Mama mia! It's Ria!
Another True One

If you've read any of the Angie series, you already know about
Angie. She lived with her divorced mom until she was 35 when I got
her to move into her own place. And even then, she hung around her
mom's house a lot of the time. That's how I got to be a regular
around there -- her brothers had both moved away, and all those
little things that need fixing around the house just kind of became
my responsibility.

Not that I minded: Angie's mom -- Ria -- is one of the great
Neapolitan cooks of this century. I always felt like I came out
ahead on the deal. Replace a washer, get fed. Plant a shrub, get
fed. Luckily, I have the metabolism of a rabbit -- otherwise, I'd
have gained 200 pounds. It was almost like being adopted, and I
suppose that made fucking Angie all the more kinky. What's the line
from "A Fish Called Wanda?" Even if you weren't my brother, I'd
still want to fuck you.

Angie and I carried on this on-again, off-again kind of sex thing
for the better part of two years. I never really gave much thought
to what Ria thought of our relationship. I mean, it had to have
been obvious that I was schtupping her daughter with no visible
honorable intentions. She just never said anything and, as far as I
know, she never nagged Angie about it, either. I've known enough
Italian mothers who would have either pushed their daughters into
marriage or had my legs broken to know that this was pretty
unusual.

I guess I just took all this for granted until one day about a year
and a half after I popped Angie's cherry. We'd been getting together
on the average about once every week and a half or so for a good
fuck which, depending on our moods and who else was available,
ranged from plain vanilla to pretty kinky three- and foursomes.
Anyway, one Thursday or Friday I got a call from Ria, who said that
she needed some work done on a light in the kitchen. I told her I
could be over Saturday morning, and I hung up.

That Saturday was rainy and cold. Ria answered the door almost as
soon as I rang the bell. She was wearing this flimsy house coat
kind of thing that showed her nipples plainly as they puckered with
the cold that rushed in the open door. Now I have to tell you about
Ria. I've always had a thing for older women, and for big women,
and Ria was both. She was about 60, but always dressed younger
(perhaps younger than she should sometimes). She had been divorced
for the better part of two decades -- her husband having run off
with some young thing back in the late sixties when Angie was still
a kid. Anyway, Ria was short and pear-shaped, with (mostly) salt
and pepper hair and an classic olive complexion. She had very large
breasts, which hung nearly to her waist and had that kind of soft,
crepey look to them where they met at her cleavage. She had plump
calves and a big, round rump which swung sexily as she led me into
the kitchen to show me the light that wasn't working. I could smell
her soft perfume wafting away behind her as she walked, leaving a
scented wake that stirred my cock just a little more.

Ria often lamented that men just didn't seem to find her
attractive. This slight desperation might have accounted for some
of the rather revealing things she sometimes wore. Some of her
friends had fixed her up with eligible "age-appropriate" men, but
they usually didn't call back. But I never gave it much thought.

I had never really gotten any sexual vibes from her. Until today.
So maybe it was because of my aforementioned predilections. Maybe
it was because of some of the things her daughter had told me (like
the big vibrator Ria kept in her closet). I dunno, maybe I was just
horny.

"It's the one over the stove," she said, pointing up to the
offending light, her raised arm lifting the hem of the robe to show
a dimpled knee. "It won't stay on. It'll go on, but then it
flickers and makes this zzzzzz noise and then goes out again."

It sounded like a pretty simple wiring problem, but one that could
burn the place down some day, so I went to turn off the breaker to
have a look. When I came back upstairs, I got a chair and stood up
over the sink so I could get eye-level with whatever the problem
was. The glass dropped out of the frame easily, and then I
unscrewed the reflector from the bracket in the ceiling. I got my
head up into the opening and saw that the wire was loose in a
couple places, but it was a simple repair.

"Nothing too serious here," I said looking down through the opening
in the ceiling at her. Ria just smiled up at me. From this angle, I
could see more of her cleavage down the front of the house coat. I
think she noticed that my eyes were focused on her boobs because
suddenly her smile got a little bigger.

"I need a bag out of my tool box," I said. "It should have
'buchanan' written on the side of it.

