    Title: Opal
    Author:Eskimo1958
    Summary: A lonely mature lady fins some breif companionship in the arms of
    her deceased sons best freind. This could be the start of a series.
    Keywords: youngerM/olderF, rom

She's tall and slender, and has one heck of a rack. And even though she's pushing fifty, all of the guy's heads turn when she walks by, no matter what their age may be. I've known her for years, as she lived down the street from me and my parents house. Her son was the same age as I, his name was Tom Ferguson. Tom was killed over a year ago, and from what I've heard, it left her devastated. She does have other children, two daughters that are much older than I. I remember them being about thirty, if memory serves me correctly. Then there was Mr. Ferguson. He's probably close to fifteen years older than she, and retired. Not that he's ever home. He's always out somewhere getting drunk. No, not because of the loss of their son. He's always been a drunk, at least as long as I've known him, and from what others have said as well. Most days, he's at the Legion getting shit faced. Each day she would drive him in the morning to the bar, and each evening she would drive and pick him up.

Of course, she's known me for years as well. I'm the typical young male, average looks at just under six feet in height, and weighing in at about one-seventy. I was twenty years old, when this all happened. It was in early August, and I was home from college, just hanging out so to speak. She was weeding her flower bed when I was walking by, as she greeted me with "Hello there, Brian."

I smiled, "Hi there, Mrs. Ferguson." Of course I was smiling, as he was down on her knees, wearing just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, with a bra trying hard to keep her breasts in place.

She smiled, asking "What you doing?"

"Oh, I was at Marty Gibbons house. Him and I were just talking about our high school days." I said. I saw her smile turn into a slight frown, and I asked "So how you doing? Your flowers look terrific this year, as usual."

Her face lit up, and she said "Why thank you, Brian." She slowly rose to her feet, and said "I really appreciate you saying that."

I blushed, "No problem, Mrs. Ferguson."

"So how was college this past year?" she asked.

"Oh fine. I'll be a Junior this coming semester. Everything has been going well, and I haven't had any trouble in classes so far."

"Well that's great. I'm glad to hear it." she said.

I suddenly felt a bit awkward, not sure why, but I was. I stammered out "Well, I need to get home. I'm sure mom has some things for me to do."

She smiled, and she said a bit nervously, "Okay Brian." Then she stopped me, saying "Oh, by the way, would you mind helping me by doing some work around my house?"

I replied "Sure thing, Mrs. Ferguson. I would be delighted to."

She smiled, "Could you come over tomorrow then? Say, maybe about ten? I'll pay you for the work you do."

I protested, "Oh, you don't have to pay me, Mrs. Ferguson. I'll gladly help if I can."

She smiled, saying "Thank you, Brian." She looked up at the sun, and said "Well, I've laundry to get finished, I'll see you in the morning then."

I started to walk away, saying "Sure thing, ma'm."

I didn't really think about it much. I mean, I had no idea what she wanted me to do, and after telling my parents, they said that they've heard that she had plumbing issues, so I was probably going to be working on her pipes. How right they were. I thought nothing more about it, though, as I spent the evening watching a baseball game before hitting the sack. I was up at about eight, made myself some cereal, and then relaxed a bit before heading to Mrs. Ferguson's house. I knocked promptly at ten, and she opened the door, wearing just a bathrobe.

She was beaming, as she said "Come on in." I did, and she said "Please, follow me." I followed her up to the master bathroom, and entering she said "I need the faucets changed," she handed me a new faucet set, as she went on "I've some tools in the basement, I'll show you what’s there. Hopefully you'll find everything you need."

It wasn't much, actually. I knew I could handle this small assignment, as she took me to the basement and showed me the tools available. She left me there, telling me she would be in the kitchen, as I looked for what I would need. A small torch, some copper piping, and a few more tools, and I was alls et. I returned to the upstairs master bath and went to work. It didn't take long, maybe ninety minutes at most. I've done this before at home, and dad has taken me to his sisters and other relatives to do work from time to time, so I knew how to do basic plumbing. And of course, pretty much any home maintenance routine.

