I'll confess, I was a little afraid. I'd just go the Chief Executive police officer of Schwartz ring and Bearing fellowship, the firm that my grandfather had founded thirty-five years previously.

It wasn't that I felt unprepared ; I was twenty-seven years old with a professional of business organisation presidency. I had worked summers in all of the departments of the fellowship from the time I was seventeen until I'd graduated with my MBA then I'd started replete time. to the highest degree recently I'd been vice-president of marketing headquartering in our Birmingham office.

My father had followed my grandfather as the head of the firm but with his recent, unexpected Death the mantle fell to me, I was coming base to our Illinois dwelling house office.

Schwartz closed chain and Bearing was a family owned companionship, all the pedigree save 100 portion was in the hands of my Sister and myself ; the 100 part were owned by Martha Washburn. Martha had been first my grandfather's executive secretary then my founder's and now she would be mine. Grandfather had given her the parcel. She was 57 days old and had been with the company for it's entire existence, all xxxv years.

I felt so lucky to have her, her cognition of the fellowship and our node would be priceless and, truth be told I adored her. She had literally known me all of my animation, when I was immature and gramps would take me to work with him she always had a little kickshaw for me and, in my adolescence I'd had a killer calf love on her.

Martha was still a well-favored woman, impeccably dressed and groomed, her pilus always styled and stylish, her nails perfectly manicured, her faint amount of composition tastefully applied. She'd never married and, to the best of my noesis had never dated ; I had intuition about her and my gramps but never any Sir Thomas More than that.

She was everything I expected her to be ; she took precaution of getting my signature added to companionship banking concern write up, set up appointments with the company attorneys and comptroller, provided verbal introductions to our largest guest, all in all she smoothed the way for me as I assumed my new placement and I was grateful ; she was absolutely indispensable.

I was single and not dating and there was a picayune apartment off my executive power, just a couch, easy chair, bed, dresser and a mini-fridge along with a closet, I'd use it as living quartern until I could find a house that appealed to me then it would be where I'd maintain a change of wearing apparel, but it would be convenient if I had to stick late in the office which would no doubt happened at least once a workweek.

It was a Tues, not usually a really fussy day but this one had been hectic. It was after six, Martha was still there working along side of me ; I'd be spending the dark in my flat but I needed to get something to eat. I asked Martha to join me.

We shared an Italian dinner and split a bottle of Chianti then drove back to the office. I told her I was going to act a piffling longer 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 twinkle aroma lingered in my sentience as I returned to work ; I had to confess to myself, I still found her alluring.

It took a bit of time but with Martha's unending help I finally settled into my number ; I wanted to give thanks Martha for her unhesitating assistance so I arranged for a particular dinner party, just the two of us and I was going to present her a earnings increase and an additional 100 part of the company.

We went French, the repast was exquisite, her party even more so. When I told her of her salary increase she thanked me but when I presented her share she was moved, with tears of happiness in her center she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek ;"Thank you, this means so much to me Chris."

Unbeknownst to anyone within the company ; our attorneys, our accountants, yes, even Martha I'd engaged an out-of-door company to guide an audit of the firm. It wasn't that I suspected anything untoward but I was new, I wanted to know the overall condition of the business.

A week later I received a call. The attender wanted to meet with me in some berth other than the office ; we made an appointment for dinner party for two nights later.

Over before dinner cocktails he opened his briefcase and extracted a folder. He laid it on the table and said,"Here is your completed report."

"God news, I hope,"I quipped.

"Well the troupe overall is in excellent consideration but there is an surface area of concern that you need to be aware of."

"And that is ?"I asked.

"You have pilferage taking blank space. It's not turgid measure at any one clock time, mostly petty cash, but it has been ongoing for quite a lengthy period of sentence. In fact it predates the setting of our audited account, it goes back at least ten years."

"Oh shit,"I exclaimed,"Any estimation who it is."

"Yes, I have an first-class mind who the guilty political party is, in fact there is only one person it can be."

"okay, who ?"

"Chris, this hurts and I know it's going to hurt you to get a line 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 fix up for telecasting and sound surveillance of Martha's agency, see what turns up."

Hesitantly I agreed. I expected that Martha would be exonerated in short ordination. I couldn't have been more wrong. Within two hebdomad I was presented with a farinaceous magnetic tape showing Martha surreptitiously folding various posting from the petty hard currency draftsman and slipping them into her purse ; I was physically sick, I rushed to the washroom as my belly 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 constabulary 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 dyad of days to condense what she was doing.

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

Finally, the day of the confrontation and I was still torn ; she was one of my very favorite people and she was stealing from me. I asked her to detain late after work saying that there were thing I wanted to discuss with her.

After the government agency was closed I locked up and led Martha back to my apartment.

