Remember, this is a romance

It is NOT a fairytale...

We both were breathless and seriously in need of rest after that performance. But I had to ask her.

“Did I do...?”

“Was it good...?”

We both laughed, and we took the last drinks out of the bottle of lunchtime Chablis we’d brought into the bedroom with us.

“I was afraid ... was I too rough? I didn’t hurt you, did I?’

Elaine smiled this beautiful, loving smile. She leaned over and kissed my nose.

“No, Jimmy, you didn’t hurt me, and no, you weren’t too rough.”

“Thank heaven, cause...”

“Jimmy – shhhh. Jimmy, I wanted you to fuck me that way. I want you to want me that way.

“The way we did, this morning ... we made love, and it was beautiful, and I’ll always want us to make love like that.

“But I also want you to fuck me like that, like we just did. I want to know – I need to know – that you want me in that way – as a woman – as a way of satisfying your urges and needs.

“Jimmy, I need you to promise me – promise me that you’ll always want me in that way. I need to know that you want me – that you want my body that bad. I don’t want to do it that way all the time – but I want us to do it like that often.

“Promise me, Jimmy...”

Yes, my darling, beautiful, sexy, desirable – beloved – Elaine – I promise I will.

~ ~ ~

I stayed there with Elaine Saturday night, of course. In light of... everything, a fresh change of clothes just didn’t seem to be that necessary.

And of course we made love and we fucked throughout Sunday. I think part of it was that we both had this feeling that we have so many years to make up for.

I had to go to work Monday so staying Sunday night wasn’t practical, especially because going to work would demand a fresh set of clothes suitable for the office. But, of course, I didn’t want to say goodbye, didn’t want to be separated. Elaine felt the same way.

So I did the sensible thing. I asked Elaine if she’d like to spend the night at my house.

A very straightforward, obvious suggestion. But also a big step in this new relationship we were just getting a feel for. Do we want this to continue? And on what basis, and with what frequency?

I tried to ask in a casual, off hand manner, and Elaine tried to react in a restrained, matter-of-fact way – but not too restrained, if you know what I mean. But in fact, Elaine was ecstatic that I asked and I was ecstatic that she agreed.

She packed everything she thought she might need in a large duffel-tote bag, enough for three days or so, and followed me home in her own car – that way she’d be able to drive to her Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday accounting clients.

I hit the garage door opener, and by force of habit I almost did what I usually do, which is to direct the car to the middle of the two-car garage. But then I remembered. I pulled over to one side, leaving room for Elaine’s five year old Camry. I was glad I thought of that, especially when we were going into the house and Elaine stopped and kissed my cheek and said “Thank you.”

And that little vignette was a microcosm of those three days Elaine was at my house – easy, considerate, appreciative, loving.

(“Vignette”? “Microcosm”? Too much?)

Of course we’ve known each other so many years that we know what each other like (and don’t like). We know the kinds of TV programs and movies and music each of us likes. We know what each other likes for breakfast, and we know when we like to go to bed and what not to do until after the first cup of coffee.

And even though I’m a bachelor my house is always neat – I always hang up my clothes, do laundry regularly, and don’t allow trash and junk to accumulate around the house. The kitchen and bathrooms are always clean.

In other words, neat and clean enough for even a mother.

And speaking of bathrooms ... Elaine isn’t one of those women who spread their cosmetics and toiletries all over every horizontal surface in the bathroom or on the bedroom dresser.

And we’re having fun learning what each likes in the bedroom. (Also, that it doesn’t have to be limited to the bedroom!)

Basically, it was just so darned comfortable, Elaine being here with me. And of course, the sex was so convenient.

Bottom line: Elaine and I are pretty well matched as roommates. Which of course leads to the next issue – the big one.

Since Dad died my mom has been living alone in the house that they shared, the house that I grew up in Now it’s too big for her, and keeping it up and paying the taxes just on Dad’s social security and what she makes from her part-time accounting work has been putting a real strain on her. And since my prospects of getting married and having a family to occupy the house I’d purchased with that in mind have been looking progressively dim, the solution seemed like a natural

My house is reasonably spacious, but for a single man living alone it’s huge. Also, it looks like a bachelor’s home. Not dirty, or even messy, ‘cause, well, because my mom taught me well. But I didn’t have a lot of furniture, mainly because I never needed it. And I thought that with no current serious girlfriend and none on the horizon, that maybe Mom – Elaine – should move in with me.

We decided that there’s plenty of room for mom’s furniture, at least the pieces she wants to keep. We also agreed that the “second” bedroom would be Elaine’s. It was was slightly smaller, but it had it’s own bathroom.

But of course, we spent most nights together, in my room ... now, our room.

I have loved Elaine all of my life. For 30 years I’ve loved her one way. But recently I’ve learned to love her in another way – a completely different way. And now when I look at this woman that I’ve known all these years I see how attractive she is – the rich dark blond hair, the sexy curves of her slender-yet-shapely body, and especially the full breasts and the slim-but-round ass, the full lips with their promise of kisses that are anything but maternal...

