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 title; Mother or daughter, Lucy or Sue, what to do?

   author; Ace [Storyace]

   story codes; MF MF cons

   other keywords; mother/daughter, older woman/ oriental
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   Mother or daughter, Lucy or Sue, what to do?

   "Don't I know you?"

   I turned around to see a woman standing next to me; a strange, exciting,
exotic woman.  Bright Oriental eyes, thick black hair tied into a braid
that fell down to one side of her face.  An older woman; perhaps in her
late twenties.

   "Isn't your name Bruce?  Didn't we spend the night together once?" She
continued loudly, with an American accent.

   I looked around the platform, to see if anyone else had heard the
woman's quite outrageous question.

   "I'm sure I would have remembered." I stammered nervously, the
excitement growing within me as I realized that a beautiful woman was
flirting with me.

   "Oh, you would have, that's for sure.  My name's Lucy, what's yours?"

   She spoke through an infectious grin, the kind of happy alive smile that
no one dares exhibit in England.

   "Bernhard." I answered, unable to keep my eyes from flicking down her
body and up again.  God, she was incredible!

   Her breasts were generous yet firm, her hips shapely yet somehow
muscular.  She was standing too close for me to see her figure very well,
but it was clearly one worth seeing.

   She was obviously from the "alternative" crowd; she was dressed in a
tight black longsleeved T-shirt, and black tights with a printed
leopardskin pattern.  She had some kind of lacy piece of cloth tied around
her hips as if to try and hide the way the tights clung to her form, but
instead it only made it all more risqué.  She had a pair of sunglasses
perched on the end of her nose that she was looking at me over.  She wore
beads and earrings, bracelets and rings.  Her fingernails were long and
painted blue.

   "Nice to meet you, Bernard.  Are you taking this train?"

   "Ah, yes." I told her, "Up to Oxford."

   "Really?  Me too.  Would you mind giving me a hand with my bag?"

   Her suitcase must have been full of rocks; I struggled up onto the train
with her, and we sat together.  I felt as though I had entered some kind of
vortex; this woman seemed quite overpowering. She had a strong presence, a
strange energy.  Her grin was irresistible, her voice loud and incessant.
Her breasts were rather prominent, as well.

   She was large for an Oriental woman, five foot seven or so.

   I was only 19, heading back to school after spending the weekend with my
parents in London.  It looked as though I was in for an interesting
journey.

   Her eyes flashed and her fingers were in continuous motion as she talked
about nothing.  She asked me about myself, and seemed to pay a lot of
attention as I spoke; but I felt that she wasn't really listening, just
looking.

   The train stopped at an intermediate station, I forget which one.

   "Look, there's a hotel." She said, pointing to it as though it were
Buckingham Palace.

   "Yes." I said.

   "We could get a room." She suggested, fixing me with her habitual
excited grin.

   How could I refuse?





   I had only been with a couple of girls before Lucy, and their memories
seemed to pale into insignificance as I entered the hotel room with this
strange and wonderful American woman.

   "Let's get undressed." She bubbled, stripping her tight T-shirt over her
head.

   Her breasts hung forward and proud as she freed her hair and shook it
across her shoulders, like the mane of some unknown mythical beast.  Her
big brown eyes grabbed me, I could feel her intense excitement through her
stare.  She was a woman knew what she wanted, and knew how to get it.  She
had planned this moment from the instant she saw me on the platform in
London, she'd seated me on the side of the train that would face this
hotel, and chatted me up until we reached it.  She sat on the bed, and
lifted one leg in my direction.

   "Take my boots off, Bernard." She said.

   They were cute little bootlets, and I pulled them off her feet as she
unbuckled her belt.

   "Some people drink, and some people smoke." She said as she peeled her
tights down her legs, "But I'm into this."

   "I see." I said lamely, as I struggled with my own clothes.

   "How old are you, Bernard?"

   "19."

   "Far out." She said.  "A 19 year old college boy.  Oh, and you have a
hardon already; that's so sweet!"

   She was right, it was.  I climbed into bed alongside the exotic
stranger, and we regarded each other for a moment before she reached out
her hand to touch me for the first time.

