Generations
by Ann Douglas
"That was a really excellent dinner, Mrs. Romanowski."
Stanley Greene said as he laid his napkin on the table. "It's been a
real long time since I ate that good."
"Well, when you marry my Rachel, you'll eat that good all the
time," the fifty-two year old woman said as she began to clear the
table. "I've taught her everything I know."
"Oh Mother," Rachel Romanowski said from the other side
of the table.
"Let me help you with those, Mrs. Romanowski." Stanley said
as he got up and pick up two of the dishes.
"Nonsense," she said. "You two young people go in and watch
TV or something. I can manage here just fine. And I really wish
you'd call me Ruth, Mrs. Romanowski makes it sound like either I'm
so old, or you're way too young to be engaged to my daughter."
"Okay, Ruth." the twenty-six year old said as he put the
dishes back on the table. "And I definitely have to say, you're not
too old. If I hadn't met Rachel first, well who knows." he kidded.
"That's it," Ruth laughed in return, waving then out of the
kitchen with her hands. "You two, out of my kitchen."
Stanley was trying just to be humorous, but his joke wasn't
that far-fetched. For a woman her age, Ruth Romanowski was
really quite attractive. Mrs. Romanowski had been a Nurse for
about twenty-five years, working at Midtown Hospital. Her hair
was a honey blonde and he was sure she hadn't gained more than
ten pounds in as many years.
He knew from what Rachel had told him, that her Mother
had been a widow for over ten years. It was quite surprising, at
least to him, that the woman hadn't remarried in all that time.
Maybe it was because of a sense of responsibility to give her
daughter all of her attention, he thought, to make up for her not
having her Father around. Well once he and Rachel were married,
she would be free to live her own life again.
This evening was very important to Stanley, and he wanted
everything to go right as could be. He and Rachel had been
engaged for two months now, and this was the first time he had
actually met her Mother. Stanley lived on the West Coast, just
outside of San Diego. Rachel had lived here in New York until a
year ago when the company they both worked for transferred her
to California. As many times as Rachel had offered to fly her out
for a visit, Ruth had refused. Her husband had died in the crash
of a small plane over a decade before and she refused to get on
any aircraft since then.
Rachel had told him many times that she really couldn't
conceive of get married without first getting her Mother's
approval of the man she had said yes to. At first, Stanley had
thought this was a rather old and silly custom. Then, as he learned
how important Rachel's Mother had been in her life, and how she
had raised her practically all alone, he began to understand. As
soon as he could, Stanley made the time for the two of them to fly
east so her Mother could meet him and give her blessings.
"Come on, Honey." Rachel said as the twenty-three year old
took him by the arm. "In this kitchen, Mom's word is law. Let's go
see what's on the TV."
As they sat down on the couch and Rachel began channel
surfing, Stanley thought again how lucky he was to have met
Rachel. She was a beautiful girl, there was no denying that. Long
straight blond hair reached all the way down to her waist, and she
had a nice slim figure with breasts that seemed perfectly
proportioned to her built. Not that there was exactly a shortage
of beautiful young women in Southern California or even in the
company where he worked. No, Rachel had a lot more going for her
than just looks.
Rachel was a genius, there was so other word for it. She
was a civil engineer that could work out problems in her head that
people twice her experience had to work out with calculators and
diagrams. At first, taking her at face value based on her age and
relative newness to the company, Stanley had been a little annoyed
at her having been assigned to one of his projects. The engineer
assigned to his staff had hit a dead end and Stanley had gone to
his boss asking to borrow someone who might have a fresh
perspective. Instead of lending him one of the senior engineers,
his boss had sent him this kid right out of college.
Stanley ate his words as Rachel worked out a solution to
their problem in less than a week. A solution that not only put
them back on track but made up for the lost time. Trying to make
amends for his misjudgment, he had asked her out to dinner.
What started as a simple dinner soon became a relationship,
even after Rachel went on to other projects. If was funny, but
one of the things that attracted Stanley to Rachel initially, was
her seeming reluctance to immediately enter into a sexual
relationship.
