    Title: Cindy
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Dan goes to his hometown for his mother's funeral, and
    sees a girl he hadn't seen in twenty years. Sparks go off, as a
     new relationship is born.
    Keywords: M/F, rom, humor

It was in the summer of 1995, I was forty-seven years old, and I worked in Chicago in the advertising industry. I still do, five years later, but this story goes back to that year. It had been the end of a rough era. Eighteen months before that, my wife of twenty-three years lost her fight with cancer. Then a few months after that, my grandfather finally died at ninety-seven, and in the summer of 1995, my mother died suddenly.

Her and dad both grew up in Springfield, Illinois, and when I was nine, he was transfered to Detroit, taking their young family with them. They lived there until dad's retirement in 1982, and moved back to Springfield to take care of my moms dad. I was the oldest, and had moved away from home back in 1975, ending up in Chicago. My sister Marcia ended up staying in Detroit, as did one brother, Matt. My youngest brother Paul moved to Cincinnati a few years back. All of them are married, and Marcia actually was married before me.

My late wife was named Sue. She was ten years my senior, and she had a son from a previous marriage, Carl, only ten years younger than I. We married when he was twelve, I adopted him, and now he is married (to Beth) and at the time, his three children were 13(Amy), 10(Ryan) and 6(Jill).

Anyway, my mother died on the tenth of July of a suddden heart atack. I went down immediatly to comfort my seventy-nine year-old father. My siblings and their wives soon arrived as well. After a visit to the funeral home, and arrangements were made, it was decided that Marcia and her family would stay at the house with dad, along with Paul and his wife and four-yearold, while Matt and I would use a local motel. Matt and his wife Jane and daughters April and Clara had the room next to me, and I had one by myself. My daughter-in-law Beth had the next room, with two of my grandchildren. Jill just got over the chicken-pox, and since Carl had to work, he stayed home with her until he could come down for the funeral.

There was a day in between mom's death and the viewing, so we all spent it at dad's, talking and having visitors. It was mainly cousins, as neither mom or dad had any siblings left alive, even though they each had four siblings each. There was a lot of crying, even by me, but we made it through the day. Since mom had tons of freinds, there would be two days of veiwing, and then the burial the day after.

The first night, I talked to hundreds. My cousins, second cousins, third couisns, and countless freinds showed up to pay their respects. The viewing was suppose to end at nine, and about eight-thirty, my cousin Pam, whom I had always been close too, came up to me as I was sitting at a couch in the lounge, as I was trying to catch a breath. With her was a woman that I sort of recognised, but just couldn't place her. She was about Pam's age, forty-nine, and had long brown hair, with streaks of gray. Relatively tall, with ample breasts, that were highlited by the tight blue dress she wore.

"Hello Dan." Said Pam, "I've someone for you to meet, it's been a long time since you've probably seen her." She looked towards the woman with her. I've heard this line all fuckin' night, so whats another one, yet something about her...

I got up and extended my hand towards the stranger, and Pam said "You remember my freind from high school? She visited you guys in Detroit with me a few times."

It hit me, oh yeah, I do remember her, and my smile showed. But what was her name? I said "Yes, I remember the face now, still pretty as ever." It was, only with lots of lines, this girl had obviously lived a hard life. But Pam hasn't spoken about this womans names in years. "But for the life of me, I can't remember your name."

She smiled and shook my hand, saying "I'm Cindy, it's been what? Thirty years?" She smiled, god what a smile.

Pam cut in, "Cindy just moved back to Springfield two months ago. She's been in California since after my wedding."

Oh yes, now I remember. Pam got knocked up her junior year. Got married that summer to Joe, she misscarried, but after about five years, they were still married and started having kids. Three of them. I remember Cindy then, on one of their visits, her and Pam and I got into a impromptu wrestling match, the two of them in their nighties. Got a good view of her crotch, no panties. My first peek at a beaver. I must have been in the eighth grade. Had dreams about that for months. None of my freinds believed me when I told them. "Yes, it's been a long time, you look well. What brought you back to the midwest?"

She sort of looked startled, and Pam jumped in, "She came back home to be near her mother, she's not doing well." I sensed there was more, but I didn't push it.

The three of us sat down on the couch, and talked away, reminiscing about those many years ago. Unfortunatly, viewing was over, and people were filing out. Pam said she had to get her husband and go, and I stood up to go as well. Cindy seemed a bit awkward, and I said "I tell you what, how about a drink, it's been a hell of a day for me."