   A shudder went through me, her hand was so sensuous against my skin. 
She was slightly darker than me, and I watched her long fingernails trace
across my stomach before traveling up to my face.  We looked into each
other's eyes as she stroked my body, and as I slowly began to return to
complement. We kissed.

   I didn't even know this woman; I didn't know her last name, I didn't
know where she came from.  I didn't know her age or her interests.  But I
knew her tongue; I knew her fingers.  And soon, I knew much more.

   Our brief courtship moving right along, we embraced fully, my hard cock
pressed against her belly as her smooth shapely thigh moved up between my
legs, so it stimulated my balls.  Her long fingernails scratched lightly
across my back as her tongue made itself at home in my mouth.

   She released me, and kissed her way down my belly; was she really going
to do it?

   I'd never had a blowjob before.  One girl had kissed it, and briefly
allowed it between her lips, but no one had sucked my cock before.

   Lucy didn't suck my cock, she consumed it.  She worshiped it, she
devoted herself to it.  She somehow maintained her infectious grin as my
white dick disappeared between her lightly glossed lips.  Her bright
laughing eyes never left my face as she stroked my balls.

   She rolled my dick across her face, stroking her cheeks with it.  She
wrapped her thick black hair around it, and tickled me.  She pulled on it
was she sucked my balls.

   "You're pretty quiet." She said, "Is everything alright?"

   "I...  yes.  Everything is great.  Everything is incredible, you're
incredible."

   She laughed, "That's better.  Talk to me, tell me more.  Tell me how you
feel as I do it to you. You have a gorgeous cock, Bernhard; so perfect and
big."

   "I...  oh God, that feels so good!" I said, as she sucked my penis
again. "It makes me feel warm all over, it's incredibly sensuous."

   "Go on." She paused to say.

   "You're so beautiful, your eyes or so big and clear; what you're doing,
what you're doing to me, it feels so incredible."

   "The best you've ever had?" She prompted.

   "Oh yes.  Completely, by far." I said as she slid her lips up and down
my shaft.

   She released my cock for a moment, and smiled at me in utter bliss; like
everyone, Lucy loved to be appreciated.

   The woman played me like a piano, sucking my cock until I was on edge
and then releasing me again. She sucked my nipples and stuck her tongue in
my mouth again, before returning to my dick and taking me back to the edge
of orgasm.

   There was nothing to do but relax and let her do what she was clearly so
good at.  Her hair was all over the place, her hands roamed freely over my
body, her sexuality invaded my being, she was irresistible and unstoppable.
She was magnificent; her radiant energy as she enjoyed herself pleasing me,
her incredible hair falling across me as she kissed and licked me, massaged
and caressed me.

   "Do you want to come in my mouth?" She asked with a smile that left me
little doubt that it was what she wanted.

   "Sure." I said.

   Once more, she sucked me into herself, the perfect warm wet pressure of
her mouth driving waves of pleasure up my body.  She tickled my balls and
bobbed her head up and down, watching me and feeling me as I began to
explode.

   She pulled her mouth almost completely off, and grabbed my penis just
below the tip between her thumb and forefinger.  Holding my balls in her
other hand, she pinched my dick, not allowing me to ejaculate.  For a brief
moment, she opened her mouth wide and released the pressure, allowing a
single long hard spray of ejaculate to shoot into her mouth before pinching
off the flow again. When I was finished, she released me again and caught
the small amount that leaked from my cock in her mouth as well.

   She milked what was left in my shaft, squeezing it into her mouth with
her hand.  She sat up, tilted her head back, and swallowed.  She looked
down at me again, her hair falling around her breasts.

   "You taste fantastic." She said with satisfaction.  "Do me now."

   She sat down with her shoulders propped up on some pillows, and her
lovely legs spread wide.  She put her hand on my face, her fingers curling
around the back of my neck.  She smiled at me again, and guided my face
between her thighs.

   Her hair was dark and curly, her vagina pink and wet.

   It tasted bad for the first few seconds, sour and somehow dark.  But
then I was rewarded with fresh vaginal fluids, and she became sweeter and
sweeter as I strove to please her.

