Have you screwed my Mum yet?"
"WHAT"
That "What" could have been followed by a row of asterisks, exclamation marks and various other punctuation marks, not to mention a selection of emojis, but the reader with normal sensitivities won't need them to imagine what the reaction would be from a man, laying beside his lover in post-coital bliss, if she posed that question. So how had Frank got to his current situation?
Frank Shipley was in his early twenties, an electronics engineer who had completed his first degree with first class honours and was now involved in a research project as he studied for a masters degree. When he had arrived at his new university he had been searching for accommodation and the lady who helped in the process had made a couple of phone calls and had made appointments for him to visit potential lodgings. The first that he had visited had been far from what he was searching, comprising a slightly grubby bedsit, one of several in an old house, run by a gentleman whose attitude made it clear that he could not expect anything other than the most basic of amenities.
The next was a very different proposition. He was viewing a pleasant detached house in a quiet part of the city, which had the advantage of being only a short walk from the university campus. When he rang the bell it was answered by a pleasant looking, middle aged woman, who looked at him enquiringly.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
"Oh, I've been sent by the university about the room you have for let."
"Hang on, you're a man!"
"Well, yes, last time I checked I seemed to have predominantly male componentry."
"Sorry, I was expecting a young woman named Frances."
"Slight error, I'm Francis, generally known as Frank. Never mind, I'm not planning a sex change in the next few minutes, so I'll leave you in peace."
"No, sorry, I've been very rude. Come on in and have a cup of something while I phone the university and sort this out."
He followed her into the house where she offered him the choice of tea, coffee, beer or wine. He settled for tea, guessing correctly that choosing an alcoholic drink that early in the day would not win him any brownie points. She made the tea, then phoned the university which confirmed the misunderstanding and confirmed that Frank was a bona fide student searching lodgings and that they did not have any girls currently on their list.
"Look Francis generally known as Frank, I've not been taking in lodgers for long and, up to now, I've not been impressed with the two girls who have stayed here, so perhaps a man might not be such a bad idea. Are you reasonably house trained? Both girls seemed to live in a permanent pigsty, both in their own room and in my kitchen, which was not very pleasing."
"My mum cured me of being untidy. She came into my room while I was at school one day and every item of clothing that was on the floor she nailed down. I wasn't best pleased, but ever since then I've been meticulous about putting things away."
"I wish I'd thought of that with my daughter Louise. Anyway, come and have a look at what's on offer and we can both decide if it's right for us both. By the way, you know my name is Wright but I answer to Jane."
She showed him upstairs to the bedroom, which was big and had a TV and HiFi plus plenty of space for studying. It had attached a shower room and a small room with basic cooking facilities, a microwave and a hotplate. She explained that it had been intended to be used as a granny flat by her husband's mother, but she had died before she moved in.
"It's fabulous, but can I afford it?"
"Look, I'm only doing this because I'm lonely since my husband died, and I like to have someone else around the place. Not only that, but I love cooking and it's no fun without someone to cook for as well as myself."
She quoted him a ridiculously low price including meals and laundry, and he took about five seconds to decide to accept, and next day he moved in.
Over the next few months Frank realised how well he had fallen on his feet. Jane was the ideal landlady, more like a mother to him. Her cooking was to die for, and, as he was quite a competent cook himself, they spent quite a lot of time together in the kitchen. She liked throwing dinner parties for her friends and he would help her prepare the food and act as waiter for her. Although he had every facility he needed in his room, he spent most evenings downstairs in her company as, happily, they shared similar tastes in music and entertainment.
Then suddenly everything changed. He had been away for a few days on a visit to another research centre and, when he let himself into the house his usual cry of "I'm home, Jane" was answered by the appearance of a young woman. Not just any young woman, this one was a bit special.
"It can't be you, can it? Not that Louise? You can't be Jane's daughter?"
"And you can't really be Frank, can you? But I am that Louise and I guess you must really be the Frank I knew all those years ago. Talk about small world. I think I need a drink, how about you? Where does mum hide it these days? I need a G & T."
"Mine's a Scotch, and I'll get them as I do know where everything is kept."
So how did these two know each other? Several years before, Frank had gone to a youth camp in France, which comprised a collection of chalets in a wooded area where groups of young people spent a short holiday participating in various activities of a communal nature, nature walks, lake swimming, impromptu theatrical productions, folk dancing and so on. The groups attending were from schools all over Europe, mostly in their mid teens, and accompanied by masters or mistresses as appropriate supported by one or more senior pupils who, as 18 year olds, were old enough to assist in the supervision of the younger cohorts.
After a couple of days the group from Frank's boys school made friends with a group from another English school, this time all girls. The senior girl in this group was called Louise, and Frank was instantly attracted to her. She was a tall, attractive girl, not a raving beauty but very pleasant to look at and with a smile that lit her face up - and this smile was quickly turned on for Frank's benefit. She, too, had an instant attraction to this good looking and well built young man, and it really was a case of love at first sight.
Both of this couple had been educated in single sex schools and in well disciplined households, both were bright students and had been too preoccupied with the academic and sporting activities of their schools to bother too much with the opposite sex. Thus, this sudden awakening of both mental and physical attraction for each other was a bit overwhelming, and they struggled to cope with it. Their first kiss happened soon after they had met, when they had taken a walk together in the woods and, having stopped to listen to the birdsong, they turned and fell into each others' arms. It was a clumsy affair of clashing noses and banging of teeth, but instinct swiftly improved matters and they had soon got the hang of it. From that point on they couldn't bear to be apart, and they took every chance to be together so that they could thrill to the feel of bodies closely held together, and Louise became aware of Frank's arousal as she pulled him close to her.
