This one is near and dear to me because its based on a lot of truth. Obviously a fantasy, but most of the foundations and descriptions are based on real people and places. I debated putting this in the incest category because of the close, almost familial relationship. I decided mature was closer to the theme and I think you'll agree. This is a stand alone story and not connected to anything yet. I do have some ideas for a sequel, so we'll see how its received. It might not do well enough to warrant a sequel and will stay by itself.
The woman groaned into the cool metal of the car's hood as the second orgasm reached its peak. She bounced her thickly built body back against the tight young abs that were slapping rhythmically into her big upturned butt. Arching her back seductively, increasing the intense feelings, she cooed and raised her head. I saw her. In the reflection of the windshield, I saw a woman being gloriously fucked by a very handsome, but much younger man, barely more than a boy. I knew she was 57 years of age, but her healthy lifestyle had allowed a few years to go unnoticed. She was still obviously an older mature woman, but looked a few years younger nonetheless.
She'd had blonde hair, that had gone mostly to white, cut in a cute wavy bob, barely past her shoulders. Hair that was sweatily sticking to her forehead at the moment. Her rich brown eyes caught mine as she mewled again in ecstasy. She had some of the expected wrinkles you would see on a woman her age, like lovable laugh lines and delicate crow's feet at the edges of her strikingly deep orbs. Her body was a deep tan from time spent in her garden in shorts and tank tops, occasionally tube tops to get the shoulders evenly colored. Obviously feminine, but plushly thick and generously proportioned, she was a voluptuous woman. She had acorn colored nipples, that were hard as granite, glistening with sweat and sliding back and forth across the car's warm hood. Her pussy was dripping nectar down her legs while the smooth hard cock sawed into her neatly trimmed gray-haired cunt. Many would call her a BBW, and that was accurate, for she was a Big Beautiful Woman with her very large luscious breasts, wide matronly hips, and curvy ample ass. That body was now coated in a gloss of sweat as the hard bodied, 18 year old boy, gripped those hips and solidly thrust into her creamy pussy again and again.
Who was she? She was me!
The enthusiastic young man plundering my cunt was my godson Eric. All but family, he was like a grandson to me. I'd been with him all his life and going to all of his milestone events growing up up. I'd watched affectionately as he grew up into a fine individual. A fine individual that was now giving me immense pleasure with his thick hard cock. I was watching us through the reflection in the windshield of his beat up Corolla as the strapping young blond, pushed into me. His sea green eyes were open, watching me in the windshield's reflection, gauging my enjoyment. Smiling his bright white smile, he delicately swatted my big ass and watched me moan once again.
How we got here takes a bit of telling.
My name is Joan. The young man, Eric is the son of our neighbor, my good friend Shay.
Shay and her husband Emery live directly across the street on the southern edge our small mid-western suburb. The are both around 15 years younger than my husband, Harold or I. They moved in as newlyweds, though we'd already known Emery through his grandparents, and he and Shay made their life here. Emery and Harold both work at the same place in the city and get along very well. We already lived across the street when Emery's grandparents, Morris and Donna lived here. They sold their house to Emery and Sha when they moved to Arizona to retire. Harry and I lived here with our four children since we got married. Shay and Emery had their daughter, Madeline (Maddy) after settling here, followed by Eric three years later.
We had gotten close over the years. Their kids played with our kids, though our children were older. We were honored to be asked to be his godparents. We would automatically be in his life, of course, being close with his parents and living nearby. This is when small townspeople knew their neighbors and could get along, but being truly connected to him like this meant a lot to us. Eric was like a kid cousin to my children and he treated us like honorary grandparents. Holidays, birthdays, sports competitions, school performances and special events like proms and homecomings, we attended it all for him, just as we had with our own kids, and will with our grandkids.
Emery and Eric were in a car accident several years back. Nothing serious but, Emery was on crutches for a brief time and it really shook the boy. When he was 16 and about to take his school provided driver's education courses, he just didn't feel ready.
He asked everyone, "Do you think its okay if I wait a couple years? I don't think I can handle it right now."
We all agreed of course. "Honey, you can take whatever time you need," We all told him. "If you are still leery about it, no one is going to force you."
It was only a brief time though. Two years later, he was 18, his friends were all driving, he was beginning to date, and college visits were approaching. He decided it was time. He took the courses, and I brought him the books from the Secretary of State office and he had no limit of help passing the class portion. Once he had graduated high school, he decided it was time to take his driving tests and get his license.
