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Selinde's Lovers By Ella Jean Chadwicke Chapter 1 Selinde watched as Jeff,
(short for Jefferson), sat the vase down carefully on the clear glass tabletop
for her. Thrilled beyond words by her find, the 4 hours she had stood waiting
patiently for the auctioneer to get to it was well worth the wait. In fact, she
would have waited longer if necessary. It wasn't everyday a 'Thomas Doubleday'
piece was offered for sale. Hand blown and fired using secret techniques he took
to his grave with him, 'Thomas Doubleday' had been spectacularly successful in
crafting glass vases having a singular design yet remained unique in their
simplicity. Jeff watched as his mom walked slowly around the table to take in
all its glory from every possible angle as she congratulated herself shamelessly
with a satisfied smile on her face. He loved it when his mom was happy. She was
so beautiful and trim for a woman just 63. His mother's biological clock had
been winding down when she met Jeff's father. Selinde Morgan Marchand had
virtually given up the idea of getting married. On her 31st birthday, a few
friends along with her brothers and their wives had thrown her a surprise
birthday party. As luck would have it, Selinde's future husband had entered the
restaurant because it was near his hotel suite and boasted tables large enough
to spread his engineering drawings on while he ate. Cesaen, ('Say Shown'), Holt
MacGregor loved resolving the problems he encountered as he supervised the
construction of his section of the expressway through the mountains of West
Virginia and Pennsylvania. His bosses were particularly pleased Cesaen had built
the 35 mile corridor on time and under budget. Now all that remained was to add
the finishing touches then Cesaen would be moving on to a job in India his
company had just captured a contract for construction!. Looking at the drawings
on the table as he sipped a cup of coffee, he looked up to see a bear of a man
standing by his table with a big smile on his face. Cesaen smiled as the man
jovially asked him if he liked birthday cake. Cesaen stood as he replied, "Heck
yeah! I love birthday cake!" as they shook hands and introduced themselves. The
man gestured towards the group sitting behind him several tables away and
invited Cesaen to join them for a wedge of cake and ice cream. It was then
Cesaen saw Selinde. She was beautiful as her sensuality seemed to be a natural
part of her personae. At 6' 5" and 230 lb., Cesaen was just a tad over 11"
taller than Selinde but what captured Cesaen's attention about her was the
expression in her eyes. As she looked at him, he felt as if he was falling down
a well into an underground pool of some mythical paradise. Selinde was wearing
one of those businesswoman's suits that were so popular in those days. Her
svelte form prompted a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach no woman had ever
given him before. Cesaen stood politely as Selinde's brother Henry introduced
him to the gathering saving Selinde for last. Walking Cesaen around the table to
where Selinde sat, Henry bowed slightly and said, "Selinde, I would like to
introduce Mr. Cesaen MacGregor, Cesaen, I would like for you to meet my sister,
Selinde Marchand!" Selinde offered her hand to Cesaen who raised it gracefully
to his lips, touching it lightly before saying, "My pleasure Miss Marchand!"
Henry pushed a chair beside Selinde for Cesaen to be seated and before they knew
it, nearly everyone had left after several rounds of goodbyes. Quiet settled on
them as Selinde looked at Cesaen's handsome profile. Softly, Cesaen explained he
was being transferred to India soon to superintend the construction of a
hydroelectric dam for the Indian government. Selinde's heartbeat escalated when
she heard him say he would be gone for at least 10 years before he would be able
to come back to the states. "My! That's a long time to leave your friends and
family Cesaen!" she opined as her mind raced to find the right words to tell him
she had feelings for him that were quite unexpected. Cesaen turned to look into
her eyes as he said, "Yes I know, but up until I met you, It wasn't a problem
for me." Selinde gasped at his words as she blurted, "Whatever do you mean?"
Cesaen smiled and said, "Well I know this may sound strange to you. But..."
