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	     Home Again
                Part One 
                  by Ann Douglas
	
	A.C. Delaney stared up at the tree that had
been the bane of his teenage years. Not many blocks
in this part of Brooklyn had trees like this, so a lot of
activities had circulated around it.  It was home base
for playing hide and seek.  It was the place you all
hung out under on a hot summer day.  Most
importantly, it was the site of "the dare".   Ten years
ago at the age of twelve, that had been the focus of
the most terrifying moment of his young life.  That
was the day he'd completed one of the neighborhood
rites of passage and had climbed to the top of the
old oak tree.
	 Funny, the tree didn't seem so imposing
now.  Then again, the last decade had seen him go
from a skinny 110 pound teenager to a six foot 190
pound adult.  He'd discovered a passion for baseball
in high school and long hours practicing with his
father had transformed him into a starting first
baseman both in high school then later at State .  
	Sports had only been a means to an end 
however, a way out of the old neighborhood.  The
degree in business he'd earned last year had been his
highest priority.  For a while it looked like it was
going to be a hard decision turning down the offer
to turn pro, but a leg injury his senior year took that
decision out of his hands.  In a way he was glad that
fate had intervened, it meant he'd never have to look
back with regret.
	A group of teenagers were playing stickball,
using the manhole covers as bases.  It seemed like a
hundred years since he'd played that game.
	"Hey mister, the ball!"  one of the kids yelled
as the rubber ball bounced in front of him.
	In a quick motion he caught the ball on the
first hop and tossed it back to the batter.  The action
had been instinctive.  A smile came to his lips as he
thought some things you never forgot.
	Watching the game for another ten minutes,
A.C. was glad he decided to spend an extra day
here.  After he came home for his father's funeral
over a year ago, he decided that there was never
going to be a reason to again walk these streets. 
But Arthur Charles Delaney Sr. had been buried
over sixteen months before and it was only now that
the lawyers had finally settled his estate.  He'd come
all the way up from Florida just to close on the sale
of his families house.  He could've just left it all to
the lawyers, but he felt it was something he owed to
his dad to see done personally.
	The block held so many memories.  His own
house was down on the corner.  On the other end of
the block was Jerry Wilson's house.  He and Jerry
had gone off to State together.  A grin filled his face
as he looked at a second floor window across the
street from the tree and remembered when it was
Jenny Wilson's bedroom.  
	How long ago was that  night he and Josh
Austin were using Josh's new telescope to look at
the moon.  They accidentally turned it right into
Jenny's room -  just when she was getting dressed
for bed. They couldn't have been more than 13 or 14
at the time.  Jenny had been one of the first
neighborhood girls to develop breasts and that had
been the first time A.C. had seen a topless girl in
anything other than a magazine.  He laughed softly
as he remembered how angry Josh had been cause
he waited so long to give him a turn that Josh only
got a brief glimpse.
	A few years later A.C. got repeated
opportunities to examine those breasts more closely.
He dated Jenny all through high school as his own
body developed into that of an athlete. She was the
first girl who ever gave him a blow job and on the
night of the senior prom they traded cherries. 
Things went downhill between them after that when
they went to separate school.  Last he heard, she
was married and already had two kids. 
	Thinking of Jenny made him think of her
older sister Karen, or as most of the boys thought of
her "Kleenex Karen."  Two years older than Jenny,
she was nowhere near as developed as her little
sister.  In fact, she really never passed an A cup. 
Talk about mixed genes.
	 Anyway, Karen's solution was to stuff an
oversized bra with tissues.  Not the most original of
solutions but one that was time honored.  The
problem was that she wasn't satisfied with just giving
herself a slight improvement.  No, she had to be as
well endowed as Jenny.  It became a big joke among
everyone in school as she always denied it.  Finally
someone decided to settle the matter. 
	 One day during her senior year Sally
Johnson bumped into her and stuck a inch and a half
straight pin into her left breast.  By the time the
afternoon bell rang, almost everyone in school had
heard about it.  Jenny had told him that when Karen
found the pin that night she was furious, but she'd
never mentioned it to anyone else.  She just went on
as she was and made believe that it had never
happened.  Rather than go to college, Karen had
used her savings to get a boob job and now worked
as a receptionist somewhere in the city.
	"I should get something to eat."  A.C. said to
himself as he realized that he'd skipped both
breakfast and lunch.  "Might as well make the day
complete and have dinner up at Mario's"
	Mario's was the diner on the corner.  Calling
it a diner used to be a charity when A.C. was
younger.  The food sometimes bordered on the
inedible.  But it was a neighborhood classic and had
been there since his father had been a teenager. 
Generations had brought their dates there after the
movies or some other activity.  That, A.C. knew was
due more to the big dark booths in the back of the
restaurant than the dinner fare.     
	"Who am I to argue with tradition."  he
finally concluded as he began to walk up the block.
	
	It came as a surprise to find that the diner
was closed.  He couldn't ever remember a day it
hadn't been open. In fact, it look like it hadn't been
opened in months. Then he noticed a small notice in
the window.  It looked to be well worn but he could
still make out the words Department of Health.
	"Why am I not surprised."  the sandy haired
young man chuckled.  "I hope the deli over on
Wilson is still open."
	