Once finished, I came downstairs, trying to find Mrs. Ferguson, but she wasn't on the main floor. I guessed her to be in the basement, and since I had to take the tools I used back down there anyway, I opened the basement door, and as I walked down the steps, I said "Mrs. Ferguson? I'm done."

I heard a soft "Oh." and when I got to the bottom of the stairs, there she was, pulling her bathrobe back on, her back to me. "I'm sorry Brian. I got warm folding the clothes, go ahead and put the tools back where you found them."

Whew! All I saw as she pulled the robe up to her shoulders was her bare back, from her delightfully round, mature ass on up. But it was well worth it to see just a glimpse of her bare body. I went towards the tool cabinets and put things away, saying "Anything else you need worked on today?"

She said hoarsely, "No, not at the moment." I was a bit puzzled, as she seemed to be out of breath. I also saw she was rather flushed, and nervous. "Um, let's go upstairs and I'll give you some money for what you've done so far, Brian."

I smiled, and sod "Don't worry about it, Mrs. Ferguson."

She grabbed my arm, and laughed as she pulled me to the stairs, saying "Nonsense, I need to give you something."

She let go of my arm as she started up the steps, with me right behind her. I knew what my cock was wanting to be paid. And that's when I smelled it. I was inches from her fanny, covered by the thin robe, which only came down maybe four or five inches below the cheeks of her ass. The smell of a woman's wet twat. I've had the experience to get close and personal with a few college coeds the past year, it's a smell you don't soon forget. Or want to. It dawned on me on why she was nervous, and short of breath. I had interrupted her giving herself pleasure. I think my cock just went to full alert.

I followed her to the dining room, where she picked up her purse, and turned suddenly. Unfortunately, I was looking down at her legs, and I jerked my face up, seeing a surprised look on her face. She then smiled, and said "Would a pair of twenty's be enough, Brian?", as she opened up her purse.

I raised my hands, protesting "No Mrs. Ferguson. You don't need to pay me a thing. It was a pleasure doing it for you."

I saw her blush, and I realized that maybe that was not a good choice of words. She sighed, closed her purse back up, and turned to put her purse down. I was surprised when she then faced me, and slid her arms behind my back, and hugged me tightly, saying "Thank you Brian. I appreciate this."

Oh god, I could feel my rock hard cock pressing into her belly, and I knew she had to feel it. I stammered out "Anytime, Mrs. Ferguson."

She stepped away, her hands on my shoulders, and she said "If I find anything else that needs fixed, I'll give you a call, okay?"

I grinned, "Sure, no problem."

She squeezed my shoulders, and said "Good." Then dropping her hands, she said "Thanks again." as she walked by me towards the front door. She opened it and as I walked out, she said "Bye Brian, have a good day now."

I smiled and waved, saying "Thanks, Mrs. Ferguson. And you too." I saw her smile turn into a bit of a frown, and I wondered if I had said something wrong, as I went down the drive on towards my home. I exhaled hard, and my cock was still feeling a bit cramped in the confined space of my jeans. Yeah, I would jump at the chance at getting into the sack with someone as beautiful as Mrs. Ferguson. But, she's older than my own mother! Of course, what was I even thinking? She wouldn't want some young kid anyway.

Once home, my mom had things for me to do, after she briefly questioned me about what all I did over at Mrs. Ferguson’s. I told her about the sink, and of course about me turning down the offer of money. I didn't tell her that the woman gave me one hell of a boner. The rest of the weekend went well. I went out with my friends Saturday night, and was good and hung over on Sunday. My part-time job had me working on Monday through Thursday, and on Friday I was walking to Tom's, when Mrs. Ferguson stopped me in my tracks, hollering out "Oh Brian, could I see you for a minute?"

I smiled, "Sure thing." I shouted back, as I walked across the street to see her.

She smiled, and said "Listen, I've some chores that need to be done, I was wondering if you could do them?" She quickly added "And I will be paying you this time."

