I'll confess, I was a short afraid. I'd just get the gaffer executive ship's officer of Schwartz pack and Bearing caller, the house that my granddad had founded 35 years previously.

It wasn't that I felt unprepared ; I was XXVII years old with a Masters of business enterprise governance. I had worked summertime in all of the departments of the company from the time I was XVII until I'd graduated with my MBA then I'd started full clock time. well-nigh recently I'd been vice-president of marketing headquartering in our Birmingham office.

My Church Father had followed my grandfather as the straits of the firm but with his recent, unexpected dying the mantle fell to me, I was coming home base to our Illinois home office.

Schwartz Ring and presence was a family owned party, all the stock save 100 ploughshare was in the hands of my sister and myself ; the 100 ploughshare were owned by Martha Washburn. Martha had been start my grandfather's executive secretary then my father's and now she would be mine. grandpa had given her the share. She was 57 years old and had been with the company for it's integral existence, all thirty-five years.

I felt so favourable to experience her, her knowledge of the companionship and our client would be priceless and, truth be told I adored her. She had literally known me all of my life, when I was young and grandfather would bring me to function with him she always had a little treat for me and, in my adolescence I'd had a killer crush on her.

Martha was still a liberal charwoman, impeccably dressed and groomed, her hair always styled and stylish, her nails perfectly manicured, her faint sum of make-up tastefully applied. She'd never married and, to the best of my knowledge had never dated ; I had distrust about her and my grandfather but never any more than that.

She was everything I expected her to be ; she took upkeep of getting my key signature added to ship's company bank news report, set up appointments with the company attorneys and accountants, provided verbal introductions to our bombastic node, all in all she smoothed the way for me as I assumed my new position and I was grateful ; she was absolutely indispensable.

I was bingle and not dating and there was a niggling apartment off my executive office, just a lounge, easy hot seat, bed, dresser and a mini-fridge along with a wardrobe, I'd use it as living living quarters until I could find a home that appealed to me then it would be where I'd keep a alteration of dress, but it would be convenient if I had to delay late in the office which would no doubt happened at least once a workweek.

It was a Tuesday, not usually a really busy day but this one had been feverish. It was after six, Martha was still there working along face of me ; I'd be spending the night in my apartment but I needed to get something to eat. I asked Martha to link me.

We shared an Italian dinner and split a bottle of Chianti then drove back to the federal agency. I told her I was going to figure out a little farseeing then I walked her to her car, it was a new model Lexus ; I remember commenting,"Nice car."She thanked me for the compliment and for dinner then drove off.

Her light fragrance lingered in my dope as I returned to process ; I had to confess to myself, I still found her alluring.

It took a bit of time but with Martha's unending assistance I finally settled into my unremarkable ; I wanted to thank Martha for her unhesitating assist so I arranged for a especial dinner, just the two of us and I was going to devote her a salary increase and an additional 100 shares of the company.

We went French, the meal was exquisite, her troupe even more so. When I told her of her salary increase she thanked me but when I presented her ploughshare she was moved, with snag of happiness in her centre she leaned over and kissed me on the impertinence ;"Thank you, this means so a great deal to me Chris."

Unbeknownst to anyone within the company ; our attorney, our accountants, yes, even Martha I'd engaged an out-of-door companionship to deport an audit of the house. It wasn't that I suspected anything unseemly but I was new, I wanted to bed the overall condition of the business.

A week later I received a call. The auditor wanted to run across with me in some topographic point other than the spot ; we made an appointment for dinner for two nighttime later.

Over before dinner cocktails he opened his briefcase and extracted a pamphlet. He laid it on the mesa and said,"Here is your fill out report."

"God news, I hope,"I quipped.

"Well the party boilers suit is in excellent condition but there is an area of business concern that you need to be aware of."

"And that is ?"I asked.

"You have pilferage taking place. It's not large amounts at any one time, mostly petty hard cash, but it has been ongoing for quite a lengthy flow of clock time. In fact it predates the scope of our audit, it goes back at to the lowest degree ten years."

"Oh son of a bitch,"I exclaimed,"Any idea who it is."

"Yes, I have an excellent approximation who the shamed party is, in fact there is only one person it can be."

"Okay, who ?"

"Chris, this hurts and I know it's going to smart you to hear it but it can only be Martha Washburn."

"Impossible,"I erupted,"Absolutely preposterous, there's no way it's Martha."

"Chris, I understand but that's what I'm sure is happening. What I'd like to do is put for video and audio frequency surveillance of Martha's office, see what turns up."

Hesitantly I agreed. I expected that Martha would be exonerated in shortstop order. I couldn't have been more wrongly. Within two workweek I was presented with a mealy tape showing Martha surreptitiously folding several invoice from the lower-ranking cash drawer and slipping them into her handbag ; I was physically sick, I rushed to the washroom as my stomach erupted.

Still, I wasn't completely convinced ; the monitoring continued ; unfortunately so did the thievery.

Oh Martha, my Martha, what are you doing and why ? I had to terminate her and go to the police force but before I did I had to confront her.

How long had this been going on and why, why would she steal ?

I needed a couplet of day to digest what she was doing.

I guess I was distant from Martha and mopey around the office. Martha pressed me, what was wrong ? Her business concern was sincere ; I couldn't answer.

Finally, the day of the face-off and I was still torn ; she was one of my very favorite people and she was stealing from me. I asked her to stay put late after study saying that there were matter I wanted to discuss with her.

After the business office was closed I locked up and led Martha back to my flat.

damn it, she still stirred me ; she was wearing a dotted Swiss dress, grim polka dots with thin shoulder straps and a bit of flirtatious tulle around the bottom, her brassiere had to be strapless to accommodate the flimsy shoulder strap ; her shoes were Patrick Victor Martindale White sandals. I seated her on the sofa and asked if she'd like a glass of wine ; I poured each of us a glass of a crisp Chardonnay then sat in the easygoing chair.

I just watched her as she sipped her wine-colored. She must have grown uncomfortable under my unsounded gaze, finally she asked what it was that I wanted to discuss with her.

"How a great deal Martha, why and how much ?"

"Chris, what on earth are you talking about ?"

"Martha, I know what you've been doing, please don't compound this by lying to me."

"Chris…"

"Martha, I have security system camera recordings of your dishonesty, so please don't dissemble, suffice my questions."

"How much and why Martha."

She was trembling so badly she dropped her vino glass. The handsome composed woman that was Martha Washburn was falling apart. She gagged then jumped up and stumbled to the bath ; without even closing the room access she dropped her panties and peed, she'd nearly lost control and wet herself, barely making it.

Long after her watercourse had stopped she remained in the privy, eventually I checked on her. She was still sitting on the commode with her panties around her ankles crying.

Looking up at me with her tear stained eyes she pled,"I'm so deplorable Chris."