   Lucy simply loved sex; she had enjoyed sucking my cock as much as I'd
enjoyed her doing it.  There was no mistaking her delight with this entire
episode, with every stage of it.  From her first moment of contact with me
until now, she was seriously enjoying every single second.

   As I said, I'd only been with a couple of girls before her.  Lucy was a
Woman with a capital "W", and she taught me what sex could be.  She taught
me how to throw hesitation and doubt to the side and just be thrilled, to
wallow in the beauty of the moment.

   And having my tongue in her pussy didn't make her feel bad, either.  It
wasn't long before she had an orgasm, squeezing my head between her thighs
and kicking me in the back with the heels of her feet.

   "Keep going, Bernhard!" She said huskily, so I continued to lick her
clit as I stroked her body with my fingers.

   Staring into my eyes, she grabbed my head firmly between her hands, and
moved her clit up and down against my mouth, until she came again.

   She hauled me upwards, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me as she took
my stiff cock in her hand. She held against herself, and I pushed it in.

   She was smooth and warm, welcoming and wet.  She was where I wanted to
be, the inside of her body was the rightful home of my penis.  As I began
to screw her, I had an overwhelming feeling that this was what I was made
for, this was the meaning of life.  The euphoric natural reward of my body
informing me that this was very very good.

   She grabbed my ass in her hands and drove her hips upwards, meeting my
strokes.  After some time, she began to growl with the onset of another
orgasm; it was too much for me, she was too much for me.  I felt my balls
begin to contract again, but this time there would be nothing to stop my
flow.

   I was no longer an Oxford man, no longer an Englishman.  Education and
breeding, culture and humanity were stripped away.  There was just my body,
her body, and the fluid flowing from one to the other.  Two grunting
animals who had encountered each other for the first time only a couple of
hours earlier, sharing this primal moment, this strange raw biological
function, this fulfillment of our mutual need to mate.

   Two strangers happily fucking in a hotel room, who saw nothing in each
other except this simple happy physical desire.









   Feeling drained both emotionally and physically, I carried her bag once
more onto the train.  We held hands in silence until Oxford.

   "Would you like to come for dinner one night?" She asked me, displaying
none of the frantic tension she'd had on the first half of our journey.

   "I'd love to." I said, with typical English understatement.

   She gave me an address.  "How about Wednesday?  At eight?"

   "I'll be there." I said.





   Clutching the obligatory bouquet of flowers, I rang the bell at the
address she had given me.  I was excited and apprehensive; who was this
beast of a woman?  What would she do to me this time?

   The door opened, and there she stood; her voluptuous feminine curves
clearly displayed in one of those sexy silk Chinese dresses, the kind that
button up to the neck but end just below the ass. Her hair was down and to
her hips; I felt my cock twitch in my trousers as my eyes took in the
sight.

   "Wow, thanks!" She said, reaching forward for her bouquet; or rather,
for Lucy's bouquet.  Because I suddenly realized she was not Lucy.

   "Come on in, Bernhard." She said, "Dinner is almost ready."

   I followed her inside, feeling very confused.  She looked like the woman
I was here to date, but she wasn't.  She was dressed to kill, and was
clearly expecting me.  Then I saw Lucy setting the table, and I felt
relieved.

   "Oh, hi Bernhard.  I see you met Sue already, isn't she a sweetie?  Sue,
stir the sauce for me, will you?"

   Lucy was dressed simply, in loose bluejeans and a T-shirt.  Her hair was
tied behind her head, and she was wearing no makeup.  She stepped close to
me and spoke urgently but quietly for moment; "I'm sorry Bernhard, I mixed
up the dates.  I thought Sue and her dad wasn't coming until tomorrow."

   We were interrupted by the appearance of a man; large and in his late
'40s, he smiled broadly at me, held out his hand, and introduced himself as
Tom.  I didn't understand how he could be Susan's father, though, since he
was quite Caucasian and Sue was quite Oriental.  I found out later he was
her stepfather.