Despite the physical attraction neither made any attempt to touch the other intimately. The nearest they came was when they were swimming together and they managed to find a secluded spot on the lakeside and they clung together, their wet bodies intertwining and Frank's hands roamed across her back and down to hold her firm buttocks. Before anything more enterprising took place they heard the sound of a boat approaching and they hurriedly broke apart, but the proximity of the two half naked bodies together had accentuated the unspoken need that they felt to go further.
All too soon the day came for the holiday to end. A farewell celebration had been arranged with a barbecue and music and dancing. No alcohol was allowed on the camp, but the staff had brought some in to celebrate the end of the visit, and the staff and senior pupils, who were at least 18 and legally old enough to drink, were able to imbibe a choice of wines and beer, plus some local eau de vie, distilled fruit liqueurs, which had a fairly dramatic kick. Neither Frank nor Louise had ever drunk more than a tiny amount of alcohol, and a couple of drinks had a dramatic effect on loosening their inhibitions. They slipped away while the party was in full swing and made their way into Louise's bedroom.
What followed was little short of a disaster. Together, in a clumsy, fumbling, incoherent way, they lost their virginity. For him it was a totally unsatisfying disappointment, nothing like the passionate, exciting happening he had fantasised about. For her it had been a painful, clumsy violation of her body, the combination of a dry vagina with a hymen that had taken considerable force to rupture had left her near to tears and regretting the whole business. They had only just separated when they heard the sound of the girls returning to the chalet, and Frank had had to quickly dress and leave by the window to avoid their being found together.
During the night there was a violent storm and the boys' chalet was flooded. By the time that everything had been tidied up and Frank could get away to go and say his farewells to Louise, the bus had arrived to take the girls to the airport and she was gone. A miserable ending to a love affair that had promised so much, and they hadn't even swapped addresses, in fact they didn't even know each others' surnames. Their schools were over a hundred miles apart, and neither felt like trying to make contact, so that was the end - till now.
Once they were settled with their drinks she explained that she was Jane's daughter, back for a few weeks from the university in France where she was studying. It transpired that Jane's elderly mother was ill and that she had gone to look after her, leaving Louise in charge of the house, and with instructions to look after Frank.
"She says I'm to make sure you are fed and watered, I suppose a Scotch covers that bit, but I'm not a brilliant cook like her. She said you can cook, so perhaps we can do dinner together."
They prepared a meal, with Frank doing most of the work, then enjoyed the steaks he had cooked, together with a bottle of Merlot. They took their coffees outside and sat together on the swing settee, chattering about everything except what had happened between them, till she finally raised the subject.
"There's an elephant in the room that we are trying to ignore, but we can't go on pretending that what happened at that bloody camp didn't actually happen, can we?"
"No, you're right, and I've been dreading the moment. I'm not sure what to say, except how sorry I am that what had been the best thing that ever happened to me was ruined by my stupidity. I should never have forced myself on you like that, and I'll never forgive myself."
"Don't be daft, I wanted to do it as much as you did, if we hadn't both been a bit pissed we'd either not have done it or have done it better. But it was a bit of a catastrophe, wasn't it? It certainly wasn't the dreamy, romantic joining of two lovers that I had expected. Just a sore pussy and a couple of weeks dread while I waited for my next period."
"I must admit that during the years I've often wondered whether the worst had happened, and I thought about you having a baby or an abortion."
"So you hadn't forgotten me?"
"I've remembered you as my first love and hated myself for how I made such a mess of it. Oh well, I guess you've had more successful sex since then to learn how it should be done."
"Funny you should say that. No, I didn't get pregnant, but I was convinced that I'd never have sex again. I was horribly unhappy for some time, till my mum suggested I should spend some time with my Aunt Alice and Uncle Bert. Well, they're not really Aunt and Uncle, some distant cousins seven times removed or something, but I'd always known them as Aunt and Uncle. They were - are - a couple in their forties, both full of life and mum thought they might cheer me up. That they did, though not the way mum would have expected."
"Alice - she told me to drop the Aunt bit - did her best to try and cheer me up but I was inconsolable and one day she found me in my bedroom in floods of tears. She sat down and put her arm round me and said she'd kiss my tears away, which she certainly did. Her idea of kissing away tears was, to put it mildly, inventive, and, by some magic spell that she cast, in no time we were both naked. What she and I did together then certainly changed my resolve never to have sex again, the only downside being that I realised that I was a lesbian, and that's why you and I were such a spectacular failure together."
"Then what I thought was going to be a disaster occurred. Bert had been away working for two days, days that Alice and I spent mostly in bed together, but he came back early and discovered us on the bed with Alice's head between my legs. I expected him to be furious, but he just said "My, that's a pretty sight." and stripped off and joined us on the bed. And that's when I realised that I wasn't a lesbian, it's just that I like any old sex, bi-sexual I suppose is the technical term. Since then I've had a few sexual encounters with both sexes, and now I know what to do it's lots of fun - but I've only had one lover."
"Who was that, and what was so special about him - or her?"
"Never you mind. How's your sex life been."
"I was shattered after our débâcle, but I must admit I never considered not trying again, but I wasn't in any hurry, and my next attempt was a bit of an accident."
"Interesting accident it must have been."
