After the passing of her husband to cancer, the sixty eight year old stunner reverted back to her ultra-conservative lifestyle...While driving to a meeting the cell range and ALL things changed!
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After the funeral it was the end of my experience with Hassan and Ahmed. There was one final time where we spent all day and night in bed together. Although I came hundreds of times and swallowed loads and loads of their wonderful hot cum while taking buckets way-up inside my pussy, the experience was overshadowed by the realization that it would be the last time for us. The following day my daughter moved in with me and they went back to their country as their student visas had reached their expiration.
The weeks went by with my being consumed with details of my husband's finances and his various businesses around the world. In the early months there were many nights where I would lie in bed and recall my tryst with Ahmed and Hassan, and the black rap-star, Devastate.
Those times always found me lying on my bed or in the Jacuzzi, or shower, masturbating as images of my experiences with each of the teenage boys rushed past me.
Sometimes I would focus on Ahmed's incredible oral skills, and others on Hassan and Devastate with their enormous cocks and how they each took me for hours and hours at a time. They were each responsible for liberating me from the conservative shackles that I was bound to as the proper socialite and pillar in our community.
But, as the days and nights passed, those erotic memories began to fade and I found myself sliding back to a place where I was the very proper and conservative woman I once was. This was also due in part to my daughter being back home, helping me sort through all the legal business I had to attend to daily.
During those months my style of dress gradually went from the alluring style I wore each day to turn on my young lovers back to a place where my hem-lines went beyond my knees and my blouses were non-transparent, buttoned to my neck. I still wore thigh-high stockings attached to a garter belt and always high heel pumps, because that was how I was raised and continued to maintain that proper etiquette.
When my daughter finally moved out after my late-husbands legal matters were resolved, I began getting involved in charities that were related his specific cancer.
This is when I met Ted and began dating regularly. Ted is the president of the hospital, which I am on the board of. He is eighty-eight, and although he is twenty years my senior, he is a youthful eighty-eight year old, with a trim athletic build and a fanatic for working out with a personal trainer daily.
Ted and I started dating two months after my husband passed away. We were sitting at a table for a Gala fundraiser for a national women'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, especially the last two years of his life.
It was my experience with the three teenage boys that I would always think about while having sex with Ted. I knew it wasn't fair to compare, but it was impossible not to, because of how uninhibited I was with them, and how sexy they made me feel.
What Ted lacked in the intense intimacy I had with my young lovers was made up in thought-provoking conversations on politics and world events, and a love of fine dining.
Although, Ted was much older than me we shared many interests. Being with a man of similar conservative values as my late husband added to my defaulting back to that ultra-conservative time in my life. For a year this was my life again.
Everything had gone back to a very conservative, traditional time for me—until the day my future son-in-law, Trent, called me.
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," came a deep voice that made my heart instantly flutter.
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 faster.
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 in a way I haven't experienced in a year.
"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 was now racing at the sound of his voice and him calling me sexy.
"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 then, I'm flattered, but I still don't think 'sexy' applies to a sixty-eight year old woman, and especially from such a popular young musician that has hundreds of screaming teenage girls virtually throwing themselves at you every night," I said in a coy voice.
"Not hundreds, Mom," he laughed.
"Oh. So you're not denying it," I said in a good-naturedly, chastising voice which confirmed my suspicions about him having a flock of young girls.
"No, Mom, I'm not denying it. But I am curious. Who told you?"
"My daughter, Taylor...your fiancé, in case you've forgotten," I chided.
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, including your daughter don't add up to how sexy you are," he said in a deep sincere voice that had me melting.
"Trent," I said, a bit surprised, "I have to say that you are great for a woman's ego," then added in a deep, throaty voice that had a hint of flirtatiousness in it, "especially an old one like me."
I was very much aware of my body and how well I looked, especially for my age, but 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 the white blouse as if I was nude.
My nipples 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 smoking-hot body of yours, Mom, and what I'd love to do to it."
'God, I wanted to hear what he would do to me in the worst way,'
I thought to myself.
"Ahhhh," I paused, then in a voice that was a little shaken, "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 daughter's twenty-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 enticing hunk—an absolute Adonis. 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 to our show."
Chuckling, but turned on that he would ask me to come. "Me?" I said, surprised as I continued to giggle, which I knew was a nervous reaction. "I think I'm much too old for the types of establishments you play."
What he didn't know was that after my 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.
