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Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 12:10:06 -0400
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	A Midsummer Night's Fantasy
	by Ann Douglas

	Martin Bishop opened the door to his apartment, glad to
finally be home.  It had been a long week for the twenty-five year
old photographer, having had three major projects to complete.
Now he was looking forward to a quiet night at home.

	The door hadn't even fully closed behind him when a tall,
long-haired redhead, appeared from the kitchen. With a warm
smile on her face, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed
him.  The press of her body against his was enough to make all the
problems of his day simply fade away.

	"I missed you too, babe,"  Martin said as his wife of four
years finally released him.

	Jennifer Benson had first met Martin Bishop during their
freshman year of high school.  It had hardly been love at first
sight; which in the long run turned out to be a good thing because
it gave them time to become friends long before they became
lovers.  When they finally tied the knot, two days after her
twenty-first birthday, they had a relationship built on a much
stronger foundation than simply physical attraction.  That was not
to say that there hadn't been any of that involved as well.  Both
had been popular in school and neither came to the marriage bed
inexperienced.

	"Dinner's almost ready,"  Jennifer said as she turned and
headed back to the kitchen.  "The mail is over on the table."

	Martin took a few moments to watch the five foot, six
redhead walk away.  If anything, she looked even better than the
day he had married her.  Only when she was totally out of sight did
he turn to the small table in their combination living/dining room.

	That the table was set for a special occasion immediately
sent his curiosity into high gear.  Since they led a pretty casual
home life, having no problem eating off paper plates in front of the
television at times, the presence of the wedding china only meant
one thing - his wife wanted something.

	Not that he viewed that as a bad omen.  It had been his
experience that whatever it was, it would be something that he
would've said yes to without all of the fuss.  Not that he was about
to tell her that.  It was too much fun being convinced.  As he
sorted through the mail, he wondered if the convincing was going
to include his getting laid tonight.  With both of their schedules,
Jennifer was a nurse and worked worse hours than he did, they
hadn't had sex in two weeks.

	"Martin, can you give me a hand?"  Jennifer called out from
the kitchen.

	Ever the dutiful husband, Martin put down the mail and
headed for the kitchen to do just that.

	Entering the small kitchen, Martin wasn't surprised to find
that dinner turned out to be lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and
cream corn, one of his favorite meals.  It was all part of the game
Jennifer liked to play.

	"I put a bottle of wine in the refrigerator to chill,"  Jennifer
said as she transferred the chops from the pan to a large serving
dish,  "could you get it?"

	Removing the bottle from the small wine rack they kept on
the bottom shelf, Martin noted that it wasn't one of the ones they
normally drank.  It was a much more expensive brand, one that
they hadn't had in over a year.  They could afford to splurge once
and a while, but the sudden extravagance began to turn his
thoughts in another direction.  What if rather than wanting to ask
him for something, Jennifer was going to all this trouble to tell him
bad news?  The time she jumped the curb and ran the car into a
fence came to mind.  That was the last time they'd had this
particular wine.

	Dinner was as excellent as he had expected.  Although both
of them took turns cooking, Jennifer had the better culinary skills.
Yet even as he enjoyed the meal, he couldn't keep his mind from
wondering when his wife was going to get to the reason for it all.

	"I stopped by and saw Mom this afternoon,"  Jennifer said
as she changed the subject of their discussion from work.

	"How is she doing?"  Martin asked as he took a sip of the
wine.  His concern was genuine as he really liked his mother-in-law.

	"She still has her bad days,"  Jennifer said, then paused as
she took a drink from her own glass.  "But I think I've come up
with a way to do something about that."  she added.

	Nineteen months before, Jennifer's father had succumbed
to a fatal illness.  Since then, her mother had gone through several
long periods of depression.  Both of them had been very worried
about her, having heard of too many people who lost any desire for
life after the passing of a spouse.

	"Whatever it is, I'm all for it," Martin said, giving his wife
his full attention.

	"Well I think you'd better hear what I have to say before
you're so quick to agree,"  Jennifer cautioned.

	That only made Martin more curious.  To help Jennifer's
mother, there were few extremes he couldn't imagine himself
going to.  And that would include having her live with them, an
offer that had been made a few times in the last year, only to be
turned down.

	"Well, you know that I've been trying to get Mom to start
dating again,"  she began.