	"You weren't really planning to have dinner
there were you?"  asked a female voice from behind
A.C.
	The voice was very familiar and A.C. turned
with a smile on his face.
	"Hi Mrs. Austin."  he grinned.
	The woman in front of him was in her mid
40's, about 5'7" and weighed in at 152 lbs.  Very
attractive for her age, she had dirty blonde hair cut
short and carefully styled.  A full figured woman, her
weight was pretty evenly distributed across her body
as to give her a full bodied figure.  The most striking
feature of which was a set of 38D breasts.  
 	"Hi Mrs. Austin..."  the short blonde haired
woman repeated.  "That's the way you say hello?  Is
that what they taught you up in that fancy school?"
	With that, A.C. practically picked up the
smaller woman and gave her a hug and affectionate
kiss on the cheek.
	"That's better."  Mary Austin said.  "And
what's with this Mrs. Austin crap.  You're an adult
now, you can call me Mary."
	"Okay Mary."  A.C. said, feeling very
strange to have her first name come from his lips
after a lifetime of referring to her as Mrs. Austin.
	"My, you have filled out."  the 45 year old
noted as she took a good look at her son's friend. 
"And I know you didn't get that way eating at places
like this."
	"Well, I was hungry and..."
	"And you couldn't take five minutes to stop
by the house."  Mary interrupted.
	A.C. considered lying for a moment, saying
that he'd rang the bell but got no answer.  After all,
she had obviously been out shopping and hadn't been
home.  Then he thought better of the idea.  Mary
had known him since he was 6 years old and always
knew when he'd been lying.
	"I'm sorry.." he said.
	"And well you should be, I know your father
raised you better than that."  Mary replied.
	"Can I make it up to you with dinner?"  A.C.
said, displaying the charm that worked his way into
dozens of beds back in college.
	"Only if I make it."  Mary answered, ignoring
his obvious charms.  "What would Josh say if I let
you go without bringing you home for dinner.  I
know he'd love to see you."
	"OK, you win."  A.C. surrendered.  Actually
the idea of seeing Josh again seemed like a pretty
good idea.  In fact, just seeing Mrs. Austin again
made him feel pretty good.
	"That's settled then."  Mary grinned
triumphantly.  "Now make yourself useful and take
some of these packages."
	"Yes Mam....err Mary."  he quickly
corrected himself as he picked up the two largest
bundles.    
	                    	
	             

	Half an hour later, sitting at the kitchen table
of the Austin Household, A.C. could honestly say he
was enjoying myself.  How many dinners had he had
at this very table.  Mary Austin had been like a
second mother to him. He probably spent more time
in this house as a child than his own.   Lost in
thought he didn't hear the phone ring at first.
	"Could you answer that, A.C.?"  Mary asked
as she stirred a boiling pot.
	"Sure."  A.C. said as he got to his feet and
reached for the wall phone.
	
	"Josh!"  A.C. said excitedly as he recognized
the voice on the phone, "How are you?" 
	It took Josh Austin a few moments to realize
who he was talking to, then his voice became just as
excited.
	"What are you doing there?"  his old friend
asked.
	A.C. explained why he'd come back to New
York and how he'd run into Josh's mother.
	"Your Mom invited me to have dinner,"  he
said.  "Actually it was more like a command."  he
laughed.
	"That's my Mom."  Josh laughed back.
	"So when you gonna be home, pal?"  A.C.
asked.  "Your Mom's making enough food to put
another ten pounds on me."
	"Shit, this timing sucks."  Josh lamented.
"I'm stuck at work, we have to redo a magazine
layout from scratch.  I'm gonna be here all night."
	"Damn, that does suck."  A.C. agreed. "I
was really hoping to catch up a little."
	"Better let me talk to my Mom so I can
explain it."
	"OK buddy."  he replied as he handed off the
phone.
	
	The conversion between Josh and Mary was
brief. She listened for a few minutes and then simply
said.  "All right honey, take care of business and I'll
see you in the morning."    
	"Well looks like it's just you and me kid." 
Mary said as she hung up the phone.
	"What about Dawn Marie?"  A.C. asked.
	"Dawn Marie moved out and in with her
boyfriend the day after she turned 18."  Mary said in
a tone that said that it wasn't a subject for
discussion.
	"Two it is."  A.C. said as he opened a cabinet
and took out table settings for two.
	As he laid out the dishes and utensils, A.C.
looked into the living room to see if the pictures of a
younger Dawn Marie were still on the wall.  They
were.  Whatever had happened between her and her
mother hadn't gone that far.
	Dawn Marie Austin had been another of
those early bloomers. By the time she was 14 she'd
put Jenny Wilson to shame.  By the time she was 16
she'd lost her virginity in a big way.  Every guy in
the neighborhood was trying to get into her pants
and more than a  few succeeded.  If A.C. was totally
honest with himself, he admitted that if he was
younger and Dawn wasn't Josh's sister - he'd want to
fuck her too.     
	"Dinners served."  Mary said as she carried
two full dishes to the table.
	
	The meal was as good as A.C. remembered
meals at the Austin's to be.  It was only the absence
of familiar faces from around the table that made
him a little sad.
	"Something the matter?"  Mary asked as she
noticed the look on his face.
	"I was just thinking that I'm sorry I wasn't
able to be here when Mr. Austin.... I mean."
	"That's all right A.C.,"  Mary said in an
understanding tone.  "We all knew how hard it was
on you when your own Dad died.  No one wanted to
see you go thought all that again so soon."
	"Still, maybe I should've....."
	"I'm not going to hear anymore of that,
Arthur!"  Mary said in a strong tone.  The fact that
she called him Arthur instead of A.C. produced a
more serious reaction than the tone.  
	A.C. closed his mouth without finishing the
sentence.
	"Besides, you did send that beautiful letter
saying how much the time you spent in this house
still meant to you. I really loved that letter, it made
me think of much happier days."
	"It wasn't enough, just words."  said A.C.
	"Sometimes just words can mean a great
deal.  I saved that letter you know, I keep it in my
night table.  I've read it many times."
	
	The rest of the conversation was confined to
more mundane topics.  How did he like where he
lived. Was he seeing anyone?  Why not?
	
	"That was a great meal, better than I've had
in a long time."  A.C. said as he put down his fork
for the last time. "I couldn't eat another bite."  
	"Well it's nice to hear someone say that for a
change."  Mary beamed. 
	A.C. remembered that Josh wasn't known for
noticing the little things his mother did for him. 
Things like cooking his meals, cleaning his clothes,
cleaning his room and basically being there
whenever he came up short of cash.  Which in Josh's
case happened quite often.
	
	"I really hate to eat and run, but I still have
to get a motel room for the night."  A.C. apologized. 
"My flight doesn't get take off until tomorrow
afternoon and I don't have a place to sleep."
	"Motel room indeed, not when I have two
empty bedrooms upstairs."  Mary cut him off.  "Now
you go out to that rental car of yours and get your
bag.  You can use Josh's room and hopefully he'll be
home in time for the two of you to have breakfast
together."
	Sixteen years of dealing with Mrs. Austin
told him this was another argument he was going to
loose.  All things considered, a comfortable bed and
the prospect of one of Mary's breakfasts didn't seem
like a bad consolation prize.  He thanked her and
went out to get his bag.
	