"Well perhaps accident is the wrong word, but I certainly didn't plan it. My dad had - has - a business which is mainly based on garden centres, but he also has a sideline of swimming pool maintenance. In the summer holidays I used to earn pocket money by going to some of his customers and doing the weekly clean and check. He had one client who had a very large garden and pool, and after I had dealt with the pool a couple of times he asked me to mow the lawns for him when he was away on business, which was quite often. One day I went and did the mowing, getting up a good sweat in the process as it was a really hot day, and then went to clean the pool. When I entered the pool enclosure I found that Cheryl, the owner's wife, was sitting on the steps in the pool. She gave me a big smile and said that I looked hot, so why didn't I join her in the pool. I said that I hadn't got a costume, to which she replied that neither had she, and she then stood up to confirm that she was mother naked."
"Needless to say, being a well brought up young lad, I did as I was told and joined her - in more ways than one. We soon made use of the loungers and that was the beginning of my sex education, at which she was a very competent teacher. This process carried on till the end of my holiday when Eric, the client, invited me round for a drink and to collect my pay."
"I want to thank you" he said "for looking after the pool and the lawn, not to mention Cheryl. We really appreciate the attention you gave her, especially as she is now pregnant, thanks to you."
"As you might well guess, I nearly choked on my drink, but when I had finished spluttering he carried on."
"Don't look so horrified, it's just what we wanted. We've been trying ever since we were married, but I got tested a few months back and found out that I only fire blanks, and I'll never get her in the family way. So we talked through all the possibilities, IVF and Artificial Insemination seemed to be the only practical route. IVF is quite an invasive process and we don't fancy not knowing who the father is, so we started thinking about the only natural way - for Cheryl to have sex with another man. We'd just decided to go that way, and had started going through the list of potential partners without really fancying any of them, when you appeared on the scene."
"I'd forgotten you were due that day" continued Cheryl "and I was swimming naked as I always do if there's no one around - unless it's Eric, and we do have fun in the pool. But when I saw you there, looking all sweaty and desirable I knew that this was too good a chance to miss. I didn't guess that I'd have to teach you how to do it properly, but that was fun as well and you're getting quite competent - not up to Eric's class, he may fire blanks but they make one hell of a bang."
Eric carried on "So you've done us a great favour. We'd like to have two kids, so, if you're feeling in the mood during next year's summer holidays, well, please look after the lawn and the pool and Cheryl again. Just don't get too good at it, I don't want to lose her to a youth like you."
"Anyway, I did as requested the next year and am now godfather to a boy and a girl who do look a bit like me. A big bonus was that after the second one was born I found that my bank account had grown by ten thousand pounds, thanks to Eric. He told me that he could well afford it, and that I'd saved him the cost of several courses of IVF. So that ended two spectacular holidays. The only downside was that sometimes when I was having sex with her, I wished it had been my first love in my arms. Apart from Cheryl, I've had a couple of casual affairs, nothing serious, hoping one day someone would turn up that I could fancy a real relationship with."
"Well, it looks as though we've both had an interesting sex life, though mine didn't add to the world's population problem. So what now? Are we just good friends or..."
"Interesting question. As it's too dark for me to see what sort of expression is on your face I'm not quite sure how to react. Suppose we moved a little closer to each other, just to see if we can feel any...attraction?"
"I seem to remember that you were a pretty good lover before the disaster happened. Your kissing and cuddling was certainly very pleasant, maybe now we should try and see if it still has the same effect?"
They moved closer, and rapidly took up where they had left off those years ago. All the memories of their physical attraction proved to be correct, as their faces found each other and lips and tongues and teeth mingled in the age old mating routine. Their arms were round each other, trying to hold as closely as they could, him feeling the softness of her waist and roaming over her firm bottom. After an age they finally came up for air.
"Right, Frank Shipley, for better, or even better still, I want you as I've never wanted anything - not since the last time I wanted you, years ago. But this time is going to be wonderful, I just know it. Just take me to bed and prove that I was right when I fell in love with you."
"Louise, my love, I'll do my very best. Just to make sure we got the best chance, it might help if you told me anything you want me to do, or not do."
"I'm up for anything, as long as it doesn't involve whips or anything painful."
"Pity that, you've got a lovely bum, just right for a good spanking. Apart from that?"
"Tell you what - I'll just lie on my back with my legs open and let you get on with it, and you'll know whether you've got it right or wrong. Come on, less talk, more action. Your bed or mine?"
They went up to his bedroom, Frank admiring the movement of her buttocks as she ascended in front of him. She turned to him and, with no comment, took her clothes off. It wasn't a striptease, it was just an undressing, and he quickly followed her example.
"It's odd, we've had sex together, yet we've never seen each other naked, as you insisted on keeping the lights off, and I never fully stripped. I just remember a faint image of you from what little light got through into the room. I thought you looked pretty good, but I only knew the half of it - you're just gorgeous."
"Thank you, kind sir, you're not too shabby yourself. Did I really take all that cock in me at once? No wonder I was sore the next day. Now, show me what you've learnt."
She did as she had promised, and lay on the bed with her legs parted. Her body was certainly well worth the long look that Frank was giving her. She was quite tall and beautifully proportioned. Her breasts weren't huge, but even laying down they stood up proudly, the pale skinned mounds topped by pale pink aureoles and coral nipples. Her trim waist sloped out to firmly rounded hips, enclosing her flat belly above a pubic mound covered by a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair. With her legs slightly parted her vulva was hidden by the hair, and his eyes were drawn to her long, shapely legs.