	Martin nodded his head in response.  No sooner had a
respectable period of mourning passed than men who had only
previously looked at her as Mrs. Benson had tried to come to call.
It was a response to her widowhood that neither of them had
found surprising.

	At fifty-seven years of age, Allison Benson was, as Martin's
Grandfather liked to say, still a fine figure of a woman.  Five foot,
five and only a dozen pounds heavier than her daughter, she also
shared the same red hair.  Although hers was cut to just above
shoulder length and he suspected its hue was helped by Lady
Clairol.  Allison was also a little more endowed than Jennifer.

	Another of his grandfather's favorite sayings was, before
you married the daughter, to take a good long look at the mother.
Because, he pointed out, that was what your bride was going to be
in twenty years or so.  If that turned out to true in Jennifer's
case, Martin was definitely looking forward to the next two
decades.

	"Well, I just about convinced her to take Josh Miller up on
his offer to take her to the Labor Day dance at the American
Legion post,"  Jennifer continued.

	"That's great,"  Martin said, thinking that Josh Miller was
the best of the half dozen men who had shown an interest in her.

	"But,"  Jennifer continued,  "she does have a small problem.
At least she's convinced it's a problem."

	"What's that?"  he asked.

	"She's worried about sex."

	"Excuse me,"  Martin replied, the answer taking him totally
by surprise.

	"She's worried about having sex with Josh Miller."  Jennifer
explained further.

	"Well I'm sure he doesn't expect her to sleep with him on
their first date,"  he offered.

	"That's not the problem,"  she said.

	"I'm a little confused."

	"It's not that she doesn't want to have sex, believe me, she
does,"  Jennifer tried to explain.  "She's afraid that she can't."

	"That doesn't make sense,"  Martin replied.  "Why wouldn't
she be able to have sex?  Unless there's some medical problem..."

	"No, she's healthier than I am,"  Jennifer cut him off.

	Before he could ask what the problem was then, Jennifer
tried to explain.  She started off with saying that it wasn't really
rational but her mother had this terrible fear of going to bed with
another man.  She had been a virgin when she got married and for
thirty years, had only known one lover.  For lack of anything else to
call it, Jennifer described it as performance anxiety.

	"I'm sure that neither Josh Miller or any other man is going
to find her lacking in any way."

	"Actually, it's not so much the men that she's worried
about,"  Jennifer said,  "it's the women."

	"Excuse me?"  an even more confused Martin replied.

	"I told you it didn't really make sense,"  Jennifer repeated.
"but evidently, Mom has this morbid fear that if she sleeps with
any of the men in the neighborhood, and fails to satisfy him, then
that is going to get back to all of her female friends."

	"But how would any of them..."

	"Trust me, things like that do get around,"  Jennifer
answered before he could even finish the question.  "You don't
know these women.  A few years ago, that actually happened to one
of the women in their circle.  She lost her husband and when she
tried to share another man's bed, it was a disaster.  The man never
called her again and the reason why quickly got around as well.
After that, no man wanted any part of her.  The women never said
a word to her about it but she could tell when they looked at her
that they thought she was less than a woman.  Eventually, it was
too much for the woman to take and she moved."

	"This is all crazy."

	"I said it makes no sense, but that's what she believes."

	Martin just kept shaking his head. This had to be the
biggest piece of nonsense that he had ever heard.

	"I thought you said you had a solution to all this?" he said as
he remembered what started the conversation.

	"Actually, I think I do,"  Jennifer said.  "Do you remember
Heather Esposito?"

	It took Martin only a few seconds to remember the rather
plain girl who had been part of Jennifer's wedding party.  She had
a nice personality but always let her looks overshadow everything
else.

	"What about her?"  he asked.

	"We got her laid the night of the bachelorette party."

	"Good for her,"  Martin said, "but what's that got to do with
anything?"

	"We paid the stripper at the party to screw her,"  Jennifer
confessed.  "She never knew of course, but it did wonders for her
self-confidence."

	"You're going to hire a stripper for your mother?"  Martin
said in disbelief.

	"No, I'm not,"  she quickly replied, her tone giving no clue to
the fact that she had considered the idea.  "Mom isn't the type to
sleep with a stranger."

	"What then?"

	"Well,"  she continued,  "I was thinking that if we could set
her up with someone she already knows.  Someone she trusts, and
if things didn't work out, someone she knew wouldn't ever tell
anyone."

	"But if she won't go with any of the men she already knows
then..."

