Why are you doing this?"
Liam asked as the beautiful, dark-haired, twenty-two-year-old climbed into his bed. She didn't answer him as she lifted the sheet and slurped his slim, limp penis into her mouth. She sucked on it and dug her long fingernails into his ass as she pulled him to her, taking all of his dick into her mouth.
"Fuck!" he cried out. "Oh! That feels good!"
His dick grew hard as she bobbed and tongued his cock. She no longer was able to fit all of it into her mouth.
"You don't have to do this," he said, "but I'm glad you are." The young woman was naked. He reached down and fondled a firm bare breast.
She was relentless as she sucked, stroked, clawed, and stimulated him. She crooked her neck and looked up at him with big, blue eyes. He said, "This is the wrong time to say this, but damn, you have your mother's sparkling eyes."
Leahy giggled and playfully bit him before resuming blowing him enthusiastically until he shot his load.
^^^Twenty-three years earlier^^^
"Fuck!" Liam shouted as his ATV slid on the snow, flipped over, and threw him out of the vehicle. The machine tumbled down the hill. On its journey, it landed on him, breaking his leg.
His fellow hunters took him to the hospital, where he was rushed into surgery and had metal screws and plates put in his leg. His first night in the hospital was a blur due to the pain, anesthetic, and medicine he was given.
Family and friends visited him the next day. He mostly slept. That night he woke and met Maeve, his night nurse. She was an attractive woman who
he guessed was in her mid-to-late thirties. She had sparkling blue eyes and wavy, dark, brown hair.
"Hello, handsome. How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Groggy. My right leg aches, and my hands hurt." Liam lifted his hands and saw both were covered in bandages. There was a cast on his right leg below the knee.
"Your hands have cuts and scrapes, and you broke your tibia, your shin bone. The doctors fixed you up, put your leg in a cast, and in a couple of months, you should be as good as new."
"What time is it?"
"A little after midnight," Maeve said.
"That's odd. I feel wide awake."
"It's not unusual for your internal clock to be off. You've been on pain medicines and sleeping a lot during the day. It'll turn around, but until then, you can keep me company." She smiled, and added, "I work the eleven-to-seven shift. Not a lot happens, and most people are sleeping.
"How'd it happen?" she asked, pointing at his leg.
"I was deer hunting with my uncles, cousins, and friends. We had a good morning. The snow began coming down hard, so around noon, we decided to head home. Going down the mountain, my ATV slid sideways in the snow and flipped over, sending me flying."
"Was your seatbelt on?"
"No." He shook his head, smiled sheepishly, and added. "The damn thing tumbled after me and landed on my leg. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch."
They chatted a bit longer while she took his vitals and checked the machines the nineteen-year-old was hooked up to. She stopped by every hour during her shift. She always had a smile for him, he eagerly smiled back, and they talked.
He fell asleep after her five a.m. visit.
^^^
The next night, Maeve breezed into Liam's room just after eleven p.m. at the beginning of her shift and said, "Hello. How's it going?"
"Peachy."
She picked up his chart, reviewed it, and said, "I see you've been a bad boy. You didn't let them bathe you this afternoon."
"I don't remember being asked."
"It says here Ms. Treadwell had you scheduled for two o'clock. Why wasn't it done?" She flipped through his chart and said, "It doesn't say. Were you sleeping?
He gave her a blank stare.
"Oh. I bet I know why. There was a bad car accident this afternoon. It was an all-hands-on-deck situation, so I'm not surprised she didn't get to you. We'll get it done tonight after I check on everyone, okay?"
"Okay."
Two hours later, she returned with the necessary supplies and said brightly, "Bath time."
"Great," he muttered with false enthusiasm.
"Roll over. Let's get it done with a minimum of awkwardness."
He rolled away from the nurse. She untied his hospital gown and placed a folded rubber mat on the bed. She said, "I put the mat on half of the bed. Roll over and I'll cover the other side so we don't get your bed soaking wet."
He rolled over slowly. She got the mat in place. "Okay. Lay on your back." The patient did. The nurse smiled and pulled the gown off on him, folded it, and placed it on his genitals to cover them.
She chatted as she washed him with damp, soapy clothes. Those were followed by wet, clean clothes she rinsed in a basin of clean water.
She was thorough, doing his eyelids, the creases of his elbows and knees, and in between his fingers and toes. She had him roll over. She neglected to cover his ass as she washed his back.
"I have to wash your butt and penis. If you were capable, I'd have you do it, but..."
"But I have bandages on both hands," he said, finishing the sentence for her. "I apologize in advance in case I get aroused."
