Marions Mother

*** Sequel to previous stories 'Marion's Bedroom' and 'Marion's Cousin' ***

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"Trent, stop lollygagging and and get yourself up. It's almost 8:30."

The admonishment was coming from my mother, banging on my bedroom door.

In all fairness, I couldn't be upset because the night before I had asked her to make sure I didn't oversleep. I had been looking forward to this day for most of the past week. Hell to be honest, I had fantasized about the possibilities today would bring for most of the last two years.

I was about to be with the woman of my dreams for the next two days.

Unfortunately, my morning wood must go untended due to the lateness of my rising.

Michelle Simmons, the dream woman, was a 48 year old voluptuous blond who had asked me to assist her in assembling a green house kit on her sprawling riverside property.

My name is Trent Gallow, 18, with an oversexed libido. I was recently graduated from high school. Michelle is the mother of my best friend, Robert.

Oh yeah, I should also mention I am currently in a sexual relationship with his 18 year old twin sister. Marion.

I have been hopelessly infatuated with Michelle since I saw her naked almost two years before. It was an accidental encounter, but in that moment, her naked beauty was imprinted on brain forever.

She had not seemed embarrassed or upset by the event which gave me a momentary lingering view of her full figured body.

Although it had never been mentioned, I felt as if we had shared knowing smiles several times when nobody else was present. Maybe it was my imagination, but that is what I chose to believe.

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A fork lift tractor was lifting the green house package from a flat bed truck as I motored up the winding drive.

Michelle waved as I parked my motorcycle beside the four bay garage and dismounted.

I watched her direct the delivery of the building package to the location chosen for her green house and my loins stirred as I took in her captivating sexuality.

Dressed in short shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt that seemed form fitted to her curvy body, I was lost in my fantasies as I took stock of her other physical attributes.

The tanned skin of her long athletic legs led to her shapely ass and full hips. Her midriff was bare and freckled like her face. The outline of her nipples on her skimpy tee made me think she was braless.

Her long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail that swished seductively when she moved.

I could never look at her full lips without wondering what it would be like to kiss her. I also had many other thoughts about what those lips could do to me.

And then there was her eyes. Large and green, with hazel flecks, they sparkled when she smiled.

I couldn't help but wonder if the next two days would be like I was in heaven or in hell.

"Trent...Earth to Trent. Where are you?" Michelle said, getting louder as she repeated my name and bringing me back into the moment. "Can you lay some sleepers down to set the package onto?"

Moments later, the operator expertly placed the building kit onto the 4 x 4 sleepers I had placed before returning to his delivery truck in preparation to depart.

When Michelle and I were alone, she found the assembly instructions and sat beside me on the concrete garden bench adjacent to the courtyard fountain.

I made a concerted effort to get myself in the right head space to address the task at hand.

Michelle's close proximity and subtle scent were testing my ability to concentrate.

She seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on me as she pored through the assembly guideline.

By noon, we had verified that all all of the components were present and had preassembled the frame in preparation to connect it together. Michelle suggested stopping for lunch on the patio.

After a short break to enjoy sandwiches and lemonade, we were back at it, working hard to bolt the main frame together by twilight.

"We made really good progress today," Michelle stated as we stood admiring our handiwork.

"You must stay for dinner, but first I need a shower. You can clean up in Robert's bathroom. Find something to wear from his closet and meet in the kitchen for dinner. I'll launder your work clothes while we eat."

A short while later, I sat at the breakfast bar, freshly showered and dressed in a set of Robert's sweats, sans underwear, My friend and I were close, but I drew the line at wearing his underwear.

Michelle once again set my senses on fire when she appeared barefoot, wearing an alluring short sundress. Her freshly shampooed hair was now loose and even more provocative as it swished with her every movement.

"Burgers okay for dinner? "

"Burgers are great. I know my way around a grille, let me take care of the cooking." I said confidently.

"I think we earned ourself a beer. There's cold Molson Canadians in the bar fridge."

I'll make a salad while you BBQ the burgers." Michelle stated as we we clinked the long neck bottles and savoured the first long pull of the tasty cold brew.

