“Yes, it was sweet. I have a feeling this guy has more experience with women than he’s been letting on.”
“That may be.”
“Anyway, there I was, crying and crying–and somehow I ended up on his lap. So I took his head in my arms and held it against my chest. The tears were actually running down my face and landing on his hair, but he didn’t mind. I guess I was so wrapped up in my own misery that I didn’t notice what he was doing.”
“What was he doing?”
“He was slipping a hand under my skirt and–well, I guess he touched my spot.”
“Your spot? You mean your pussy?”
“That’s another word I wish you wouldn’t use.”
“Yes, yes, I know, Mom. ‘Very vulgar.’ But is that what he did?”
“At first he just slid that hand up my thighs. I hardly felt it–but I did feel it when he reached my panties. He pulled the crotch aside and–touched me.”
“Were you wet?”
“Yes, I was wet!”
“How could you be wet? You were bawling your head off.”
“I don’t know. I guess my body just reacted to his touch. I certainly didn’t ask him to do that!”
“Jeremy’s a big one for sex therapy. A good lay always makes you feel better, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t think he was thinking it would go that far. He just wanted me to–to–you know…”
“Come?”
“Jenny, please.”
“You don’t like that word either? What would you prefer? Get off? Have an orgasm? A climax?”
“Something like that.”
“And that’s what happened?”
“Well, yes. What do you expect? I mean, it was so unexpected.”
“And pretty exciting, too.”
“Yes, of course.”
“I have to say, Jeremy does have magic fingers! Gee, Mom, he makes me come every time. More than once!”
“Jenny–”
“Well, he does! And he’s pretty good with his mouth too.”
“I’m sure he is.”
“But Mom, that wasn’t the end, was it? There was a lot more.”
“Yes, there was.”
“I suppose he got hard too. Could you tell?”
“Um, yes, I could feel his thing getting big against my thigh.”
“Given that he had his finger on your trigger–and given that you were probably mashing his face against your tits–what do you expect?”
“I wasn’t doing that deliberately!”
“You were probably wearing a low-cut blouse that showed a lot of cleavage.”
“I might have been.”
“Well, there you go. Instant hard-on for a guy–especially one like Jeremy. So what happened next?”
“I figured that I’d just–you know, reciprocate.”
“With your hand or with your mouth?”
“I was just thinking I’d do it with my hand.”
“Hmmm, I’m not sure he likes that so much.”
“He doesn’t like it?”
“Well, of course he does: what man doesn’t want to have a nice lady give him a handjob?”
“Jenny, you have to watch your language!”
“Mom, I really don’t know what other word you can use. Anyway, I take it he wanted something more.”
“Yes. When I offered to do what you just mentioned, he just looked up at me and said, ‘I wanna go in you.'”
“He didn’t say that.”
“He did!”
“That takes some balls! Wanting to fuck–I’m sorry, sleep with–the mother of his girlfriend.”
“Well, it was kind of my fault: I guess I’d gotten him aroused.”
“So what did you say?”
“I thought about it for a little while–and then I said, ‘Okay.'”
“‘Okay’? Just like that?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Didn’t the, um, moral implications of what you were doing occur to you?”
“Of course they did. But I thought, Dammit, if my husband can sleep with that little harlot in his office, why can’t I sleep with this appealing young man?”
“So you’re saying you slept with him just to spite Daddy?”
“No, no. That may have been a part of it, but just a little part. I just–I just wanted to do it, that’s all!”
“Oh, you mean you hadn’t had a cock stuck up your cunt for a while and you were missing it.”
“Jenny, I warn you–”
“Okay, sorry, my bad. But that’s something like what you were feeling, right?”
“I suppose so.”
“So what happened?”
“He somehow managed to scoop me up in his arms and carry me to bed.”
“He carried you to bed?”
“Yes.”
“All the way upstairs?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Mom, you’re not exactly a lightweight.”
“Jenny, how dare you! Are you calling me fat?”
“No, of course not. It’s just that you’re a bit bigger than I am.”
“Maybe so, but he managed.”
“I guess the prospect of plowing into an attractive older woman gives a guy unexpected reserves of strength.”
“Yes, I imagine that was it.”
“So he took you upstairs and–?”
“He dumped me on the bed–”
“The same bed you and Daddy used to sleep in–and make love in?”
“Naturally! There’s no other bed in the house except the one in your room, and we certainly weren’t going to go there.”
“Thank heaven for small mercies. Then what?”
“Well, he got undressed–and then he undressed me.”
“He undressed you?”
“Sure. He’s pretty good at it.”
“I’ll say he is.”
“I mean, he was quite courteous: he was very careful not to rip my clothes off or anything like that.”
“Always the gentleman, that Jeremy. So did you like what you saw?”
“Of course. He’s, um, very well endowed.”
“You bet he is! How does his cock compare to Daddy’s?”
“You asked me that once before–and I’m not telling you!”
“Oh, come on, Mom, give me a hint.”
“I’ll admit that his thing is just a tad longer than your father’s–but I think your father’s is a bit thicker.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes. And that’s all I’m going to say.”
“Okay, okay. So… he leaped into bed with you?”
“He didn’t leap, dear. He likes to do everything slowly and tenderly.”
“Sometimes.”
“With me he did.”
“So you’re saying he didn’t just get on top of you and forge right in.”
“No. He, um, paid a lot of attention to my–er, chest area.”
“Your boobs, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you got bigger boobs than me. You told me that.”
“I guess I do.”
“So he just ate them up, did he?”
“He seemed to like them a lot. He has this way of putting his head between them and pressing them against either side of his face.”
“I know, Mom. He does that with my tits all the time.”
“Okay, fine. That’s what he did.”
“Then what?”
“Well, you can imagine…”
“He kind of slid up your body and–went into you?”
“Yes.”
“Was it nice?”
“Of course it was. It always is. I won’t deny that I like being, um, filled by a man.”
“There’s nothing like it! Could you feel that he was a wee bit longger than Daddy?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“What else did he do?”
“Well, he just kissed me on my face and neck and anywhere else his lips could reach. And he loves to use his hands to stroke my body all over.”
“I think that’s more for his benefit than for ours.”
“Maybe so, but it still feels good.”
“I won’t say no to that. So… he came?”
“Yes. I must say, quite a lot of stuff poured out of him.”
“Well, it’s a pretty big deal to come in your future mother-in-law.”
“What? Are you saying you’ve talked about marriage?”
“Actually, no. But it’s probably something that went through his mind.”
“Maybe.”
“But I figure that wasn’t the end?”
“Um, no.”
“What else did he do?”
“Dear, it wasn’t just him. I was participating too.”
“Of course. But what happened afterward?”
“Well, you know that men–even one as, um, pumped up as Jeremy–need a little rest before they can go again. So we cuddled a bit.”
“And he got hard again?”
“Yes.”
“Where did he put his thing this time?”
A long silence.
“Come on, Mom. Out with it! Which orifice did he stick his cock into?”
“Jenny…”
“That’s not being so vulgar, is it, Mom? I’m just asking a straightforward question.”