My mind was wandering, as it does when idling in the sun, enjoying a rare day off. My thoughts bounced from topic to topic, mental pictures flitting across my closed eyelids, like vintage film flickering against the screen that were my eyelids. As so often occurs, an unbidden thought caused me to focus more attention upon it.
Doreen. I hadn't given her a single thought for many months, if not years. I first met her when I was a youngster, and I spent many a load of cum imagining what I would like to do with this older woman. Today she would have been termed a Milf. I can only guess at her age. Perhaps, around 40 or so at first meeting. Doreen became my fathers' mistress and remained so for a decade. Over that period I overheard many a conversation between them, and gossip about her from a variety of family friends. Some were jealous of her, some envious, and some scandalised by her.
Being an inquisitive lad I had found my fathers' stash of photographs of her. Old style Polaroids. Remember them? Years later when he died, I found a lot more material he had squirreled away over the years. Photographs, tapes and underwear. Not only of her but other women too. He had been a serial womaniser throughout his life. I suspect that a passing resemblance to film legend Errol Flynn in his youth did his chances no harm with the opposite sex. Despite his many faults, he possessed a silver tongue and a certain charm which seemed to make him very popular.
You may wish to form your own mental image of Doreen and I hope I can give you enough material to do her justice. She was a sometime blonde, who very occasionally appeared with black hair. As her pubic hair was black and abundant I would suffer a guess that the blond was bleached. She was often shaved downstairs but whether that was her choice or my father's wish, I really don't know. I have never seen her in photographs with any trimming such as a Brazilian, so I am guessing that in 1970 it was either one or the other, nothing artistic in between. The hair on her head was shoulder length and always permed. Big hair was popular. Her face was attractive however, for my taste, she usually wore too much make-up. She knew how to apply it though, and she was incredibly popular with men, so I guess for the period she was hot stuff. I heard many a bitchy comment from the women. However she was of good enough heart that she was an integral part of a group of friends who stayed close for a decade or more. Her husband was a really nice guy, but I don't think he knew how to handle her. Bit much for him, especially with a few Whiskey and Americans inside her.
Figure wise, I can see you expecting the usual ramblings of a stunning figure with fantastic boobs and even better legs, a waist you could reach around with two hands. Sorry. This is a woman of forty, who had two grown children, leading a normal life of work and home, a few nights out dancing and drinking, a restaurant on a Saturday night. I am surprised she had the spare time to entertain a lover. I know for a time she had a part time job in a shop. My father would go to the shop, and fuck her in the stockroom, enjoying the fact that the shop-owner would watch them through a small side window. Happiness all round. I've just had a memory flash. I remember now that my father used to be quite controlling. She drove a small open-topped sports car. Leaving work (from a different job) she would have to pass out via a security booth. She would stop, the security guard would have a quick word and a smile as the barrier lifted and off she would drive. My father would phone her at work and if she was wearing a short skirt or dress he would tell her to remove her panties for the rest of the day. On getting in the car skirts will always ride up. He would tell her to pull it up to C-Level (his term not mine), and make sure the guard looked. She was to have her legs slightly opened too. My father would then want to hear the details of the guard's reaction. He was a bugger.
Doreen must have had nice legs. She had been a semi professional dancer in her youth, and danced throughout her life. The group of friends organised and appeared in their own amateur dramatic group throughout the seventies and eighties. She carried short skirts well, but then it was a novelty and many women had legs decent enough to show off. I don' think people were so fussy those days. Women carried more weight back then than they like to now. Doreen was like other women. Her weight fluctuated. When she was drinking more heavily she ate less and lost weight. When she got her head back together she ate properly and put a few pounds on. My memory is hazy and I no longer have the photos to refer to. That is a shame, but it was long before home computers made it so easy to store private images. How was I to know that it might have been fun to look at them now and again. Oh, hindsight and that 20/20 vision thing.
I never saw pictures of her in which she were too fat nor too thin. Her waist was more defined when she lost weight. She was quite tall too, so those extra pounds were carried well, and as a dancer she moved gracefully too. She was blessed with a very pleasant pair of breasts. There was a certain amount of sag. However, they were large enough that it enhanced the look of them rather than detracted from them. It certainly provided her with a fabulous cleavage, an asset she was never slow to reveal. Her nipples were on the large side too but although she could wear a dress that was so low cut you would think she must pop out of it I never once saw a hint of nipple.
So, that is Doreen. I would guess at a size 12 on a good day, a 14 at other times. Decent legs, good breasts, curvy figure, big blonde hair surrounding an attractive face. Sexy of body and mind. A tease and a flirt. And developed sexually through the years by my father. It would take too long to tell how I know. Just trust me on this. That woman was malleable.