Ria turned and bent to open the tool box, giving me a wonderful
view of her broad, round rump and the back of her thick legs as the
house coat rode up. She rummaged around in the tool box for a
minute and pulled out the bag containing the tool I needed. I was
really enjoying the view, and my dick had begun to harden, raising
a noticeable lump in the front of my jeans. I say noticeable
because Ria's eyes just sort of stopped at my crotch as she handed
up the bag.

I don't believe this is happening, I said to myself as I unzipped
the bag and pulled out the needed pieces. I busied myself with the
wiring, figuring that anything else would take its own course, but
I wasn't betting on anything. A couple caps and a crimp and the job
was done. I sent Ria downstairs to kick the breaker back on so I
could see how my repair looked from up close. She came thumping
back up the stairs a little out of breath and flipped the switch.

"Good as new," I said as the light came on. Ria just stood there
grinning -- and blushing a little, I think. It was obvious that she
was staring at my crotch now, my partially hard dick making a
noticeable lump in the front of my jeans. I was starting to think
that if she was this obvious about her interest in me (well,
certain parts of me), that I might explore this little scenario a
bit further.

"Well, is there anything else that needs taken care of?" I asked as
I hopped down off the chair and dropped the tools into the box. Ria
and I made this simultaneous lunge for each other which ended up in
an awkward embrace, my hands running up and down her soft, fleshy
back, stopping at her fantastic rump to give both her cheeks a good
squeeze.

"Mmm," she moaned, nuzzling into my chest. Then she looked up into
my face. I got the feeling that she didn't know what to do next. I
was, after all, her daughter's friend -- and she probably suspected
more. But Ria only seemed to consider this for an instant. The next
thing I knew, her lips were hard up against mine, moving slightly,
and her hands were busy with my ass cheeks. I returned her feverish
kiss, moving my lips apart and gently licking hers. She greedily
parted her lips and sucked the tip of my tongue into her mouth. She
had begun rubbing her body awkwardly up against me, and I could
feel her fat boobs with their hard little nips poking at me through
her flimsy robe. I took her face in my hands and began kissing her
hard, tongue and lips working her into a tizzy. Her breath was
coming hard through her nostrils and her hands were working their
way around to the front of my pants.

I found the lace to her house coat with my right hand and untied it
with one pull, the robe gapping down to her waist, exposing more of
that wrinkled cleavage. I reached in and felt the heat of her big,
soft dugs. Her nipples were drawn tight, and sweat was beginning to
condense underneath where those big floppers lay against her belly.

As soon as my hands had found her tits, a moan made its way to
Ria's lips from somewhere deep inside her. Her tongue reciprocated
my thrusts and her hands fumbled at the front of my jeans where my
by-now hard dick was straining to get out.

"Ooh," she moaned as her hands grasped the thickness of my shaft
through my pants. "It feels so bi-i-...!"

I smothered the rest of that thought with my mouth, kissing her
passionately. My hands explored her tits and her slightly hanging
belly as her hands grabbed at my still-covered dick.

"Let's go sit down so we can get to know each other a little
better," I suggested as I removed my hands from inside her robe and
led her into the next room. We sat down on the couch and
immediately resumed our heated grope. Ria laid back on a couple
pillows and opened her robe to the waist, exposing her big tits and
belly and pulling me on top of her.

How can I describe Ria's boobs? They were big, but not nearly as
heavy as you would expect for mams of such size. It was more like
they were stuffed with wet goose down, like a comforter. The skin
on them was soft and slightly wrinkled, like on a balloon that's
lost some of its air. They were the softest, most squishable tits I
have ever held. Her brown areolae weren't especially broad,
considering the size of her breasts, but her nipples were long and
thick, protruding nearly an inch straight out, just begging to be
sucked -- which is what I did next.

A little electric jolt went through Ria's body as I suctioned one
of her nipples into my mouth. I could tell she was getting
increasingly hot as I sucked and kneaded those tremendous teats.
She was breathing heavily through her mouth, making all kinds of
little "ooh" and "oh my" and "ungh" noises as I licked and sucked.
Sweat was forming under her boobs and on her belly, rolling in
little rivulets down her sides and moistening her robe in the folds
of flesh at her waist.

