Lolly And Kevin

I wasn't sure which category to put this in. It could have fit in IR, Romance, First time or even Mature. In the end I chose mature since it's more about a boy falling in love with his older wet nurse than anything else. I hope you like it.

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To me she's the epitome of a woman, and a woman she is in every sense of the word. At 5'10" she's taller than the norm concerning ladies, though she's not skinny by definition, there isn't an ounce of visible excess on her body. For a tall lady her legs and torso complement each other, Harriet has slender yet taught legs, I can see the muscles ripple through her stockings as she strides through the office with confidence.

Hips that are just wide enough to accentuate her smaller waist and sweet looking bottom, her butt having just enough meat on it to be pronounced without being big. From a young man's point of view, it's a nice ass. Her slender torso is tantalizingly interrupted by breasts that are nicely shaped and full, not heavy or spilling over, again, from a young man's point of view, there's enough to suck and play with as well. I'm not an expert on chest sizes, but I'd venture to say with her smaller torso she's around a 34C, the perfect size for her body.

Long flowing hair cascades down her back and accentuates her glowing dark caramel skin. She's a bit of a vixen for an older woman, she likes to wear the kind of lipstick that has glitter in it and boy oh boy is that erotic. It would make any guy wonder what it would look and feel like to have those puffy exotically painted lips wrapped around your dick. Other than the wild lipsticks, she uses just enough makeup to highlight her natural beauty, her clothing is always impeccable, never an item out of place, or a mismatched outfit.

In all my years at this office I've only seen her in dress slacks four times, I know she has jeans, I've seen her wear them outside the office for an inner community workday sponsored by the company. If she's grocery shopping, pumping fuel or just walking on the streets downtown she's always in a skirt and blouse, or a dress. If it's warm or real humid she doesn't wear hose except at the office, otherwise she always wears hosiery of some sort. On occasion I've seen her skirt ride high enough to see the top of thigh high's or the straps of a garter belt, though not visible, lace boy shorts or commando isn't beyond one's imagination.

Her dresses and skirts are modest, generally two to three inches above the knee, however, she does have one or two mid-thigh numbers she will wear on occasion. The last being at our office Christmas gathering, she wore a light grey soft fluffy kind of mini that swayed lovely as she walked. Not to be vulgar, but I had a difficult time keeping my dick in control that evening, at one point I had considered tying it to my leg just so it didn't have the opportunity to defy my command of "down boy." Just watching her you instinctively think she's the kind of girl who keeps her nether regions natural. My kind of gal.

Miss Harriet, as she's known throughout the building, is approaching my desk with document's she needs signed, as she walk's she's a perfect example of grace and elegance in motion. The black pleated skirt flows as she walks, the faint swish of white checked hose as they brush softly against each other, there's an ever so gentle jiggle in the chest area, something you'd have to look for or you wouldn't see it.

Her hair is done differently this morning, instead of hanging along her shoulders the sides are pulled back and pinned at the side. She's looking seductively "school girlish" and I'm wondering if she realizes it. I'm greeted with a huge smile as she rounds my desk, just as she's done hundreds of times over the years that she's been my personal secretary.

"Good morning Kevin, some documents I need your signature on. Another cup of coffee? No, okay, by the way, you're looking rather dapper this morning. Hot date with a new girl?"

"No Harriet, I'm very satisfied with the girl I have, as far as I'm concerned, she's irreplaceable. I thought maybe I'd dress up for you."

"Kevin, you dress up every day, and every day when I ask, you tell me you dressed for me. Sometimes I wonder about you young man."

I was the only one who got away with calling her Harriet and she was the only one who got away with calling me Kevin or young man. In her eyes I'm sure I am a young man, my 37 years of age is nothing compared to her being 54. The wisdom and knowledge she willingly share's help's me be a better company owner and CEO. If I'm conflicted, she always senses it and sits me down for a chat, if I'm down and mullygrubbing, she cheers me up, if I'm acting too big for my britches, she brings me back to reality. In a sentence you might say she is my anchor in life.