Frank leaned over and kissed her gently, first on the lips, then working his way down her cheeks and neck and on to the rise of her breast, while his hand slid up from her waist to the other breast, which he fondled gently. She murmured appreciative noises as he explored further his hand sliding down to her pubis, then his fingers searching for the cleft of her vulva. His fingers slid between her lips, which he found were already soaked with the juice from her vagina. He slid a finger up to find her clitoris, but he only caressed it for a few moments before she pushed his hand away.
"Forget the big presentation, just put that cock inside me and ride me hard and fast. I've dreamed of this moment for so long, I know you'll be kind and considerate, but that's not what I want. I just want you to take me as brutally as you can. Do it!"
He didn't need any further instructions, and he climbed on top of her as her legs spread wide to welcome him. Her hand grasped his hard penis and led him to her inner lips. As he felt the hot wetness against his glans he pressed forward in one long thrust, and felt her willing flesh being stretched open as he filled her vagina, and he felt contact with the entry to her womb as his pubis collided with hers. Her response was a sharp grunt as his whole body engulfed her and his weight forced the breath out of her. Responding to her orders he didn't hang about to savour the joy of the feel of her body under his, but began a rapid thrusting, long hard strokes without mercy. His pushed his hands under her pliant body and grasped the firm globes of her arse, his fingers probing deep into the hot cleft.
This was no love making, just a fierce animal coupling. She responded to his strength, picking up the rhythm of his mating and pushing up under him. They were both rushing toward a climax and, as she felt his movements become even faster till he was on the verge of ejaculation she found the force to arch her back off the bed, her whole body rigid. As he felt the first rush of fluid begin his fingers found her anus and she felt the double penetration and erupted, her vagina clutching his flesh and holding him f tightly as she felt the surges of his orgasm in the finale of the mating process. She wasn't a noisy lover, but just quietly moaned a long outlet of breath as they both slowly relaxed from the fierceness of their passion.
That was just the start of a long session of wild sex and gentle lovemaking. Finally they fell asleep, tangled in each others' arms, to wake up very late the next morning. After they had both relieved themselves, they returned to the bed and lay quietly together. That was when she dropped the bombshell
"Have you screwed my Mum yet?"
Let's not go through the spluttering that ensued, but he finally spoke coherently.
"You've just spent the night making love with me, you've told me several times that you love me, why the hell should you suggest I should be having it off with your Mother?"
"Actually I only asked if you have done it, not whether you should in the future, but I don't see why you shouldn't. She's a nice looking woman with a well preserved body, and you're sharing a house with her. What's not to like?"
"I've never even thought about it. I agree, she is nice to look at and I'm very fond of her, but she's slightly older than my mum, and now it turns out she's my lover's mother."
"Well, I'm going to be away in France for at least a year and I'd be much happier if I knew you were getting your oats at home, not shacking up with some pox ridden tart. And I'm sure she hasn't had sex since my dad died, so you'd be doing her a favour."
"Bloody hell, you haven't got much faith in my taste in women, have you? After all, I picked you as my first, don't think you are pox ridden, are you? And are you now giving me formal permission to seduce your mother?"
"Sorry, no, I'm sure you'd stick to well brought up young ladies like me. And yes, I'd be quite happy if you crept into my mum's bed and brightened her life up. At least I'd know where to find you when I get back and trap you for life."
"Oh, is that a marriage proposal? How very modern woman. If so, the answer's yes. Now, how about a quickie before breakfast?"
For the next few days they spent all their time when Frank wasn't at work in finding out all the details of their lives, their personalities, the things that establish a relationship. And, of course, they passed many happy hours making love, from wild sex through hilarity to gentle caressing, with repeated declarations of their love. Then, one night just as they had made love yet again, the bedroom door opened and Jane entered, returned early from her visit to her mother.
"Oh, I see you two have got to know each other all right. I should have guessed that my lascivious lodger would take advantage of my innocent daughter and ravage her - he did ravage you, I presume."
"Oh yes, mum. He keeps on doing it, he's a right randy ravager. I keep on telling him not to, but I'm defenceless against his wicked ways. But not to worry, I've told him he's got to marry me, look at this." and she held out her hand with the engagement ring he had given her glittering.
"That makes everything all right then. See you at breakfast time."
Louise stayed for a few more days, and during that time Frank's relationship with Jane changed subtly. They had always had a comfortable relationship, but now it was more as though he was one of the family. Louise helped this along one evening when they were going to bed and she kissed her mother goodnight.
"Really Frank, if you were in France you'd give your mother-in-law-elect a kiss morning and night, I think you should do it, even if you aren't French."
So he did, kissing her gently on each cheek as instructed by her daughter. This carried on after Louise returned to France, having pointed out to Frank that this was just a first step to seduction.
"I'll be disappointed if you haven't got into her bed in the near future, she needs a man."
Having his lover's positive instruction to seduce her mother, Frank decided to take his time, starting by finding excuses to touch her. The kissing was a good start and got even better when, as he went to kiss her goodnight one evening she turned slightly, and, as a result his lips landed on hers instead of the normal cheek. He didn't make a meal of it, just a soft and quite brief contact, but it elicited a smile from her and no negative comment, so this became their regular kiss. She never remarked on the change, but her lips parted slightly under his touch and he guessed correctly that she found it as pleasant as he did.
He now found that it was quite easy to manoeuvre himself when they were cooking together, so that he would need to be close to her, and touch her gently if he needed to encroach on her working space. On occasions he would slip an arm around her waist as he passed her, which usually got a smile from her in response.
