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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who my
audience is.

	     Home Again
                  by Ann Douglas
                 Part 2

	A.C. just stared.  No matter what he said, the
idea that she was undesirable was so rooted in her
mind that words were never going to shake it.
	"Mary, do you know that I grew up with you
as my fantasy lover."  he blurted out, exaggerating
the truth just a little.
	"Me?"  she responded.
	"That's right."  he continued. "I don't know
how many nights I wished that I was older so that we
could be lovers for real.  So if you could have that
much of an effect on me, how could you be anything
but desirable."
	"But I was younger then..."  she shot back,
unwilling to give up her belief.
	"I don't feel any differently now."  A.C.
replied. "I think you're just as attractive now as you
were back then.  Maybe that's why I haven't found
anyone yet.  I'm not looking for a Demi or  Barbie,
I'm looking for another you."
	A.C. let out a deep breath.  He was talking
without thinking, and he was walking in a very
dangerous mine field.
	
	Mary sat silent for long moments as the only
sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the
wall and the beating of their hearts.  A.C. could feel
beads of sweat on his neck that began to run down
his back.  What had he said?
	
	Mary finally smiled and reached out and took
his hand in hers.  Her grip was firm but gentle.  Her
voice, when she spoke, was gentle and soft.
	"You know A.C., when you and Josh were
younger, I sometimes wished that you were really my
son.  I couldn't have cared more for you if you were
though.  Right now, at this moment, I'm glad you're
not.  Because if you were, I could never say what I
think I'm about to.
	A.C. could feel a slight tremble in her hand, a
tremble that could be reflected in the pit of his own
stomach.
	"Take me to bed, A.C."  she finally asked.
"Be my lover for tonight.  Just tonight, I'm not that
foolish to think there would ever be anything beyond
that.  But just for this moment in time, help me
remember what it's like to love and be loved."
	"Oh God!"  A.C. thought as he looked at the
sincerity in her eyes.  "What have I done?"
	The ticks of the clock on the wall seemed to
stretch to minutes instead of seconds as he carefully
considered his response.  If Mary were just some
woman he met in a bar, twice his age or not, he'd
have no problem taking her to bed and forgetting
about it tomorrow.  But she wasn't just some woman,
she was Josh's mother.  She was the closest thing
he'd ever had to having his own mother.  He couldn't
do something like this.
	"A.C.?"  Mary softly asked.
	He knew she wanted an answer.  He ran the
words over in his mind one more time.  That the two
of them would almost be like incest.  Yes, that was
the track to take.  Despite all his boyhood fantasies,
they were almost family.  Didn't he read once
somewhere where a lot of guys had sexual fantasies
about their mothers.  A second voice told him that he
was being silly, no matter what he thought, they
weren't related.  She wasn't his mother.  Finally, a
new question popped into his head.  Why was it that
the idea of spending the night in Mary's bed didn't
seem as bad an idea as it did just a few minutes ago.
Could it be that without admitting it to himself all
these years, it was what he really wanted to happen?

	"Mary. All my life, I've thought of you almost
as if you were my mother."  he began as he gently
took her other hand in his.  "But right now, for the
first time I can remember, I'm glad to know that
you're not.  Because if you were my mother for real,
I wouldn't be able to do ...  this...."
	The tall young man leaned forward and kissed
Mary on the lips with as much desire as he had felt
towards any woman. It was definitely not the kiss of
a son.
	Surprised for a moment by the kiss, Mary had
only the slightest hesitation before she responded in
kind.  A.C. in turn was startled to find Mary's tongue
pressing between his lips but happy to open them
enough to permit it's passage.  He felt Mary take his
left hand and slide it up and under her shirt, placing
the flesh of his outstretched palm against that of her
naked and ample breast.
	A bridge had been crossed.  A decision made.
Whatever the morning dawn brought, neither of them
would regret it.


