Home Again
by Ann Douglas
A.C. Delaney stared up at the tree that had been the bane
of his teenage years. Not many blocks in this part of Brooklyn had
trees like this, so a lot of activities had circulated around it. It
was home base for playing hide and seek. It was the place you all
hung out under on a hot summer day. Most importantly, it was the
site of "the dare". Ten years ago at the age of twelve, that had
been the focus of the most terrifying moment of his young life.
That was the day he'd completed one of the neighborhood rites of
passage and had climbed to the top of the old oak tree.
Funny, the tree didn't seem so imposing now. Then again,
the last decade had seen him go from a skinny 110 pound teenager
to a six foot 190 pound adult. He'd discovered a passion for
baseball in high school and long hours practicing with his father
had transformed him into a starting first baseman both in high
school then later at State .
Sports had only been a means to an end however, a way out
of the old neighborhood. The degree in business he'd earned last
year had been his highest priority. For a while it looked like it was
going to be a hard decision turning down the offer to turn pro, but
a leg injury his senior year took that decision out of his hands. In
a way he was glad that fate had intervened, it meant he'd never
have to look back with regret.
A group of teenagers were playing stickball, using the
manhole covers as bases. It seemed like a hundred years since
he'd played that game.
"Hey mister, the ball!" one of the kids yelled as the rubber
ball bounced in front of him.
In a quick motion he caught the ball on the first hop and
tossed it back to the batter. The action had been instinctive. A
smile came to his lips as he thought some things you never forgot.
Watching the game for another ten minutes, A.C. was glad
he decided to spend an extra day here. After he came home for
his father's funeral over a year ago, he decided that there was
never going to be a reason to again walk these streets. But Arthur
Charles Delaney Sr. had been buried over sixteen months before
and it was only now that the lawyers had finally settled his estate.
He'd come all the way up from Florida just to close on the sale of
his family’s house. He could've just left it all to the lawyers, but
he felt it was something he owed to his dad to see done personally.
The block held so many memories. His own house was down
on the corner. On the other end of the block was Josh Austin's
house. He and Josh had gone off to State together. A grin filled
his face as he looked at a second floor window across the street
from the tree and remembered when it was Jenny Burke's
bedroom.
How long ago was that night he and Josh Austin were using
Josh's new telescope to look at the moon. They accidentally
turned it right into Jenny's room - just when she was getting
dressed for bed. They couldn't have been more than 13 or 14 at
the time. Jenny had been one of the first neighborhood girls to
develop breasts and that had been the first time A.C. had seen a
topless girl in anything other than a magazine. He laughed softly
as he remembered how angry Josh had been cause he waited so
long to give him a turn that Josh only got a brief glimpse.
A few years later A.C. got repeated opportunities to
examine those breasts more closely. He dated Jenny all through
high school as his own body developed into that of an athlete. She
was the first girl who ever gave him a blow job and on the night of
the senior prom they traded cherries. Things went downhill
between them after that when they went to separate school. Last
he heard, she was married and already had two kids.
Thinking of Jenny made him think of her older sister Karen,
or as most of the boys thought of her "Kleenex Karen." Two years
older than Jenny, she was nowhere near as developed as her little
sister. In fact, she really never passed an A cup. Talk about
mixed genes.
Anyway, Karen's solution was to stuff an oversized bra with
tissues. Not the most original of solutions but one that was time
honored. The problem was that she wasn't satisfied with just
giving herself a slight improvement. No, she had to be as well
endowed as Jenny. It became a big joke among everyone in school
as she always denied it. Finally someone decided to settle the
matter.
One day during her senior year Sally Johnson bumped into
her and stuck a inch and a half straight pin into her left breast.
By the time the afternoon bell rang, almost everyone in school had
heard about it. Jenny had told him that when Karen found the pin
that night she was furious, but she'd never mentioned it to anyone
else. She just went on as she was and made believe that it had
never happened. Rather than go to college, Karen had used her
savings to get a boob job and now worked as a receptionist
somewhere in the city.
"I should get something to eat." A.C. said to himself as he
realized that he'd skipped both breakfast and lunch. "Might as
well make the day complete and have dinner up at Mario's"
Mario's was the diner on the corner. Calling it a diner used
to be a charity when A.C. was younger. The food sometimes
bordered on the inedible. But it was a neighborhood classic and
had been there since his father had been a teenager. Generations
had brought their dates there after the movies or some other
activity. That, A.C. knew, was due more to the big dark booths in
the back of the restaurant than the dinner fare.
"Who am I to argue with tradition." he finally concluded as
he began to walk up the block.
It came as a surprise to find that the diner was closed. He
couldn't ever remember a day it hadn't been open. In fact, it look
like it hadn't been opened in months. Then he noticed a small
notice in the window. It looked to be well worn but he could still
make out the words Department of Health.
"Why am I not surprised." the sandy haired young man
chuckled. "I hope the deli over on 13th is still open."
"You weren't really planning to have dinner there were you?"
asked a female voice from behind A.C.
The voice was very familiar and A.C. turned with a smile on
his face.
"Hi Mrs. Austin." he grinned.
The woman in front of him was in her mid 40's, about 5'7"
and weighed in at 152 lbs. Very attractive for her age, she had
dirty blonde hair cut short and carefully styled. A full figured
woman, her weight was pretty evenly distributed across her body
as to give her a full bodied figure. The most striking feature of
which was a set of 38D breasts.
"Hi Mrs. Austin..." the short blonde haired woman repeated.
"That's the way you say hello? Is that what they taught you up in
that fancy school?"
With that, A.C. practically picked up the smaller woman and
gave her a hug and affectionate kiss on the cheek.
"That's better." Mary Austin said. "And what's with this
Mrs. Austin crap. You're an adult now, you can call me Mary."
"Okay Mary." A.C. said, feeling very strange to have her
first name come from his lips after a lifetime of referring to her
as Mrs. Austin.
