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Subject: {ASSM} A Winter's Tale
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Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2015 07:10:01 -0400
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A Winter's Tale
 
    The security lights still  illuminating the virgin white snow piled on 
the sides of the driveway.  The  flakes glistening as they swirl in little 
twisters of movement to the  ground.  Who would expect snowfall in November, 
especially before  Thanksgiving; but anything is possible this time of year. 
 The most  expected part of the storm is that the snow would be heavy and 
wet.  No  lovely powdery moisture, just the sleety droplets gently tapping on 
the window  panes and falling into a gradually melting and heavy foot of  
snow.
    The night, actually the day not  starting out that great, even thought 
the snow started in a balmy temperature of  38 degrees.  However, snow that 
melts as it hits the ground and then  accumulates tends to be a bit wet and 
heavy.  The snow hanging onto the  power lines and tree branches makes for a 
loss of power.  I would have  shoveled earlier or snow blown it; but the 
heavy wet slushy snow under the new  layers plugged my snow blower solid and 
so the off fashion way of shoveling  became the solution.  Luckily my son had 
a friend over for the night and  they had the unbound energy of youth.  
They were non-stop after the power  came back on in the neighborhood and I 
would never have gotten the end of the  driveway shoveled where the plow has 
pushed up the heavy wet  snow.
    Sodden in my jeans and my layers of  clothing.  Wet from the snow and 
sweating, feeling chilled as we stowed the  shovels and stomped onto the back 
porch, strewing snow from our whitish  clothing.
    "Thanks guys."  As I peel  off my jacket and shake it loose of snow, 
then step out of my boots and feel the  wetness soaking into my socks quickly 
from the floor.  "Strip down in the  kitchen here, I don't want you tromping 
the snow all over the house.  I  will make some hot chocolate after I 
shower and change."
    Running to my bedroom and getting my  flannel nightgown and heavy robe 
and slippers.  Then flipping on the light  and fan for the bathroom.  
Stripping off my long sleeve shirt then a tee  shirt and sliding my wet jeans down 
my legs, skimming them over my ankles.   Then tugging my panties the rest 
of the way down my legs and my wet socks.   Shivering as I stand naked and 
start the shower and adjust the  water.
    Slipping into the enclosure and  closed the glass door, sighing 
contentedly as the warm water splashes over my  skin as I turn slow circles to get 
all of my skin wet and take the chill out of  my body.  Just using the soap 
to lather up my skin, starting with my  breasts and then face, then working 
the fragrant lather over my hips, and  ass.  Eyes closing as my fingers work 
my mound, massaging the soap into my  folds and fat labia.  Moaning and 
catching myself as I soap deep and fell  the fingers dipping deep into my 
crevice.  Laying against the wall as I  spread my legs wide and arch onto my 
toes, letting my fingers relieve the  tension and more. 
    Then sighing again as I think of my  son and his friend outside and 
wondering if they heard me as I sort of pleasured  myself.  Fingering 
interruptus in this case as I grab a wash cloth and work  quickly to scrub my body 
and then shampoo my hair.  Turning the heat up a  bit as I rinse the suds from 
my curves and crevices. 
    Stepping out into the foggy room and  taking a large bath towel to 
massage the terrycloth into my skin, feeling it  warming with the brush of the 
cloth over the soft flesh.  Working my hair  with another towel.   A liberal 
sprinkling of lavender talc over my  body and slipping the flannel nightgown 
over my body and then belting the robe  in an overhand loop and slipping my 
feet into my slippers.  Then working my  hair again and combing it wetly 
down my back.
    Slipping my glasses on and leaving  the fan running to vent the 
moisture from the room.  Walking down the  hallway.........."Next, the bathroom is 
free."
    "Who's next.?"  Finally getting  a response and one of the guys 
slipping into the shower as I set about making  cocoa in the kitchen and microwave 
popcorn with extra butter dripped on it,  timing it so it is ready when I 
know the second one is finishing his  shower.
    Candles lit around the room still  giving a soft glow to the living 
room and casting flickering shadows on the  walls.  The tray of cocoa having a 
boost of some Bailey's in the cups to  give it a little zip.  My cocoa 
having a double shot in  it. 
