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 Cold Nights III

   This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely co-incidance.

   We got dressed and ate.  Neither of us felt much like doing anything
special for supper, as we were somewhat tired from or exertions.  We found
some leftovers in the fridge warmed them up, and had them.  We watched a
couple of TV shows and we snuggled together as we did.  We went to bed
after that.  I undressed in front of her as there was no longer any need
for modesty.  As I reached for my pajamas, she asked, "What do you need
those for?" "Huh?" "This is the best part.  Going to bed naked and
snuggling our bodies together.  There is no more sensuous feeling than
holding the one you love skin to skin." I climbed into the bed and she
climbed into the opposite side.  We snuggled together my front to her back.
She took my arm; pulled it around her placing it on her breast, and said,
"Go to Sleep.  We have had a long day."

   As the days passed, we became closer.  Instead of a peck on the cheek,
our kisses became more sensual as we would greet each other.  Our embraces
would last a little longer; we would touch or caress each other as we
passed.  When we went to bed, some nights we would make love, and other
times just hold each other.

   The holidays rolled around.  We had a great Christmas and were looking
forward to an annual New Year's dance.  This was something we wanted to do
as it got us out of the house and into the company of others.  The dance
was the local Legion hall and there would be a lot of people of all ages
getting together to celebrate the holiday.  The evening finally came.  I
got out my suit that I would wear to weddings, funerals, and other special
occasions.  Mom found a dress that she hadn't worn in a long time.  It was
a deep blue, with short sleeves and a neckline that showed a hint of
cleavage.  She had stockings on, something that I have seen rarely on her.
I had just finished dressing when she called me.  "How do I look?" "Mom,
you will be the sexiest woman there tonight." "What do you think?" she
asked as she lifted the hem of her dress to show the tops of her stockings
and a little bit of bare thigh.  I saw that she had used a garter belt to
hold them up, instead of the girdle she usually wore for going out.  "I
like.  You will be the hit of the dance" "These are real silk stockings,
not the nylon stuff that everybody wears today.  I love the way they feel
on my legs." "What's happening with you?  You were never this way before."
"I was when I was dating your father.  I used to be so sexy around him. 
Since the accident, I have not felt like much.  You have brought me back to
life." "I am sure that everyone is going to notice.  We better get going.
We don't want to miss all the fun." We got into the old truck and headed
into town.  In the enclosed space of the cab, her perfume was having an
intoxicating influence on me.  I had thought about the previous times we
had made love, and I thought tonight would be really special.  I wanted to
make her happy again.  WE got to the dance, paid our admission, and went in
to the dance floor.  There were quite a few people there and most of them
were neighbors.  Most were married couples, but there were a few singles
there.  Some were my classmates, some were widows or widowers, and there
were a few I didn't know.  I danced with a couple of girls from my school,
but they did not want to do the slow numbers.  I saw a few of the widows
talking to mom, and she told them I was a good dancer.  When I sat down,
mom would point out some of the older ladies and ask if I would dance with
them, as they had no partners.  They might get a thrill of dancing with
such a handsome young man.  "I would rather dance with you." "Later on. 
Right now dance with a couple of them.  I know some of the other gents will
ask me to dance." "OK" "Don't get jealous.  Remember who I am going home
with." A slow number had started.  I got up, walked across the room to Mrs.
Anderson, one of my mother's close friends.  I asked her if she would like
this dance and she graciously accepted.  I led her onto the dance floor and
took her into my arms for a slow waltz.  We danced rather properly for a
few minutes, but she gradually pulled closer to me.  "It has been a long
time since a handsome man has held me close." I pulled her in close to me
with my arm around her back.  She pushed her breasts into my chest and
squeezed my hand.  Her perfume smelled nice, and I started to get a hardon.