Jane ran a successful business which she and her late husband had built together, and was the president of a business-women's club, which, apart from being a networking organisation, also carried out a lot of charity work. She was persuaded to get involved in the organisation of a sponsored ten mile walk, and, as President, she had no option but to participate herself. She was a very fit woman, and kept in trim by going to the gym and also swimming regularly. However, she didn't normally do a lot of walking, and felt the need to do some serious walking in advance to get her feet and legs accustomed to this new form of exercise. She was talking about this to Frank one evening.
"I'll have to get some serious walking in, or I'll finish up looking a blistered idiot. Trouble is I find it boring, especially as it will only be around the park. I don't fancy going far out of town on my own."
"That's all right, I'll come with you. After all, you've conned me into entering the blasted walk, so I could do with some practise as well, and we can go somewhere interesting, with a meal at the end if we can find a suitable hostelry."
"You're a hero, Frank. Sunday morning, OK, and I know just the pub to finish at for lunch."
They walked together on a pleasant sunny day, a contrast to the storm that had taken place overnight. This had resulted in a tree being blown across their path, and they had to scramble over a mess of broken branches. At one point Frank went ahead, then offered his hand to Jane to help her over. When they were clear they continued their walk.
"I don't know if you have noticed, but you are still holding my hand."
"Well, so I am. A very pleasant hand it is too, so I'll carry on holding it for a bit, if that's all right with you?"
"You're an idiot, Frank."
But she didn't withdraw her hand, and they carried on like that till the end of the walk. Over lunch they talked about the walk, and how it was the first serious one that she had tried for many years.
"I enjoyed it, and I feel well for it, except my feet are a bit sore."
"I'll give you a foot massage if you like. I used to do it regularly for my mother. My dad was a physio, but he was always busy so he showed me how to do it, and she said I was better at it than he was."
"That sounds nice, you can do it now if you like."
"Better if we do it at home, then you can give your feet a soak first and you won't be putting your boots back on."
When they got back home she did as he suggested and went and had a hot bath before returning to the lounge wearing a dressing gown over her nightdress. She sat in an armchair and he sat on a footstool and lifted her feet into his lap. He spent quite a long time massaging the pretty feet, then began to move upwards, massaging the muscles of her calves. As he approached her knees, she asked him if he was aware that her feet only went as high as her ankles.
"Sorry, I should have said. My dad always told me to relieve the tension in the calves after I'd done the feet. My mum loved it, so I did it automatically."
"I don't suppose your mum was wondering just how far you were planning to go. Anyway, you've done an excellent job, what with the bath and the massage, I feel ready for another walk next week, if you're up for it."
Later he was reflecting on the massages he used to give his mother, and had a sudden and surprising thought. When he had been looking after her all those years ago, he recalled that she used to pull her skirt much higher that was necessary for him to look after her calves, and on occasions he would get a view of her knickers. Once, when she came down after her bath wearing her nightdress she pulled it up high enough for him to get quite a prolonged viewing of her pubic hair and, as her legs parted a little, the pink gash of her vulva made a brief appearance. He was fascinated by this first ever viewing of a woman's private parts, but at no time did the thought cross his mind that she might be letting him know that she could welcome some more intimate massage. After all, he was a young teenager, she was an old woman of over thirty and, above all, she was his mother.
Now he wondered whether he had imagined it, so, next time he went home for a visit, he offered her a foot massage, just like the old times. She happily agreed, and went and bathed before appearing wearing just a nightdress that came down just to her knees and was of a clinging, translucent material that left little to the imagination, showing that, though she was now over forty, she still had a very attractive body. When she lay back in the chair she pulled up the skirt far more than was strictly necessary, and again her pubic hair was just on show. He massaged her feet and calves as normal, but, when he reached her knees, he continued upwards over her firm thighs.
After a bit, she murmured unconvincingly "Oh, you shouldn't be doing that Frank", but after a while the murmur was far more enthusiastic "Oh yes, Frank, yes my darling boy, oh yes, yes oh..." and so on.
But that's another story, back to the seduction of Jane.
Some time later they were talking together when the phone rang, and Jane answered it. He could only hear her side of the conversation, but it was obvious that she wasn't happy.
"Problem?"
"Not so you'd notice. Poor old John's gone and broken his leg and won't be able to get to our big do."
The 'big do' that she mentioned was the annual dinner dance arranged jointly between the Women's and Men's Business Clubs. This raised a lot of money for charity and this year was being organised by the Women's group, of which Jane was the President.
"So who's John and what's so difficult if he's not there?"
"John always partners me at this sort of event, I'll be lost without him."
"Oh, so he's your boy friend."
"Hardly. He's as queer as a seven pound note, but his partner lets him out for these dos. It's a bit late to find someone else...unless...I don't suppose you'd like to spend an evening with a bunch of oldies - the food's usually pretty good, and I'll pay for you."
"I'd love to, it'd be nice to see you in Presidential mode."
"You really are a gem, Frank. It's black tie, but I reckon my husband's DJ might fit you, if not I'll hire one. It would be too much to hope that you might be able to dance - proper ballroom, not the arse wriggling rubbish that passes for dancing at night clubs and such."
"It really is your lucky day. As it happens I can dance, proper dancing as you would put it. My parents were competition winners, and my older sister was pretty good. Trouble was that the lad she competed with was keen to get in bed with her, and when my dad found them having a grope together he slung him out, which left Anne without a partner. Mum then insisted that I should partner her, in the sure knowledge that, apart from being related, we couldn't stand each other, so there was no risk involved."
"So you learnt to dance just to please your parents?"