    Putting on some mood music,   Queen.  The boys settling in on the floor 
in front of the TV, a bowl of  popcorn between them and hot chocolate at 
the ready.  TV Controller already  queuing up a game.
    Lifting my legs up onto the sofa and  tucking them under me, adjusting 
my robe.  Then sipping my hot chocolate  and nibbling on popcorn as I become 
quickly bored watching them killing a  million various monsters.
    Sliding my legs to the floor and  taking my mug out to the kitchen, 
dumping it in the sink and reaching for a  glass from the cabinet.  Then 
dropping an ice cube into the glass and  walking back to the living room, 
unlocking the bar and pouring a very healthy  snoot of single malt scotch into the 
glass.  Eyes closing as the scent  curls from the glass.  Locking the bar and 
walking back to the sofa.   My absence barely noticed, as there eyes move 
up to watch me make myself comfy  on the couch, then back to their game.
    Reaching for my Ipod and finding some  Queen music, fittingly mellow as 
I put the earphones over my ears to block out  the explosions and gunshots 
and screams from the TV.  Sipping slowly as I  close my eyes and relax, 
stretching my legs the length of the sofa feeling the  last aches from shoveling 
snow, ease from my body.  Looking at my long legs  stretching from the 
bottom of my robe and then the big feet at the end of the  toned legs.  
Burrowing my feet under a pillow to hide them from  sight.
    "Can we have a drink.?"  My eyes  opening to look at my son and his 
friend.  "What did you  say?"
    "Can we have a drink."  Looking  at them, "well there is soda and I can 
make more chocolate if you would  like."  Seeing the looks on their faces 
and understanding that is not what  they were hoping for this time.
    The disappointment written on their  faces.  "Let me get you some 
cokes."  Sliding my legs over the side of  the sofa and watching the movement of 
their eyes to my legs.  Using one  hand to gather the hems of my robe 
together as I stand up.  Taking my glass  and putting it on the bar, and pouring a 
long tall glass of coke with ice for  each of them.  Then taking the 
glasses and a spoon and walking to the  bar.  Opening it and pouring another long 
dollop of scotch into my glass,  then trying to block their view, adding a 
bit of rum to each of their  cokes.  Stirring it gently and bringing them the 
glasses.  Knowing  they have seen what I did, as I kneel to hand them the 
glasses.
    My legs together as I see them  looking from my face to my knees as I 
crouch down.  Feeling a little flush,  and a slight shake of my head at this 
growing process of these young  men. 
    Walking back to the bar and bringing  my glass with me to settle into 
the nest on the couch.  "Cheers."   Lifting my glass to them and sipping some 
of the lovely single malt.   Watching as they taste their cokes and confirm 
that they got their request for a  drink.
    Headphones back on and listening to  some Bob Marley, as I sink slowly 
into a lethargic state of bliss.  The  exercise, hot shower and scotch 
taking their toll on this old lady.  My  legs restlessly shifting on the couch 
and catching the stare of the  gamers.  Leaning over to rub the calves of my 
legs and feeling my robe pull  up an inch or so on my thighs.  Lifting one 
leg and bending it to massage  the soft tissue, then the other.  Seeing that I 
have become a distraction  to the game the controllers are motionless in 
their laps and I think they are  being attacked and killed.
    Setting my legs down straight again  and closing my eyes as I sip some 
more of my scotch.  Feeling the scotch  relaxing my mind and inhibitions as 
I don't adjust my robe.  My knees and  lower thighs not covered.  My 
breathing steady as I look with mostly closed  eyes and see the occasional glances.
    A brief shake of my head as I feel  the itch of the nightgown and robe 
over my swelling nipples.  Thinking to  myself, that I shouldn't tease; but 
enjoying the gazes and looks as my legs  shift and move.  "I am not doing 
this,"  reaching with one hand to tug  my robe down over my thighs and knees.  
Laying demurely in body, even if  not in thought.
    Feeling lightheaded as I sit up one  more time.  "Would you guys like 
another coke?"  My words implying  more then they are asking. 