I laughed, "I'll do the chores, ma'm. But you no need to pay me."

"Nonsense." she replied. Then she went on, "Could you come over tomorrow? I need the outside of the windows washed on the second floor. And then I was wondering if you could change a shower head for me."

Smiling, I said "No problem. Would ten be too early?"

"N, that will be fine, Brian." was her happy reply.

We said our good-byes, and off I went. I had a party I was going to that night, and yes, alcohol was involved. I'm not sure what time I arrived home, but I do know that mom was a bit agitated as she roused me up at about nine, reminding me of I having to help Mrs. Ferguson today. I groaned as I climbed out of bed, my head pounding as I showered off and came downstairs where mom made me breakfast. Then off to Mrs. Ferguson’s. She was all smiles, something I was sort of hard trying to do, as she put me to work. She showed me the ladder, and the bucket and cleaning supplies, and soon I was washing windows. Eight in all, four in front of the house, one on the end, and another three on the rear. I did the front first, before moving to the side, then the rear of the house. I didn't see her the whole time, and I was doing the one for her bedroom, when I saw her once again. She walked out of the master bathroom, wearing that same robe. But this time, she didn't have it closed in the front.

I about fell off the ladder as I caught a brief glimpse of her mature breasts as she walked to the door to the hallway. They were beautiful, even if they did sag somewhat. Not much, mind you, just enough so they still stood out from her chest, full and proud. When I remembered to breathe again, I finished the window, and moved to another one. And still, the image of her fine boobs were in my mind. I only had one more window to go, and after getting it done, I climbed down and put the ladder away in the garage, before knocking on the front door.

A few seconds went by, and she opened the door up, now wearing a halter top and a pair of shorts, and she was smiling as he asked "All done with the windows, Brian?"

I replied "Yep. And you said something about a shower head?"

Laughing, she opened the door more, and stepped aside, letting me pass through. "Yes, I bought a new shower head for my bathroom. It has a second handheld head on it."

I stopped as she closed the front door, and said "No problem, this shouldn't take more than ten minutes."

She grinned, "Good, for I made you some lunch once you get done."

I protested, "Oh no, Mrs. Ferguson. I can't."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairs, saying sternly, "Now Brian, I feel like I'm taking advantage of your good nature." We started up the stairs, and I was admiring her rear end once more. I smiled, as she said "So please allow me to have the pleasure of your company while you eat, okay?"

I replied "Yes, Mrs. Ferguson." as she showed me into the master bathroom once more. She handed me a box, and I opened it and found I needed a pair of vise grips. I said "Well, this will be easy, but I need a pair of vise grips from the tool cabinet in the basement."

She smiled, saying "Well, you know where they're at then. Go ahead and do this, then come have lunch in the kitchen."

I chuckled, saying "Oh all right." She followed me back downstairs, and then I went on to the basement. I was right, in ten minutes, I had the old head off, some plumbers tape on the pipe, and the new nozzle on. I tested it and it all worked fine. I cleaned up what little mess I had made, then I headed to the basement and put the lone tool away, before coming back to the kitchen. She was placing a sandwich down on the table, and a bag of chips plus a glass of soda, as she said "It's ham and swiss on wheat. I hope that's okay?"

Smiling, I said "That'll be fine, Mrs. Ferguson."

She took a seat across from me, and as she settled in, she said "Please Brian, call me Opal."

I swallowed, and said "Okay Opal."

She must have been in a talkative mood, for she asked "So, did you go out and party last night?"

I blushed, "Yean, I did at that."

Giggling, she said "I figured that, you looked like you might have had too much to drink."

"I normally don't drink that much, Opal. Just that I was trying to hit on a girl, and I got shot down. So, well, I guess I was feeling sorry for myself." I said.

She frowned, "Yes, I can understand that." Now what the heck she mean by that. "So you don't have a girlfriend then, huh?"

I shrugged, "No, not at the moment. I had been dating a girl at college, but we broke up a week or so before finals."

"Was she nice?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, she was."