	The interplay of tongues between them was
electric as two sets of hands explored each others
body.  The soft flesh beneath Mary's shirt seemed on
fire as A.C. played with her bounty.  His thumbs
pressed against her nipples, marveling at their size as
he imagined how nice they were going to feel in his
mouth.
	Unable to wait any longer, A.C. grabbed the
side of Mary's shirt and pulled it upward, exposing
one of the white globes to the cool air conditioned
air.  Mary's breast was capped with one of the widest
areolas he'd ever seen, over two inches across.  In the
center was a long thick nipple as large as that on a
baby bottle.


	"You are so beautiful."  A.C. exclaimed as he
planted a soft kiss on the top of  Mary's exposed
globe.
	A loud sign erupted from Mary as she felt the
wetness engulf her mound. It'd been so long since
she'd known any touch other than her own. She
closed her eyes and savored the sensation.	As A.C.
made no effort to quickly expose her other breast, it
was obvious that he was going to take his time.  His
tongue darted to and fro, tracing wide circles around
the large nipple.  Then he would tickle it directly
before taking it whole into his eager mouth once
again.
	Like a babe seeking nourishment, the younger
man nurtured at the source of motherhood.  Each
movement of his tongue, each nip of his teeth, send
long absent sensations though Mary's reclining form.
	"Oh, this feels  good."  Mary moaned as she
laid back with her eyes closed and just enjoyed the
feel of A.C.'s attentions.
	A few minutes later, A.C. finally exposed her
other ample breast and repeated his performance.
The result of which was to send Mary further into a
blissful state.
	Again and again he covering her flesh with his
warm mouth, leaving a trail of warm saliva.  A.C.
buried his face in the valley between her breasts and
drank deeply of the mixture of perfume and sweat.  It
was an inebriating aroma.
	Her eyes still closed, Mary ran her hands
across the back of her young lovers head, guiding his
tongue to her most sensitive areas.
	Lifting his head, Mary pulled her shirt
completely off.  With a wide smile on her face the
now topless woman eased A.C. back onto the sofa
cushion.  Duplicating his own actions, she slid his
own shirt up over his chest, exposing a well
developed set of pecs and apps.
	 She leaned over and kissed him lightly.
Continuing downward, she kissed each of his nipples
and gave them a playful lick as well.  A.C. had never
considered his own nipples as a sexual area before.  It
was an idea he would have to look at more in the
future.  Right now, Mary had a more immediate goal.
Kissing her way down across his flat stomach, the
blonde paused at the elastic waistband of his shorts
and pulled them down, taking his boxers with them.
	To her delight, his hard cock sprang free,
bouncing in the open air.  A.C.'s cock had grown
considerable during his late teen growth spurt.  Fully
erect it stood almost eight inches and was as thick if
not thicker than her husbands.
	"Now that is beauty."  she said as she traced
her outstretched finger along it's length.
	Mary continued to play with A.C.'s cock,
cupping his balls in her hand as she ran her other
hand up and down it's measure.  Closing her fingers a
little tighter she could feel the power of his young
manhood.
	Leaning forward, Mary tongued the tip of his
cock, licking the drop of pre-cum that had formed
there.  A.C. thought he would explode right there
and then.  He closed his eyes as her tongue ran down
the length of his shaft and swirled around his balls.
He couldn't wait for that hot, wet sensation when her
mouth could close over his aching cock.
	Taking her time, Mary sucked on his balls,
then moved her way back up his shaft.  Then in a
fluid motion she engulfed the length of his cock,
sliding his young meat all the way down her throat.
She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed it again.
She could feel the heat in his balls, she knew it
wouldn't take many strokes before she was rewarded
with a steady stream of hot cream.
	"Oh God.....Oh God!...."  A.C. gasped as he
tried to hold back.  It was a one side contest.  Mary
had almost three decades of practice behind her, she
played his cock and balls like a musical instrument.
	"I'm gonna come...."  He managed to gasp,
seconds before bursts of salty cum erupted into her
mouth.
	As soon as she felt the first drops, Mary deep
throated his cock and swallowed the seemingly
endless stream as fast as it came.  She'd always like
the taste of her husbands cum, but was glad to learn
that A.C.'s had its own special taste.
	With a slight reluctance, Mary let the
semi-hard cock slip from her mouth.  A strange
thought filled her head.  It was like riding a bike, how
easily it all came back to her once she got started.
	A.C. was still speechless, the enormity of
what had happen was still sinking in.  Extending two
fingers of her hand, Mary wiped a small stream of
whiteness that had dripped from her mouth.  Running
her tongue across her fingers she licked them clean.
	"That, was the best."  A.C. said as he finally
found his voice. "I really mean that."