"Well, there were threats and bribery involved, but it just so happened that I seem to have a reasonable aptitude for dancing, so I quite enjoyed it, especially as it pissed my sister off no end that she had to put up with little brother leading her. Anyway, why does it matter whether I can dance or not?"
"The tradition is for the organising President to start the dancing after the meal, and it's an excellent opportunity for me to make a complete prat of myself. There's a night club in town that has a couple of ballroom dancing sessions every week during the early evening. Would you mind coming along so we can get an idea of how compatible we are?"
"No problem, I think I'm going to enjoy this."
They duly went to some of the sessions and it was immediately obvious that they were ideal partners. From the first time they took to the floor there was an close rapport, starting with routine dance steps and quickly progressing to more complicated moves, especially when they tried the tango, with its dips and sways and close interlinking of their bodies. Although they were concentrating on the complex steps and developing an understanding of each others thought processes and movements, nevertheless they were also very aware of the physical contact involved. He was enjoying the sensation of his hands holding the firm flesh of her waist and back, and the contact of his legs against hers, sliding deep between them in the intricate moves, and she felt the presence of his genitals pressing against her at times - sometimes more apparent than others.
On the night of the dinner dance, as they were preparing to leave, as usual, the male of the species was ready ages before the female. Frank was resplendent in Jane's husband's DJ, which fitted him perfectly, and he had tied his own tie - a first for him - and pinned a red carnation in his lapel. When she finally descended the stairs he gave a long wolf whistle. She was wearing a long black dress cut low over her breasts, and with a deep cut at the rear. It had thin shoulder straps, and it was obvious that the support for her generous breasts was built in to the fabric. Medium height shoes accented the shape of her trim calves, encased in black stockings..
"You look gorgeous - good enough to eat."
"Well, don't start feasting just now - I don't want to appear with bite marks on my exposed bits. The taxi's here, let's go."
The evening was a great success. After the formal meet and greet, an excellent meal was served, and some very good wine was drunk. Then followed the speeches, for which Frank had been enlisted to help Jane write hers - as she said, a couple of slightly risqué jokes always go down well - the MC then announced that the dancing would be formally started by the President and her partner, and Jane and Frank took to the floor.
When he had taken part in competitions he had never felt the slightest concern, perhaps because he didn't really care and only his personal pride had ensured that he put up a good performance. This time was different, he really cared, not for himself, though his pride again played a part, but because he really cared a lot about the woman he was leading onto the floor. He had a sudden fear that he might let her down, but he needn't have worried. The moment he took her in his arms and they took their first steps as the band struck up the first notes of a quickstep, it was clear that the rapport between them that had showed up when they had practised together was solid, and that they were a perfect couple.
Normally the crowd would join in quickly for the first dance, but this time they hung back to watch June and Frank put on a fine display of ballroom dancing. They went from end to end of the floor in a series of fancy steps which got them a round of applause at its end, much to their embarrassment. After this Frank was in great demand, especially from the unattached ladies who probably hadn't danced with a man in ages, rather having to dance bust to bust in the absence of male partners. However, when the MC called for a tango there were very few couples on the floor. Before she stood up to dance with Frank, Jane undid the long concealed zip on the flowing skirt of her dress and, when they moved through the steps requiring her to bend backwards, she revealed a long leg encased in black net stocking and a strip of white thigh above.
Needless to say, this produced applause and appreciative whistles and when they finished the President of the Men's Group announced that, if they would repeat the performance that the hat would be passed round to collect for the charity. Needless to say, they then repeated the exercise, with Jane's zip open even further. They went through all the most extreme dips and sways and Jane was bent backwards nearly double, thus exposing even more leg and tantalising glimpses of her lacy black knickers. The applause was deafening, and the collection raised a large sum for the charity.
After their exhibition, they both danced with various partners, Jane leaving her long leg on display. Finally, well into the early morning - one of the richer sponsors having bribed the hotel to stay open longer than usual - the last waltz was announced, and Frank reclaimed Jane. He had had a discreet word with the MC and, as a result, as the dance progressed the lights were progressively dimmed so that only the glitter ball was alight. This time Frank didn't try any fancy steps, but just held Jane close in his arms, doing the same as the other couples on the crowded floor, just having a good smooch. As the lights dimmed his hands moved down her back and one slid down through the low back of her dress and into her knickers, allowing him a long fondle of the firm, generous flesh. Meanwhile his lips descended onto hers in a long kiss, their tongues gently probing each other. Now he was no longer having to concentrate on his dancing and the sensation of the warm body, the big breasts and the thighs against him had the inevitable result and she was able to feel the growing pressure of his tumescence against her lower belly.
"I'm going to eat you when we get home." he breathed into her ear, before nibbling the lobe.
"Promises, promises." was her only reply, as she gently separated from him at the end of the dance, though she was careful to ensure that she stayed in front of him as they went back to their table to help hide the his very considerable tent in his trousers.
As the event drew to a close, Jane did her presidential duties, thanking the staff and so on, then she phoned for a taxi to take them home. When they arrived she told Frank to pour drinks, and they both sat and savoured a single malt whiskey. She was half reclining on a settee and, as she had not bothered to close the zip, her skirt fell open revealing her stockinged leg with its suspender and her lacy knickers, and she made no effort to hide this alluring display.
"Well, I hope you thought tonight was worth all the work you had put in."
"Oh yes. We raised a hell of a lot of money, and I thought it was great fun. You seemed to be enjoying yourself with all the cougars you were dancing with."