    The glasses handed to me a definite  yes as to them wanting another 
drink.  Taking the three glasses in my hands  and wobbling a little as I slide 
past the coffee table and set my glass down on  the bar with a rather loud 
sound.  Then weaving to the kitchen to mostly  fill the glasses with coke and 
ice and then a stop at the bar to top off all  three glasses.  Rum and coke 
is a fairly mild drink.  And scotch and  scotch, just what I needed.
    Bringing them their refreshed drinks  and crouching down to set them by 
each.  Not as modest as my thighs are  slightly parted and robe his rode up 
my thighs.  A bit tipsy as I use one  hand to balance myself as I push 
myself up.  The boys looking up at me, and  up my robe also.  Damn those 
hormones.
    Walking back to retrieve my glass and  setting it down as I slip my 
robe off and settle on the couch, pulling the robe  over me like a blanket.  
Curling my legs up under the thick  terrycloth. 
    Laying content as I watch the  flickering shadows on the ceiling from 
the candles.  Nestled securely under  my robe/blanket as the boys seem to be 
content with this endless killing of  monsters.
    Waking from sleep for a minute or two  and reaching for my drink.  The 
robe slipping down from my shoulders and  exposing the material of my 
flannel nightgown.  Reaching to the coffee  table and the robe slipping to my 
waist.  Looking at the boys, and then  seeing their eyes fixed, as I lower my 
eyes to look at the darting of  my nipples in the nightgown.  Flushing as I 
pull the robe back up after a  few seconds.  An involuntary squeeze of my 
thighs on my puffy  lips.
    Knowing I am more then a little tipsy  as I reach out and finish my 
drink and close my eyes to stop my head from  spinning.  Slipping again into 
sleep as the alcohol has relaxed me to the  point of unconsciousness.
    Moaning in my dreams as I feel the  fingers caressing, rolling and 
gently tugging my hard nipples.  Soft  whimpers of pleasure as I feel the 
fingers caressing my thighs,  the soft  touch of fingers prying my legs apart.  My 
perfect lover, so considerate  and deliberate in my dreams.
    Then waking to the darkness of the  room, the cool air against my legs 
and chest, feeling the fingers touching my  warm flesh.  My nightgown pushed 
up on my chest as the fingers continue to  explore my nipple with one hand, 
and the other hand the slender fingers  massaging the puffy lips of my 
labia.  My mind befuddled, drugged by the  amount of scotch I consumed.  Trying 
to sort absorb the tactile contact of  fingers on my body.
    A catch of my breath, and the fingers  stopping all movement.  Waiting, 
feeling them trembling on my breast and  pussy.  The second dragging into a 
long minute, and as my breathing  continues measured, the fingers again 
touching the erectile tissue of my  swollen nipple and engorged lower lips.  
The fingers moving to fondle my  breast as I see a silhouette of a head 
lowering to my nipple and then feel the  tentative kiss and tonguing.  Fighting 
not to respond with an open mouth  moan, not wanting to scare away this 
fledgling from learning that which a book  or a movie really can't teach.
    The finger tracing the line of my  slit and barely the exposed 
smoothness of my little pearl as I it blossoms from  between my folds.  So wanting 
to take the young fingers and place them here  and there, so they can give me 
pleasure.  Letting my inside leg fall  outward to the back of the sofa, as 
my midnight or later friend is sitting on  the edge of the middle cushion.  
His flank just touching my other  leg.  Letting my scent waft in slowly 
rising waves to tingle the hairs of  his nose with that scent, a very special 
scent.  Letting his finger the  next time it moves to trace my slit, feel the 
wetness of my lips as it parts the  fat lips of my labia. 
    One of my arms reaching to cup the  back of his head and hold it 
against the long thick sensitive tip of my tingling  nipple, as the other arm 
reaches to cover the back of his hand as it touches my  slit one more time.  
Forcing the finger deeper, till it parts the hot puffy  lips.  Hearing his moan 
of fear and surprise as he is found out; but not  chastised; but instead 
encouraged to touch the warm flesh of a willing female  body.
    My mind foggy with moral issues as I  press his mouth to my nipple, 
feeling him suckle awkwardly.  His finger  wiggling against the juicy walls of 
my pussy, helping him press a second one  into my body. 