My dick was throbbing in my pants, and I started wondering just how
far this was going to go. I decided that there was no time like the
present to find out, so I sat back and began undoing my jeans. Ria
got this kind of embarrassed smile on her face as I undid my pants
and pulled them down, my dong emerging all hard, purple and
drooling.

"Oh, my... my... my God!" Ria gasped, sitting up slightly to get a
better look as I kicked my shoes off and skinned my pants down and
off.

"Like what you see?" I asked wickedly, taking my shirt off and
watching her face for any signs of doubt. The last thing I wanted
was to make it look like I was forcing her to do anything. Of
course, if she went along with everything, that would be okay with
me!

"Oh yes, I like what I see VERY MUCH!" Ria gushed, leaning forward
to grasp my nine and a half inches with her right hand. She ran her
hand up and down its length a couple times, squeezing it and
feeling its weight.

"It's so much bigger than my hus...," she caught herself, covering
her mouth with her free hand and blushing immediately at having
shared such information.

"We aim to please," I said with a wink. "Now, what would you like
me to do with this big piece of meat?"

Ria just giggled, like she knew, but was too coy to say. Her hand,
however, hadn't moved.

"Does that mean that I get to pick?" I asked.

"S-s-sure," she grinned, shifting her hips around on the couch like
she wanted me to get between her legs.

Instead, I stood up and moved around so my dick was bobbing just
inches from her face, her hand still around the shaft. She
instantly got the message, and suddenly her demeanor changed. She
went from all giggles and come-fuck-me-I'm-a-bitch-in-heat to tears
in seconds.

"My husband, my ex-husband, I mean, he made me... he made me... he
made me put it in my mouth!" she sobbed, tears rolling down her
cheeks.

Guess this rules out a blow job, I thought to myself.

Thinking fast, I said, "No, no, no, -- I just wanted to get up here
so you could stroke it and see what it looks like. You don't have
to do anything you don't want to. I just love it when a woman
strokes my cock before I put it inside her."

Ria sniffed once or twice and wiped her eyes with the back of a
hand. Regaining her composure, she started giving me a jerky hand
job. My fat knob drooled thick strands of precum that landed on her
tits and cleavage. Soon, she was stroking me fast, apparently
really starting to get into it. I reached down with my left hand,
and began stroking her thighs, raising the hem of her robe with
each stroke until I could see her dark mound and puffy cunt lips.
My fingers stroked her protruding labia and she started going nuts
with my cock, pumping it faster and moaning louder. As soon as I
found her clit hiding away deep in the folds of her crotch, she
came, squeezing my dick and hissing her pleasure through clenched
teeth, her back arched up off the couch.

I was getting close myself, so I straddled her midsection and
placed my throbbing member in the broad cleavage between her tits.
As I started to rub the head in the broad valley formed between her
flattened boobs, Ria pushed her big, soft tits up with both hands,
covering my dick, rather obviously inviting a tit fuck.

The old girl must have had some fun in her day, despite her
aversion to blow jobs, I thought as I slid my rod between those
heavenly soft mounds. She looked down and smiled as the head of my
cock appeared and disappeared between her large, enveloping boobs.
The big red head was oozing plenty of juice, and soon her whole
chest was slicked up. I felt a slight tug in my balls, and my
orgasm was on me before I knew it -- a big load of jizz shooting
all over Ria's neck. She tried to shield her face from the gobs of
goo, but I hit her with a couple more big splats -- one on her
right cheek, the other on her chin.

"Wow," she giggled, wiping her face with the back of a hand. "That
was a lot!"

"Yeah," I said, still slightly woozy from my orgasm. "Guess you
just excite me a lot.

"Now," I said, shimmying down to get between her legs, "it's your
turn to get excited."