	"You know were the room is."  Mary called
out from the kitchen as he came back into the house. 
"Unpack your stuff while I put these dishes in the
washer."
	
	Josh's room was immaculate, something
which surprised A.C.  They'd gone away together
once his first year in college and by the time the
week was over, Josh's half of the room looked like a
flop house.  If he ever decided to marry that
girlfriend he was always mentioning in his letters, he
was in for a big awakening.  A.C. was sure she
wasn't the type to pick up after him like his Mom.
	"Hmm, I wonder."  A.C. said as he slid the
top draw of Josh's desk all the way out and looked
at the small space beneath it.
	Hidden there were copies of Hustler, High
Society and Playboy.  Some things never changed he
thought as he laughed.  That was a great advantage
of having his own apartment, he didn't have to hide
such things if he wanted them.

	A.C. took the time to change into a
comfortable pair of shorts and a T-shirt.  No sense
sitting around the rest of the night in a shirt and tie.  
	
	"It's going to be a hot night."  Mary said as
he walked back into the kitchen.  "There's a good
movie on HBO and I've already turned up the air
conditioner so we can relax and enjoy it."
	"Sounds great."  A.C. said.  "Any popcorn?" 
he asked, remembering all the movie nights they'd
shared over the years.
	"Of course, what would a movie be without
it." Mary said as she held up a microwave popcorn
bag.
	Back when they were kids they'd took turns
making Jiffy-Pop Popcorn on the range top.  Oh
well, the price of progress.
	
	They watched the end of some silly comedy
and chatted some more.  A.C. was really enjoying
himself.  This was what he missed in his life, just
having someone to talk to.
	
	"I'm going to get some wine before the
movie starts."  Mary said as she got up, "Can I get
you anything?"
	"Wine would be fine."  A.C. said,
remembering the tongue lashing the first time Mary
had caught Josh and him after they'd had a few cans
of  beer.  He guessed he really was an adult after all.   

	Mary came back fifteen minutes later with a
bottle of wine and two glasses.  She'd also taken the
opportunity  to change into a more comfortable
outfit.  She had discarded the dress she'd been
wearing and now wore a oversized T-shirt which
stretched down to just above her knees. In the cool
air conditioned environment her thick nipples were
clearly evident beneath the thin material.
	
	Taking a seat next to Mary on the couch,
A.C.  kept sneaking peaks at those erect nipples. 
Unbidden, the memories of the night he had gotten a
very good look at the bountiful breasts beneath filled
his mind.

	It was July 7th, 1990, a night he would
always remember.  Josh, Jerry Wilson and he were
camping out in the backyard of Josh's house.  Close
to midnight, nature called and A.C. went back in the
house to answer.
	  The first floor bathroom was being fixed so
he had to use the one up on the second floor.  Once
he got up there, he heard sounds he couldn't identify
coming from Dawn's room.  Curious, since Josh had
told him his little sister was spending the week at
their grandmother's, A.C. quietly walked down the
hall.
	It wasn't until he got to the door of her room
that he realized that the noise was coming from the
open door next to Dawn's.  Silently, the 16 year old
inched along the door and peeked in from the dark
corridor.
	The lights in the room were off but there was
more than enough illumination from the streetlights
outside for A.C. to get the surprise of his young life. 
Mr. Austin was laying on the bed, his hands
interlocked behind his head.  He was totally naked
and for the first time, A.C. saw an adult erect cock.
	Not that this milestone ever entered his
mind. Because at that moment, Jim Austin's cock
was buried in the mouth of his equally naked wife. 
A.C. stood mesmerized as he watched Mary Austin's
head bob up and down as she performed a sexual act
he had only heard the older guys make jokes about. 
Bouncing, as she moved, were breasts larger than
the boy had seen in the Playboy magazines his older
brother sometimes let him borrow.  
	"Shit!"  A.C. said under his breath as he
carefully retraced his steps, fearful that they would
hear him.  His young heart had been racing like a
triphammer and even his breathing seemed
exceptionally loud.   
	The temptation to remain almost overrode
his fear of discovery, but good sense finally
prevailed.  As he tip toed back towards the
bathroom, A.C. realized that he had a first class
hard-on.  He'd have to do something about that
before he went back to his friends.  The last thing he
ever wanted them to think was that he got that
erection from laying next to one of them.
	Sitting in the bathroom with his pants down
around his ankles, A.C. began to gently stroke his
cock.  Fully erect it wasn't anywhere as large as Mr.
Austin's, but then again he still had a lot of growing
to do.  
 	Gently, slowly, he ran his hand up and down
his full six inches. It felt so good. Closing his eyes he
imaged what it would be like if he could change
places with Jim Austin. What would it be like to
have a woman suck his cock.
	 A.C. began to pump furiously as he
imagined Mary rubbing those big boobs against his
cock.  He could almost feel the warmth of her skin
against his and the even greater heat of her mouth
on his boyhood.  Already he could feel a familiar
fire growing in his balls. The teen was oblivious to
his surroundings.  In his imagination, he was laying
in that bed with Mary. 
	 A.C.'s  cock was as hard as it had ever
been, his hand a blur of motion. His body was
jerking up and down so fast he was bouncing on the
toilet seat.  Moments later he felt the first surge of
his orgasm race up the length of his boyhood and
explode into the night air.  His cock erupted again
and again.  Each stroke, sending white droplets
scattering in every direction. He had to bite
down on his lip to keep from shouting with joy. He
had never felt so good before. 
	 Finally, his eruptions subsided until only a
small pearl of white appeared at the tip of his cock in
response to his continued pumping. He could feel a
softness growing in his hand and knew he was done.
It had felt so very good.  That A.C. had just jerked
off to the naked image of his best friend's mother
never entered his mind.  At least not at this moment.
	It took a few minutes for A.C. to clean up
the mess on the floor tiles.  It wouldn't do for them
to find cum spots in the morning.  When he stepped
back out of the bathroom, he could hear the sound
of the bed creaking from down the hall and it didn't
take much imagination for him to know that it wasn't
from the two of them playing leapfrog on the bed.