"My, you have filled out." the 45 year old noted as she took
a good look at her son's friend. "And I know you didn't get that
way eating at places like this."
"Well, I was hungry and..."
"And you couldn't take five minutes to stop by the house."
Mary interrupted.
A.C. considered lying for a moment, saying that he'd rang
the bell but got no answer. After all, she had obviously been out
shopping and hadn't been home. Then he thought better of the
idea. Mary had known him since he was 6 years old and always
knew when he'd been lying.
"I'm sorry.." he said.
"And well you should be, I know your father raised you
better than that." Mary replied.
"Can I make it up to you with dinner?" A.C. said, displaying
the charm that worked his way into dozens of beds back in college.
"Only if I make it." Mary answered, ignoring his obvious
charm. "What would Josh say if I let you go without bringing you
home for dinner. I know he'd love to see you."
"OK, you win." A.C. surrendered. Actually the idea of seeing
Josh again seemed like a pretty good idea. In fact, just seeing
Mrs. Austin again made him feel pretty good.
"That's settled then." Mary grinned triumphantly. "Now
make yourself useful and take some of these packages."
"Yes Ma’am....err Mary." he quickly corrected himself as he
picked up the two largest bundles.
Half an hour later, sitting at the kitchen table of the Austin
Household, A.C. could honestly say he was enjoying myself. How
many dinners had he had at this very table. Mary Austin had been
like a second mother to him. He probably spent more time in this
house as a child than his own. Lost in thought he didn't hear the
phone ring at first.
"Could you answer that, A.C.?" Mary asked as she stirred a
boiling pot.
"Sure." A.C. said as he got to his feet and reached for the
wall phone.
"Josh!" A.C. said excitedly as he recognized the voice on
the phone, "How are you?"
It took Josh Austin a few moments to realize who he was
talking to, then his voice became just as excited.
"What are you doing there?" his old friend asked.
A.C. explained why he'd come back to New York and how
he'd run into Josh's mother.
"Your Mom invited me to have dinner," he said. "Actually it
was more like a command." he laughed.
"That's my Mom." Josh laughed back.
"So when you gonna be home, pal?" A.C. asked. "Your Mom's
making enough food to put another ten pounds on me."
"Shit, this timing sucks." Josh lamented. "I'm stuck at
work, we have to redo a magazine layout from scratch. I'm gonna
be here all night."
"Damn, that does suck." A.C. agreed. "I was really hoping to
catch up a little."
"Better let me talk to my Mom so I can explain it."
"OK buddy." he replied as he handed off the phone.
The conversion between Josh and Mary was brief. She
listened for a few minutes and then simply said. "All right honey,
take care of business and I'll see you in the morning."
"Well looks like it's just you and me kid." Mary said as she
hung up the phone.
"What about Dawn Marie?" A.C. asked.
"Dawn Marie moved out and in with her boyfriend the day
after she turned 18." Mary said in a tone that said that it wasn't a
subject for discussion.
"Two it is." A.C. said as he opened a cabinet and took out
table settings for two.
As he laid out the dishes and utensils, A.C. looked into the
living room to see if the pictures of a younger Dawn Marie were
still on the wall. They were. Whatever had happened between her
and her mother hadn't gone that far.
Dawn Marie Austin had been another of those early
bloomers. By the time she was 14 she'd put Jenny Burke to shame.
By the time she was 16 she'd lost her virginity in a big way. Every
guy in the neighborhood was trying to get into her pants and more
than a few succeeded. If A.C. was totally honest with himself, he
admitted that if he was younger and Dawn wasn't Josh's sister -
he'd want to fuck her too.
"Dinner’s served." Mary said as she carried two full dishes
to the table.
The meal was as good as A.C. remembered meals at the
Austins to be. It was only the absence of familiar faces from
around the table that made him a little sad.
"Something the matter?" Mary asked as she noticed the
look on his face.
"I was just thinking that I'm sorry I wasn't able to be here
when Mr. Austin.... I mean."
"That's all right A.C.," Mary said in an understanding tone.
"We all knew how hard it was on you when your own Dad died. No
one wanted to see you go thought all that again so soon."
"Still, maybe I should've....."
"I'm not going to hear anymore of that, Arthur!" Mary said
in a strong tone. The fact that she called him Arthur instead of
A.C. produced a more serious reaction than the tone.
A.C. closed his mouth without finishing the sentence.
"Besides, you did send that beautiful letter saying how much
the time you spent in this house still meant to you. I really loved
that letter, it made me think of much happier days."
"It wasn't enough, just words." said A.C.
"Sometimes just words can mean a great deal. I saved that
letter you know, I keep it in my night table. I've read it many
times."
The rest of the conversation was confined to more mundane
topics. How did he like where he lived. Was he seeing anyone?
Why not?
"That was a great meal, better than I've had in a long time."
A.C. said as he put down his fork for the last time. "I couldn't eat
another bite."
"Well it's nice to hear someone say that for a change."
Mary beamed.
A.C. remembered that Josh wasn't known for noticing the
little things his mother did for him. Things like cooking his meals,
cleaning his clothes, cleaning his room and basically being there
whenever he came up short of cash. Which in Josh's case
happened quite often.
"I really hate to eat and run, but I still have to get a motel
room for the night." A.C. apologized. "My flight doesn't get take
off until tomorrow afternoon and I don't have a place to sleep."
"Motel room indeed, not when I have two empty bedrooms
upstairs." Mary cut him off. "Now you go out to that rental car of
yours and get your bag. You can use Josh's room and hopefully
he'll be home in time for the two of you to have breakfast
together."
Sixteen years of dealing with Mrs. Austin told him this was
another argument he was going to lose. All things considered, a
comfortable bed and the prospect of one of Mary's breakfasts
didn't seem like a bad consolation prize. He thanked her and went
out to get his bag.