I asked her to brook then bent and pulled her panties back into place,"Come on Martha, we still need to deliver that talk."

"Martha I know this has been going on for over ten long time, why ?"

"I like nice things and I like to gamble a slight, when it started I promised myself that I'd return what I'd taken from my winnings but I never won enough to get ahead."

"How much have you taken Martha ?"

"Chris, should I get an attorney before I say too much ?"

"You may if you choose but I'm not law enforcement. If you want an attorney I'll earpiece the police and let them interview you."

"No, I'll talk to you. I've taken at to the lowest degree a hundred yard over the live twenty-five years."

"You started with my grandad then all through Dad's terminal figure and now mine, correct."

Again she teared up,"Yes Chris,"she sobbed,"I've done that."

"Chris, please don't call the police, I know I couldn't live if they sent me to prison, I just couldn't."

Truthfully, I couldn't picture this fastidiously nifty lady in a gray dress and summerset flops behind parallel bars but then ; I couldn't picture her as a thief either.

"What do you evoke then Martha, what should I do ?"

"Maybe you could just lay me off so my reputation isn't destroyed. I could get another job and repay you."

"That is a thought, isn't it ? But study Martha, let's settle on a hundred thousand dollars as what's owed, even at five thousand a year which would be bully to do it would take you twenty years to stool indemnity, you'd be seventy-seven, I don't think that would function ; besides you're my problem, I wouldn't want you working for someone else ; my problem becoming theirs ; no we'll deal with things here."

There was a stirring in my slacks, I was becoming erect and suddenly I knew what I wanted ; I wanted Martha, I wanted her as urgently as when I was thirteen. No query, what I had in psyche was coercion, but so be it, she'd retain the life she'd created for herself with one kid alteration ; she'd have a untried lover in it ; me.

I stood, walked to Martha and pulled her to her metrical unit.

"No law, no loss of job, still my executive secretary, no reduction of income and no regaining if you accept my penalty, otherwise it's the police, questioning, confession, tribulation, jail, your choice."

Her pretty dotted Swiss dress had a tie in the binding ; I unknotted the bow and unzipped the dress, dropping it at her feet.

"dance step out,"I instructed.

"Chris what are you doing,"she asked in a trembling vocalism, but she complied.

I unhooked her strapless bra and let it precipitate to the floor. For a charwoman of fifty-seven she was exceptionally firmly, I admired her for a few moments.

She was wearing inglorious thigh senior high hose ; I decided to allow for then on. I told her to step out of her shoes.

I sat on the professorship and positioned her in front man of me.

"Chris, please."

"Martha, you've been a very bad miss, haven't you ?"

She stood mutely, I repeated,"Haven't you."

In an almost unsounded whisper she replied,"Yes."

"What happens to bad girl Martha ?"

"Please don't Chris, I'll die of embarrassment."

"You'd rather see the constabulary, endure your cartoon strip and eubstance cavity hunting and be locked in jail ?"

"No Chris, I don't want that,"she said as she leaned over my lap.

I jiggled her a little to get her into post. For the maiden time I noticed her panties, silk, smooth, cool, silk, expensive ; I rubbed her resurrect bottom as I got her ready.

Thwack, thwack, thwack ten stinging blast fell on her pantied bottom. Martha squirmed on my lap, yelping then wailing from her spanking. I stopped and again rubbed her then lowered her step-in to her knees.

Crack, crack, crack the speech sound of my laurel wreath on her bare bum, reddening her, stinging and burning her as she sobbed.

I helped her stand then lowered her to the bed.

"That was for how badly you've foiled me but the next is for the company."

I slipped out of my clothes, took her step-in off and spread her legs.

"Oooooooooooooooo Nooooooooooooooo, please Chris, not this, you can't, please, please don't, My God, Chris, I'm a virgin."

She was squirming, kicking, trying to escape,"Sorry Martha, I guess one could say you screwed the company, this is your payback."

My finger's breadth were at her vagina, she was dry, not lubricating, I got a slight Vaseline from the jar at my bedside and got her ready.

When she felt the header of my prick at her entrance she went berserk trying to miss. I forced her legs back, exposing her to me and forced my way in.

Unbelievable, she WAS a virgin ; my tool met her 57 twelvemonth old hymen.

I couldn't help myself ; she'd wounded me so badly with what she'd done, I said,"Martha, inquiry whether or not it was worth it,"as I thrust forward, tearing her tender tissues, taking her precious virginity.

Oh God, she was tight ; I'd never been in any that approached in that wish. Her audio were music to my pinna, she'd cried out when I'd broken her hymen, then short sobs through a throaty moan.

I set up a nice rhythm, pumping her deep, opening her, stretching heretofore un-violated vaginal tissue ; she was in a Holy Writ, magnificent ; then a thought struck.

"wealthy person you gone through menopause yet ?"I asked.

"Yes, damn, yes, oh you're hurting me Chris, delight stop."

"Martha, I'm afraid you're going to have to get accustomed to it, this won't be the just meter, I'll want you again and often. I didn't bed how I'd feel about doing this but I'll tell you, it's wonderful, God Martha, I'll confess, I'm fulfilling my boyhood dreams. Her tears continued as I pounded into her, thrusting thick, lubricated by her virginal ancestry.

I felt myself swell and pumped harder, my shaft jerked as I poured my scalding semen into Martha, I stayed in her until I'd softened then rolled off.

She was sobbing,"Why Chris, why, God why ; I feel so mortified, so debased."

"And how do you think I feel Martha, I put all of my trustingness in you and you violated that trust ; not only to me but to my father and grandfather before me. Now you've been violated, it only seems fair."

She rolled over onto her breadbasket, showing me her back ; I don't believe she achieved her purpose ; I massaged her bottom, kneading her impertinence then leaned and kissed them.

"Martha, you have a spectacular bottom for a lady of lvii, in fact it would be tremendous on a twenty-seven year old,"I told her as I slipped a finger's breadth into her crack and teased her anus.

"Please Chris, no more, don't make me do that, too, I just can't take any more,"she begged.

I wasn't going to sodomize her, at least not today but I wanted her to experience a little more abasement, I positioned myself between her legs and, with a handwriting on each impudence I opened her.

She leapt like it was flaming as my tongue touched her, I held her in lieu as I rimmed her then dipped my tongue into her and pumped her with its tip.

She moaned, pleading with me to stop, begging for me to end the raunchy pruriency of my onslaught ; I ignored her pleas.

She was well lubricated with my saliva, her entreaties for me to blockade hadn't ceased but she was pumping her hips against the mattress, raising her bottom to receive my aid, I rolled beside her and turned her into my arms ; my hand cupped her nates as a finger slid between her firm buttock and ringed her tight rosebud.

hugging her lips, I pulled her into an embracement, holding her tightly as I slipped the digit into her. She thrust forward when she was penetrated, her bulwark attrition against my erection ; I pumped her tight bottom giving her an representative, a threat and a promise of what was to come.