   Well, my vision of an evening of mad sex was rapidly flowing down the
proverbial drain.  The four of us sat down, as I tried to work out who was
who.

   There was no doubt in my mind that Sue was Lucy's younger sister.  The
resemblance was remarkable, and yet they were completely different.

   She was heavier, with larger breasts and a larger ass.  Not quite fat,
but slightly plump.  She had even more hair than Lucy; the hair really was
amazing.  Utterly black, thick and resplendent, it fanned down her back. 
Her face seemed to lack character somehow, though; it was somehow blank, as
if nothing had ever happened to it yet.  As if no emotion had yet needed
expression there.

   "I'm really happy you could make it this evening, Bernhard." Lucy said,
"I phoned you as soon as I realized Sue would be here today."

   She had never phoned me; I hadn't given her my number, she couldn't
phone me.

   "So what are you studying, Bernhard?" Tom asked.

   I began to talk with him, although I would have rather been speaking to
the women, obviously.

   And then I heard something; Sue said to Lucy "Mom, past the salt
please?"

   Whatever it was we were in the middle of talking about slipped from my
mind, and I stared at the younger woman for moment before regaining my
composure.  Mom?  She was Lucy's DAUGHTER??

   I suddenly realized that Lucy was not in her late twenties.  And that
the warm friendly man I was speaking to was her husband.

   I managed to muddle through the rest of the dinner, while Sue kept
staring at me with big puppy dog eyes.

   "Tom, you'd better get dressed." Lucy said as she began to clear the
plates.  "We'll be late."

   "Late for what?" I asked.

   "It's some kind of social function at the college.  Tom's just starting
work next week, and it's important for him to meet people." Lucy said.  Sue
was staring at me with her mouth hanging slightly open, and I had the
distinct impression she was salivating.

   Quickly grabbing a pile of plates, I followed Lucy into the kitchen.

   "What's going on?" I whispered.

   "I didn't have your number, so I just told them that I'd met a nice boy
and invited him to have dinner with us since Sue doesn't know anyone here."

   "You mean I'm supposed to be her date?"

   We were interrupted again, by Sue this time.  She was carrying some
glasses and a smile.

   "She's 18 years old, and still a virgin." Lucy said, with mock
disapproval; or maybe genuine disapproval, I couldn't tell.

   "MOM!" The younger woman said, with clear exasperation.

   "I'd better go get dressed." Lucy said, and left us alone in the
kitchen. I heard her climbing the stairs to the level above.

   There was an awkward silence as my lover's virgin daughter and I tried
to think of something to say.

   "So how do you know my mom?" She asked, as she began to stack the
dishwasher.  She had to bend over a bit, and I noticed her ass was very
well shaped despite its extra mass.

   "We met on the train from London." I said.

   "She's always trying to fix me up with boyfriends." Sue said, "But
usually I don't like them much."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't know.  Usually they're older.  Like 30 or something."

   She clammed up, seeming to have run out of words.

   There was something I liked about her; a certain calm sweetness,
something innocent and peaceful. Physically, she was beautiful; she wasn't
a small girl, she was as tall and broad as her mother. She had nice hips
and her legs weren't bad.  I found the slant of her eyes appealing; I found
the idea of taking her to bed appealing, too.

   What a strange trip, I thought to myself, a blind date with a Chinese
American girl, virgin daughter of my lover from earlier in the week.  It
wasn't the evening I'd planned at all; but I found that I was enjoying
myself nonetheless, and decided to just go with the flow.

   Sue was more like a clone of Lucy than a daughter.  There was something
bright about her, and there seemed to be just so much of her; big eyes, big
smile, big breasts, and more hair than I'd ever seen on a human being
before.  It seemed to cover the couch we sat on in glossy black
magnificence.

   But she had none of the confidence of her mother; despite her
magnificent appearance, she seemed shy and unsure of herself.  I wondered
if it was the reason her mother thought she needed to find the girl a date,
or if it was because of her mother finding her dates.