"It was one of the best nights out I remember. But dancing with you put the cream on the cake. You do realise that a hell of a lot of the money was raised by you flashing your knickers? That tango was sensational, and the last dance was something special."
"Oh God, yes, I suddenly noticed at one stage how many people were videoing us. I hate to think of that going viral - I'll never be able to hold a serious committee meeting without someone making snide remarks. But, talking of the last dance, when the lights went dim, some swine got his hand down the back of my dress and onto my bare arse, not to mention that someone stuck his tongue in my mouth."
"How awful, it must have ruined your evening. Anyway, you were moaning about your feet being sore from all that dancing, so I'd better massage them for you."
"Yes, that would be very nice Do you want to do it here, or would it be better on my bed?"
"I think the bed would be a good place, you can really relax while I do it."
They went up to the bedroom, Jane staggering slightly on the way,
"I think you should take off your dress or it will get badly creased."
"Good idea, you do it for me."
He moved behind her and unzipped her dress. As he pushed the shoulder straps down, she shrugged, and the dress slid slowly down to land in a heap around her feet. That was when Frank found out that all that was under the dress was a pair of lacy knickers and a garter belt supporting her stockings. He stood and admired the lovely body now on show. He had never guessed that a lady in her fifties could be so desirable. She kept herself in good trim, and her generous breasts showed little signs of sagging and were asking to be caressed and kissed, something he had every intention of doing in fairly short order. For now he just supported her while she stepped out of the dress and moved across to lie down on the bed.
He kept up the pretence that he was just going to massage her feet, and unclipped each stocking in turn and carefully rolled it down the length of her leg. When they were removed, he sat on the edge of the bed and took a foot in his hands.
"I might massage you a little higher than usual tonight."
"You don't have any designs on my innocent young body, do you? You weren't planning to despoil it in any way, I hope?"
"Actually I have every intention of doing several quite unspeakable things, since you asked."
"Oh goody. Unspeakable sounds just the thing. By the way, wouldn't you find it easier if you were a little less fully dressed?"
"Good point. These trousers are just a bit tight. I'll just take off the fancy dress and hang it up in my bedroom."
He went into his bedroom and stripped off the dress shirt and tie, the shoes and socks and the dress suit trousers and hung them up. When he returned to her room he found that she was fast asleep. He debated waking her, but thought better of it, and instead just covered her and went back to his own bed. It was a few hours later when he awoke blearily to see in the early morning light that she was standing by his bedside, completely naked.
"Move over, I'm coming in."
She climbed under the covers to lay beside him. Without another word her hands slid over his stomach, grasped the waist band of his boxers and began to push them down. He lifted himself so that she could push them down his legs and they were soon discarded. She then dived down under the bedclothes and next thing he felt his limp penis being engulfed in her warm mouth. Needless to say it did not stay limp for long, as she pushed his foreskin back with her lips and lapped his glans with her skilful tongue. She then turned on her side away from him, but the hand behind her back grasping and pulling on his now rampant cock left no doubt in his mind that he should follow and, after she had wriggled herself into place, he found it being guided into the heat of her very wet vagina.
By some thought transfer process, he knew exactly what she wanted. It wasn't the way he had anticipated their mating. After the excitement of the dancing and their first kiss on the dance floor he had expected a fierce coupling, not this gentle union as his penis slid slowly and smoothly deep into her waiting flesh, as it slid apart to welcome his intrusion. He moved gently in and out, hearing from her only happy sighs. His hand was resting on her thigh, but he sensed her need for more intimate caresses and slid around her waist and down across the mat of hair till he found the top of her cleft, then probed her till he felt the bulge of the hood over her clitoris. As his finger rubbed across the hood he could feel the emergence of the hardening bud of her ultimate source of pleasure. This was the only time she spoke, just a murmured "Yes" as she confirmed the success of his actions. He carried on in the same way, just slightly upping the tempo as he sensed her growing tension, till at last he reached his climax with the rush of his fluid high into her canal. At the same time he began to rub her clit vigorously with the immediate response that her body stiffened and her pussy muscles rippled on his surging cock.
After a while they both relaxed. His hand moved to hold her waist and keep her close to him, but, as his cock softened they gradually parted and uncoupled. They lay in silence for a while, till at last she spoke.
"Well, that was nice, but it took you long enough, didn't it? You would have been welcome in my bed a week after you moved in."
"I wouldn't have dared. Good lodgings are hard to find, and I certainly wouldn't have risked being chucked out for making a pass at the landlady."
"That and the fact that you hadn't even thought of having sex with an old woman like me. I presume my daughter put you up to it. I did notice your attempts at slow seduction began after your affair with her."
"What a thing to suggest - your daughter pimping her mother."
"Yes, I was right, then."
"I will say this - I've been told that, if you want to know what a girl will look like when she gets older, look at her mother. Well, I'm very happy about the looks of my wife to be."
"Flattery will get you everywhere. Now, I'm hungry, let's go and have breakfast, then we can have a shower and then...who knows?"
They went down to the kitchen, where she cooked him a magnificent breakfast, a full English fry up, bacon, eggs, sausage and toast. They were still both naked, and she finally complained that her legs were sticky from where his cum had leaked out of her pussy, so they went up to the bathroom. This contained a big shower, with plenty of room for two, and where they began to wash each other, taking plenty of time. When he washed her back, his hand roamed down to her luscious arse, and he took his time caressing the firm globes, gradually allowing his fingers to penetrate the cleft till he found the soft indent of her anus. He ensured that his fingers were well soaped, then pressed gently against the entrance until he felt the warmth as he penetrated into her passage. He felt her sphincter yield to his pressure and his finger slid into its full depth. His other hand was not idle, and he caressed her rounded belly and down over her pubis till he found the hood of her clitoris. As he rubbed his finger across he felt the swelling of her clit under his touch, and it needed only a little attention of his two hands before she shuddered against him and he sensed that she had reached a very rapid climax. He eased his hands away from her sensitive parts as she calmed down.