	Martin suddenly stopped in mid-sentence as he realized
where this was all leading.  The reason for the special dinner.  Part
of him hoped he was wrong.

	"You can't be suggesting what I think your suggesting,"  he
said.

	"Can you think of a better solution?" she replied.

	"I can't believe you'd even consider asking me to...  to ... I
can't even say it."  Martin said.

	"Fuck my mother?"  Jennifer answered.  "See, I have no
problem saying it, why do you?"

	"You can't even think your mother would go along with
something like that,"  he countered.

	"Well in the beginning, she was a little reluctant to the
idea,"  Jennifer said,  "but after we talked about it a while, she
became more receptive."

	"You've actually talked to her about this,"  he said in a voice
filled with a mixture of shock and surprise.

	"Of course,"  Jennifer grinned.

	"And she wants to do this?"   he asked, repeating himself
because he still couldn't believe it.

	"Yes she does,"  Jennifer said, leaving out the fact that her
mother had only finally said yes after she had lied and said that
Martin was already okay with the idea.

	"I don't know, Jennifer,"  Martin said as he tried to come to
grips with the idea.  "This is pretty strange, even just to talk
about it."

	"Might I remind you that, at first, you thought what I did
for you on your birthday was pretty strange too,"  Jennifer said,
trying to nudge him in the right direction.

	"Oh yeah,"  Martin simply replied, the look on his face
changing dramatically as he remembered the surprise gift he had
gotten on his last birthday.

	When Martin had come home that night, he had been
somewhat disappointed to discover that Jennifer had brought
home one of the girls she worked with.  Her name was Nancy
Sy-Su, one of the contract nurses from the Philippines that the
hospital had hired.  Evidently, the building she lived in was being
fumigated and the girl couldn't take the noxious fumes.  Jennifer
had offered her the use of their couch for the night.

	That night in bed, he had been doubly disappointed when he
tried to initiate lovemaking and Jennifer said they couldn't
because Nancy would hear.  It was only when he was awakened an
hour later by the sensation of someone sucking his cock that he
realized that he'd been had.  He looked down and was surprised to
discover that the mouth wrapped around his manhood belonged to
their houseguest and not his wife.  She was busy using her own
tongue between Nancy's legs.

	Before the night was over, not only had he watched Nancy
and Jennifer go at it hot and heavy, he had fucked both of them as
well.  The diminutive Asian girl had been a powerhouse in bed,
draining him until he was ready to collapse in exhaustion.

	Jennifer's little reminder had the result she hoped.
However reluctant he might have been, Martin said he would do it.

	"I knew you wouldn't let me down, lover,"  Jennifer beamed
as she leaned over and kissed him.

	"Well at least she didn't wreck the car again,"  Martin told
himself as he responded to her embrace.

	Just as quickly, she ended the kiss and stood up again.

	"I'll take care of the dishes while you hop in the shower,"
she said.  "I told Mom that you'd be over about eight."

	"Wait a second,"  Martin replied,  "you told her we'd do this
tonight?"

	"No time like the present,"  Jennifer smiled, again leaving
out the fact that she wanted it to happened tonight before either
of them could change their minds.

	Martin started to say something further, but then thought
better of it.  He had been out maneuvered.

			-=-=-=-=-

	As the hot water danced across his skin, Martin considered
that this might be fun after all.  After all, next to sleeping with
two sisters, wasn't this supposed to be every guys ultimate
fantasy?  He would never admit it to Jennifer, but there was a
time, back in high school, he'd had a few sexual fantasies about
her mother.  It was the sort of thing a lot of teenage boys had
about older women.  That was of course, he lied to himself, back
when he and Jennifer were just friends.  It would've been too
weird to have sexual thoughts about both of them.  At least when
he'd been a teenager.

	Rubbing his cock with a soapy hand, he allowed himself to
revisit some of those fantasies.  Allison, as he now thought of her
since Mom simply didn't seem right in this situation, wasn't the
kind of woman who would ever grace the pages of Playboy.  Still,
she had been impressive enough to give a teenage boy a few
hard-ons.

	Martin remembered one afternoon in particular when he'd
caught a glimpse of her breasts when he'd come over to use their
pool and had seen her changing into her suit.  He'd had to hide until
his erection subsided, visible as it was in the tight swimming
trucks.  That night, he had jerked off thinking of what he'd seen.

