Aimee

Soon after I finally got my MBA, and got situated at my new job at the Brokerage Firm in Columbus, I met the woman of my dreams, Laurel, when spending a few weeks in our Indianapolis Office. After courting for several years I finally popped the question. Before I could even finish asking, she was jumping up and down screaming with a resounding yes.

It seemed like it was a whirlwind planning and all, but now I realize she had planned her wedding for years before she met me. With the help of her Mother, everything took less than 4 months until we were headed out of the church after the "I dos". After 10 days in the Islands, we were back in Columbus settling in to our new life together. Things at home were awesome, although we both worked long tiresome hours, when we were together, we were TOGETHER. About three years in, we welcomed our Son into the mix. We decided Laurel should be a stay at home Mom for a while. Looking back now, it was the best choice we probably ever made,especially after the birth of our second son.

Just as our oldest was headed to his first year of school, I got an awesome promotion, and that meant we would be relocating to Laurel's home town of Indy. I had to report immediately which Laurel and the Boys stay behind while getting the house staged and up on the market. My MIL, Aimee, suggested I stay with her in the interim. Laurel and I decided it sounded like a good idea especially since Aimee was recently widowed. After the first couple weeks we got into a pattern, after her shower in the morning, she would rap on my door to let me know she was finished. One morning, upon waking, I did not hear anything yet, so i figured she had not been in the shower yet. Thinking I had some time, I decided to fly solo so to speak, and take care of my neglected morning wood. Just as I started to let loose, I sensed something was amiss, as I looked out toward the hallway, and I think I saw a shadow moving quickly down the hallway. Several minutes later, she rapped on the door frame as per usual to let me know the bathroom was all mine.

I really never noticed a change in Aimee's attitude or demeanor, so hopefully she did not really see what I thought she did. She did however, once in a while come into the room in the morning to wake me up to tell me she was done in the shower. More than once I think I noticed a lingering look at my "tent" on her way out of the room. As time went on, she even started coming in with just a towel wrapped loosely around herself. Mornings like that, usually made the woody a little stiffer and needed a little more attention in the shower. (wink wink)

I would start work early on Friday so I could get an early jump on traffic to get out of town heading home to Columbus. After a week without Laurel and boys, the couple hour drive seemed to fly by. Of course, when we finally got the kids to bed, and a weeks worth of passion built up, Friday nites were awesome.

Although we had hoped to sell the house and get moved before the snow, it did not happen. After several days vacation over the Christmas/NewYears holiday, it was back to Indy, and into the routine at Aimee's again. It must have been 3 or 4 weeks into January, we got one of those "mid-west" snow storms. For safety sake, I decided to forgo the weekend trip home. Saturday morning when I finally woke up, I Headed down the hallway to the can. Not hearing anything, and since the door was not closed, I just walked in, oops so to speak. There was Aimee, completely naked, brushing out her hair. I am not sure who was more embarrassed, me or her. As dumbfounded as I was, I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, and stared at her ass-ets. After what seemed like an eternity, I excused my self and headed back to the guest room. I must admit, for someone in her mid 60's, she was a well kept woman. I am hoping my Laurel looks like her Mom at that age.

When Aimee was done in the BR, she stopped in my room, probably to assure me that all was well after the accidental visit earlier. As we were chatting, I noticed she couldn't keep her eyes of the bulge in my shorts. After missing out on my Friday nite rituals at home with Laurel, I think my little brain was working over time. She finally left and told me to yell when got out of the shower, so she could start breakfast. Although it probably would not have taken very long, had I not decided to rub one out in the shower.

After breakfast I bundled up and went out to run the snowblower on the driveway and sidewalks just as the snow was subsiding. It seeemed like there was about 10 inches or so. Probably was a good idea not going to Columbus for the weekend. After I was done outside I went in, and grabbed a cup of still piping hot coffee. Aimee called to me, she was in the family room with the news on. When I went in, I was shocked to see the way she was dressed. She had on her normal "Grama" style jeans, but she had on a T-shirt that was tight enough for me to realize she did not have a bra on. Believe it or not, this 64 year old Grama, had no reason to be ashamed on how good her tits looked in that T-shirt. I spent the better part of the next hour or so stealing glances of those lovely mounds and trying to hide the obvious bulge in my pants.