"You know where the room is." Mary called out from the
kitchen as he came back into the house. "Unpack your stuff while
I put these dishes in the washer."
Josh's room was immaculate, something which surprised A.C.
They'd gone away together once his first year in college and by
the time the week was over, Josh's half of the room looked like a
flop house. If he ever decided to marry that girlfriend he was
always mentioning in his letters, he was in for a big awakening. A.C.
was sure she wasn't the type to pick up after him like his Mom.
"Hmm, I wonder." A.C. said as he slid the top draw of
Josh's desk all the way out and looked at the small space beneath
it.
Hidden there were copies of Hustler, High Society and
Playboy. Some things never changed he thought as he laughed.
That was a great advantage of having his own apartment, he didn't
have to hide such things if he wanted them.
A.C. took the time to change into a comfortable pair of
shorts and a T-shirt. No sense sitting around the rest of the night
in a shirt and tie.
"It's going to be a hot night." Mary said as he walked back
into the kitchen. "There's a good movie on HBO and I've already
turned up the air conditioner so we can relax and enjoy it."
"Sounds great." A.C. said. "Any popcorn?" he asked,
remembering all the movie nights they'd shared over the years.
"Of course, what would a movie be without it." Mary said as
she held up a microwave popcorn bag.
Back when they were kids they'd took turns making
Jiffy-Pop Popcorn on the range top. Oh well, the price of
progress.
They watched the end of some silly comedy and chatted
some more. A.C. was really enjoying himself. This was what he
missed in his life, just having someone to talk to.
"I'm going to get some wine before the movie starts." Mary
said as she got up, "Can I get you anything?"
"Wine would be fine." A.C. said, remembering the tongue
lashing the first time Mary had caught Josh and him after they'd
had a few cans of beer. He guessed he really was an adult after
all.
Mary came back fifteen minutes later with a bottle of wine
and two glasses. She'd also taken the opportunity to change into a
more comfortable outfit. She had discarded the dress she'd been
wearing and now wore a oversized T-shirt which stretched down to
just above her knees. In the cool air conditioned environment her
thick nipples were clearly evident beneath the thin material.
Taking a seat next to Mary on the couch, A.C. kept sneaking
peaks at those erect nipples. Unbidden, the memories of the night
he had gotten a very good look at the bountiful breasts beneath
filled his mind.
It was July 7th, 1990, a night he would always remember.
Josh, Jerry Burke and he were camping out in the backyard of
Josh's house. Close to midnight, nature called and A.C. went back
in the house to answer.
The first floor bathroom was being fixed so he had to use
the one up on the second floor. Once he got up there, he heard
sounds he couldn't identify coming from Dawn's room. Curious,
since Josh had told him his little sister was spending the week at
their grandmother's, A.C. quietly walked down the hall.
It wasn't until he got to the door of her room that he
realized that the noise was coming from the open door next to
Dawn's. Silently, the 16 year old inched along the door and peeked
in from the dark corridor.
The lights in the room were off but there was more than
enough illumination from the streetlights outside for A.C. to get
the surprise of his young life. Mr. Austin was laying on the bed, his
hands interlocked behind his head. He was totally naked and for
the first time, A.C. saw an adult erect cock.
Not that this milestone ever entered his mind. Because at
that moment, Jim Austin's cock was buried in the mouth of his
equally naked wife. A.C. stood mesmerized as he watched Mary
Austin's head bob up and down as she performed a sexual act he
had only heard the older guys make jokes about. Bouncing, as she
moved, were breasts larger than the boy had seen in the Playboy
magazines his older brother sometimes let him borrow.
"Shit!" A.C. said under his breath as he carefully retraced
his steps, fearful that they would hear him. His young heart had
been racing like a trip hammer and even his breathing seemed
exceptionally loud.
The temptation to remain almost overrode his fear of
discovery, but good sense finally prevailed. As he tip toed back
towards the bathroom, A.C. realized that he had a first class
hard-on. He'd have to do something about that before he went
back to his friends. The last thing he ever wanted them to think
was that he got that erection from laying next to one of them.
Sitting in the bathroom with his pants down around his
ankles, A.C. began to gently stroke his cock. Fully erect it wasn't
anywhere as large as Mr. Austin's, but then again he still had a lot
of growing to do.
Gently, slowly, he ran his hand up and down his full six
inches. It felt so good. Closing his eyes he imaged what it would be
like if he could change places with Jim Austin. What would it be
like to have a woman suck his cock.
A.C. began to pump furiously as he imagined Mary rubbing
those big boobs against his cock. He could almost feel the warmth
of her skin against his and the even greater heat of her mouth on
his boyhood. Already he could feel a familiar fire growing in his
balls. The teen was oblivious to his surroundings. In his
imagination, he was laying in that bed with Mary.
A.C.'s cock was as hard as it had ever been, his hand a blur
of motion. His body was jerking up and down so fast he was
bouncing on the toilet seat. Moments later he felt the first surge
of his orgasm race up the length of his boyhood and explode into
the night air. His cock erupted again and again. Each stroke,
sending white droplets scattering in every direction. He had to
bite
down on his lip to keep from shouting with joy. He had never felt
so good before.
Finally, his eruptions subsided until only a small pearl of
white appeared at the tip of his cock in response to his continued
pumping. He could feel a softness growing in his hand and knew he
was done. It had felt so very good. That A.C. had just jerked off
to the naked image of his best friend's mother never entered his
mind. At least not at this moment.
It took a few minutes for A.C. to clean up the mess on the
floor tiles. It wouldn't do for them to find cum spots in the
morning. When he stepped back out of the bathroom, he could
hear the sound of the bed creaking from down the hall and it
didn't take much imagination for him to know that it wasn't from
the two of them playing leapfrog on the bed.
