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Mrs Michaels part 1-3 (M/F voy, Inc?)
BY Grimace <grimace1@erols.com>
***
This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I hope you like it. Any
comments to Grimace1@erols.com.
Please continue reading ONLY IF YOU'RE OVER 18 YEARS OLD and reading
this story does not break any kind of law in your
community/city/state. Thanks.
Mrs. Michaels By Grimace
I was unemployed, back at home and staying in my old room. I hadn't
been in the old neighborhood in about six years. It is funny how the
old memories and habits come back. I remember staying up late messing
around on the 8088 computer that I had and then sleeping in to noon
the next day. The computer has changed but the times are about the
same.
I rolled out of bed and was heading down the hall towards the
bathroom when I happened to glance out the window that overlooked our
backyard and the neighboring yard. I stopped suddenly and stared out
at my teenage fantasy. I started to get an uncomfortable feeling in my
groin; a mixture between the need to piss and the stiffness of a
hard-on. I moved quickly down to the bathroom so as not to leave a
puddle on the floor. When I had finishing answering natures call I
went back to staring out the window. Out on the back deck of the
neighbors yard was Mrs. Stephanie Michaels wearing a one-piece bathing
suit that showed all the right curves in all the right places.
Scott Michaels had been my best friend when I was in high school. He
and I had hung out at the mall together, gone to the football games
together and compared notes when each of us had lost our virginity. I
really liked Scott but I have to admit one of the extra perks of our
friendship had been Scott's Mom. Mr. and Mrs. Michaels had split up
when Scott was a junior in high school. It was a hard time for both
Scott and his mother. I remember the night it happened. Scott had run
out of the house yelling at his mother for ruining his life. I was
out working in the backyard when I heard the commotion. I edged toward
the fence between the two yards and looked through the French doors
that lead off their deck. I could see Mrs. Michaels sitting at the
dining room table crying and drinking what looked like a coke. Even in
this state she looked gorgeous. She had long strawberry blond hair
that came down just below her shoulders. She was wearing short white
shorts that showed all of her perfectly tanned legs (she sunbathed
back then too) and a tan muscle shirt that did little to hide her
ample breasts. I watched her for about ten minutes and I saw her get
up and refill the drink two more times. Part of me was beginning to
get worried about her and part was felling guilty for thinking such
thoughts when she was so obviously upset.
I decided to go over and check on her. I rang the bell when I began
to have second thoughts. What was I going to say to her? "Sorry your
whole life is falling down around you. Can I help?" Just as I was
about to turn around and leave the door slowly opened and there stood
an unsteady and red-eyed Stephanie Michaels.
"Hello Dennis. Scott is not home. In fact I don't know when he will
be home." With that she started to tear up and went to get a tissue on
the side table. As she bent over to get the tissue her shirt fell
forward and I could see right down the front of her skimpy top. She
wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were the best looking pair I had
ever seen. I immediately started to get a tightening of my groin.
"Actually, Mrs. Michaels. I came over to check on you " I said as I
stared unabashedly at her chest. She lifted her head unsteadily and
must have caught me staring at her because I saw her eyes widen for a
brief instant and then followed her eyes as they dropped to my
stiffening cock. Did I see a look of amusement or lust in her eyes?
"That is very nice of you Dennis. I have not had a very good day.
Matter of fact it was really shitty. I seem to have fucked up my life
and that of my son all in one day." She paused for a moment and said
"I was just going to get myself a drink. Would you care to join me? "
"Sure" I replied as casually as I could " I'll have a beer." With
that she stated to stumble towards the kitchen. She got as far as the
couch and tripped barely falling back onto the couch. "I seem to be a
little inebriated. Would you mind getting our drinks for us. I am
having a rum and coke. The beer is in the refrigerator." I went in to
get the drinks. When I came back she was sitting on the couch with
her legs spread wide. I could see the outline of her cunt as the seam
of the shorts parted her labia. She was staring up at the ceiling
oblivious to my lustful stares. "What is wrong with me Dennis?" she
asked. "Am I ugly? Do I smell? Do I have a shitty personality?" "No,
no and no" I replied as I sat down next to her on the couch and passed
her the rum and coke. "You are a very pretty lady" I said politely.