Pausing as he searched for the right words, he ventured, "I really think I will
miss you too much to go!" Laughing softly, Selinde replied, "Goodness, you
surely do know the right lines Mr. MacGregor!" Watching as he blushed furiously,
Selinde tempered her previous remark by saying, "I was joking Cesaen. I don't
want you to leave and I know I'll miss you too much for you to go!" Chapter 2
Wordlessly the couple made ready to leave after Cesaen rolled up his drawings
and returned them to their cardboard tubes. Selinde wasn't the type of woman to
indulge in 'one night stands'. In point of fact, she hadn't been intimate with
any man except for Richard before they had a falling out and parted company.
Most of the disagreement between her and Richard had been her beliefs about
premarital sex. Once she had relented and given herself to him against her
better judgment, Richard's treatment of her took on overtones she had fretted
about and the loss of self-respect for herself became a burden too heavy to
bear. Since Richard had gone from her life, he had married and divorced twice.
Selinde felt justified she had drawn the line in the sand for him and was
grateful Richard had been unwilling to cross it. This time though, she was
strangely lacking in reluctance to enter into an affair. Even though they had
met but a few hours earlier, she felt comfortable and wanted to be with Cesaen
regardless of the consequences. Cesaen quietly unlocked the door to his suite of
rooms the company provided for him. Selinde was awed by the fact he had his work
in nearly every room. Cesaen busied himself picking up clothing he had strewn
over the bed and chairs in the small drawing room. Selinde couldn't help but
smile at the thought he needed someone to take care of him. As precise as he was
in his work if his drawings were any indication, his personal habits left a
great deal to be desired. Cesaen felt his heartbeat in his temple as Selinde
made herself comfortable. For the first time he dwelt on the physical attributes
she possessed and her jutting breasts hidden partially by the jacket were
obviously not in need of much in the way of support. Removing her tie and
loosening the top two buttons of her blouse, Selinde watched as Cesaen prepared
a drink for them. Taking the glass he offered, she smiled as she asked, "Is it
OK to remove my shoes? My feet need fresh air!" Looking down at her, Cesaen
nodded and replied, "Sure, make yourself comfortable!" Cesaen sat down on the
floor beside her chair and took her hand in his. Quietly the two sat lost in
their own thoughts. Selinde stood after a few moments as Cesaen scrambled to do
likewise. Slowly she walked towards the bedroom as Cesaen quietly followed
behind. Turning to smile at him, she loosened a few more buttons of her blouse
as Cesaen watched carefully. Selinde spoke in measured tones as she spoke
softly, "Cesaen, I'm not the type of woman that does one night stands. I've only
been intimate once before and the result was humiliating to me. I can't explain
it, but I want to make love to you and I hope you don't think too little of me
for my weakness." Cesaen stood quietly for a few moments then replied, "I
understand what you mean. I wanted you nearly from the first moment I saw you.
I've never believed in love at first sight, but now I wonder!" Selinde continued
disrobing as he spoke. Removing her blouse, she heard a sharp intake of breath
as her bra clad breasts came into view. Cesaen trembled as she reached behind
her back to release the hooks of her bra and as the bra straps fell down her
upper arms, Cesaen's heart started racing as if he had run the mile in 4 minutes
flat. Chapter 3 Selinde's breasts were firm and full having little, if any sag.
Her aureole was near perfectly round as her nipples hardened to resemble large
raspberries ready to pluck as she felt Cesaen's eyes on her. Her stomach was
flat down to her abdomen which had just a hint of a roundness above her mound.