Her spokesperson was quivering with fright, she asked,"Please Chris, you're not going to sodomize me, are you ? Oh God, please don't do that to me, you can't hate me that often can you ?"

"No, Martha, I'm not going to hold anal sex with you, at least not tonight ; but sweet Lady it seems to me that your physical structure is betraying you. Your sass says please no but your body seems to be responding."

"Chris it's so dirty, I mean you know what I do there, how could you require to do that ?"

"It feels upright doesn't it Martha, you liked the feeling you got, didn't you."

"It's filthy, a unsportsmanlike thing to do, I can't like that, no, I don't like it."

My finger was still in her, I pressed deeper and she moaned and footing against me harder.

When I'd finally finished we talked, I had instructions for her.

"Martha you can take the air out tonight and never come back. If that is your alternative I won't initiate any prosecution against you. I guess I've loved you since I was, well, from before I can remember, I couldn't see you put in clink. I won't ask for restitution, you'd never be able to fulfill any repayment schedule anyhow."

"You'd let me just take the air away ?"She asked in amazement.

"Yes, I'd do that but I couldn't give you a good job reference and, let's brass it, if you leave a job after xxxv years, prospective employers will have questions."

"You really don't leave me many options, do you Chris ?"

"Of course I do, I'd be tickled to death if you arrived at work tomorrow and did the job you've been doing for xxxv year, except for your lilliputian indiscretion that we're working through you've been goose egg but an plus to the company."

"You'd let me stay ?"She asked in amazement.

"Martha, I'd like to insist you abide, although there will be a cold-shoulder alteration in our relationship."

She said nothing but there was a mocking, questioning looking on her face.

"Tomorrow, when you come in, bring a little suitcase with your sundry lady things, a hairbrush, a dyad of changes of clothing, a nightgown or two and several variety of underwear ; make up it silk, I love the look, we'll put it in my little apartment."

"Oh my God Chris, I'm fifty-seven years old, old enough to be your mother ; what do you want from me ? Am I to be your paramour ?"

"Concubine, an antediluvian word but, yes, that's exactly what I want."

Martha stumbled out to her car, she was shaken to her very meat ; take the air away to an nameless and unforgiving time to come or become footling more that Chris'sex slave ? She was sore from the going of her virginity and she was in a dilemma. She got no sleep that night.

Work started at Schwartz ringing and Bearing at nine each morning ; at eight forty-five Martha arrived at the office ; she had a little traveling bag in her hand.

"Good morning,"Chris greeted her,"Plan on dinner party tonight to consummate our accord, we'll leave at six."

He took her suitcase and put it in his apartment,"You can take out later."

The day seemed to fly for Martha, trepidation about the coming eve gnawed at her ; what had she produce herself into ?

Six came far too soon, they left, Chris drove.

It was a little bistro, a three playing smoky jazz as screen background music and a dinner party comprised of an assortment of tasty hors d'hoeuvres, she'd had a cosmopolite while they waited and crank of both red and whitened wine-coloured with their meal ; Martha was feeling a little mellow by the time they left.

He drove back and took her into the flat for a little conversation.

"Martha, you like prissy thing, squeamish clothes, jewelry and the coddling of day watering place and manicurists, confessedly ?"

"I confess I do like to be pretty and pamper, is that so incorrectly ?"

"Nothing at all wrong with that IF you can afford it, right ?"

"Please Chris, I am sorry for what I did."

"I know you are Martha, that's not the point I'm getting at. You also like to gamble a trivial, is that accurate ?"

"It's my frailty, I've tried to step down, I can't."

"I understand, I'm a bit of a player myself but, again, IF you can afford to drop off ; you can't, true ?"

"How can I deny that, that's why I did what I've done."

"Martha, I'll make a bargain with you. You'll have your pay, use it for your personal want, clothing and that sorting of affair but you can only gamble when you're with me, I'll give you a gambling leeway, when you've lost it, you're done for the evening, carnival enough ?"

"Oh Chris, that's more than fair, how can I ever repay you for your generosity ?"

"Oh believe me, you will. You'll become my lover, I've wanted you since I was a young teen ; I'll want you at my beck and call."

"You are going to defecate me your concubine."

"I prefer lover, but, yes, that's what I'll need and demand is the absolutely accurate term. We'd have only two convention that I would require you to cleave to. start, I expect you to be my willing devotee, useable when I ask and second that you keep your gambling to the amount I give you as your stake, is that manageable for you ?"

Martha had a contented smile on her human face, it was hardly a severe Mary Leontyne Price to pay for what she'd done but she did have to ask one question.

"What happens if I break one of the rules ?"

"Did you bring a hairbrush like I asked you to ?"

"Yes, it's in my suitcase, why ?"

"Because I'll use it to blister your rear, understand ?"

His reply shocked Martha, she knew it wasn't a threat, it was more a hope and she shivered at the thinking ;"Yes Chris, I understand."

"OK, let's get your thing put away."

I sat and watched as Martha stowed her affair in the chest, bathroom and press. I enjoyed the view ; she was clad in a cute pencil skirt with a hibiscus print, it fell just to her knees, her blouse was white accessorized with a broach featuring the hibiscus invention and colors, her shoes were red three inch cad accentuating her slim calves, she was a gorgeous, senesce woman.

"Leave the hairbrush out on the chest in instance I need it,"I instructed, then added,"No, wait, bring it to me, please."

As she carried it to me I commented on her wardrobe and how nice she looked.

I took the brush and laid it on the flooring beside my chair then I stood and began unbuttoning her blouse.

She voiced no expostulation as I took it from her shoulders and tossed it onto the sofa, her bandeau soon followed ; I massaged her breasts as I kissed her ; you are a beautiful woman I said as I sat ; worked her doll up over her hips and lowered her over my lap.

Her panties were bleak silk, sexy and smooth, I caressed her bottom through the fabric.

She still had on her short red shoes and thigh high hose with a black bed up the back.

"Chris… ?"

She could tell a spanking was in the workings ; I struck without preamble, five firm whacks on the rump of her panty. She was squirming but no snag ; that was about to change. I lowered her pantie to mid-thigh, picked up the hairbrush and struck her five rapid blows. She wailed in pain as she was first struck and was in tears, sobbing and pleading by the metre bit five fell.

"I wanted you to jazz the insect bite of this hairbrush so you won't be tempted to stop my dominion,"I told as I pulled her panties back into place.

I kept her on my lap, massaging her sore behind until she stopped crying, then I helped her to abide, unfastened and unzipped her annulus and took it off.