Damn it, she still stirred me ; she was wearing a stud Swiss people clothes, bleak polka dot with dilute shoulder straps and a bit of flirtatious tulle around the tail, her bra had to be strapless to reconcile the thin shoulder joint straps ; her shoes were 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 chip Chardonnay then sat in the easy chair.

I just watched her as she sipped her wine. She must have grown uncomfortable under my silent gaze, finally she asked what it was that I wanted to talk over with her.

"How much Martha, why and how much ?"

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

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

"Chris…"

"Martha, I have security tv camera recordings of your knavery, so please don't feign, answer my questions."

"How much and why Martha."

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

Long after her current had stopped she remained in the can, eventually I checked on her. She was still sitting on the stool with her scanty around her ankles crying.

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

I asked her to stand then hang and pulled her pantie back into place,"Come on Martha, we still need to take in that talk."

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

"I like squeamish things and I like to take a chance a little, when it started I promised myself that I'd give back 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 lawyer I'll phone the police and let them interview you."

"No, I'll lecture to you. I've taken at least a hundred 1000 over the last twenty-five years."

"You started with my granddad 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 neat dame in a grey-haired dress and somersaulting dud behind bars but then ; I couldn't photo her as a thief either.

"What do you paint a picture 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 reward you."

"That is a opinion, isn't it ? But count Martha, let's settle on a hundred thousand one dollar bill as what's owed, even at five thousand a year which would be tough to do it would take you twenty years to make restitution, you'd be seventy-seven, I don't think that would work ; besides you're my problem, I wouldn't want you working for someone else ; my problem becoming theirs ; no we'll mickle with things here."

There was a stirring in my morass, 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 question, what I had in creative thinker was compulsion, but so be it, she'd save the spirit she'd created for herself with one nestling change ; she'd have a untested lover in it ; me.

I stood, walked to Martha and pulled her to her invertebrate foot.

"No police, no loss of job, still my executive secretary, no simplification of income and no restitution if you accept my penalization, otherwise it's the constabulary, questioning, confession, trial, jailhouse, your choice."

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

"whole step out,"I instructed.

"Chris what are you doing,"she asked in a shaky voice, but she complied.

I unhooked her strapless bra and let it fall to the floor. For a woman of lvii she was exceptionally firm, I admired her for a few moments.

She was wearing black thigh gamey hose ; I decided to leave then on. I told her to step out of her shoes.

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

"Chris, please."

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

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

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

"What happens to bad girls Martha ?"

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

"You'd rather see the police force, stomach your cartoon strip and body enclosed space hunt and be locked in slammer ?"

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

I jiggled her a trivial to get her into attitude. For the first-class honours degree fourth dimension I noticed her panty, silk, smooth, cool, silk, expensive ; I rubbed her upraised bottom as I got her ready.

Thwack, thwack, thwack ten stinging blows fell on her pantied buns. Martha squirmed on my lap, yelping then wailing from her spanking. I stopped and again rubbed her then lowered her scanty to her knees.

cranny, crack, crack the auditory sensation of my medallion on her bare can, 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 discomfited me but the next is for the company."

I slipped out of my clothes, took her panties 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 fellowship, this is your payback."

My fingers were at her vagina, she was dry, not lubricating, I got a little Vaseline from the jar at my bedside and got her ready.

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

Unbelievable, she WAS a virgin ; my putz met her 57 yr old hymen.

I couldn't helper 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 preciously virginity.

Oh God, she was cockeyed ; I'd never been in any that approached in that heed. Her speech sound were euphony to my ears, she'd cried out when I'd broken her hymen, then petty 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 word, magnificent ; then a cerebration struck.

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

"Yes, darn, yes, oh you're hurting me Chris, please stop."

"Martha, I'm afraid you're going to have to get accustomed to it, this won't be the only time, I'll want you again and often. I didn't do it 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 ambition. Her tears continued as I pounded into her, thrusting deep, lubricated by her virginal blood.

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

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

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

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

"Martha, you have a spectacular butt for a madam of lvii, in fact it would be wonderful on a twenty-seven year old,"I told her as I slipped a finger into her crack and teased her anus.

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

I wasn't going to bugger her, at least not today but I wanted her to experience a little more degradation, I positioned myself between her legs and, with a mitt on each nerve I opened her.

She leapt like it was fire as my knife touched her, I held her in place as I rimmed her then dipped my glossa into her and pumped her with its tip.

She moaned, pleading with me to contain, begging for me to end the lewd lasciviousness of my onslaught ; I ignored her pleas.

She was well lubricated with my saliva, her entreaties for me to stop over hadn't ceased but she was pumping her hips against the mattress, raising her keister to incur my attention, I rolled beside her and turned her into my munition ; my hand cupped her nates as a digit slid between her business firm boldness and ringed her tight rosebud.

Kissing her lips, I pulled her into an embrace, holding her tightly as I slipped the finger into her. She thrust forward when she was penetrated, her groyne grinding against my erection ; I pumped her tight bottom giving her an example, a scourge and a promise of what was to come.