"Your apology may be premature," she said and laughed. "I haven't seen your hard cock. It may impress me."
Liam guffawed. She joined in. She had him spread his legs, and she washed his ass. She was as thorough as she had been with his other parts. She wiped and pressed several times on his anus. He got an erection.
"Roll over!" she ordered.
He did. She didn't cover his groin. She inspected his erect penis, smiled, and said, "That's a fine cock. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sure all the ladies you've shown it to have been equally dazzled."
They shared a laugh. She washed his penis and testicles.
"Oh. Oh," he moaned as she rubbed his cock. "Sorry for the noises. I can't help it."
She gave him an understanding smile and whispered, "I know." She grasped his dick and stroked his cock until he grunted and came into a cloth. She milked his cock, drawing out all of his cum.
He looked at her in horror, expecting to be lambasted. She calmly said, "There. We're all done."
She dried him and had him roll to the left and right, so she could remove the rubber mat. She put a fresh gown on him, covered him with a sheet, gathered her supplies, and left without saying a word about his exploding cock.
^^^
The next day, Liam was discharged and went to his mother's home. The first thing he did was send a gorgeous flower display to the hospital for nurse Maeve, thanking her for her care.
^^^
Ten days later, Liam was in the hospital parking lot with two cups of coffee. He sat on the hood of his car, waited, and watched the night shift employees exit the building. When he saw Maeve, he hollered, "Good morning, Maeve!" He waved and hobbled over to her, carrying the coffees.
She stopped, looked at the fit, young man, and a rye smile appeared on her face. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Did you get the flowers?"
"Yes. They were lovely."
"I brought you some coffee. Dark roast. Cream and no sugar." He offered the cup to her. She took it and asked, "How did you know how I like my coffee?"
"I asked a co-worker," he said and beamed. "Can I buy you breakfast?"
"Sure." She smiled and appeared to be flattered that the handsome man, twenty years younger than she had gone to all this trouble.
^^^
An hour later, they were in her apartment. She put her keys and purse on the hall table, turned to him, and he kissed her. He hugged and kissed her, pressing her back against the wall.
"Mmmm," she moaned. She giggled and sounded amused.
He kissed her passionately and pawed at her body, grabbed her butt, and squeezed a breast.
She laughed and said, "I'm thirty-eight-year-old. You're nineteen. What are we doing?
"I want you!"
"You can have me. It's not like there's a long line of men wanting to date a twice-divorced woman my age." She laughed as he kissed and touched her body.
"I love your laugh. I love your sparkling blue eyes."
"I love young fit men. Can we do this with your injuries?"
"My hands have healed, and my broken leg only limits me a little. Where's your bedroom?"
"This way."
She led him to her bedroom. He quickly took off her clothes and stripped. Maeve was an Irish lass. As expected, she had pale skin and twinkling blue eyes. She was in pretty good shape for her age. Her breasts sagged a bit, her ass was fine, nicely rounded, and her belly had the beginning of a pooch on her abdomen, but it didn't distract from her sexiness. She had thick, curly brown hair on her head and her sex.
Liam was enchanted by her. She was the fun, vivacious woman who'd given him a handjob in the hospital. He kissed and caressed every part of her. He sucked her soft breasts and devoured her tangy sex.
"Oh. Oh. Oh!" she moaned and came on his tongue.
After a break, she smiled and said, "It's been a while since anyone has gone down on me."
She grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth.
"Ohhh!" he groaned.
"Oh. Yeah!," he cried as she demonstrated her skills. He pulled away from her when he was close to cumming. He had other plans for his sperm.
They fucked. She displayed her playful, high-spirited nature, and was very vocal.
"Oh. Oh. Ohhh." she moaned as the young man drove his rock-hard cock into her pussy. He did it while on top of her, under her, and behind her. He gently caressed her curves as they had sex, and at other times, he mauled her tits and ass.
He laid her on her back, put her ankles on his shoulders, and drilled her hairy pussy with youthful vigor.
"Ohhh. Ohhh! Ohhh!" she cried out as she climaxed.
"Oh. Oh!" he groaned as he buried his cock in deep and gave her his seed.
They rested, got a drink, and did it two more times with equal passion and intensity.
In the end, Maeve lay hot, sweaty, and exhausted on her bed. She shouted, "Go home! No more! I can't take any more sex!"
Liam smiled and asked, "See you tomorrow?"
"Yes."
^^^
What followed was a torrid, sex-filled love affair. It lasted four months. The sex was great, and the orgasms were amazing.
Three months after his injury, Liam had his cast removed. He had been lifting weights. He added cardio and got in even better shape.