The familiar HBO fanfare brought A.C. back from his little
trip down memory lane. No doubt about it, even with the
perspective of hindsight, that had been one of the most erotic
moments of his life. He smiled at Mary as she glanced in his
direction. Image her reaction if she had any idea what he was
thinking.
The movie turned out to be "Disclosure" with Demi Moore
and Michael Douglas. A.C. had never seen it before but he'd heard
about it.
When the film got to the part were Demi Moore's character
was seducing Michael Douglas's, A.C. looked down and noticed that
he was once again getting a major erection. Then again, what
normal guy could watch Demi Moore give a blow job, however
simulated, and not have a reaction.
A.C. carefully lifted the large half empty bowl of popcorn
off the table and put it on his lap, strategically covering a potential
embarrassment. Out a the corner of his eye he was glad to see
that Mary hadn't noticed.
"Interesting movie, isn't it." Mary commented as she
reached into the bowl and grabbed an handful of popcorn.
"Yeah, it is." A.C. said, trying to ignore the fact that only
the plastic bowl separated Mary's hand from his hard cock.
"Personally, I think she'd too perfect." Mary went on as she
scooped some of the popcorn into her mouth. "It's like what a lot
of people used to say about Barbie dolls. That they gave little girls
a negative image of themselves because most of them were never
going to grow up and have that perfect body."
Mary paused as she took a little wine to wash down the
popcorn. All the time her eyes never left the television screen
where Demi was now fucking Michael.
"Also she creates a bad image for guys too." she went on.
"A young man spends all his time looking for Miss Perfect Body
when someone who loves them and would spend the rest of their
life making him happy could be right under their nose. What do
you think she'd look like if she didn't have a small army of personal
trainers taking care of her?"
"I guess I never really thought of it that way." A.C. said.
"Well it's something that you should keep in mind." Mary
said, turning her head away from the movie and looking right at
A.C.. "I'll bet you've passed up a dozen girls who were interested
in you because you didn't think they were perfect enough?"
"Well I wouldn't say a dozen." A.C. said, caught off guard as
he wondered where this sudden conversation was going.
"I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, A.C." she said as
she smiled. "It's just something I've become increasingly aware
of lately. That people sometimes sell themselves and other people
short because they don't think they are attractive enough."
"I don't understand." A.C. replied, more than a little
confused.
"I guess it's just an old lady's ramblings." Mary said as she
finished her wine.
"You're far from old." A.C. said.
"Well there are times that I feel that way." Mary replied.
A.C. put his own glass of wine down on the table and looked
into Mary's face. It was obvious that something was bothering
her.
"Mary, is there something that you'd like to talk about.
Something that you might not feel like discussing with your friends
that live around here. If so, I'm all ears."
"You'd find it very boring."
"As if you didn't find a lot of the talks we had while I was
growing up a little boring." he grinned.
Mary took a deep breath and picked up the remote control.
With a flick of her finger she turned off the television.
"I hope you don't mind," she said. "But if we're going to talk
I'd rather it be without the distraction."
"Sure, they'll run the movie a dozen more times this month
anyway." A.C. said.
Mary took a few moments to collect her thoughts. Then in a
quiet tone she began.
"You know I was quite young when I married Mr. Austin."
she began. "I hadn't even turned 18 yet."
A.C. knew they'd been married a long time but he didn't
know she'd been married that young. He also knew that Josh's
father was ten years older than his mother.
"I wasn't pregnant or anything, if that's what your thinking."
she went on. "It's just that I had a very rough life up to that
point. Both my parents died before I was even in my teens and I
spent a good number of years being passed from relative to
relative. I had a really poor self image back then as you might
imagine. So when an older man like Jim took an interest in me, I
was totally overwhelmed. He was good looking, successful and
could have almost any woman he wanted. It wasn't because I was
so young either. If he wanted it, I would've just been his lover, he
didn't have to marry me. In fact, you might find this hard to
believe, but I was still a virgin going to our marriage bed."
If A.C. was ever certain about anything during the years he
spent in this house as an almost adopted son, it was that Mary and
Jim Austin had been very deeply in love with each other right up to
the day he died.
"You must miss him very much." was all he could think to
say.
"Yes, I do." she answered. "But I know that Jim would be
the first one to say that life goes on and in fact during his last
months he made me promise that I'd find someone new to love. He
didn't want me wearing widow's weeds for the rest of my life."
"I'm sure there are lots of men you'd want to take you out."
A.C. commented.
"Oh there have been lots of offers." Mary quickly replied.
"But I've turned them all down."
"Why?" A.C. asked.
"Because, as silly as it sounds, I find myself at 45 turning
back into that scared little teenage girl I once was." she said
quickly, as if she had to force the words out.
A quiet pause hung in the air, and Mary could tell that A.C.
didn't understand.
"Do you remember what it was like the first time you went
to bed with a girl?" she asked. "Jenny Burke from cross the
street, wasn't it?"
"How you'd know?" A.C. asked in surprise.
"You'd be amazed at the things I've known over the years."
Mary grinned. "Sometimes I can be very observant. But I'm
digressing. Do you remember how you felt the first time you knew
you were going to go all the way. How scared you were, whatever
public image you portrayed, that Jenny might find you lacking in
some way?"
Thinking back, A.C. remembered that was exactly how he
had felt.
"But that was when I was a kid." he said, as if the few years
in between then and now had been a lifetime. "I don't feel that
way now."
"You don't, but I do." Mary replied. "Maybe it's because
I've never had another lover in my life. I don't know. Maybe
because even after all these years I've had this secret suspicion
that I was a lousy lover but Jim would never tell me so."
"That's nonsense, I saw you......" A.C. started to blurt out
without thinking and then realized what he had said.
"You saw me what?" Mary asked, now it was her turn to be
confused.
With a sheepish grin, A.C. confessed his having seen her and
Jim that night he had slept over. He left out the part about him
jacking off afterwards and all the times he had masturbated off
to her mental image, even after he'd had visions of younger women
to replace it.