I started to pull away, but Mrs.  Anderson held me closer.  She gently
pushed her hips into mine, and I knew she felt me.  I could say nothing,
but I knew I was beet red.  She smiled and then whispered in my ear, "Don't
be embarrassed.  You are making me feel like a little girl.  I might be a
little past my prime, but I am not dead." The dance ended, and I left to go
outside for a few minutes.  It was cold, but I needed some fresh air to
clear my head.  I didn't know what to think.  I had just gotten a hardon
from dancing with a lady that was four times my age.  My head started to
clear, and I could think straight.  I thought back to the high school
dances that I went to.  The girls would be reluctant to slow dance, and
when they did, you could drive a tractor between you and them.  If any of
them wanted to dance close, they were labeled sluts.  I thought back to
Mrs. Anderson, who was widowed after 41 years of marriage, and my mom, who
might as well be widowed for the last couple of years.  I realized that
once a woman who had been in a loving relationship, still hungered for it
even though they had lost their partner.  I went back in and decided to
test my theory.  I went over to Mrs.  Fisher, who had been widowed for
about five years.  "May I have this Dance?" "Why, thank you, young man!" I
took her by the hand and led her out onto the dance floor.  A slow number
had just started.  I put my arm around her back, and pulled her close to
me. She put her arm around my back and pulled me even closer.  Her breasts
were squeezed against my chest and she gently pushed her hips against mine.
The combination of her floral perfume and her body rubbing against mine
gave me another hardon.  I knew she felt it as she looked in my eyes and
smiled.  The dance ended, but we stayed on the floor for two more numbers.
I led her back to her seat.  "Thank you." "No young man, THANK YOU." I went
back over and sat next to mom.  "Having fun out there?" "HUH?" "Both Mrs.
Anderson and Mrs.  Fisher are still smiling.  I think you made them feel
like real women.  Even though nothing may come out of it, manly attention
does wonders for a women's ego.  I know it does mine." All of a sudden, the
lights came up, and the MC announced it was time for the countdown.  We
counted down, and every screamed "Happy New Year" at the top of their
lungs. The band struck up Auld Lang Syne and we sang the words.  After a
couple minutes, the lights dimmed and the MC announced the New Year's
Dance. The husbands and wives paired off, and some of the widows got on the
dance floor with their sons.  Pretty much everyone was paired off on the
dance floor.  "Mom?" "Of course." I took her by the hand and led her out to
the floor and pulled her tight to me.  As the dance floor was packed, no
one noticed that I was pressed tight against my mother's body.  My penis
sprang to attention, and she ground against it.  We stared into each
other's eyes and she smiled at me.  The dance ended, and mom suggested we
head home.  We said our goodbyes, and piled into the truck.  As we left the
parking lot, she snuggled against me.  I couldn't wait to get home, as I
was ready to burst.  After getting home, we stoked up the fire and put
everything away.  After the house got warm again, we kicked our shoes off
and headed into the bedroom.  I took mom in my arms and kissed her deeply.
She responded by thrusting her body against mine and returning the kiss. 
"Help me get undressed." With my arms still around her, I unzipped her
dress, caressing her back as I did it.  She pulled away, sliding my jacket
off.  She undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt while rubbing my chest.  She
dropped her arms, letting the dress fall to the floor.  She pulled me to
her as I unclasped her bra.  As she took her bra off, she reached down and
undid my pants.  She backed up, letting me look at her, standing with only
her garter belt, hose, and panties on.  I finished taking my pants, socks
and briefs off.  I was glad to be out of my underwear as they were damp
from all the precum I had been leaking all night.  She started to unclip
her hose.  "Leave them on.  It makes you look so sexy" "I have to unclip
them to get my panties off.  But I will leave them on for you." She
unclipped her garter snaps, slid her panties down, and refastened her hose.
I reached over and slid her panties down and she stepped out of them.  I
picked them up and noticed that they were as wet as my briefs.  I held them
to my nose and smelled the aroma of her sexual fluids.  The odor was
fantastic and propelled my horniness to new heights.  Now as I had said
earlier, I was not ignorant about sex.  Many of my friends had porn books
that we traded back and forth.  I had read about things like kissing your
lover's feet, legs and inner thighs.  I had read about having your cock
sucked, but I would never be able to express that to my mom.  I also read
about licking the fluids out of women's vagina and sucking their clits.  I
took another deep sniff of her panties to get some more of the delicious
aroma and then put the crotch in my mouth.  I decided it tasted as good as
it smelled.  I thought that this is the night that I will bring my mother
to new heights.  I led her over to the edge of the bed and eased her down.