After another orgasmic marathon sex session, Maeve used her fingers to trace his six-pack. She patted his spent, limp dick and said, "Are you done? Is my pussy safe or are you going to get another erection and fuck me again?"
Liam laughed and said, "I think three times is enough today."
"Thank God! I love you, Liam. The sex is unbelievable, but this old woman is fried."
"We've had fun, haven't we?"
The happy, sated woman suddenly got serious and asked, "Are we done?"
"I told you my plan was to join the Army. I got my medical clearance yesterday. I'm leaving for basic training tomorrow."
Maeve sat up; tears fell from her eyes. She didn't scream or argue. She said, "I'll miss you. I knew this was a fling. Not a forever thing. Go live your dream."
They hugged each other tightly.
Liam left the next day.
^^^
Twenty-three years later, Liam returned to the little coal town of his birth in Northeast Pennsylvania. He'd served twenty years in the Army, retired, and worked a couple of years as a military private contractor. When he learned his mother was ill, he came home.
He fixed up the old homestead and spent time with his mother. Three months later, she passed peacefully in her sleep at home. A small church service was held for her, and she was buried next to her husband.
^^^
A week after the funeral, Liam was on Main Street of the small, sleepy town. The sun was setting. He turned to enter a parking lot and bumped into someone coming the other way.
"Sorry," he said after they collided.
The frail woman bounced off him and would have fallen if he hadn't grabbed her. He looked at the medium height, brunette with blue eyes, and said, "Maeve?
She responded. Her speech was unusually slow, and she slurred her words. "Maeve was my mother."
"You look just like her. The same hair and eyes," Liam said.
As he looked her over, he noticed that she was thin to the point of being gaunt and that her clothes were shabby and dirty. She appeared to be drunk or high or both. He said, "I knew your mother years ago. How is she?"
"Dead."
"Oh. Sorry. My condolences." He let go of the young woman. She swayed, and looked like she would fall.
"Hey," he said as he reached out and steadied her. "Are you okay? You look under the weather. When did you last eat?
"I don't know."
"I was going to get dinner. Why don't you join me? My treat."
"Okay."
He put his hand on her elbow to support and steady her as they walked to the local diner. They ordered. When the food arrived, she attacked it as someone who hadn't eaten for days. She ate her meal and all of the rolls.
"Can I have dessert?" she asked.
"Sure."
"They make great apple and cherry pies."
"I love pie, and those are my favorites. I think we should order both."
"Yes!"
Liam sat and watched her devour two pieces of pie. He smiled, slid his slice of cherry pie to her side of the table, and she ate it.
Liam said, "Your coloring is better. I think a goodnight's sleep is in order. Can I give you a ride home?"
"I don't have a home."
"I'm staying at my mother's house on Ivy Lane. There's a spare room."
"That's better than sleeping outside."
Liam paid the bill, and they left the diner. While they drove to his mother's place, Liam asked, "How did your mother die?"
"Breast cancer. It was a slow death." She choked up and cried. "She didn't deserve it! She was such a good person. She was a nurse and cared for people her whole life, and no one could do anything for her."
"How old were you when this happened?"
"She was first diagnosed when I entered high school. We were in good spirits. She was brave and said she'd beat it. She died two weeks after my eighteenth birthday. That was four years ago." Tears streamed down her face.
"That must have been hard for you? Did you have any family to help you through this?"
"No. My mother's parents were dead, and I never knew my father. I was depressed and dropped out of high school. I inherited a house, a bank account, and got money from a small life insurance policy.
"As you can guess, I made bad choices. I partied. Lost the house, and spent all the money. I've worn out my welcome with the few real friends I had, and my 'partying' friends have moved on.
"I drink, do drugs, and suck dick to survive."
They rode the rest of the way in silence. When they arrived at the house, Liam sat her on the sofa, and said, "How about I run you a bath? You can soak and get clean and sleep in the spare room."
"Sounds good."
He went into the bathroom and prepared the bath. He returned and said, "Your bath is ready."
She didn't answer. The frail young woman was asleep on the couch. He removed her shoes, covered her with a blanket, and looked at her. "You are the spitting image of your mother. A younger, skinnier, dirtier version."
He went into the bathroom, got undressed, and said, "No reason to let this go to waste." He got in the tub and slid under the warm water. He washed and then soaked. A memory came to him of a time he and Maeve shared a bath.
^^^
They were naked and in the bathtub. Liam was in the tub, leaning against the back. Leahy was sitting between his legs, washing her feet. He leaned forward and groped her heavy breasts.
She giggled and said, "What are you doing?"
