The Older Woman 2 (mF, MFM, Anal, oral, Inc, Inter)
by Keith McDougall


It had taken two full hours to get all of my cock into the
beautiful woman's arse but I held my hips against her bottom now
and my cock throbbed in her guts. I kept kissing her, assuring
her that she was mine now and listened with joy to her whimpers
and moans as I began bugger her hard and deep now. I used her
very slowly because I wanted her to feel every thick stroke,
every movement of my cock in her bowels as I stretched and
stroked her, making her arse my cock socket forever.

Sunday morning found us still in bed, my cock still buried deep
inside of her arse-hole. Now I lay on my side behind her with her
body 'spooned' against me.
She had been obedient and needy all night and I used her many
times after short naps.
I gripped her hips and thrust into her constantly, loving her
anal grip and her slipperiness. I reached around to fondle her
wonderful breasts and plugged her bottom until I roared with
delight and squirted my last come of the day into her sexy body.

"Are you going to come and see me again, or have you got what you
want from me and we're finished?" she asked in a quiet vice, her
face tilted down looking into her cornflakes bowl.
"Don't be silly Ruth! I told you last night, you are mine. I
intend to move in with you after tonight. I've never felt this
way about any woman before and I've been with plenty." I reached
over the table and clasped her hand as she raised her teary eyes
to look at me. I smiled at her.
"I just wanted to possess you like no other man has possessed
you. I wanted to bury myself deep inside you where nobody has
ever been and now that I have I know that you are what I need in
my life."
She got up and came around the table, I pulled her down into my
lap and we kissed for a long time, my whole being poured into her
in that one kiss.

I don't believe it!" squealed Grace, "Keith is actually settling
down!"
Robert had a huge grin on his face too, both of them happy for
me. They had met Ruth at the party before and had both liked the
woman.
"Good for you mate!" Rob said.
"So, does this mean that I can't get you to fuck me any more?"
she asked sadly, pouting her lips.
"If I had a sister like you I would fuck her every day and that's
what you are to me, my sister. There's no chance that I won't
still fuck the shit out of you whenever you want it." I laughed.
She came over and hugged me hard, kissing me until my knees
wobbled.
We went up to her room where she rode me for an hour, getting off
several times before she took my seed deep in her belly.
Back at home I packed some clothes and took them around to Ruth's
house. Her eyes gleamed as she pulled me into the house, her
tongue forcing it's way into my mouth.
She helped me pack my things away and we settled in for the
evening, cuddling together in the couch, kissing and fondling
each other.
I must have fucked her every day at least four times a day. She
was so very willing and her body so delicious. I still buggered
her though, waking her in the morning with my sodomising cock
deep in her wonderful arse.
The relationship was a very strange one for both of us. She was
old enough to be my mother and had so much more experience than
me, but my cock could turn her into a gibbering dummy in seconds.
We didn't seem to argue or disagree on anything. She liked the
same things I did and I wanted to do the same things she wanted.
Many afternoons I knelt on the floor licking her delicious pussy
as she told me I was her little boy, she seemed to be getting off
on that fact that I was young enough to be her son and that my
name was the same as his.
"Ahhhhh! Yesss! Lick Mummy's pussy Honey!" she gasped, "Yesss!
Lick there and there!"
Then it got more strange as she insisted that I call her 'Mummy'
when we were alone. I got a kick out of it too. Grovelling to her
and eating her pussy whenever she needed it, and that was plenty.
I buggered her all the time now and we fucked so often that
sometimes my balls didn't produce any sperm at all and I would
have to rest up for days until she was ready for more cock.

It had been two years since we became an item. I had sold my
house now and completely moved in with Ruth now. I left all of my
things in storage, my documents, my pictures and all of my work.
She clung to me all the time now and I loved her clinginess. We
were so perfect together. People even start telling me how much
we looked alike, I had noticed that myself a year before.
Grace and Robert came around often, sitting with us for ages and
having fun. Me and Grace would sneak off for some quick sex and
come back before we were missed. We went out as a foursome
regularly.
Then I started giving her the 'pill' with her morning vitamins.
We both started using supplements in the morning and doing
regular exercise. She didn't really notice the extra addition as
I kept changing the composition, trying out new things.
She remained on the pill for two months, her period was coming
down regularly and I buggered her all the time during those
episodes. This time though, I stopped cumming, just letting it
build up inside of me.
I waited until her period ended and took her off the pill. I
fucked her relentlessly all week. She cried and begged me to
stop, but I kept her wet and filled with sperm until the end of
the week.
She was relieved that I had calmed down.
"What's the matter Baby?" she asked, concern in her voice.
"I want you pregnant!" I said.

She got pregnant that week. She was very quiet all month and said
little to me. I didn't care, I got what I wanted, the woman I
loved was having my child.
Then she suddenly gave in and became her old self again. I
realised what the problem was only then.
She had lost her son in circumstances she never explained to me
as yet, I didn't push her either. I figured that she would tell
me in her own time.
Her stomach was large with our daughter when she started being
more motherly with me.
"Come and sit with Mummy!" she said.
I went to her and she pulled me down next to her in the chair.
"I'm really happy to be carrying your baby Honey," she told me,
"I just remember that my last child was taken away from me by a
very mean man and I can see a little of him in you!"
I was appalled.
"I'm not like that at all!" I shouted angrily.
"I know that Darling, it was just an irrational fear. I loved him
so much and he went and did that to me." She shook her head, "I
can never forgive him. Then when I saw you my heart missed a
beat. You were so handsome, you even looked a bit like him."
She caressed my face.
"But I'm not like him!" I told her, kissing her.

She had my baby girl in June. She was healthy and screamed the
ward down until she was placed in her mother's arms. I was so
proud of both of them, I held my little girl in my arms and she
smiled at me.
I took them home four days later, Ruth being an older mother
needed further checks and monitoring.
Grace and her brother came around to see my little girl, Grace
eyeing me with that sexy, needy look she used when she wanted me.
I fed my cock deep into her belly upstairs in my office. She had
been taking care of my needs while Ruth went through her final
stages of pregnancy and was in hospital.
It was Monday when I decided to get the photographs from storage.
Up to this point Ruth had not seen my pictures at all, I wished I
had pictures of my mother to show her but they had been burned in
the fire that had killed her.
I drove home from the facility with the boxes of pictures. Ruth
was out when I got there, probably with Grace. I left the box on
the table and went up to my office to do some writing.
It had been over an hour when I heard the sound of car doors and
the front door closing.
"Bye love!" came Ruth's voice.
I wanted to finish off what I was doing before I went down to see
her. I worked for another half an hour before I got up and
hurried downstairs to my lover and my child.
When I entered the room I saw Ruth sitting in the middle of the
floor, all of my photographs were around her on the carpet. She
looked up as I entered, her eyes were red from crying. I was very
alarmed.
"What's the matter?" I asked her.
She held up one large photograph.
"Who is this?" she asked, dread coating her voice.
I could see the smiling face from where I stood.
"That's my dad!" I told her and watched with my own impending
sense of dread as she began to cry again. "What is it?" I asked
again. I was scared now.
"What did he tell you about your mother?" she asked.
"She died in a fire!" I said slowly. A terrifying thought began
to take hold.
"He was lying son," she said. She reached for a box she had
always kept locked. She opened it and removed a photograph,
handing it to me.
It was the same picture I had, only the face of my mother was not
torn away this time. The face was that of Ruth.
I fell to my knees.

End


  
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