(Part 3 of 3)
Jem stayed away during spring break. My beautiful daughter Angela came home from college for another visit but I hardly saw her for all the running around she did with her friends. Still, no sense to risk her catching me in bed with her ex-boyfriend.
After the break, we dove right back into our lovemaking experiment. We continued calling it an experiment but of course it was love we were making. I certainly felt I loved him. And I flattered myself that he loved me. Not that it mattered though. There wasn't a future for us together. Jem needed to find a girl his own age, one he could marry and raise a family. As for me, I was starting to see possibilities in some of the men around me, now that I was ready to be a lover.
In the meantime we molested each other joyfully. Jem had become so familiar with my body that he could turn me on and get me off seemingly without effort. I had become obsessed with his manly good looks, his young body and especially his wonderful fat cock which rose to the occasion again and again. I loved the feel of it in my hands, sliding over my lips and tongue, pounding into my pussy.
But as summer approached we knew our time was coming to an end. During finals week we actually studied more than we screwed. When our tests were done we got together one more time to do it up right, get it all out of our systems. After that we would part friends, if possible.
We started with a long session of sixty-nine. We had a pretty good system where one of us would focus on giving pleasure and the other would just maintain oral contact. So while he was licking me real good I held his dick or balls in my mouth and while I was sucking him for all I'm worth he would kiss and nuzzle my bush. We'd tap each other on the shoulder when one of us was ready to pass the baton.
Over the course of an hour Jem brought me off three glorious times and eventually filled my mouth with his delicious come. We took a break to recharge and have dinner. I fixed him a salad while he grilled himself a steak. He asked if I wasn't having any and I told him I would just enjoy some of his meat.
After dinner we watched a dirty movie. It was well done and very sexy. I especially liked that it paired up young men with older women, like us. Later that night we acted out a scene from the film. Jem fucked me from behind and spanked my ass... hard. Then I rode him and he slapped my tits... hard. Then he climbed between my legs and while he fucked me he put his hands around my throat and pretended to choke me... softly, not hard.
We slept together that night, something we didn't do often since he lived in his parents' house. I loved having him in my bed, smelling his scents, hearing his soft snoring. It was so tempting to just beg him to stay with me forever. But I really appreciated having those hours with him.
Early in the morning I crept out of bed and spent some time in the bathroom. I had a treat planned for my lover and wanted to make sure I was especially clean for it. Then I curled up next to him and just loved life until he woke up. He wanted to fuck right away, no surprise. But I told him to be patient and he would be rewarded.
I fixed him breakfast and told him to come upstairs when he was finished eating. He asked if I wasn't having any breakfast and I told him I would just enjoy some of his sausage. Upstairs, I got naked and I spread a big beach towel over the bed in the guest room. We were going to do something strange so I thought it fitting to do it in a strange bed. On the night table I set a little glass of olive oil and a little glass of mouthwash. I was getting ready to do something neither of us would ever forget.
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Jem found me there on the guest bed, lying on my side with my tits hanging out. I had my right leg cocked up in front of my left knee. I dipped my fingers in the olive oil and reached behind me to rub some between my cheeks. Jem's eyes lit up and he took a seat at the end of the bed to watch the show.
"You know how you say that nothing about me is gross or disgusting, Jem?"
He nodded. I dipped my fingers in the oil again and reached back, smearing the slippery stuff on and around my butthole.
"What if I said you were going to get some brown-eye?" I asked.
He shook his head. I dipped my fingers again and brought them to my bung. I pushed my middle finger past the tight outer ring and got my anus slick with the oil.
"What if I said you were going to buttfuck me?" I asked.
He laughed and shook his head again. I dipped into the oil and two fingers this time penetrated my tightness. Oh it felt lewd and exotic.
"What if I said you were going to stick your cock up my ass, Jem?"