"Well, that was an unexpected first. My old man never raided my arse, and I must admit I thought it was something only queer men do."
"It never occurred to me that you wouldn't have done that, or I would have raised the subject gently with you."
"I think I'm glad you didn't. I'd have probably said no, but as it is I've now had a new experience. Were you planning to stick anything bigger in there."
"That's up to you. I quite like a bit of buggery, but there's plenty of other games to play - we haven't really started yet, have we, and I suspect I'll be happy to go in the regular place for a while."
"Sounds sensible to me. Now, let's get dry and go back to bed and you can show me some of these games you were talking about."
This time there was no doubt but that Frank would take the initiative. As she lay back on the pillow his lips found hers and, as she happily responded, their tongues were soon engaged in a game of searching the depths of each others' mouths, their teeth nibbling at lips and only coming up for occasional breaths. At last he stopped and, instead, began leaving a trail of kisses and little bites round her cheek, down her neck and onto the mound of her chest. As his fingers searched out one nipple, so his lips found the other, and both grew firm under his attention. Although her breasts were somewhat flattened as she lay on her back they were still standing quite proud and the dark pink flesh of her nipples stood out asking for the treatment he gave them, nibbling and squeezing as he drew them out with teeth and fingers.
Soon he began to move south, crossing the gentle swell of her firm belly and onto the prominent pubic mound. He pushed her legs open and slid down the bed so that he could kiss the insides of her thighs, then spread his kisses till he was delving deep into the groove between her thighs and her vulva. He was enjoying the rich smell of aroused sex and his lips made contact with her nether lips and his tongue probed deep into the warm recess between inner and outer lips, then into the secret depth of her moist vagina. She was purring happily as he penetrated her channel, then changed to little squeals of pleasure as he suddenly swept up the length of her vulva to rake across her clitoral hood. He felt the growth of her clit under his tongue as he probed her vagina with his fingers till he found the roughness of her G spot, and the combination of tongue, lips and fingers caused her to push her body up against him as her vocal response grew in intensity.
"Enough, just come and do it, hard and fast - I'm bloody desperate."
These words were just what her daughter had said to him and Frank needed no further encouragement. He climbed swiftly on top of her and, as she spread her legs wide, he pushed forward so that his cock was laying in the groove of her vulva and rubbing against her hardened clit. Her hand slid down between them, grasped his shaft, and directed it firmly into the hot wetness of her pussy lips. She had said he should do it hard and fast, and that was just what he did. His first thrust drove deep into her heat as his pubis ground against hers. He had been supporting himself on his arms, but now he lowered his full weight onto her, and his hands delved under her firm buttocks and his fingers penetrated deep into the cleft of her arse. His probed her anus and pressed against her till a finger found its way into the tight sphincter and forced its way through. He sensed that this could be painful for her as there was no lubrication, so he made no attempt to move, just leaving her impaled.
With her body now anchored to him he began driving his rigid cock in and out of her welcoming wet channel. Every thrust brought a loud grunt from her, and he knew that neither of them wanted this to last long, so he made no attempt to do anything other than bring himself to a fast climax. As he moved even quicker he felt his balls driving his seminal fluid up to be blasted into her. The final fierce movements also brought her to orgasm, which was a noisy affair accompanied by spasms of her body in response to his. They stayed locked together, their two bodies rigid, her vagina gripping his cock as the intensity of their mating died down, and finally his erection slackened and he slid out of her sweating body, and he withdrew his finger from her anus. He lay across her body till she finally protested.
"God, you weigh a ton. Let me up for air before I'm completely flattened."
He rolled off her, then lay beside her sweaty body admiring the voluptuous curves.
"I don't know if the earth moved for you, but it felt pretty good my end."
"You men are easily pleased - if you've come, that's it, job done. Actually it felt pretty good my end. It's been a long time since I've been properly shagged, and it's reminded me how much I missed it. How soon can you go again?"
"Bloody hell, woman, give me a few minutes to recover."
"Minutes, or hours? All right, we'd better get up anyway - I've got work to do. "
"Yes I suppose I had better get moving."
That was the beginning of their affair. During the next few months they lived only for each other, and spent as many hours together as their work would allow. It was a curious relationship, she being much older than he, but she behaved with him in their intimate moments more like a young girl than an older woman. Her earlier sex life had been pleasant, but a little pedestrian, and now she was anxious to try any variation to the act of coupling two lovers together, not always successfully. Sh e had read Fifty Shades of Gray, but very little experimentation convinced her that masochism wasn't for her, though she was definitely in favour of more penetrative use of her delightful arse. They also tried sex in various places other than the bedroom, frequently during their country walks, but learnt that some care could be needed in choosing a spot to perform, as a rather itchy experience on an ants' nest proved.
The year that Louise was spending in France quickly passed. They were happily sprawled naked on the bed one afternoon after an enthusiastic session when the bedroom door opened and Louise walked in.
"Well, what a pretty sight. I see you've taken my advice and made my Mum happy - have you got anything left for me?"
And with that, she stripped off her clothes and climbed onto the bed with them...