Her representative was quivering with fearfulness, she asked,"Please Chris, you're not going to sodomize me, are you ? Oh God, delight don't do that to me, you can't hate me that much can you ?"

"No, Martha, I'm not going to give anal sex with you, at least not this night ; but sweet noblewoman it seems to me that your organic structure is betraying you. Your mouthpiece says please no but your body seems to be responding."

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

"It feels in effect doesn't it Martha, you liked the opinion you got, didn't you."

"It's lousy, a soiled 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 ground against me harder.

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

"Martha you can walk out tonight and never come back. If that is your selection I won't novice 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 jail. I won't ask for restitution, you'd never be able to action any refund schedule anyhow."

"You'd let me just walk away ?"She asked in amazement.

"Yes, I'd do that but I couldn't give you a expert job address and, let's face it, if you leave a job after thirty-five years, prospective employers will have questions."

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

"Of line I do, I'd be tickled to death if you arrived at work tomorrow and did the job you've been doing for thirty-five yr, except for your minuscule peccadillo that we're working through you've been zero but an asset to the company."

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

"Martha, I'd like to insist you detain, although there will be a slight change in our relationship."

She said nothing but there was a quizzical, questioning look on her face.

"Tomorrow, when you come in, bring a little suitcase with your sundry Lady thing, a hairbrush, a dyad of changes of vesture, a night-robe or two and various changes of underclothing ; seduce it silk, I love the flavor, we'll put it in my fiddling flat."

"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 concubine ?"

"Concubine, an archaic tidings but, yes, that's exactly what I want."

Martha stumbled out to her car, she was shaken to her very marrow ; take the air away to an nameless and relentless future or turn little Thomas More that Chris'sex slave ? She was sore from the expiration of her virginity and she was in a quandary. She got no eternal rest that night.

body of work started at Schwartz Ring and heading at nine each break of day ; at eight 45 Martha arrived at the office ; she had a little suitcase in her hand.

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

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

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

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

It was a little bistro, a triplet playing smoky malarkey as background euphony and a dinner comprised of an assortment of tasty hors d'hoeuvres, she'd had a cosmopolitan while they waited and glassful of both red and white wine with their meal ; Martha was feeling a little mellow by the clip they left.

He drove back and took her into the apartment for a fiddling conversation.

"Martha, you like nice things, nice dress, jewelry and the coddling of day spas and manicurists, true ?"

"I confess I do like to be pretty and pampered, is that so ill-timed ?"

"zip at all ill-timed 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 hazard a little, is that accurate ?"

"It's my vice, I've tried to leave office, I can't."

"I understand, I'm a bit of a participant myself but, again, IF you can afford to lose ; you can't, avowedly ?"

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

"Martha, I'll make a steal with you. You'll have your remuneration, use it for your personal needs, vesture and that sort of thing 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 buff, I've wanted you since I was a offspring stripling ; I'll want you at my beck and call."

"You are going to construct me your concubine."

"I prefer lover, but, yes, that's what I'll demand and demand is the absolutely accurate term. We'd have only two rules that I would demand you to stick to. First, I expect you to be my willing lover, useable when I ask and second that you keep your gambling to the quantity I give you as your post, is that achievable for you ?"

Martha had a contented smile on her face, it was hardly a severe terms to pay for what she'd done but she did birth 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 vesicate your bottom, understand ?"

His response shocked Martha, she knew it wasn't a menace, it was more a promise and she shivered at the thought ;"Yes Chris, I understand."

"okay, let's get your things put away."

I sat and watched as Martha stowed her affair in the vanity, bathroom and closet. I enjoyed the horizon ; she was clad in a cute pencil skirt with a hibiscus print, it fell just to her knees, her blouse was albumen accessorized with a brooch featuring the hibiscus figure and colors, her shoes were red three inch cad accentuating her slim calves, she was a gorgeous, ripe woman.

"parting the hairbrush out on the actor's assistant in font I need it,"I instructed, then added,"No, postponement, bring it to me, please."

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

I took the brushwood and laid it on the floor beside my death chair then I stood and began unbuttoning her blouse.

She voiced no objections as I took it from her shoulder and tossed it onto the sofa, her bra soon followed ; I massaged her breasts as I kissed her ; you are a beautiful woman I said as I sat ; worked her skirt up over her coxa and lowered her over my lap.

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

She still had on her little red shoes and thigh eminent hose with a black crinkle up the back.

"Chris… ?"

She could tell a spanking was in the works ; I struck without preamble, five firm whacks on the hindquarters of her panties. She was squirming but no teardrop ; that was about to change. I lowered her scanty to mid-thigh, picked up the hairbrush and struck her five speedy blows. She wailed in bother as she was world-class struck and was in bust, sobbing and pleading by the fourth dimension number five fell.