"Oh my." Mary said, a slight tinge of embarrassment
coloring her face for a moment.
"Hey, it was a long time ago." A.C. interjected. "But believe
me, from what little I saw, I can honestly say that you weren't a
lousy lover."
"Even if I accept what you say as true, it was a long time
ago." Mary suggested. "Even with Jim, we stopped being intimate
a year after that when he first got sick."
A.C. just stared. No matter what he said, the idea that she
was undesirable was so rooted in her mind that words were never
going to shake it.
"Mary, do you know that I grew up with you as my fantasy
lover." he blurted out, exaggerating the truth just a little.
"Me?" she responded.
"That's right." he continued. "I don't know how many nights
I wished that I was older so that we could be lovers for real. So
if you could have that much of an effect on me, how could you be
anything but desirable."
"But I was younger then..." she shot back, unwilling to give
up her belief.
"I don't feel any differently now." A.C. replied. "I think
you're just as attractive now as you were back then. Maybe that's
why I haven't found anyone yet. I'm not looking for a Demi or
Barbie, I'm looking for another you."
A.C. let out a deep breath. He was talking without thinking,
and he was walking in a very dangerous mine field.
Mary sat silent for long moments as the only sound in the
room was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the beating of
their hearts. A.C. could feel beads of sweat on his neck that began
to run down his back. What had he said?
Mary finally smiled and reached out and took his hand in
hers. Her grip was firm but gentle. Her voice, when she spoke,
was gentle and soft.
"You know A.C., when you and Josh were younger, I
sometimes wished that you were really my son. I couldn't have
cared more for you if you were though. Right now, at this moment,
I'm glad you're not. Because if you were, I could never say what I
think I'm about to.
A.C. could feel a slight tremble in her hand, a tremble that
could be reflected in the pit of his own stomach.
"Take me to bed, A.C." she finally asked. "Be my lover for
tonight. Just tonight, I'm not that foolish to think there would
ever be anything beyond that. But just for this moment in time,
help me remember what it's like to love and be loved."
"Oh God!" A.C. thought as he looked at the sincerity in her
eyes. "What have I done?"
The ticks of the clock on the wall seemed to stretch to
minutes instead of seconds as he carefully considered his
response. If Mary were just some woman he met in a bar, twice
his age or not, he'd have no problem taking her to bed and
forgetting about it tomorrow. But she wasn't just some woman,
she was Josh's mother. She was the closest thing he'd ever had
to having his own mother. He couldn't do something like this.
"A.C.?" Mary softly asked.
He knew she wanted an answer. He ran the words over in his
mind one more time. That the two of them would almost be like
incest. Yes, that was the track to take. Despite all his boyhood
fantasies, they were almost family. Didn't he read once
somewhere where a lot of guys had sexual fantasies about their
mothers. A second voice told him that he was being silly, no
matter what he thought, they weren't related. She wasn't his
mother. Finally, a new question popped into his head. Why was it
that the idea of spending the night in Mary's bed didn't seem as
bad an idea as it did just a few minutes ago. Could it be that
without admitting it to himself all these years, it was what he
really wanted to happen?
"Mary. All my life, I've thought of you almost as if you were
my mother." he began as he gently took her other hand in his.
"But right now, for the first time I can remember, I'm glad to
know that you're not. Because if you were my mother for real, I
wouldn't be able to do ... this...."
The tall young man leaned forward and kissed Mary on the
lips with as much desire as he had felt towards any woman. It was
definitely not the kiss of a son.
Surprised for a moment by the kiss, Mary had only the
slightest hesitation before she responded in kind. A.C. in turn was
startled to find Mary's tongue pressing between his lips but happy
to open them enough to permit its passage. He felt Mary take his
left hand and slide it up and under her shirt, placing the flesh of
his outstretched palm against that of her naked and ample breast.
A bridge had been crossed. A decision made. Whatever the
morning dawn brought, neither of them would regret it.
The interplay of tongues between them was electric as two
sets of hands explored each others body. The soft flesh beneath
Mary's shirt seemed on fire as A.C. played with her bounty. His
thumbs pressed against her nipples, marveling at their size as he
imagined how nice they were going to feel in his mouth.
Unable to wait any longer, A.C. grabbed the side of Mary's
shirt and pulled it upward, exposing one of the white globes to the
cool air conditioned air. Mary's breast was capped with one of the
widest areolas he'd ever seen, over two inches across. In the
center was a long thick nipple as large as that on a baby bottle.
"You are so beautiful." A.C. exclaimed as he planted a soft
kiss on the top of Mary's exposed globe.
A loud sign erupted from Mary as she felt the wetness
engulf her mound. It'd been so long since she'd known any touch
other than her own. She closed her eyes and savored the
sensation. As A.C. made no effort to quickly expose her other
breast, it was obvious that he was going to take his time. His
tongue darted to and fro, tracing wide circles around the large
nipple. Then he would tickle it directly before taking it whole into
his eager mouth once again.
Like a babe seeking nourishment, the younger man nurtured
at the source of motherhood. Each movement of his tongue, each
nip of his teeth, send long absent sensations though Mary's
reclining form.
"Oh, this feels good." Mary moaned as she laid back with
her eyes closed and just enjoyed the feel of A.C.'s attentions.
A few minutes later, A.C. finally exposed her other ample
breast and repeated his performance. The result of which was to
send Mary further into a blissful state.
Again and again he covering her flesh with his warm mouth,
leaving a trail of warm saliva. A.C. buried his face in the valley
between her breasts and drank deeply of the mixture of perfume
and sweat. It was an inebriating aroma.
Her eyes still closed, Mary ran her hands across the back of
her young lovers head, guiding his tongue to her most sensitive
areas.