The sun was setting and as we enjoyed a second cold one after devouring the simple dinner fare.

Michelle spoke. "I really appreciate all your help today. Tomorrow looks like it will be a full day as well. Are you good to get started early?"

"No problem for me. I have really enjoyed working with you."

"Me as well. It makes no sense for you to go home, please feel free to sleep in Robert's room tonight."

By the time we cleaned up, the sun had fully set. Michelle yawned and said, "It's been a tiring day. I am going to turn in."

"Do you mind if I sit out here for another beer?" I questioned my friend's mother. "I'm not ready for sleep."

"Make yourself at home." Michelle cooed as she left me to think back on the day.

An hour later, I was still sitting on the patio when I saw a shadowy figure amble across the terrace and remove the cover from the hot tub. A moment later the jets started and my dream woman slipped into the outdoor spa.

As I pushed the chair back in preparation to head to bed, the legs scrapped on the patio stones making a high pitched sound.

"I didn't realize you were still up." Michelle said from the spa.

"Sorry to disturb your private time." I apologized.

"Not to worry. I just thought a hot tub would sooth my achy muscles. It is just what I needed." she offered.

"Yeah, we did work pretty hard today."

"You should try it, it will ease the tired muscles and help you sleep." she spoke as I moved past the tub planning on going into the house on my way to bed. "Would you like to join me?"

"That might be a little awkward, I'm not wearing anything under these sweats." I nervously croaked, looking at Michelle submerged in the bubbling water.

"It's okay, I won't look and I can't see anything with jets on anyway."

My pulse and respiration rate must have been off the scale as I hesitantly doffed my sweat shirt and then lowered the pants, trying to conceal my throbbing erection.

As I settled into the rather small two person tub, our legs rubbed against each other. Michelle handled it casually as I tried to calm myself.

We sat quietly for the next few minutes, the only sound being the pump motor and bubbling water.

Although my nerves had finally calmed down, my erection had not. The jet pump stopped suddenly when the timer cycle expired.

A moment later, the turbulence ceased. I was almost certain Michelle had caught a glimpse before I moved my hand to conceal my embarrassment.

Her coy smile caused me to be even more aroused than I already was.

I was unrealistically disappointed when the clarity revealed that Michelle was wearing a modest two piece bathing suit.

A moment later, our legs brushed again as she reached for the control button, restarting the jet pump and restoring our modesty.

"Your yard is looking very beautiful." I said nervously, despite realizing that no conversation was necessary in this serene moment.

"I really appreciate your help Trent. I hope taking your weekend hasn't caused you any inconvenience."

"...I don't mind really...it was nothing I couldn't change..."

"Oh Trent, I wouldn't expect you to change your plans."

"No really..." I stammered. "...I would rather be here...I mean..."

"I think I know exactly what you mean Trent." Michelle said, exhibiting that smile again.

I must have gasped audibly.

"You needn't be embarrassed to have a crush on an older woman. It happens to young men all the time. You probably feel the same way about other mothers of your friends."

"None of them are as beautiful as you are, Mrs, Simmons." I said, surprising myself with my candor.

"That's sweet of you to say. I think after the hard work we did together today, you can call me Michelle."

Although it didn't seem possible, I could swear my cock reached another level of hardness.

Suddenly emboldened, I shifted to brush against my friend's mother's leg.

Michelle's facial expression let me know my effort at subtlety had failed, but she stayed motionless, allowing the contact to continue.

"I'm sure this is a silly question, but where are you hoping this is going, Trent?"

My heart rate jumped another 10 to 20 beats a minute as I moved my hand to brush against her outer thigh.

"I think about you all the time. I have even had dreams about you...erotic dreams.."

"Do you mean wet dreams?"

"Um... yes... a couple of times.."

"Do you masturbate and think of me?"

"Yes... all the time since I saw you naked a couple of years ago. I love your body."

"Would it surprise you to know that I have masturbated thinking about you?" Michelle whispered. "Ever since I saw you having sex with my niece. You have one of the nicest penises I have ever seen. It is a perfect length and thickness."

"Wow! That does surprise me."