As she pushed her slacks down over her hips, Cesaen saw she was wearing thong
panties with a panel barely covering her abundant thatch of pubic hair. Pushing
her slacks down to step out of them, Cesaen's eyes widened as she bent down to
retrieve them showing her buttock rounded and flowing into thighs below as her
crinkled hole winked at him from either side of the string running through her
secret place. The crease between buttock and thigh was pronounced but no sag of
her cheeks or cellulite was observed by him as the muscles in her thighs and
calves moved as she raised each foot behind her to remove her shoes. Turning her
back to him, she stepped towards a large storage container by his bed to lay her
garments neatly on top. Turning gracefully back to face him, she sat down and
lay back on the bedspread he was grateful he had tidied up that morning. The
housekeeper was due in Monday to clean and organize his belongings as he and she
had discussed, but yesterday had been her day off so Cesaen had made the bed for
some abstract reason he couldn't recall. Lying languorously waiting, Selinde
watched as Cesaen removed his clothing. It was her turn to gasp as she saw the
muscular rippling of his body as he moved to disrobe only to gasp again as he
removed his boxer shorts. "Oh lord!" she thought as she saw his hardening cock
rising as he moved towards her. Her mind was awhirl as she mentally calculated
the length and diameter of his manhood, "It must be at least 9" long and as
thick as my wrist!" she guessed silently. Cesaen lay down beside her as she
turned to face him. Taking her face in his hand, he softly kissed her lips and
pulled her encouragingly towards himself. Selinde eagerly kissed him and
snuggled closer as the kiss lengthened and grew more intense moment by moment.
She found herself flowing over him to sit astride him as they kissed with
intertwined tongues. Releasing her lips to dip his head to her breasts, Cesaen
took each in turn to suckle and kiss as Selinde trembled rapturously at his
touch. Selinde rose up to steady herself with one hand on his left shoulder as
she reached down to take his hard cock in her hand and position it at her
portal. Stroking it lightly, she passed her thumb over the tiny hole in the end
to find pre-cum oozing copiously from within. Carefully lowering herself, she
felt as if she was sitting on someone's elbow for a moment. Nearly giggling at
the thought. Cesaen saw the thought as it crossed her face and smilingly asked,
"What?" Selinde did giggle then prompting Cesaen to repeat the question,
"What???" Selinde composed herself and answered, "Well your used to this
gigantic thing you carry around with you. To me, it's as big as someone's
elbow!" Chuckling at her comparison, Cesaen remarked, "Oh you'll get used to it,
soon you'll be looking around for a larger one to satisfy you!" he teased.
Selinde removed her hand from his shoulder and slapping his cheek lightly,
disapproving of his remark to say, "Oh you! Now Hush!" After many moments of
intense concentration, Selinde managed to get half of it inside her and was
beginning to enjoy the feeling of fullness it gave her. Cesaen had lain still
for about as long as he could stand. His hips began thrusting his penis inside
her as it continued to expand unmercifully it seemed to her. Panting and softly
grunting as he thrust inside, she wiped perspiration from her upper lip and
exclaimed, "Honey you're a lot to bargain for. I hope you don't need it more
than once or twice a day!" Cesaen chuckled once again and allowed, "Oh I don't
know, I could probably get by on maybe a half dozen or so!" Selinde's vagina was
beginning to relax and allow more of his cock to enter, soon he was able to
touch bottom as orgasm began to wind up like a coil spring in her stomach and
thighs. Cesaen raised his head to offer his lips to her breasts as she
acquiesced and leaned forward to feel his lips and tongue suckle them. Soon the
two lovers felt the onset of orgasm begin to possess them. By now, Selinde had
provided enough lubricant for Cesaen's cock to move freely although snugly in
and out. Straining as she moaned and grunted softly as he plunged inside her,
Selinde felt a deep cum rising up from her depths to inundate Cesaen's cock as
she moaned in pleasure. Cesaen increased the tempo as she came to press for his
own orgasm and in so doing, felt Selinde's vaginal lips press hard on the base
of his cock. Suddenly sweet release bubbled up from his tiny slit to throw long
ropy strands of cum inside her hungry vagina. Ejaculating furiously, Cesaen felt
Selinde press his steel hard cock urgently against her bottom as she rapidly
short stroked him while he came. When she had milked his cock for all he was
capable of producing, she fell forward to press her breasts against his chest
and pant breathlessly for a few moments as she caught her breath. Lying quietly
as they rested, Cesaen's cock which had been softening, returned to expanding as
he pressed her to roll over on her back. Rolling with her, he pushed against her
pubes and as she came to rest on her back, rose up on his knees to lift her butt
in his hands as he resumed plunging inside her quim. As Selinde looked up at his
handsome face reflecting the effort of his thrusts, it felt wonderful to know he
was able to satisfy her as no other. Chapter 4 Marriage, family, responsibility,
wealth, and all the trappings of a civilized life blessed Selinde and Cesaen
throughout his life. Selinde had loved traveling and following him halfway
around the world to India to build dams, highways, and other structures of a
growing country. The turning point in their life had been the successful bidding
on United States contracts for airports and associated structures. Promoted to
Vice-president and Director of international operations, Cesaen was a working
executive who delegated freely, but kept a hands on approach to management.