	He sat up and kissed her, tasting his own
ejaculation on her tongue.  Usually, this turned him
off like a sudden cold shower.  This time he found it
highly erotic.
	"Now it's my turn." A.C. grinned as he slid
down to the carpeted floor.
	Following A.C. instructions, Mary slid off her
shorts and panties and spread her legs.  A.C.'s eyes
opened wide as he looked up at the hairiest bush he
had ever seen.  Mary's entire crotch was covered
with long blonde hair.  All of the women the young
man had been with before had trimmed their hair.
Like the kiss, he also found this to be erotic.
	
	A.C. reached out between Mary's legs and
traced the outline of her light colored mound with his
finger.  He moved to the center of her mound and
rubbed back and forth against it.  As his finger
became lubricated by the wetness there, he slowing
slid it between the folds.  A soft gasp escaped Mary's
lips as A.C. slid the finger in and out, again and
again.
	After a few minutes, A.C. replaced his fingers
with his tongue.  An action that met with louder
moans of approval from Mary.
	"Oh God yes!"  Mary exclaimed at the touch
of his tongue against her valley.
	Mary leaned back on the couch and spread
her legs even wider, inviting A.C. to further take of
her delights.  He kissed left and right of her treasure,
before spreading Mary’s moist lips with his fingers to
exposed the excited clit within.
	 A loud sudden cry escaped Mary’s lips as
A.C. made contact with her love button.  Countless
nights of practice on a steady stream of willing coeds
proved their worth as A.C. demonstrated his skill as
a first class pussy licker.  Raising one of her legs atop
the back of the couch, the 45 year old rolled her head
back and closed her eyes, loosing herself in the warm
sensations radiating out from her sexual center.
	Mary’s cunt grew wetter and wetter with
each passage of her younger lover’s tongue.  He
again slid a finger inside her, adding it’s motion to
the rhythm he’d established.  Faster and faster,
moved both appendages, saturating the surrounding
blonde hair with a sticky nectar.  And with each
repetition, both the waves of delight and resounding
cries that accompanied them increased as well.
	“Oh yes,”  Mary yelled. “Lick my pussy,
you’ve gotten it so..so wet.  I want to cum!”
	It wasn’t long before she got her wish as she
felt her body tense up and eruption of fire explode
between her legs.  Cascading waves of passion ripped
through her quaking form as the byproducts of her
eruption trickled onto A.C.’s face.  Ever since the
night he had first sucked Jenny's pussy, A.C. had
loved the taste of a woman’s juices.  He eagerly
lapped up as much as he could.
	The oscillating surf that gripped her had
barely crested before Mary quickly shifted into an
upright position and pulled A.C. to her.  She kissed
him hard, enjoying the tasting of her own fruit in his
mouth.  Again and again she kissed him, alternating
those deep soul kisses with ones on his cheeks.
Kisses that cleared the sticky residue that covered his
cheeks.
	“I want you inside me.”  she panted in
between kisses.  “I want your cock in my pussy!”
she said in a much louder voice.
	It wouldn't be until the next day when he was
a thousand miles away that A.C. would realize how
much he had been turned on just hearing Mary talk
like that.  Her words were right out of his teenage
masturbation fantasies.
	A.C. took hold of his cock and guided it to
the entrance of Mary's pussy.  He rubbed it up and
down against her wetness a few times, covering his
hardness with lubricant.  Mary reached down and
closed her fingers around his cock and helped
guide him into her, not that he needed it.  Mary let
out a small gasp as she felt his cockhead push aside
the outer walls of her pussy.  It'd been quite a long
time since she'd felt something warm and alive inside
of her.  A.C. echoed the soft moans as he felt those
walls wrap around his hard flesh.  It may not have
been a tight fit, but it was most definitely a
comfortable one.
	Because she was much looser than the
majority of his previous lovers, Mary was able to
take A.C.'s full length without any effort or