"You mean for my age, " she said. "For any age" I replied. "Even
yours?" she mumbled as she slid down the couch closer to me. She began
to trace the outline of my leg as she sipped her drink. The feel of
her fingers running lightly up and down my leg made my dick grow
harder. I had to get away before she noticed my erection. As I leaned
forward to get up her hand fell into my lap right on top of my dick.
For a second she hesitated and then she traced the length of my cock
through my pants. I didn't think my dick could get any harder but it
seemed to grow another inch. She reached over and nibbled on my neck
as she rubbed my cock. "Kiss me." She hissed as her lips came up to
meet mine. Our lips touched lightly at first and then the passion took
over. She was the first to part her lips and I took the opportunity to
slip my tongue in. Our tongues seemed to dance for hours as we kissed.
I felt the hand on my groin leave and then she took my hand and placed
it on her breast. I felt her tit through the thin fabric top. Her
nipple stuck out straight at least a half an inch from her breast. It
seemed to reach out for my fingertip as I tentatively brushed its
outline. She broke the kiss and whispered "Maybe we should go up to
the bedroom." We had risen from the couch, hand in hand and started
towards the stairs. Just then we both heard the sound of keys at the
front door. Scott opened the door and stepped into the living room.
I never got that chance again. Mrs. Michaels and I just pretended
that nothing happened. Or maybe in her drunken state she didn't
remember it. I don't like to think that. I know I remembered it many
times over the next couple of years and fantasized about her; my dick
in hand.
My fantasies came rushing back as I watched Mrs. Michaels from the
hall
window. She was lying on her back and her tits fell back into two soft
mounds beneath the swimsuit. She had gained a few pounds since I had
last seen her but this made her sexier and more voluptuous in my eyes.
I had to get in between those tan legs and have those tits surround my
face.
I stopped to think of a way to get into her house. Once I could do
that
nature might take its course. It had almost happened once before. It
could happen again. How would I do this? Then it struck me. I was
unemployed. I needed money. Maybe there were some odd jobs that I
could do for a single woman. When I looked up from my thoughts she was
no longer in the backyard. I ran down the hall and quickly got dressed
in a pair of cutoffs and a T-shirt. I had to do something about this
now. I went over to her front door and rang the bell just like I had
done years before. The door opened and Mrs. Michaels stood there
wearing a terry cloth robe and a towel around her head. "Hello Dennis.
How are you? I heard that you were back in town. Come in." I walked
into the living room and quickly noticed that the room had changed
since I had last been there. The furniture was new and more modern.
She had a large at least 50 gallon fish tank in one corner full of
multicolored fish that had not been there before and an expensive
large screen TV that took up another whole corner. A faint smile
crossed her lips and she absent dried her hair with the towel as she
watched me take in the room. "We've changed a little since you were
last in here haven't we?" "You haven't changed a bit Mrs. Michaels" I
quickly replied. "Thank you Dennis, and call me Stephanie you are
making me feel older by the minute." She bent over and began
vigorously rubbing her damp hair with the towel that had been around
her head. As she did the front of her robe parted and I could once
again see the breasts of my dreams. "To what do I owe this pleasure
Dennis?" She said as she straightened up and put down the towel. " I
was wondering if you had any work that you need done around the house.
I am between jobs right now and I am trying to cover some old
expenses."
Stephanie looked up and into my eyes. "? I think I might have some
things that have been neglected since my husband left. Would you like
a drink Dennis Come into the kitchen and we can talk about what I
would like you to do for me." As I followed behind her I watched the
robe glide back and forth across her ass. I really wanted to reach out
and stroke it. It looked so round and soft. I imagined myself slowly
running my cock up and down between her ass cheeks just before I
penetrated her cunt. Once we got to the kitchen she went to the
refrigerator opened the door and bent down to get two beers out. It
was just the position I often imagined her in. In my dreams Stephanie
would always shed her clothes and then bend over a chair. She would
suggestively wiggle her ass at me and seductively spread her legs
until I could she all of her pink cunt as well as her light brown
asshole. "Dennis, do you want a beer or what? Are you OK honey?" she
was saying as I snapped out of my daydream. I looked at her and saw
the faintest smile cross her lips once again. She knew what I was
thinking.
"Well Dennis I think I have something I need you to do right now.