Selinde settled down to raising their two sons and found contentment in his arms
although he was seldom home to cuddle her was contented to care for their home
and properties. At last the day came he was to retire and they were to move back
to the states. A celebration was held at world headquarters of Mercer, Bentley,
and MacGregor, Limited. Their sons had grown and moved away to attend college,
Jeff became an attorney and Mark attended aeronautical engineering at Embry-
Riddle Technical Institute located in Florida. Jeff had found a position with a
prestigious law firm in Memphis and Mark was Captain for British Airways flying
inter-continental Concords. Both men had found and married beautiful women whom
Selinde and Cesaen found to be wonderful daughters in law. Soon grandchildren
began arriving and Selinde stayed busy keeping track of where she was going to
spend time and with whom. It was on a trip home from Memphis she received word
Cesaen was very ill. Rushing home to be by his side, she arrived a few hours
after he had passed away. Sitting in her kitchen and listening to the muffled
sounds of the TV sitting on the breakfast nook table, Selinde cried for her
loss. Jeff and Mark and their families would arrive soon, but in the meantime
she felt truly miserable and alone. The next day both sons and their families
arrived to take over for her and make arrangements and prepare for the funeral.
Jeff's wife Cathy and her daughter Melinda sat down and began reading aloud the
unbelievable amount of telegrams, cards, and letters that had arrived over the
last 3 days. Selinde's heart was touched by the warm words most had written to
express their sympathy and sense of loss of her husband. Mark's son Morgan
helped since he was the oldest of the three boys in the family. Jeff and Cathy's
sons Holt and Cesaen II sat quietly listening as each took turns reading. The
next 5 days were difficult to say the least, but having her family with her
lessened the pain and her heart though weary and torn by her husband's death
remained vibrant and hopeful. Chapter 5 Mark and his wife Beverly, asked Selinde
to let Morgan remain with her for a few days in case she needed help at some
point. A big boy for age 12, Morgan stood nearly as tall as his father at over
6' 2". Morgan was thin as a rail. Jokingly, Selinde told his parents she
intended to fatten him up a bit before she sent him home to them. Beverly
laughed and told her to try but not to be disappointed at failing. Morgan piped
up and said, "Grandmother, Mom makes me eat all kinds of stuff to make me gain
weight. I'll settle for fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and white chicken gravy
the way you fix it!" Beverly pretended to have her feelings hurt and wiped
pretend tears as Morgan dwarfed her to give her a hug and pat her back to say he
was sorry to have hurt her feelings. Grandmother and Grandson watched as the
family left to return to their lives. Morgan put his arms around her shoulders
and said, "OK Grandma, let's raid the fridge and fill this hollow stomach of
mine." Laughing softly, Selinde replied, "I hope there's enough for you. We need
to make a run to the supermarket tomorrow and stock up on a few things. You just
put what you like in the bascart and we'll bring it home!" Sitting in front of
the TV, Morgan and Selinde drifted off to sleep to jerk awake a few minutes
later. Finally realizing they were losing the battle to stay awake and watch the
movie, Selinde kissed Morgan and went to bed. Waking refreshed and needing
coffee, Selinde put on her houserobe and repaired to the kitchen to start the
coffee maker. Checking her wrist, she saw it was 6:30, time enough to take a
shower while the coffee maker did it's job. As she walked into the bathroom, she
turned to close the door and hang her robe on the hook fastened to the inside of
the door. Humming as she adjusted the water to her liking, she glanced in the
full length mirror to see her form reflected. "Humm!" she thought, "Not bad for
an old woman!" she judged as she looked herself up and down. Selinde had one of
those bodies women the world over worked and sweated for. At age 63, her body
was as firm and unblemished as a woman half her age. She had a few laugh
wrinkles, but the rest of her face was remarkably smooth. Her breasts were still
firm and though they understandably sagged a little and gotten much larger as
she grew older, the queenly way they still jutted from her chest gave her
satisfaction. Her stomach had a few stretch marks but was firm although a bit
more rounded these days. Her butt was still pearshaped and the thighs and calves
still remained firm and muscular. Finishing her bath, she put on her robe to go
to the kitchen for a sip of coffee before she dressed. The sun had burst through
the clouds to light up the kitchen as she stood in front of the French doors
looking out over the lawn and her flower gardens. Shading her eyes from the
morning sun, she noticed a big cat moving stealthily through her rose garden.