She smiled, and said "Sure Dan, I would like that."

I asked her, "Did you drive?" She nodded her head yes, "Would you mind driving me? I can let my daughter-in-law drive her and the grandkids back to the motel."

She smiled that beautiful smile, and said "Sure, no problem." Then she asked "Grandkids?"

I smiled, "I guess Pam didn't keep you up to date on things, has she?"

She smiled and shook her head no. I spotted Beth, and waved her over, and introduced her to Cindy, then Cindy to the two grankids. After telling Beth that Cindy and I were going off for a drink, I handed her the keys. She reminded me that I shouldn't drink too much tonight, as there is a breakfast at dad's at 8am. She took the keys and went off. Cindy was shocked at their age, and at Beths. Once Beth and the kids were out of ear shot, she asked "Aren't they a bit old to be your grandkids?"

I laughed, and took her arm and we walked out into the parking lot, telling her my story of my late wife and my adoopted son. She was impressed. We found a neighborhood bar and went in, it was only a few miles from my motel. We talked and drank for about two hours, before I said we had best be going. At the motel, I got out, and was surprised when she did too. We hugged each other in front of the door, as I fumbled with the key to open it. I was thinking, god, this is going a bit fast, ain't it. The door opened and we entered together, arm in arm. I shut the door and locked it,and turned to her, and was met with a very hot pair of lips on my mouth. I responded by wrapping my arms around her, and started kissing her back, on the lips, cheeks and neck. Her hands were undoing my tie, as I reached around and pulled the zipper of her dress down. I pushed the dress off her shoulders as she was working on my buttons of my shirt, as we continued kissing each other all over.

It didn't take long for us to be nude from the waist up, as I literely tore her bra off, as I couldn't get the fuckin' clasp undone. Hey, it had been awhile since I had to do that. She giggled when she heard the fabric of her bra rip. I pushed her dress down to her feet, as I got onto my knees. My face a few inches from her panty covered cunt. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see a wet spot forming in the front of them, as I helped her step out of her dress. What the heck, I grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down to her feet, as I stared at her well trimmed bush. I nuzzled my face into her crotch, inhaling the sweet aroma of her necter.

My cock was straining to get out, but my tongue was too busy flicking around her clit, exploring her inner folds. She was moaning, as her hands were holding my head as my tongue worked. My hands were on her well rounded ass, pulling her cunt into my exploring tongue. She parted her legs and swung her left leg up and on top of my right shoulder, giving me better access. She was moaning rather loud, as I could tell by her bucking hips she was about to explode.

And explode she did, as she cried out loudly "OH FUCKIN' GOD, DAN...OHHHHHH...YEEEEESSSSSSSS EAT MY CUNT....GOD DAAAMMMMNNN...." Yep, I guess I remember how to do that. She was stll encouraging me on, well after her first orgasm hit, and her second one kicked in. My face was getting glazed pretty good by her love juices. I pushed her towards the bed, and she fell backwards, her body falling back. I stood up and removed my pants, as she watched. She was licking her lips when I released my raging hard on from it's confines, looked up at me smiling, and said "Come on and fuck me, big boy."

Oh god, I was in heaven, the girl that first flashed me so many years ago, and now I was about to screw her silly, or at least die trying. I was on top of her, my cock finding her vagina, and I entered her easily, sliding in all the way to my balls. I brought my knees up and raised my body on my elbows, as I started a slow long fuck of her hot feeling cunt. She raised her arms above her head and braced her palms against the headboard, as I started to pickup the pace.

I could feel her cunt tighten around my shaft, as she was massaging my cock with her inner muscles. She was monaing, and I lowered my head down and sucked in a nipple. Her body trembled, as she again yelled out that she was coming. I could feel the come starting to rise from my balls, and as it rushed up my shaft, I groaned and grunted loudly, as I painted her pussy walls with my load,sending her into another orgasm.

She hollered out again "OHHHHH YESSSSS....FUUUUKKKINNNN YEEEEESSSS."

God she's vocal, hope my grandkids don't wake up. I rolled over, taking her with me, her cunt still impaled on my cock. She sat up, her hands on my hips, as she slowley rocked her hips, moaning about how good it feels to have a hard cock in her pussy. I smiled and reached up, grabbed her full, heavy breasts and started to massage them. I couldn't believe I was still hard, and she was taking complete advantage of it, as she started rising and falling on my stiff cock. I watched in amazement,as her cunt slid up and down on my rod.