"Fondling your tits! These things are great! So soft and sleek since they're wet with the bathwater." He tweaked her big, pink nipples.
"Oh!" she groaned. She let him mauled her and enjoyed the sensation. "Oh. Mmmmm. Keep doing that," she begged.
He kissed her neck, caressed her breasts, and pinched her hard teats.
"Oh. Oh. That's not going to be enough." She dropped the washcloth and got on her knees. "Make room for me," she said, and she came to him.
Liam lay on his back, lifted his legs, and put them on the edge of the tub as she crept backward. She grabbed his cock, slipped it in her pussy, and fucked him reverse cowgirl.
"OHHH" they moaned.
She claimed his cock using a twisting motion as she rolled her hips. They both moaned. She did it slowly; each concentrated on the wonderful sensation.
"Fuck! This feels good," he said. "And the view is spectacular."
"Mmmm. Your dick isn't bad either."
She continued and then abruptly stopped. "I think that's enough," she said in a playful tone and laughed.
"The hell it is!" he said with mock outrage. He sat up and grabbed her. Water splashed out of the tub as his legs came crashing down. He lay back and pulled her on top of him and he rapidly thrust his cock into her pussy.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "God!"
"Ah. Ah. Ah," he grunted in rhythm with his thrusts. He made his point that they weren't done fucking by pistoning rapidly in and out of her pussy.
They got out of sync. She moved, and he withdrew his dick further than usual as he prepared for another powerful thrust. They were misaligned. His slick dick went into her vulnerable ass.
"Ahhh!," she screamed as he shoved half his substantial cock into her butt.
He stopped thrusting when she screamed.
"You're in the wrong hole. That's my ass," she said wryly.
Since she wasn't crying or complaining, he shoved more of his cock inside her as he said, "I've never done anal. Have you?"
"Yes. Not like this. Usually, it's planned and I'm prepared. I understand how it could happen with us being in this position and everything being wet."
"Have I injured you?" he asked.
"No. The water acted as a lubricant. Your dick slipped inside me without hurting me."
"Can we continue? I've never fuck a woman in the butt. This hole is very tight."
"Okay, since you're already in. Anal is intense and scary. I need to be distracted from worrying about your giant cock in my ass, so pull and pinch my nipples and rub my clit."
He thrust in and out of her ass slowly as one hand fingered her pussy and the other played with her nipples.
Her head lolled on his chest. She moaned and groaned, which encouraged him to pull and pinch her nipples and fuck her harder. After a while, she was huffing and puffing, and he was slamming his dick into her backdoor.
"OOOHHH Fuck my Ass! OOHHH!" she screamed, bucked, and came.
"Ohh. Ohhhhh!" he cried out as he shoved his dick deep inside her and let loose a big load.
^^^back to the present^^^
As Liam recalled their shared bath, he was stroking his cock. He grunted and came as he remembered shooting his load in her butt. He panted as he remembered how he and Maeve had laid in the tub without speaking for a long time.
Suddenly, she laughed and said, "My God! That was a big orgasm!" He had chuckled and said, "Yes, it was. I'm going to have to fuck your ass more often."
"That was a good time," he said as he pulled the plug. The water drained from the tub and he stood. He reached for a towel and dried his body.
After he brushed his teeth, he went to check on his house guest. Leahy was sleeping. Liam looked at her, smiled, and went to his bed.
Liam woke with a start and saw Leahy's hand grab his dick. She bought her mouth to his groin and wrapped her warm, soft lips around his flaccid penis.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked.
She didn't answer.
She was nude, and he studied her slim body. Her breasts were lovely. Firm and high on her chest. They were ample but not as large as her mother's. She had a narrow waist that flared to curved hips. Her sex was covered by a mass of dark hair.
She sucked his dick, gently jostled his balls, and he grew hard in her mouth. She sucked and stroked his cock. She rubbed her teeth across the spongy tip of his member."Fuck!" he cried out. "Oh! That feels good!"
She bobbed her head and used her tongue to caress his cock.
"You don't have to do this," he said, "but I'm glad you are." He caressed a firm breast.
She was relentless as she performed oral sex. She looked up at him with big, blue eyes, and he said, "This is the wrong time to say this, but damn, you have your mother's sparkling eyes."
Leahy giggled and playfully bit him before resuming blowing him with her youthful enthusiasm.
"Oh. Fuck!" he shouted and blew his load which she swallowed.
She got off the bed, picked up the damp towel on the floor, and wrapped it around her body.
He called out to her, "Wait. Why did you do that?"
"Because you bought me dinner and gave me a place to sleep. I hope you don't mind that I used your shower. It had been a while and I was rank."