Stanley had lost his virginity at seventeen and was a rather
good looking young man. There had never been a lack of equally
good-looking women willing to share his bed. In fact, there were
plenty of women just in his office that he could take out to dinner
with the sure knowledge that they would be making him breakfast
the following day. But simple sexual satisfaction, as much fun as it
was, wasn't all he was looking for.
A few times in that month and a half before they first went
to bed, Stanley worried that Rachel might have some deep-rooted
sexual problems. He was afraid that their relationship, as
wonderful as it was developing, might collapse on this reluctance.
As it turned out, it was a groundless fear. Far from being
sexually frigid, Rachel had turned out to be what Stanley could
only describe as something of a nymphomaniac. Once she decided
they had an association based on something stronger than just
lust, the floodgates of her passion burst open.
Stanley had never experienced anything like her. The
twenty-two year old combined sexual enthusiasm and imagination
like no woman he had ever known. There were days she shocked
even him. Like the time she came into his office in the middle of
the day, locked the door, and screwed him right there at his desk.
He'd lost track of the places, a good many of then public, where
she'd given him head as well.
Yes, he considered himself a lucky man indeed. That was but
one of the reasons why this trip east was so important to him. If
for some unknown reason, Rachel's Mother decided she didn't like
him, he was sure he would lose her forever.
"Is this you?" Stanley said as he got up from the couch and
picked up a large framed 11 x 14 photograph from the mantle.
The picture was of a half dozen men and women dressed up
as if they were part of the Road Company of Hair. The picture
looked pretty old, but the pretty blond in the center appeared to
be a younger Rachel.
"That, believe it or not," she said as she joined him at the
mantle. "Is the woman who just cooked you dinner."
"You're kidding." Stanley said in surprise.
"Nope, that photograph was taken in Central Park in 1967."
she explained. "My Mother was a real live hippie. Flower power,
free love and all."
"That's incredible." Stanley said.
He had read about the flower power movement back in the
60's, but never imagined he would ever meet someone who had
really been part of it. It was astonishing to think that the middle
aged Nurse he'd just met had been the young girl in the tie die
shirt and beads.
"You see the guy at the end, the one with the brown beard?"
Rachel asked.
Stanley followed the line to the tall, shaggy haired man in
sandals. He wore what Stanley thought were called granny glasses
and looked like it had been at least a week since his last bath.
"That's my Dad." Rachel smiled.
Stanley looked again at the two people in the group picture,
then looked up at another photo showing a six-year-old Rachel and
her parents. He looked hard at the clean-shaven young man and his
wife. Using a little imagination, he could see they were the same
persons.
"It just goes to show, you never know about people." Stanley
thought as he returned with Rachel to the couch.
After a few more minutes of channel hopping, Rachel settled
on a movie showing on one of the premium stations. It was a love
story of course, he knew she couldn't pass one of them. More so it
there was an element of danger in the relationship.
They watched the film, interrupted every one and a while by
the sounds from the kitchen as Mrs. Romanowski cleaned up.
The movie soon came to the inevitable love scene, and this
being cable, it was quite graphic. Stanley could feel Rachel
pressing up against him as the onscreen lovers got both naked and
busy. After a few minutes of watching them make love, Rachel
leaned closer to Stanley and asked.
"Do you think she has nicer tits than I do? she whispered.
Stanley smiled. Rachel was always doing that, comparing
herself to other women and asking his opinion. She also delighted
with using terms like tits instead of breasts, at least when they
were alone. Stanley had heard the questions often enough to
always have a ready answer.
"Her tits are bigger," he said. "But yours are nicer."
"So you wouldn't rather fuck her than me?' Rachel then
asked.
"If we were back at the hotel right now, I'd be happy to
show you." he responded.
"I'm not sure I believe you." Rachel laughed as she put her
hand between his legs and right on his hard cock. "Liar!" she said in
mock anger.
"Would you believe that's because of having you so close
next to me?" he lied, knowing full well that it was the result of the
onscreen lovers. He was, after all, only human."
"Because of me huh," Rachel said. "Then I guess I get to do
what I want with it."
