Cock Star Ch 01

Chapter 1 MILF in Hiding

Story of a sixty eight year old woman from a conservative background blossoming into a knockout MILF who craves the attention her 38E-22-33 body gets.

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I became involved with this particular committee a year ago after my husband passed away from cancer. My name is Nellie. I am sixty eight years old, but I have to admit in all modestly that with minimal exercising and having excellent genes, along with an affluent lifestyle I know I look decades younger than most women my age.

I have brown shoulder length hair and stand 5 feet 8 inches tall. I weigh one hundred and twenty pounds and my measurements, which I know draw constant attention are 38E-22-35.

The reason I know I look decades younger is because I am constantly being told that by everyone I meet. This is obvious, especially when people see me with my twenty six year old daughter, Casey. When they see us together they all say that we could be mistaken for sisters.

I was in my Mercedes, driving to one of the organizations I co-chair for a hospital's fundraising gala when my cell phone rang. Seeing the name that came on my dashboard screen caused my heart to race and a warm feeling rush over me.

"Hello," I answered even though I knew who it was.

"Hey there sexy."

It was the voice of my daughter's fiancé, Trent. Hearing his voice and seeing the image of him in my mind instantly had my heart beating in a flutter.

Pretending to be surprised and not wanting to sound overly excited, even though I most certainly was I asked, "Trent?" as I felt my body come alive.

"Hey sexy," he said in that same deep voice, that had me biting my lower lip as I felt my nipples come alive.

"Sexy?" I said in a throaty playful voice, "I believe you have the wrong number."

My heart racing at the sound of his voice.

"No I'm sure I have the right number, because I have you programmed in my phone as 'mom', and I know you have mine because I know your daughter programed my name into yours," he said with confidence.

" Well than, I'm flattered, but still don't think 'sexy' applies to a sixty eight year old woman, and especially from such a popular musician that has hundreds of screaming teenage girls virtually throwing themselves at you every night," I said in a coy voice.

"Not hundreds," he laughed."

"Oh. So you're not denying it," I teased which confirmed my suspicions about him having a wealth of girls.

"No mom, I'm not, but curious. Who told you?"

"My daughter, Taylor...your fiancé, in case you've forgotten," I teased.

I didn't need to hear it from her because I had seen it with my own eyes while looking him up on the music sites on my computer.

"Ok, ok mom," he said with a little laugh, "but all of them don't add up to how sexy you are," he said in a deep, sincere voice that had me melting.

"Trent. I have to say that you are great for a woman's ego," I said, than added in a throaty voice that had a hint of flirtatiousness in it, "especially an old one like me."

I admit that I said it because I wanted to hear him say more about what he thought of me and my body. Every time I was around him I could always feel his eyes scan over me and it always sent a rush of excitement through me when he did.

"Well if you'd really like to hear what I think of you and your killer body, just say the word mom," he said in a serious tone of voice that had my heart racing now.

'God please tell me,'

I thought to myself as I felt my inch long nipples push through my lace bra and sheer white blouse as if I was nude.

They were now aching to the point that they needed to be pinched or sucked to relieve the sensations that was coursing through me. I felt my breathing escalate and my 38E breasts were heaving with each breath. Suddenly a wave of guilt washed over me as I thought about my daughter.

Sensing that I was hesitating he said, "It's ok mom, I get it. But if you ever want to hear what I think of you and that incredible body of yours don't hesitate to call me."

He then added without any hesitation and in a very serious voice that took my breath away, "Because there isn't a day that goes by when I don't think about that body of yours mom and what I'd love to do with it."

"Ahhhh," I paused then in a voice that was a little shaken said "I most surely will Trent," I said, but wishing I had encouraged him to say more.

I was sure he could tell I was flustered, but not for the reason he was thinking. You see my daughters 20 year old fiancé is absolutely jaw dropping gorgeous. He's the kind of young man that makes a woman's heart race; mine in particular. He is by definition an absolute hunk . An Adonis by definition.

After a few breaths I began to compose myself.

"So, how about telling me what I owe the honor of this call? I said in an attempt to divert his conversation.