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

I kept her on my lap, massaging her sore bottom until she stopped crying, then I helped her to stomach, unfastened and unzipped her skirt and took it off.

She stood before me ; leaking eyes, naked titty, her somewhat ignominious silk panties, thigh high hosiery and red cad, no question the sexiest sight I've ever had the pleasure to behold.

"You're absolutely, stunningly beautiful Martha, authentic thoroughly enough to eat."

Martha's intimate experiences were so limited that she didn't understand the innuendo of my command ; she had no inkling that I meant it in the most actual mother wit as I stood and led her to the bed.

I laid her down then removed my wear and joined her on the mattress where I took her into my arms and kissed her ravenously. It took a few minute of arc but finally she responded, opening her mouth and accepting my glossa 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 swell and her nipples stiff.

Her breathing was ragged as I sucked on one breast while I massaged and gently squeezed the former. After both had been attended to, I kissed down to her taut pot. One script was between her legs, rubbing her through her pantie then I pulled then down and took them over her feet.

As I kissed and licked over her hill 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 perfume, heady, citrus/salt flavor and the salty scent of sea air ; I reveled in her ; my teen desires were being fulfilled.

I licked, top to bottom, enjoying her ; at her vagina I dipped in my glossa then moved low-toned, 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 clit. With my finger's breadth I induced the fiddling man in the sauceboat to show then I took it between my lips and sucked like I was nursing. I pulled her delectable small nacreous pearl into my backtalk then batted it with the tip of my lingua ; poor Martha had never experienced anything like what was happening to her decent now.

Her solid body started to tremble as her variety meat clenched, she cried out fearfully,"God Chris what are you doing to me, Oooooooooooooooo, what's happening to me,"was her concluding cry before she gushed.

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

She laid in my arms,"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."

"deprivation 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 aroused, so charge up in my life. It was the most fabulous tactual sensation I've ever experienced, so, I'll just wash really good down there so I'm not dirty."

"I adored the gustatory perception of you Martha, I like you just like you are ; don't change 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 racy, handsome Whitney Moore Young Jr. man ; what do you want from me ?"

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

Playfully I rolled her onto her pot and attended to her fundament, kneading and massaging her luscious cheeks then spreading her and giving her my tongue ; when she was sufficiently moistened I invaded her with my finger, enjoying the fact that she was rocking back to fulfil my hand.

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

Coyly I asked,"Whatever do you intend ?"

"You know I like the feeling 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 darn 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 issue. Now, about dirty, we'll lot with that and yes, it may bruise a trivial but with a lot of lubrication, patience and beloved, I think you can learn to like it, after all, we've proven by your response 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 position, we would try other things over the next few days but tonight I wanted to be able to see her eyes, her expression as I penetrated her ; I ran my cock along her vulva, found her vagina and thrust in. She exhibited a flinch of pain as I slid in, it was only her second fourth dimension and she was still tender from the going of her virginity the former nighttime, but as she accepted me a low smile crossed her face.

Martha's thoughts wandered to an originally time. She'd stayed a virgin because the alone man she'd ever loved was Chris'granddaddy and he was married, he wouldn't stray from the straight person and narrow route ; she's waited and waited for him but all that happened was that the years bled past, she was forty-two when he retired to his Everglade State condominium ; middle aged, still virgin ; her making love unrequited, but now she felt a change coming over her ; she DID want the love of man, a Schwartz man ; she did want to be Chris'woman, his lover.

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

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

It was with gusto that I went after her, swollen mammilla filled my mouth as my putz filled Martha's tight vagina. I mounted her, riding her high so my penis grazed her clit with every stroke, she reacted wondrously, encircling my waist with her branch and pulling me further and harder onto her. I maintained a speech rhythm until she started to build toward her sexual climax then I pumped faster and harder, I wanted to contact her at the top, we did, she didn't spew as she'd done to oral exam 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 change these sheets,"she replied and I think maybe she was unplayful, I let her change the sheets.

"Can I have my step-in back, I don't want to leak all over the brisk sheets."

And her plush posterior was again wrapped in mordant silk.

We slept entwined in each former's arms. Around four in the morning I awakened, Martha looked so fresh and unacquainted, my cock sprang to attention. I cupped her sex through her panties ; she stirred but didn't awaken, I opened her legs and admired her, my desire was deluge ; I slid the inset of her fairly silk panties to the side, exposing Martha's sex, she was still damp from former, I positioned myself between her thighs ; she came awake as my cock slid into her. I kissed her and said,"I couldn't resist, you're so darn 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 finger in effect when you fill me."

I finished pretty quickly, Martha didn't climax, I pulled out, her scanty slipped back into home, then I again took her into my arms as we both drifted off into sleep.

Our working human relationship continued to come along, she truly was my stouthearted mightily manus ; she was rapidly regaining my trust ; I was no longer concerned about her honesty and, as a lover she was all I could ask. It was like she was trying to name up for lost time ; even oral examination, 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 party I gave her a warm washcloth.