	Without thinking about it, Martin had begun to slide his
hand up and down the length of his cock, causing it to grow hard
and producing a warm feeling to go with the images.  He'd reached
the edge of orgasm when he realized what he was doing and pulled
his hand away.  It wouldn't do to show up at his mother-in-law's
apartment with a limp dick.

	Drying himself off, he put on a T-shirt and shorts.  Allison
only lived a half dozen blocks away, one of the reasons they had
taken this apartment.  The summer night was warm and it would
only take about ten minutes to walk there.

	"My, don't you look scrumptious?"  Jennifer said as Martin
stepped out of the bedroom.

	"Are you sure about this?"  he asked one last time.  "I'm
sure there's someone else you could find to do this."

	"Why should I want my Mom to settle for anything less than
the best,"  she replied playfully as she kissed him again, her hand
reaching down and giving his still hard cock a squeeze.  "Grrrrr, go
get her tiger,"  she laughed.

	With that, she led him out the door and watched from the
window as he headed off to her mother's apartment.  As soon as he
turned the corner, she lifted the receiver of the phone and dialed
a familiar number.

	"He's on his way, Mom,"  she said with a smile, glad that her
plan had worked.  "He should be there in about ten minutes."

	Her mother thanked her and said she would be ready for
him.  Just before she hung up, Jennifer added one more thing.

	"Oh, and Mom, have fun."  she said.

			-=-=-=-=-

	As he walked along the heavily populated streets, Martin
gave much more thought to what he was about to do.  While it was
nice to think of youthful fantasies, the reality was that Allison was
a middle-aged woman who'd only known one man in her life.

	He knew in the case of his own parents, who were just about
the same age as the Bensons, sex had become an infrequent part of
their marriage.  One night, after he and his father had shared a
few drinks while watching the ball game, the elder Bishop had
complained that on those rare occasions when his mother was in
the mood, sex was a mundane, uninspiring  event.

	With that in mind, the twenty-five year old told himself
that he really shouldn't expect much in the way of passion in the
upcoming encounter.  In fact, not only might he have to take the
lead, he might have to do all the work as well.  Jennifer had told
him that in addition to only having one lover in her life, it had been
years since her mother had sex because one of the first side
effects of the disease that finally killed her father had been his
inability to partake in marital relations.

	Still, even if she only laid silently beneath him while he
pumped in and out of her, the outcome of the night wasn't in
doubt.  Even if it were the worse sexual encounter of his life, he
would make Allison feel like she was the world's best lay.

	Before he knew it, Martin found himself in front of the
four-story walkup that Allison lived in.  Ringing the top floor bell,
he only had to wait a few seconds before being buzzed in.  Walking
up the stairs, he passed an older couple in their sixties who he
remembered as living on the second floor.  He smiled and wished
them a good evening.

	Maybe it was just a little case of nerves, but Martin had the
feeling that the couple was looking at him funny.  It had to be his
imagination he told himself.  After all, what could be more natural
than a son-in-law stopping by to check up on his wife's widowed
mother.

	Martin was surprised to find the apartment door open as he
let himself in.  Normally, Allison would meet him at the head of the
stairs.  Then again, this visit was anything but normal.

	"Allison?"  he called out as he locked the door behind him.

	Getting no answer, he stepped into the living room and called
out again.  There was still no response, at least not a vocal one.

	A noise from the kitchen caught his attention.  Opening the
door, she finally found Allison.

	"Oh hi, Martin,"  she smiled.

	A dark amber drink in her hand, Allison was dressed in an
old, white terry cloth bathroom.  From the slight tremor in her
voice, Martin was pretty sure that hadn't been her first drink.
Spotting the half empty bottle on the table, he suddenly wished
he'd had a few himself.

	"Would you like a drink?  she asked, seeming to read his
mind.

	"I think that would be a good idea,"  he replied.

	The drink was stronger than what he was used to, but now
that he was actually here, it was just what he needed.  Allison
finished off hers as well.

	"Another?"  she asked as she put her empty glass down next
to his.

	"One more of those and I might not be able to ..."  Martin
started to say but then couldn't bring forth the words.

	"Well we wouldn't want that now, would we?"  Allison
laughed softy as she put the cap back on the bottle.

	A suddenly change seemed to come over the older woman as
she stepped closer to Martin.  She pressed her hand against his
chest and kissed him softly.  At first the kiss was like any other
she had given him over the years, a light peck showing tenderness
and affection.  Then it abruptly became much more intimate as she
opened her mouth and pressed it forcibly against his.  Her tongue
reached out, sliding between his lips to caress his own.  Sparks
seemed to erupt between them as their flesh made contact.