The rest of the day went as usual, phone calls, production decisions, a meeting with the bean counters, Harriet at my side the entire time, taking notes, whispering this or that. They all know that with 70% of the company stock in my name, I own and run the company, they also know that me listening to Harriet through the years has been nothing but beneficial. It isn't that I'm without good business sense, it's more along the lines of Harriet having a good sense of what people do and don't want, how the workers will respond to decisions we make, and what's best for the company.

When five o'clock rolled around she did one last walk through the office pool area, waved to me and turned out all but the security lights. I had an hour or so of work to do before I could head home. Walking into the laundry/mud room that leads to the kitchen I yelled "HOME" as I have since the day Lolly and I moved in together. My lover was at the range finishing our supper as I sat down to look through the mail, she walked to me, gave me a delicious kiss and welcomed me home.

I ran my hand along her inner thigh under the back of her dress, stopping at the top of her nylons, a few inches away from her warm, and probably damp playground. I lightly squeezed her leg, patted the inside of her thigh as I lowered my hand and reached up for another kiss.

She brushed my face with her hand and whispered, "I love you."

Pulling her onto my lap she took my hand and placed it under the dress on top of her mound. I could feel the soft curly tuft of hair pushing out against her panties, I slid a finger in the side through the leg elastic and brushed it up and down across her silky muff. She giggled softly and wiggled her bottom, then went back to the range. I got up to see what was cooking, with her back to me I pressed against her, cupping her breasts, softly squeezing and caressing them.

Lolly put her head back against the side of my face.

"Kevin, what would I do without you? I'm complete with you, my lover and life partner."

"I feel the same, I guess we've chosen to be stuck with each other until the end, after that we're on our own."

Spinning around she turned off the range and told me supper could wait, she needed me in her, right away. I'm not a big man, six foot with an average build, however I do lift light weights to maintain tone, so my arms are strong without being bulky. I scooped her up and walked to our bedroom, she refers to it as playland, and she's right, we do indulge in lots of play time on this mattress. I put her back on her feet, sat on the bed and asked if I might be allowed to undress her.

With eyes beaming she smiled, "Silly boy, after all these years you know you don't need to ask. This body belongs to no one but you, so yes, please undress me."

It was a silly little game we played once in a while, I found it erotic to slowly and deliberately remove every stitch of clothing she had on, she thought it was sexy watching her man take it all off. Especially since she'd left after I did in the morning without me knowing exactly what my lover had under her dress as a surprise for me. I chose to begin at the bottom today, unzipping her skirt, opening the button and letting it fall.

My girl was standing in see through panties, her bush amply filling the expanse of the front, not in a wild fashion, trimmed, full and silky. She hates thongs, I knew as I put my hands on her ass cheeks that I'd feel the transparent silk material covering her bottom while I pulled her mound to my face. Kissing her through the panties I bit into the silk waistband and began to pull them down with my teeth, using my fingers to slide them over her hips. When I felt her soft curly pubic hair tickle my nose I yanked them past her thighs, falling in a heap along with the skirt.

I began kissing at her bush, running my hands up and down the back of her silk stockings. Continuing upward I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, kissing between her breasts as I pushed the blouse off her shoulders. Covering those pesky little nipples and puffy areola was a sheer matching silk bra, which I quickly unhooked and pulled forward over her arms, joining the other clothing on the floor. I opened my mouth like a little bird as she seductively looked at me, cupped her breast and fed it to me.

"Ohhh Kevin, you always were such a tit hound. You make me feel so good when you do that. Don't forget there are two of those."

After taking time to suck and play with the other I stood kissing her deeply, lifting her and laying her on the bed, knees bent hanging over the edge. As I knelt her hands were in my hair immediately, just as they had been hundreds of times before, she was pushing her pelvis up to meet my mouth, making little whimpering noises and talking softly.

"Taste me Kevin, lick me and make me moan. I love your tongue baby, suck my little clit. Hurry baby, I really need to climax."

I didn't need to explore or try to figure out what pleased her, my face had been between her legs so many times over the years that I knew exactly where to lick, how much pressure to apply with my tongue and when to suck lightly. In minutes her hips were rocking up and down, she was moaning softly, her hands playing in my hair, stroking my head like you would a child. I knew the telltale signs of her oncoming orgasm, her normally flat tummy began to contract, breathing was shallow and staggered, my hands were under her ass cheeks as the muscles tightened, all indicators that she was ready to experience internal fireworks.