"I don't mind that you cleaned up. Do you have a job? Someplace to go?"
"No."
"Have you ever been convicted of a felony?"
"I few drunk and disorderly convictions, a bogus prostitution charge, and misdemeanor drug charges, but no felonies. Why?"
"I could use someone to help me with gun business. I sell and repair guns and rifles. I can't hire a felon. What do you say to twelve bucks an hour and room and board? You can stay in the spare bedroom."
He saw her considering it and hesitating, so he added, "This is a business relationship. I'm not expecting any more blowjobs."
"Why would you do this for me?"
"Because you're a human being, and we all need to look out for one another, and I loved your mother. When I see her again in the great beyond, she will give me holy hell if I don't help you," he said and gave her a playful smile.
"I don't like guns."
"What would you like to do? Work in a beauty salon?"
"Ha!" she laughed.
"What? I thought all women enjoyed that stuff. Styling hair. Manicures and pedicures."
"I wouldn't have any clientele. I've sucked too many dicks in this town. No woman would come to my shop because they'd be wondering, 'Has my man been with her'."
"I see. Any ideas?"
"I like to bake."
"Oh."
"I like to make cupcakes and cakes."
"There you go," Liam said with a smile. He spread his arms and looked up as if reading a giant sign and said, "Guns & Cakes R Us."
She laughed and said, "Really?"
"Yes. You can start baking at home. We'll get a table at the farmer's market here and the nearby towns, I'll be the gunsmith and you can sell your wares. If there's enough demand, we could get a storefront on Main Street and a proper kitchen."
"You'd do this for me?"
"Yes."
For the next two weeks, they lived as roommates, sharing meals. Liam repaired firearms and helped Leahy market her baked goods.
They were a hit. She had a special talent. She knew what spices to add and how to bake them to perfection. When she put the icing on them, they looked like works of art.
They made the rounds of farmer's markets in the towns near them, and she developed a following.
On a Saturday, after selling all her baked goods, Liam said, "You're doing great. You should go out tonight and celebrate with your friends."
"I think you're right. How about you?"
"Maybe there is a woman out there that I can impress. I'm fit and a pretty good dancer."
"I need something to wear," Leahy said. "Can we stop on the way home?"
"Sure. I'll have a beer while you go shopping. Text me when you're done."
Liam had time for two beers and three games of pool before Leahy's shopping trip was finished.
They went home, shared a meal, showered, and got ready for their night out. Liam dressed in denim jeans, wore cowboy boots, and a black Stetson hat. Leahy was gorgeous in her new dress which was made for dancing. It was backless and had a high slit on one thigh. She had piled her hair on top of her head using elaborated loops. Her dress required that she be braless, and the new high heels were the perfect finishing touch.
"How do I look?" she asked.
Liam gave her a wolf whistle, smiled, and said, "You're beautiful. You look so much like your mother. The same hair and those twinkling blue eyes. You're a knockout. Take the car and have fun. I'll use the truck."
Leahy gave him a hug and went to a club.
Liam went to a bar. He chatted with a few women. One, an attracted bottle blonde a few years older than him made it abundantly clear that he'd score with her. They went to her place for sex.
The woman was effusive and thrilled to be with him that was a boost to his ego. Once they started having sex, he lost that good feeling because the sex wasn't good.
She had a saggy neck, arms, and breasts. Her butt and thighs were dimpled with cellulite. In a word, her body was disappointing. Being with her reminded Liam of the time he ate lunch meat two days after its use-by-date.
He kissed and caressed her. From the sounds she made, he knew she was enjoying his actions. However, when he fingered her, he found her pussy was dry. He mentioned it and asked for lube.
"I don't have any sex lube. I've never needed it," she said.
Her solution was for him to give her oral sex. He ate her to two orgasms and still had difficulty getting more than the head of his dick inside her.
He climbed off of her, and said, "This isn't working."
"This has never happened to me before," she said. "Let me get you off. You've been great to me." She gave Liam a terrible blowjob. To get off, he closed his eyes, dreamed about being with Maeve, and jerked off while she sucked on the tip of his dick.
"Ahh," he groaned and came in her mouth. She collected his cum, spit it out on some tissues, and asked, "When can I see you again? Come to dinner tomorrow night. I make a great pot roast."
Liam got dressed, hurried out of there, and lied, "Yes. We will have to get together again soon."
As he walked out of her house, she stood naked at the door, risking exposing her sad, saggy body to anyone that walked by. She said in a desperate voice, "Call me soon!"
