Dear Reader:
This story is a sexual fantasy and is strictly a work of fictional and is intended as ADULT entertainment, but we all know that some of our neighbors and acquaintances are acting out these scenes in their real life every day. Therefore the author encourages the reader to practice safe sex always.
If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious, over the age of 18, any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described.
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After that afternoon of raw animal sex between Derek an eighteen-year-old senior in high school and Keryn the widowed mother of Tamara, also a senior in high school, the two tended to avoid each other, nor had Derek tried to see her again. [For a better understanding of how their relationship began please read The Dancer. However, this story may be read on its own.]
Keryn however, caught herself looking out the studio windows quite frequently in anticipation of his presence. Keryn knew that gleam in his eyes, from her earlier years as a swinger and knew he was not finished with her yet. Keryn knew that Derek would welcome another opportunity to be with her again and again.
Keryn, had become the lonely widow with long lonely nights filled with other's stories and adventures, while she remains the faithful and traditional mother; ever since her husband died. She had overheard the other women and mothers talking about sex with their younger lovers, or pickups at the local pups, and the teen students in her classes talking about fucking some young stud and she would remember what it felt like to feel Derek inside her. To feel his hard masculine body pounding her and feeding her long dormant needs for love, touch, physical fulfillment, or better yet raw sex.
Keryn has even tried taking long walks on the weekends while her daughter is away with friends at the mall or a theater, and yet that has only got her tired, sweaty, and more frustrated. On those occasions, there was always the long hot shower or bubble bath with a friendly finger or two or her rubber ducky, or the occasional session with her old standby the vibrating dildo, but none was as good as the real thing.
Each night after a long day of teaching, Keryn would come home to loads of clothes that needed washing or ironing, prepare dinner and then the clean-up, help Tamera with her home work, cleaning the house, cutting the grass or shoveling snow; all of which left her tired and frustrated again and again. Although Keryn did not consider herself to be a lesbian she admitted that she was bisexual in her past relationships and so she had even tried masturbating with a female friend occasionally, when on trips out of town, or in a secluded hotel room, but although exciting it still did not replace the desire to feel a hard cock between her thighs.
There were the nights when she could not sleep, while her pussy throbbed in want of satisfaction. Her friends would tell her about some amazing guy or how some stud from here or there was available, but Keryn knew that was not for her with a young teen daughter at home and being a single mom in the eye of the community.
Keryn had even sent away for the occasional brown paper wrapper porn DVD and had watch them alone with a bottle of wine and then in her mind relived the action on the screen of gang of man in each of her holes and others ejaculating on her tits and stomach. Still, not real, not fulfilling, not satisfaction when finished. Besides there was no one around to hear her moans and once again the best she could expect was her fingers and a good scream.
With football season over and the first signs of winter settling onto the landscape, folks were more and more confined to their homes, this solitary life style and Keryn's new passion and craving, were driving her crazy. For three years, Keryn had not had sex and after a nearly two decades of almost nightly sex; she was like a drowning woman, but then this young man, this high school football player had thrown her a life line and she was so grateful and so horny that she could not sleep or even think straight. All she could do was work, take care of Tamara's needs, and masturbate endlessly reliving that afternoon with Derek.
Then one night it happened, Keryn realized she was considering the possibility of having sex with Derek again. His cook had felt so good inside her, so damned good! Derek's was the first cock she had had in over three years, and she had come so explosively. She knew she had to have more, and not any cock, but that cock; or else she would wind up quick-tempered and irritable. Thus far Keryn had been satisfied with getting by on her erotic fantasies and using her fingers, or her ten years old vibrator dildo from some shop in London. She had almost become accustomed to it... and then Derek had fucked her. There was no comparison, to a real live, hard hot cock, driven by a strong viral young male, buried to the hilt in her pussy, verse some cold plastic substitute.
Keryn was preparing for bed, and her body was hot and soft from her scented bubble bath, and the scented oils she had applied afterward. As she sat at the vanity, stroking and brushing her long chestnut hair, she thought about that day, thought about how her pussy felt clinging to his cock. The thoughts were making her excited. She put the brush down and stared at herself, wondering if she should go to him. There were no doubts, what so ever in her mind, that Derek wanted her. He had been unabashedly aggressive with her that day, but since then nothing. She wondered if perhaps if perhaps he was feeling guilty about fucking her, the older woman. That would not do, she felt, Derek, should not feel ashamed about fucking her, even if it had been a mature woman that he fucked. Keryn did not want Derek to experience any feelings of shame when it came to sex. Standing up, she pulled her negligee about her body, her decision firm in her mind. She went over to the bed, sat down on the edge, lifted the phone, dialed the number she had searched out days ago, and waited.
At the Wolfe home, the phone rang nearly three times before a husky male voice answered, "Hello."
"Derek Wolfe, please."
"One minute." Then Keryn listened as the sound of someone walking away and the calling out "Derek the phone is for you."
After several minutes of waiting, came the deep male voice. "Hello."
"Derek?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"Keryn"
"Oh, I can't talk here, you understand?"
"Yes. Can I see you again?"
"When and where?"
"I would like to say an hour ago, but what works for you? Same place as before."