She blushed, "Oh, I take it you did more than just date then." My turn to blush, and she said "That's okay, Brian. You're a young man with lots of desires. I'm sure she wasn't the first, was she?"

I almost choked, as I said "No, she wasn't."

She had a sly smile on her face, as she asked "So, are you going on the prowl tonight then?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I mean, I sort of overdid it last night and all." I stated.

"So tell me, Brian, if you were to go out tonight, where would you go? I mean, if you were wanting to try picking up some woman."

This question took me by surprise, and I stuttered, "Well, I, um, not sure. I mean, I usually go to party's that I'm invited to, since I'm not twenty-one yet, and it's hard for me to get into bars and such."

"Yes, that would be a problem." she replied, and I noticed a bit of disappointment in her voice. "So what are your plans for the evening?"

I thought for a second, and it hit me, she's baiting me. "Well, not sure. I mean, where can a guy that's under twenty-one go, if it's not a private party?"

Her face brightened, and she said "Well, I've an idea." And I was just imagining what that could be. "Why don't you meet me in the parking lot of Rammer's Nightclub. Say, at about six-thirty?"

I said "Isn't that a bit early?"

She laughed, "No, you'll see."

I said "Yeah, okay." as I finished off my soda.

She smiled, rose to her feet, and said "Dress nice, but not too formal. A good pair of jeans and a polo shirt will do nicely." I stood and she went towards the front door, as she added "I'll meet you in the parking lot, park in the north end, okay?"

"Sure Opal, I'll be there at six-thirty." I replied, not knowing if I should hug her or not.

I need not have worried, as she grabbed me and hugged me tightly, whispering into my ear the words "And I'll sure it will be a very pleasant night for both of us, Brian."

I was breathless, as she opened the door and I stepped out into the bright sunlight. Damn! I've just arranged a date with a neighbor lady, a married one at that! Lots of things were running through my mind, as I walked on home. When I entered my parents house, mom asked how things went, and I told her what I had done, and that Mrs. Ferguson, I didn't use her first name, fed me lunch. I also said I was taking a nap, as last night was a bit rough. And I made up some story about meeting some friends for dinner this evening, and then to just shoot the shit. I promised that I wasn't going to be doing any drinking. She obviously knew better about the drinking part. After all, she was my mom. I was just hoping that she didn't catch on to the fact that I wasn't going with my usual friends.

My nap was long, as I finally woke at about five. I took a long hot shower, and then laid about the bedroom before finally getting dressed. Yes, I was nervous. Extremely! After all, it's not often that an opportunity like this comes along. After saying bye to my parents, I was off. It's only a ten minute drive at most to Rammer's, and I was there at only a quarter-hour past six. Way too early, but I was a bit, well, anxious I guess would be a good word. At six-thirty, no Opal. Okay, I was more than just anxious. But a minute later, a car pulls across in front of mine, and the drivers window rolls down, and there she was. She hollered out "Come on and get in."

I quickly got out of my car, locked it up and came around and got into her car, shut the door and was buckling my seatbelt, when I asked "We're not going here?"

She laughed softly, "No, too many people know me in this town, Brian. I took a big enough chance on picking you up in the parking lot."

I said "I didn't know you had a Buick, Opal."

She looked into the rearview mirror, and stated "Not mine." as she turned out of the parking lot. "You hungry?" she asked.

"Yean, sort of." I replied, a bit nervously.

"All we have time for is a quick drive through, is Burger King okay?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, that'll be fine." was my response. I wanted to ask where were we going, but I decided she would tell me in good time. We obviously were not staying in town, or she wouldn't have been concerned about being seen. And whose car's this anyway?

Not a word was spoken, until after we had went through the drive-thru, and we both finished our sandwiches. Thirty minutes later, we were well out of town, when she finally spoke, saying "Brian, this may seem strange to you, but well..."

I suppressed the urge to laugh, "I take it we're going to have a date tonight, huh?"

She giggled, "Yes, something like that. You see, my husband, he's not well." Actually, the term of a common drunk would be good. "And he hasn't been able to fulfill my needs for a long time. And well, I was wondering if you could."