   We sat on the sofa and I told her some stories of the local area.  Lucy
and her husband swept past us at some point, he was looking dapper and
handsome in the well cut suit, and Lucy was looking absolutely amazing in a
long red form-hugging dress and four inch heels, her hair arranged behind
her head and flowing across her exposed shoulders.  I caught myself staring
for a moment; the woman was more beautiful than her teenaged daughter.  I
pushed aside a twinge of jealousy.

   "Have a good time, kids." Tom said.

   Lucy just grinned back at us as her husband led her away.

   Sue had these big saucy eyes, and she seemed to eat every word that came
from my mouth whole, barely pausing to chew.

   Now I suppose that everyone dreams of a virgin who's hot to trot; and
there I was, sitting on the sofa with one in an otherwise empty apartment.
I had the feeling that she'd fall on her back at the slightest push, and
even her parents would approve.

   Somehow, it all seemed too contrived; a setup.  I wondered if it was
true what Lucy had told me, that she hadn't planned this.  It seemed
unlikely.

   So we were still talking when Lucy and Tom returned.  They pointedly
left us alone, and went upstairs; I asked Sue if she was free the next
evening, we exchanged phone numbers, and I went home. I hadn't even given
her a Kiss.

   We went to the movie, we had dinner, we talked and flirted.  I took her
home, I kissed her at the door; she invited me in, but I told her needed to
get up early.

   I liked her, I enjoyed dating her.  I was only slightly bothered about
having been intimate with her mother; but perhaps it did influence me to
hesitate a bit longer than I would have otherwise.  Sue was a sure thing,
she was more than ready.  I just had to find somewhere for us to be alone,
and I did after a week or so.

   I got my roommate to go spend the night with his girlfriend.  Sue and I
were alone at last, and as we looked into each other's eyes and held hands,
there was no doubt about what we were both thinking.

   Her body was strong and healthy, her lips eager.  As her hands explored
my body more intimately than she'd been able to before, there was something
exciting about knowing that it was her first time; this experience was
completely new to her.  My penis in her hand, her breast in my mouth.  Our
warm naked bodies entangled in intimacy.

   She even sucked my cock; it was nothing like what her mother had done to
me, but there was something so sweet about it.  She wanted desperately to
be good, to please me.  I ran my fingers through her silky tresses and
grinned at her as I watched my cock disappear between her red glossed lips,
enjoying the accompanying feeling of utter ecstasy.

   I licked her, readying her for penetration.  I slid a condom onto
myself, keeping my eyes on her naked waiting form.  I knelt between her
legs, and put the tip of my latex shod cock against her.

   There was a small escape of air from her as my penis entered her body,
as if to make room for it.  I stroked her little bit, kissed her breasts,
and began to screw her.

   It was strange to me that a girl who looked so much like her mother
could be so different in every other way.  She didn't move, she made no
sound.  She held my hips, and watched me silently.

   After a while, she seemed to come; I wasn't quite sure.  Some time after
that, I came as well.





   To be honest, I was incredibly disappointed.  Somehow, I thought I was
going to unlock this girl, turn her into the kind of sexual creature that
her mother was.  Don't get me wrong, I really liked Sue; I liked hanging
out with her, my friends all liked her too.  We'd gone to concerts, we'd
had a lot of laughs.  But in bed, she wasn't her mother; she was just an
ordinary girl, like the others I'd been with before.

   I don't know why I had expected it to be different.  But I had.

   We went out a few times a week, I took her to parties at friend's
places. We managed to get alone a couple of times, and have sex.





   Phone call;

   "Bernhard?  It's Lucy."

   "Hi Lucy, how are you?"

   I had seen her quite often, when I went over to pick up Sue, and once
when I'd spent the night there.  There didn't seem to be any weirdness
between us, which really was quite remarkable I suppose.

   "Great, Bernard.  Listen, you know that Sue is going to the States to
spend Chinese new-year with her grandparents.  Would you like to come over
for a little farewell dinner?"

   "Sure, that would be fun."





   Lucy opened the door, wearing a sheer blouse knotted just below her
breasts, a rather daringly short skirt, high-heeled boots, and a smile.

