This is the true story of how a good deed turned into one of the most scariest chapters of my life. Susan was a friend of a friend and via her, sort out my assistance in helping her son achieve his dream of becoming an engineer. Names and places have been changed but the events are all true.
ME.
My name is Shaun, I was 49 at time, had been divorced for nearly two years and had recently split from a woman I met via an internet dating site. It was an amiable parting of the ways, we both knew from the start of the relationship it was never going to be a long term partnership and when it ran it's course we parted as friends and occasional lovers.
SUSAN.
59 years old, a senior nurse in a care home, twice married. Her first husband was a Doctor from India, with whom she had two daughters. The marriage was turbulent and sometimes violent, thanks to his heavy drinking. Due to his lifestyle he suffered a fatal heart attack leaving Susan a wealthy woman. They had two properties in this country plus a further two and land in his homeland, all of which she inherited. Her second husband was 22 years younger than her and when she was 43 years old, persuaded her to have another child, on the day their son, George was born, he packed his bags and left, the only contact she had with him after that was via the divorce solicitors.
When this story begins, I was working as an apprentice master for a large German motor parts manufacturer, responsible for not only those based at my site but also at the other two factories they had in the UK. Because of this role, my friend asked if it was okay for Susan contacted me in regards to George, who had set his heart on becoming an engineer, but was struggling to understand the maths and physics he was required to pass to get on his chosen course. I agreed and exchanged a few e-mails with both Susan and George. What I loved about George was his enthusiasm, for someone so young, he already had a great understanding of the engineering basics but his academic qualities were way to limited. I came up with the idea of "Face Time Lessons". Twice a week, we would go online together, where I would give him one to one tutoring. He struggled at first, but once I found his learning trigger, his improvement was remarkable, where his grades were C's & D's he was now getting B's and A's. At the end of each session, Susan would come online to thank me and have a little chat and I noticed subtle changes in her appearance, a little more make up, changing hair styles, hints of cleavage, hemlines shorter.
There was one fly in the ointment as regards to George getting on his course, not did he only have to pass his exams but he had to demonstrate his manual skills as well, producing a working project. I could not help him with this over the net, I needed to be with him physically. I had a few long weekends off owing to me, so I suggested travelling down on a Thursday night, working with him over the weekend before returning home on the Monday. Luckily the village in which they live has a pub that does B&B, so I booked a room for four nights there, I decided not to drive there instead took a train, so I could relax and take in the scenery. Susan agreed to meet me at the station and take me the rest of the journey.
It was dark and damp when I arrived and the car park was empty, after about ten minutes a car pulled in and I could just make out Susan's face. When I got in, I could see she was still in her uniform, she had come straight from work.
"Sorry I'm late and thank you for this." She said.
"It's okay, I'm looking forward to meeting George and working with him." I replied
"Don't laugh or think me old fashioned, but I need to change, I don't feel comfortable going into a pub in my uniform."
I assumed we were going to go to her house in order for her to swap clothes, how wrong was I. She reached over to the back seat, retrieved a bag placing it on her lap. She unbuttoned her top, removed it, before tossing it behind her. A woman I met barely 2 minutes ago, was sitting beside me wearing a navy blue lacy bra that struggled to contain her huge tits. I didn't even try to hide the fact I was staring at them. She just laughed. It didn't end there, off came her trousers, her panties matched her bra. Slipping a dress on she said,
"Right let's go."
I booked in, dropped my stuff in the room before joining Susan in the bar.
"What's your room like?" She asked.
"It's okay, there's a single bed, a small TV and as there are no other guests, I have sole use of the shared bathroom." I answered.
She took a sip of her drink and leant in towards me whispering,
"You don't have to stay here, I think I have something you would like better."
We finished our drinks, had another, before she announced,
"Time for bed, I think."
I remained seated as she stood and made her way to the door,
"Are you coming or not?" She asked.
I duly followed and a short walk later, she turned into a driveway,
"Welcome to my house."
It was not what I expected, knowing that she was very well off, I thought she would have had something more extravagant, but this was a small cottage, quaint looking, but tiny. The front door opened onto a staircase leading to the next floor, on the left, a door opened into a compact living room off which, was the smallest kitchen I had ever seen. Upstairs was just the same, the bedrooms had been reduced in size to accommodate a bathroom. Where she had in mind for me to sleep was beyond me.
"House tour over, now follow me." She said.
We walked along a narrow passageway that led to the back door, flicking on a light switch and throwing the door open uttered,
"You've seen my house, now see my home."
To say I was gobsmacked at the sight before me would be an understatement, the huge garden was dominated by a L shaped, single storey building, modern looking and hidden from the outside by the woodland she owned. The inside was just as spectacular, the kitchen, dining and living room was all open plan, 3 large bedrooms, all en-suite and at the end of the passageway, a door had a sign on it saying,
"GEORGE'S DEN."