Doreen had two children. A son and a daughter. I didn't know the son, but in the early days the daughter lived at home. She was stunning. Around 22 at that time, and blessed with a beautiful face, and an awesome figure. My father was obviously enthralled. Enough that a few years later, after she was married, he came into possession of some polaroids of her in some very erotic poses. She was sensational in thigh length boots, and nothing else.
Doreen's daughter, who I will call Emma, met and married a good looking guy by the name of Ben. Tall and hunky, Ben was a confident lad who had a promising career and considered by all the ladies to be quite the catch. We only met a few times at family type parties. He was friendly, affable and it seemed to me, a nice guy. Had I been older perhaps we would have become good friends. Had I known his rather naughty mind I am sure we could have become very good matess.
During their courtship Ben obviously spent a lot of time at Doreen's house. Even after they were married it became Bens' habit to drop in at the house a couple of times a week at lunchtime as he worked close by. This way he kept Mother and daughter in touch by acting as a communicator. As the months went by he learnt quite a lot about his Mother-in-Law, and about his wife. His conversation would be both relaxed and wide ranging. It was not too long before his naughty nature and Doreen's flirty side led some conversations towards sex. Doreen admitted to having a lover, Ben confided some of his and Emma's fantasies. Of course, Doreen in turn confided the sexy chats to my father. This led to my father suggesting that Doreen dress a little more revealingly when Ben came round. I know of one occasion when Ben called, Doreen spent an entire hour with a dildo deep inside her, kept in place by very tight panties and trousers over the top. Within seconds of bidding Ben goodbye and closing the door behind him, she raced upstairs, tore her trousers down and screamed her way through an intense orgasm. A second and third followed.
My father was all for Doreen fucking Ben. Probably thinking he could wangle a way to fuck Emma. Did it ever happen? The four of them together? I don't know. He did tell me he finger-fucked Emma under the table at dinner once. I can imagine Emma getting off on that. I once overheard Doreen saying she would love to suck Emma's breasts as they were so lovely. She was right. Emma did have incredible tits, and was a very athletic fuck. Active and imaginative. Admirable qualities. Perhaps there is an inheritable gene.
As the weeks went by Ben would see Doreen in low cut tops, short skirts, daringly braless under a t-shirt, have the door opened by Doreen wrapped in a towel and apologising that she was in the shower and running late. Sometimes Doreen would be entirely naked under a dress. Not actually anything visible to Ben but a turn on for Doreen. Bringing herself to orgasm when Ben left became the norm. The more daring she had been, the quicker and more powerfully she came. Unbeknown to Doreen, Ben often confided in Emma how her Mother teased him. When Doreen had sat opposite him one time in a mini skirt he realised she was naked beneath and shaven. He'd had clear views of her pussy several times as she'd moved around. Emma thought this was great fun and told Ben it would serve her Mother right if Ben asked to fuck her.
A couple of visits later, Doreen had chosen a particularly low cut top. Their conversation had been raunchy. At the door Ben bent to kiss Doreen's cheek as normal. He had an uninterrupted view straight down her top, to a plump breast sitting in a very lacy bra. Already very aroused, any inhibitions forgotten, he reached into the top, lifted out Doreen's heavy breast, bent lower and kissed her nipple. Just once before replacing it in the bra. With a cheeky grin, he was through the door waving goodbye and calling that he would see her the next Tuesday.
Doreen was so sexually aroused that she went upstairs stripped naked, got out her favourite dildos and telephoned my father. She orgasmed three times in the telling, and twice more as my father told her in exact detail just how he would fuck her when they next met.
Doreen thought a lot about Ben's next visit. How would he feel? Would he be embarrassed and think he had overstepped the mark? After all, he was her daughters' husband. Eventually she had dressed in trousers and a jumper, and put some light daytime make-up on. Beneath she wore a rather sexy matching bra and panties set. Was this just in case?
Lunch passed by in general conversation, and Doreen was a tinge disappointed. As Ben was making his way to the door he begged a favour of Doreen. As he bent to kiss her she asked what the favour was. Their faces inches apart, Bens' eyes staring into hers he quietly asked that in future she wear skirts and not trousers when they met. Also he would like her to wear her revealing top next time they met up. But this time without a bra. She had magnificent breasts and he wanted to admire them more. As he spoke his hands had wandered down over her breasts to her hips, his thumbs slid under her jumper and stroked over her stomach. 'OK' was all she could murmur.
My father loved the idea and told her she must do it. She was uncertain though. But as I have already stated she was malleable, and a couple of small drinks before their lunch date meant she opened the door to Ben dressed exactly how he had asked. She had also complied with my fathers' wish that she have a freshly shaved pussy, nestling in the smallest pair of panties she possessed.