Liam went home and poured himself a double. He turned on a ball game. When the front door opened, he said without looking over his shoulder, "I didn't expect you to be home so soon, I hope your night wasn't as miserable as mine."
Leahy sat beside him. Tears had ruined her make-up, her perfectly fixed hair was a mess, and her dress was torn. She spat out her words, "Why are guys such bastards?"
"What happened?" He turned off the television.
"I went to the club, had a drink, and danced with several guys. I was having a good time. Another guy came up to me and wanted to dance, so we did. He wanted to buy me a drink. I said sure. When we finished our drink, we went back to the dance floor. He guided me into a dark corner and pounced on me."
Her demeanor changed. She had been edgy, agitated like a cat on a hot tin roof. Now she was angry. She stood as she said, "He pressed his lips on my lips and shoved his tongue into my mouth. His hands were everywhere. He squeezed my breasts and stuck his hand up my skirt.
"I yelled and punched him. He put his hand over my mouth and dragged me out a backdoor. I feared he was going to rape me."
"Did he? I'll kill the bastard!"
"He took me behind a dumpster. While he was busy getting his dick out, I picked up a piece of wood and laid into him." She swung her arms, re-enacting what happened as she told her story.
"I beat him like a dog. He screamed and curled up on the ground, while I shouted, "You bastard. This is no way to treat a woman." I left him battered, bruised, crying, and lying in filth."
She smiled. Liam relaxed, smiled, and said. "Sounds like you taught him some manners."
"Yes, I did. Do you have more of that whiskey?"
Liam got up, got her a glass, and topped off his. She sat on the sofa. Liam chose a cushioned chair. They sipped their drinks. In between sips, he looked her over. He did it casually at first and then longer with more in-depth looks.
She saw his eyes studying her, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"In response to acute stress, like you experience tonight, your body dumps adrenaline into your bloodstream, and that increases in heart rate, blood pressure, and breathing. You get a sudden burst of energy that helps you fight or run.
"It takes between 20 to 60 minutes for the body to return to its normal levels. In this hyper state, you're not as cognizant of injuries. I'm looking at you to see if you're hurt and haven't realized it yet."
"I'm sure I have some scrapes and bruises, and I probably have some sore muscles tomorrow, but I'm not bleeding and I didn't break anything. There were two casualties. My dress is torn and ruined, and so was my thong. As I walked to my car, my thong slid down to my knees. It was ripped and wouldn't stay in place. I left it on the floor of the car."
Liam's eyes went directly to the slit in her dress. He could see her upper thigh, but nothing more.
"Ha! Are you hoping that I'd flash you with my big, hairy bush?"
"Yes. I'm embarrassed to say I was hoping for a squirrel shot."
"What is it with you guys and your animal names for vaginas? Beaver, pussy, and squirrel." She lifted her skirt slowly and said, "I get it. It's because I had a thick pelt of fur between my legs. When I was homeless, grooming took a backseat to surviving."
She raised her torn skirt and briefly showed him her vagina. She laughed and said, "I found some of your mother's razors and used them to shave. You'll have to come up with a new nickname now that my pubic hair is gone."
He smiled and said, "How about shaved clam, naked gash, pink taco, quim, twat, fuck hole, or cum dumpster."
"Gross! How many vulgar slang words are there for my vagina?"
"Hundreds. Probably thousands."
She laughed, finished her drink, and said, "Get me another whiskey and tell me about your date. It was bad?"
He refilled their glasses and returned to the sofa. He handed her a drink and said, "This is an embarrassing story, but since we're sharing and baring everything..."
As he said the last word, he raised his eyebrows repeatedly and flicked his eyes to her crotch.
"Ha. Ha. Very punning. Get on with the embarrassing story."
"I met Tina at a bar. She was friendly and not unattractive in the muted light of the bar."
"Let me guess. Under better lighting, her appeal diminished?" She chuckled.
"Exactly. We went to her place. The woman I thought was in her forties looked older. The more clothes she took off the older she appeared."
Leahy laughed at him and asked, "How bad was it?"
"Bad. She was in her late fifties. Maybe in her sixties. Her top had an exaggerated turtleneck. When it came off, I saw her saggy turkey neck. When her bra came off, I saw severely sagging breasts. She also had 'old lady arms'. You know when the flesh of the upper arm is loose and wobbly and it hangs down and swings about."
"Ewww!"
"What could I do? By this time, we're naked and in her bed. I couldn't just leave, and she was so excited, grateful, and complimentary to me. I told myself, this is my doing. Bang her, make her cum, and get out as quickly as you can."
"What a gentleman," she said and snickered.