Ria shifted up on the couch and spread those plump thighs. Her
nether lips were large and protruding. The hair on her head may
have been shot through dignifyingly with white, but there wasn't a
gray hair to be found on her cunt. I pushed her legs farther apart,
spreading her slit and revealing the glistening inner lips and a
fat little clit that poked out from under its hood above the large,
dark opening, just begging for my oral worship. I think Ria was
ready to get fucked, because she jumped with surprise as my mouth
fastened onto her twat and I began to eat her out hungrily. I could
tell she was a little surprised and squeamish about me putting my
face in her crotch at first, but she soon got over it, squealing
and bucking her hips up to meet the teasing flick of my long,
talented tongue.

She was flowing buckets down there, her fragrant juices smearing my
face, my fingers and her thighs as I licked and finger-fucked her
toward another big orgasm. Ria's hole is as loose as her daughter's
is tight -- I could get almost my whole fist inside that cavernous
cunt. It swallowed four fingers easily and, if I formed a sort of
wedge shape with my hand, I could get four fingers and a thumb in
her -- at least all the way to the second knuckle on the thumb. Ria
really squirmed as I pumped my hand in and out of her, all the
while licking and sucking on her erect clit. Her face and chest
were beet red, and she kept moaning and squealing her delight. I
reached up with my free hand and began massaging one of those big
soft teats, flicking the nipple with my thumb. A couple minutes of
this, and I felt her snatch tighten around my hand and her legs
stiffen. She blew hard through her pursed lips and howled loudly,
her butt coming up off the couch and slamming back down again,
sending ripples through her beefy midsection and thighs. I licked
for as long as she could take it, but it wasn't long before she was
begging me to stop it, gently caressing my head and trying to pull
me up on top of her.

"Come up here, darling," she gasped between shudders. "I want to
kiss you."

I gave in to her pleas and moved up so that I was laying on top of
her thick torso, the tip of my pulsing cock poised at her outer
lips. My lips met hers in a flurry of fast, hard kissing, our lips
and tongues working in and out and around each other. She grasped
one of my ass cheeks in each hand and tried to pull me into her as
we kissed, but I pulled back just a little and, propping myself up
on my elbows, looked into her eyes.

"You liked that, didn't you?" I smiled.

"Oh yes," Ria gushed. "I haven't..., I mean he never..., I mean...
that was wonderful!" she crowed, grabbing me into a tight bear hug
and slobbering kisses all over my face. We kissed for a while -- I
wanted to see how hot I could get her just by kissing before I put
my dick into her -- and she kept whispering in my ear about how
wonderful she felt, how she felt attractive and alive again. I
couldn't tell if she was also getting off on the fact that my mouth
(indeed my whole face) must have tasted of her own cunt, but she
surely enjoyed her kissing and licking. My hands were busy with her
boobs, squeezing and stroking, and her hands were busy massaging my
ass cheeks.

Her kisses were getting more feverish, her tongue working overtime
in my mouth and on my lips, cheeks and chin. Her breathing was
getting heavier again, and I figured it would be a good time to
give the old girl a little of what she craved. I sat back on my
knees between her legs, my throbbing cock sticking straight up at
the ceiling. I watched her eyes as they fastened on my dick,
growing wider in anticipation of her next pleasuring. I took hold
of her ankles and lifted her into a neat vee, completely open and
ready for invasion. I positioned my meat at the entrance to her
tunnel and slid in in one smooth motion. Her hungry twat took every
inch of my prong, and she let out a gasp and then a whimper as the
tip of my cock collided with her cervix. I began a smooth in-out
movement that used nearly the entire length of my member.

Soon, we were in a hot rhythm, my dick slamming into her with a
steady beat, her moans and cries urging me on, inviting me to
plunge into her harder, faster. I fucked her faster and faster, my
balls slapping the rolls of fat where here thighs met her ass, my
dick sliding easily in and out of that yawning chasm. Now her legs
were wrapped around me, locked at the ankles behind my ass, urging
me into her with each stroke. Her belly rolled and heaved in time
to our motion, her big tits slapping back and forth against her
stomach and her shoulders. I reached down and grabbed one of those
fat mams and offered it up to her to suck.

