Here's part two picking up with the return of Ellen's daughter as promised. I write these stories as hobby and for my own enjoyment. I'm happy to share them once they're done but never know how they're going to be received. I was shocked by the amount of positive feedback chapter one generated and truly grateful for the kind words. Knowing so many of you enjoyed the first part was a good feeling. I only hope this installment and the others live up to your expectations. Hope you all enjoy and forgive me for any grammatical errors I missed.
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"Will you be here when I get back?" Ellen asked as she came out her vanity room, putting a pair of earrings on.
"I'll head home and see you tomorrow," I said from the bed still naked. We'd fucked all day but already I wanted her again.
"Are you sure?" she asked looking down at me. "I though you might want to say hello to Jessica."
"I can meet her some other day," I said sitting up on the bed. "I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do."
"Alright then. I really need to get going," she said looking at the clock. "See you tomorrow hon," she said kissing me as she turned to go.
"Bye Ellie," I called after her.
I stood beneath the shower spray in her bathroom fearing this would be our last sex session in her room. There was no doubt that we'd keep finding a way to fuck each other, but these all day marathons were going to end. Maybe when my parents were away starting next week she could spend a day or two with me, but it wouldn't be the same in my cramped little bed. It might be for the best though because if I didn't start to wean myself off her I didn't know how I was going to leave for school again in the fall.
Ellen was a beautiful mature woman and had a daughter that was almost my age. She'd been divorced from her ex-husband for a little over a year when we met. I was covering for her gardener who was away for the summer. Within weeks of me starting the job we started sleeping together. We'd been fucking nonstop since and seemed to crave each other more and more each day. She was rich and lived in a huge mansion, but that's not what made me want her. Over the summer I realized I was falling in love with her, but for some reason she kept pushing me away even though I could tell her feelings for me were growing stronger all the time. Her daughter was getting back from her lengthy trip to Europe today, a present for graduating high school, and I had no idea what that going to do to us.
As I washed myself I found my mind filled with memories of Ellen. She had an amazing body covered with perfectly sun-browned skin. Her short brown hair with lighter highlights was cut to chin length. Her brown eyes became more beautiful every time I saw them and I'd come to love the bold nose I had once thought was too big for a woman. Her full breasts had a natural sag to them and her hips were just wide enough to remind me of her age and turn me on at the same time. The fine lines around her eyes, the faint stretch marks on her inner thighs, and drooping breasts all made me burn with desire for this woman who was old enough to be my mother. Without question though it was her hairless and insatiable cunt, with its dark, loose outer lips and slippery pink entrance that I'd come to crave to the point of obsession.
Finishing my shower, I dressed and headed home. My parents asked me why I was so glum that night and when I wouldn't respond my mother start asking if I was having trouble with a girl. She was right but there was no way I could talk about Ellen with her, so I went to my room and spent the night staring at the ceiling trying to think of a way to keep our relationship alive. We had a little over a month left and I was determined to make the most of no matter what happened. The next morning I woke up and biked to Ellen's just like I always did, except today I actually went there to work instead of straight to her bedroom for our morning sex. It was mid afternoon before I ran into Ellen that day.
"There you are Dan," she said giving me a private look that told me she was missing our normal routine as much as I was. "I was just telling Jessica all about your great work in the garden this summer."
"Oh... uhhhh... hi Ms. Swanson," I said. It was hard not to slip up and call her Ellie like I always did. "Hello Jessica," I added meeting her for the first time.
"Hello Dan nice to meet you," Jessica smiled looking far more beautiful in person than she did in the photos around the house. Her hair was a shade lighter and much longer than her mother's, but she had the same brown eyes. Her nose was smaller, her tan was a little lighter, and her body was slimmer but it was easy to see she had picked up all the beauty of her mother's side of the family. Standing side by side I noted that she was a few inches shorter than her mother and had breasts that looked a cup size smaller. "If I'd known you were hiring hot gardeners like this I would have skipped the trip to Europe and stayed home all summer," she said looking toward her mother.
"Uhhhh..." I looked toward Ellen with an expression that screamed, 'What the fuck?' but she only shrugged as her daughter turned back to me.
"Relax I'm just teasing Dan," she said extending her hand toward me.
"My hands are dirty," I said looking down at them.
"I don't mind getting dirty," she said taking my hand and squeezing it. "I don't mind at all." I couldn't believe how she was opening flirting with me when her mother was stood right there. The way she looked at me left no doubt as to what she'd do with me given the chance.
"Stop making him nervous young lady," Ellen said to cut the tension. "I believe you have some suitcases to unpack yet?"
"Yes mother," she said as she rolled her eyes and turned to go. It wasn't my imagination that made her hips sway like that as she walk away.
"Ellie what the fuck was that." I whispered when her daughter had walked out of earshot.
"What was what?" she said smiling. "Oh Jessica you mean? I guess we must share the same good taste in men," she shrugged before giving me a quick kiss.
"You saw how she was acting and didn't say a thing," I said looking at my lover in shock.
"That was nothing. When she was fourteen I caught her in bed with the guy who used to clean our pool. I told him my husband was crazy enough to kill him and smart enough to hire a lawyer who could get him off with it, hoping it would scare him away. It worked because after that I never saw him again, but there were a steady stream of others. I tried to ground her but she kept on doing what she wanted to do with boys. I guess she must have inherited her mother's sex drive," she told me.
"But right in front of you like that?" I said still surprised over what had gone on.
"Relax hon she's far from an innocent little flower. If she's going to be sleeping with someone just for the sex I'd rather it was you," she said with a grin.
