Chapter 7

Alan is awoken up by the persistent ringing of his phone. He is a little groggy as he glances over past Sandy, who is lying alongside him on the bed, toward his phone. “What the fuck,” he groans. He grabs the phone and answers it. The voice on the other end answers with a hello, and it takes him a moment to realize it is Marian. Some years back he had given them his number in case they ever had to get a hold of him for some reason, like an emergency or to notify him of something about his house, whatever. In that time they have never called him until now. “Is something wrong?” he asks.

“No,” she says. “I just couldn’t sleep and wondered if you were up.”

“I am now,” Alan says, looking at the time on the phone.

“Can we talk?” she asks.

“Now?” he says, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.

“This was a bad idea,” Marian announces. “Sorry I called so late.”

Before he has a chance to reply she has already hung up. Sandy lifts her head up and makes a noise. Alan looks at her and groans. “It’s alright girl. Maybe I should have listened to you and not pushed it with Marian.” He is fully awake now, petting and rubbing Sandy as he thinks about his current situation. With a shrug he picks his phone back up and calls her back.

She answers almost immediately. “Can I come by for a minute?” she asks.

“Sure,” he grunts.

A few minutes later she is standing in the living room. She has on a robe, slippers and a look. Marian has been thinking about what took place earlier this afternoon and evening. She has no regrets, but she wants more!

“For years I had only Bill, and then when I came onto Kyle that made up for the loss of sex,” she explains. “Now I love fucking my son, but the problem is he is at school, so it isn’t often. And one day he is going to find a woman and then if it continues between us, it won’t be as often.”

“You may get lucky and it may be often,” Alan tries to comfort her.

“Maybe,” she agrees. “I mean I do like to lie in bed and finger myself until I orgasm. Sometimes I do it for a few orgasms. But it does kind of get boring without the real thing.”

“I can relate,” he says.

“I doubt you get the point where you think that you don’t need it anymore,” she points out. Alan cannot disagree with her on that. “After today though, I should have pushed it further.”

Alan grins, trying not to seem too cocky. “I can understand, but I don’t want to jeopardize anything...” His sentence trails off as she sinks to her knees and pulls out his cock. He makes a halfhearted attempt to stop her. Then that same warm mouth is enveloping him. She sucks him hard, hungrily. Alan has to grab her head in both hands. “Easy, I’m not going anywhere.”

Her robe falls open. She is naked. Alan pushes her to the floor and roughly spreads her legs. He quickly buries his face in her pussy. He nibbles on her clit while his fingers find that certain spot inside. Within minutes her back is arching, her ass is rising off the floor and he feels a wetness moving down his chin. Alan doesn’t stop. Using one hand, he pushes his shorts down all the way. With his fingers still in her twat, he turns and offers himself to her. She inhaled his manhood, the whole thickness of it. He keeps up the finger fucking as she sucks greedily on his stick.

Twice more he feels her climax. Finally she feels the tingle that means he too is ready to tip over the edge. He unloads into her mouth again. Marian arches her back as she crests too. Alan rolls over and lies next to her. She sits up. Her face is covered in his cum. It is in her hair, on her eyebrows and dripping from her chin. ‘You are a fucking mess,” he says with a laugh.

Marian smiles and uses her hand to wipe the cum from her face. Alan watches as she licks it from her fingers. Her eyes never leave his. She leans over to kiss the man. Alan can taste the saltiness of himself on her lips. “Can we fuck now?” she asks coyly.

The man grins. They stand up. Alan pulls off his short, takes her hand and start upstairs. As he reaches back to turn off the porch light, she walks past him and starts up the stairs. Her fabulous ass is at mouth level so he kisses it and then lightly bites it. Marian yelps and tries to run up the stairs, but slips. She isn’t hurt by any means, except maybe her pride. Alan quickly descends upon her, lying over the top of the woman. She parts her legs slightly and his mostly erect prick slides right into her soaking wet snatch. He slowly moves in and out of her. Marian begins with a slow, low moan. She keeps this up for several moments. The sound of her sloppy snatch is making squishy noises that fill the still air. Suddenly she looks straight at Alan and asks, “What’s the noise?”

Alan chuckles at her. “That’s the sound of your pussy.”

“No, not that,” she contradicts.

At about the same time they both look upward from their position on the stairs to see Sandy sitting at the top, looking down at them. Her breathing is a bit louder than usual. “That’s just Sandy,” Alan says.

“Does she have to watch?” the woman asks.

“You don’t like an audience?” the man counters.

“Maybe,” Marian giggles. “I’m just not sure about the nonhuman kind.” She pushes him off of her and runs up the last few stairs, by passing the dog and right into the bedroom.

Alan is right with her. He stops just long enough to pat his dog, telling her to not spy on them. Then he is in the bedroom, pushing Marian down on the bed on her belly. Before she knows it, he is entering her again. He is amazed that she can take him so easily, but he doesn’t think too much about it. He knows he is not by any means the man with the largest cock. Hell, her son Kyle could have something along his size if not bigger!

Eventually Marian rises to her knees. Alan gets a firm grip on her hips and repeatedly pulls her ass back toward him. She is almost screaming, “Oh shit! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”