"I closed my eyes and went to work. Kissing her wasn't as bad as the other stuff. I fumbled about as I reached for her breasts. They weren't where I expected them to be."
Leahy laughed. Liam looked chagrined.
"I'm doing stuff, and she's moaning and telling me how great everything is. I sucked on her droopy boobs and fingered her snatch, and noticed that she's not getting wet. I asked if she had any lube. She said, 'No. I've never needed it.' She pushed my head to her crotch.
"I performed oral sex on her. Her pussy was fleshy. Do old vaginas sag like old boobs?"
Leahy shrugged her shoulders in response to the question.
"All her skin was loose. Everything seems different. Her pubic hair was sparse. Not in an 'I shave' or 'I trim' kind of way. There was less hair in an 'I'm going bald' way."
Leahy laughed loudly mainly because of his discomfort and the look on his face.
"I soldiered on. I ate her pussy, gave her two orgasms, and still she wasn't very wet. I climbed on top of her and tried to slide my penis inside her. I could only get the tip in. Her dryness made it uncomfortable and impossible to continue, so I stopped.
She got defensive. I told her it was no big deal and that I was tired. She insisted that she take care of me and proceeded to give me the worst blowjob I've ever had in my life. Her poor effort wasn't going to get the job done. I realized she wasn't going to let me leave until I had cum so I masturbated."
Leahy was roaring with laughter and practically rolling on the floor. Liam's face turned red. Then he laughed along with her.
Leahy pretended to be an old lady and said in a scratchy voice, "Come here, Sonny. Let grandma suck your cock." She crawled to him. She hunched her back, squinted her eyes, and made her face wrinkle. She pawed at his pants with gnarled, claw-like hands. She covered her teeth with her lips to appear edentulous and said, "Granny needs young cock. Oh. I feel a big one here."
Liam laughed. He had an erection in his pants. To cover up that fact, he grabbed and tickled Leahy, and said, "That's exactly what happened. You've learned my secret. I have a secret fetish for old ladies."
They laughed and rolled around. He tickled her, and she fought him off. She ended up on top of him. They were face to face. She said breathily, "This is more fun than I've had in a long time."
"Me too," he said as he looked deep into her eyes. He saw her close her eyes and come in for a kiss. He did likewise.
They lay on the flooring just kissing for a long time. Each was nervous and not wanting to mess things up.
"Are we doing this?" Liam asked.
She raised up and straddled him. She smiled impishly, pulled her torn dress down, and exposed her bare breasts. "Didn't you say earlier that I needed to be checked for injuries?"
He smiled, cupped her firm, perky tits, gently squeezed them, and said, "I did." He sat up and brought his mouth to her breasts.
"Ohhh," she sighed as he suckled on her nipples.
It continued from there.
Their clothes came off. Her mouth found his cock. He pulled her hips to his head, and they sixty-nined. Unlike Tina, Leahy's pussy gushed and soaked his face with her fluid.
She spun about and impaled herself on his stiff cock.
"Ohhhhh," they cried out.
She rode him. He smiled and studied her pretty face and her lovely breasts.
He bucked him off her and took her in the missionary position. Next, he put her ankles on his shoulders and banged her box. Then, he rolled her over, pulled her hips up, so she was on her hands and knees, and took her from behind. He slammed into her, causing her whole body to quiver.
"We finish eye-to-eye," she announced. He thrusts hard and deep into her a few more times, pulled out, and sat on the edge of the sofa. He reached out to her, she climbed on his lap, and they fucked face-to-face. Each looking deeply into the eyes of the other.
"Oh. Oh. Ohhh!" she moaned. Her eyes closed, and her body froze.
He stoked inside one more time, groaned, and came. They held each other tightly. Their fluids mixed. They breathed each other's spent breath.
When she could stand, Leahy climbed off him and left. Neither spoke.
^^^
Liam was sitting at the kitchen table when Leahy walked in wearing a robe. He stood and asked, "Can I get you a cup of coffee?"
"Yes."
He brought it to her, set it in front of her, and returned to his chair. They sat in awkward silence until he said, "About last night..."
She interrupted him and said, "Things got out of hand. It meant nothing."
His head snapped backward, and his eyes widened. "It meant something to me."
She looked up and searched his face for more information.
"Tina was meaningless sex. With you, it was..."
"Meaningful?" she offered.
"Damn it, Leahy! I think I'm falling in love with you!" he said angrily.
It was her turned to be shocked. She smiled and said, "Good because I think I'm falling in love with you."
Liam stood, went to her, and took her in his arms. They kissed and sighed.
