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Inamorata

by -- Art Montage


As I pulled around the corner, I noticed the familiar blue Honda Civic 
in my driveway. It was familiar but I was surprised to see it there. My 
sonıs girlfriends (or rather ex-girlfriend) car was a regular fixture in 
my drive way. I was a bit confused, to see Mora sitting in the car. I 
knew my son Dale ended their relationship a week ago, when he went back 
to college.

When I parked my car next to the civic, the 18-year-old got out of her 
car and greeted me with a smile, but the redness of her eyes gave way 
her emotional state.

³Hi Mr. Salzburg,² she said in a shaky voice. She was wearing a bulk 
sweater and a short black skirt.

³Hi Mora...Iım, well how are you?² I didnıt know what to say, I wanted 
to ask her what she was doing here, but I kind of sensed she wasnıt in 
the best emotional state.

³Oh, okay.² she just stared at me, her eyes looking as though the were 
going to release some more tears onto her cheeks.

I was uncomfortable, to say the least. I knew my 20-year-old son Dale 
had broken off their four-year relationship. Though I thought Mora was a 
nice enough kid, I was kind of happy to see the relationship end. I had 
hoped it would at least cool down for the past year or so. Dale had 
started dating Mora when he was 16 and she was 14. They had broken up 
maybe four times in those four years, for a total of a week.

³Would you like something to drink,² I asked her, regretting my 
choices: either I stood outside with the girl crying, or I invited her 
in.

³If you donıt mind?²

³No, not at all.²

I lead her into the house wondering what my role was in this romance. 
My former marriages proved I wasnıt much at solving irreconcilable 
differences. My wife and I had been divorced just about as long as Dale 
and Mora had been together.

Mora found a spot on the sofa as I grabbed a couple diet Pepsiıs. When 
I returned she was blowing her nose and you could tell she wasnıt doing 
a very good job of maintaining her composure. I set the Pepsiıs on the 
end table and sat down next to Mora.

³Mora, are you all right?² I said putting my arm around her, not 
wanting to really be involved, yet not seeming to have any other choice.

³Itıs just that Dale...well you know,² she sobbed. ³Why-why doesnıt he 
like me, have I changed that much?²

The problem was probably more how much she had not changed. Physically 
she had gained a few pounds, but was not unattractive, but -- according 
to Dale -- only had one thing in her mind and that was to get married. 
She had no other aspirations.

³No, itıs nothing to do with you, Dale just needs to have some room. 
Heıs been in college and I think he wanted to...well, I donıt know what 
to tell you Mora,² and I didnıt. I wasnıt about to tell her that once he 
had seen the women of the city, he probably didnıt want to settle for a 
farm girl.

³Is it because Iım not good looking?²

³No, you are a very attractive young woman,² this conversation wasnıt 
getting any easier. I had always preferred to think of Mora as a young 
girl, my sonıs girlfriend, and not as anything appealing. In fact Iım 
sure my son and Mora had sex many times right under my nose, but in 
looking for her innocence, I ignored her voluptuous sexuality. To me, 
she was the picture of innocent -- a vestal virgin.

³Are those other girls better than me, or...um know more...things than 
me?² she was reaching for words,  I knew what she wanted to say, but 
chose to ignore her request for sexual affirmation. She looked up at me, 
pleading for me to tell her my son thought she was great in bed.

³Theyıve taken some college courses, but if you go to college you will 
be as smart as they are.²

³I donıt mean that, I mean mean....² she started sobbing and thrust her 
head against my chest. I didnıt enjoy the tears, but I was just as glad 
to not hear what she meant.

I let her cry and stroked her head. We were in an uncomfortable 
position and after several minutes she moved to gain better balance. She 
set her left hand on my thigh, with her thumb accidentally touching my 
penis. Never have I been in such an awkward position, both figuratively 
and literally.

Mora continued to silently cry, quivering a bit as she did so. The 
friction of her thumb against my penis was causing a very embarrassing 
reaction. I was just about to push her back some, when she looked up and 
said, ³Did Dale ever, ever say anything...you know bad about the way 
I....²

³He always said nice things about you Mora,² I said cutting off the 
direction of the conversation.