She was starting to talk loudly again, and I started thusting up into her twat. It didn't take long for me to feel her cunt clamp down on my tool, as she came loudly again. Shit, I'm sure I'll hear about this from Beth in the morning, not to mention my brother Matt, and his prissy little wife. I was exhausted, but my cock was still fucking hard. She climbed off, and I told her to get on all fours.

Once she was there, I got up behind her upturned ass, and entered her easily. My cock was squeezing out the spent juices out of her hole, as I started pumping with abandon. She was yelling, telling me to fuck her cunt harder. I went berserk, as I was pounding her cunt so hard and fast the bed was moving, the bedsprings were making a hell of a racket.

After about twenty minutes of hard fucking, I felt my balls tighten, and I shoved one last time, burying my cock deep as I pumped my final load into her, sending her wailing into another orgasm. We collapsed after that, both on our sides, and her up against my chest, as we snuggled and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up suddenly, something loud was happening. It took me a second to realise someone was at the door.I jumped up, Cindy still sleeping but stirring, as I ran to the door, a pillow over my naked crotch. The person on the other side was knocking again, I hollered, "Who the hell is it?"

A familiar laugh, "It's me, Matt,you ready to go?"

Go? Go where? I looked at the clock by the bed, oh shit, it's seven-forty-five. I opened the door, surley very red from blushing. There was Matt, with a big fuckin grin on his face. "Hey big boy, I take it you ain't ready yet."

He was trying to look over my shoulder towards Cindy, who muttered something about wanting to know who it was. I looked at my younger brother and said "Look, um, I'm running a bit late, I'm going to need a shower."

He made a face, and said "You sure do!"

I flipped him off, and said "Take Beth and I'll drive over when I'm ready."

He smiled and said okay, and I closed the door, Cindy was laying there, her nude body wrapped in the sheet, looking at me, smiling. I smiled,and said "Um, looks like we over slept."

She blushed, "Yeah, I guess we sort of did, didn't we?"

I climbed back into bed, and under the sheet with her, kissing her and saying, "Well, I'm late anyway." I reached for a tit, and squeezed it.

She smiled, saying, "Come on Dan, this is a serious time, with your mom's funeral."

She pushed my hand away and swung out of bed, "There will be time later for more of last night."

Ah,words to my ears, more pussy. She headed to the bathroom, and I followed. A knock at the door, shit, now what. I answered it to find it was Beth, she had a scowl on her face, as she handed me my car keys. I smiled, and closed the door, yeah, these would help. I raced back to the bathroom,and we showered together. She did give me a blowjob while standing in the shower, which I was very appreciated of.

We dried, got dressed, me in another suit. As we left the room, she asked "Um, when would be a good time to come back?"

I smiled, "Well, better not tonight, are you coming to the funeral?"

"I can." she replied.

I smiled, oh yeah, I'm definitly lucky. "Okay, I'll see you there." We kissed, and got into our own cars, and drove off. It was a ten minute drive to my dad's. I got there at quarter to nine. Shit, only forty-five minutes late. I usaully pride myself on being on time. But then,I'm usually not getting my brains screwed out.

I entered the house and went to the dining room. All conversation stopped as I entered. All eyes were on me, and I had a hell of a time to keep from cracking a smile as I took an empty seat between Beth and my grandson, Ryan. I said "God I'm hungry, sorry I'm late, guys."

I started in by taking a helping of scrambled eggs. Then some sausage, no one was saying a word. Funny, the guys were all smiling, including my dad, while the women were all wearing frowns, including Beth. I heard Ryan sniffle, and as I ate a bite, I asked "Whats wrong honey, you got the sniffles?"

Paul quiped "Probaby from lack of sleep." This was followed by a few snickers from dad and Matt, as well as from Marcia's oldest two sons, both in their early twenties.

I asked him, "Did you get in trouble?"

He looked around me to his mother, and nodded his head yes. I asked "What did you do?"

A few more snickers, and Beth said "He started talking about things he shouldn't have at the breakfast table." I noticed Amy, my granddaughter, fidgiting, and snickering as well.

I looked at him, and asked "Well, what did you say?"