	
	The familiar HBO fanfare brought A.C. back
from his little trip down memory lane.  No doubt
about it, even with the perspective of hindsight, that
had been one of the most erotic moments of his life. 
He smiled at Mary as she glanced in his direction. 
Image her reaction if she had any idea what he was
thinking.
	The movie turned out to be "Disclosure"
with Demi Moore and Michael Douglas.  A.C. had
never seen it before but he'd heard about it.  
	When the film got to the part were Demi
Moore's character was seducing Michael Douglas's,
A.C. looked down and noticed that he was once
again getting a major erection. Then again, what
normal guy could watch Demi Moore give a  blow
job, however simulated, and not have a reaction.   
	A.C. carefully lifted the large half empty
bowl of popcorn off the table and put it on his lap,
strategically covering a potential embarrassment.
Out a the corner of his eye he was glad to see that
Mary hadn't noticed. 
	
	"Interesting movie, isn't it."  Mary
commented as she reached into the bowl and
grabbed an handful of popcorn.
	"Yeah, it is."  A.C. said, trying to ignore the
fact that only the plastic bowl separated Mary's hand
from his hard cock. 
	"Personally, I think she'd too perfect."  Mary
went on as she scooped some of the popcorn into
her mouth.  "It's like what a lot of people used to say
about Barbie dolls.  That they gave little girls a
negative image of themselves because most of them
were never going to grow up and have that perfect
body."
	Mary paused as she took a little wine to
wash down the popcorn.  All the time her eyes never
left the television screen where Demi was now
fucking Michael.
	"Also she creates a bad image for guys too." 
she went on.  "A young man spends all his time
looking for Miss Perfect Body when someone who
loves them and would spend the rest of their life
making him happy could be right under their nose. 
What do you think she'd look like if she didn't have a
small army of personal trainers taking care of her?"
	"I guess I never really thought of it that
way."  A.C. said.
	"Well it's something that you should keep in
mind."  Mary said, turning her head away from the
movie and looking right at A.C..  "I'll bet you've
passed up a dozen girls who were interested in you
because you didn't think they were perfect enough?"
	"Well I wouldn't say a dozen."  A.C. said,
caught off guard as he wondered where this sudden 
conversation was going.
	"I'm not trying to accuse you of anything,
A.C."  she said as she smiled.  "It's just something
I've become increasingly aware of lately.  That
people sometimes sell themselves and other people
short because they don't think they are attractive
enough."
	"I don't understand."  A.C. replied, more
than a little confused.
	"I guess it's just an old lady's ramblings." 
Mary said as she finished her wine.
	"You're far from old."  A.C. said. 
	"Well there are times that I feel that way." 
Mary replied.
	A.C. put his own glass of wine down on the
table and looked into Mary's face.  It was obvious
that something was bothering her.
	"Mary, is there something that you'd like to
talk about.  Something that you might not feel like
discussing with your friends that live around here.  If
so, I'm all ears."
	"You'd find it very boring."  
	"As if you didn't find a lot of the talks we
had while I was growing up a little boring."  he
grinned.
	Mary took a deep breath and picked up the
remote control.  With a flick of her finger she turned
off the television.
	"I hope you don't mind,"  she said. "But if
we're going to talk I'd rather it be without the
distraction."
	"Sure, they'll run the movie a dozen more
times this month anyway." A.C. said.
	
	Mary took a few moments to collect her
thoughts.  The in a quiet tone she began.
	
	"You know I was quite young when I
married Mr. Austin."  she began.  "I hadn't even
turned 18 yet."
	A.C. knew they'd been married a long time
but he didn't know she'd been married that young. 
He also knew that Josh's father was ten years older
than his mother.
	"I wasn't pregnant or anything, if that's what
your thinking."  she went on.  "It's just that I had a
very rough life up to that point.  Both my parents
died before I was even in my teens and I spent a
good number of years being passed from relative to
relative.  I had a really poor self image back then as
you might imagine.  So when an older man like Jim
took an interest in me, I was totally overwhelmed. 
He was good looking, successful and could have
almost any woman he wanted.  It wasn't because I
was so young either.  If he wanted it, I would've just
been his lover, he didn't have to marry me.  In fact,
you might find this hard to believe, but I was still a
virgin going to our marriage bed."
	If A.C. was ever certain about anything
during the years he spent in this house as an almost
adopted son, it was that Mary and Jim Austin had
been very deeply in love with each other right up to
the day he died.
	"You must miss him very much."  was all he
could think to say.
	"Yes, I do."  she answered.  "But I know
that Jim would be the first one to say that life goes
on and in fact during his last months he made me
promise that I'd find someone new to love. He didn't
want me wearing widow's weeds for the rest of my
life."
	"I'm sure there are lots of men you'd want to
take you out."  A.C. commented.
	"Oh there have been lots of offers."  Mary
quickly replied.  "But I've turned them all down."
	"Why?"  A.C. asked.
	"Because, as silly as it sounds, I find myself
at 45 turning back into that scared little teenage girl
I once was."  she said quickly, as if she had to force
the words out.
	A quiet pause hung in the air, and Mary
could tell that A.C. didn't understand.
	"Do you remember what it was like the first
time you went to bed with a girl?" she asked. "Jenny
Wilson from cross the street, wasn't it?"
	"How you'd know?"  A.C. asked in surprise.  
	"You'd be amazed at the things I've known
over the years."  Mary grinned.  "Sometimes I can
be very observant.  But I'm digressing.  Do you
remember how you felt the first time you knew you
were going to go all the way.  How scared you
were, whatever public image you portrayed, that
Jenny might find you lacking in some way?"
	Thinking back, A.C. remembered that was
exactly how he had felt.
	"But that was when I was a kid."  he said, as
if the few years in between then and now had been a
lifetime.  "I don't feel that way now."
	"You don't, but I do."  Mary replied. 
"Maybe it's because I've never had another lover in
my life.  I don't know.  Maybe because even after all
these years I've had this secret suspicion that I was a
lousy lover but Jim would never tell me so."
	"That's nonsense, I saw you......"  A.C.
started to blurt out without thinking and then
realized what he had said.  
	"You saw me what?"  Mary asked, now it
was her turn to be confused.
	With a sheepish grin, A.C. confessed his
having seen her and Jim that night he had slept over. 
He left out the part about him jacking off afterwards
and all the times he had masturbated off to her
mental image, even after he'd had visions of younger
women to replace it.
	"Oh my."  Mary said, a slight tinge of
embarrassment coloring her face for a moment.  
	"Hey, it was a long time ago."  A.C.
interjected. "But believe me, from what little I saw, I
can honestly say that you weren't a lousy lover."
	"Even if I accept what you say as true, it was
a long time ago."  Mary suggested.  "Even with Jim,
we stopped being intimate a year after that when he
first got sick."
	A.C. just stared.  No matter what he said, the
idea that she was undesirable was so rooted in her
mind that words were never going to shake it.
	"Mary, do you know that I grew up with you
as my fantasy lover."  he blurted out, exaggerating
the truth just a little.
	"Me?"  she responded.
	"That's right."  he continued. "I don't know
how many nights I wished that I was older so that
we could be lovers for real.  So if you could have
that much of an effect on me, how could you be
anything but desirable."
	"But I was younger then..."  she shot back,
unwilling to give up her belief.
	"I don't feel any differently now."  A.C.
replied. "I think you're just as attractive now as you
were back then.  Maybe that's why I haven't found
anyone yet.  I'm not looking for a Demi or  Barbie,
I'm looking for another you."
	A.C. let out a deep breath.  He was talking
without thinking, and he was walking in a very
dangerous mine field.