   There was something odd; a vibration I hadn't expected.  As I entered,
and hung my jacket on the hook by the door, I could see that the lights
were out in the dining room, there were candles burning on the table, and
it was set for two.

   "I can't wait for dessert!" Lucy said with a laugh, skipping into the
kitchen.  "Come on in here, it's almost ready." She called.

   She was busy at the stove, stirring something aromatic in a frying pan.
It was disturbing to find myself thinking that she had better figure that
her daughter did.  Her hips were just slightly narrower, and her ass
considerably tighter.  But the most striking difference between them was
Lucy's energy; the woman was like a dynamo, she seemed to always be in
motion.  Lucy had an extraordinary sexiness, a kind of extra vigor that
made one just want to be around her.

   "I thought Sue and Tom were going to be here." I told her, trying to
gently introduce the concept that I didn't want to fuck my girlfriend's
mother.

   "Oh no, they've already taken the train to London, Sue is going to San
Francisco, and Tom to New York for the week." She said happily, ignoring my
point.

   "Listen, Lucy; don't take this wrong, but I really like Sue."

   "Well that's good, Bernard.  I'm so glad you two are getting along, I
was starting to get worried about Sue, you know.  I mean, I was thinking
maybe she was gay, and that would be fine, but she didn't have a
girlfriend, either."

   She prattled on for a while, and I started to think that maybe I had
misinterpreted the situation; she just wanted to talk to me, about Sue. 
She just dressed like that all the time [she really did], and she couldn't
help but be sexy; it was just her nature.

   With Lucy, it wasn't applied or contrived.  She really talked like that,
she smiled at you all the time, she walked like that, and she dressed like
that.  Lucy flirted the way fish swim, constantly and instinctively.

   But as we moved into the dining room, carrying the food she had prepared
for us, there was the white tablecloth and the candles.





   There didn't seem to be any easy way to escape.  Once or twice, she
spoon fed me, laughing into my eyes.  Her nipples were protruding through
the thin fabric that failed to hide her generous breasts. She was horny as
a toad, and very happy about it.

   I knew I shouldn't do it, I knew it was wrong.  Sue was crazy about me,
she was a nice girl.  I didn't want to hurt her, and Lucy's husband Tom had
been really nice to me, too.  He had welcomed me into his house, treated me
like a friend even though he hardly knew me.

   And there was Lucy, her perfect white grin and her radiant energy.  She
was sparking and tingling with it, pheromones oozing from every pore of her
body.  I could smell her, I could feel her.

   I knew what she was like in bed, there was no mystery.  She was
incredible, phenomenal, the fuck of the century.  She was a beast, a sex
machine.

   I couldn't blame Sue for being ordinary; it wasn't her fault that she
was normal.  And besides, how could I be sure that it wasn't me?  I mean,
the combination of Sue and myself; we didn't really make each other burn,
we just kind of smoldered for a while and then went to sleep or went home.

   With Lucy on the other hand, there had been fireworks; mad sensual
pleasure that could never be forgotten.  She didn't want to date me, she
didn't want to be my girlfriend.  Just my lover.

   Her hand covered mine suddenly.  Her long fingernails gently scratched
down the back of my hand, to the tips of my fingers.  She looked straight
into my eyes, and if I didn't hear her growling, I thought I did.

   "Lucy; Lucy, I'd really like to.  But Sue would be so hurt."

   "Not if she never knows."

   "It just isn't right."

   "Why not?  If no one knows, and no one is hurt, what's wrong with it? 
We were great, weren't we? We had fun, didn't we?"

   "Yes."

   "Is like that when you're with Sue?"

   "No.  No, not like that."

   "I didn't think so.  I'd like you to keep going out with her, Bernard.
She's been so happy since you've been with her, she's more relaxed and she
even lost some weight.  But I know what guys are like, you'll get bored
with her.  You want somebody who's better in bed, or someone different in
bed at least; then you'll leave her, and my little girl will be hurt.  On
the other hand...  you and I could have our little secret together, and
then be happy with our partners the rest of the time."

   I knew I shouldn't have let her open that bottle of wine; my brain was
awash with alcohol and hormones, and I didn't have the strength to resist
her arguments.