Without batting an eyelash, he said "I only said that that lady that was in your room last night talks in her sleep just like mommy."

I about died, and so had my two brothers and brother-in-laws. Beth had her face in her hands. Then he said "And I wanted to jump up and down on my bed like you guys were, but mommy wouldn't let me. She said you two were playing games."

I was turning about a dozen shades of red, Amy was laughing hard at the last comment, and so was about everyone else,except for Marcia, Matts wife Jackie, and Beth, who was dying of embarrasement. Obviously, my son hasn't told Ryan the facts of life yet.

I inhaled a deep breath, trying not to start laughing, Ryan, poor Ryan, wasn't sure if he should be laughing or crying. I hugged him, and told him "It's okay, honey, everything is allright." I smiled and went back to eating my breakfast, as everyone went back to trying to keep a straight face.

Well, to say the rest of the day went without incident would be a mistake. It didn't take long for my sister and sister-in-laws to make a big deal about it. Dad got pissed, and had to take Marcia aside, telling her to mind her own business.This pissed her off, and she wouldn't come near me the rest of the day. Of course, all my cousins heard about it, thanks to Matt. And Pam came up to me smiling, whispering in my ear as she hugged me, "I hear you had a good night last night."

I chuckled, and said "That I did, a very good night." We talked for awhile, and she told me more about Cindy. She's divorced, has four daughters, from the age of twenty-eight to seventeen. Her daughters, and a grandchild, live in California. She is now retired from the state government of California. Is not sure if she'll return to LA.

I thanked her for the info, and the rest of the day, I greeted people in the reception line, and got quite a few smiles. I'm going to kill Matt, I thought. After the evening viewing, Matt, Paul and I went out for a beer, and we talked. The first thing they asked was how good was she. I laughed and told them great, but of course, I hadn't had any in awhile.

We laughed, joked and talked until three in the morning. We dropped Paul off at the house, and Matt and I returned to the motel. At my door, I found a note from Cindy, telling me she'll meet me here at seven. Only three and a half hours of sleep. I did remember to set the alarm this time, though.

I got up with the alarm, and after showering, and getting dressed, I turned on the tube, catching the morning news, I needed to know how the Cubbies did. Cindy arrived on time, and when I let her in, we embraced and kissed passionatly. She smiled, saying "No time for fun now, there will be later, I hope." I kissed her, and we sat on the bed, doing a bit of necking, just like a couple of horny teens.

My son Carl arrived at nine, he left Jill with Beths sister, so he could come to the funeral. I could tell by the smile that Beth must have filled in all the gory details. As we exited the room, getting into his van with Beth and the two kids, I smiled, saying hi, and introducing Cindy to all. I had neglected to tell her about breakfast, but Ryan made to point it out, asking "Were you guys jumping on the bed again?"

She blushed, and his mother tried reaching to swat him, but I saved him. "No Ryan, we didn't." Carl was shaking his head, smiling and trying not to laugh. The funeral went okay, and afterwards at the dinner, I introduced Cindy to dad.

Of course, his line was "Oh yes, we heard a lot about you at breakfast yesterday."

She looked at me funny, and I whispered "Tell you later."

After the dinner, I told Carl that I would be staying a few more days, getting things in order. He looked over at Cindy, who was busy talking to Pam, and said "Yeah, sure Dad, I'm sure you have lots of things to take care of."

I smiled, and said "Yeah, that too." We both laughed, and he got Beth and the kids rounded up for the three hour ride home. I hugged my grandkids, and told them to behave, Amy responded by suggesting to me that I do the same. She got a playful smack on her ass for that. Her mother was frowning, but Carl was smiling.

Once they were gone, I had to take dad over to get some things signed. I asked Cindy if she would mind meeting me back at the motel, giving her the room key, telling her I would be there by six. Marcia went with me and dad, and we talked about everything but Cindy, good thing too, I didn't know what I would have said.

That didn't take long, and after talking to the funeral home director, we went to the lawyer, got some more papers signed, and went back to dads. Since I left my car there, (Cindy drove to the funeral, and then to the motel,) I drove back to the motel. I got out and went to the door and knocked. I heard Cindy come to the door and open it, after asking who it was.

Entering,I was pleasently surprised to see her wearing nothing but a smile. She closed the door behind us, and I took her in my arms, kissing her passionatly. Her hot breasts I could feel through my suit, as I reached down and massaged her twat. She was already wet, and wanting some action. And so was I.

