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Generations
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part One
"That was a really excellent dinner, Mrs.
Romanowski." Stanley Greene said as he laid his
napkin on the table. "It's been a real long time
since I ate that good."
"Well, when you marry my Rachel, you'll
eat that good all the time," the fifty-two year old
woman said as she began to clear the table. "I've
taught her everything I know."
"Oh Mother," Rachel Romanowski said
from the other side of the table.
"Let me help you with those, Mrs.
Romanowski." Stanley said as he got up and pick
up two of the dishes.
"Nonsense," she said. "You two young
people go in and watch TV or something. I can
manage here just fine. And I really wish you'd call
me Ruth, Mrs. Romanowski makes it sound like
either I'm so old, or you're way too young to be
engaged to my daughter."
"Okay, Ruth." the twenty-six year old said
as he put the dishes back on the table. "And I
definitely have to say, you're not too old. If I
hadn't met Rachel first, well who knows." he
kidded.
"That's it," Ruth laughed in return, waving
then out of the kitchen with her hands. "You two,
out of my kitchen."
Stanley was trying just to be humorous,
but his joke wasn't that far-fetched. For a woman
her age, Ruth Romanowski was really quite
attractive. Mrs. Romanowski had been a Nurse for
about twenty-five years, working at Midtown
Hospital. Her hair was a honey blonde and he was
sure she hadn't gained more than ten pounds in as
many years.
He knew from what Rachel had told him,
that her Mother had been a widow for over ten
years. It was quite surprising, at least to him, that
the woman hadn't remarried in all that time.
Maybe it was because of a sense of responsibility
to give her daughter all of her attention, he
thought, to make up for her not having her Father
around. Well once he and Rachel were married,
she would be free to live her own life again.
This evening was very important to
Stanley, and he wanted everything to go right as
could be. He and Rachel had been engaged for
two months now, and this was the first time he
had actually met her Mother. Stanley lived on the
West Coast, just outside of San Diego. Rachel
had lived here in New York until a year ago when
the company they both worked for transferred her
to California. As many times as Rachel had
offered to fly her out for a visit, Ruth had refused.
Her husband had died in the crash of a small plane
over a decade before and she refused to get on
any aircraft since then.
Rachel had told him many times that she
really couldn't conceive of get married without
first getting her Mother's approval of the man she
had said yes to. At first, Stanley had thought this
was a rather old and silly custom. Then, as he
learned how important Rachel's Mother had been
in her life, and how she had raised her practically
all alone, he began to understand. As soon as he
could, Stanley made the time for the two of them
to fly east so her Mother could meet him and give
her blessings.
"Come on, Honey." Rachel said as the
twenty-three year old took him by the arm. "In
this kitchen, Mom's word is law. Let's go see
what's on the TV."
As they sat down on the couch and Rachel
began channel surfing, Stanley thought again how
lucky he was to have met Rachel. She was a
beautiful girl, there was no denying that. Long
straight blond hair reached all the way down to
her waist, and she had a nice slim figure with
breasts that seemed perfectly proportioned to her
built. Not that there was exactly a shortage of
beautiful young women in Southern California or
even in the company where he worked. No,
Rachel had a lot more going for her than just
looks.
Rachel was a genius, there was so other
word for it. She was a civil engineer that could
work out problems in her head that people twice
her experience had to work out with calculators
and diagrams. At first, taking her at face value
based on her age and relative newness to the
company, Stanley had been a little annoyed at her
having been assigned to one of his projects. The
engineer assigned to his staff had hit a dead end
and Stanley had gone to his boss asking to borrow
someone who might have a fresh perspective.
Instead of lending him one of the senior engineers,
his boss had sent him this kid right out of college.
Stanley ate his words as Rachel worked
out a solution to their problem in less than a week.
A solution that not only put them back on track
but made up for the lost time. Trying to make
amends for his misjudgment, he had asked her out
to dinner.
What started as a simple dinner soon
became a relationship, even after Rachel went on
to other projects. If was funny, but one of the
things that attracted Stanley to Rachel initially,
was her seeming reluctance to immediately enter
into a sexual relationship.