Before Stanley realized what she was doing, Rachel had
undone his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It stood almost
straight up it's full seven-inch length for a moment, before
disappearing into her mouth.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Stanley wanted
to yell, then caught himself when he remembered where they were.
He couldn't believe what his fiancee was doing. It was one
thing to blow him on the flight here yesterday, something she had
done under a blanket when just about everyone else on the Redeye
flight was asleep. It was beyond belief that she would do it with
her Mother just a room away.
"Are the two of you all right in there?" Ruth called out
from the kitchen.
"We're fine." Stanley called out, suppressing the urge to
groan as Rachel deep throated him once more.
Stanley knew that there was no reasoning with Rachel when
she got like this. His only hope was that he came quickly and
before Ruth came out of the kitchen. It wasn't an unrealistic
hope, Rachel was a really skilled cocksucker, and he was making no
effort to hold back. He could already feel his orgasm building deep
in his balls. It was only a matter of a little time.
"Oh my!" Stanley heard the feminine voice blurt out from a
few feet in from of them.
He looked up and saw Ruth Romanowski standing next to the
television, holding a tray with tea and cakes. His skin turned pale
as she looked right at the image of her daughter sucking his cock.
An action she hadn't yet stopped, despite the fact that there was
no way she could not now be unaware of her Mother's presence.
"I had thought you might like a little snack." Ruth said as
she put the tray down. "But I see you already have one, Rachel."
Stanley couldn't believe she was being so calm, or that she
was making a joke about it. His own Mother would be having a
heart attack at this point.
"Not so little, Mother." Rachel said as she finally let his
cock slip out of her mouth and looked up.
"No, not so little at all." Ruth agreed as she got her first
good look at Stanley's still erect cock.
"I can't believe this," Stanley said to himself. "The two of
them are discussing my cock like walking in on your daughter
sucking off her boyfriend was something that happened every
day."
"Would you like to try it, Mother?" Stanley heard Rachel
say, sure he had to have heard wrong.
"Hmmm," Ruth Romanowski pondered. "If you're sure it
wouldn't cause a problem."
"It won't be a problem," Rachel said as she turned and
looked at her lover. "Would it, Stanley?"
Not able to believe what he'd heard so far, Stanley couldn't
accept that she was now asking him his opinion. The reality was
that she had no plan to wait for his or anyone else's opinion.
Rachel turned her gaze back to her mother, and still holding the
base of her fiancee's cock, offered it to her.
If Stanley had been shocked when Rachel took him in her
mouth, he was overwhelmed when she guided his cock into her
Mother's.
"Oh God!" Stanley gasped as Ruth immediately went to work
on him, her tongue and lips proving not only the equal of her
daughter's, but their superior.
On the edge as he was from Rachel's attentions, just the
erotic aspects of Ruth's going down on him was enough to send him
over the edge. He shot his load into his future Mother in Law's
mouth, enjoying a truly memorable orgasm.
As was his habit, Stanley had closed his eyes when he felt
his climax overtake him. He had experienced some really incredible
sexual adventures since meeting Rachel, but this had to top them
all. Nothing was going to ever surpass this he thought. Stanley
was about to quickly learn how wrong a belief that was. He was
also wrong when he thought this particular adventure was over.
"Rachel, I ..." he started to say as he opened his eyes a
minute after he felt Ruth let go of his cock.
He didn't get any further as a now topless Rachel dropped
into his lap and shoved her breasts in his face. She shook her
body, massaging his face with her mounds.
"Suck me." she ordered him as she pressed one of her
nipples against his lips.
Almost involuntarily he obeyed her command, opening his
mouth and sliding his tongue across her pink stubs. He sucked on
her flesh without thinking, his mind more on the sight he saw when
he looked beyond his lover.
Standing a few feet behind Rachel, her Mother was in the
process of stripping. Already she was down to her panties and
underwear.
"Do you love me?" Rachel asked as she pulled her breast
from his mouth. "Do you love me more than anything else in the
world?"
"Of course I do?" Stanley answered without having to even
think about it, because he knew with absolute certainty that it was
true.
"And you'll do anything for me?" Rachel asked as she
pressed her breasts against his chest and stroked his face.