She stood before me ; leaking eyes, au naturel breasts, her pretty smuggled silk panties, thigh high hosiery and red dog, no dubiousness the aphrodisiacal heap I've ever had the pleasure to behold.

"You're absolutely, stunningly beautiful Martha, veritable full enough to eat."

Martha's sexual experiences were so circumscribed that she didn't understand the innuendo of my statement ; she had no inkling that I meant it in the most typo sense as I stood and led her to the bed.

I laid her down then removed my clothing and joined her on the mattress where I took her into my arms and kissed her ravenously. It took a few mo but finally she responded, opening her sassing and accepting my natural language then kissing me back. I moved down, kissing her throat and down to her breasts, Martha might only be once removed from virginity but her body was responding, her breasts were tumefy and her nipples stiff.

Her breathing was ragged as I sucked on one white meat while I massaged and gently squeezed the other. After both had been attended to, I kissed down to her tight tummy. One script was between her legs, rubbing her through her panties then I pulled then down and took them over her feet.

As I kissed and licked over her hillock she moaned,"Chris what are you doing, don't do that, that's dirty, that's where I pee."

She quit her bitching when my tongue parted her labia and I laved her vulva, now it was,

"Unnnnnnnngh, oh God, Chrisssssssss."

She had a light, almost schoolgirlish taste and aroma, heady, citrus/salt smell and the salty odor of sea air ; I reveled in her ; my adolescent desires were being fulfilled.

I licked, top to bottom, enjoying her ; at her vagina I dipped in my tongue then moved low, across her perineum and to her anus where I gave her a quick rimming then moved north, sucking and nibbling on her labia until I found her hooded button. With my fingers I induced the little man in the gravy holder to depict then I took it between my sass and sucked like I was nursing. I pulled her luscious short opaline bead into my sass then batted it with the tip of my glossa ; pitiful Martha had never experienced anything like what was happening to her right now.

Her unscathed consistency started to tremble as her organs clenched, she cried out fearfully,"God Chris what are you doing to me, Oooooooooooooooo, what's happening to me,"was her endure cry before she gushed.

And gush she did, a outpouring spewed from her vagina, soaking me and the bed apparel, pulse after pulse rate as her uterus and vagina contracted, she went off like an erupting Vesuvius, accompanied by her bawling sounds. I licked her nectar, sucking at her vaginal hatchway, demanding more, she obliged, her flow fill my oral cavity ; it was more spectacular than I could let imagined I stayed on her until she begged for assuagement ; she was so sensitive that she couldn't endure any more.

She laid in my implements of war,"My God Chris, what did you do to me."

"Still think it's dirty ?"

"Yes, it IS dirty, you licked where I pee, that's nasty."

"deficiency me to do it again ?"

In a shy, quiet, quivery voice she answered,"Yes, I do want you to do it again. I've never been so wind up, so charge in my life. It was the most fabulous feeling I've ever experienced, so, I'll just wash really good down there so I'm not dirty."

"I adored the taste of you Martha, I like you just like you are ; don't modification anything."

"Chris, what's happening to me, yesterday morning I was a fifty-seven year old virgin thief, now you're taking me as your lover ; you a full-bodied, handsome Loretta Young man ; what do you require from me ?"

"I want you as my lover and, hopefully some day as my love."

Playfully I rolled her onto her tummy and attended to her behind, kneading and massaging her delicious impudence then spreading her and giving her my glossa ; when she was sufficiently moistened I invaded her with my finger, enjoying the fact that she was rocking back to get together my hand.

"You really like doing that to me, don't you ?"Martha asked.

Coyly I asked,"Whatever do you mean ?"

"You know I like the feel but you also know you scare me when you do that."

"Why would you be scared ?"

"I'm afraid you're going to, well you know why I'm afraid damn it."

"You think I'm going to sodomize you, don't you ?"

"Yes Chris, that scares me, I know I find what you do exciting but it's so dirty and I'm afraid it will hurt."

"Martha, I won't sodomize you unwillingly, I think and hope that one day you'll fling yourself to me but I'll never force the payoff. Now, about dirty, we'll deal with that and yes, it may offend a little but with a lot of lubrication, patience and love life, I think you can learn to care it, after all, we've proven by your reaction that you are anal erotic, we just need to develop that."

I helped her to roll onto her back, sex tonight would again be in the missionary view, we would try other things over the side by side few days but this evening I wanted to be able-bodied to see her centre, her face as I penetrated her ; I ran my cock along her vulva, found her vagina and thrust in. She exhibited a wince of infliction as I slid in, it was only her second time and she was still tender from the red of her virginity the premature Night, but as she accepted me a small grinning crossed her face.

Martha's thoughts wandered to an earlier clip. She'd stayed a Virgo the Virgin because the only man she'd ever loved was Chris'granddaddy and he was married, he wouldn't stray from the straight and narrow route ; she's waited and waited for him but all that happened was that the eld bled past tense, she was forty-two when he retired to his FL condominium ; middle aged, still Virgin ; her love unreciprocated, but now she felt a change coming over her ; she DID want the erotic love of man, a Schwartz man ; she did want to be Chris'cleaning woman, his lover.

She was beginning to realize what she'd denied herself, God it was so pleasant with a man between her second joint ; a man who wanted her, wanted to give her pleasance, a man who cared for her in spite of the disappointment she'd given him.

"Chris, could you suck up on my breasts while we're doing it, please."

It was with zest that I went after her, swollen nipples filled my mouth as my putz filled Martha's besotted vagina. I mounted her, riding her high so my phallus grazed her clitoris with every chance event, she reacted wondrously, encircling my shank with her ramification and pulling me far and harder onto her. I maintained a rhythm until she started to progress toward her climax then I pumped faster and harder, I wanted to meet her at the top, we did, she didn't spew as she'd done to oral examination sex but still her flow was copious, and joined with mine, the bed was soaked.

"Stay the night with me Martha,"I asked.

"Only if we can switch these sheets,"she replied and I think maybe she was life-threatening, I let her change the sheets.

"Can I have my pantie back, I don't want to leak out all over the fresh sheets."

And her plush posterior was again wrapped in pitch-black silk.

We slept entwined in each other's arms. Around four in the morning I awakened, Martha looked so saucy and free, my stopcock sprang to attention. I cupped her sex through her panty ; she stirred but didn't awaken, I opened her legs and admired her, my desire was overwhelming ; I slid the inset of her reasonably silk panties to the side of meat, exposing Martha's sex, she was still damp from earlier, I positioned myself between her second joint ; she came awake as my cock slid into her. I kissed her and said,"I couldn't resist, you're so tinker's damn sexy, so desirable."

"Chris I want you to want me, I'm glad you took me like this, it makes me feel pretty, it makes me feel desired and it makes me palpate serious when you fill me."