"Well we (his band) are coming to Colorado next week and I want you to come our show."

Laughing, but turned on that he would ask me to come I said," Me? I think I'm much too old for the types of establishments you play."

What he didn't know was that after me daughter told me the name of his group I went online and watched clips of their performances. That is the reason my body reacted the way it did when his name came up on my cell phone.

In the videos I watched there were teenage girls lined up in front of the stage virtually throwing themselves at him. My daughter, Taylor is 26 years old and is a flight attendant which is how they met. When she called and told me how she met this singer in one of the world's most popular bands I could barely understand her because she was so excited that her speech was slurred.

When she finally calmed herself she told me how he invited her to his show. I was a bit surprised that my daughter would go out with a musician, especially a rock musician because her dates have always been white collar business or professional types such as doctors and lawyers.

"Mom, I really want you to come and watch the show, and trust me when I say this; you'll be the hottest one in the room."

"Once again, you are very flattering, Trent but I don't think I'd feel comfortable surrounded by all your teenage roadies."

"Groupies mom," he said with a chuckle, correcting me.

"See, I told you. This old woman doesn't even know the correct vernacular."

"Come on mom, it'll be fun," he said in a sweet pleading voice that had me getting hot all over again.

"Well let me see what plans I have with Ted."

Ted is the man I've been dating. He is the president of the hospital, which I am on the committee of. He is seventy two and was a very good friend of my late husbands.

We started dating two months after my husband passed away. We were sitting at a table for a Gala to raise funding for a woman's shelter. During the evening we danced together and had a wonderful conversation.

Although we have been in bed together Ted's ability to satisfy me was less than satisfactory. I'm not saying this because I've had lots of lovers or that my sex-life with my husband, when he was healthy was extraordinary, in fact it was non-existent the last two years of his life.

What I was always comparing him to, which I know wasn't fair, was the illicit affair I was had with two male home-attendants while my husband was infirmed during the final stages of his life. There was also a one-time encounter with a young, black rap entertainer.

How the illicit affair started with the two teenage home-attendants.

It had been years since I felt like a woman and even though I was starved for attention I remained faithful to my husband. Both boys were eighteen and from the country of Montenegro. They were always very polite and courteous to me and extremely professional and were very attentive to my husband, giving him the absolute best of care.

I was embarrassed to admit that it, because had been so long since I felt the attention of my husband that I was so oblivious during this time that I never suspected that the boys were lusting over me.

For years I could feel when a mans or woman's eyes were taking in the sight of me. There were many times when I would be approached by men of all ages complimenting me on how I looked, some being so bold to say how sexy I was and that they would like to take me out.

I was well-aware that those invitations meant ending up in their beds, and although I was flattered I never acted on any advances, even going so far as tearing-up phone numbers once I was in my car. Admittedly, it was exhilarating to my ego.

I even remember my daughter telling me how all her male and female friends thought I was sexy. I pretended to dismiss it, but was thrilled to hear the comments.

While I was in the room with both boys or with one of them while they were caring for my husband I would catch their eyes drift from my husband to me numerous times while they were feeding him or changing his bedding. As I mentioned, it had been so long that I forgot what these signs of attraction looked like.

One day while my husband was convalescing from the intense radiation treatment I invited the boys to swim in our pool. I knew that my husband would not need their attention because he would sleep for an entire day after his treatments.

I told them to use the cabana to change and that I would meet them by the pool. When I went into our bedroom my husband was fast asleep. His breathing was different then I remembered, after his chemo treatments. It was as if he wasn't breathing at all.

Becoming concerned, I went to his bedside and put my hand on his chest and bent-down to listen for a sign of breath. I was relieved to discover that he was breathing, but it was a very slow wheezing sound, and ominously labored.

My immediate reaction was to call the two boys but when I looked out the window which overlooks the pool I watched them go towards the cabana. Seeing their lean bodies caused my nipples to push through my sheer bra and blouse.

'Oh God...been so long,'

I thought to myself.