"Anything you want." he replied, although with the slightest
of hesitations this time. Stanley wondered what he was getting
himself into.
"Then I want you to prove to my Mother that you are the
best lover that I've ever had." Rachel said as she pressed her lips
against his for a brief moment. "I want you to show her that you
are all that I'm ever going to want or need in my life. That you are
the one that I'm going to be faithful to."
"This is crazy." Stanley thought as he tried to understand
the situation. He thought about it for a moment more as Rachel
continued to kiss and caress his body.
He suddenly thought he understood. Rachel was a nympho,
and doubtlessly her Mother knew it as well. Mrs. Romanowski was
worried that her daughter would never be able to be sexually
satisfied by just one man. To prove her wrong, Rachel wanted her
to see just how satisfied she was with Stanley.
"Omigod!" Stanley suddenly exclaimed as he realized his
conclusion was only half-right.
Rachel didn't want Stanley just to show her what a good
lover he was, she wanted him to "show her." Show as in
demonstrate personally. Rachel wanted him to make love to her
Mother.
"Am I understanding you?" Stanley asked as he looked into
Rachel's blue eyes. "You want me to..." on the chance that he had
vastly misread the situation somehow, he couldn't bring himself to
even say the words.
"I want you to fuck my Mother." Rachel whispered in his
ear, leaving no room for doubt in what she was saying. "I want you
to fuck her the same way you fuck me, so that she'll never have
any doubt that I can be true to you. Will you do that for me?"
Stanley's first reaction was that this was insane. His
second was that he was nuts to even consider the idea, and that
Rachel was probably just as nuts to suggest it. His third reaction,
once it all sunk in, was that this was probably every guy’s most
perverse secret fantasy. And his wife to be wanted him to do it.
Stanley looked again beyond Rachel to her Mother standing
there. She had stopped at her undergarments, but he could see
that his original assessment in the kitchen was right on the money.
Ruth was still an attractive woman, and in good shape for her age
as well. The choice would've been a lot harder if she had been old,
ugly and fat.
"If you really want me to do this, Honey." he said as he
turned back to Rachel. "Then of course I will."
No sooner had those words left his mouth, than Ruth quickly
left the room. A cold chill suddenly filled Stanley as he wondered
if maybe this had all been some kind of strange test and by saying
he would go along with it, he had already failed.
"What's going on?" he asked nervously.
"It's okay." Rachel said reassuringly. "Unlike me, Mom's not
about to do it on a couch. Not when there's a bed available."
Stanley was relieved when she said that. But before he
followed Ruth, there was something he had to ask Rachel.
"Sugar, I have to ask," he said. "How the hell did you ever
come up with an idea like this? I mean you've come up with some
pretty strange notions in the time I've known you, but even you
have to admit, this is pretty far out there. I still can't believe
your Mother is going along with this."
"Going along with this?" Rachel laughed. "Sweetness, this is
her idea."
"What?" Stanley said in disbelief.
"That's right." she went on. "It seems before I was born,
and not that long after her wild hippie days, my Mother and Father
did a tour in the Peace Corps as well."
"Wait a second," Stanley interrupted. "I thought you had to
have a degree or something to join the Peace Corps."
"Don't let that picture on the wall fool you," Rachel
explained. "My Dad had a degree in Engineering before he let his
hair grow, and my Mom has two of them, Nursing just happens to
be what she loves most. You don't think these brains of mine that
you love so much were a fluke, do you?"
Properly chastised, Stanley kept his mouth shut and let
Rachel finish her explanation.
"Well it seems that they wound up stationed on this island in
the South Pacific. Dad to help build a hospital and Mom to help
improve the general health. Anyway, it seems the people on this
island had some pretty strange customs. One of the more
interesting ones was the practice of a prospective groom having to
first spend a night with his prospective Mother in Law. The theory
was that she would insure that her daughter's wedding night would
be a memorable one."
Stanley had heard of a lot of strange customs, but that had
to take the cake. Calling to mind what some of those Mother in
Laws must have looked like, he had to shudder.
"I'm sure you find this all fascinating," Rachel concluded.
"But Mother is waiting."