"If I'm dirty, washables me."

She did, then, tentatively, she licked me ; top to bottom along my shaft. I'd taken to calling her my"Sexy Mama,"I encouraged her,"Oooooh, Sexy mama makes me feel so commodity, postulate me between your backtalk, let me feel your tongue.

For the first off time she engulfed me ; she was only brave enough to take about half of my length ; still she bobbed on me until I was make. I handed her a box of Kleenex and told her I was nearly ready to cum ; I really didn't expect her to swallow, at least not this first time ; I was hoping that she'd surprise me but Martha is that old fashioned, conservative girlfriend ; she grabbed the Kleenex.

Yeah, I was a lilliputian thwarted but I'd never let Martha know. She looked up at me, her pretty eyes were glistening and her beautiful face was wreathed with a smile ; she was so curse proud of her accomplishment.

"Sexy Mama, fantastic, absolutely spectacular, come her, osculate me, be my sexy woman."

She snuggled into my waiting implements of war,"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 moments later I reciprocated, my Sexy Mama had become perhaps the mankind's greatest adherent of cunnilingus and I loved giving it to her ; it was the only fourth dimension she squirted and her gyrations as she climaxed were beyond description. I fed on her, drinking her pungent nectar as she flowed.

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

The next day at the berth, before lunch, I asked her to beak up some take-out Thai Pad ; I also gave her a little snitch lean of things I wanted her to bring back ; they were all useable at Walgreen's.

She read over the list ; her eyes flew open ;"Chris ?"

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

I watched her wriggle in her desk chair, she no question knew what was in computer storage for her later this evening and was not anxious for evening to come. She looked back through my open role door, her face uncertain and fearful. Then she called in the food parliamentary procedure, picked up her pocketbook and left.

When she returned we shared lunch on the dining table in my apartment. Like the eight hundred pounding gorilla, the bag from Walgreen's dominated the elbow room ; 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 eyes from the bag.

After we'd returned to turn I found it entertaining watching Martha squirm in her chair and cast surreptitious glimpse my way ; at five after six I finally said,"Come on Sexy Mama, grab your purse and let's eat."

We went to the"Lobster shanty,"had pre-dinner drinks then shrimp cocktails before ME lobsters, by the prison term we'd finished my hungriness for seafood was sated but Martha had just picked at her food for thought ; she'd sat, her bottom wriggling in her chairwoman like she had emmet in her pants. I asked Martha if she wanted to break some place for a nightcap ; I really wanted to break to incur out whether or not she wanted to deflect going home, hold up the inevitable, if you will.

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

As we drove homeward, Martha began to speak.

"You know I should push you over this, don't you. This is going to be the most embarrassing 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 position, haven't I ?"

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

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

I waited until the water was running dainty and warm then half filled a bucket and stirred in two packets of Castile soap ; Martha was seated in my sluttish chairwoman, still fully clothed but waiting. In her hand she had a pipe of lube and her marque new 10-ounce medulla oblongata clyster syringe with the great nozzle ; she wouldn't be so"dirty"after tonight.

She stood and I began to undress her.

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

"Chris Darling, I don't creative thinker showing you my body at all but I confess, I didn't expect such an intimate inspection as I'm going to receive."

I slowly undressed Martha, first her shoes then her outerwear, I wanted to be able to admire her breasts, so off came her bra and finally her stockings then I stripped to just my boxer shorts, sat and guided Martha down over my lap.

She looked so sexy ; desirable and vulnerable, tummy down, stern raised, still swathed in diffuse silk panties, waiting ; I drew it out ; massaging her succulent rear end, teasing and toying with her, heightening her foreplay. I slipped a hand between her legs, she was already lubricating heavily ; her breathing was raspy, she arched her back lifting her rump.

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

"It's time Sexy Mama,"I told her as I parted her cheeks, touched the snout to her opening move and slowly pushed it in. I emptied the first clyster then refilled the bulb and gave her a second.

"Martha, I'm only going to give you two for now, these have soap in them, I want to clean out your frown gut, then I'll give you a bigger one with just clear piss to rinse you. You'll be my super blank Sexy Mama."

I held her on my lap, rubbing her hind end, sides and back until she began to squirm,"I need to go Chris,"she told me. I helped her to her feet ; she quick stepped to the stool, one hand holding her pantie up while I rinsed the syringe and bucket then refilled with warmly, sack water.

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

"How do you finger Sexy ?"I asked.

"A little knackered, I've never had an enema before. Chris, why have you left my panties on, this might be wanton without them."

"Mama, they'll be off soon enough but I wanted my cunning fiddling filly hobbled for the first time, there will be no escaping,"I teased her.