	As their lips locked, Allison held Martin tight against her,
close enough that he could feel the press of her breasts against
his chest.  At the same time, she took hold of his hands and moved
them down to her ass, inviting him to feel the soft flesh beneath
her robe.

	"Shall we adjoin to the bedroom?"  she asked as she finally
broke their embrace.

	Still surprised by her uncharacteristic aggressiveness,
Martin could only grunt his agreement.  Yet her sudden change was
only half the shock.  The expression on her face at the moment
was one he was well familiar with.  It was a look he had seen before
on his wife.  One of sexual hunger.

	Taking his hand, Allison led him through the apartment and
into her bedroom.  Martin could see that the large wooden-frame
bed had already been turned down.  The older woman stopped in
the center of the room and turned back to face him.

	"Let's get you more comfortable, shall we?"  Allison said as
she took hold of the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it upward,
lifting it over his head.

	Now clad only in his shorts and sneakers, Martin took a deep
breath as Allison ran her fingers across his chest, giving him a
sensuous thrill as she brushed aside his light hairs.  She leaned
forward and kissed both of his nipples, giving the tip of each a
playful lick with her tongue, causing them to become hard enough
for her to close her lips around them and suck for a few seconds.

	"What was it I was thinking before about having to take the
lead?"  Martin asked himself as Allison's hand slid down the length
of his chest, down across his stomach.  Not that he was about to
complain.

	By the time her hands had reached the growing bulge in his
shorts, Martin realized that a lot of his misconceptions about older
women were about to get blown away.  Blown being one of the key
words.

	In that same post-game drinking session with his father, Jim
Bishop had also bitched that in the forty years that he had known
Martin's mother, she had never once gone down on him.  Brought up
in an earlier age, she believed that such practices were the purvey
of women of ill repute.  Even within the confines of marriage.  Up
until this moment, Martin believed that a view held by any woman
of that generation.

	Running her hands across the now erect cock straining
against his pants, Allison smiled broadly.  Bending her knees, she
kissed it through his pants, starting at the top and working her
way down.  When she reached the bottom, her fingers slipped
under his waistband and peeled down both his shorts and briefs,
letting them fall around his ankles.  Unrestrained, his cock now
stood at attention.

	"It's very different,"  Allison said as she admired his
manhood from only a few inches away.

	Martin didn't understand at first what she meant.  Then
remembered that his was only the second cock she had ever seen.
He wondered for another moment how his was different from her
husband's.

	The question didn't last long in his thoughts as Allison took
that moment to lean forward again and this time slide his cock
deep into her mouth.  With a skill that Martin had to admire, she
had no problem taking his entire seven inches.  Her tongue washed
back and forth across his sensitive flesh, causing tiny ripples
across his body.  Her lack of hesitation told him that this was
hardly the first time she'd had a cock in her mouth.  It seemed
that there was yet another reason his father had to envy his late
In-law.

	After a minute or so, she let his hardness fall from her lips,
moving her attentions to his balls.  One at a time, she sucked them
into her mouth, tickling the equally soft skin with her tongue.  Then
she moved upward once more, the tip of her tongue running up the
underside of his cock, finding the tiny spot just under the crown.
As she massaged it with her wetness, those small jolts flashed
down its length, increasing in strength.

	Allison took a firm grip on the base of his cock and began to
pump it in and out of her mouth.  With her other hand, she reached
around and caressed the cheeks of his ass.  Then, with a firmer
touch, she pulled him closer to her and pushed his manhood even
deeper inside her mouth.

	"Oh God,"  Martin thought as he felt the effects of the
powerful suction she was putting on his cock.  If such talents were
hereditary, she could see where Jennifer had gotten her skill.  The
mature woman was attacking his manhood with all the vigor of a
high school girl.

	The pressure building up inside his cock soon reached critical
and the twenty-five year old knew it was only a matter of moments
before he lost it.  Falling into his familiar pattern, he began to pull
his cock out of Allison's mouth.  As sexually adventurous as his
wife was, one thing she drew the line at his coming in her mouth.

	Martin had only gotten half way out when Allison suddenly
pulled him all the way back inside of her.  He opened his mouth to
say something but the words never formed as his cock exploded at
that very moment.