    Reaching to his lap and finding the  firmness of his erection under his 
sweat pants.  Tracing it with my long  fingers, hearing his gasp as I trap 
his cock with my fingers and squeeze on the  flared head.  My legs opening 
wider now as my fingers fumble with the  drawstring and pushes down the 
waistband.  Grasping the warm flesh of his  engorged cock and stroking it slowly 
with my fingers.  Feeling his hips  rocking to my hand as I move it up and 
down.
    Releasing his head and putting my  fingers to his lips.   
"Shhhhhhhhush."  A soft parting of my lips  and breath of warm air as I quiet his mouth.  
"Let me help  you."
    Pushing myself up and hooking one leg  over the back of the sofa and 
the other flat on the floor, guiding him to kneel  between my legs as my 
fingers release his cock for a few moments.  "Slow  down, no need to hurry."
    Slipping his sweats over his slim  hips and then pulling him down over 
me, hand reaching to guide his erection to  the waiting wet hole of my 
pussy.  Both of us moaning as his cock head  touches the swollen lips and then 
holding it in place, using my  other hand to the small of his back and pulling 
him into my body.  Feeling  the passage of the cock as it parts the walls 
of my tunnel and the warm flesh  forming around the prick.
    His hairless pubic area against mine  as he has it fully encased in my 
body.  His tee shirt not able to hide the  hardness of his tiny nipples and 
not able to protect his chest from the hard  tips of my thick ones.
    "Slow push with your hands and raise  up and then lower back down."  My 
hand reassuring in the small of his  back.  Feeling sweat seeping from his 
pores as he moves up and down on my  body and in and out of my pussy.  A 
nice slow, steady fuck.  Trying  not to work his cock yet with my cunt muscles. 
 My thighs tightening, but  keeping from hooking him with my ankles to hold 
him deep.  Not wanting to  scare my night time lover, at least not yet.
    Rolling my hips to his strokes.   Feeling the tension in his body and 
the trembling as he is trying to hold out,  to not cum;  but as it 
inevitable, my hand holding him tight to my cunt,  welded as one as he shoots his seed 
into my cunt.  Each of his spurts a  whimper of release.  My other hand 
holding his head to my breast as he  shudders against my body.  Stroking his 
back and neck with my hands.   Calming down the flutter of his heart and mind, 
as I kiss his  forehead. 
    Letting him rest on my body for long  minutes.  Then stroking his hair 
and patting his ass cheek lightly.   "Sit up and I will clean you up young 
man."  Slipping my legs awkwardly  from around him as he sits meekly on the 
edge of the sofa cushion.   Slipping to the floor and easing his knees wide 
as I lower my head to his pubic  area and with tongue and lips, clean his 
semi erect cock, softening to a cute  wormy bundle.  Sucking on it with my lips 
and cheeks.  Tonguing the  warm flesh and tasting myself and his semen as I 
massage his shaft to draw out a  couple more drops of his seed.  Then 
blowing with my lips, drying his  hairless cock and balls; which I did not touch 
with my mouth.
    "Time to go to bed my young  stud."  My words soft and light as I kiss 
the tip of his penis with my  lips.  The shadow rising above me as I kneel 
and pulling up the waist of  his sweats and walking from the living room to 
the stairs and up to my son's  room.
    Kneeling beside the sofa, one hand  cupping my pussy lips, feeling the 
sticky cum oozing from my opening.   Licking it from my fingers and palm and 
tasting semen, the potent seed of a  young man.  Not the type of sex I 
normally enjoy; but in this case special  and seeming a non threatening first 
time for a nubile young man.
    Rubbing one finger across my  throbbing clitoris as I think on the fact 
that I really do not know which young  man this was.  My son or his friend. 
 Their body shapes and hair  almost the same, and their choice of 
nightwear, well without a light.  I  couldn't tell one from the other.
    Making a note to myself.   Tomorrow I will have to go on birth control 
pills again and keep track.   Also to go to the drug store tomorrow and buy 
some condoms and a morning after  pill.  Also see if in the morning I can 
see the different in the demeanor  of one or the other young man.............
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    
    
    
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