Looking back at my husband I began to get angry; angry at him. I knew wasn't right of me to feel this way, but it had been so long since I had any company that wasn't a person from Hospice that I decided that I would change into a bathing suit an enjoy the afternoon by the pool.

At my dresser I stepped out of my high heel pumps then removed the pencil skirt and blouse I was wearing. Sitting down I unclasped my stockings from the garter I wore then rolled them down then removed my bra. The second I did I felt my nipples start to ache. They were sticking out to the point of being obscene.

For a reason I couldn't explain I touched both of them and instantly felt a bolt of lightning shoot through me. "Oh," I murmured out loud in a voice that was loud enough for my husband to hear if he wasn't in such a catatonic sleep.

'God, it's been so long,'

I thought to myself, reflecting on moments in the past where men and young men would approach and solicit me.

I then reached in the draw and pulled out one suit then held it up to me. The bathing suit I took out was fine, but I remembered that I had one I wore when my husband and daughter were away and I had the house to myself a few years back. I reached into the back of the draw and pulled out the suit. Holding it up to me I bit my lower lip as I thought of how much of me it would reveal. After putting it on I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if I should wear the other suit which covered a lot more of me.

The suit I wore was cut very high on the leg and had a plunging front and back. Compared to the bathing suits some woman, and my own daughter wear it was still on the conservative side, but for me, with knowing I was going to the pool with two young boys it was very risqué.

After I put on the suit I went to my closet and got a pair of sandals but when I walked past the mirror and looked at myself I immediately took them off and stepped into the black pumps that I wore at a meeting earlier.

Now when I looked in the mirror a sly, almost devilish grin crossed my face, and in a low voice I said, 'I hope they like what they see.' I had to admit that for being sixty eight I looked positively sinful.

Part of the reason for looking so devilish were the black pumps. They added so much allure and glamour to my bathing suit. Warmth washed over my body that I couldn't remember having ever felt. I knew I did, but after the decline in my husbands health it was pushed far-back into my memory.

I then put on a pair of sunglasses and walked out of the bedroom. Walking out of the bedroom I remember feeling so alive. This was such a contrast to my dying husband who was barely holding on to life.

There was a mix of sangria in the refrigerator, so I took three stemmed glass and the pitcher out to the pool. Walking to the chaise chair the clicking of my pumps filled the air around me and for the first time in years I felt so alive and more importantly, so sexy.

I noticed that the boys had pulled three lounge chairs close together before they went to change. The fact that they made the effort to put us close together let me know that they were self-aware and mindful. I put the glasses and the pitcher behind the chairs on top of the bar and filled all three glasses.

Taking my glass I sat at the edge of the chaise lounge chair and took a sip. I leaned forward and put my hand on the back of my left pump to remove it, but just as I was about to take my high heel off I had this naughty thought that I wanted to look sexy for the two boys so I decided to keep them on.

This was so contrary to me as I would never wear shoes like this to the pool with my husband or especially if we had guests. But now I was experiencing a feeling of liberation and I decided not to analyze it, but rather to embrace it.

When I heard the cabana door open I looked over at the two boys.

'Oh my God,'

I said to myself as I almost dropped my glass and nearly passed out as I instantly realized that I was far to covered-up. You see when they came out of the cabana they were both naked.

But the real shock came when I immediately noticed that one of the boys, Hassan had a gigantic penis. To say it was enormous was an understatement. At first I thought I was seeing things, or that the sun was making it difficult for me to see clearly through my dark sunglasses. In all my sixty eight years never did I ever see something so staggering in size.

His penis resembled a giant log as it hung down from his body majestically. I couldn't say exactly how big it was but it looked to be as long as my arm, and twice as wide!

All I know was that seeing it caused me to gasp in a soft hiss,

'God, he's enormous,'

I thought to myself as they came towards me. As he walked towards me my eyes went wide as I tried to comprehend the dimensions of his staggering size as his massive penis thumped from knee to knee terrifyingly with each step.

As I stared in disbelief I felt my nipples push right through the sheer material of my bathing suit. There was no denying that the sight of his massive penis aroused an excitement inside me that I never felt before.