I finished pretty quickly, Martha didn't climax, I pulled out, her step-in slipped back into place, then I again took her into my limb as we both drifted off into sleep.

Our working human relationship continued to build, she truly was my stalwart correct hand ; she was rapidly regaining my confidence ; I was no longer interested about her satinpod and, as a lover she was all I could ask. It was like she was trying to make up for lost time ; even oral, her giving, me receiving came into our repertory albeit hesitantly. My lady still had her"dirty"apprehension. Finally, one evening after we returned from dinner I gave her a warm washcloth.

"If I'm dirty, wash me."

She did, then, tentatively, she licked me ; top to bottom along my shaft of light. I'd taken to calling her my"Sexy Mama,"I encouraged her,"Oooooh, Sexy Mama makes me feel so sound, conduct me between your sass, let me feel your natural language.

For the world-class time she engulfed me ; she was only courageous enough to take about half of my length ; still she bobbed on me until I was cook. I handed her a box of Kleenex and told her I was nearly ready to cum ; I really didn't expect her to withdraw, at least not this first of all clip ; I was hoping that she'd surprisal me but Martha is that old fashioned, button-down girl ; she grabbed the Kleenex.

Yeah, I was a little disappointed but I'd never let Martha get it on. She looked up at me, her pretty center were glistening and her beautiful face was wreathed with a grinning ; she was so damned proud of her accomplishment.

"Sexy Mama, grotesque, absolutely spectacular, hail her, snog me, be my sexy woman."

She snuggled into my waiting arms,"Did you like that Chris ? Was I good for you ?"She wanted my approval, my affirmation.

"It couldn't have been better,"I encouraged her.

Just a few present moment later I reciprocated, my Sexy Mama had become perhaps the world's greatest disciple of cunnilingus and I loved giving it to her ; it was the only time she squirted and her gyrations as she climaxed were beyond description. I fed on her, drinking her pungent ambrosia as she flowed.

As I often did, I rolled her onto her stomach and gave her a little anal caper. She like the attention but, steadfastly maintained that she was"dingy"there ; I vowed to myself to convince her otherwise ; I decided to set a little plan in motion.

The next day at the position, before lunch, I asked her to pick up some take-out Thai Pad ; I also gave her a piffling patronise tilt of things I wanted her to contribute back ; they were all available at Walgreen's.

She read over the listing ; her optic flew open ;"Chris ?"

"My Sexy mom won't be dirty any more,"I said with a wicked smile, pivoted and walked back into my office.

I watched her wiggle in her desk president, she no uncertainty knew what was in store for her later this evening and was not uneasy for evening to get along. She looked back through my exposed office door, her expression uncertain and frightful. Then she called in the food decree, picked up her purse and left.

When she returned we shared dejeuner on the dining table in my apartment. Like the eight hundred pound gorilla, the bag from Walgreen's dominated the way ; it sat on the sofa, unopened but we both knew what it contained.

Nonchalantly I asked what her dinner preference would be, mentioning that I'd like some seafood.

"Whatever you'd like Chris is fine with me,"she answered, she was distracted, she couldn't take her centre from the bag.

After we'd returned to wreak I found it entertaining watching Martha squirm in her chair and stamp sneak coup d'oeil my way ; at five after six I finally said,"seed on Sexy Mama, grab your purse and let's eat."

We went to the"Lobster shack,"had pre-dinner drunkenness then shrimp cocktails before Pine Tree State lobsters, by the sentence we'd finished my hunger for seafood was sated but Martha had just picked at her food ; she'd sat, her bottom wriggling in her chairperson like she had ant in her knickers. I asked Martha if she wanted to halt some place for a nightcap ; I really wanted to check to retrieve out whether or not she wanted to forfend going rest home, hold up the inevitable, if you will.

I was proud of her when she said,"No, let's just stimulate something at home."

As we drove homeward, Martha began to speak.

"You know I should fight you over this, don't you. This is going to be the most unenviable scenario imaginable for me."

"Martha, you can do it yourself, privately."

"No Chris, I can't, if it's to be done you're going to do it, I couldn't do it myself, although it does seem I've talked myself into this post, haven't I ?"

"It does seem so, yes,"I answered.

At home I directed,"Get the equipment for me delight, Martha, I'll get the water."

I waited until the piss was running squeamish and warm then half filled a bucket and stirred in two packet of Castile max ; Martha was seated in my gentle chairwoman, still fully clothed but waiting. In her mitt she had a tube of lubricant and her stigma new 10-ounce bulb enema syringe with the large nozzle ; she wouldn't be so"dirty"after tonight.

She stood and I began to disrobe her.

"I think I'd like you completely nude tonight,"I told her.

"Chris favourite, I don't mind showing you my organic structure at all but I confess, I didn't expect such an sexual inspection as I'm going to receive."

I slowly undressed Martha, first her skid then her outerwear, I wanted to be able to look up to her bosom, so off came her bra and finally her stockings then I stripped to just my boxer shortstop, sat and guided Martha down over my lap.

She looked so sexy ; suitable and vulnerable, tummy down, tooshie raised, still swathed in voiced silk panties, waiting ; I drew it out ; massaging her succulent bottom, teasing and toying with her, heightening her arousal. I slipped a hand between her legs, she was already lubricating heavily ; her breathing was raspy, she arched her back lifting her bottom.

She'd bought KY Jelly, I would use it instead of Vaseline, I lowered her step-in to mid-thigh then I rubbed some on her and probed her with a digit before filling the light bulb and greasing the nozzle.

"It's time Sexy Mama,"I told her as I parted her cheeks, touched the honker to her possible action and slowly pushed it in. I emptied the first enema then refilled the bulb and gave her a second.

"Martha, I'm only going to give you two for now, these have easy lay in them, I want to clean out your lower bowel, then I'll give you a bigger one with just gain water to rinse you. You'll be my super neat Sexy Mama."

I held her on my lap, rubbing her freighter, sides and back until she began to writhe,"I need to go Chris,"she told me. I helped her to her feet ; she quick stepped to the pot, one hand holding her panties up while I rinsed the syringe and bucket then refilled with warm, clear up water.

I was seated, waiting when she came back ; she again eased down over my lap.

"How do you find Sexy ?"I asked.

"A fiddling drained, I've never had an enema before. Chris, why have you left my panty on, this might be easier without them."

"mom, they'll be off soon enough but I wanted my cute little filly hobbled for the first fourth dimension, there will be no escaping,"I teased her.

"I'd never try to escape you ; I will confess, I've been worried and scared since you had me buy these things. I couldn't imagine what it would be like ; I thought I'd be embarrassed. I know you're familiar with my soundbox but this is different ; you're probing my most intimate place and I'm giving myself over to you, letting you trace me, get through me in ways I'd never imagined ; I was scared."

"Still afraid ?"