For 30 years, I'd worked at the Secretary of State and was due to retire soon. This functions much like the Department of Motor Vehicles in other states. I could retire anytime I wanted to really. My husband Harold had retired 3 years ago, after working 35 years, and we were quite comfortable with our four kids grown and on their own. I guess I just keep working because I don't know what I would do with myself. Gardening isn't year round here.
That's precisely what I was doing when I saw Shay crossing the street. I had my hair up in a kerchief to keep it out of my face. I was wearing some over-alls and a tank top under it. Shay is a petite woman, just as short as my own 5 feet, 5 inches. She doesn't have the buxom, voluptuous build I have. She is thin and very pretty. I think we both have the woman next door look. Hell, that's exactly what we are.
"I saw Eric go by earlier," I said, as she reached me. "Did he go and get his license?"
She smiled, "No, it's still the blue slip, so he has been going out with his friends. He's still incredibly nervous though."
I told her, "He'll be fine."
"Actually, I came over to ask a favor," she said. "Eric wanted to ask if you could take him out to practice more over the next couple weeks or so? His test isn't for awhile still."
I smiled as I figured the play, "So he'd like me there as some "official eyes." Giving him tips on what the driver instructor will be looking for and scoring?"
"Would you?" she asked.
Comfortingly I replied, "Sure. I'll bring my clipboard home with me and we can do some practice rides. Trust me, I can help him get over his nervousness."
She smiled sweetly, but I doubt Shay could anticipate what would occur. I knew just what that handsome boy needed to banish his fear of cars and to give him some pleasant memories to think about instead. It would be disingenuous to not admit that I too had noticed that the young man in question had become very attractive in most ways one would want. He is intelligent, polite, definitely a charmer and very sweet. He was always leanly muscled, doing well in track, soft ball and cross country. Plus, he has gone from a cute baby-faced boy to a chiseled handsome man.
The following Monday evening, I took him out driving. I stayed in my work clothes, because I didn't want to seem like just Joan, but as a driving instructor Joan. I had on some nice sensible heels, my floral skirt was professional length, right to my knees, I wore a purple blouse and black half sweater. My legs were encased in black pantyhose and my reading glasses hung from a delicate gold chain. My hair was styled for work and I had my clipboard in hand when he came over to pick me up.
"Have fun," Harold said as I was leaving, "Be fair. Try not to be too hard on him."
I smirked to myself at that. He knew me well enough to know what I had in my mind. We had even talked about it during our own lovemaking in the past. Don't get me wrong, I'm no saint and I did feel some guilt at what I had planned. Let's face it though, at our age, Harry and my sex life had gotten very less frequent and fairly routine. He wasn't opposed to it. I wasn't planning on running off with the young man, just getting him over his fear and having a bit of fun in the process.
Eric opened the door for me on his beat up Corolla. I slid in and I immediately had to rethink my light skirt as it rode up teasingly high on my thick thighs. I caught Eric's quick look, but sat down and settled in anyway. It was now about midway up my plump leg and I thought about straightening it out while he walked around the car to his side.
I decided, "This is what I want anyway. Might as well let him have some peeks."
We pulled out and that began our nightly drives. I noticed two things immediately. First we was already proficient and displayed no anxiety or nervousness. Second, he never missed a move I made or any tanned flesh I might expose. He did both the driving and the gazing with smooth confidence.
He commented, "Wow, Joan, you look really nice."
"Thanks, sweetie. I'm pleased you like it," I said appreciatively.
I obviously let him enjoy himself. I began wearing shorter skirts than usual to the office and deeper plunged blouses. Even the girls I worked with remarked on the sexier look. My voluptuous body was on display more than I had been even when I was younger and thinner. I never crossed the line into unprofessional, but it was just a tiny bit daring, and very exhilarating.
This all translated into sexier views in the car with Eric and was met with more gazing on his part. I realized he was into me and it wasn't going to be me convincing him or seducing him, he was making moves himself. He had asked his mom to ask me to drive with him. He had been directing us in our drives by stating "what he needed to work on."
Then came the day when things changed.
Shay's backyard goes to the railroad track on the northside of her house. With one road closed on her west side and her garden and side yard extending to the road on the east side, the backyard was a sunny secluded area where we could sunbathe. Which we did, frequently over the years.