"I'd never try to head for the hills you ; I will confess, I've been worried and scared since you had me buy these thing. I couldn't imagine what it would be like ; I thought I'd be embarrassed. I know you're companion with my body but this is unlike ; you're probing my near intimate places and I'm giving myself over to you, letting you trace me, penetrate me in ways I'd never imagined ; I was scared."

"Still afraid ?"

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

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

"You know, it feels nice, 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 soreness, with a little groan,"Oh I'm getting a little cramp."

I reached under her and rubbed her tum, a rotary gesture, working the water further into her colon. I wanted to fulfill her sigmoid, descending, transverse and ascending Costa Rican colon, to flush her completely. When she ceased her moaning I inserted another bulb.

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

"It feels like a little infant bump,"I said as I rubbed her bloat.

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

"It would be courteous, 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 final shot ; she'd taken sixty apothecaries' ounce, a piffling over three quart, a prodigious amount of money for her first enema.

"We're done Sexy Mama, now, just a few minute of arc for it to do its employment,"I told her ; I was rubbing her bay window, her back and her bottom.

After about five proceedings the cramping became more severe, I helped her stall. She was crouch, holding her abdomen ; I supported her, walked her to the lav and helped her to sit. Had I been more the gentleman I'd have given her some secrecy as she evacuated but, truthfully, I'm not trusted she was even mindful of my front as I started filling the bathtub tub with hot piddle ; I tossed in some scented bathing tub SALT and waited with her while she finished.


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

"Now a dainty hot bathtub,"I said as I helped her into the tub.

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

I gave her a little smile back,"It did consume it out of you and you are drained,"I told her as I continued to bathe her, her neck, her succulent breasts then her torso, weapons system and pegleg and finally her feminine treasures.

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

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

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

I lay beside her and took her into my munition,"I'm afraid I'm in lovemaking with you Martha."

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

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

"Are you still"dirty,"I asked.

"I'm not quite set to select the next step Chris, long held belief, opinions, don't die all that easily."

"Then, yes, you'll get more clyster, I think you should own one every Friday night ; how would you find about that ?"

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

Both of us were tremendously aroused by both our military action and our intelligence, I kissed her eyes, her ears and down her pharynx then lifted her night-robe exposing her titty. She was swollen, her teat larger than gum drops, stiff and red with excitement ; I took one into my mouthpiece, sucking and pulling on it as though I was nursing, she thrust her titty out to me and sighed.

Her tummy was soft, silklike and placid, my lips and knife tasted her physical body, I teased her navel then nibbled and nipped at the pelt covering her mons veneris and finally I parted her labia with the tip of my spit. As I glided along her vulva, tasting her precious nectar she shivered, when I got the"little man in the gravy holder"to come out to encounter, sucking and batting her little gem with my tongue she erupted.

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

As I prepared to climb on her she stopped me,"My play,"she said as she pulled me up.

My Sexy Mama wanted to get hold of me in her lip. I'll not deny, she wasn't the most skilled fellatrix in the cosmos but it wasn't for lack of travail. She slid up and down my rotating shaft, circling me with her lingua, enthusiastic in her efforts she soon could feel my penis 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 sassing. 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 side of her oral cavity but her smile of expiation was patent, it was a big step for her ; I knew what it meant to her and what it had toll her, I pulled her up and kissed her ;"Thank you Mama."

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

"You did good, you are the most delectable Sexy Mama in the world."

She was all smiles as she rolled onto her bay window ; she was set up for our play ; I didn't disappoint.

Her bottom was so cute, I massaged and kneaded her as she softly murmured her pleasure. I opened her buttock, teased her sloshed ring then used my knife until she was wriggling then I added something we hadn't done before.

I retrieved the KY and squeezed a little on my fingers, warmed it and smeared it on her anus as I said,"I'm not going to enrol you, you're in control of that,"as I eased up over her vertebral column and stroked my penis 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 breasts as I continued to bait her. I could feel her tight muscle pulsating, her sphincter palpitating to the atmospheric pressure but, then I was getting too close to cumming, I stopped and lifted her to her knees.

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

I opened her legs a bit more and let her finger my finger's breadth 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 foreplay became so vivid that I knew she was on the verge of coming ; I gripped each impudence, spread her and used my quarter round to get through her.

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

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

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

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

Over the ensuing months I was so pleased with the decisiveness I'd made about Martha, I'd never been happier in my lifespan.

She and I managed to get away several weekends each calendar month, and, yes, it was for gambling junkets. We'd been to Biloxi, Atlantic city, to Kansas city for the riverboats, hit Lope de Vega and even flew over to Nassau. I gave her her gambling allowance and knew why she'd never been able to riposte her unauthorised forward motion ; I don't think she ever won. Not the slots, not pirate flag, nothing treated Martha well but she had her fun and so did I.

Our sex was unbelievable, my fifty-seven class old Sexy Mama was almost more than that this twenty-seven year old could care ; her stern was still Virgo but anything and everything else, we'd tried.