"Women have sexual needs and fantasies too. I love my husband, but being much older than me, his sex drive has diminished to almost nothing. I can't believe I am telling you all this. My libido has always been high, but lately, it seems supercharged."

"Can we make love Mrs... Michelle?" I said as I moved my hand to caress her inner thigh above her knee, cause her to gasp softly.

"Trent, there is a real difference between masturbation fantasies and actual sex."

As I moved further toward her love nest, Michelle placed her hand on top of mine. Although I feared it was a prelude to stopping any further advance, she made no effort to remove it.

My free hand stroked my aching cock. Simultaneously, I guided Michelle's hesitant hand to my exposed member, tacitly encouraging her to caress it.

As she softly gripped my manhood, I watched her beautiful large green eyes get bigger. I desperately feared an embarrassing premature explosion of my pent up semen.

When I was reasonably certain I was not about to come instantly, I reached out and turned the jet pump off so that we could enjoy the underwater view without the added distraction of the motor noise.

When my hand moved to caress her back, Michelle leaned forward allowing me to unclasp her bikini top.

A moment later, the wet garment had been cast to the deck and I got my first close up look at her magnificent breasts.

"Stand up" Michelle ordered. As I obeyed, my penis to spring upward toward her luscious lips.

"Oh my" was the last thing I heard before she fondled my sensitive ball sack and took the tip of my 9" cock into her hungry mouth.

Between the combined sight of the woman of my fantasies sucking my cock. the fondling of my balls and the sensation of her lips and tongue slurping at my dick, I never had a chance of lasting. Multiple spurts of hot cum coursed into Michelle's eager mouth. Somehow she managed to swallow most of it.

As my weak legs threatened to give out, Michelle stood and pulled off her bikini bottoms, before sliding up to sit on the edge of the hot tub.

Her legs splayed open and she raked her fingers through her trimmed blond bush.

"Please kiss my aching pussy. It's been so long since anyone ate me."

The hardness of my cock had hardly subsided. But now I felt it engorged anew with the anticipation of fulfilling my greatest fantasy...tasting Michelle's delicious love juices.

Every scenario I had imagined in my lust for this incredibly sexy woman, was of a romantic tryst with extended foreplay and sensitive love making. What was happening here was the complete opposite. I wasn't about to complain or attempt to change it.

Michelle obviously felt the same as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her pussy.

My tongue urgently licked along the length of her sensitive pussy lips, allowing me a taste of her sweet juice. On the second slower pass, I probed deeper into her canal, before grazing her clitoris.

Michelle's thighs closed and her grip on my hair intensified, locking me firmly in place. The jaws of life could not have pried me away from the object of my desire at this point.

When her thigh muscles finally relaxed a little, I probed her with first one finger and then a second. I gently assaulted her clit again with my tongue before sucking her hardened little soldier into my mouth.

To this point, there were several audible sighs and soft moans. As my stimulation efforts increased, Michelle got very vocal, with guttural demands to keep sucking and fucking her with my fingers.

Her hips started thrusting and the vice grip of her powerful thighs re emerged as a powerful orgasm took control of her.

I fell back into the hot tub seat when her grip finally relaxed. Michelle slid back into the tub, ending up on my lap.

As I looked deeply into her gorgeous green eyes, she put her arms around my neck and we kissed for the first time. All the urgency was gone. I was experiencing the most passionate moment of my 18 year old life. It was a moment I never wanted to end.

A distant clap of thunder startled us, causing a moment of near panic in me. Michelle embraced me lovingly, knowing the reason for my emotional distress was caused by a traumatic event in front of her house just three weeks ago.

On that occasion, a nearby lightning strike had demolished a large tree, throwing me off my motorcycle and starting a chain of sexual events that I could never have imagined.

Michelle's daughter Marion and her friend Karen had cared for me. The three of us spent the night together in Marion's bed.

The twelve hours we enjoyed together included several bouts of love making with the two young women. Marion had surrendered her virginity to me on that occasion. We had made love a couple more times in the interim.