Moving to open the door and give the cat a heart attack, she heard Morgan walk
into the kitchen. Turning to say good morning, she saw a strange look on his
face as he stared at her. Smiling brightly, she welcomed him, "Good Morning
young man! Are you hungry?" Still he seemed to be half asleep still or something
had enchanted him. Perplexed, she asked, "Morgan! Are you OK? Feeling OK?"
Morgan seemed to be swimming back from a far off place and muttered, "uhh yeah,
I just felt confused because I wasn't home and mom wasn't here!" Silently he was
thinking, "Holy Cow, Grandma's naked under that robe. God she has a set of tits
that are twice as big as mom's!" Turning to look at him, she stepped forward to
lay the back of her hand on his forehead to test if he was hot. "Humm" she
mused, "He's cool as a cucumber! He sure is acting strange though! I wonder what
on earth it could be?" Chapter 6 Morgan was good company, very loving and quick
to do her bidding although sometimes he prevented her from doing things she
would rather do herself. Sitting on the glider in the gazebo late one evening,
Morgan and Selinde watched the sunset lost in their own thoughts. Leaning back
to rest her head on his shoulder, Selinde felt Morgan's strong arms envelope her
to draw her closer to his bosom. Getting comfortable, she leaned closer to him
and rested her hand on his Jean clad thigh. Suddenly she became aware Morgan's
penis had gotten hard. Not wanting to be obvious, she tried to see if what she
thought was true. Turning her head slightly she couldn't help but gasp as she
saw a cock outlined under his loose jeans that was every bit as big as his
grandfather's had been. Thinking a moment, Selinde asked, "Morgan, would you
mind my asking a very personal question of you?" Silence ensued for several
moments, then, "Well no I guess not!" Morgan answered. Thinking how to couch the
question, Selinde decided to just ask what she was thinking, "Morgan are you
excited because of me or is it just happening because young men just do that a
lot!" Feeling him tense slightly, he replied, "uhh well, mostly you grandma!"
Turning to look into his face, she said, "I cause you to get excited? Why on
earth would I excite you?" Morgan blushed and was glad she had turned her face
away and said, "You are beautiful Grandmother, you are sexy and have a beautiful
body and I love you!" It was Selinde's turn to blush. It was then Selinde
noticed her pussy had become moist and that old hunger filled her belly.
"Morgan?" she asked, "What do you do when it gets that way and won't go away on
it's own?" Haltingly, he replied, "I er, uhh, make it go away!" Quietly, almost
too quietly for him to hear, she asked, "Would you like me to help you with it?"
Though he didn't answer, the look on his face as he looked at her told her all
she needed to know. Wordlessly the two rose to go inside. Morgan followed her
into her bedroom, sitting at her makeup table, he watched as she removed her
clothes. Standing nude before him, she asked, "Still think I'm sexy Morgan?"
Morgan blushed and answered, "Yes, oh yes Grandmother!" "Have you been with
anyone yet Morgan?" she asked as she turned to set on the edge of the bed.