Her hands tightened on my head pulling me tighter as her hips raised off the bed, bucking sharply, twitching every few seconds, her mouth hung open as she groaned in a deep guttural female voice. As she relaxed, she continued softly caressing my head, fingers flowing through my hair, her hips gently rocking up and down as I held my tongue in place so she could touch it with her clit. Each time she did she would jump, finally pushing my head away.

"No more Kevin, it's too sensitive baby, I can't take anymore."

Her hands slipped down the sides of my head, I knew what was next, she softly grabbed my ears and tugged lightly for me to come up on the bed with her. As I stood, she lifted her legs, dug in her heels and pushed herself into the middle of the mattress, arms outstretched beckoning me to lay with her. We kissed and shared our tongues, she had told me years ago she liked the taste of her sex juices, but only if they were on my face and lips.

"Kevin, you are so good to me, you always make me feel like a queen. Somehow, I don't think this is what your daddy had in mind before he died when he told you to make sure you took good care of me, but I wouldn't change this for anything."

I chuckled, "No, I'm sure he didn't have this in mind, but I believe it was meant to be. Do you have any regrets?"

"No baby, after we have supper, I want a power protein drink, but right now I need you to ride hard and fill me with cum. I want to feel your cum inside me as we eat supper." Then she whispered almost inaudibly, "Give Miss Harriet your cock."

Yes, Miss Harriet is my lover, my pillar of life, my partner until eternity. We don't display our love and emotions at the office, although everyone knows, but outside that venue we are often like horny young teenagers experimenting with our sexual appetites. I'll delve into how she became my lover shortly, right now it's time to get back to making love.

As I maneuvered between her legs, she opened them wide, cooing and making little purring noises as she placed her hands on my ass, guiding me into the valley of her hips, her saddle of love, she was wet enough that my dick found her opening without any help. Feeling it slip inside her I pressed forward relishing in the exquisite feeling all along my shaft as I sunk in deeper and deeper. The thick head pulsing along the sides of her vagina as it opened her for the rest of my cock, reaching the point where we were pelvis to pelvis. I stopped and arched my back slightly as she wiggled her ass and hips, something she always did when I reached bottom in missionary.

"Kevin, I love it when you're all the way in me, remember the first few times when you had to short stroke? Not anymore though baby, mama can take it all. How about slow and deep tonight with my legs wrapped across your ass driving you deeper? Can you do that for me lover?"

I didn't say a word, we kissed as I began moving in and out slowly, Harriet moaning into my mouth, she put her head back and told me to take her, to use her, to own her pussy. As I raised up I extended my arms, staring at her, she lifted her head and did something we'd done so many times before, never tiring of the sensation, she was watching our bodies meld together as one, the delicate contrast of two different skin tones blending. Knowing in our hearts it had nothing to do with race, it had everything to do with our love for each other.

"I need it bad tonight baby boy, all day long I thought about this moment when you would push inside me until your balls touched my butt. Give mama your cream."

Harriet, for all her prim and proper ways, was a dirty mouthed slut in our bedroom. It was not uncommon for her to say sweet loving sexual things all through our love making, and if we were going at it in a frenzy, she would spew out a string of raunchy words as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I once asked her how she could be such a foul mouthed slut in the bedroom and have it turn off the minute we were sated. She had smiled, patted my face and softly informed me, "There's a switch inside my pussy that's turned on when your cock is in me, and it shuts off when your cock leaves. Anything else you need to know?" Sitting with my mouth hanging open, she reached over, lifted my chin and gave me a sweet kiss.

In the here and now we found our rhythm instantly, it was never far away, we seemed to know what the other needed at the moment and set about to satisfy. No time was wasted getting used to me being in her, she was rocking her hips into me from the very first stroke, pulling me in tighter with her heels dug into my ass cheeks. Talking softly to me the entire time, she made my balls boil just listening to her.

"Mmm, give it to me baby, fill me up Kev, I love it when you use your whole cock. You make mama feel so good baby boy, so deep, so nice, give me your balls."