Lifting his head, Mary pulled her shirt completely off. With
a wide smile on her face the now topless woman eased A.C. back
onto the sofa cushion. Duplicating his own actions, she slid his own
shirt up over his chest, exposing a well developed set of pecs and
abs.
She leaned over and kissed him lightly. Continuing
downward, she kissed each of his nipples and gave them a playful
lick as well. A.C. had never considered his own nipples as a sexual
area before. It was an idea he would have to look at more in the
future. Right now, Mary had a more immediate goal. Kissing her
way down across his flat stomach, the blonde paused at the elastic
waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, taking his boxers
with them.
To her delight, his hard cock sprang free, bouncing in the
open air. A.C.'s cock had grown considerable during his late teen
growth spurt. Fully erect it stood almost eight inches and was as
thick if not thicker than her husbands.
"Now that is beauty." she said as she traced her
outstretched finger along it's length.
Mary continued to play with A.C.'s cock, cupping his balls in
her hand as she ran her other hand up and down it's measure.
Closing her fingers a little tighter she could feel the power of his
young manhood.
Leaning forward, Mary tongued the tip of his cock, licking
the drop of pre-cum that had formed there. A.C. thought he would
explode right there and then. He closed his eyes as her tongue ran
down the length of his shaft and swirled around his balls. He
couldn't wait for that hot, wet sensation when her mouth could
close over his aching cock.
Taking her time, Mary sucked on his balls, then moved her
way back up his shaft. Then in a fluid motion she engulfed the
length of his cock, sliding his young meat all the way down her
throat. She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed it again. She
could feel the heat in his balls, she knew it wouldn't take many
strokes before she was rewarded with a steady stream of hot
cream.
"Oh God.....Oh God!...." A.C. gasped as he tried to hold back.
It was a one-sided contest. Mary had almost three decades of
practice behind her, she played his cock and balls like a musical
instrument.
"I'm gonna come...." He managed to gasp, seconds before
bursts of salty cum erupted into her mouth.
As soon as she felt the first drops, Mary deep throated his
cock and swallowed the seemingly endless stream as fast as it
came. She'd always like the taste of her husbands cum, but was
glad to learn that A.C.'s had its own special taste.
With a slight reluctance, Mary let the semi-hard cock slip
from her mouth. A strange thought filled her head. It was like
riding a bike, how easily it all came back to her once she got
started.
A.C. was still speechless, the enormity of what had happen
was still sinking in. Extending two fingers of her hand, Mary wiped
a small stream of whiteness that had dripped from her mouth.
Running her tongue across her fingers she licked them clean.
"That, was the best." A.C. said as he finally found his voice.
"I really mean that."
He sat up and kissed her, tasting his own ejaculation on her
tongue. Usually, this turned him off like a sudden cold shower.
This time he found it highly erotic.
"Now it's my turn." A.C. grinned as he slid down to the
carpeted floor.
Following A.C. instructions, Mary slid off her shorts and
panties and spread her legs. A.C.'s eyes opened wide as he looked
up at the hairiest bush he had ever seen. Mary's entire crotch
was covered with long blonde hair. All of the women the young man
had been with before had trimmed their hair. Like the kiss, he
also found this to be erotic.
A.C. reached out between Mary's legs and traced the outline
of her light colored mound with his finger. He moved to the
center of her mound and rubbed back and forth against it. As his
finger became lubricated by the wetness there, he slowing slid it
between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Mary's lips as A.C. slid
the finger in and out, again and again.
After a few minutes, A.C. replaced his fingers with his
tongue. An action that met with louder moans of approval from
Mary.
"Oh God yes!" Mary exclaimed at the touch of his tongue
against her valley.
Mary leaned back on the couch and spread her legs even
wider, inviting A.C. to further take of her delights. He kissed left
and right of her treasure, before spreading Mary’s moist lips with
his fingers to exposed the excited clit within.
A loud sudden cry escaped Mary’s lips as A.C. made contact
with her love button. Countless nights of practice on a steady
stream of willing coeds proved their worth as A.C. demonstrated
his skill as a first class pussy licker. Raising one of her legs atop
the back of the couch, the 45 year old rolled her head back and
closed her eyes, loosing herself in the warm sensations radiating
out from her sexual center.
Mary’s cunt grew wetter and wetter with each passage of
her younger lover’s tongue. He again slid a finger inside her,
adding it’s motion to the rhythm he’d established. Faster and
faster, moved both appendages, saturating the surrounding blonde
hair with a sticky nectar. And with each repetition, both the
waves of delight and resounding cries that accompanied them
increased as well.
“Oh yes,” Mary yelled. “Lick my pussy, you’ve gotten it so..so
wet. I want to cum!”
It wasn’t long before she got her wish as she felt her body
tense up and eruption of fire explode between her legs. Cascading
waves of passion ripped through her quaking form as the
byproducts of her eruption trickled onto A.C.’s face. Ever since
the night he had first sucked Jenny's pussy, A.C. had loved the
taste of a woman’s juices. He eagerly lapped up as much as he
could.
The oscillating surf that gripped her had barely crested
before Mary quickly shifted into an upright position and pulled A.C.
to her. She kissed him hard, enjoying the tasting of her own fruit
in his mouth. Again and again she kissed him, alternating those
deep soul kisses with ones on his cheeks. Kisses that cleared the
sticky residue that covered his cheeks.
“I want you inside me.” she panted in between kisses. “I
want your cock in my pussy!” she said in a much louder voice.
It wouldn't be until the next day when he was a thousand
miles away that A.C. would realize how much he had been turned on
just hearing Mary talk like that. Her words were right out of his
teenage masturbation fantasies.
A.C. took hold of his cock and guided it to the entrance of
Mary's pussy. He rubbed it up and down against her wetness a few
times, covering his hardness with lubricant. Mary reached down
and closed her fingers around his cock and helped guide him into
her, not that he needed it. Mary let out a small gasp as she felt
his cockhead push aside the outer walls of her pussy. It'd been
quite a long time since she'd felt something warm and alive inside
of her. A.C. echoed the soft moans as he felt those walls wrap
around his hard flesh. It may not have been a tight fit, but it was
most definitely a comfortable one.