	     Home Again
                Part Two 
                  by Ann Douglas

	Mary sat silent for long moments as the
only sound in the room was the ticking of the
clock on the wall and the beating of their hearts. 
A.C. could feel beads of sweat on his neck that
began to run down his back.  What had he said?
	
	Mary finally smiled and reached out and
took his hand in hers.  Her grip was firm but
gentle.  Her voice, when she spoke, was gentle
and soft.
	"You know A.C., when you and Josh were
younger, I sometimes wished that you were really
my son.  I couldn't have cared more for you if you
were though.  Right now, at this moment, I'm glad
you're not.  Because if you were, I could never say
what I think I'm about to.
	A.C. could feel a slight tremble in her
hand, a tremble that could be reflected in the pit of
his own stomach.
	"Take me to bed, A.C."  she finally asked. 
"Be my lover for tonight.  Just tonight, I'm not
that foolish to think there would ever be anything
beyond that.  But just for this moment in time,
help me remember what it's like to love and be
loved."
	"Oh God!"  A.C. thought as he looked at
the sincerity in her eyes.  "What have I done?"
	The ticks of the clock on the wall seemed
to stretch to minutes instead of seconds as he
carefully considered his response.  If Mary were
just some woman he met in a bar, twice his age or
not, he'd have no problem taking her to bed and
forgetting about it tomorrow.  But she wasn't just
some woman, she was Josh's mother.  She was the
closest thing he'd ever had to having his own
mother.  He couldn't do something like this.
	"A.C.?"  Mary softly asked.
	He knew she wanted an answer.  He ran
the words over in his mind one more time.  That
the two of them would almost be like incest.  Yes,
that was the track to take.  Despite all his
boyhood fantasies,  they were almost family. 
Didn't he read once somewhere where a lot of
guys had sexual fantasies about their mothers.  A
second voice told him that he was being silly, no
matter what he thought, they weren't related.  She
wasn't his mother.  Finally, a new question popped
into his head.  Why was it that the idea of
spending the night in Mary's bed didn't seem as
bad an idea as it did just a few minutes ago. 
Could it be that without admitting it to himself all
these years, it was what he really wanted to
happen?

	"Mary. All my life, I've thought of you
almost as if you were my mother."  he began as he
gently took her other hand in his.  "But right now,
for the first time I can remember, I'm glad to
know that you're not.  Because if you were my
mother for real, I wouldn't be able to do ... 
this...."
	The tall young man leaned forward and
kissed Mary on the lips with as much desire as he
had felt towards any woman. It was definitely not
the kiss of a son.
	Surprised for a moment by the kiss, Mary
had only the slightest hesitation before she
responded in kind.  A.C. in turn was startled to
find Mary's tongue pressing between his lips but
happy to open them enough to permit it's passage. 
He felt Mary take his left hand and slide it up and
under her shirt, placing the flesh of his
outstretched palm against that of her naked and
ample breast.
	A bridge had been crossed.  A decision
made.  Whatever the morning dawn brought,
neither of them would regret it.     


	The interplay of tongues between them
was electric as two sets of hands explored each
others body.  The soft flesh beneath Mary's shirt
seemed on fire as A.C. played with her bounty. 
His thumbs pressed against her nipples, marveling
at their size as he imagined how nice they were
going to feel in his mouth.
	Unable to wait any longer, A.C. grabbed
the side of Mary's shirt and pulled it upward,
exposing one of the white globes to the cool air
conditioned air.  Mary's breast was capped with
one of the widest areolas he'd ever seen, over two
inches across.  In the center was a long thick
nipple as large as that on a baby bottle. 