I'd finally purchased a dainty three bedroom house with a pool and hot tub ; although Martha still owned her abode most nights were spent with me. We loved to cause a swim in the rut of the day and then lounge in the hot tub after dark with a footling wine and a lotta lovin ’.

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

I walked into Martha's work region, intention on telling her where I was going but as I came in I saw a flashgun of fear in her eyes and she shut down the web varlet 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 troupe's computers but I was sure that wasn't the case with Martha. Nonetheless, I wanted to assure to find out what I'd seen. Instead of taking the proposal of marriage 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 chair and brought the sieve back up. Martha had been too shaken to close up out ; she'd simply minimized the covert. The gambling site she'd been on came up displaying her report ; a cheque of the history showed numerous visits ; I was so disappointed, she'd done so well but she'd ruin one of the two principle I'd set down. I minimized the CRT screen again and returned to my office.

I had a hard time concentrating on employment, honestly I was undecided about what to do ; I know what I'd cautioned Martha but we'd come a long way since then ; unquestionably I loved her and she was in love 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 rules that she was to abide by. I considered waiting until Fri ; I suspected she might throw a difficult and uncomfortable fourth dimension sitting on the day after but then decided that I best get it over with, if necessary she could expend the following day on the bed in my apartment lying on her stomach with aloe gel easing her ache ; besides, I had much more palatable use for her bottom on Fridays.

Time dragged until six. I suggested an other dinner, telling her I was a minuscule athirst but really, I didn't think either of us would palpate up to going out later ; we went lightheaded, sushi and a duad glasses of interest. She commented on my gloominess but I put her off.

At home base we sat in the sustenance room, I started,"Why Martha ?"

She knew, knew what I was alluding to,"Chris, I'm so sorry to receive disappointed you but I told you how difficult it is for me to delay away from it ; you're going to spank me, aren't you ?"

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

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

The hairbrush held a place of accolade on the top of my conceitedness, I got it and laid it on the storey next to the chairperson we'd be using. I stripped to my pugilist as she shed everything but her pair of picket yellow silk panties.

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

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

I wasn't spanking nearly as hard as I could, I didn't want to injure her and, besides, this was going to be a lengthy punishment. I spanked first her right hand brass then her left cheek alternating back and Forth and so on, from the top of her keister down to the quip dividing her arse from her thighs ; back and forth up and back, the swish of silk, the crack of flesh on reddening flesh.

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

The fabric muffled to the highest degree of the strait and provided a little, just a short auspices. I was keeping my eye on the bedside alarum clock and Martha was writhing on my lap ; the spanking continued until her eyes began to leak out tear. At the ten min scar I stopped and rubbed her bottom.

"Martha was a bad girlfriend, 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 pantie down to mid-thigh exposing her reddened bottom.

"No more Chris, please, no more,"she implored.

I began again though the phone was different, no silk to smother the sharp cleft as my medal met defenseless woman. Once More, first one cheek then the other, alternation left and rightfulness as I worked up and down, she was in full throated war cry by now ; I continued.

She attempted to escape, kicking and twisting ; her panties kept her from being able-bodied to sound off too well and my entrust arm encircled her, holding her writhing body down on my lap. The spanking continued as, again I watched the clock.

She'd by now chuck up the sponge trying to get away ; she was making whimpering auditory sensation interspaced by sobs until the ten minutes had expired.

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

"You'll follow the regulation 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 luxuriate 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 quietest most fearful whisper 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 mendicancy you, not that,"as the get-go snow fell.

She leapt as though I'd shocked her with a live wire when the brush met silk. The initiatory was followed rapidly, a aggregate of ten on each impertinence on her pretty pale yellow panty. I paused and lowered her underwear to her knees.

Therwhack, the low of twenty dollar bill on her bare bottom ; by the sentence I quit she was lying limply over my lap, not struggling, goose egg, just mewling like an injured kitten. I put down the brushwood and rubbed her back ; her bottom looked too impassioned to touch.

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

I slid my hands between her slip second joint and met with a surprise, as my fingers opened her labia her vulva was liquid, 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 liveliness. It wasn't that, it's that you care, you want what's thoroughly for me even if I don't always do what's right. I know I might fall again sometime and I know you'll be there to take care of me."

"Yes mummy, I'll be there for you, effective 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 stomach then laid her on her stomach on the bed and got the aloe.

"This may be a trivial low temperature,"I cautioned.

"overlord I hope so, I'm on fervidness,"she lamented.

After I'd anointed her darling red tail I lay down beside her, pulled the canvas over us and with her nuzzling my dresser we rested for the night.

Next good morning my Sexy Mama was still awfully sore but she wouldn't hear of not working, I soothed her with a footling more of the aloe, she wore snowy cotton panties for their absorbency and took little pillow to sit on and I watch her wriggle the day away at her desk as she tried vainly to find a comfortable position.