Because she was much loser than the majority of his
previous lovers, Mary was able to take A.C.'s full length without
any effort or discomfort. She lifted her ass off the floor as she
pushed forward and seemed to pull him even deeper. Already he
had slid in and out of her a dozen times, sending oscillating waves
of pleasure radiating outward from her sexual core. Waves that
became more frequent and intensive with each additional thrust.
It wasn't long before the two were matched in a perfect
rhythm. Each thrust being met by that of the other. Tiny droplets
of sweat covered the warm flesh of each of them as they lost
themselves more and more in their sexual joining.
A.C. could feel that he was only minutes away from a
explosive climax. So it was with a sudden disappointment that he
suddenly felt Mary's hands pressing against his chest, halting his
energetic thrusts.
"What's wrong?" A.C. gasped.
"I want to fuck you!" Mary said, her brow covered with
sweat.
"I thought you were." A.C. grinned.
"No, you're fucking me. I want to fuck you!" she continued.
A.C. finally understood and agreed with a smile.
Easing the young man's firm body off her, Mary pushed him
down on the soft carpeted floor. She spun around and mounted
him. Her breasts hanging above his face, he was able to reach up
and take hold of them. With a firm grip on each soft mound, A.C.
played with each nipple as she began to ride his ever hard cock up
and down.
“Oh yes....yes!!” Mary panted as she felt A.C.’s manhood fill
her again and again. It felt so good. It had been so very long since
it had felt so good.
Pinned down by her weight and the force with which she
slammed her sugar walls down around his pleasure pole, there
wasn’t much A.C. could do but lay back and enjoy the ride. Not
that he was complaining of course. It was the first time a woman
had ever taken control in love-making and he realized he could
easily grow to like it.
“Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!” Mary yelled yet again.
Beads of sweat continued to run down both their bodies as
they began to rut like wild animals. . As she felt each new thrust
of A.C.’s cock, Mary thought of the countless nights she’d
masturbated thinking about how much she missed having a man.
Breaths came in labored short gasps and Mary felt her
vision blur as what had to be the most intense orgasm in a very
long time set her body afire. Bright lights flashed before her
eyes as she soared above that plateau that had existed for so long
only in her dreams.
Then as quickly as it had occurred, the sensation began to
fade. Her vision cleared, and in the silence her heartbeat began to
slowly return to normal. But the memory would never fade. It
would be something she would remember night after night.
"Oh God, that was so wonderful." Mary moaned as she laid
atop A.C. and let her body relax.
A.C. reached up and gently caressed her breasts, planting a
kiss on her cheek as he did. His still hard cock slid from her.
Reaching down between her legs, Mary took hold of his
erection. She realized that she'd been so wrapped up in her own
climax that she hadn't noticed that he hadn't shot his own load.
A.C. was one of those guys who always took a long time to come a
second time.
"Oh A.C., I'm sorry." she said apologetically as she stroked
his cock.
"It's OK." he said as she kissed her again.
"No, just give me a little time to get my breath." she smiled
back. "Then we'll take care of that.
A half hour later, Mary was happy to say she was indeed
ready to go at it again. She didn't know if was because she had
been celibate for so long or the excitement of loving her almost
son. She only knew that if she was to have only this night, she
wanted to make the most of every minute.
Running her hand across A.C.'s sweat covered chest, toying
with his matted chest hair, Mary had a sudden inspiration. She
brought her lips to his ears and whispered.
"What would you think of a shower, if only to clean some of
this off us?"
It took A.C. a moment to realize that Mary had said "us" not
"you". The idea that she was going to shower with him seemed a
more carnal thought than had fucking her.
"That sounds wonderful." A.C. beamed.
"I love this!" A.C. said as he felt the cooling water splash
against his skin. "It feels great!"
Mary joined him in the shower and was instantly in his arms.
They kissed for a few minutes, rubbing their hands over each
other, letting the hot water cover their bodies. They each
covered their hands with liquid soap from the wall mounted
dispenser and soaped up each others body.
A.C.'s hands slid across Mary's body, playing with her
breasts, pulling them to his mouth. Again he took his time, playing
with each nipple with both his fingers and tongue. Mary closed her
eyes, letting herself drift in delight. It felt so good. So right.
They soon changed places and Mary took one of her new
lover's tiny nipples into her mouth, again showing him how
erogenous an area they could be. She reached down and took his
once again hard cock in her hand.
"I want you to fuck me again." Mary said as her soapy
fingers slid up and down his hardness. "But this time I to try
something different. I want to give you something I've never
given anyone else."
"What?" A.C. said as warm water ran down his face.
"I want you to fuck my ass." Mary said.
"Your ass?" A.C. repeated in disbelief.
"Yes." she confirmed.
A.C. couldn't believe it. With all the girls he screwed, none
had ever let him try that. It was an exciting idea.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes, it's something I've wanted to try for years. Ever
since I saw it in one of those magazines that Josh keeps hidden in
his desk."
"You know about those?" he asked in amazement.
"Of course." she smiled. "There was little I didn't know
about."
"Amazing." A.C. laughed.
"Should we do it here?" Mary asked as she pressed her soap
covered ass against his hard cock.
"I think it might be better on a bed." A.C. suggested, trying
to hide the fact that he'd never done it before.
"Then a bed it is." Mary agreed as she gave his cock a
playful tug.
No sooner had they dried off and made their way to Mary's
bed when the older woman hopped onto it and took up a position on
all fours. Eager as well, A.C. climbed up behind her and ran his
hand across her ass-cheeks.
"I think we're going to need some kind of lubricant." he
said, remembering an article he read in a magazine somewhere.
"I have something we can use in the night table." Mary
replied.