"Maybe a little, the big one's yet to come but it's more a sweet surrender, like I'm giving myself to you completely and that gives me a quivery tummy and a moist vagina ; I do feel just a little foolish laying her belly down, penetrate up holding a conversation, though,"she chuckled.

"Well then, let's proceed,"I said as I spread her cheeks and inserted her nozzle.

"You know, it feels prissy, relaxing when the water flows into me,"Martha told me.

I gave her the second bulb.

"Ummmmm, yes, that's pleasant,"she cooed.

It wasn't until she'd accepted six bulbs that she felt any irritation, with a little moan,"Oh I'm getting a little cramp."

I reached under her and rubbed her tummy, a orbitual motion, working the water system further into her colon. I wanted to meet her sigmoid, descending, transverse and ascending colons, to flush her completely. When she ceased her moaning I inserted another bulb.

Again, she cramped, again I massaged her, her stomach was filling ; swelling.

"It feels like a little babe swelling,"I said as I rubbed her bloat.

With a sigh Martha whispered,"I wish it was, I wish we could, I'd erotic love to have your baby Chris."

"It would be skillful, wouldn't it,"I agreed as I added another ten ounces, paused and rubbed.

With the ninth Martha broke out in a sweat and squirmed, her discomfort evident. I calmed her and gave her last injection ; she'd taken lx ounces, a slight over three quart, a exceeding amount of money for her low gear enema.

"We're done Sexy mom, now, just a few transactions for it to do its workplace,"I told her ; I was rubbing her tum, her back and her bottom.

After about five minutes the cramping became more grave, I helped her stand. She was turn, holding her abdominal cavity ; I supported her, walked her to the bathroom and helped her to sit. Had I been more the gentleman's gentleman I'd have given her some privateness as she evacuated but, truthfully, I'm not sure enough she was even mindful of my front as I started filling the bathroom tub with hot pee ; I tossed in some scented bath salts and waited with her while she finished.


An enema of the quantity I'd given Martha does not discharge immediately, she sweated and strained for almost xx minutes. When she'd finished I stepped out, allowing her some secrecy as she cleaned herself ; when she flushed I went back in.

"Now a decent hot bathing tub,"I said as I helped her into the tub.

First, I wiped her expression, which got me a pained, impulsive smile,"God Chris that took it out of me, I feel like I'm drained."

I gave her a lilliputian smile back,"It did learn it out of you and you are drained,"I told her as I continued to bathe her, her neck opening, her succulent white meat then her torso, blazon and legs and finally her feminine treasures.

I dried her with one of my big, fluffy Turkish towels then helped her into her prettiest nightie and took her to bed.

As I lay her down she teased,"You aren't going to hopple your filly ?"

"No, I thought I'd make erotic love to my Sexy mummy instead."

I lay beside her and took her into my arms,"I'm afraid I'm in making love with you Martha."

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I'll never do anything to wound you,"she promised as she gave me the most passionate buss ever.

When our rim finally parted she said,"I liked the attention, even the cramping was Worth it, are you going to do that for me again ?"

"Are you still"dirty,"I asked.

"I'm not quite prepare to take the next whole step Chris, long held feelings, opinions, don't die all that easily."

"Then, yes, you'll get more enemas, I think you should have one every Friday dark ; how would you feel about that ?"

"Like you cared about me and that I was surrendering myself to you ; please, every Friday dark would be wonderful.

Both of us were tremendously aroused by both our actions and our wrangle, I kissed her middle, her ear and down her pharynx then lifted her surgical gown exposing her chest. She was swollen, her pap larger than gum drops, stiff and red with excitation ; I took one into my lip, sucking and pulling on it as though I was nursing, she thrust her bosom out to me and sighed.

Her tummy was soft, sleek and tranquil, my rim and tongue tasted her frame, I teased her umbilicus then nibbled and nipped at the pelt covering her mons veneris and finally I parted her labia with the tip of my natural language. As I glided along her vulva, tasting her precious nectar she shivered, when I got the"little man in the boat"to come out to dally, sucking and batting her little gem with my tongue she erupted.

God, I loved it when she climaxed from oral stimulation, that was the only time I could make her squirt ; she soaked my face and her inner thighs, I sucked and licked until she finally was exhausted.

As I prepared to mount her she stopped me,"My good turn,"she said as she pulled me up.

My Sexy Mama wanted to take me in her mouth. I'll not refuse, she wasn't the most skilled fellatrix in the globe but it wasn't for deficiency of elbow grease. She slid up and down my slam, circling me with her tongue, enthusiastic in her efforts she soon could finger my phallus swell ; I handed the Kleenex box to her, she refused it and worked me all the harder.

"Oh Sexy, I'm gon na cum, I'm gon na cum,"I cried out as my pecker jerked filling her mouth. She stayed on me until my flow ceased then looked up. Her eyes were glistening, she hadn't contained it all, there was a dribble at the left field face of her mouth but her smile of satisfaction was unmistakable, it was a big stone's throw for her ; I knew what it meant to her and what it had cost her, I pulled her up and kissed her ;"Thank you Mama."

"Did you like that Chris ? Did I do dependable ?"

"You did good, you are the most delicious Sexy mom in the world."

She was all smiling as she rolled onto her tum ; she was ready for our drama ; I didn't disappoint.

Her bottom was so cute, I massaged and kneaded her as she softly murmured her pleasance. I opened her cheeks, teased her nasty ring then used my natural language until she was wriggling then I added something we hadn't done before.

I retrieved the KY and squeezed a piddling on my finger's breadth, warmed it and smeared it on her anus as I said,"I'm not going to record you, you're in control of that,"as I eased up over her spinal column and stroked my phallus in her slick crack.

Martha tensed but again I told her it would be okay and asked her to relax.

I massaged her shoulders and reached under her to fondle her tit as I continued to bait her. I could find her stringent brawniness pulsating, her anatomical sphincter palpitating to the pressure but, then I was getting too close to cumming, I stopped and lifted her to her knees.

"I want you from behind mommy,"I told her.

I opened her legs a bit more and let her feel my fingers on her labia then I spread them and entered her. She groaned softly and settled back against me as I filled her.

I waited until her stimulation became so intense that I knew she was on the scepter of orgasm ; I gripped each cheek, spread her and used my quarter round to penetrate her.

She moaned when I parted her sphincter then trembled as low gear one then another and another orgasm washed through her, she wailed and pushed back against me forcing my digital invader deeper ; I roared as I climaxed, pumping her with both cock and thumb until I was spent. I withdrew then leaned forward and kissed each cheek.

I was a little concern, I asked,"Did I hurt you ?"

"God no, that was heavy, fantastic,"she answered.

I lay beside her as she snuggled against me, a lot had happened, we were both tired, we slept.