	"You are so beautiful."  A.C. exclaimed as
he planted a soft kiss on the top of  Mary's
exposed globe.
	A loud sign erupted from Mary as she felt
the wetness engulf her mound. It'd been so long
since she'd known any touch other than her own.
She closed her eyes and savored the sensation.
	As A.C. made no effort to quickly expose
her other breast, it was obvious that he was going
to take his time.  His tongue darted to and fro,
tracing wide circles around the large nipple.  Then
he would tickle it directly before taking it whole
into his eager mouth once again.  
	Like a babe seeking nourishment, the
younger man nurtured at the source of
motherhood.  Each movement of his tongue, each
nip of his teeth, send long absent sensations
though Mary's reclining form.  
	"Oh, this feels  good."  Mary moaned as
she laid back with her eyes closed and just enjoyed
the feel of A.C.'s attentions.
	A few minutes later, A.C. finally exposed
her other ample breast and repeated his
performance. The result of which was to send
Mary further into a blissful state.
	Again and again he covering her flesh with
his warm mouth, leaving a trail of warm saliva. 
A.C. buried his face in the valley between her
breasts and drank deeply of the mixture of
perfume and sweat.  It was an inebriating aroma.  
	Her eyes still closed, Mary ran her hands
across the back of her young lovers head, guiding
his tongue to her most sensitive areas.  
	Lifting his head, Mary pulled her shirt
completely off.  With a wide smile on her face the
now topless woman eased A.C. back onto the sofa
cushion.  Duplicating his own actions, she slid his
own shirt up over his chest, exposing a well
developed set of pecs and apps. 
	 She leaned over and kissed him lightly. 
Continuing downward, she kissed each of his
nipples and gave them a playful lick as well.  A.C.
had never considered his own nipples as a sexual
area before.  It was an idea he would have to look
at more in the future.  Right now, Mary had a
more immediate goal.  Kissing her way down
across his flat stomach, the blonde paused at the
elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them
down, taking his boxers with them.  
	To her delight, his hard cock sprang free,
bouncing in the open air.  A.C.'s cock had grown
considerable during his late teen growth spurt. 
Fully erect it stood almost eight inches and was as
thick if not thicker than her husbands.  
	"Now that is beauty."  she said as she
traced her outstretched finger along it's length.   
	Mary continued to play with A.C.'s cock,
cupping his balls in her hand as she ran her other
hand up and down it's measure.  Closing her
fingers a little tighter she could feel the power of
his young manhood.
	Leaning forward, Mary tongued the tip of
his cock, licking the drop of pre-cum that had
formed there.  A.C. thought he would explode
right there and then.  He closed his eyes as her
tongue ran down the length of his shaft and
swirled around his balls.  He couldn't wait for that
hot, wet sensation when her mouth could close
over his aching cock.
	Taking her time, Mary sucked on his balls,
then moved her way back up his shaft.  Then in a
fluid motion she engulfed the length of his cock,
sliding his young meat all the way down her
throat.  She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed
it again.  She could feel the heat in his balls, she
knew it wouldn't take many strokes before she
was rewarded with a steady stream of hot cream.
	"Oh God.....Oh God!...."  A.C. gasped as
he tried to hold back.  It was a one side contest. 
Mary had almost three decades of practice behind
her, she played his cock and balls like a musical
instrument. 
	"I'm gonna come...."  He managed to gasp,
seconds before bursts of salty cum erupted into
her mouth.
	As soon as she felt the first drops, Mary
deep throated his cock and swallowed the
seemingly endless stream as fast as it came.  She'd
always like the taste of her husbands cum, but was
glad to learn that A.C.'s had its own special taste.
	With a slight reluctance, Mary let the
semi-hard cock slip from her mouth.  A strange
thought filled her head.  It was like riding a bike,
how easily it all came back to her once she got
started. 
	A.C. was still speechless, the enormity of
what had happen was still sinking in.  Extending
two fingers of her hand, Mary wiped a small
stream of whiteness that had dripped from her
mouth.  Running her tongue across her fingers she
licked them clean.
	"That, was the best."  A.C. said as he
finally found his voice. "I really mean that."

	He sat up and kissed her, tasting his own
ejaculation on her tongue.  Usually, this turned
him off like a sudden cold shower.  This time he
found it highly erotic.  
	"Now it's my turn." A.C. grinned as he slid
down to the carpeted floor.
	Following A.C. instructions, Mary slid off
her shorts and panties and spread her legs.  A.C.'s
eyes opened wide as he looked up at the hairiest
bush he had ever seen.  Mary's entire crotch was
covered with long blonde hair.  All of the women
the young man had been with before had trimmed
their hair.  Like the kiss, he also found this to be
erotic.
	