"Opal, um, you're the best dram looking woman in the neighborhood. Most of the guys I know would be jealous if they knew I was with you on a date for the evening." I stated.

She smiled, "Really?"

"Damn Opal, you're body's better than most girls my age.", and with a laugh, I added "I just hope that I do a good enough job in whatever you want me to do."

She was all smiles, saying "Thank you." Then a sigh, as she said "I've never cheated on him before, but the time has come. I can't say the same for him, though." Interesting, but I really wasn't sure if this was going to help the situation if she was going to keep talking about her relationship with her husband. And I really wasn't sure how to get her to stop talking about it either. After a total of about fifty minutes of driving, and us now in a larger city, she pulled up to the lobby of a Motel 6, got out, went in and got us a room. She was soon out, and she drove us around the back of the place, where she parked. We both got out and she went to a door and opened it, and I followed her inside. I closed the door, and she spun around, reached for me and we pulled each other tightly, wrapping our arms around the other. Soon we were kissing passionately, first each others lips, then cheeks, neck, back to face, while her hands were fumbling with my belt, and my hands were worked up underneath her blouse, stealthily unhooking her bra.

She giggled, as she felt her bra go slack, saying "Well, you're off to a good start."

I cheerfully said "Thank you."

She stepped away from me, and began to unbutton her blouse, while I peeled my shirt off, then I finished undoing my pants to get them off. I was stepping out of them, and when I looked up, she was tossing her blouse and bra off to the side, and she had a smile on her face. She reached out and took my hand, and we moved to the bed where we sat. I was on her left side, and I reached over and took her left breast in my hand and then lowered my head to get a taste of that expanding nipple. She took a deep breath, and sighed, as I sucked on it, while my hand dropped to her lap, and slipped into and down the front of her pants, finding a very moist crotch. She laid back, my mouth staying attached to her tit, my finger working into her slit, finding her clit. I started rubbing it, and her hips started rolling, a soft moan coming from her mouth.

I nursed on that tit while I worked her clit with my fingers, before after only about six minutes, she stiffened and cried out loudly, "Ohhhh shiiit!" as her hips suddenly rose up and slammed back down again. I stopped mouthing her teat, and moved down her body, hooking the top of her panties with my thumbs and started pulling them off her hips. Her eyes were closed, and that smile on her face was even bigger, as she raised that fine ass of hers up, allowing me to pull her panties off of her. I grinned when Is aw her bush, neatly trimmed, and those pussy lips of hers were thick. I pulled her panties off the rest of the way and tossed them onto the floor.

My hands were on her knees, and I eased her legs apart and went face first into her bush, inhaling her sweet aroma. She said "Oh god, Brian. I already came, come fuck me."

I chuckled, "I want to tongue you first, Opal. Then I'll see if I can fuck your lights out."

She giggled, saying in a raspy seductive voice, "I sure do hope so, my young stud." And then she gasped loudly, as my tongue ran up her slit, saying "Oh Bryan, damn!" I eased a pair of fingers into her tight hole, as my tongue found her clit and started working on it. She muttered out, "Oh damn!" again, and her hips started moving as I licked her sex, while my fingers moved in and out and side to side in her cunt. She was breathing heavily, and looking up over her belly, I saw her luscious tits rising and falling at a fast rate. I was anticipating sucking and balling those tits as soon as I get my hard, throbbing pecker inside her snatch. Her second orgasm came faster than her first,. her girl cream drenching my hand and face, which I eagerly licked up. She was murmuring something, not sure exactly what, as I rose up on my knees and pulled my body up on top of her. My cock slipped into her hole, and she gasped, opened her eyes wide and with her hands reaching up, she pulled my face to hers as we kissed a long passionate kiss. I was already balls deep, my pecker ready to burst, and I groaned, as I felt my load blast out and drench her womb. She trembled, her body having a minor orgasm feeling my cock spray it's cum.