   But I did have the strength to give her what she wanted.





   My senses exploded in pleasure as our naked bodies came into contact; my
fingers traced across her slim hips and perfect ass as her tongue tasted my
face.

   She laughed and groaned in pleasure as I kissed her neck, chewed her
ears, suckled her breasts.  She stroked me and stoked me, carefully
building my fire with a sensuousness built on experience and enthusiasm.

   I licked her, until she came.  Then I had to feel myself inside of her
again, I had to feel her passion tight around my cock once more.

   She grabbed my unprotected cock, and pushed it against herself; in the
madness of our mutual need, I pushed my hard penis into her body, into her
wet waiting hole.

   Her inner muscles squeezed me with that fantastic hot pressure that I'd
forced myself to forget; hot and wet and tight, eager and smooth.

   What a woman, I kept thinking; what an amazing fucking woman.  She
bucked her hips upward to meet each stroke, her eyes never left mine and
her grin never faded.

   There seemed to be no guilt in her, no conflict about what we were
doing. It felt so good, so incredibly good to hold her in my arms, to feel
the tension and heat of her as we made love, had sex, fucked.

   Her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me tight like a boa holds
its prey.

   "I want to feel it." She whispered in my ear, "I want to feel your hot
stuff shooting inside."

   Oh God, I wanted to feel it as well; my orgasm ripped out of me,
pumping, ejaculating, climaxing together with my girlfriend's mother.

   As my cock began to shrink inside the older woman's body, my joy was
replaced by guilt and doubt. She kissed me, but her kiss was wrong.

   Her fingers traced down my body, and although it was still wrong, it was
also pleasant.  I relaxed myself, thinking about it.  Trying to find some
excuse for what I'd done.  She pushed me on my back, forcing my nearly limp
cock to pull out of her body.

   Throwing her long black hair to one side of her head, Lucy lowered her
face between my thighs.

   And taking my soft guilty cock into her mouth, she began to suck me.

   Gently at first, she eased blood into my organ.  Tickling my balls, she
looked at me through hooded eyes, and brushed my stomach with her hair. 
Her head moved up and down over my stiffening dick, her lips and tongue
eating the guilt and shame from me; the heat of her desire relighting my
fires.

   It seemed useless to fight it; Lucy was too much woman for any man to
resist.  Her tongue and lips slid over my cock and balls, her hands moved
across my genitals and body, her desire was infectious, her lust for life
and for me.

   We did it in a missionary style, until she came; we shifted, and she sat
above me, lifting her tight body up and down as I watched my dick disappear
inside of her again and again.

   We did it with her on her side, we did it doggy style.

   It wasn't just that she kept coming; her orgasms seemed almost
incidental to her sheer delight with everything, every touch, every kiss.
Lucy loved sex, she loved the intimacy and the contact of it. She loved my
cock inside her body, in her vagina or her mouth.  She loved to give
pleasure, and she loved to receive it.

   Holding her firm warm body in my arms, my cock harder for longer than I
had ever known, looking into her joyful face as I pumped her with a power
that I never knew I had; I felt incredible, ecstatic, more potent than I
knew it was possible to be.

   That it was possible to elicit such a reaction from a woman, it was
possible to be so damn good! She was so excited, so exciting, so beautiful,
her energy so intense that it overflowed from her, and into me.

   Her breasts, smaller and softer than those of her daughter, were
friendly against my chest.  The slightly more prominent bones of her face,
even the small lines around corners of her eyes and mouth, made her no less
attractive.  Her grip on my ass, the movements of her pelvis, the pressure
of her vaginal muscles against my cock; it was is if I never wanted to come
again, so that this bliss would never end.

   But at long last, when I did, it was good, too.

   We rested, in each other's arms.  She caressed me with her fingertips,
both of us silent in our post-coital haze.  We slept.





   I awoke in the night, surprised to find I had a hard on.  In the dim
light, the woman next to me breathed long and deep.  I ran my hand down the
length of her smooth back, over her round middle-aged yet perfect bum.