She sat down and spread her legs for me.  I picked one leg up and brought
it to my face.  I felt the silk on her legs and started kissing her feet. I
put her leg on my shoulder and picked the other one up.  I repeated the
process with her other foot.  "MMMMM-that feels so good." I began to kiss
and caress her legs, working down to her knees.  I loved the feel of her
stockings on my face.  I was looking into her furry mound and saw that her
lips were swollen and parted.  Her inner lips were exposed and moist with
little droplets of her juices.  I was now kissing her inner thighs and she
was purring contentedly.  I kissed her on her outer lips and she tensed. 
"Relax and enjoy." I started to tongue her slit and inner lips, enjoying
her juices.  I found her clit with my lips, sucked it into my mouth, and
ran my tongue over the tip.  "OH MY GOD!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!" She
grabbed my head, pulled it hard to her mound, wrapped her legs tight around
my shoulders, and spasmed.  I could barely breathe.  But the aroma was so
intoxicating that I kept sucking on her clit.  She was leaking copious
amounts of fluid and I was trying to keep up.  She finally relaxed and I
started to lick the juices from her outer lips and thighs.  I kept kissing
and licking over her entire vulva as far down as her anus.  "Where did you
learn that?" "We learn a lot in school that the teachers don't teach us." "
I had heard about things like this from my girlfriends when I was working,
but I thought it was only sluts that did such things." "Mom, I love you and
would like to give you as much pleasure as I can.  You have fulfilled my
fantasies and I would love to reciprocate." "Have you ever done this with
anyone before?" "No, you are the first.  Except for kissing and a few
feels, I have not touched another female." I was still between her thighs
and between sentences I was still kissing her.  I put my tongue out and
began to slowly lick her inner lips.  She spread her legs wide and pulled
them up toward her chest giving me full access to her crotch.  I licked the
entrance to her vagina and her perineum.  "Doesn't that taste nasty?" "No,
it is covered with your juices.  You taste wonderful." Her clit was again
protruding from its hood.  I gently took it between my lips and sucked on
it.  She started breathing faster and I sucked a little harder.  I slipped
two fingers into her vagina and wiggled them around.  I felt her clamp on
my fingers and she started holding my head again.  "Keep that up and I
think I will have another climax." "That's the whole idea." I stuck a third
finger into her and sucked hard on her clit.  I ran my tongue over the head
and gently nipped at it with my teeth.  She tensed for her second orgasm
within a half hour.  It was not intense at the earlier one.  "I have never
done that before." "What's that?" I have never had two climaxes in one
evening." "Some day we will have to find out how many you can have in one
sitting." "Your dad tried to please me, but he didn't know the things you
know.  He thought intercourse was the only way to bring a woman to climax.
Once he was spent, he couldn't keep going.  Sometimes, he just brought me
off with his fingers." "I will never let that happen to you.  If my penis
doesn't work, my fingers and tongue will." "Looks like your penis is ready
to work, you must be about to burst." "I have been hard since I danced with
Mrs.  Anderson.  Mrs.  Fisher made it worse.  I am ready for a little
relief." Let me take care of that.  I love having your penis deep inside of
me." I stood and she rearranged herself to let me mount her.  I climbed on
her and slipped my penis inside of her as she clasped my legs around my
back.  It took a few strokes to take the edge off of my horniness, but once
I got into the rhythm, I knew I could cum.  I bent down and we deep kissed.
I was pressed to my mother's breasts as she clasped me to her with her arms
and legs.  I began to feel that familiar feeling.  My body stiffened, and
my sperm jetted into my mother.  I could feel her vagina tightening around
me, and I know she had another small climax.  "That was fantastic, Mom," "I
could say the same thing, this is the most satisfied I have ever been." I
rolled off of her, and as we lay in the afterglow, I was thinking about new
things we could try.