We broke the kiss, and I pushed myself up with my hands, as she paid her arms out off to the side. Oh god did she look delectable, as I felt her cunt tighten up on my shaft, and her hips started to buck again. I smiled, lowering my face to her right breast, and giving the nipple a good suck, as I started pumping her hot body. We fucked hard for a good hour, before I finally pumped my second load inside her writhing, orgasming body. She pushed me off of her, and I fell onto my back to her right side. I watched happily as she crawled over me, and started sucking my spent tool. Her messy cunt was above my face, and I put my hands on her hips and raised my face up to lick her freshly fucked pussy. She giggled as she sucked, before letting out a moan, which felt like it weans invigorating to my cock.

Twenty minutes later, and three of her hard orgasms, and my cock was good and hard, and ready for a third cum. She spun around, and impaled herself on my cock, and gently moved her hips back and forth, grinding my cock, and pressing her clit into my flesh, stimulating it and working herself towards another cum. And the whole time, I played with her hanging, luscious melons, squeezing them, pulling her stiff nipples, and bathing her breasts with kisses. I still hadn’t reached my third orgasm at ten o'clock, when she finally, with a sigh, raised her hips up, and said "Okay, best if we get cleaned up."

I dejectedly asked "Fun's over?"

As she stepped off the bed, she replied, "Well, there's some fun in store in the shower, if you think you can hurry up and blast that third load inside of me."

She squalled with delight as I caught her at the bathroom door, my cock slapping her ass as we went on in and got into the tub to start a rather sexually intense shower. With the warm water spraying our bodies, I had her back up against the wall, her legs wrapped about my torso as I pumped her hard and fast for a good fifteen minutes, before I was finally able to get that third load out of my system. We then helped each other get cleaned up and dried off, before leaving the motel at just before midnight. Not a word was spoken, until we were almost back into town, when she said "Now Bryan, I want to thank you for making me feel young and wanted again."

I chuckled, my sore cock twitching still, wanting another taste. "No problem, Opal. And I'll gladly go on another date with you sometime." I laughed, "Maybe next time we can spend the night."

She giggled,, then a frown, "That would be nice, dear. But probably best if we go our own ways." She reached over, patting my cock through the fabric of my slacks, saying "We don't need to be found out. So best if we keep this our little secret."

I frowned, "Yean, I understand. Plus, I'm returning to college in a few weeks anyway."

She sighed heavily, "Yes, and with the talent you have, I'm sure you'll find a young lady that will enjoy your talents." She laughed, adding with a laugh, "God knows I did tonight."

We finally pulled into Rammers parking lot, on the otherwise of the building from my car, and she leaned over, gave me a kiss, saying "Go on, and get going before someone misses you." I grinned, and gave her a kiss good-bye, and I was off.

The next morning, I woke a happy guy. Yeah, I knew it was to be a one-night stand. But what a night it was! At breakfast, mom asked about where I went, and I said "Oh, saw an old friend, and we sat and talked for hours."

She looked at me, and said suspiciously, "You got home late, it wasn't much past one in the morning."

I shrugged, "Well, we didn't drink, and we ran out of things to talk about."

She sighed, as my dad ate on next to her, oblivious to the whole conversation, as he added "Well too bad about Mr. Ferguson."

I jerked my head up, asking "What about him? I was just over at his house yesterday washing Mrs. Ferguson's windows!"

Mom sighed, and took a sip of her glass of milk, then after swallowing, she said "She found him dead this morning, at about two in the morning when she got home from somewhere. He had hung himself."

I was in shock, as I said "Wow.! That's too bad. He was always nice to me when I played with their son."

Dad goes, "Yeah, too bad.", and he goes on eating, as the conversation stopped, and we finished up with breakfast. My family went to the funeral, and Opal gave us all hugs, and she whispered something into my ear, something about not feeling guilty. I did go over two time to fix things during the remaining two weeks before college, but nothing ever sexual came of it. The last time, she bid me farewell and good luck in my studies and my girl hunting, which I smiled, and thanked her for. With that, I figured it was over, as I headed off to college. Not knowing what was to begin.

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