Come on up to the bedroom. As I followed that perfect ass up the
stairs my dick got hard with the prospects of what it was that
Stephanie wanted from me. Was it finally going to happen? Were we
going to finish what we started years ago? As we reached the top of
the stairs she turned to me. "Dennis I need you to go up into the
attic and get some boxes down for me. They are full of my Ex-husbands
old clothes and I have been meaning to give them to goodwill for a
long time but the boxes are too heavy for me to carry down the attic
steps." The disappointment must have shown on my face because she
looked at me and said "I promise I will pay you well for all your
help."
I started up the attic ladder carefully on the rickety steps. As I
reached about half way up I felt a hand on my bare leg. Her fingers
ran lightly up the outside of my leg and then drifted to the inside of
my leg on their way up towards my crotch. She smiled up at me as her
hand disappeared into my pants leg went under my underwear and came to
rest at the base of my quickly hardening dick. I gasped and then let
out a soft moan as she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock,
When I looked down I saw lust in her eyes and the top of her tits as
the front of her robe parted. "What's stopping you. Aren't you going
to get to work? " She said with a smile. The hand embedded in my
shorts made my descent from the ladder difficult so I reached down and
slid my hand into the warm space between her tits and enjoyed their
vast firmness. I squeezed her right breast gently and moved my hand
back around to the front to feel the incredible nipples that I
remembered so well. Now it was her turn to moan and she let her hand
drop from within my pants down to the belt on her robe. She loosened
the belt and let the robe drop to the floor as I descended the ladder.
I saw for the first time the body that I had dreamed about all those
years. Her tits were gorgeous with very little sag despite her 40
years. The aureoles were large and dark and were tipped by those
incredible nipples. Her stomach was plump but not unusually so. The
tan lines around where the bathing suit had been drew my sight
downward towards the small reddish tuft of hair between her hips. She
had shaven the edges of the pubic hair for her bathing suit the sight
of which I found incredibly sexy. Noticing my huge erection she asked
"Is that for me? "
I responded by pulling off my shirt and undoing my button on my pants
and allowing them both to drop to the floor. My cock was raging hard
so it popped out as I slid my underwear down and off. I pulled her
towards me and ran my hands down her back until they rested on her
firm ass. I kneaded her ass slowly separated her cheeks. My mouth
found hers allowing my tongue to again find the soft inside of her
mouth. Our tongues darted back and forth as she started backwards
toward the large waterbed against the far wall. She fell back onto the
bed pulling me with her temporarily breaking our kiss. I took this
opportunity to explore her tits with my tongue. She had the most
incredible tasting breasts. They seemed to have the light taste of
honey with the remaining tropical smell of her coconut suntan oil. I
licked the nipples upward away from the breast until they stood at
full attention. "Bite them" she whispered and I firmly took her left
nipple between my front teeth. "Harder. I like it harder. You won't
hurt me. " I bit down so hard I thought I would draw blood but all it
did was make her squirm under me and thrust her hips forward. I
lowered my hand to her soft wet cunt as her hips came forward. I found
her clit almost as big as her nipples. I decided that if she liked her
tits chewed on she probably would like to have her clit rubbed hard.
As I stabbed my hand down over her cunt and bit on her nipples she
started to moan loudly and buck her hips even more. Suddenly she let
out a long low moan that sounded like a growl and ended in a high
pitched scream. She lay with her head tilted back and was breathing
heavy as I slid my mouth off her tits and began to tongue her pussy.