	A.C. reached out between Mary's legs and
traced the outline of her light colored mound with
his finger.  He moved to the center of her mound
and rubbed back and forth against it.  As his finger
became lubricated by the wetness there, he
slowing slid it between the folds.  A soft gasp
escaped Mary's lips as A.C. slid the finger in and
out, again and again.
	After a few minutes, A.C. replaced his
fingers with his tongue.  An action that met with
louder moans of approval from Mary. 
	"Oh God yes!"  Mary exclaimed at the
touch of his tongue against her valley. 
	Mary leaned back on the couch and spread
her legs even wider, inviting A.C. to further take
of her delights.  He kissed left and right of her
treasure, before spreading Mary’s moist lips with
his fingers to exposed the excited clit within. 
	 A loud sudden cry escaped Mary’s lips as
A.C. made contact with her love button. 
Countless nights of practice on a steady stream of
willing coeds proved their worth as A.C.
demonstrated his skill as a first class pussy licker. 
Raising one of her legs atop the back of the
couch, the 45 year old rolled her head back and
closed her eyes, loosing herself in the warm
sensations radiating out from her sexual center.
	Mary’s cunt grew wetter and wetter with
each passage of her younger lover’s tongue.  He
again slid a finger inside her, adding it’s motion to
the rhythm he’d established.  Faster and faster,
moved both appendages, saturating the
surrounding blonde hair with a sticky nectar.  And
with each repetition, both the waves of delight and
resounding cries that accompanied them increased
as well.
	“Oh yes,”  Mary yelled. “Lick my pussy,
you’ve gotten it so..so wet.  I want to cum!”
	It wasn’t long before she got her wish as
she felt her body tense up and eruption of fire
explode between her legs.  Cascading waves of
passion ripped through her quaking form as the
byproducts of her eruption trickled onto A.C.’s
face.  Ever since the night he had first sucked
Jenny's pussy, A.C. had loved the taste of a
woman’s juices.  He eagerly lapped up as much as
he could.
	The oscillating surf that gripped her had
barely crested before Mary quickly shifted into an
upright position and pulled A.C. to her.  She
kissed him hard, enjoying the tasting of her own
fruit in his mouth.  Again and again she kissed
him, alternating those deep soul kisses with ones
on his cheeks.  Kisses that cleared the sticky
residue that covered his cheeks. 
	“I want you inside me.”  she panted in
between kisses.  “I want your cock in my pussy!” 
she said in a much louder voice.  
	It wouldn't be until the next day when he
was a thousand miles away that A.C. would
realize how much he had been turned on just
hearing Mary talk like that.  Her words were right
out of his teenage masturbation fantasies.
	A.C. took hold of his cock and guided it to
the entrance of Mary's pussy.  He rubbed it up and
down against her wetness a few times, covering
his hardness with lubricant.  Mary reached down
and closed her fingers around his cock and helped 
guide him into her, not that he needed it.  Mary let
out a small gasp as she felt his cockhead push
aside the outer walls of her pussy.  It'd been quite
a long time since she'd felt something warm and
alive inside of her.  A.C. echoed the soft moans as
he felt those walls wrap around his hard flesh.  It
may not have been a tight fit, but it was most
definitely a comfortable one.
	Because she was much looser than the
majority of his previous lovers, Mary was able to
take A.C.'s full length without any effort or
discomfort.  She lifted her ass off the floor as she
pushed forward and seemed to pull him even
deeper.  Already he had slid in and out of her a
dozen times, sending oscillating waves of pleasure
radiating outward from her sexual core.  Waves
that became more frequent and intensive with each
additional thrust.
	It wasn't long before the two were
matched in a perfect rhythm.  Each thrust being
met by that of the other. Tiny droplets of sweat
covered the warm flesh of each of them as they
lost themselves more and more in their sexual
joining.  
	A.C. could feel that he was only minutes
away from a explosive climax.  So it was with a
sudden disappointment that he suddenly felt
Mary's hands pressing against his chest, halting his
energetic thrusts.
	"What's wrong?"  A.C. gasped.
	"I want to fuck you!"  Mary said, her brow
covered with sweat.
	"I thought you were."  A.C. grinned.
	"No, you're fucking me.  I want to fuck
you!"  she continued.
	A.C. finally understood and agreed with a
smile. 
	Easing the young man's firm body off her,
Mary pushed him down on the soft carpeted floor. 
She spun around and mounted him.  Her breasts
hanging above his face, he was able to reach up
and take hold of them.  With a firm grip on each
soft mound, A.C. played with each nipple as she
began to ride his ever hard cock up and down.
	“Oh yes....yes!!”  Mary panted as she felt
A.C.’s manhood fill her again and again.  It felt so
good.  It had been so very long since it had felt so
good.
	Pinned down by her weight and the force
with which she slammed her sugar walls down
around his pleasure pole, there wasn’t much A.C.
could do but lay back and enjoy the ride.  Not that
he was complaining of course.  It was the first
time a woman had ever taken control in
love-making and he realized he could easily grow
to like it.
	“Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!” Mary
yelled yet again.  
	Beads of sweat continued to run down
both their bodies as they began to rut like wild
animals.  .  As she felt each new thrust of A.C.’s
cock, Mary thought of the countless nights she’d
masturbated thinking about how much she missed
having a man. 	Breaths came in labored short
gasps and Mary felt her vision blur as what had to
be the most intense orgasm in a very long time set
her body afire.  Bright lights flashed before her
eyes as she soared above that plateau that had
existed for so long only in her dreams.
	Then as quickly as it had occurred, the
sensation began to fade.  Her vision cleared, and
in the silence her heartbeat began to slowly return
to normal.  But the memory would never fade.  It
would be something she would remember night
after night.
	"Oh God, that was so wonderful."  Mary
moaned as she laid atop A.C. and let her body
relax.  
	A.C. reached up and gently caressed her
breasts, planting a kiss on her cheek as he did. 
His still hard cock slid from her.
	Reaching down between her legs, Mary
took hold of his erection.  She realized that she'd
been so wrapped up in her own climax that she
hadn't noticed that he hadn't shot his own load. 
A.C. was one of those guys who always took a
long time to come a second time.
	"Oh A.C., I'm sorry."  she said
apologetically as she stroked his cock.
	"It's OK."  he said as she kissed her again. 
	"No, just give me a little time to get my
breath."  she smiled back.  "Then we'll take care of
that. 

	A half hour later, Mary was happy to say
she was indeed ready to go at it again.  She didn't
know if was because she had been celibate for so
long or the excitement of loving her almost-son. 
She only knew that if she was to have only this
night, she wanted to make the most of every
minute.
	Running her hand across A.C.'s sweat
covered chest, toying with his matted chest hair,
Mary had a sudden inspiration.  She brought her
lips to his ears and whispered.
	"What would you think of a shower, if
only to clean some of this off us?"
	It took A.C. a moment to realize that
Mary had said "us" not "you".  The idea that she
was going to shower with him seemed a more
carnal thought than had fucking her.
	"That sounds wonderful."  A.C. beamed.

	

	"I love this!"  A.C. said as he felt the
cooling water splash against his skin.  "It feels
great!"
	Mary joined him in the shower and was
instantly in his arms.  They kissed for a few
minutes, rubbing their hands over each other,
letting the hot water cover their bodies.  They
each covered their hands with liquid soap from the
wall mounted dispenser and soaped up each others
body.
	A.C.'s hands slid across Mary's body,
playing with her breasts, pulling them to his
mouth.  Again he took his time, playing with each
nipple with both his fingers and tongue.  Mary
closed her eyes, letting herself drift in delight.  It
felt so good.  So right.
	They soon changed places and Mary took
one of her new lover's tiny nipples into her mouth,
again showing him how erogenous an area they
could be.  She reached down and took his once
again hard cock in her hand.
	"I want you to fuck me again."  Mary said
as her soapy fingers slid up and down his
hardness.  "But this time I to try something
different.  I want to give you something I've never
given anyone else."
	"What?"  A.C. said as warm water ran
down his face.
	"I want you to fuck my ass."  Mary said.
	"Your ass?"  A.C. repeated in disbelief.
	"Yes."  she confirmed.
	A.C. couldn't believe it.  With all the girls
he screwed, none had ever let him try that.  It was
an exciting idea.
	"Are you sure?"  he asked.
	"Yes, it's something I've wanted to try for
years.  Ever since I saw it in one of those
magazines that Josh keeps hidden in his desk."
	"You know about those?"  he asked in
amazement.
	"Of course." she smiled.  "There was little
I didn't know about."
	"Amazing."  A.C. laughed.
	"Should we do it here?"  Mary asked as
she pressed her soap covered ass against his hard
cock.
	"I think it might be better on a bed."  A.C.
suggested, trying to hide the fact that he'd never
done it before.
	"Then a bed it is."  Mary agreed as she
gave his cock a playful tug.