Leading he way in, she told me,
"You can stay here, if you want?"
I would be a fool to say no, this den had everything a young man could dream of, two leather sofas, one of which was a pull out bed, TV's, game consoles, a pool table and even though George had just turned 16, a fully stocked bar. Plus it contained a separate shower and toilet.
"Thanks, I would love to stay, but what about George, won't he mind me invading his domain?" I asked her.
"He's staying with his sister tonight and besides it was his idea, you use this room." She replied.
I returned to the pub, collected my things and when I was paying the landlady for the full 4 days, she gave me a wry smile and a wink.
Susan had changed into a white bath robe whilst I had been out and was waiting for me with a large glass of wine,
"After my last shift, I normally indulge myself in a nice long bath and enjoy a few glasses of wine, come to my room, I can tell you all about his place while I soak away my aches and pains." She said.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, I could not help noticing that on the bedside cabinet was some interesting reading matter, books all about sex, titles such as,
"SEX POSITIONS FOR THE ELDERLY." "ENJOYING LATER AGE SEX." KEEPING A YOUNG LOVER SATISFIED."
Next to the books, in plain sight, stood a rather long and thick dildo. From the bathroom, she began to relate the story of this house,
"The cottage belonged to my grandparents, my mother was born there and so was I. My mother inherited it and when she passed, it came to me. I lived there with my first husband, he gave me many a beating in there. The only good thing I can say about him, was that he was clever with money. When the woodland and the farm behind us became available, he sold some of his property in India and purchased it. He kept the woods and around 5 acres of land, split the remaining land into smaller plots, selling them off to developers, making a huge profit. He built a bungalow on this site, which he never saw completed, dying before it was finished. George was conceived in it, very romantically, NOT. Me bent over the kitchen sink, doing the dishes while my ex-husband emptied his balls in me. After my divorce, I considered selling up and moving away but a large Indian company made me an offer to purchase the land and property I still owned over there, for a stupid amount of money. So with some of the proceeds, I had the bungalow torn down and built this house."
I'd hate to say how much it cost or know it's value in today's inflate property market.
"Shaun, be a love, come top up my glass, will you please?"
Picking up the bottle and entered the bathroom expecting her to be hidden under a blanket of bubbles, but no, the water was clear with just a tint of green. Her naked body was fully exposed to me. For a woman nearly 60 and with a fuller figure, she looked incredible, curves in all he right places, big cherry topped tits, widish hips and a shaved pussy. I tried to advert my eyes whilst refilling her glass, but her bobbing breasts were too nice not to stare at.
"Never seen a naked woman before then?" She laughed.
I could only mumble something unintelligible as a response especially as her hand had moved to my crotch and she was stroking my hard on, through my trousers.
"Why no join me, the bath is big enough for two." She purred.
Now the last 6 weeks has been barren as regards to my sex life, apart from a quick hand job from my neighbour, the only relief I've had, has been self ministered, so I quickly undressed and climbed in with her. The water had barely covered my ankles when I felt her hand wrap around my cock, slowly stroking it up and down.
"I hope you like blow jobs? Because I'm going to suck you dry." She told me.
She knelt up, lowered her head, opened her mouth and placed my dick between her lips. She began to flick her tongue over my throbbing head, lapping up the pre-cum that had started to trickle out. Slowly, inch by inch she eased herself lower down on my cock until I was fully engulfed in her mouth, with one hand she reached behind me, placing it upon my buttocks, she used the other to caress my balls. She held my cock in place by gently clamping her teeth around it and they raked against my skin as she began to pull her head back. I gave out a little yelp in shock and discomfort when she reached it's head, Susan began to gnaw on it's sensitive crown, sending bolts of electricity through my body, however the pain was soon surpassed by waves of pleasure as she swirled her tongue around it, licking the rim underneath, using the tip of her tongue in invade my slit before sucking hard upon it. Down she went again, this time applying a little pressure to my arse, forcing me to go deeper into her mouth, she gagged a little as I hit the back of her throat.
She adjusted her position slightly and when she was comfortable, she used the hand resting on my bum to encourage me to start fucking her mouth. I began with long slow strokes, pulling my cock virtually all the way out, just leaving the head between her lips, allowing her magic mouth to suck it hard. I could feel he sap begin to rise in my balls, my orgasm was imminent, grabbing her hair, making sure my cock stayed in her mouth, I began to thrust faster, small powerful strokes, making her gag, back and forth I pounded her, grunting. Saliva dribbled from her lips, her tits bounced, finger nails dug into me. I didn't even worry about asking her whether it was okay, I just emptied my balls down her throat, spurt after spurt of thick, creamy, hot spunk erupted from my cock, hitting her tonsils, filling her mouth, a cocktail of sperm and saliva leaked from her lips. She sucked and sucked, draining every last bit of baby seed I had to offer, my cock pulsed and twitched, slowly deflating. True to her word,
"She sucked me dry."