Maybe I can put it this way: Until a few days ago I saw her as a mother 100% of the time, except maybe times like when we went out, like to the theater, and then I’d see her as 50% mother, 50% attractive, desirable woman that I was proud to have on my arm.

But now... since ... I love her 30% as mother and 70% as a really attractive, desirable, sexy lover. And sometimes I love her 20% as a mother, 20% really attractive, desirable, sexy woman, and 60% really hot piece of ass!

Yes, I’ve come to accept the fact that my mother – Elaine – is hot! And now I find myself around this hot woman almost all my non-working hours. I’m almost constantly aware of her sexual appeal, to the point where I just want to lose any control and ravish that hot woman with the sexy hair and the sexy body.

It all came to a head one day. I was getting ready for work on my normal workday schedule, with enough time to do everything without hurrying but without any extra time to spare. And that’s when Elaine decided to get playful, and while I’m standing there in just my dress shirt and briefs she kneeled down in front of me and fished out my previously-limp cock and took it in her mouth, and using her lips and tongue and hands and all the skills she’s perfected over the years (I didn’t know how many years until later!) got me hard and ready to go – and then told me to put on my pants and hurry or I’d be late for my 8:30 meeting and sent me off to work that way!

So you can imagine how my day went. During my 8:30 meeting and all throughout the day I had to fight the urge to put my hand down in my crotch and relieve the urges that Elaine had planted there. I managed to control myself until I was inside the car, and all the way home I was fighting the urge to just bring myself off in my pants, all the time hoping that Elaine would be there when I got home and we could finish what she had so cruelly started this morning.

I was in such a hurry that I almost lowered the garage door before my car was all the way inside. Not even bothering to grab my briefcase, I rushed into the house, hoping that Elaine was there and willing.

And then I saw her. She was standing at the sink. She was bending over slightly, and I couldn’t see what she was doing – or if she was actually doing anything at all. She was wearing these old white cotton shorts that weren’t very short but were really tight on her, with the seam creeping up into her ass crack, and this really old pink T-shirt, and it was short, too, and frayed at the bottom, and unlike the shorts, the tee was washed out and loose on her and I could see her fine tits swinging freely inside and the hard dark nipples pressing against the washed-thin jersey.

And she looked so wonderfully... trashy ... and I just wanted to grab that ass and pull down those tight shorts and fuck her right there while she’s bending over the sink.

And when I came in she turned her head in my direction and said, “Oh, hi, Jimmy.” But she didn’t move, just stayed there, bending over the sink like that, her ass in those obscene old shorts still pointed right at me.

She didn’t even move when I kicked off my shoes and undid my belt and shoved my pants and briefs down, practically ripping the zipper and waist button in the process. I manged to step out of my crumpled pants without killing myself and took the four steps over to where she was bending over the sink. I grabbed the waist of those ragged old shorts – she hadn’t even buttoned the waist button and the zipper was already halfway down – and ripped them down and discovered...

No underwear? WTF?? Did she ... could this whole thing be planned?

I thought I was just going to ram my cock into her exposed cunt, but instead I found myself down on my knees, burying my face in that crack and trying to shove my tongue into her pussy and up into her guts. I probed her wet, slick pussy with my tongue just as far as I possibly could and was rewarded with a deep groan from her.

But I didn’t care whether she groaned or not. I only cared about my hard-on, the hard-on she’d left me with the whole day. I licked up and down the gash of her pussy, then on impulse I dragged my tongue up the crack and tried to stick it inside her asshole. Another groan, but by then my cock couldn’t stand it any more and I had to fuck her.

I pulled my mouth away from her asshole and before she could protest I stood with my cock level with her pussy and jammed it into her. No “prep” was necessary – I was as hard as I ever could be and she was so wet she was practically dripping, and I bottomed-out inside her on the first lunge.

And then I just kept on lunging. No finesse, no effort to make sure that special places in her got touched – just plain, brutal fucking.

Elaine didn’t make a single protest. She never complained, never did anything to escape what was basically my assault on her. Even the most brutal lunges were met with what sounded, to my mind, at least, as groans of... satisfaction?

And those sexy tits, bouncing around under that faded trashy T-shirt. I slid both hands inside the loose shirt and grabbed them. I mean, really grabbed them – filled my hands with those full, gorgeous appendages and squeezed them, felt the firm flesh yield to the pressure – and again, that groan from deep inside Elaine.

I – well, I mauled them, mauled those gorgeous tits, the tits that filled out that slinky evening gown so well that Friday night – how long ago was that now? And the tits that swelled that clingy soft lambswool dress and pressed against my chest so arousingly that same night, when I held her and realized that I felt things about my mother that I never felt before.

I slid my clutching hands down and gripped the fat, swollen nipples and squeezed. And it probably hurt. I didn’t consciously want to hurt Elaine, but I did want her too feel things more intensely than anything we’ve ever done before.

