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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Free at Last -- Uther -- MF wl
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Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2013 05:10:01 -0500
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persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.



Free at Last
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl


"Now, Janet, are you sure you don't need anything else?" Gwen asked. I
winced, anticipating our daughter's answer.

"Honestly, Mom!" The dorm room was going to be Janet's space -- well, it
would belong to her and the roommate who still hadn't materialized. It
wasn't going to be Gwen's space, and that probably made Janet as happy as
anything else about starting college.

"I think we've outstayed our welcome, Gwen," I said. When she didn't take
my hint, I took her hand and led her out.

"Honestly, Paul," Gwen said while we were going down the stairs. "She's my
last child," she said as we were driving away.

"Well," I pointed out, "she's my last child, too. Anyway, Kent comes home
for Christmas and the summer, and Drake makes Christmas." If he was as
serious about this latest girl, Lianne, as he made it sound, that might not
remain true. Still, this wasn't the time to borrow trouble.

The drive back took us nearly three hours, and Gwen sniffled through two of
them. Finally, she turned on the radio. She changed the station, turning
the dial to find the sort of music she liked.

"Y'know," I said when she had relaxed back and the DJ was between songs,
"you could listen to that station anytime you're in the car." I pulled out
the closest knob to set the station.

"That knob was WFMT, the station that Janet always plays." Well, it had
been.

"Yeah. It's not her family car any more. It's our car, our choices, our
life." Gwen smiled at that.

"I'm going to miss her."

"So will I, and she'll miss you." For one thing, neither of them would ever
find another person that got on her nerves as readily. The next song came
on. When had "Yellow Submarine" become a golden oldie? Gwen was humming
along, now. By the time we got home, her tears were only something that had
messed up her mascara. While she repaired the damage in the upstairs john,
I emptied my bladder in the downstairs one. She came down in more
comfortable shoes and went into the kitchen.

"What do you want for dinner?" she asked.

"How about starting with a kiss for an appetizer?" She came into my arms
willingly enough, her tongue meeting mine. She merely glanced sideways out
of habit when I squeezed her ass. When my hands pushed up her blouse,
though, she stepped back.

"We do have a bedroom."

"We have a whole house. Who's going to interrupt us?" Not only were our
children gone, but their friends knew that they were gone. She stood
thinking about that for a moment. When she realized the truth of my
comment, she relaxed. I opened her blouse before moving in for another
kiss. During that, I reached for her bra. I fumbled unsnapping it, and she
gave me absolutely no help. She was laughing by the time I got it. She
started to remove her blouse, and I stepped back to give her room.

"You're out of practice," she said. I was. I'd often helped her from in
back, but it had been years since I'd taken the lead in undressing her.

With her blouse and bra on a kitchen chair, she turned around and backed
towards me. I kissed ear and neck and shoulder. Meanwhile, my hands roamed
over her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

"Don't start anything you can't finish."

"What makes you think I can't finish it?" I pulled her back so she could
feel my erection against her ass. She turned around, and I began kissing
her breast. I lifted it so I could tongue her nipple. I sucked there while
my hands went to her waistband.

"Hey!" Her hands pushed at mine, but she didn't grab her slacks as they
fell. "You really are serious." I pushed her pantyhose down to mid-thigh,
and then pushed her panties down to join them. "That's not going to help
unless you feel like Rhett Butler." I didn't plan to carry her up the
stairs; I didn't plan to go upstairs at all.

I moved over to the other breast. I stood mostly to her side while my left
hand played with her bush and my right hand squeezed her ass. Then I moved
both hands inward. I rubbed her labia together with my right hand before
parting them with my left to reach her clit. She'd been surprised when I
started, and rather dry. Soon, though, she got in the mood. She rested one
arm on my shoulder while I played with her moistening cunt. She rested her
other hand on a kitchen chair, allowing her to sway without having to worry
about her balance.  She couldn't take real steps, but she sort of shuffled
in a circle allowing me to reach different parts.

"Paul." She used a 'don't do that' tone, but she wasn't pushing me away.
When I got to licking the back of her ear while teasing both clit and
nipple, she sagged back against me.

"Paul." This time her tone was inviting.

"Lean forward." I helped her ease forward until she was leaning half over
with her arms on the table supporting her. I opened my trousers and pushed
them a little down. My legs were spread enough that they stopped at
mid-thigh. I came out of the fly in my boxers. That would have to be
enough. I bent my knees more and put my cock against her.

"You can't," she said. I could, though. She was wetter than she'd been in
years, and smooth. The position tightened her entryway, and I loved that
close grip as I filled her. "Paul."

"Gwen, lovely Gwen, warm Gwen, soft Gwen." I moved back until I was almost
out of her. "Smooooth Gwen!" I said while sinking into her again. I reached
around and found her clit. "There you are," I said. "Do you feel me there?
Do you like this?"

"Oh, yes." When I moved slowly out of her again, she bumped back against
me. I swayed forwards, pushing her against the chair and down again on the
table.

"Do you remember making love in every room in our first apartment?" she
asked.

"Yeah, fondly." My only pause in the stimulation was to stop kissing while
I was speaking.

"Well, it had only three rooms."

"Four. We made love in the bathroom, too." In the shower, to be precise.

"So don't get any ideas about this house." I was too far along to get
ideas, but the suggestion was intriguing. When I moved out, she tightened
something within her. The sensation was exquisite.

"Oh Gwen, oh darling. You'll make me come too soon."

"Not too soon. Come!" She squeezed around me again. I stayed buried all the
way in her and applied myself to her clit again. When she pushed herself up
off the table, I could tell that she was close. We knew each other so well!
I shoved against her hip and kept myself fully in her while still strumming
her clit. She straightened her arms. Then she began to clutch rhythmically
around me.

"Darling!" I said. When she sagged back on the table, I lifted her hips a
bit. I drove in and out three times before taking a rest deep within her.
Behind me, through the wall which held the sink, was a screened porch.  I
could get the air mattress out there. A gentle spring rain would give us
all the privacy we needed to make love. I pictured her lying there, my
kissing her everywhere, but especially the place I'd enter when she was wet
enough -- hot enough.

Well, she was wet enough and hot enough now. I pulled back and drove inward
though her clenching tunnel, pushing so hard my legs slammed against her
ass. Deep within her, I erupted. "Yes," she said.

Somewhat later, I slowly straightened. I felt myself come out -- much
limper than I had gone in. She sighed.

"Are you all right?" I asked her.

"I'll survive. You should have to make dinner, though. We *do* have a bed."

"I love you."

"I love you, too," she said, "but sometimes I don't understand your weird
ideas."

"Ideas? Would I get ideas? I'm in this house with my paramour and the last
chaperone is banished." As a matter of fact, she had given me the idea
she'd claimed to dismiss. It would take a while this time, but we had time.
After two decades, we were free.

The end
Free at Last
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

Another story of the interference children can be in a couple's sex life:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/fos_09m.htm
"Radar_1"

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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