	"Mmmmmm,"  Martin heard Allison moan as she continued to
furiously pump his cock, sending streams of whiteness into her
mouth.  Streams that splashed against her open lips, dripping down
her chin.

	"Damn,"  Martin thought in disbelief as he looked down and
watched his mother-in-law drain his still quivering cock.  It was the
first time in his life he had ever climaxed inside a woman's mouth.

	Even after he had no more to give, Allison continued to pump
his cock with all her strength.  Finally, with disappointment on her
face, she accepted that he was spent.  Letting his now softening
member slip from her mouth, she looked up at him and smiled.  Her
hand came up to the side of her face and she wiped the small white
droplets that had splashed across her cheek and chin, bringing her
fingers to her lips where she licked them clean as well.

	"Was that okay?"  Allison asked, a hesitation in her voice.

	"Okay?"  Martin thought in disbelief, thinking how could this
woman not know how good she was.  Then he remembered she had
never had anything to compare her performance against.

	"That, was the best blow job of my life,"  Martin said with
all sincerity as she rose back to her feet.  "Don't ever tell her I
said it, but you were even better than Jennifer."

	The comparison made the fifty-seven year old smile.  She
took a few steps back from Martin and began to undo the sash of
her bathrobe.  Martin wasn't sure what he expected her to be
wearing under the old wrap, thinking that she might just be naked.
If he had to make a guess, it would've never even come close to the
truth.

	Allison was wearing a strapless corset that highlighted her
already impressive breasts.  A matching pair of panties was all that
covered her womanhood, and the final piece of the ensemble was a
sheer wrap that hung over her shoulders and down to her waist.
One that did nothing to conceal what it covered.

	"Wow!"  Martin said under his breath as he looked at her.
Despite her years, Allison had retained most of  her figure.  A
figure that filled out the outfit almost as well as the original
owner.  In fact, if you only went by bust size, the older woman
filled it out a lot better than the daughter she had borrowed it
from.  "You look fantastic,"  he said out loud.

	The compliment caused Allison to both blush and again smile.
Martin stepped forward out of the clothes down around his ankles
and took her in his arms.  Gently he kissed her, putting as much
passion as he could into it.  She responded in turn, pressing her
body hard against his.  An act that produced a reaction in his
recently depleted manhood.

	Martin brought his hands up and cupped her breasts through
the material.  He was surprised at how nice they felt.  For some
reason, he thought a woman Allison's age would feel different, but
they were just like Jennifer's.  He leaned down and kissed the soft
flesh of her cleavage through an opening in her wrap, causing a
quiet giggle from her lips.

	With a gentle caress, he took hold of the almost transparent
cloth and slid it off her shoulders.  As it drifted to the floor, he
ran his fingers across her shoulders and kissed her softly once
more.

	Slowly, he undid the small snaps that held the top in place,
kissing more of her skin as it became exposed.  Finally he reached
the last one and the garment fell free, exposing her mounds in all
their splendor.

	It was obvious that Allison hadn't totally escaped the
ravages of time, but she had done better than the majority of
women her age. At least for someone with breasts large as hers.
Martin's eyes were drawn to the thick nipples that capped each
mound.  He had seen them many times over the years, but always
covered by at least a bathing suit.  Filled with the excitement of
the teenage boy who once admired them, he reached out, rubbing
his fingers against the erect tips.

	"Oh yes,"  Allison said softly at his touch, closing her eyes
for a moment to enjoyed the sensation.  "Play with them.  Oh
Martin, please play with them."

	The younger man continued to rub his fingers against her
wide areola, extending his massage to the supple flesh around them
as well.  An action that produced quiet moans from Allison.  Moans
that doubled in intensity and volume as he replaced his fingers with
his mouth.  He lowered his mouth to a dark-nippled breast, slipping
one of them between his lips.  Allison pressed her hand to the back
of his head, urging him on.  It was a gratuitous gesture because he
needed no urging.

	"Oh God, yes,"  Allison gasped as she felt the wetness of his
mouth on her and pulled him even harder against her flesh.  "Suck
me, suck my nipples!"

	Martin couldn't believe the level of excitement he felt as he
sucked on the breasts of a woman old enough to be his mother.  It
was more of a thrill than the night Donna Fuller had first taken
her bra off for him back in the tenth grade.  And all of this was
just foreplay.