Her pussy tasted fantastic and had the most magnificent aroma. I have
never smelled anything like it before or since. I swallowed her pussy
juices, fucking my tongue back and forth faster and faster. After
flicking my tongue over her clit I proceeded to suck on it like I had
her nipple. I sucked until it felt like a small dick inside of my
front teeth. I could hardly keep my mouth attached to her sweet
smelling pussy because she began to grind it into my face, holding
onto the back of my head. "Oh Fuck! Fuck that feels great. Oh Yeah. I
need you in me. Fuck meeeee!" Even though I was thoroughly enjoying
her wonderful tastes and smells my dick needed attention too. I
reluctantly let go of her clit and slid forward. I placed my dick so
that it just danced off hair along the top of her pussy and then I
traced the slit from the top downward until my dick was just on the
outside of her vagina. "Fuck me now." She almost screamed as she
thrust her hips forward in an attempt to get the head of my cock into
the hole that awaited it. " I will but tell me one more time how much
you want it Mrs. Michaels." I said. "Please stick that huge cock into
me. Ram it into to me over and over and over. Come inside of me. Fill
me with YOUR CUM!!!" I rammed my cock home and felt her cunt grip me
tightly as another orgasm washed over her. I started pounding my dick
in and out of her. Each thrust was met by her hips as they came up to
meet my dick. "Play with my tits. I love it when you play with my
tits." I roughly grabbed hold of her right tit and squeezed. "Is that
what you wanted bitch?" "Oh yeah. YES, YES!" I felt the cum rising in
my balls like a volcano ready to erupt. "I am cumming" I growled.
"Give it to me. Fill me with your cum." She replied. Stephanie cried
out in ecstasy, feeling my hot cum squirting deep up inside her pussy.
Afterwards we fell back onto the bed and into each others arms. She
slipped into sleep holding me in her arms my face resting on her tits.
I lay in her arms for probably thirty minutes. I was tired but not
really sleepy, after all I had just recently gotten out of bed. My
face rested lightly on her chest and I felt the light sweat that
coated her breasts. I wanted to taste that sweat so I stuck my tongue
out until the tip danced across her right nipple. The tit had a salty
taste that went well with the lingering taste of her pussy that was
still in my mouth. The nipple began to harden and she started to shift
away from my face so that she was lying on her side with her bare ass
facing me. The sight of her soft tan lined cheeks brought back the
familiar sensation in my groin. I wanted to reach out and stroke her
ass and let my finger tips probe gently down her crack but I knew that
this would surely wake her. I just lay there for a while looked at her
and listened to her. She breathed deeply and contentedly the type of
sleep one has after getting fucked well. As I lay there the air
conditioner kicked in and I could see the chill start from her legs
and travel up her naked back. As goose bumps formed on her butt I got
an idea. As you may have noticed I am always ready to take any
opportunity presented to me. "Be prepared" as the boy scouts always
say and I was nothing if not a good scout. As I was saying, I had an
idea as to how I could warm her up. I slowly slid closer to her on the
bed until my cock rested lightly on her ass. I grabbed hold of my
seven-inch dick and traced the crack of her ass with my swelling dick
head. She began to moan in her sleep as she pushed back with her
luscious ass until my cock was firmly embedded between her cheeks. Her
butt was cold to the touch, which seemed to make my cock harder. I lay
there savoring the feeling of her ass wrapped around my dick. I wasn't
sure I would be able to come again so soon after our last session but
I was willing to give it a try. I reached over her body with my left
hand and traced her soft white breast with my fingers until her nipple
stood straight out. In my short experience with Mrs. Michael's body I
had found one if not THE erogenous zone. "Oh Yes that feels good. Keep
it up honey. You know how much your mother loves getting fucked from
behind." She moaned. "Your mother. Huh?" I thought but I was much to
busy by that point to stop and question her. If she wanted to believe
I was her son, who was I to question it, at least not for now. I eased
my hips back and aimed my dick downward towards her pussy. She lifted
her long leg up and gave me quick access to her still sloppy wet cunt.
I reached down with both hands and parted her ass cheeks so that her
ass hole was exposed. I pushed forward and my dick slipped into the
warmth of her cunt. "Oh yes. Yes that feels good. Fuck Mommy. Fuck me
from behind." I was pumping in and out of her faster now and I could
hear the sloshing sound of her cunt as I eased my dick out to the tip
and slammed it back in. Sweat formed at the base of her spine and
dripped down over her ass and then to the back end of her pussy. I
slipped a hand under her body allowing me to cup both of her breasts
and tweak her nipples as I slammed at her from behind. "Oh yes. Grab
my nipples. I know you love Mommy's nipples. If you fuck me good I
might let you slide that big cock up between them."