He perched her on the kitchen counter, opened her robe, and made her moan as he caressed and kissed her breasts. He knelt and ate her pussy. He stood and thrust his hard cock inside her.
"Ohhh," they moaned as they became one.
She clutched her arms around his neck. He plowed into her, and then lifted her off the counter, and carried her in his arms.
She laughed as he walked around the room fucking her. She stopped laughing and moaned soulfully as she bounced up and down on his stiff cock.
"Oh. Oh. Oh."
She kissed him as they rutted.
"Look at me!" she demanded.
They locked eyes. She ground her clit against him. He shoved his cock forcefully into her until they shared the moment of bliss.
"Ohhhhh!"
Liam sat hard on a kitchen chair. They held each other tightly as the beautiful, wonderful feeling flowed through their bodies.
"I love you," Liam said.
"I love you, she answered, and they kissed.
They headed to the bathroom to clean up. They shared a shower. After washing each other, he pushed her up against the wall and fucked her from behind. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his dick and the good feelings it engendered.
"Ohh," Ohh. Ohhh!" she cried out as she came.
"Ahhh!" Liam grunted as he shoved his dick deep within and spilled his seed.
That Sunday, they stayed at home and made loved three more times.
^^^
Monday morning Liam woke and found his nude bed-mate sucking his morning wood.
"Mmm. Morning," he said.
"Morning, lover," she said and resumed sucking his cock.
He pawed her breasts and tried to pull her hips to his face. She resisted and said, "No. This is a gift for the man I love. Look into my eyes and cum, darling."
She craned her neck to suck his dick and looked at his face. He lay there and let her pleasure him. He stared into her bright, sparkling blue eyes until his climax hit him, and he groaned, spasmed, and closed his eyes.
^^^
The weeks went quickly for Liam and Leahy. They worked, made the runs at the farmer's markets, and made love as often as they could.
At their home town market, an old friend of Maeve saw Liam at his booth, came up to him, and said, "Liam, when did you get home?"
Liam smiled. His face showed no sign of recognizing the old woman. She laughed and said, "Have I changed that much? I suppose I have. I'm a gray-haired, grandmother now. I'm Theresa. I was a nurse at the hospital and an old friend of Maeve."
"Oh, Yes. Hello, Theresa," Liam said.
They chatted about old times and what brought him home.
"Sorry for your loss. Your mother was a good woman."
Leahy returned to the booth. She recognized her mother's friend, hugged her, and said, "Hello, Aunt Theresa. It's great to see you."
They chatted and caught up.
"So you have a baking business. Good for you," Theresa gushed with genuine goodwill. "It's great that you've found your father."
"What?" Leahy said.
"It's great that you and Liam have found each other after all these years. Your mother is gone, but at least you have your dad."
"I'm Leahy's father?" Liam asked.
"Yes. Didn't Maeve tell you?"
He didn't answer.
"After you left to join the Army, Maeve discovered that she was pregnant. She was thrilled. She thought that having a child was something she was going to miss out on."
"My mother never told me who my father was," Leahy said.
"Oh. I guess she was embarrassed because she had you out of wedlock. Leahy, you look so much like your mother. You have Maeve's hair and eyes. Liam, I can see your resemblance in her face. She has your chin.
"Do you think it's cute that she named your daughter after you?" Theresa asked.She got blank stares from the two of them but rattled on anyway. "Liam is Irish for a strong-willed warrior, and Leahy is the feminine form for warrior. It's great to see you. I hope your ventures prosper. I've got to run."
Theresa tottered off, leaving chaos in her wake.
Liam and Leahy closed up their booth and drove home in silence. Each deep in thought. They brought their wares into the house, put them away, and sat on the couch.
"I didn't know I had a child," Liam said.
"I believe you. My mother told me that my father was a nice, kind man who was in her life for a short time. That's all she ever said."
"What are we going to do?" Liam asked. "Before we didn't know we were committing incest."
They sat in silence until Leahy said, "Look at me."
He looked into her blue eyes. Hers teared up and so did his.
"I want you to marry me," Leahy said.
"Yesterday I would have said the same thing, but..."
"But nothing! I love you. You're the best thing that's happened to me. We leave this town and go somewhere no one will know we are related and live happily ever after."
"Happily ever after endings are rare."
She climbed on his lap, straddled his thighs, and said, "Look into my eyes."
He did.
"I don't care what the rules are or what the world thinks. I love you and you love me. I'm pregnant with your child and we are going to raise her together!"
He smiled, nodded, and said in a smart-lecky tone, "And what if it's a boy?"
"You'll have to fuck me over and over until I have a daughter I can name Maeve. In honor of the women we both loved."
The End