Subsequent to that, Marion's cousin, Kristi, spent a few days with the Simmons family. During that time Kristi and I had been intimate. Michelle witnessed me fucking Kristi in the den.

As far as I knew, Michelle was not aware of my encounters with Marion and Karen.

Despite a pang of guilt, I hoped she did not find out about the other times, lest she think of me as an insensitive cocksman, out for sex anywhere I could get it.

A nearer thunderclap stirred her to take my hand and retreat to sit on the edge of the bed in Michelle's boudoir. She continued to hold me close as my nerves calmed, clutching my head to her chest.

Up to now, during the blizzard of sensual events, I had barely thought about her breasts. Odd, because since the first moment I saw her naked, her amazing tits had been the most enduring feature of all my fantasies.

Now with my head nestled between them, I brought my hand up to fondle her soft mound, paying special attention to the soft protrusion of her sensitive nipple on the large dark coloured areola. My lips found the nipple of her other breast and she cooed as I sucked on it.

She relocated me so that I was leaning against her headboard in a sitting position.

Straddling and facing me, she reached down and guided my cock into her dripping pussy as she settled down onto me.

When I was fully inside her, with the tip of my cock making occasional contact with her cervix, she brought my mouth back to her hardened nipple and started a rocking motion with her hips.

Everything up to this point had been frantic animal passion. Now it was gentle slow lovemaking.

Michelle's hand put slight pressure on the underside of my chin, detaching me from her luscious nipple. Her soulful eyes bored into me as her lips contacted mine. The tip of her tongue flicked against my lips and pushed inside. I met her probing with a gentle response and she seemed to melt into me as the gentle rocking continued.

My hands moved to her rear and I as fondled her beautiful ass, I thought, 'every part of this amazing woman is more sensuous than the the other'.

The unhurried enjoyment of our coupling continued until Michelle disengaged and pleaded with me to fuck her doggy style.

The bliss I felt from the tightness of her pulsing vagina was intensified when I caught sight of us in the mirror on the wall beside the bed.

It was like watching someone else fucking. Her pendulous breasts were swaying provocatively with each thrust I made while grasping her shapely hips.

Michelle turned her head and our eyes made contact in the reflected image.

This time there was no mistaking that naughty smile I came to look forward to.

I moved my hand to caress her ass and dared to slide my thumb along the crack until it brushed her rosebud. Michelle shuddered and cooed. "Make me wet and put it in.

I used some of her juices to moisten her taint and slowly pushed my finger in.

Michelle's rhythm increased and she moaned "I'm cumming. push it in further."

As i obliged her, she thrashed wildly and cried out, "Faster... deeper...ohhhhh...yessss. Fill me up. Cum deep in me. Aaaaaghh."

That pushed me over the edge and I pumped several blasts of semen into her throbbing pussy. We collapsed to the bed in total exhaustion.

Lying face to face, Michelle leaned in and kissed me, "Stay with me tonight."

I awoke some time after day break. Michelle was backed into me, arousing my cock. She guided it to tight opening in her ass, which had already been covered with lube.

"Lie still." she instructed, continuing to push back against my eager cock. "It's been a long time since anyone has been in there. And never anyone as big."

She enveloped me slowly and eventually I was deeply embedded.

Had it not been for the countless orgasms she had had brought me to in the night, I would probably have popped another load quickly. Even with that, I was still working to not explode too quickly.

Michelle moved my hand from her breast, silently signaling that I stimulate her erect clit. Unable to lie still any longer, I began to thrust, matching the tempo of her movements.

Soon, the intensity of the contractions around my cock increased and she moaned loudly ordering me to slam into her harder...deeper...faster.

Now her anus was pulsating as she howled. "Cumming now...ohhhh...yessss...fill me up...give me everything you've got."

I continued strumming her clitoris. Michelle's pussy gushed juices as one orgasm seemed to fade and another started for her.

I felt my climax surging and shot the last of my cum into her.

We stayed in a tight embrace as our heartrates and breathing slowed.

Eventually, my flagging shaft slipped out of her.

Michelle whispered, "I don't think we will make much progress on the greenhouse today. It's probably going to take a couple more days to finish."