Despite myself, I began thinking of my mother. I began thinking I was
fucking her instead of Stephanie. Some people may have found this
repulsive. For some people such thoughts would have caused their
dicks to shrivel up and it would have ended there. But my mother was
also gorgeous in my youth and I had often harbored sexual thoughts
about her when I was a teenager. These thoughts had always resulted
in a temporary hard-on followed quickly by guilt. I wasn't going to
let that happen. This wasn't my mother. This was my best friend's
mother. Not a big difference. Not so big maybe but Scott apparently
had partaken of these same fruits at least once.
I renewed my efforts by pushing harder with my dick and thinking of
the
sensations that were emanating from that area instead of thinking
about my mother. I was beginning to push Stephanie towards yet another
orgasm. She was thrusting back with her ass so hard that I was in
danger of popping out of the warmth of her cunt. I gave her a gentle
push and climbed up onto her back. I could then get a better angle
that kept me firmly planted in her pussy. This was all that was
needed. The change in angle caused my dick to hit a different spot
inside her and sent her over the edge. "Yes, oh yeah BABY. Fuck, Fuck
me now. Fill me up. Yes." She screamed. The feel of her tightening
cunt around my cock was all that I needed too as I filled her once
again with my cum.
I rolled off of her and lay back on the bed tired and satisfied. I
was trying to decide what to do next when Stephanie sat up in bed and
announced " I have to get ready for work. Come in and help me get
ready. " She then walked naked out the door and down the hall. I
rolled down toward the end of the bed so that I could watch her ass as
she walked down the hall towards the bathroom. "Nice Ass." I yelled
out. She turned, smirked and looked at me "Are you coming or what?"
Now I had never cum three times in such a short period of time. I knew
from the tall tales that other guys had told me that this might result
in irreparable damage and mental scaring. What the fuck, I was welling
to risk it if she was.
I followed her down the hall and reached the bathroom just as she sat
down on the toilet to pee. She let the piss rip like we had known each
other forever. I didn't know what to do. I really hadn't spent a lot
of time watching women piss so I found the sights and sounds
interesting but on the other hand I didn't want to stare. I walked
over to the shower opened the sliding glass doors and started the
water running. I turned to see where she was and found her standing
right behind me. "Jump in the water is fine." I said. The shower was
big enough for both of us plus probably two more people. There were
two shower nozzles one each on opposite sides of the stall. The water
came out hot and hard and felt good on my back. I grabbed a bar of
soap and started to wash. I watched as Stephanie pulled the wash
cloth down from the top of the stall door and rubbed the soap into the
cloth creating a thick head of suds. She then placed the cloth
between her legs and gently rubbed the hairs above her clit until the
soap foamed there also. She reached up and rubbed her chest with the
cloth and paid particular attention to her nipples as her legs parted
slightly and her middle finger on her right hand slipped between the
dark folds of her cunt. I watched her hand slide effortlessly up and
down between her cunt lips as the water rolled down her body. The
water formed two or three streamlets which combined to form a steady
stream that dripped from the hairs around her cunt making it look like
she was peeing into the shower. The pace of her hand
quickened and her head tilted back while I watched and gently stroked
my rock hard but tender and soapy cock. She let out a small yelp and
her knees bent as the orgasm came upon her in waves.
For a second or two afterwards she leaned against the wall with her
head tilted back and her eyes closed. She had a glow about her face
and chest that was a sure sign that she had enjoyed herself. I wanted
to touch her but somehow knew that she was best left alone. Finally
she turned, poured some shampoo into her hand and started to
sensuously rub shampoo into her hair without saying a word. I reached
out and ran my hands over her perfect ass and felt the mixture of sex,
soap and water.
We finished the shower and I helped her get dressed. I learned that
she
worked nights as a waitress at a bar so I helped her pick out clothes
that would help her get the best tips. I went through her underwear
drawer (or whatever women call that drawer) and found the softest
silkiest panties she owned. They were cut high up the side to reveal
her long legs much like the bathing suit she had worn earlier. She sat
on the bed waiting and smiling at me. I pulled the panties across my
middle to show her the ones I had picked out. The silk rubbed against
my cock and felt fantastic. I stood there for a moment savoring the
feel of the soft fabric sliding across my growing cock. I have to stop
this I thought or she will think I am some type of sexual freak. I
pulled the panties away from my body and walked toward her so I could
give them to me. "You looked sexy rubbing my panties across your cock.