Stanley had lost his virginity at seventeen
and was a rather good looking young man. There
had never been a lack of equally good looking
women willing to share his bed. In fact, there
were plenty of women just in his office that he
could take out to dinner with the sure knowledge
that they would be making him breakfast the
following day. But simple sexual satisfaction, as
much fun as it was, wasn't all he was looking for.
A few times in that month and a half
before they first went to bed, Stanley worried that
Rachel might have some deep-rooted sexual
problems. He was afraid that their relationship, as
wonderful as it was developing, might collapse on
this reluctance.
As it turned out, it was a groundless fear.
Far from being sexually frigid, Rachel had turned
out to be what Stanley could only describe as
something of a nymphomaniac. Once she decided
they had an association based on something
stronger than just lust, the floodgates of her
passion burst open.
Stanley had never experienced anything
like her. The twenty-two year old combined
sexual enthusiasm and imagination like no woman
he had ever known. There were days she shocked
even him. Like the time she came into his office in
the middle of the day, locked the door, and
screwed him right there at his desk. He'd lost
track of the places, a good many of then public,
where she'd given him head as well.
Yes, he considered himself a lucky man
indeed. That was but one of the reasons why this
trip east was so important to him. If for some
unknown reason, Rachel's Mother decided she
didn't like him, he was sure he would lose her
forever.
"Is this you?" Stanley said as he got up
from the couch and picked up a large framed 11 x
14 photograph from the mantle.
The picture was of a half dozen men and
women dressed up as if they were part of the
Road Company of Hair. The picture looked
pretty old, but the pretty blond in the center
appeared to be a younger Rachel.
"That, believe it or not," she said as she
joined him at the mantle. "Is the woman who just
cooked you dinner."
"You're kidding." Stanley said in surprise.
"Nope, that photograph was taken in
Central Park in 1967." she explained. "My
Mother was a real live hippie. Flower power, free
love and all."
"That's incredible." Stanley said.
He had read about the flower power
movement back in the 60's, but never imagined he
would ever meet someone who had really been
part of it. It was astonishing to think that the
middle aged Nurse he'd just met had been the
young girl in the tie die shirt and beads.
"You see the guy at the end, the one with
the brown beard?" Rachel asked.
Stanley followed the line to the tall,
shaggy haired man in sandals. He wore what
Stanley thought were called granny glasses and
looked like it had been at least a week since his
last bath.
"That's my Dad." Rachel smiled.
Stanley looked again at the two people in
the group picture, then looked up at another
photo showing a six year old Rachel and her
parents. He looked hard at the clean shaven
young man and his wife. Using a little
imagination, he could see they were the same
persons.
"It just goes to show, you never know
about people." Stanley thought as he returned
with Rachel to the couch.
After a few more minutes of channel
hopping, Rachel settled on a movie showing on
one of the premium stations. It was a love story
of course, he knew she couldn't pass one of them.
More so it there was an element of danger in the
relationship.
They watched the film, interrupted every
one and a while by the sounds from the kitchen as
Mrs. Romanowski cleaned up.
The movie soon came to the inevitable
love scene, and this being cable, it was quite
graphic. Stanley could feel Rachel pressing up
against him as the onscreen lovers got both naked
and busy. After a few minutes of watching them
make love, Rachel leaned closer to Stanley and
asked.
"Do you think she has nicer tits than I do?
she whispered.
Stanley smiled. Rachel was always doing
that, comparing herself to other women and
asking his opinion. She also delighted with using
terms like tits instead of breasts, at least when
they were alone. Stanley had heard the questions
often enough to always have a ready answer.
"Her tits are bigger," he said. "But yours
are nicer."
"So you wouldn't rather fuck her than me?'
Rachel then asked.
"If we were back at the hotel right now,
I'd be happy to show you." he responded.
"I'm not sure I believe you." Rachel
laughed as she put her hand between his legs and
right on his hard cock. "Liar!" she said in mock
anger.
"Would you believe that's because of
having you so close next to me?" he lied, knowing
full well that it was the result of the onscreen
lovers. He was, after all, only human."
"Because of me huh," Rachel said. "Then
I guess I get to do what I want with it."
Before Stanley realized what she was
doing, Rachel had undid his pants and pulled out
his hard cock. It stood almost straight up it's full
seven-inch length for a moment, before
disappearing into her mouth.