discomfort.  She lifted her ass off the floor as she
pushed forward and seemed to pull him even deeper.
Already he had slid in and out of her a dozen times,
sending oscillating waves of pleasure radiating
outward from her sexual core.  Waves that became
more frequent and intensive with each additional
thrust.
	It wasn't long before the two were matched in
a perfect rhythm.  Each thrust being met by that of
the other. Tiny droplets of sweat covered the warm
flesh of each of them as they lost themselves more
and more in their sexual joining.
	A.C. could feel that he was only minutes
away from a explosive climax.  So it was with a
sudden disappointment that he suddenly felt Mary's
hands pressing against his chest, halting his energetic
thrusts.
	"What's wrong?"  A.C. gasped.
	"I want to fuck you!"  Mary said, her brow
covered with sweat.
	"I thought you were."  A.C. grinned.
	"No, you're fucking me.  I want to fuck you!"
she continued.
	A.C. finally understood and agreed with a
smile.
	Easing the young man's firm body off her,
Mary pushed him down on the soft carpeted floor.
She spun around and mounted him.  Her breasts
hanging above his face, he was able to reach up and
take hold of them.  With a firm grip on each soft
mound, A.C. played with each nipple as she began to
ride his ever hard cock up and down.
	“Oh yes....yes!!”  Mary panted as she felt
A.C.’s manhood fill her again and again.  It felt so
good.  It had been so very long since it had felt so
good.
	Pinned down by her weight and the force with
which she slammed her sugar walls down around his
pleasure pole, there wasn’t much A.C. could do but
lay back and enjoy the ride.  Not that he was
complaining of course.  It was the first time a woman
had ever taken control in love-making and he realized
he could easily grow to like it.
	“Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!” Mary
yelled yet again.
	Beads of sweat continued to run down both
their bodies as they began to rut like wild animals.  .
As she felt each new thrust of A.C.’s cock, Mary
thought of the countless nights she’d masturbated
thinking about how much she missed having a man.
	Breaths came in labored short gasps and
Mary felt her vision blur as what had to be the most
intense orgasm in a very long time set her body afire.
Bright lights flashed before her eyes as she soared
above that plateau that had existed for so long only in
her dreams.
	Then as quickly as it had occurred, the
sensation began to fade.  Her vision cleared, and in
the silence her heartbeat began to slowly return to
normal.  But the memory would never fade.  It would
be something she would remember night after night.
	"Oh God, that was so wonderful."  Mary
moaned as she laid atop A.C. and let her body relax.
	A.C. reached up and gently caressed her
breasts, planting a kiss on her cheek as he did.  His
still hard cock slid from her.
	Reaching down between her legs, Mary took
hold of his erection.  She realized that she'd been so
wrapped up in her own climax that she hadn't noticed
that he hadn't shot his own load.  A.C. was one of
those guys who always took a long time to come a
second time.
	"Oh A.C., I'm sorry."  she said apologetically
as she stroked his cock.
	"It's OK."  he said as she kissed her again.
	"No, just give me a little time to get my
breath."  she smiled back.  "Then we'll take care of
that.

	A half hour later, Mary was happy to say she
was indeed ready to go at it again.  She didn't know
if was because she had been celibate for so long or
the excitement of loving her almost-son.  She only
knew that if she was to have only this night, she
wanted to make the most of every minute.
	Running her hand across A.C.'s sweat
covered chest, toying with his matted chest hair,
Mary had a sudden inspiration.  She brought her lips
to his ears and whispered.
	"What would you think of a shower, if only to
clean some of this off us?"
	It took A.C. a moment to realize that Mary
had said "us" not "you".  The idea that she was going
to shower with him seemed a more carnal thought
than had fucking her.
	"That sounds wonderful."  A.C. beamed.