With that, she sent her lover off to have carnal knowledge
of her Mother.
'Ruth ... ?" Stanley said hesitantly as he stood at the door
to her bedroom.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light inside.
The room was bathed in the glow of a dozen scented candles,
scattered about the room. Evidently Ruth had given the situation
some thought beforehand. He wondered how long she and Rachel
had been planning this. It was obvious to him now that the whole
situation with the blowjob had been a setup. Something to get him
going and be more receptive to the idea of having sex with Ruth.
Not that he was about to complain.
"Ruth ... ?" he repeated as he stepped into the room.
Suddenly he felt very nervous.
"I'm right here, Stanley." he heard her say.
As he passed the large dresser that had been blocking his
view, Stanley saw Ruth stretched out naked on her bed. In the
soft candlelight, she looked younger than her fifty-two years.
Now without her bra and panties, he could see that her breasts
were about the same size as Rachel's, but just hung a little lower.
The effects of age and motherhood he guessed. He also took note
that her honey blond hair didn't extend to the thick bush between
her legs. That was a mixture of dirty blond, white and gray.
The young man had read somewhere that before you married
a woman, you should take a good look at her mother. The reason
being that your wife was probably going to look like that in thirty
years. Well if Rachel was going to look like Ruth did right now,
Stanley was sure he wasn't going to have any complaints.
Stanley moved to the side of the bed and sat down next to
Ruth. For the life of him, he couldn't think of a thing to say.
Luckily, talk wasn't exactly what the older woman had in mind.
Ruth sat up and started to unbutton his shirt. Warm as the
night had been, he hadn't worn an undershirt beneath it. As Ruth
got to the last button, she reached up and ran her fingers across
the dark hair of his chest. Stanley was no bodybuilder, but he still
had a nice form.
After helping him off with his shirt, Ruth undid his belt and
then his pants. Soon, all that he had left were his underpants.
She ran her hand behind his head and drew him closer. Their lips
met, and she gave him a kiss that little resembled that a man would
normally expect from a woman old enough to be his mother.
Then, just as abruptly, she broke off the kiss and moved
back onto the bed. Stanley looked at her propped up against the
headboard and realized everything so far had been to set him at
ease. From this point he was on his own.
Taking up the challenge, he pulled down his shorts and
dropped them on the floor. Even in the dim light, Ruth could see
that his cock was already semi-hard again. Stanley took his cock in
hand and stroked it a few times, completing his erection. Then he
climbed onto the bed with Ruth.
Pushing aside the knowledge that this was the mother of the
woman he loved, Stanley kissed her with all the passion he could
muster. Ruth returned his kiss with equal warmth, and drove her
tongue deep into his mouth.
Stanley pressed his body against hers as they kissed again
and again. Their lips and tongues locked as he rubbed his stiff
cock against her bushy mound. He continued to kiss her, working
his way down to her neck and then moving on to her breasts. Like
her daughter, Ruth had very sensitive nipples and it only took the
barest caress of his tongue to make them hard.
Ruth's areola was much darker than Rachel's, but pretty
much the same in size and shape. He guided the closest one into
his mouth, working the same magic on them that Rachel loved so
much. After all, the object here was to show Ruth how happy he
was able to make her daughter.
Ruth seemed to agree as well as she uttered a soft moan of
appreciation for his efforts. Stanley quickly worked his mouth to
her other breast as well, using his fingers on the mound he had
just vacated.
As he devoted most of his attention to Ruth's breasts,
Stanley continued to rub his cock against her mound as well. It
was good that he had so recently come, because that meant it
would take more than that to get him going again.
He took both breasts in hand, pressing his face between
them. Everywhere he could, the young man kissed, licked and
caressed the naked flesh. The difference in their ages no longer
seemed to matter. He was a man in his prime, and regardless of
anything else, she was a desirable woman.
Stanley kissed his way across her stomach, down across her
waist until he came to her lightly colored patch. He ran his fingers
gently across it, pressing his index finger inward until it parted her
entranceway and slid inside her. It seemed surreal to him that one
day, long ago, Rachel had come from there. But as quick as that
thought appeared in his mind, it vanished just as quickly. He was
no longer thinking of Ruth as a mother, only a lover.