She helped me undress and soon we were in the sack, pretending to be like a pair of horny teenagers. She wrapped her mouth around my tool, as she lowered her slick cunt to my face. I went to licking away, making her moan as she sucked on my rod. I was in heaven again, as we sucked each other to a resounding mutual orgasm. She collapsed, still nursing on my pecker, as I kept gently licking her quim, her hips gently bucking on my glazed face. She raised her mouth off my tool, which was still hard, and announced, "God, I need a fuck."

I laughed, as she kept facing my feet, and crawled her ass down, raising her sopping cunt over my cock. She grabbed the shaft, and guided it home, with my hands on her hips, she lowered down, impaling herself on my cock. It was a sight watching her slick cunt slide down my cock, her juices literly running out of her opening and down my tool.

It ended up being a long, slow ride. She was enjoying it, as she rocked and gyrated her hips, bouncing gently up and down on my love pole. I was feeling great, hadn't fucked like this in years. She had numerous minor orgasms, until after about thirty minutes, I emptied a load into her tight cunt, sending her into a big come. As she came down from her high, she laid back, her back on my chest, my cock slipping from her warm hole. I nibbled on her neck and ear, as I just held her there for over an hour, just content as two people could be.

Hunger for real food eventually got too us, as we finally got up and showered, with me taking her to one of the finer restaraunts in Springfield. We had a very fine meal, and some very fine wine. It obviously made her feel even "warmer" towards me, as we were necking as we were leaving, her mouth and hands all over me.

Thankfully, it's a short ride back to the motel, where we literely attacked each other once behind closed doors. To say the sex was great that night would be an understatement. I don't know how many times I got her off with my tongue, fingers and prick, but I do know I filled her cunt to overflowing, as I must have came at least six times before exhaustion got both of us at around three in the morning. We tried every position that's probably known, and I think she even made up a few along the way. We did it in the bed, the edge of the bed, on the floor, in the chair by the table, on the table, and under it, the sink, which was convenient, and even on the toilet when I had to go pee...long story there, guess you should have been there.

We woke the next day at noon, and we showered, went and had lunch, and then checked up on each others families. Hers went okay, mine I found problems with some cousins, seems they want dad out of their grandfathers house. But it also seems that grandpa wrote in his will that if dad managed to outlive mom, he could stay in it as long as he wanted. The arrival of a sherrifs deputy to remove Pam's older sister off the property helped solve the problem, however temporary that may be.

Once things settled down, Marcia asked how Cindy was, I guess my smile gave me away.She laughed, glad she was on my side now, not knowing what changed her attitude. We talked about it for awhile, wanting to know if I was going to get serious with her. Hell, I didn't know, I was just enjoying the sex.

I said good-bye, as she was leaving that evening for Detroit. Matt decided to stay another week, since he could, he owned his own company. Him and dad always got along best, anyway. I decided I would be leaving tomorrow afternoon, now to tell Cindy.

I got back to the motel before her, and I went in and took a shower. Getting out of the tub, I heard her come in. I didn't bother getting dressed, and when I came out, she was in the midst of taking her pants off, already her top and bra was gone. I smiled at her, as she looked up at me, smiling back. We jumped back into bed, taking up where we left off the night before. After about forty minutes and a good mutual come, we were temporarily saited, as we cuddled up against each other, me on my back, her on her side, with her head on my chest, her nice tits smashed up against my side, my arm around her resting on her well-rounded ass.

This was when I said "I'm going home tomorrow."

She didn't say anything, as I squeezed her butt. She was very still. Oh shit, wonder whats in her mind. Well, might as well ask, and I did, "What you thinking,lover?"

She looked up at me, and kissed me on the chin, "I don't know, really." Her hand fell to my cock, grabbing it gently, giving it a good squeeze, she smiled and said "I would really miss this if I got too use to it."

I smiled back, "Well, I'm only three hours up the road, you know."

She kissed me, and said "Is that an invite to come up and visit?"

I rolled my eyes back, and said it "Actually, it's an invite for you to come on up and live."

She smiled, and a tear formed in her eye. She answered me by swinging her leg over my body and taking my hard cock into her warm wonderful cunt. That was five years ago, we were soon married after that night, running off to Vegas and getting hitched on a long weekend. We still fuck like rabbits, and still enjoy each others company.

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