And it went like that the entire time I was stroking until the end, there were signs I knew by now that told me she was getting ready to climax, one of the sure fire indicators was her quietness other than breathing in gasps and emitting short choppy ah's over and over. Then the dirty talk would start again in a different manner as she would vigorously push her hips into me.

"Fuck her, pound her baby, shoot your cum in me, send it deep, fill my hungry pussy. Mark me lover, paint me with your cum, cum in my pussy baby boy, cum in my pussy."

I knew at that point I needed to pick up the pace slightly, in doing so she dropped her legs to the bed and slammed her hips up against my pelvis, grinding against me, the vaginal muscles squeezing and pulsing, sucking the cum up from my balls, mixing with the seminal fluids and shooting through the tip of my dick. My back was arched as I pushed into my lover, my confidant, my teacher of all that pertains to love and sex. My wet nurse, the very girl who breast fed and comforted me as a newborn, was now the recipient of all my fleshly lust and heartfelt love.

As I squirted into Harriet her vagina continued milking me, coaxing out every last drop I might have hiding in the ureter, making sure it all went inside her. She was wiggling her bottom trying to entice me into hardness again, sadly my balls were temporarily empty, and my dick was softening rapidly. Lying side by side we kissed and softly petted each other as we caught our breath. Through the dimness overtaking our bedroom she whispered not to be too tired later, she still intended to get her power protein drink before bed.

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How Harriet came to be in my life? I'll have to tell you the story as told to me by Harriet and my own recollections.

My grandfather was a very wealthy man, he didn't expect his wife to do much around the house, hiring what were referred to in that day as domestics, in an earlier day they'd have been called maids or servants. That wealth transferred to my father when his father died.

How Harriet came to be my wet nurse is a convoluted mess too difficult to explain without a genealogy chart in front of you. The long and short of it is Harriet's mother worked as a domestic for my dad, being impregnated by one of the farm hands who ran off as soon as the pregnancy was discovered, Muriel gave birth to Harriet when she was 17. My dad, to his credit, told Muriel she and Harriet would always have a place in his home, and he would make sure they were taken care of.

My folks had been trying to have children for years, suffering through the heartache and agony of three miscarriages before finally having me. By coincidence Harriet had gotten pregnant by a boy in school shortly after my mother conceived, Harriet was 17 when she gave birth to a sickly pre-mature baby girl. Two days later my mother gave birth to me, both planned to breast feed, unfortunately my mother had inverted nipples and I spent most of my first hours screaming from hunger.

Harriet was heavy with milk and in discomfort, that night she went into the nursery to comfort me as I cried, picking me up and nursing me, she said I was so hungry I had emptied both breasts. Sadly, her baby was not doing well and ate very little, Harriet told me it was my hungry little tummy that kept her from developing milk fever. Harriet's little girl died in her crib at five and a half weeks, going quietly in her sleep.

My mother was a rotten bitch at the core of her being, once I was born it was as though reality hit and she didn't want much to do with me. Harriet told me later in life that my mother loved the attention she got as a pregnant woman but hated all the work the end result required. She was upset she couldn't nurse at first, then told my dad in a fit of anger she didn't want some kid hanging off her tit anyway, let the colored girl feed him. Harriet told me from that point forward my mother had little or nothing to do with me, I was Harriet's charge, she could raise me.

Harriet put all her energy into being a mommy for me, my dad told me he couldn't remember my mother ever changing my diaper more than maybe five times. It was Harriet who nursed me, who started me on baby cereal, who bathed, changed, and dressed me, who potty trained me, who wiped my little butt, who rocked me to sleep as she sang lullaby's, who got up in the night when I was afraid. It was to her I uttered my first syllables and cooed as I smiled, her unconditional love for me was evident in everything she did.

From as early as I can recall I called her Lolly. According to Dad, it was something I'd said, and it stuck. From what Lolly told me the wheels came off the cart on a day when dad was holding me, set me down and told me to go to mama, I walked to Harriet and extended my arms to be picked up, my mother was furious, told my father that was the last straw and she wanted a divorce. The old man had wisely made her sign a pre-nup before they married, there was no way she'd get any of the family business or its assets. Through his lawyers he not only got her out of his hair for less than anticipated, he got her to wave her parental rights, she didn't want me in the first place, it took no coercion on anyone's part for her to sign me away.