Leading him over to her night table, A.C. took out a large
tube of K-Y Jelly. It wasn't the tube that surprised him as much
as the large flesh colored dildo that laid next to it in the drawer.
This was truly a night for shattering his illusions about Mrs.
Austin.
Popping the lid off the jar, Mary reached in and scooped up a
generous portion of it with her fingers. First she smeared it over
the head of his cock, then the base. That done, she slid a gel
covered finger into her ass, then a second, moving them in and out.
Evidently, she actually had given this a lot of thought. Finally,
satisfied with both the level of lubrication and tightness, she again
took up position on all fours and spread her legs. She pushed two
pillows under her chest and lowered herself onto them. Her ass
hung high in the air, inviting A.C.'s entry.
A.C. hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. In the "how to"
article he'd read, it had said that anal sex could hurt a lot if you
did it wrong. What was that saying he'd once heard. "If sex is a
pain in the ass you're doing it wrong!"
"It's all right. I'm ready." Mary said as she reached back
and again took hold of him, guiding him to her smaller, tighter hole.
"Here..." she said as she eased the head of his cock against the
opening.
Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside her, her ass
wrapping itself around the gel covered cock. A.C. couldn't believe
the tightness of her ass, or how good it felt around his cock. A.C.
had been with virgins that hadn't been this tight. He slid back a
little, drawing it out about and inch, then two, then he thrusted
forward and buried his shaft deep inside her.
"Fuck yes!!!!" Mary yelled as she felt the pain / pleasure
combination rip into her. "Fuck my ass, fill it with that big
beautiful cock!"
As her hole relaxed more, A.C. began to develop a rhythm,
thrusting harder with each stroke. Mary followed the rhythm,
pushing her ass back to meet each new thrust, until his now
engorged balls slapped against her ass. Her frenzy increased with
each new penetration, until she could no longer speak, only utter a
grunting noise.
As one hand balanced her against the bed, the other had
found it's way to her clit and she frigged herself incessantly,
adding to the fires raging within her. Feeling A.C. begin to tense
behind her, she managed through sheer effort to again find her
voice.
"Fuck me...." she panted in gasps. "Fill my ass with that
beautiful cum."
A few seconds later, A.C. fulfilled her request as he
experienced the most explosive orgasm of his young life. Mary's
sphincter tightened around the base of his cock as a fountain of
cum rushed into her. Each additional thrust brought more, until he
was finally drained completely. Then in exhaustion he collapsed on
top of her, his cock still inside her as if, even drained, she was
unwilling to get him go.
The second session of lovemaking left both of them totally
exhausted and they slept the sleep of the contented. It was early
morning before either of them opened their eyes.
"Good morning, lover." Mary said as she kissed A.C. awake.
"Good morning." the young man responded as he sat up in
bed and looked at the nearby clock.
They looked at each other for a moment. Neither had to
say it, they both knew that the intimacy that they'd shared mere
hours before was not to be repeated. It would however live
forever in their memories.
"Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes." Mary
Austin said as she adjusted the belt on her robe. "You have time
to grab a shower if you want."
"Sounds like a good idea." A.C. said as he slipped out from
under the sheets and stood up. Strange as it seemed, given the
events of last night, but he felt a little funny standing naked in
front of Mary. He did however take note that she hadn't offered
to join him in the shower. The night was really over.
A.C.'s showers was brief and he stepped out of the
bathroom ten minutes later. As he stepped out into the hall, he
was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the tall figure standing
alongside the bathroom door.
"I hope you had the decency to bring your own clean
underwear." said the deep male voice from behind A.C.
"Josh!" he said as he whirled around.
The two friends exchanged hugs, it was as if it had been
days instead of months since they'd seen each other. It took only
a few minutes to bring each other up to date.
"I hope you haven't left my bed the mess you usually leave
yours in." Josh said as he took a step toward his room, the one
closest to the bathroom.
"Oh shit!" A.C. said to himself, horror flashing through his
mind. Josh's bed was as crisply made as it was the previous
afternoon. It would be obvious that A.C. hadn't slept in it.
"I knew it!" Josh exclaimed as he stepped into his room.
"Josh, I...." A.C. said as he followed him.
Horror turned to relief as A.C. saw that the bed was an
appropriate mess. Mary had even thought of that.
"..... I was just going to get to that." A.C. finished.
"Hey, I'm only kidding." his friend laughed. "Let's get down
to breakfast."
Breakfast was as good if not better than last nights dinner.
By the time the two young men were done, both of their plates
were empty. A.C. couldn't remember the last time he'd had such
an appetite.
Mary was about to say something when the phone rang. Josh
started to get up when she said she'd get it.
"If that's the office, tell them I died." he quipped.
The call turned out to be from Mike Ford, one of the
teachers at the school that both boys had attended long ago.
Mary still did some volunteer work for the PTA. The conversation
was brief, merely a confirmation of previously agreed on plans.
It was the tag at the end of their chat that surprised the two
young men at the table.
"Oh Mike, does that offer of dinner still hold for Saturday
night?" Mary asked. "It does? Well then why don't you pick me
up around 07:30. Good, I'll see you then. Bye."
Josh Austin looked at his mother in shock. Mike Ford, a
widower himself, had been asking Mary out for three months now.
On every other occasion, she gave him the same pat answer - that
it was too soon. Josh had begun to think that she would still be
giving that same answer until long after anyone stopped asking.
"What brought on this change of heart?" he asked. "Not
that I'm complaining."
"Oh I don't know." Mary said as she picked up the two
empty plates. "I guess A.C.'s visit made me realize that I should
stop acting my age - or at least how I thought a woman my age was
supposed to act."
"That's my friend A.C." Josh said as he slapped him on the
back. "I always said you had a golden tongue."
"I can attest to that." Mary said too low for her son to
hear, but the wide smile on her face was evident to all.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1996
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