"What the hell do you think you are
doing?" Stanley wanted to yell, then caught
himself when he remembered where they were.
He couldn't believe what his fiancee was
doing. It was one thing to blow him on the flight
here yesterday, something she had done under a
blanket when just about everyone else on the
Redeye flight was asleep. It was beyond belief
that she would do it with her Mother just a room
away.
"Are the two of you all right in there?"
Ruth called out from the kitchen.
"We're fine." Stanley called out,
suppressing the urge to groan as Rachel deep
throated him once more.
Stanley knew that there was no reasoning
with Rachel when she got like this. His only hope
was that he came quickly and before Ruth came
out of the kitchen. It wasn't an unrealistic hope,
Rachel was a really skilled cocksucker, and he was
making no effort to hold back. He could already
feel his orgasm building deep in his balls. It was
only a matter of a little time.
"Oh my!" Stanley heard the feminine
voice blurt out from a few feet in from of them.
He looked up and saw Ruth Romanowski
standing next to the television, holding a tray with
tea and cakes. His skin turned pale as she looked
right at the image of her daughter sucking his
cock. An action she hadn't yet stopped, despite
the fact that there was no way she could not now
be unaware of her Mother's presence.
"I had thought you might like a little
snack." Ruth said as she put the tray down. "But
I see you already have one, Rachel."
Stanley couldn't believe she was being so
calm, or that she was making a joke about it. His
own Mother would be having a heart attack at this
point.
"Not so little, Mother." Rachel said as she
finally let his cock slip out of her mouth and
looked up.
"No, not so little at all." Ruth agreed as
she got her first good look at Stanley's still erect
cock.
"I can't believe this," Stanley said to
himself. "The two of them are discussing my cock
like walking in on your daughter sucking off her
boyfriend was something that happened every
day."
"Would you like to try it, Mother?"
Stanley heard Rachel say, sure he had to have
heard wrong.
"Hmmm," Ruth Romanowski pondered.
"If you're sure it wouldn't cause a problem."
"It won't be a problem," Rachel said as
she turned and looked at her lover. "Would it,
Stanley?"
Not able to believe what he'd heard so far,
Stanley couldn't accept that she was now asking
him his opinion. The reality was that she had no
plan to wait for his or anyone else's opinion.
Rachel turned her gaze back to her mother, and
still holding the base of her fiancee's cock, offered
it to her.
If Stanley had been shocked when Rachel
took him in her mouth, he was overwhelmed when
she guided his cock into her Mother's.
"Oh God!" Stanley gasped as Ruth
immediately went to work on him, her tongue and
lips proving not only the equal of her daughter's,
but their superior.
On the edge as he was from Rachel's
attentions, just the erotic aspects of Ruth's going
down on him was enough to send him over the
edge. He shot his load into his future Mother in
Law's mouth, enjoying a truly memorable orgasm.
As was his habit, Stanley had closed his
eyes when he felt his climax overtake him. He had
experienced some really incredible sexual
adventures since meeting Rachel, but this had to
top them all. Nothing was going to ever surpass
this he thought. Stanley was about to quickly
learn how wrong a belief that was. He was also
wrong when he thought this particular adventure
was over.
"Rachel, I ..." he started to say as he
opened his eyes a minute after he felt Ruth let go
of his cock.
He didn't get any further as a now topless
Rachel dropped into his lap and shoved her
breasts in his face. She shook her body,
massaging his face with her mounds.
"Suck me." she ordered him as she pressed
one of her nipples against his lips.
Almost involuntarily he obeyed her
command, opening his mouth and sliding his
tongue across her pink stubs. He sucked on her
flesh without thinking, his mind more on the sight
he saw when he looked beyond his lover.
Standing a few feet behind Rachel, her
Mother was in the process of stripping. Already
she was down to her panties and underwear.
"Do you love me?" Rachel asked as she
pulled her breast from his mouth. "Do you love
me more than anything else in the world?"
"Of course I do?" Stanley answered
without having to even think about it, because he
knew with absolute certainty that it was true.
"And you'll do anything for me?" Rachel
asked as she pressed her breasts against his chest
and stroked his face.
"Anything you want." he replied, although
with the slightest of hesitations this time. Stanley
wondered what he was getting himself into.
(missing parts may be found at)
Ann Douglas Web Page
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