³I am really sorry to be such a baby about this,² Mora said and leaned 
her head against me. As she did that I realized my penis had continued 
to expand and Moraıs hand had actually moved to a position of greater 
contact.

I was like an animal caught in the high beams. I sensed that Mora was 
not deliberately playing with my penis, as well as with me, but she has 
found a spot that had me engage.

For a fleeting moment I was thinking no harm, no foul. If Mora was 
innocently causing friction against my penis, couldnıt I just enjoy it 
while she cried herself out?

The situation was bitter sweet. Her touch was very enjoyable, but too 
enjoyable for comfort. My penis had expanded, but was caught in the 
folds of my pants.

Then it seemed like the pressure had disappeared. I knew I hadnıt had 
an orgasm, then I realized, she had undone a button of my jeans. With a 
slight tug, she then had two more buttons unfastened.

³Mor....² was all I could get out because she had started to rub my 
penis through my boxers with her thumb...and in that instant her thumb 
slipped through the fly in my underwear.

I had to say one thing for Mora, she certainly knew how to seize the 
moment. As much as I wanted her to stop, her stealth movements had me 
completely off guard.

I mustered up some moral fiber and pushed her away. Her body moved as 
though she was going to get up and I relaxed. Again I had played into 
her hands, so to speak. As she moved up she grasped my penis and pulled 
up on it. This action pulled it through my fly and she moved down on me 
as quickly as she had pulled out my penis out.

³Moooroo...aaaah² my verbal resistance became a moan of compliance.

The heat from her mouth made me dizzy. She was bobbing her head up and 
down. Caught up in that lust of her act I didnıt notice she had undone 
the rest of the buttons on my pants. I had forgot how nimble one is, 
when making love means hiding away in a car or stair well.

Like a sail luffing in a light wind, I came in her mouth. She became 
still, letting each jerk of my penis pump sperm into her mouth. Calmly 
she held my penis in her mouth and with small swallows sucked up my cum.

As my penis lost its tautness, I regained my composure.

³Mora...²  I didnıt know what to say. I couldnıt say I was sorry or I 
shouldnıt have done that -- that seemed as if it was obvious to both of 
us.

Once again her quickness caught me unaware. She leaned back, and as I 
feared confronting her about how wrong it was for her to perform 
fellatio on her ex-boyfriendıs dad.

She quick removed her sweater, dropping it to the floor by the sofa. I 
couldnıt believe this was happening. I felt like the wheels of little 
train that couldnıt stop turning. Though Mora was carrying a few pounds 
around her waist, it was clear she had gained twice that on her breasts. 
They pointed up when she had her sweater over her head, and never left 
that position when she put her arms down.



                                     ~ ~ ~


³Do you think I have nice tits,² Mora asked as she climbed back onto my 
lap and I realized I had lost all control of the situations. Her superb 
fellatio had drained me, but my 53-year-old cock maintain a resiliency 
that surprised me.

Really, there was only one answer to her question. She had full round 
breast that would draw stares from both sexes for years to come and I 
was in the perfect position to admire them, yet I was uncomfortable as 
hell.

³Mora...I...you are a very attractive girl,² was all I could stammer 
out. In spite of -- or because of -- the guilt I had an unbelievable 
desire to suck her pug nipples that she was lowering to my face. And if 
her tempting breasts and her jeans rubbing against my crotch weren't 
enough to edge me away from any moral resistance, Mora had scented her 
chest with a light perfume that was intoxicating.

Mora was straddling me, her shirt had bunched up around her waist. Like 
many girls with young firm bodies, she wore lace thong underwear. 
Probably not the most sensible or comfortable and I guessed she probably 
had to pull them out of her crotch countless times during the duration 
of a work day, but at the moment I was thinking about my discomfort.

Of course when I say discomfort, it was more an unnerving pleasurable 
sensation of the material rubbing against my penis.

³Mr. Salzburg,² she said and began to push her left breast into my 
mouth. As my mouth formed around aureola, a knee jerk reaction took over 
and I began suckle. It was then that I realized she was uttering my name 
as a command to please her and I felt powerless to resist.

Mora had obviously retain her cheerleader flexibility because she was 
able to keep her breast in my mouth and continued to rub my cock with 
her crotch.