	

	"I love this!"  A.C. said as he felt the cooling
water splash against his skin.  "It feels great!"
	Mary joined him in the shower and was
instantly in his arms.  They kissed for a few minutes,
rubbing their hands over each other, letting the hot
water cover their bodies.  They each covered their
hands with liquid soap from the wall mounted
dispenser and soaped up each others body.
	A.C.'s hands slid across Mary's body, playing
with her breasts, pulling them to his mouth.  Again he
took his time, playing with each nipple with both his
fingers and tongue.  Mary closed her eyes, letting
herself drift in delight.  It felt so good.  So right.
	They soon changed places and Mary took one
of her new lover's tiny nipples into her mouth, again
showing him how erogenous an area they could be.
She reached down and took his once again hard cock
in her hand.
	"I want you to fuck me again."  Mary said as
her soapy fingers slid up and down his hardness.
"But this time I to try something different.  I want to
give you something I've never given anyone else."
	"What?"  A.C. said as warm water ran down
his face.
	"I want you to fuck my ass."  Mary said.
	"Your ass?"  A.C. repeated in disbelief.
	"Yes."  she confirmed.
	A.C. couldn't believe it.  With all the girls he
screwed, none had ever let him try that.  It was an
exciting idea.
	"Are you sure?"  he asked.
	"Yes, it's something I've wanted to try for
years.  Ever since I saw it in one of those magazines
that Josh keeps hidden in his desk."
	"You know about those?"  he asked in
amazement.
	"Of course." she smiled.  "There was little I
didn't know about."
	"Amazing."  A.C. laughed.
	"Should we do it here?"  Mary asked as she
pressed her soap covered ass against his hard cock.
	"I think it might be better on a bed."  A.C.
suggested, trying to hide the fact that he'd never done
it before.
	"Then a bed it is."  Mary agreed as she gave
his cock a playful tug.

	No sooner had they dried off and made their
way to Mary's bed when the older woman hopped
onto it and took up a position on all fours.  Eager as
well,  A.C. climbed up behind her and ran his hand
across her ass-cheeks.
	"I think we're going to need some kind of
lubricant."  he said, remembering an article he read in
a magazine somewhere.
	"I have something we can use in the night
table."  Mary replied.
	Leading him over to her night table, A.C.
took out a large tube of K-Y Jelly.  It wasn't the tube
that surprised him as much as the large flesh colored
dildo that laid next to it in the drawer.  This was truly
a night for shattering his illusions about Mrs. Austin.
	Popping the lid off the jar, Mary reached in
and scooped up a generous portion of it with her
fingers.  First she smeared it over the head of his
cock, then the base.  That done, she slid a gel
covered finger into her ass, then a second, moving
them in and out.  Evidently, she actually had given
this a lot of thought. Finally, satisfied with both the
level of lubrication and tightness, she again took up
position on all fours and spread her legs. She pushed
two pillows under her chest and lowered herself onto
them.  Her ass hung high in the air, inviting A.C.'s
entry.
	A.C. hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. In
the "how to" article he'd read, it had said that anal
sex could hurt a lot if you did it wrong.  What was
that saying he'd once heard.  "If sex is a pain in the
ass you're doing it wrong!"
	"It's all right. I'm ready."  Mary said as she
reached back and again took hold of him, guiding
him to her smaller, tighter hole.  "Here..."  she said as
she eased the head of his cock against the opening.
	Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside her,
her ass wrapping itself around the gel covered cock.
A.C. couldn't believe the tightness of her ass, or how
good it felt around his cock.  A.C. had been with
virgins that hadn't been this tight.  He slid back a
little, drawing it out about and inch, then two, then
he thrusted forward and buried his shaft deep inside
her.
	"Fuck  yes!!!!"  Mary yelled as she felt the
pain / pleasure combination  rip into her.  "Fuck my
ass, fill it with that big beautiful cock!"
	As her hole relaxed more, A.C. began to
develop a rhythm, thrusting harder with each stroke.
Mary followed the rhythm, pushing her ass back to
meet each new thrust, until his now engorged balls
slapped against her ass.  Her frenzy increased with
each new penetration, until she could no longer
speak, only utter a grunting noise.
	As one hand balanced her against the bed, the
other had found it's way to her clit and she frigged
herself incessantly, adding to the fires raging within
her.  Feeling A.C. begin to tense behind her, she
managed through sheer effort to again find her voice.
	"Fuck me...."  she panted in gasps.  "Fill my
ass with that beautiful cum."
	A few seconds  later, A.C. fulfilled her
request as he experienced the most explosive orgasm
of his young life.  Mary's sphincter tightened around
the base of his cock as a fountain of cum rushed into
her.  Each additional thrust brought more, until he
was finally drained completely.  Then in exhaustion
he collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her as
if, even drained, she was unwilling to get him go.