She caught me chuckling at her antics 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 short girl I wouldn't be mean. A seeming contradiction since she was thirty years my fourth-year chronologically but it was how our relationship had developed ; I thought it was sweet.

She'd faded to a pleasing pinko by Fri evening, she was looking forward to her enema and I was looking forward to giving it.

She still got the two electric light with the Castilla easy lay for a lower GI washout then ten window pane of warm water supply and I still teased her about her babe prominence 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 gown and took her to bed for oral before our anal playing period then relation. Tonight was no unlike although Martha was a little more anxious that usual.

Sabbatum was the surprise, we'd finished a light dinner, and we'd stayed in for a change. We had on some flaccid music and were enjoying after dinner party drinks when she uncharacteristically climbed onto my lap and snuggled against me ; she was shivering.

"Hold me, I'm a fiddling daunt would you Daddy ?"She asked.

"What's the matter Mama ?"I asked.

"Am I still clean from hold up nighttime ?"

"Yes, it will final nearly three sidereal day, why ?"

"I still feel like it's dirty but I want to be your pestiferous trivial fille 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 kind to me, protected me from myself and made me sense loved and cherished ; it's something I want to do for you, to give to you."

Shortly thereafter we found ourselves in bed in a passionate embrace, I was naked, Martha was still clad in light pink silk step-in and cipher else.

When we came apart I laid a pillow at her hips and lifted her onto it so that her rear end was elevated ; I slid her panties down and off and raised her leg so I could accession her rosebud. KY and Thomas 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 relax for me Sexy Mama, if I hurt you, say so and I'll stop, okay ?"

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

"I will be, here's what we need to do. I'll press against you and ask you to push, I want you to push like you're going to the privy, it will relax your sphincters and let me in loose then I'll wait for you to set to me before I move into you. You'll palpate an unbelievable richness, even more than when you get your enema, it will feel like you need to use the stool but you won't, it will be me filling you up. Are you gear up ?"

"Yes Daddy."

I pushed her legs further back toward her chest,"hold your leg 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 ma,"I said as I leaned in forcing myself through her sphincter muscle muscles.

Martha grimaced and grunted as I entered her ; I waited for her. When a little smile showed on her human face I pushed forward. She softly moaned as I slid into her. My Sexy mom was all and Sir Thomas More than I'd hoped, incredibly tight, hot, and smooth as I glided up into her most individual transit. It was as though I was enwrapped in a velvet mitt, her tight ring squeezing me ; I was in, I rested.

"Oh I do feel so full-of-the-moon and I have a picayune ache way up inside me. Chris, do you like it, am I respectable for you pretty Daddy,"Martha asked, her breath was a raspy pant almost like a Lamaze mother to be,"I am your dirty little girl now, aren't I,"she panted.

"You are fantastic Mama, the practiced, God, it was Worth the waiting, 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 handwriting from her ramification and directed her right paw down until it was on her sex.

She had never masturbated for me, no incertitude she'd reckon it dirty, too but she was now. I lifted her moistened finger, took them in my mouth, sucked them and guided them back. One of my manpower was still on her white meat ; the former was directing hers on how to unhood her clit. When she touched herself she began to rub.

I was watching her, her immersion was divided, accepting me in her gut, her breasts and her self-gratification ; she finally looked up into my eyes.

Almost in embarrassment she gave me a petty whimsical smile,"pappa, you know I don't usually talk like I'm about to but a recollective time ago I was reading one of those bodice busting romance novels and the heroine said she felt like a"freshly fucked fox in a timber fire,"her implication being that she'd never felt so hot in her stallion existence. Almost a class ago I was a fifty-seven yr old woman destined to be a virgin spinster, one representative of unreciprocated love the only Romance language I'd had in my life sentence. Sex was a concept unidentified to me and I thought anything outside the confines of the missionary position was sordid. I was a thief finding unrewarding comfort as an uncontrolled gambler. And I see myself now, at this very instance ; I promise, if you don't want me to, I'll never talk like this again but please looking at me.

Now, right now, I'm egg laying with the most tremendous man in the populace, I have my hand buried in my cunt, my tits are being fondled and I have so much cock up my ass it feels like you're in my corporation and I've never been felicitous ; fuck me hard dada, make me find 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 woodland fire."

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

Afterwards we lay entwined in each other's arms, gentle candy kiss, odorous Word of God indulgent tinge, I think for both of us it was the most romantic eve we'd ever spent.

We're still together, of form there have been some ups and downs but neither of us would deal the aliveness we have.

We married on Martha's one-sixtieth birthday, so, I'd have no inheritor but my sister's husband was now my executive vice-president, when I retire the mantle will fall to him and I'm contemplating leaving at 35 so Martha and I can enjoy our life together.

By the way, the wedding ; it was a private liaison here in the city then we jetted to Monaco for a month of, what else, gambling .