Will you put them on me now." She said. I bent down in front of her
and slipped the underwear over her feet. As I eased them up her long
legs I let my fingers proceed them up her leg until I got to her
pussy. I bent over and softly kissed her pussy and then as she lifted
her ass off the bed I slid the panties on. I then went back to her
dresser and pulled out a shear silk bra. She stood and turned away
from me as I approached allowing me to place the cups of the bra
properly over her tits. I grabbed each of her tits causing her to
giggle and then nibbled on her neck as she finished putting the straps
of the bra over her shoulders. "You better go get dressed too.
Besides at this rate I will never get to work." I went and picked up
the shorts that lay in a ball in the corner where I had left them and
quickly got dressed.
Once we were dressed, I walked her out to the car. She stopped and
turned to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Were you serious about helping
around the house or were you just trying to get laid?" She said. "I
was serious, the getting laid part was just a added perk." I replied.
"Well the yard needs some work, mowing edging and trimming type of
stuff. Scott usually comes by and does it but he has been out of town
for a couple of weeks. I will pay you cash and if you do a good job I
still might give you the perks. My roommate should be getting home
soon. Unlike me she goes to sleep at night so don't disturb her." With
that she slid into the front seat of her car and drove off. Roommate
huh? I wonder what she looks like?
I went home and got the necessary yard tools to begin to earn my
keep. I started by mowing the lawn. It was late in the afternoon but
it was still hot enough so I pulled my shirt off as I mowed the lawn
and was raking up the mowed grass in the back yard when out of the
corner of my eye I saw a car pull into the driveway. I stepped back
behind a bush at the edge of the house to conceal myself and anxiously
waited to see what Stephanie's roommate looked like. I didn't have to
wait long. The car door opened and the first thing I saw were a pair
of long stocking clad legs emerge from the car. I have always liked a
women dressed nicely and the roommate sure knew how to dress. She must
have some sort of professional because she had a nice dark blue skirt
with a matching coat. The best part was her blouse. It was white and
silky that was cut in a v-neck that stopped respectfully short of
revealing her breasts. She wasn't well endowed but from what I could
tell she wasn't flat chested either.
After she got out of the car she walked to the house with the air of
someone who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it. I
stepped back behind the bush to make sure she didn't see me. I don't
know why I was hiding. I had a very good reason to be there. Maybe in
the back of my mind I thought that I might be able to spy on this
good-looking lady a little longer. I kept busy a while longer raking
the yard and was about to quit due to the falling darkness when I saw
the light go on in the window of what I remembered as being Scott's
first floor bedroom. I dragged the rake with me and headed towards the
well-lit window. I leaned against the house and slid down to the
ground beneath the window. I raised my head slightly so as to peek
through the slightly opened blinds. The roommate was leaning over a
dresser wearing frilly panties that nicely covered her firm ass. She
was topless and her breasts hung down and came to a appealing point as
she bent over. I felt the familiar stirrings in my shorts and shifted
to give myself some relief. She was rummaging through the drawers of
the dresser apparently trying to find a shirt to wear. When she found
a sweatshirt she turned towards me in her half naked glory and slipped
the shirt on over her head. As she was facing the window I became
afraid that she might see me peeking through the blinds and I was
about to sneak away when she reached down and seductively slid her
panties off. For a half a second I stared at her bush oblivious to the
prospect of being caught. It was nearly bald! She shaven it so that
all that was left was a fine line of dark hair that seemed to point
downwards towards and ended just above her bald cunt lips. Her cunt
lips were thick, full and very inviting. She walked toward the bed and
facing me, bent over to retrieve a pair of shorts. She slid the shorts
up her legs and over her crotch without the benefit of underwear. Once
she was dressed she surveyed the room and picked up her discarded
clothes. She then looked right at the window and I thought I was
caught. I slid quickly back away from the window. A few seconds later
the light went off and I heard her walk out of the room. I hoped she
was not going off to call the police. Well, I thought, the best
defense is a good offense. I picked up the rake and started to clean
up the leaves even though it was now almost completely dark outside.
"Honest officer, I was just raking the leaves in the dark and minding
my on business". Yeah right. After a few awkward minutes I jumped the
fence connecting the two yards and headed home for the night. I turned
as I got to the door and saw the roommate at the back window looking
out into the night. She turned and walked slowly away.