In Praise of Older Women

Janis was at her desk when I got to work Monday morning. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I'm okay," she said avoiding eye contact with me.

"About Saturday night...."

"I don't want to talk about it." She handed me some papers. "Here are your messages."

I took the messages and went to my cubicle. My eyes were watering when I set my briefcase on my desk. She had gotten under my skin. Was I falling in love with her? I hardly knew her. We had only had one date. Well, two if you count the jogging. Three if you include Saturday night. Besides, I still had a lot of wild oats to sew. There were pussies I hadn't fucked. Her family was very open-minded. Maybe she would agree to an open relationship. Dammit! Why couldn't she just be a bimbo?

My day was miserable. I caught myself making dumb mistakes. Simple addition might as well have been calculus. My stomach knotted up every time I passed her desk. I was certain she would never forgive me, which made the pain even worse. The clock seemed to be running backward; I thought the day would never end.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday. I tried again to apologize, and again she blew me off. I tried inviting her to lunch, but she, of course, politely declined. Did I see a smirk on her face?

We went through the same routine on Wednesday. My stomach felt like it was developing an ulcer. I couldn't concentrate on my work. I didn't want to look for another job, but it seemed like that might be my best option.

Thursday morning when I greeted her, she responded with a smile. "By the way," she said, "Mom wants to know if you want to go jogging Saturday morning."

My heart palpitated. Was this her way of forgiving me? Or way I being set up for more torment? I hesitated a moment as indecision passed over me. I didn't want anymore heartache, but I didn't want to lose her either. "Sure," I said. "Eight o'clock?"

"Perfect. I'll let her know."

I was giddy with excitement. My work still suffered, albeit for a different reason. Her smile was back, which was a great relief. She still refused my lunch invitations, but the turndown was easier to take knowing I would be with her on Saturday. Friday night I could not get to sleep. At one a.m. I got up and drank a couple beers. I fell asleep on the sofa holding the second bottle.

I awoke with a start at eight-fifteen. Realizing I didn't have Millie's phone number, I quickly dressed in my jogging suit and dashed out the door with a clean shirt and pants in hand. I was forty minutes late when I rang her doorbell.

"It's about time," Millie said when she opened the door.

"I apologize," I said. "I overslept. I don't see Janis's car."

"She called and said she wasn't feeling well, so it will just be the two of us. I hope that's okay with you."

"I was looking forward to seeing her today, but if she's under the weather, it's best she get her rest. I'm ready if you are."

We took off down the street following the same route we had taken the week before. I had run during the week in an effort to build up my stamina. A week isn't enough time for a major improvement, but I wasn't quite as winded when we got back to her house. She kept up a conversation while we were running. Everything she said seemed to have sexual overtones. It wasn't the subject matter, but in the way she phrased her statements. I couldn't be sure if she was referring to Janis and me, or if I was being propositioned, or if it was her natural way of speaking. Back in the kitchen, she fixed us tall glasses of ice water. I downed mine in less than a minute and refilled it.

"Time to hit the shower," she said when her glass was empty.

"Okay," I said, "ladies first."

"No, guests first."

I got my clean clothes from my car and went to the bathroom. I didn't lock the door. Fresh towels had already been set out. After starting the water, I stripped out of my sweaty running gear. I wished I had brought a bag to put them in. Next time, I told myself. It might take a while, but I was determined to get courtesy down to a science. When the water was hot enough, I stepped under the shower head and closed the stall door. Just as I got the washcloth lathered up with soap, Millie opened the bathroom door and came in totally naked. She stepped into the shower.

Her eyes locked on my cock immediately. It took a moment to recover enough from her unexpected entry to attempt to cover myself with my hands. "Too late," she said. "I've already seen it and I like what I saw."

"What about your husband?" I stammered.

"He went fishing with his brother. They won't be back until tomorrow night."

"What about Janis?"

"She's not here. Don't tell me you kiss and tell."

"No. No way. I believe in being discreet."