And I came. I got about three seconds’ warning and then my cock was convulsing inside that wet, dripping cunt. I wasn’t even too conscious about whose cunt I was in. I was simply consumed by my own excitement – by the need for release that I’d been carrying since Elaine rushed me out the door this morning. I leaned against her body, still pressed against the sink counter, putting my orgasm as deep inside her as I possible could

Not nearly enough. I pumped my last jets of cum into Elaine’s warm cunt and stopped, and caught my breath. And realized that was not nearly enough. Despite the intense orgasm, I was still as horny – and still as hard – as a teenager.

I pulled out of Elaine (I had to remember to let go of her tits – they’d practically become part of my hands, I was gripping them that hard) and took her hand and pulled – dragged – her into the bedroom and practically threw her face down on the bed.

And once more, she made no effort to get away.

I took a moment to look at her, and to thrill at the sight of the beautiful, elegant, sexy body stretched out on the bed in front of me. Like before, Elaine just laid there. It was almost like she knew what I was doing, what was going through my mind – and she wanted it. She wanted me to stand there, still in the grasp of my own lust, and she wanted me to look at her.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I climbed onto the bed and eased her long slim legs apart. I was about to grab her hips and lift them so I could once again fuck her, but before I could she lifted her hips, not much, but just enough to put her pussy at the right angle for me to insert my cock again.

I braced myself with one hand and use the other to guide my still-hard cock into the pussy that was on display and being offered to me.

Elaine still had on the shabby T-shirt she was wearing when I got home and discovered her bending over the sink. I wanted to see more of her so I slid the shirt up ‘til it was bunched under her arms, leaving most of her beautiful back bare. I reached down and took her wrists and extended both arms all the way out to the sides and laid my body flat on top of her – my arms covering the length of her arms, my legs the length of her legs, feeling every inch of her lovely, silky skin that I could.

By now the desperate urgency was gone, but the intense desire for Elaine’s body was still there. Instead of the insane pounding I had given her pussy when she was bent over the sink in the kitchen, now I wanted to savor the feel of her body, outside and in. Already stretched out so I was covering that gorgeous body, I concentrated on the feelings my cock was getting, sliding in and out of her still-clinging cunt.

So this time I took my time, sliding out slowly, may cock savoring every millimeter of the tight, wet linings, then entering her slowly, again savoring the feel while I filled her with my cock, then out, slowly, feeling the clinging wet flesh, then in again, driving into her, making sure she knew she was being fucked.

Like I said, I was lying flat on top of her, with my head on the sheets next to hers. And that’s when she whispered, “Jimmy – I love you, Jimmy...”

Huh? Here I am, using her body like a rag doll and she tells me she loves me? Is she hoping that maybe if she says nice things to me that I’ll go easier on her, maybe even stop what I’m doing?

Or can it be that treating her like this, using her, actually makes her feel more love for me? No – can’t be. But then...?

But all of it – the feel of her soft skin and luxurious flesh the whole length of my body, the exquisite feel of her cunt along my cock every time I move in her...

I had to cum. I pressed into her one more time, as deeply as I could, and released the last bit of pent-up lust and pent-up cum in me...

And it might be the best climax I ever had in my life...

And I felt shitty.

What have I just done??

There’s this beautiful woman, the person that I love more than anything else in the world, and what have I just done? I’ve used her body, treated her like a fuckdoll.

Sure, she’s the one who got me so riled up this morning and then shooed me out the door, leaving me hanging. But still, that’s not an excuse for what I just did, the way I just treated her.

I rolled off her, and laying there beside her I tried to apologize for what I’d just done.

Before I could say five words Elaine touched my cheek, so tenderly.

“I don’t know if you saw it, Jimmy, but I liked what you were doing – I liked the way you just fucked me.”

“Confused” doesn’t come close to describing my reaction.

“But Mo... Elaine, I practically used you like ... not like a woman that I love – I just used you – I treated you...”

She smiled at me, with all the love in the world.

“Remember, Jimmy, how I told you that I want you to want me that way – I want you to want me so badly that you can’t control yourself – I want you to use me simply to gratify your lust – I want you to want me that badly. I want to be the woman that you take out your sexual urges on.”

She hesitated.

“Because, Jimmy – if I’m not that person, then what’s the point – why are you and I doing this?”

Her words smacked me right in the face. Because of all the things Elaine and I are to each other, maybe the most important one, the one that ties all the others together, is that Elaine and I – we need to be the person that the other one can go to to satisfy their physical needs. She’s right – if we can’t be the person that the other one looks to, then ... what’s the point?

“But Elaine, I practically used you like a ... like a whore ... or worse.”

“Jimmy, I think most woman want to be treated like whores sometimes.”

I tried to protest, because all “civilized” people – especially men – know that no woman – no one – ever, ever wants to be “treated like a whore.”

Elaine let me finish expressing my “enlightened, sensitive” view. Then she enlightened me.