe to head home. I would avoid going anywhere near the studio until my mother told me it was safe.
When I arrived home a little after seven o’clock, my mother was on the phone with one of her clients. “Yes, it’s ready. I sent a photo to your phone. I will ship the original out to you tomorrow. You’re welcome, Fred.”
Mom put her phone away, “Arthur, You’re back.” Mom motioned to me with her hand, “Come, come, have a glass of wine with me to celebrate.”
“You finished the commission with Derrick?”
“Yes, it went very well today. Yes, yes indeed, very well.”
My mother’s smile and the bubbly excitement in her voice told me that more than a good work session went well, “Mom, you didn’t?”
Mom’s smile grew as she poured me a glass of wine, “I’m afraid I did. I can barely believe I did that. Now they can add me to the list of women at the gym that Derrick has been to bed with.”
I took the offered wine, “Did everything go as you expected? Did you enjoy it?”
My mother seemed to light up as she answered me, “Arthur, it was glorious. What forty-nine-year-old woman would not want to take a strapping twenty-seven-year-old stud to bed?” Mom looked amused as she added, “Or in her studio, for that matter?”
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