This story is complete fiction from ideas developed by the author. All names are fictitious and events portrayed have not occurred as portrayed.
Happy Reading.
A widow gives a home to an orphan teenager and over the next two years they fall in love.
North Norfolk, England UK. 1970's
Martha is a middle-aged widow who works as a catering manager at a residential home for students of Agriculture and Horticulture, a place where young men and women can come for a one-year course to learn the basics of working in those areas. At the end of the year each student is helped to find a job and Peter was one of those, he was 17 when he came to her and she treated him very well, gave him nice meals and did his laundry and cleaned his room he had secured a job as under gardener at the local Hall, a country mansion owned by gentry. He was not able to find lodgings immediately and so Martha offered him a home with her until he became older and wanted to look after himself. During the two years he had been with her they became very fond of each other and now that he was nearly 19 it could be said that they were falling in love. Both recognised this for themselves but they did not quite know how to treat it. When he first came, he was very much the young lodger, he was polite, helped her with all the chores, naturally looked after the garden and kept a couple of rabbits. Now two years older he is a strong young man, muscular from his work and had a healthy complexion, although not of film star quality, he is good looking and has a figure most girls would find attractive. Short blond hair and clean shaven, he was well thought of at the Hall. He was beginning to take the man's role around the house, locking up at night getting Martha a cup of tea in the mornings. They shared all of their life events with each other and tonight Martha had told Peter how upset she was because someone she thought was her friend had been rude and snubbed her, she had been in tears when he came in, and tonight their shrouded love for each other would break out and they would really find out what they meant to each other.
Peter came in to find Martha in tears.
Peter put his arm around her, "Yes I know Martha, but I am sorry I was not here to talk to you when you were upset." He kissed her cheek. She turned to him and kissed him on his lips, a warm kiss that surprised him. She leaned toward him, and her hand fell onto his thigh, quite high up. He was struck motionless and then her hand moved higher up his muscular thigh. He was now getting aroused as a second kiss locked onto his lips. She realised what effect she was having and was inwardly pleased that she could still do it.
"Thanks Peter that was lovely, shall I continue?"
"If you like."
Martha was excited by this response from Peter and kissed him again. He was now quite aroused, and she knew it. In fact, her hand moved to cover him and she squeezed him hard. He flinched and she had now turned to face him, sitting on the edge of the seat. She took his shoulders and pressed them down onto the arm of the settee and the placed her body across his. She felt heavy on him, but he liked that, her breasts were on his chest now and his arms were around her holding her to him, he allowed his hands to move under her jumper and across her back, a back quite sinewy from years of arduous work and yet so warm. He allowed his hands to move upwards, and she sat up so he could take the garment off. It fell to the floor; she was now hand inside his trousers finding his cock in his boxers. She soon had it out into the open air, and he now had her bra undone and it joined her jumper on the floor. What gorgeous breast she had, they were so full and quite heavy in his hands. She undid his belt and ripped down his trousers and boxers, he kicked them to the floor, she stood up and dropped her skirt and knickers, a full bush appeared, his hand went to it and found that she was expecting him, it was wet, warm, and inviting. She lie with her bottom over the edge of the seat and before he knew he was inside her warm pussy, feeling it pulsing on him drawing him in further and further, his full nine inches was soon lost in the tunnel behind that gorgeous bush. He fell his balls draw up and pulsed repeatedly. She gripped him just like he had never imagined. He had finished and she was satisfied.
"Thanks Peter that was good, I feel like a real woman again, you were marvellous."
But Peter felt he could go again, and Martha suggested he lie on the floor, his head on a cushion from the settee. He did as he was told. Martha carefully straddled him, and he was now fully ready. She found the opening for him and gently but firmly lowered herself onto him, inch by inch she took him till her hair was flat on his pelvis. She just moved a little to make them both comfortable, he was about to experience a second a second spurt but Vera knew what she was doing, she slowly raised herself from him and just gripped him as she did so. He was experiencing the actions of a woman that knew how to treat her man. She was giving Peter the very same love and care and attention as she had given him all the time he had been with her but now she was doing it to him as a man.
She continued to ride him, slowly with long strokes, she loved the full length that he was giving her, his hands were clutching her breasts fondling them, holding them, and making her feel so good. Often, she would stop with him fully in her and just feel the pressure of him against her limit, he would push some more and then they both felt the stretch. He did not want this to end, but Martha was tiring a bit and she sunk onto him again and let her full weight fall on his pelvis, she stayed still but knew that soon he would groan, his hips would buck, and he would fill her again, she was right. Peter's genitals emptied once again and again and again and then Martha started to move again, she would take him to pain as he had no more to give and she did that, he asked her to stop bit she kept on moving until his blood returned to his system and he shrunk back to size. She get off of him and leaned forward all of her chest on him and kissed him again. He put his arms around her and hugged her to him. Till they both were exhausted.
Eventually Martha got up and said, "I am going for a bath, coming?"
Peter did not reply but just followed Martha up to the bathroom, she plugged the waste pipe, turned on the taps, and added some bath salts, "You get in first."
He did as he was told and she followed, being the gentleman he took the tap end, drew up his legs and she sat with her back to him, he put his arms around her and fondled her breasts, with the soft water on them they felt so good, he cupped them in his hands and squeezed them gently, they were firm and full, they would have been absolutely perfect twenty years ago, but now they were mature, felt like breasts that held so much love and now she was letting him have a good share of that love. She leaned back against him and just enjoyed his sensuous soft touch, she wanted to stay but the water was getting cold, there were two soft bath towels waiting. She stood up and turned around, and he did the same. They hugged and just stood there hugging, neither really knew what was happening, but it was so good for both. He held her hand as she stepped out onto the mat and then got out himself. They took a towel each and began towelling each other down. She was so gentle around his cock and balls, and it felt just like he had remembered in his early years but now it was for real with a woman who loved him and was thrilling him minute by minute. He did the same to her and paid special attention to her breasts and tum, she felt so good, wherever he touched her she felt good. Eventually the hairy spot and he felt she was still so wet. He took a flannel warmed it in the bathwater and washed her pussy, removing form it the last of what had once been his. He dried it so carefully. They were both now so dry and they held and kissed.one of those passionate kisses that they had enjoyed from time to time, when perhaps they both wished that they would lead to where they are now.
She reached into the bathroom cabinet, and took a bottle of oil from it, she gave it to him, "Bring this and taking his hand she led him to her bedroom. She spread a clean towel onto the bed and lay face down on the bed, "My back and legs please Peter, sit astride me, take as long as you like."
He did take a long time, her back was so firm and almost muscular, her shoulders strong and broad, he let his hands massage them for about ten minutes and then moved down to her spine. Her vertebrae were clearly defined, and he gently massaged each. He moved down to her legs and made much of massaging the inside of her thighs and then up and over her buttocks. He finished with her feet.