Ria seemed unsure for a second, but all it took was a commanding
"Suck it," from me, and she popped that dark nip into her mouth and
found a whole new way of pleasuring herself. She was off and
running as I banged away at her cunt and she sucked and licked at
her stiff little nipple like a baby. Her moans got louder and more
insistent, and she began bucking her hips up to meet my strokes.
Suddenly, she dropped her tit and grabbed the couch cushion with
both hands, screaming her pleasure through her clenched teeth as
she writhed in orgasm for a third time. But this time, there was no
begging me to stop -- now Ria was getting greedy. I sped up my
thrusting as she came and maintained a sprinter's pace through her
gigantic come. My cock pistoned in and out of her spasming snatch,
stoking her orgasm as she tossed and mooed.

My own orgasm was building, but still felt a long way off. I pulled
out of her suddenly, a move that was met with a puzzled look from
my sluttish partner. I motioned that I wanted her to get up on her
hands and knees for a little doggy-style fun (my favorite
position). At first, I don't think Ria caught on, but then her eyes
got big and she gave me a worried look. I managed to get her up and
into position, but she was still looking back at me with this
pained kind of look on her face.

"What's the matter?" I asked gently, all the while stroking her
clit with a couple fingers, trying to keep her in the mood. I
wanted to maximize her pleasure here, and if she got upset, that
could ruin the whole deal.

"Please," she stammered, her fat ass thrust into the air and her
big boobs swaying under her. "Please..., not... in... my... my...
behind," she whispered.

"Oh no-o-o," I reassured her. "I just want to enter you from
behind. Nothing like THAT!"

And with that, I grabbed a couple handfuls of her ass and thrust my
dick deep into her waiting quim. She let out a heavy hiss of breath
as my cock penetrated her plump folds and made its way deep into
her hanging cunt. It took her a couple strokes, but Ria was soon
back into the groove, moaning and cooing her pleasure as my rod
slammed into her from behind. Our motion made her massive ass and
thighs ripple with each stroke. Her great hanging boobs were
swaying dangerously under her as I banged away at her from behind,
and she reached up to grab them with one hand, but soon was
caressing one and sucking the other.

The combination of watching that big ass ripple with our sex and
hearing this otherwise dignified woman moaning in ecstasy as she
slurped at her own tit was rushing me to my own orgasm. As soon as
I felt myself getting close, I pulled out and helped Ria turn over
quickly onto her back. I knelt between her thighs and jerked a huge
load of spunk all over her quivering belly and tits.

"Ooh," she cooed, rubbing the globs of sperm around on her flabby
stomach, "it's so much!"

"There's a lot more where that came from," I said with a wink and
holding my cock out in her direction. "I think we're going to have
an interesting evening together, you and I."

And indeed we did have a very interesting evening. After a quick
dinner, we sat down again in the family room with a big bottle of
wine. As I held Ria tenderly in my arms in front of a roaring fire,
she told me the story of her marriage. She told me how her husband
had cruelly forced himself on her from the night they were married,
ignoring the fact that Ria really did love fucking, but demanding
that she perform oral and anal sex -- two things she could never
bring herself to do willingly. She tearfully told of him even
raping her ass when she refused. She told of how he had eventually
run off with a younger woman, leaving Ria to raise her kids by
herself. She bemoaned her lack of sex over the years, and
attributed much of her misery to her "losing her figure" after the
children were born. I gently reassured her that she had a great
figure and that some men really appreciate a woman with a larger
body -- especially one who, as she put it, "is past her prime." She
seemed surprised at this, but I assured her that it was true.

"I mean, look at us," I said, taking one of those mammoth breasts
in both hands like a big sack of flour. "Would I have had this kind
of an afternoon with you if I found you repulsive? I think not!"

Ria just cuddled up to me and took my cock in hand, stroking it
gently back to erection. We must have fucked four or five more
times that night in several rooms of the house. In the morning, I
dressed and left, but not before getting it on with her one more
time in the kitchen, her bent over the sink as I plowed into her
from behind -- a position she was quickly "coming" to favor.

I've had plenty of fun over at Ria's house since that night, some
of which I may recount here.