	Moving from breast to breast, Martin continued to cover
them with his kisses, mixing those soft touches with gentle licks
and hard bites.  At the same time, he slowly maneuvered Allison
back onto the bed.  Once there, he stretched here out and laid
next to her in such a way as to still be able to play with her
mounds.  By this time, she also had her hands on her breasts as
well, massaging them and guiding her nipples in and out of his
mouth.

	No longer needing both hands, Martin reached down and slid
one free hand under the bottom of her panties.  His fingers
brushed past the small mound of hair he felt there, sliding them as
deep within her as their length made possible.

	"Oooohhhh!"  Allison called out as she felt him penetrate
her.  The first touch other than her own hand she had felt there in
years.

	Quickly locating her excited clit, he rubbed his thumb
against it as two of his fingers stroked the damp walls beyond.  A
rhythm quickly developed, one that resonated throughout Allison's
prone form.

	Her breaths started to come in short gasps as her body also
began to heave up and down.  Waves of delight washed over her,
increasing in intensity as Martin sped up the movements of his
hand.  He continued to kiss her breasts, frantically moving from
one to the other, as well as the deep valley between.

	"Yes, yes, yes,"  Allison murmured softly between breaths as
she let her body respond to the forces cascading through her.  An
expression of pure bliss filled her face.

	A bliss that Martin added to when, after taking note of the
same expression, he shifted his position and brought his head down
between her legs.  He was one of those men who truly loved going
down on a woman, almost as much as he loved having one go down on
him.  After the pleasures she had already brought him, he was
determined to give her back in kind.

	With a quick motion, he took hold of her panties and, with a
slight assist from her as she lifted her ass off the bed for the
briefest of moments, pulled them off.  The light from overhead
now illuminated her mound, showing the natural color of her hair.
Martin barely gave it a thought, having much more on his mind.

	Allison moaned ever louder as Martin's tongue gyrated back
and forth across her pussy, tickling her most special spots and
sending little quivers that alternated with sharp spikes of pleasure
radiating outward.  He kissed her womanhood, his tongue darting
deep into its center, before whirling up and down it's length once
more.

	?Ohhh Yesss!?  Allison called out as she felt Martin
invade her most intimate region with his tongue.

	Desires too long suppressed now raged through the
fifty-seven year old as she surrendered herself totally to her lust.
Faster and deeper, Martin drove his nimble tongue, coupled with
the movements of equally talented hands.  Experience and desire
intermixed to help stoke the fires that had been long absent.

	?Fu ... fu ... I ... wan ... yo ...?  Allison panted, unable to
fully get the words out.

	It didn?t matter, Martin knew what the older woman wanted.
He pulled back from her for a few seconds, taking hold of her body
and practically spinning the smaller woman onto her stomach.
Reaching out with one hand, he spread her legs, pulling her ass up
off the bed at the same time.  His other hand was now wrapped
tightly around his cock, bringing it back to a full erection.

	It didn't take long as he was already more than half way
there.  He placed the head of his cock between her legs and up
against her now saturated pussy.  Allison looked back over her
shoulder, a look of longing on her face.  One that send a tremble
through Martin's body.  For the first time in his life, he was the
one worrying if he measured up to a previous lover.

	Well it was too late to worry about that now, he told himself
as he ran his cock up and down the outside of her pussy, covering it
with the fruits of his labors.  Still holding it tightly, he eased his
cock past her outer walls.

	Allison gave out the loudest moan yet as she felt his large
manhood fill her.  Martin was once again surprised as he found that
while she was nowhere near as tight as her daughter, the walls of
the older woman's pussy still felt great as they pressed against his
cock.  Another old myth dispelled he thought.

	It didn't take long for him to fall into an easy tempo as he
filled her again and again.  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
Allison's as she responded to his thrusts.

	"Fuck me, fuck me,"  Allison kept repeating softly, as if it
was a mantra.  "Fuck me harder!"

	Gone for good was the thought that the woman on the
receiving end of his cock was the mother of his wife.  All he saw
now was a lustful and passionate woman, who wanted no more than
to enjoy the orgasm he was pushing her toward.

	It didn't take long for the two of them to form a symbiosis,
each fueling the pleasures that ripped across their bodies.  Small
droplets of sweat covered their flesh as they lost themselves in
the fires of lust.  Hearts raced and breaths grew short as the
world shrank to just these two lovers.

