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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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