   Waking, she rolled over and put her arm around me.  She pulled me tight,
and we kissed in the darkness.  I chewed her lower lip as I ran my fingers
down the length of her back, marveling that a woman who had an adult
daughter could also have such an incredible body.

   We made love again, because we could; because I was young and horny, and
Lucy was just horny.

   We spent the weekend together, watching old movies on the video in our
underwear, making out, making love.

   My memory of it is a bit hazy, seen through a fog of hormones.





   It was like my mind had a firewall; on one side, Lucy was my lover, my
insane sex machine, and Sue faded discreetly into the background.  Then I
would flip back, Sue was my lover, Lucy was her mother, no trouble at all.

   Sue shared my interests, my friends, and my time.  We had sex; but I
felt it was just because we were somehow supposed to, it was only to
confirm the lie I was living.

   I remember licking her snatch, sucking her clit and tonguing her like
I'd learned from her mother; but where Lucy would get wild, griping my hair
and bucking her hips, moaning and coming, Sue just lay there passively and
giggled a little.

   I tried to give it to her like Lucy had taught me, long hard thrusts;
Sue would come, panting slightly.  Lucy would wrap her legs around my back
and yell for joy; she'd come twice or even three times.

   Sue would go down on me, but it wasn't the same; She did it to please
me, because she knew that girls are expected to do it for their boyfriends.
She wasn't like her mother, who sucked my cock as if it was the source of
her strength, as if it was the most wonderful activity she knew.  Lucy
treated my semen as a treasure, a limited resource that needed to be
conserved and cherished as long as possible before being consumed with as
much passion and pleasure as was possible.

   Lucy drank my come like a fine wine; Sue would spit it in the sink, then
turn on the TV.





   I knew I shouldn't keep having sex with them both; and Lucy was married,
happily as far as I could tell.  I had to give her up, I resolved each time
that it would be the last.  A hell of a woman, I'd think, but never again.

   Then she'd call me; "Bernard...  I'm all alone at home.  Couldn't you
just come by and have coffee with me?" or "Bernard; I just checked into the
sweetest little hotel.  Why don't you come over here and take a bath with
me?"

   And I'd be there again, in her, on her, with her.  My blood pounding in
my ears at the sheer excitement of her, her magic tongue, her tight ass,
her velvet vice vagina.  Even the smell of her sweat as we wrestled each
other for control of my stiff dick turned me on; I licked it from her
armpits and strove to get my cock deeper into her eager body, while she
laughed with pleasure.

   She was so old, I tried to tell myself, too old for me; but her heart
was young, her body was made to enjoy, and she never said 'no'.





   Then Sue left me.

   I was pretty shocked; she was leaving ME?

   We had a fight, and she told me she'd been seeing someone else.

   "I know you've been with someone else, too." She told me.

   "No I haven't." I lied, "What do you mean you've been seeing someone? 
You've been having sex with another guy?!"

   "YES!  And he's better than you, too!"

   In my hubris, I didn't believe her; but there wasn't much left to do but
move on.  It seems like nothing now, as I look back on it these years
later, but at the time it seemed earth shaking.

   "I can't see you any more, Bernard." Lucy told me later.  "Tonight will
be the last time."

   "Why?"

   "I have to be loyal to Sue, Bernard.  She is my daughter, after all. 
How can I keep seeing you?"

   "But she left me because I was cheating; with you!"

   "It doesn't make any difference, baby.  I'll miss you, we've sure had
some fun together." She said as she undressed.

   I felt betrayed by her; she had just used me, I thought, as she stripped
me.

   "Don't be like that, baby." she said, "Fuck me like there's no
tomorrow."

   I knew there would be a tomorrow, but I did it anyway; how could I
refuse her?  She was too sexy, too wonderful.

   Her skin was warm and smooth, her vagina was tight against my cock as I
screwed her for the last time.

   I wondered if I loved her; if all the wild sex we'd had together meant
anything, then I must.

   I thought of Sue, my girlfriend, the daughter of the woman grunting and
crying in orgasm in my arms; I would miss her.

   But I would miss her wild, wonderful, mother even more.





   Ace, 2003

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