	No sooner had they dried off and made
their way to Mary's bed when the older woman
hopped onto it and took up a position on all fours. 
Eager as well,  A.C. climbed up behind her and
ran his hand across her ass-cheeks.
	"I think we're going to need some kind of
lubricant."  he said, remembering an article he
read in a magazine somewhere.
	"I have something we can use in the night
table."  Mary replied.
	Leading him over to her night table, A.C.
took out a large tube of K-Y Jelly.  It wasn't the
tube that surprised him as much as the large flesh
colored dildo that laid next to it in the drawer. 
This was truly a night for shattering his illusions
about Mrs. Austin.
	Popping the lid off the jar, Mary reached
in and scooped up a generous portion of it with
her fingers.  First she smeared it over the head of
his cock, then the base.  That done, she slid a gel
covered finger into her ass, then a second, moving
them in and out.  Evidently, she actually had given
this a lot of thought. Finally, satisfied with both
the level of lubrication and tightness, she again
took up position on all fours and spread her legs.
She pushed two pillows under her chest and
lowered herself onto them.  Her ass hung high in
the air, inviting A.C.'s entry.   
	A.C. hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.
In the "how to" article he'd read, it had said that
anal sex could hurt a lot if you did it wrong.  What
was that saying he'd once heard.  "If sex is a pain
in the ass you're doing it wrong!"   
	"It's all right. I'm ready."  Mary said as she
reached back and again took hold of him, guiding
him to her smaller, tighter hole.  "Here..."  she
said as she eased the head of his cock against the
opening.
	Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside
her, her ass wrapping itself around the gel covered
cock.  A.C. couldn't believe the tightness of her
ass, or how good it felt around his cock.  A.C. had
been with virgins that hadn't been this tight.  He
slid back a little, drawing it out about and inch,
then two, then he thrusted forward and buried his
shaft deep inside her.
	"Fuck  yes!!!!"  Mary yelled as she felt the
pain / pleasure combination  rip into her.  "Fuck
my ass, fill it with that big beautiful cock!"
	As her hole relaxed more, A.C. began to
develop a rhythm, thrusting harder with each
stroke. Mary followed the rhythm, pushing her ass
back to meet each new thrust, until his now
engorged balls slapped against her ass.  Her frenzy
increased with each new penetration, until she
could no longer speak, only utter a grunting noise. 
	As one hand balanced her against the bed,
the other had found it's way to her clit and she
frigged  herself incessantly, adding to the fires
raging within her.  Feeling A.C. begin to tense
behind her, she managed through sheer effort to
again find her voice.
	"Fuck me...."  she panted in gasps.  "Fill
my ass with that beautiful cum."
	A few seconds  later, A.C. fulfilled her
request as he experienced the most explosive
orgasm of his young life.  Mary's sphincter
tightened around the base of his cock as a fountain
of cum rushed into her.  Each additional thrust
brought more, until he was finally drained
completely.  Then in exhaustion he collapsed on
top of her, his cock still inside her as if, even
drained, she was unwilling to get him go.

	The second session of lovemaking left
both of them totally exhausted and they slept the
sleep of the contented. It was early morning
before either of them opened their eyes. 
	"Good morning, lover."  Mary said as she
kissed A.C. awake.
	"Good morning."  the young man
responded as he sat up in bed and looked at the
nearby clock. 
	They looked at each other for a moment. 
Neither had to say it, they both knew that the
intimacy that they'd shared mere hours before was
not to be repeated.  It would however live forever
in their memories.

	"Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen
minutes."  Mary Austin said as she adjusted the
belt on her robe.  "You have time to grab a
shower if you want."
	"Sounds like a good idea." A.C. said as he
slipped out from under the sheets and stood up. 
Strange as it seemed, given the events of last
night, but he felt a little funny standing naked in
front of Mary. He did however take note that she
hadn't offered to join him in the shower.  The
night was really over.  
	
	A.C.'s showers was brief and he stepped
out of the bathroom ten minutes later.  As he
stepped out into the hall, he was so preoccupied
that he didn't notice the tall figure standing
alongside the bathroom door.
	"I hope you had the decency to bring your
own clean underwear."  said the deep male voice
from behind A.C.
	"Josh!"  he said as he whirled around.
	The two friends exchanged hugs, it was as
if it had been days instead of months since they'd
seen each other.  It took only a few minutes to
bring each other up to date.  
	"I hope you haven't left my bed the mess
you usually leave yours in."  Josh said as he took a
step toward his room, the one closest to the
bathroom.
	"Oh shit!" A.C. said to himself, horror
flashing through his mind. Josh's bed was as
crisply  made as it was the previous afternoon. It
would be obvious that A.C. hadn't slept in it.
	"I knew it!" Josh exclaimed as he stepped
into his room.
	"Josh, I...."  A.C. said as he followed him.
	Horror turned to relief as A.C. saw that
the bed was an appropriate mess.  Mary had even
thought of that.    
	".....  I was just going to get to that."  A.C.
finished.
	"Hey, I'm only kidding."  his friend
laughed.  "Let's get down to breakfast."

	Breakfast was as good if not better than
last nights dinner.  By the time the two young men
were done, both of their plates were empty.  A.C.
couldn't remember the last time he'd had such an
appetite.
	
	Mary was about to say something when
the phone rang.  Josh started to get up when she
said she'd get it.
	"If that's the office, tell them I died."  he
quipped.
	The call turned out to be from Mike Ford,
one of the teachers at the school that both boys
had attended long ago.  Mary still did some
volunteer work for the PTA.  The conversation
was brief, merely a confirmation of previously
agreed on plans.
It was the tag at the end of their chat that
surprised the two young men at the table.

	"Oh Mike, does that offer of dinner still
hold for Saturday night?"  Mary asked.  "It does? 
Well then why don't you pick me up around
07:30.  Good, I'll see you then.  Bye."

	Josh Austin looked at his mother in shock. 
Mike Ford, a widower himself, had been asking
Mary out for three months now.  On every other
occasion, she gave him the same pat answer - that
it was too soon.  Josh had begun to think that she
would still be giving that same answer until long
after anyone stopped asking.
	"What brought on this change of heart?" 
he asked.  "Not that I'm complaining."
	"Oh I don't know."  Mary said as she
picked up the two empty plates.  "I guess A.C.'s
visit made me realize that I should stop acting my
age - or at least how I thought a woman my age
was supposed to act."
	"That's my friend A.C."  Josh said as he
slapped him on the back.  "I always said you had a
golden tongue."
	"I can attest to that."  Mary said too low
for her son to hear, but the wide smile on her face
was evident to all. 


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