"Good." She turned her back to me. Hesitantly I began washing it. She reached back and ran her hand over my cock. The predictable reaction occurred. "You've got a big one. I haven't had one like that for a long time." I reached around her waist and ran the cloth up her tummy to her breasts. I was amazed that an older woman, especially one who had had children, could have such firm breasts. She laid her head against my chest. "You have such nice hands." I definitely would be adding a notch to the old bedpost. My cock nestled into the crevice between her firm rear globes. I continued caressing her boobies. Her nipples stiffened more with each touch. Every few seconds she wiggled her bottom against my rigid prick. "I can hardly wait to have you inside me."

"Why wait?"

"Why hurry? We've got all weekend. You youngsters are always in a rush." I couldn't believe my ears. Here was a woman who could appreciate my staying power. Would Janis stay pissed off at me? I almost hoped so.

Millie turned and pressed her large breasts to my chest. My hard cock was in contact with her puffy slit. Her clit protruded from under its hood against my cock. When I scrubbed her sides, she put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled my lips to hers. Her mouth opened slightly as our lips met. Our kiss was soft and tender and prolonged. I gasped each time her tongue brushed my lips.

When our mouths finally parted, she took the cloth and quickly scrubbed my chest. Ordering me to turn around she did my back and bottom, then she turned me back around to face her. She added more soap to the cloth and gently washed my cock and balls. It took all of my concentration to refrain from shooting off into her hand.

After we toweled ourselves dry, I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. I placed her gently on the bed and laid beside her. Our lips met again. My hand crept slowly up her leg to her bottom. When I touched her butt, she ground her pussy against my boner. "I hope you have more stamina in bed than you have when running," she whispered.

"I'll do my best," I promised. I was astounded by how hot Millie was. For a moment I considered dumping Janis in favor of her mother. I made a mental note to be very careful what I said around Janis. Maybe I could find a way to keep fucking both of them.

I caressed Millie's sides and back as our kisses lingered. Her lips found my chin and neck, and mine found hers. Everything we did was in slow motion. Her mouth turned my nipples into tiny bullets protruding from my chest. Each of her breasts received six full circles around them before my lips and tongue found her nipples. Her breathing, like mine, was slow and deep. We had been in bed an hour before she took the tip of my cock into her mouth. I thought I might be too big for her, but she got my glans completely inside. My nostrils flared when she ran her tongue around the edge of my cockhead. Her suction felt like a vacuum cleaner trying to draw my nuts through my shaft. I felt like I was in heaven.

Her flat tummy drew me like a magnet. My lips crisscrossed her abdomen slowly approaching her pelvis. I skipped her dripping lips and kissed her thighs instead. The moment my mouth pressed against her leg her knees slammed together trapping my head between her powerful legs. A full minute passed before she released me. I kissed her other thigh and found myself imprisoned again. Her breathing rate increased as I got closer to her dripping pussy. I wasn't anywhere near her clit when she had her next climax. "Where did you learn to use your mouth like that?" she asked between gasps. I was too busy munching on her swollen pussy lips to answer, not that she expected it. My tongue traced a line up one side of the folds of her inner lips. As I approached her clit, her legs pressed my ears against my skull. She came again when I puckered my lips around her little dick. While her legs held my head in a vise grip, I hummed a low note which sent her into orbit.

"I need you inside me!" she cried. "Please, put that beast in me!" I crawled between her legs. Frantically she grabbed my pole and led it to her sloppy wet cunt. I slid into her slowly letting her savor the stretching of her vagina. "Ohhh," she sighed. Not wanting to hurt her, I entered at a snail's pace. "Come on, I can take all of it." I eased myself inside her until my nut sac rested against her arse. "That feels so wonderful." I moved my hips in a circle. Her pussy muscles gripped my shaft. "Would you believe I'm multi-orgasmic? she said with a wicked grin.

"I would never have guessed," I said playing along with her joke.

"Come on, pump me. I want to show you what a real woman is like." I eased back until only the tip of my meat was in the entrance to her passageway. "I said pump, not tease." I rammed back in, and she screamed with delight. After pulling back slowly, I gave her another hard jab. Her vaginal muscles squeezed my dick again. "Pretend you're a rabbit," she commanded. I put my will power in gear to avoid my own climax and began thrusting rapidly. Her pussy tightened immediately. "Keep that up." Amazingly her tunnel constricted more and more until I was forced out of her. Her nails dug into my back as the tip of my cock banged futilely at her door.

