As usual, when the eleven PM news came on TV, my girlfriend Myrtle's mother Anita excused herself, climbed the stairway adjacent to the TV room, and went to her bedroom. That would leave Myrtle and me sitting alone on the couch supposedly watching the news.
It wouldn't be long before I was feeling Myrtle's tits with one hand while she let my other hand explore her pussy. We would strew her clothing on the floor. My penis would become erect and ready to do its thing. Well, in those days, it was disgraceful to have a baby before marriage, Myrtle didn't have the pill, and so Myrtle would not let me put my dick in her vagina.
She let me masturbate in the crack of her ass. She let me masturbate on her tummy and spill my cum onto her bellybutton. She let me masturbate between her tits and spill my cum on her neck. My favorite place to masturbate was in her mouth and have her swallow all of my cum. She would give me a hand job and a blowjob but she wouldn't let me put my dick in her vagina.
By the time I had cum and was ready to cum again, the eleven o'clock news had ended. At that time, almost as though she were watching, Myrtle's mother called down from the top of the stairway, "Isn't it time Alan went home?"
I would take the hint and go home. The next evening would be the same routine. At eleven o'clock, her mother went to bed; at eleven thirty, her mother called down and strongly hinted that I go home. And so, it went for the first six months of our courtship.
One Saturday morning, I went to visit Myrtle for the day. When I arrived at her house, only her mother Anita was at home. Myrtle and her sister Maybelle had gone to visit their mother's sister and wouldn't be home until after supper.
After the usual greetings, Myrtle's mother and I sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee, eating a breakfast roll and conducting an awkward conversation.
Without warning, Anita changed the conversation. "Alan, I have stood on the stairway many evenings and watched you fuck around with my daughter."
She paused for emphasis. Her statement and the use of the word "fuck" shocked me. I was frightened of what she would say next.
She smiled the cynical smile of a victor. "Alan, if you and I sit on the couch, will you do the same things to me that you do to my daughter?" She paused again.
I let out a sigh of bewilderment.
"Please," she asked cutely after her pause.
"If you want me to," I replied hesitantly.
She stood, locked the kitchen door, took my hand, and led me to the living room couch On the way, she checked to be sure the front door was locked. She didn't want us to be disturbed.
We sat on the couch. She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, her hand resting on my upper thighs. My penis was still asleep.
I had no trouble getting her naked. She had no trouble getting me naked and bringing my penis to attention. Anita is a good-looking sixty-year-old woman, only a few pounds overweight. I would describe her as "meaty," not "fat." Her tits only sagged a little. They were firm to the grip. She looked like a good fuck.
"Stick it in me," she murmured as I kissed her behind her ears.
"I have never put it in your daughter," I responded.
"I'm not my daughter. I need a good fuck."
I slipped my penis into her vagina. Her vagina was wet and tight.
"Your vagina is tighter than I expected," I said.
"I haven't even been finger-fucked since my husband passed away seven years ago."
When it was time for me to cum. I started to withdraw my penis.
"Come inside me," she whispered. "I can't get pregnant."
I must have created a miniature flood inside her.
After we showered together, we sat at the kitchen table for another coffee. She offered, "You can put a fuck into me anytime that Myrtle isn't available."
