The Visitor - Part 1
By Nutmegman
NOTE: Grammar is my nemesis. It always has been. I apologize in advance for my poor grammar. Computerized help is only so good.
A text arrived from my son Robert: "I'm coming home this Thursday for a few days and bringing a guest."
I texted back "Is this guest a girl friend or a guy? One room or two?"
"Girl friend. She wants to scope out the Springfield area as she is thinking of taking a job transfer there. You'll need to show her around? I have plans with the guys."
"Will you spend any time with me?" I texted and received no response.
Thursday arrived and I made sure the house was clean and the spare bedroom was ready for them both. Another girlfriend he was bringing home. I wonder if this one is serious, who knows, I was thinking.
It was 4 pm and the doorbell rang and I answered it. "Dad, this is Sue. Sue my dad. He'll let you know what he wants to be called." As Robert strode in with his bags, went into the room, dropped them and came back out. "I'm still not talking to you. You killed mom and should be arrested." As he strode out the door.
"Hi Sue, nice to meet you" and held out my hand. She took it and replied with "It's nice to meet you, Robert's dad."
"You can call me Mack. I'll take your bags. Aren't you going with Robert?"
"No, I'm not his girlfriend. Just a girl that is a friend."
"By the way, I ordered a pizza and it should be here any minute." I said.
Ding ding the doorbell sounded "There it is now. Let's go eat." We sat at the kitchen table and chowed down on the pizza and some wine. When we were full, I said "Let's go back to the bedroom and finish making the bed for you."
I grabbed her bags and brought them into the 3
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bedroom and Sue followed. "He told me you were his girlfriend and didn't clarify. Let me grab some sheets and make up the bed. One sec." Holding up a finger.
I returned and she helped me make the bed. "I have to apologize for him. I did not kill his mother. I loved his mother. She was killed by a drunk driver in a snow storm. Yet somehow he blames me." I said while looking down at my hands. As usual, my son had me near tears. "I don't understand how he can be so mean."
Sue sat down beside me and put her hand on mine and said "Let's get a glass of wine and go talk about it." As she stood up and sort of led me out.
I grabbed a bottle and 2 glasses and went over to the couch. Sue sat next to me as I poured 2 glasses and handed one to her.
Sue said "What's up with Rob's comment?"
"You're just a visitor, I don't need to burden you with this." I said.
"Mack, let me help you though this." Sue said.
"You're not sitting next to a murderer, if that makes you feel any better." I said sipping some wine and refilling my glass."
"Sarah and I made some chili the night before for dinner. The next day, we were sitting here, just like you and I and talking about dinner. Sarah said she'd like to make some baked potatoes and put the chili over it. I told her we can do that another night since it was snowing outside. Nonsense she told me, we have all wheel drive vehicles. I'm going to the grocery store to grab a few baking potatoes. I'll be back in 30 to 45 minutes.
Off she went. At the 45 minute mark, I stood by the front door window, watching it snow and looking for her. Then it was 60 minutes later and I was getting concerned. I checked her location sharing and it showed she was still at the grocery store. I figured the snow was slowing everyone down greatly. So I went and sat on the couch again.
At 90 minutes, the location had not moved and I was thinking her car broke down. I put on my winter storm jacket and boots and opened the garage door and a police cruiser had just driven in." I said as I filled my wine glass again and filled Sue's too.
"The officers came over and verified who I was and informed me that a drunk driver had slammed in Sarah's car right in front of the grocery store. They said the car was a wreck and when they got Sarah out she was dead. I nearly collapsed and the officers helped me back into the house. They said the driver that hit her was drunk and going much too fast and was also killed in the crash.
The police asked a few questions and said they would return tomorrow or the next day after the storm subsided. I sat on this couch in shock." As I started weeping as the memories came flooding back. "I'm sorry, I don't even know you. I will shut up now and not burden you with this."
Sue came closer and put her head on my shoulder and I was crying. She reached around me and squeezed me tight. "Mack, did you ever go for therapy?"
"Yes, (sniff), I thought I had come to terms with it. But Rob keeps throwing that in my face and won't listen to reason. I even showed him the police report. He even went to the town police and suggested they arrest me for letting her go out in the snow to her eventual death. He keeps saying it should have been me. Sometimes I think he is right." (sniff).
I gulped down my wine and was buzzing along now. I poured the last drops into my glass. "Sue, would you go get another bottle out of the fridge please?" To which she did. We uncorked that one and poured us both another drink.
While she was up, I pushed myself into the corner of the sectional couch and was leaning back. Sue gulped her wine down and climbed on top of me and held me close in a full body hug.
Here I was, a 40 year old guy with a pretty 20 something year old girl laying on top of me. Despite the wine and feeling like shit after the story, I felt myself getting hard. Sue must have felt it too as she wiggled a bit on top of me.
"Mack, have you done any dating in the past 3 years?" She asked. "No, I didn't feel like I was ready." I replied back.
"So no friends with benefits? No sex?" She brazenly asked.
It may have been the wine buzz, but I said "No, no one."
"You feel like you are ready." She said.
"What?"
She wiggled some more and said "Mack, you're ready. You're hard."
I'm sure my face was bright red upon hearing that "Uh, Sue, I am so sorry."
"Mack, please do not apologize. I am flattered. In fact, I am very much turned on." She said.
"But you have to be 15 or more years younger than me." I said.
"Mack, I'm 28. Age is just a number. You're a good looking guy." She said as she reached down and held me in my jeans. "Mack, you are very hard. I want to give you a blow job this will help you to relax. Can I do that for you?"
I suddenly couldn't speak and just nodded my head up and down. Sue, upon seeing this moved down my body until her head was at my groin. She unsnapped my jeans, undoing the zipper and opening them up.
"Oooh, red boxer briefs. Very sexy Mack. I like." As she ran her hand over my barely covered member. Pulling the jeans some more, she had me lift my butt and pulled the jeans completely off me. Returning to lay on my legs, she ran her fingers over my now super hard dick. I couldn't talk. I could barely breath.
Sue pulled them down a bit and I sprang free. Wrapping her right hand around the base she pointed it towards her mouth and gave a lick.
"Oh god. I am not going to last Sue." "I know Mack. I want you to cum in my mouth. Now lean back and enjoy. You'll feel great afterwards. You'll be nice and relaxed." As she started bobbing up and down and pumping my dick.
The feeling was incredible. I had forgotten what it felt like after all these years. She pulled off me and licked the head like a lolly pop, all the while pumping me with the hand at the base. Then placing her mouth over me and watching me with her eyes. She knew I was close. I know I was close.
Pulling off me. "Mack, don't fight it. Relax and let it cum. I want to feel you squirting into my mouth." She said.
I was sweating, panting, staring at her eyes as she engulfed me again. I was trying hard to make it last but couldn't. Then I exploded. My head swinging back. I felt like I was cumming and cumming. Like I couldn't stop. Three years of anxiety, leaving my body. Sue kept me in her mouth until I stopped cumming. She pulled me out with a slight popping noise and then engulfed me again, licking me clean.
Putting me back in my boxer briefs and then climbing up and putting her head on my chest. I was still paralyzed. I couldn't move.