Over the result month I was so please with the decision I'd made about Martha, I'd never been happier in my spirit.

She and I managed to get away respective weekends each month, and, yes, it was for gambling junkets. We'd been to Biloxi, Atlantic metropolis, to Sunflower State urban center for the riverboats, hit Vegas and even flew over to Nassau. I gave her her gambling valuation account and knew why she'd never been able to refund her unauthorized advances ; I don't think she ever won. Not the expansion slot, not Blackjack, nothing treated Martha well but she had her fun and so did I.

Our sex was incredible, my fifty-seven twelvemonth old Sexy Mama was almost more that this twenty-seven year old could plow ; her bottom was still virginal but anything and everything else, we'd tried.

I'd finally purchased a nice three bedroom house with a pocket billiards and hot tub ; although Martha still owned her home most nights were spent with me. We loved to own a swim in the passion of the day and then lounge in the hot tub after dark with a little wine and a lotta lovin ’.

It was nearly a yr since I'd taken over as CEO and I'd just reviewed and approved a declaration with one of our biggest client, I decided I'd carry the details over to my production overseer, I hadn't walked the floor of the fabrication adroitness in several weeks, now I'd have a chance.

I walked into Martha's work country, intent on telling her where I was going but as I came in I saw a flash of care in her eyes and she shut down the web page she was viewing before she turned to me. I thought, if she was a male employee I'd know I'd just caught someone viewing porn on the company's computers but I was for sure that wasn't the pillowcase with Martha. Nonetheless, I wanted to check out to find out what I'd seen. Instead of taking the marriage proposal myself I handed it to Martha and asked that she deliver it. I waited until she was on her way before going to her computer.

I swung into her president and brought the concealment back up. Martha had been too shaken to close out ; she'd simply minimized the screen door. The gambling site she'd been on came up displaying her explanation ; a check-out procedure of the history showed legion visits ; I was so disappointed, she'd done so well but she'd broken one of the two rules I'd set down. I minimized the CRT screen again and returned to my office.

I had a hard time concentrating on work, honestly I was undecided about what to do ; I know what I'd cautioned Martha but we'd come a longsighted way since then ; unquestionably I loved her and she was in honey with me. Finally, perhaps it was rationalization, but I recalled what gambling had led her to do in the past tense and she well knew the ruler that she was to stick out by. I considered waiting until Friday ; I suspected she might have a difficult and uncomfortable time sitting on the day after but then decided that I best get it over with, if necessary she could spend the observe day on the bed in my apartment lying on her tummy with aloe gel easing her aches ; besides, I had much more palatable use for her behind on Fridays.

prison term dragged until six. I suggested an other dinner, telling her I was a little thirsty but really, I didn't think either of us would experience up to going out later ; we went brightness, sushi and a match Methedrine of sake. She commented on my lugubriousness but I put her off.

At household we sat in the keep room, I started,"Why Martha ?"

She knew, knew what I was alluding to,"Chris, I'm so drear to have disappointed you but I told you how difficult it is for me to continue away from it ; you're going to larrup me, aren't you ?"

"I promised you that, so, yes, you've got a rattling coming."

She got up and started walking toward the chamber,"Can I keep my scanty on, maybe you'll want to limp your short filly so she can't get away,"there was sadness in her voice.

The hairbrush held a place of honor on the top of my self-love, I got it and laid it on the floor next to the chair we'd be using. I stripped to my shorts as she shed everything but her pair of pale scandalmongering silk panties.

I sat ; she came to me and bent over my lap.

"We'll talk later, now let's just get this over with,"I told her as I jiggled her into lieu and began.

I wasn't spanking nearly as severe as I could, I didn't want to injure her and, besides, this was going to be a protracted punishment. I spanked first her right cheek then her left impertinence alternating back and forth and so on, from the top of her buttocks down to the offer dividing her tush from her thighs ; back and forth up and back, the swish of silk, the snap of flesh on reddening flesh.

Martha was whining,"Please Chris, that's enough, I won't do it again, please,"she didn't realize I'd only just begun.

The fabric muffled most of the sound and provided a little, just a fiddling protective covering. I was keeping my eye on the bedside alarm clock and Martha was writhing on my lap ; the spanking cover until her eyes began to leak tear. At the ten hour mark I stopped and rubbed her bottom.

"Martha was a bad girl, wasn't she ?"

"Yes,"she whimpered.

"What happens to a bad girl Martha ?"

"She gets spanked."

"That's right, she gets spanked,"I answered as I lowered her panties down to mid-thigh exposing her reddened bottom.

"No more Chris, please, no to a greater extent,"she implored.

I began again though the sound was unlike, no silk to mute the sharp crack as my laurel wreath met defenseless charwoman. Once More, first one cheek then the early, alternation left and right as I worked up and down, she was in fully throated vociferation by now ; I continued.

She attempted to escape, kicking and twisting ; her pantie kept her from being able to kick too well and my forget arm encircled her, holding her writhing body down on my lap. The spanking continued as, again I watched the clock.

She'd by now quit trying to get away ; she was making whimpering sounds interspaced by asshole until the ten minutes had expired.

I pulled her panties back into berth and rubbed her sore bottom.

"You'll follow the ruler now, won't you Martha ?"

"Yessss, oh yessss, I won't do it again Chris, never again."

"Didn't you promise that once before Martha ?"

"Chris, please, delight forgive me, I promise, never, never again."

"Martha, I give you the money to indulge your passion for gambling, don't I ?"

"Yes."

"You promised me that you wouldn't and I promised you something if you broke your promise ; what did I promise you ?"I asked as I reached down and picked up the hairbrush.

"A spanking."

"Just a spanking Martha ?"

She didn't even want to say it, in the tranquil most dire rustling I've ever heard,"A spanking with the hairbrush."

"That's right, a spanking with the hairbrush ; you haven't gotten that yet have you ?"

"Chris, please, I'm begging you, not that,"as the first of all blow fell.

She leapt as though I'd shocked her with a live conducting wire when the encounter met silk. The beginning was followed rapidly, a total of ten on each face on her pretty pale scandalmongering panty. I paused and lowered her underwear to her knees.

Therwhack, the foremost of twenty dollar bill on her bare bottom ; by the prison term I quit she was lying limply over my lap, not struggling, naught, just mewling like an offend kitten. I put down the coppice and rubbed her back ; her bottom looked too fiery to touch.

She was gently sobbing, hiccupping periodically as she tried to regain. Then she opened her legs just a little and asked,"Touch me Chris, touch me, please."

I slid my hands between her rotate thighs and met with a surprise, as my fingers opened her labia her vulva was melted, her vagina oozing, I merely touched her clitoris ; she shivered as she climaxed.

"Did my Sexy Mama like her spanking ?"I asked.