	Martin was on an outward stroke when Allison suddenly came
alive and rolled out from under him.  She came up on her knees and
reaching out with her hands, pressed him down onto the bed.
Taken somewhat by surprise, the larger man just went with it as,
with a burst of energy, she climbed on top of him.

	Just as quickly, she reached down and took hold of his cock,
directing it once more to her waiting pussy.  Euphoria filled her
face as she lowered herself onto it and began to ride it up and
down.

	"Jesus!"  Martin gasped as the small woman rode his rock
with a vengeance.

	He reached up and took hold of her heaving breasts, closing
his hands around them.  His fingers sought out her nipples once
more, massaging them as she continued to fuck him like a woman
possessed.

	"Yes, yes, oh yes!"  Allison now panted loudly as with each
downward thrust, she pulled her son-in-law deeper inside her.

	Martin slid in and out of her another dozen times, her
motions now filled with an animalistic fury as streams of sweat ran
down Allison's body.  Never in his life had Martin known a woman
capable of such passion.  Not even on their wedding night had his
wife been this hot.

	A short heartbeat later, Allison filled the air with an
ear-shattering scream.  A cry that took the younger man by
surprise as the waves of pleasure that had been oscillating through
her body exploded with blinding force.

	"AAAAAAAAA!!!"  Allison cried again as her body shook
violently, and her pussy closed tight around his cock.

	An action that caused an echo of her explosion to resonate
through Martin as well, his cock exploding with the same mind
shattering force.  He could feel his climax filling her, the effort
draining all of his energies.  It was the most wonderful feeling he
had ever felt.

			-=-=-=-=-

	Martin opened his eyes to see the morning sun filling
Allison's bedroom.  After their lovemaking, they had fallen asleep
in each other's arms.  It had been a sleep of contentment, for both
of them.

	Lifting his arm from where it had been draped over Allison's
nude body, Martin slid from under the sheets and out of the bed.
Suddenly very conscious of his own nakedness, he spent a few
moments looking for his clothes.

	"Sneaking out?" said a soft voice from behind him.

	Martin whirled around to see Allison sitting up in the bed,
the sheet around her waist and her bare breasts hanging free.
Last night's glow was still very much on her face.  Almost by
reflex, Martin covered up his cock with his hands.

	"It's a little late for modesty, don't you think?"  Allison said
as she swung out of bed as well.

	Martin realized she was right and let his hands fall free.
Allison grinned as she walked over to him and kissed him on the
cheek.

	"Don't worry, I'm not going to jump your bones again,"  she
said as she ran her eyes admiringly up and down his body.  "Or
don't they say that anymore?"

	"No, some people still use it,"  Martin replied, somewhat
amazed at how different his mother-in-law was this morning.

	"Good, I'd hate to think I'd gotten so old that even the
things I said were out of date,"  she said as she walked over to a
chair in the corner and picked up the white robe that had been
draped over it.

	Watching her cover herself with the robe, Martin found
himself experiencing a small tinge of regret.  Despite his having
explored just about every inch of her body last night, the sight of
her nakedness was still very exciting.

	"Old is the last thing I'm ever going to think of you as,"
Martin said, not adding the 'especially last night' that he had been
thinking.

	"Well I don't know about you, but I'm starving,"  Allison said
as she tied her sash.  "You up for breakfast?"

	"That would be great,"  he smiled.

	"Fine, why don't you put on your clothes and meet me in the
kitchen,"  she concluded, acting for a moment as if the events of
the previous night had been the most natural thing in the world.

	Allison turned and headed for the door.  She had only gone a
few feet when she paused and stood still.  After a few moments
more, she turned her head.

	"Martin, once I go out that door, we're never going to speak
of this again,"  she said.  "So before I do, there's something that I
want to say."

	Martin nodded his head in understanding.

	"I know you really don't understand why this was so
important to me, but you went along with it anyway,"  she said.  "I
don't know how to thank you for that."

	"I don't think you have to worry about thanking me,"  he
grinned.

	"Be that as it may," she continued,  "I'll always remember
what you did for me."

	With that she turned again and walked out of the room.

	"... and I'll never forget it either,"  Martin said softly as he
watched her leave.

	Finding his shorts and shirt, he began to quickly dress.  A
wicked smile filled his face as a thought that had occurred to him
several times during the night reasserted itself.

	Martin hoped Josh Miller had a strong heart.  Or at the very
least, had his life insurance paid up.  He had a feeling the older
man was going to need both.

END

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