Morgan raised his eyebrows and shook his head no! Sitting on the bedside and
looking at him, it suddenly dawned on her how much he looked like his
Grandfather Cesaen! Selinde smiled at him and said, "Is there anything you would
like say or something you would like to know?" "Well uhh if you don't mind, I
would like for you to put on a pair of black stockings and your garter belt?" he
asked hopefully Putting her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh, she replied,
"Really?? You want me to wear stockings?" Nodding his head vigorously up and
down, Selinde retrieved a pair of stockings from her drawer and picking up a
white, red, and black set of garter belts, asked, "which color?" Morgan chirped,
"RED!" then "Highheels too, If you don't mind that is!" he said encouragingly.
Chapter 7 Helping Morgan remove his clothing, Selinde stroked his hard cock as
he kneaded her breasts and they kissed. She wasn't going to let him mount her,
but she wanted him to play with her slit and clitoris so she could cum too.
Without warning, Morgan's big cock erupted to spew cum over her stomach and
thighs. Absentmindedly she scraped her finger through a big glob of cum and drew
it up to lick it from her finger. Lying down on the bed, Morgan situated himself
between her legs and knelt to lick and tongue her throbbing pussy lips. Selinde
groaned deep inside and held his lips against her throbbing clit as Morgan
licked and sucked it. Her orgasm rapidly approached and as she moaned and
thrashed her legs, Morgan stepped up his ministrations to her burning quim.
Suddenly he inserted his big finger inside her seething pussy and stroked it in
and out as she came. Morgan loomed over her as she came down from her orgasm and
she gasped as she felt his cockhead slip inside. Before she could tell him, "NO
not inside me!" he had plunged inside to begin hammering thrusts inside as her
body shook. Morgan's big cock felt too good to stop now! Selinde drew her legs
up and put them across his back as the old feeling of fullness assailed her
senses. Urging him to slow down, Selinde said, 'Morgan slow down honey! Let me
enjoy this too baby!" Morgan groaned and replied, "OK grandma, I love you
grandma. You are so tight and hot inside!" Morgan's senses were on fire as the
glassy smooth texture of her stocking clad thighs rubbed against his hips and
sides electrically. Looking back down his side, he saw her full thighs clad in
stockings snugly bulging out slightly where the top band of the stockings
stopped. He felt the cool imprint of her high heels pressing on his butt as her
thighs clasped him tightly. Matching him thrust for thrust, Selinde was immersed
in a world of hard cock and a young body holding her close. On and on the two
fucked as Morgan began to build up a feeling unlike any he had felt before
inside his grandmother's body. Grandmother and grandson began moaning deeply and
anxiously sought to receive and go in deeper with each heartstopping thrust.
Selinde began a moaning wail as her orgasm came crashing down on her. Morgan
increased the hammering thrusts inside her pussy until she could only hang on
and grunt as his big cock hit bottom. As Selinde came down from her orgasm, she
felt Morgan urging her to move around on the bed. Positioning themselves so
Morgan could see himself fucking his grandmother in the mirror as he looked
back, his senses were inflamed as her strong womanly stocking clad thighs pulled
him deeper as the electric rubbing of the stockings spurred him on. Watching his
cock plunge deep into her pussy, Morgan felt the onslaught of orgasm overtake
him. His grandmother managed to reach behind his thigh to reach his bag as she
began massaging it. Tightening until his nuts were pulled against the base of
his cock, Morgan felt his cum begin shooting inside his grandmother. With a
groan that bordered on a low scream, Morgan ejaculated in large globs inside his
grandmother's pussy. The feel of his hot cum hitting her inside set off yet
another orgasm that made her weak and trembling. Lying quietly afterwards,
Morgan said, "I love you grandmother! I really really love you!" Selinde choked
back a sob to say, "I know Morgan, I love you very very much too!" Grandmother
and Grandson made love many times before he had to return home. Selinde was a
good woman who loved her family. She never once felt any since of shame over
what she and Morgan had done. She was sure her grandson felt the same. END
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