I realized that my hands were no longer holding her back but embracing 
her waist. I was lost in the scent and tactile pleasure of her breasts, 
but not so much that I didnıt feel Moraıs hand begin to fondle my penis. 
Or at least I thought she was fondling my penis, but it soon was clear 
she was actually pushing her panties to the side, freeing access to her 
vagina.

Mora lifted her hips and edged the head of my cock into the folds of 
her lips. She allowed me no further entrance, but my moan against her 
breasts showed her there was no longer going to be any resistance from 
me.

With her hips teasing me, I could feel how hot her pussy was and what 
an exciting destination I was heading toward. Mora knew what she was 
doing and was excelling as a temptress. I gently clamped my teeth gently 
on her nipple so I wouldnıt looks contact when I looked up at her face. 
She was looking down to me smiling a mischievous grin.

I was no longer thinking about how this was once my sonıs girlfriend, 
nor about the fact that she was 35 years younger than me, I only wanted 
to be in her. My hands tightened against her waist and pushed her down 
on to my lap.

³Mr. Saaaalz-burg,² Mora said in feigned innocence.

Taking my mouth from her breasts and leaning forward I was able to 
center her weight over my thighs. For the first time, in 15 minutes of 
sex I kissed her. Our tongues danced like fireflies on a summer night, 
with 100 times the voltage. Then I continued to move forward, off the 
couch and lowered Mora onto the floor.

My penis slipped out, in the change of positions, but once she was 
securely on her back, I found her entrance and parked myself inside her 
warmth. Now that it was a forgone conclusion she had seduced me into 
making love to her, I wanted it to be done right.

I went from zero to 60 in two seconds and continued at that pace. I 
dinıt know if Mora was surprised that a man in his 50ıs could thrust 
into her with such force, or if she had just never had a race horse 
fucking, but there was surprise in her eyes and an erratic, choppy sense 
to her moans. Her moans soon changed to animal grunts.

She began to beg, without any defined request. Never, in the many 2 
a.m. rendezvouses in my son had arranged had I heard such a bestial wail 
from Mora and I was feeling like a master cocksmen.

Once I had her spewing out gibberish, I stopped. I knew I had her on 
the edge, and was ready to finish her off. I moved my face down to her 
clitoris and firmly pulsed my tongue against it. My timing couldnıt have 
been better because after a minute of this pressure Mora was screaming, 
³YES...YES....YES!!²

She tensed her body for two more rubs of my tongue and then began to 
squirm out of control. I continued to ride out her orgasm, adding two 
more orgasms to her realm of pleasure, until she pushed my head away. I 
used this opportunity to remount her. My entering her was like diving 
into a pool of excitement, a very hot pool.

Out of breath from her orgasms, she no longer moaned as I thrusted into 
her. Instead she cooed. Propping myself up with my arms I slid in and 
out of her, watching the young beauty enjoy herself under me. It was a 
pleasure to watch her firm breasts roll with the rhythm of my thrusts.

As beautiful as she was, there was humorous look about her face. After 
all her crying her mascara had run streaks down her face. With my right 
thumb I wiped as much off her cheeks as I could.

Mora opened her eyes and smiled. And inviting smile that drew in my 
lips to her. Our second kiss was my ecstasy. I slipped my hand under her 
ass and pushed her body against me. My cock whimpered into my second 
orgasm of the day and Mora drove her tongue into my throat.

While my testicles squeezed out what was left, I squeezed Mora with a 
tight embrace. I kissed her, once more, lightly and rolled off her, then 
slid against her delicious body. I caught breath and assessed the 
damage. My knees were tingling from rug burns, I could feel a cramp 
coming in my left thigh and who knows what the mental duress I would go 
through in the days to come. What wouldnıt heal, would fade away and I 
just basked in post-coitus euphoria.

³Boy,² Mora sighed. ³That was something Mr. Salzburg.²

³It certainly was,² I replied, smiling wider than I had in several 
years. I lifted her legs and moved mine under hers. Her legs were spread 
and draped over mine, giving me ample access to stroke her pubic hair.

I give her another small kiss and said, ³I like how you call me Mr. 
Salzburg.²

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