'God, he's so enormous,'

I said to myself once again as they approached me.

I was so stunned by the enormity of his penis as he got closer and closer. Although my eyes were riveted to Hassan's giant appendage I acted, as best I could to be unfazed.

As they carried their towels they were talking to each other. They were acting as if nothing was out-of-the ordinary and I instantly realized that this must be a part of their European culture and when they each sat in a lounge chair beside me they began talking to me as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

I didn't over-react, but admit that my body was turned on at the sight of their lean-hard bodies not to mention Hassan's incredible lengthy penis.

I was glad that I had my sunglasses on because it hid the fact that my eyes were riveted to Hassan's giant penis as it hung over his left thigh like a massive log. As it hung over his thigh it seemed to be breathing by the way it would swell then contract.

Within a few minutes of talking and the three of us drinking the Sangria I became more comfortable with them being naked, as comfortable as I could with Hassan having such a monstrous limb between his legs.

After about ten minutes the other boy, Ahmed reached for the tanning lotion and got off his chair and came to me and began rubbing my legs with lotion. When he got up, Hassan stood behind me and took the lotion and began rubbing my shoulders and my neck.

"Umm," I groaned softly closing my eyes as I basked in the feeling of having four young hands on my skin.

"You like Mrs.," the young Ahmed said as he rubbed the lotion into my calves and up my legs.

"Oh yes...that feels wonderful," I said in a low, throaty voice.

I realized that my words were all coming out of me from years of being without attention, especially physical affection. It felt indescribable to be pampered like this.

"You have very sexy body Mrs.," he said as he continued moving his hands up my legs and to the tops of my thighs.

"Umm," I purred, unable to say anything as I basked in his touch.

"Yes...very beautiful Mrs.," Hassan said as his hands messaged me shoulder and the length of my arms.

"Thank you," I said in a soft voice, as I pictured him behind me with his giant log-like penis hanging so-far down between his legs.

"Stand up Mrs.," he said in broken English as he held his hand out.

Taking his hand I stood as he asked and as I did Ahmed stood on one side of me.

I couldn't resist the temptation to look over and see Hassan's massive penis so my eyes looked down and the sight caused a soft gasp to come from my lips. It was enough for them to hear because after I did Hassan said in broken English with a sly confidence, "I see you staring at me Mrs.?"

"I...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean too..."

Before I could finish he said, "Yes you did Mrs.," he said, grinning shrewdly, "I know I'm very big. I see in your eyes that you like my big cock."

"Oh God," I heard myself moan in a soft breath which I knew was enough to let him know that I was mesmerized by the enormity of it.

Suddenly both boys began kissing my neck.

"Oh God," I whimpered, as my body shivered with an excitement I hadn't felt for years.

"Such a sexy woman," Ahmed said in broken English.

"Ahhhh," I hissed as I felt my body awaken from years of neglect.

"A beautiful body we want Mrs.," Ahmed said, and as he did they each took my hands and put them on their penises.

"Use your hands Mrs.," Hassan said as he kissed my neck. "Stroke us," he said in a somewhat commanding voice.

That was the instant I realized just how huge he was, because when my hands took hold of their penises it closed all the way around Ahmed's but barely went around a quarter of Hassan's, and it wasn't completely hard.

"Oh my...I"

Suddenly, I froze as I realized where I was and that my husband was in the bedroom, which overlooks the pool.

"Boys, this isn't..."

Before I could say '

right'

Ahmed began kissing my neck and said, "Don't worry about him, he will be sleeping for days."

"Days?" I questioned.

Kissing my neck softly, which had me purring he said in a hot breath, "We gave him triple-dose of his pain medicine, and it will keep him seeping all night."

Hassan, who was also kissing my neck added, "Let him sleep while we fuck you Mrs."

I now knew why my husbands breathing seemed different form all the times he came home after his chemo treatment.

"You drugged him?" I asked surprised, but at the same time turned on that they did.

"Yes Mrs.," Ahmed said, "there will be no worries of him coming awake."

"We want to fuck you Mrs. We know this sexy body needs to be fucked," Hassan said in a confident voice.