	The second session of lovemaking left both of
them totally exhausted and they slept the sleep of the
contented. It was early morning before either of them
opened their eyes.
	"Good morning, lover."  Mary said as she
kissed A.C. awake.
	"Good morning."  the young man responded
as he sat up in bed and looked at the nearby clock.
	They looked at each other for a moment.
Neither had to say it, they both knew that the
intimacy that they'd shared mere hours before was
not to be repeated.  It would however live forever in
their memories.

	"Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen
minutes."  Mary Austin said as she adjusted the belt
on her robe.  "You have time to grab a shower if you
want."
	"Sounds like a good idea." A.C. said as he
slipped out from under the sheets and stood up.
Strange as it seemed, given the events of last night,
but he felt a little funny standing naked in front of
Mary. He did however take note that she hadn't
offered to join him in the shower.  The night was
really over.
	
	A.C.'s showers was brief and he stepped out
of the bathroom ten minutes later.  As he stepped out
into the hall, he was so preoccupied that he didn't
notice the tall figure standing alongside the bathroom
door.
	"I hope you had the decency to bring your
own clean underwear."  said the deep male voice
from behind A.C.
	"Josh!"  he said as he whirled around.
	The two friends exchanged hugs, it was as if
it had been days instead of months since they'd seen
each other.  It took only a few minutes to bring each
other up to date.
	"I hope you haven't left my bed the mess you
usually leave yours in."  Josh said as he took a step
toward his room, the one closest to the bathroom.
	"Oh shit!" A.C. said to himself, horror
flashing through his mind. Josh's bed was as crisply
made as it was the previous afternoon. It would be
obvious that A.C. hadn't slept in it.
	"I knew it!" Josh exclaimed as he stepped into
his room.
	"Josh, I...."  A.C. said as he followed him.
	Horror turned to relief as A.C. saw that the
bed was an appropriate mess.  Mary had even
thought of that.
	".....  I was just going to get to that."  A.C.
finished.
	"Hey, I'm only kidding."  his friend laughed.
"Let's get down to breakfast."

	Breakfast was as good if not better than last
nights dinner.  By the time the two young men were
done, both of their plates were empty.  A.C. couldn't
remember the last time he'd had such an appetite.
	
	Mary was about to say something when the
phone rang.  Josh started to get up when she said
she'd get it.
	"If that's the office, tell them I died."  he
quipped.
	The call turned out to be from Mike Ford,
one of the teachers at the school that both boys had
attended long ago.  Mary still did some volunteer
work for the PTA.  The conversation was brief,
merely a confirmation of previously agreed on plans.
It was the tag at the end of their chat that surprised
the two young men at the table.

	"Oh Mike, does that offer of dinner still hold
for Saturday night?"  Mary asked.  "It does?  Well
then why don't you pick me up around 07:30.  Good,
I'll see you then.  Bye."

	Josh Austin looked at his mother in shock.
Mike Ford, a widower himself, had been asking Mary
out for three months now.  On every other occasion,
she gave him the same pat answer - that it was too
soon.  Josh had begun to think that she would still be
giving that same answer until long after anyone
stopped asking.
	"What brought on this change of heart?"  he
asked.  "Not that I'm complaining."
	"Oh I don't know."  Mary said as she picked
up the two empty plates.  "I guess A.C.'s visit made
me realize that I should stop acting my age - or at
least how I thought a woman my age was supposed
to act."
	"That's my friend A.C."  Josh said as he
slapped him on the back.  "I always said you had a
golden tongue."
	"I can attest to that."  Mary said too low for
her son to hear, but the wide smile on her face was
evident to all.


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