"God no, I've never hurt so much in my lifetime. It wasn't that, it's that you care, you want what's practiced for me even if I don't always do what's right wing. I know I might fall again sometime and I know you'll be there to subscribe care of me."

"Yes momma, I'll be there for you, dependable or bad."

She quieted and just lay with me holding her, still over my lap ; I think I loved her even more than before.

Finally I asked if she'd like some aloe gel rubbed onto her bottom.

"Yes, oh yes, please."

I helped her to stand then laid her on her tummy on the bed and got the aloe.

"This may be a little cold,"I cautioned.

"Lord I hope so, I'm on fire,"she lamented.

After I'd anointed her favorite red bottom I lay down beside her, pulled the sheet over us and with her nuzzling my bureau we rested for the night.

Next first light my Sexy momma was still awfully sore but she wouldn't hear of not working, I soothed her with a niggling more of the aloe, she wore white cotton panty for their absorbency and took little pillow to sit on and I watch her squirm the day away at her desk as she tried vainly to find a comfortable position.

She caught me chuckling at her joke and called me a mean Daddy ; the first time she'd spoken what was to become her pet figure for me, I told her that if she wasn't a bad little girl I wouldn't be mean. A seeming contradiction in terms since she was thirty years my elderly chronologically but it was how our human relationship had developed ; I thought it was sweet.

She'd faded to a pleasing pink by Fri even, she was looking forward to her clyster and I was looking forward to giving it.

She still got the two bulbs with the Castilla liquid ecstasy for a scummy GI washout then ten STD of warm water and I still teased her about her baby bump when I'd filled her. Yes, I still stayed with her filling the tub while she emptied then bathed her, dressed her in a provocative nightie and took her to bed for oral exam before our anal retentive frolic then coition. Tonight was no different although Martha was a little more queasy that usual.

Saturday was the surprise, we'd finished a wanton dinner, and we'd stayed in for a alteration. We had on some soft euphony and were enjoying after dinner drinks when she uncharacteristically climbed onto my lap and snuggled against me ; she was shivering.

"clutch me, I'm a piffling scared would you Daddy ?"She asked.

"What's the thing mummy ?"I asked.

"Am I still clean from in conclusion dark ?"

"Yes, it will last nearly three days, why ?"

"I still feel like it's dirty but I want to be your dirty little girl tonight if you'll have me."

"Martha, it's not something you have to do,"I told her.

"I know Chris but you've been so form to me, protected me from myself and made me find loved and cherished ; it's something I want to do for you, to cave in to you."

Shortly thereafter we found ourselves in bed in a passionate embrace, I was naked, Martha was still clad in twinkle pink silk panty and nothing else.

When we came apart I laid a pillow at her hips and lifted her onto it so that her bottom was elevated ; I slid her panties down and off and raised her leg so I could admittance her rosebud. KY and more KY, lubricating her fingering her, getting her ready.

She was tense. I massaged her hips, rubbed her tummy and talked to her, you need to loosen for me Sexy momma, if I hurt you, say so and I'll stop, okay ?"

"OK, just be gentle with me, please."

"I will be, here's what we need to do. I'll mechanical press against you and ask you to fight, I want you to push like you're going to the john, it will relax your sphincter muscle and let me in easy then I'll wait for you to adjust to me before I move into you. You'll feel an incredible richness, even more than when you get your enemas, it will feel like you need to use the thunder mug but you won't, it will be me filling you up. Are you ready ?"

"Yes Daddy."

I pushed her legs further back toward her boob,"hold your legs up for me until I'm in,"I asked. She held herself behind her thighs as I moved up and guided the head of my penis against her.

"Push mum,"I said as I leaned in forcing myself through her sphincter muscles.

Martha grimaced and grunted as I entered her ; I waited for her. When a footling smiling showed on her face I pushed forward. She softly moaned as I slid into her. My Sexy mummy was all and to a greater extent than I'd hoped, incredibly tight, hot, and smooth as I glided up into her well-nigh private passage. It was as though I was enwrapped in a velvet glove, her tight ring squeezing me ; I was in, I rested.

"Oh I do feel so full and I have a little ache way up inside me. Chris, do you like it, am I good for you pretty pa,"Martha asked, her breathing space was a raspy gasp almost like a Lamaze female parent to be,"I am your begrime minuscule girl now, aren't I,"she panted.

"You are marvelous mama, the best, God, it was worth the wait, I've never, ever felt anything so incredible,"I answered as I began caressing her breasts and pump her slowly and gently.

She thrust her breasts forward inviting my attention ; I took her hands from her legs and directed her right handwriting down until it was on her sex.

She had never masturbated for me, no doubt she'd moot it begrime, too but she was now. I lifted her moistened finger's breadth, took them in my back talk, sucked them and guided them back. One of my hands was still on her breasts ; the other was directing hers on how to unhood her clitoris. When she touched herself she began to rub.

I was watching her, her compactness was divided, accepting me in her bowels, her breasts and her head trip ; she finally looked up into my eyes.

Almost in superfluity she gave me a short whimsical smiling,"Daddy, you know I don't usually talk like I'm about to but a long prison term ago I was reading one of those bodice busting Romance novels and the heroine said she felt like a"freshly fucked fox in a forest fire,"her implication being that she'd never felt so hot in her entire macrocosm. Almost a year ago I was a fifty-seven year old fair sex destined to be a Virgin spinster, one instance of unanswered love the only romance I'd had in my life. Sex was a concept nameless to me and I thought anything outside the confines of the missionary emplacement was dingy. I was a thief finding unrewarding consolation as an uncontrolled gambler. And I see myself now, at this very example ; I promise, if you don't want me to, I'll never talk like this again but please looking at at me.

Now, right now, I'm laying with the most fantastic man in the humans, I have my hand buried in my cunt, my bosom are being fondled and I have so much turncock up my bottom it feels like you're in my stomach and I've never been happier ; bonk me hard Daddy, get me feel it, God I want to be who you want, I want you to want me ; because you make me feel like a freshly fucked fox in a timberland fire."

Her fingers brought her off just as I blasted ; I don't think I've ever cum harder as I pumped jet after jet of seed into her and, at the Saame time she climaxed, her anus clenching, grasping, squeezing me ; it was beyond stupendous.

Afterwards we lay entwined in each other's arms, gentle kisses, sweet parole soft pinch, I think for both of us it was the most romanticistic evening we'd ever spent.

We're still together, of course there have been some ups and pile but neither of us would trade the life we have.

We married on Martha's sixtieth birthday, so, I'd have no heritor but my babe's husband was now my executive vice-president, when I retire the cape will fall to him and I'm contemplating leaving at thirty-five so Martha and I can enjoy our life sentence together.

By the way, the marriage ; it was a private affair here in the urban center then we jetted to Monaco for a calendar month of, what else, gambling .