He planted a kiss right in the center of her womanhood,
tickling the pink flesh with his tongue. He pressed first one, then
two and finally a third finger inside her, sliding them in and out.
They continued to massage her valley of love, even as his probing
tongue joined them.
Stanley had always loved licking a woman's pussy, having
learned very early on it was one of the best ways to satisfy them.
He'd never practiced his art on a woman of Ruth's age before, but
quickly came to realize in just a few minutes that age matters very
little. Her reactions were the same as a woman half her years.
With unbridled enthusiasm, Stanley drove his tongue and
fingers again and again to Ruth's most sensitive spots. He could
feel her body spasming as each successive wave of rapture washed
over her body. If she was like any of the other women he had
known, he knew she was ready for the main course.
Stanley rolled Ruth over onto her stomach and pushed a
pillow under her. She realized that he wanted to enter her doggy
style and lifted her ass high into the air. Just because Rachel
loved it when he fucked her this way, Stanley had no reason to
think Ruth would to. Then again, he had no reason to think she
wouldn't.
His cock was as ready as it was ever going to be, totally
recharged from his previous climax. Using one hand to spread her
legs as far open as he could, Stanley took hold of his cock with the
other and guided it to the now wet entrance of her pussy. He
rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of her sex,
covering the tip of his manhood with her natural lubricants. Still
holding it tightly, he eased his cock past her outer walls.
A loud moan from between the pillows Ruth was resting on
acknowledged his entry. The young man was greatly surprised by
both how tight the older woman still was, as well as how wet.
There were two more old myths shot to hell he mused.
Feeling how easy the full length of his seven inches filled
her, Stanley wasted no time in starting up a rhythm. With both
hands on her ass, he began fucking her with long powerful strides.
Each ensuing thrust was more potent than the last as he put more
of his energy behind it. It wasn't long before his whole body was
swaying in synch with Ruth's, driving both of them head long into
an orgasm.
Stanley had closed his eyes as he pumped away, but he could
still hear Ruth's quiet moans over the noise of the old bed.
Evidently that was another little way she differed from her
daughter. Rachel was quite vocal when they fucked, both
expressive and loud.
"Oh yeah," Stanley said softly as not to break the moan, he
could feel the familiar chain reaction starting deep within himself.
"Oh baby."
He hadn't expected an answer, but he got one. And not
from the source he expected.
"Oh yeah lover," the well-acquainted voice said from behind
him. "Fuck her, fuck her so hard that she comes for a week. Show
her how good you take care of me."
To Stanley's surprise, Rachel had followed them into the
bedroom. The prospect of watching her lover and Mother proved
too tempting for her to ignore. She was now totally nude as well
and had climbed onto the bed behind him. She pressed her body
against his, her breasts deep against his back. Her pussy pressed
against his ass as she held on to him and mimicked his thrusts,
adding her weight to his own.
From the sound of her quick breaths, he realized she was
masturbating herself at the same time. Well-versed in that
pattern as well, Stanley knew she was as close to orgasm as he
was. The only unknown in it all was Ruth. All he could hope was
that she wouldn't miss out on it all.
He needn't have worried as the older woman's body began
to trash beneath him, gripping his cock in a wet, clasping vise.
Rachel followed suit moments later, grabbing his body and
muttering obscenities.
Stanley was, in fact, the last to orgasm as he finally
exploded, sending bursts of white honey spraying into Ruth. His
own body quaked as well, draining all of his energy into those
jetting juices.
Totally spent, Stanley rolled onto an empty spot on the bed.
He lay there for a few seconds regaining his strength, until a
sudden sensation drew his attention. He opened his eyes and
looked down to see both mother and daughter licking his cock
clean.
When they were done, he was surprised to see the two of
them share a kiss as well. It was not a kiss one expected to see
between two generations. Stanley thought he should be shocked
by what he was watching, but after all that had happened to him
tonight, he didn't think he would ever be shocked by anything ever
again. The young man was certain of one thing though. He was
definitely marrying into one interesting family.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1999
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