Several minutes passed before she could speak. "I bet you've never experienced that before," Millie said with a huge grin.

"You're right," I said. "You make a virgin feel loose."

"I couldn't feel anything. Have you had your party?"

"Not yet. Do you feel up to another one like that?"

"My word, you have staying power. Let me get on top. You're starting to get heavy." When I rolled off her, she got a tube of lubricant from the nightstand and spread some of the gel on my prick. "I'm starting to get a little dry. This should keep us going for a while." She carefully lowered herself onto my peg, then sat still for a minute. "Mmm, I love how you fill me up. I want to continue seeing you. I have to find a way to keep Janis and her father out of the house on the weekends."

"There's always my apartment." I glanced at the clock. We had been in bed for three hours already. She was phenomenal. Was I in heaven? Who was I to argue with her? If she wanted to keep going, I was willing and able.

Millie rocked her hips back and forth until she was on the verge of another orgasm, then stopped. Once the urge to cum passed, she began rocking again. She continued bringing herself to her peak and stopping. The next time I looked at the clock she had been doing it for an hour. All that time I had just laid back, occasionally caressing her thighs and breasts. Finally she leaned over and pressed her tits tightly to my chest. "Okay, bang me good," she said. I propped my feet up and thrusted rapidly into her. Her pussy held my dick like a vise. I had gotten beyond all desire to climax. Her grip tightened until once again I was forced out of her cunt.

She laid on me panting for a long time. Four and a half hours had passed since we left the shower. No woman had ever gone that long with me. The majority didn't last two hours. "I can't take any more," she said as she rolled off me.

"Don't I get a turn?" I complained. "You got off dozens of times."

"A hundred and twelve to be exact. I'm sorry. I never thought I'd ever cry uncle, but you're too much."

"When can I see you again?"

"I don't know. We'll work something out. Janis will be feeling better next week, so she will be putting a crimp on things. Don't worry; I'll call you when the coast is clear."

I took Millie out for a late lunch. When I got her home, her husband's car was in the driveway. I cringed when I saw the car, but she grabbed my neck and pressed her mouth to mine in a hot tongue-probing kiss before getting out of the car.

I was sitting down in front of my television at eight o'clock when I first noticed a slight tenderness in my balls. By eight-thirty, the tenderness had become a major ache. At nine I was doubled over in pain.

I don't remember getting any sleep that night. Somewhere in my agony, I heard Janis and Millie laughing at me. It was not a funny joke kind of laugh. It was the mirth of vengeance.

By Monday, the pain had subsided enough that I was able to walk bowlegged. I must have been a sight when I got to work. Everyone I passed giggled. Janis was already at her desk. "Hi," she said cheerfully, "how did Saturday go?"

"It was okay," I said forcing a smile.

"Mom said you did a marathon."

"We only went five miles."

"I wasn't talking about running." I felt my face turn scarlet. She stood, put her arm in mine, and walked me to my cubicle. Once there she backed me against the wall and put her arms around my neck. "Like I said, I wasn't talking about running."

I looked at the floor, the ceiling, anyplace where I could avoid eye contact with her. The girl I was falling in love with knew I had fucked her mother. They had set me up. I felt like the ultimate chump. "I am so sorry," I whispered. "You must think I'm the world's biggest asshole."

"I think you are full of yourself."

"Believe me. I got emptied out last weekend."

"That's good to hear."

"Could I have another chance? I promise not to hurt anyone again."

"I was hoping you'd ask. By the way, Mom wants to see you again too." I cringed. "It's okay. She likes you, and I'm not jealous. It was my idea for her to...."

"...to teach me a lesson. I've got the picture."

How many men can say they have a loving relationship with their mothers-in-law? Millie is in her sixties now, and she's still the hottest woman I know. Don't tell Janis I said that.