Half asleep himself, with a million different things roaring through his head, Jess Tuttle didn't hear Helen's light footsteps until she was literally less than three feet behind him.
"AAAHHH,' he let out a gasp when he turned and saw the petite older woman standing there.
"Everything OK, Helen?" Jess asked.
"Oh Yeah...just having a hard time falling asleep...heard you were still up...and...I thought I heard Trina crying...is she OK?" she sighed.
"Yeah...yeah," Jess nodded. "She goes through bouts like that a few times a week since things started going squirrely around here. Most of the time she falls right to sleep after I go up and tuck her back in."
"Good," Helen replied as the two made their way to the kitchen.
Standing in front of Helen, shirtless with nothing on but a pair of flannel pajama pants, Jess suddenly felt very exposed as silence hung in the air between them.
"Got some milk in the fridge ...if you think that will calm..." Jess started to offer before the blank expression on Helen's face caused his lips to go numb.
The next few seconds were such a blur for Jess, it would take years for him to truly sort everything out.
Jess could feel Helen's thin, frail arms warp around his back with surprising strength. Instinctively putting his own arms around the older woman with tentative care, Jess just stood there for several moments, not knowing quite what to think. Feeling Helen bury the side of her head against his bare chest, Jess could feel the carnal energy seeping from Helen's pores.
Part of him was frightened by her sudden and inexplicable display, but the intensity she was gripping him with made pulling away increasingly difficult. The longer he stood there allowing the primal part of his brain to take over however, the easier it was for Jess to see things had been building to this for awhile. The fact that there was so much difference between the two, from an age standpoint among other things, it couldn't negate the simple truth that there was shared need they'd somehow tapped into with each other.
Tightening his grip around Helen once he made that realization, the two stood in the center of the kitchen, sharing an extended embrace until Jess finally raised his hands to each side of Helen's head and tilted her gaze towards him. Placing his lips softly down on top of her's, Jess could feel the older woman's torso start to melt against him.
Jess' senses were instantly tweaked when Helen raised her hands and placed them on each side of his face as he kissed her. Even though he was young, Jess knew exactly what Helen had been up to before following him down the stairs from the unmistakable scent permeating her fingers. The fog of arousal now thick inside Jess' own head, he gave up trying to process the gravity of it all and simply allowed the beauty of what was happening to prevail.
Reaching up with his left hand, Jess closed it around the wrist of Helen's right. Easing the shivering woman's fingers apart, Jess pulled them towards his mouth before swirling and sucking the musky sheen of vaginal froth slowly from each digit.
"UUUHH...AAAHH," the 65 year old woman quaked and quivered, a look of stunned awe now plastered across her face as Jess seductively cleansed her fingers.
Nudging Helen slowly backwards, Jess eventually pinned the much smaller woman against the far wall of the kitchen as he kissed her relentlessly on the neck and chest.
An audible, "OOHHH", bubbled from Helen's throat the instant she collapsed flat against the wall.
Pulling away at some point to gauge Helen's reaction, Jess watched her chest rise and fall as a look of uncertainty and expectation bloomed in her sleepy eyes. Diving forward, Jess clamped his lips down on the front of Helen's neck and kissed her with reckless abandon as she squirmed between him and the wall. Feeling Helen's hands digging roughly at his shoulders for support, Jess could hear the gasps of lust leaving Helen's throat and bouncing around the room.
It didn't take long before Jess snuck his right hand under the night shirt Helen had borrowed from his Wife. Sliding his hand steadily up the smoothness of Helen's warm belly, Jess didn't hesitate at all before squeezing his grip around Helen's left breast.
"WWWAAA...WWAAAHHH," she trembled, immediately rutting her forehead against Jess' left collarbone as he fondled her small, fleshy orb.
Curling her feet around the back of Jess' calves until she was essentially sandwiched there, Helen flailed her hands up to the top of Jess' head and clawed anxiously at his scalp as he felt her up.
Jess knew he could take Helen right there in the kitchen if he wanted, but felt an overriding pull to take her up to his bedroom and make love to her on the comfort and space of his marital bed. Removing his lips from Helen's tingling flesh, Jess' eyes locked onto hers communicating his silent suggestion for the two to go upstairs.
"...N...No...," Helen uncoiled her vocal chords and managed to say.
"I...MMMM...Uhh...Let's...go...downstairs... to the basement...," she added with the scant amount of breath remaining in her lungs.
Somehow understanding the implication of the older woman's plea, Jess nodded in agreement then scooped the tiny woman up in his arms and carried her down the basement steps, much the same way a groom would his young blushing bride.
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