Just Like The Old Days
Copyright© 2008 by Serena Jones
Cut to a Tight Focus
Drama Sex Story: Cut to a Tight Focus - Abigail longs for the old days. Back when she was an adult starlet. Can Martin, her college-age grandson bring those days back?
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Son Grand Parent Light Bond Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
"Fuck this!" The grey-eyed boy practically sprang from the couch. "If that's her, I wanna see them!"
Brian grabbed him before he could touch her. "Hey! Hey! Easy, Jer! Be cool." His words were soothing but the calculating look in his eye said that he was thinking along the same lines.
Abby looked around the room. "Is that what you all want? A private showing? A moment in time with Gale Blows?" She practically feel the testosterone level of the room rising. Or maybe she felt the sudden rush and heat of her own blood which hadn't run this hot in years. "I'm not twenty anymore. I'm not even thirty. Doesn't my age mean anything?" She was reasonably sure of the answer but she wanted to hear them say it didn't.
"Hey, ina dark," someone had a beer too many, "pussy's pussy."
"And it ain't illegal to fuck old pussy," was pointed out.
"Yeah, just sick," was the chortled reply. A few elderly jokes were bandy-ed about. Some of them were even funny.
"Come on!" Jer whined. "Pull out her rack! She got enough for all of us!"
"Yeah, but there's only one uh her." Someone pointed out.
"So? There's only one uh her ina movie too."
"What, so we all do her?"
"Well, it ain't like she ain't done it!"
Abby let the conversation flow around her, watching them debate the issue without even considering her feelings on the matter. Martin stayed out of the discussion, a hard, closed look shielding his face from any visible opinion. She tried to remember where all the various props and set pieces were — two scenes in the living room, one in the kitchen. One on the dining room table and one under it. The boy in the bathroom would have to be tall and strong enough to hold her up. Her bedroom, the staircase and the upstairs hall were all fine. The back porch would have to be cleared or re-staged. But the garage had been replaced with a hot tub so the scene on the hood of Oliver's Comet convertible was impossible. As, of course, was the scene in the backyard with the laundry — Oliver's first attempt at an artistic framing.
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