After an hour or so, I decided I need to relieve some tension so I excused myself. As I walked past her I sensed she realized that was not a banana in my pocket. I was sure to securely shut the bedroom door, while I got busy. About and hour and half, I reappeared, she asked how my rest was. We both ended u in the Living Room watching the tube. I asked if there were any chores I could help her with or do for her (since I was stranded) that she couldn't do for herself.

Almost without thinking, she said that she has wanted to straighten out, condense the 'work bench' area in the back garage. We ended going out, sorted through, started a pile for the trash, and one for donations. When we got to the last plastic storage bin, she took the top off, and gasped (kinda' like there was a body or something) I could see she was quite embarrassed. Seems as Dad had a binful of adult entertainment. Magazines, old reel movies, and newer VHS tapes with very graphic covers. Her first reaction was trash pile for all of it, as I was sorting thru it, she was quite apologetic. I explained there was no need, once she started calming down, we chatted about it. This is when I found out she had never seen any type of 'movies' like that. I would have never told her that my Wife and I enjoy a good flick to spice up things from time to time, but she asked, and I did admit that I had seen movies like that, and so did my Wife. I jokingly suggested we take one inside with us for later, reluctantly she agreed.

I told Aimee I would cook dinner since I was there for the weekend. After dinner, and the clean up, we retired to the TV Room. She was flipping thru, looking for something to watch, frustrated, she suggested the Movie we found in the garage. I agreed, got up and put it in the VCR. It started out kinda' calm a soft core, a MILF was getting picked up in a Bar by a young pup. The hotter the action got, the more flushed Aimee seemed to get. Finally as the guy was going down on the MILF, Aimee said she had seen enough. When I asked if she was uncomfortable, she said she always heard of things like that, but never knew it was true that people do that. That to me said she and Dad probably never did anything oral. Too bad, for both of them, and what would they think of their daughter, a master at giving and receiving. After a couple more minutes, I did turn off the movie, shortly there after Aimee announced she was going to turn in for the night.

Sunday morning, I woke up and smelt coffee brewing so I figured Aimee was already down stairs. Much to my (pleasant) surprise, as I walked into the BR with 3/4 of a woody tenting my shorts, found her au naturel sitting on the commode. I excused myself, turned to leave, she stopped me in my tracks. Hesitantly she asked, that movie last night, do you and Laurel do things like that to each other, even if I would have denied it, I am sure my face would have given it away. I responded affirmingly, she kinda' smiled, as I left, I asked that she let me know when she was done so I could use the shower. 15 or 20 minutes later, she gave me the alls clear as she passed by.

As I was getting into the shower, I heard banging around the kitchen, so after my shower, I figured she was down still, so I was drying off as I went down the hall, turned the corner into my room, she as sitting on the bed with a cup of coffee for me. I quickly wrapped the towel around my midsection and sat down beside her. In hopes to lighten the situation, I said, I guess we are even, you showed me yours, I showed you mine. We both chuckled. We were sipping our coffee, finally she asked what it feels like, what is better for me giving or receiving, question after question.

As she asked, I answered honestly. When she seemed to be out of questions, I asked if she and Dad had ever experimented in that type of thing, her reply was a very curt, no way. I told her it was too bad, because there are not too many Ladies that do not like being pleasured like that. As it is every time we talk about Dad, a sadness comes across face. I reach in to give her a hug to console her, she whispers in my ear, 'will you show what it feels like.' You probably could have knocked me over with a humming birds feather. My mind was running wild, in fast fast-forward. I did tell her if she wanted me too, I would.

She stood up and took me by the hand, follow me she said, led me down the hallway to the Master Suite. When we got there, she started to undress, slowly, almost like she was having second thoughts. As she got down to her very non-descript bra and granny panties, she turned slightly away, asked for me to undo her bra. after she peeled it off, she dropped her panties and got into the bed, kinda' centering herself. as I climbed in beside her, she pulled me into a hug. We exchanged a few small kisses, they got more intense and lasted longer. Finally I kissed my way down, lingering on her fine pink nipples, to her belly button, then rolled over between her legs. Looked at her as she shuddered in anticipation.

Gently, deliberately, delicately using my tongue on her as I would if I were making love to my Laurel. It did not take long until I could sense her body getting rigid, and her breathing patterns, she climaxed. As not to be deterred, I hesitated until she seemed to calmed down. Once that wave was over, I got back to business, it seemed that next couple orgasms were stronger than the previous ones. I was doing her like a wild man, the last one, I thought her legs were clamping down on me so hard my head was going pop like a pimple. She pulled me up to her, we kinda' nestled into each other, she was crying slightly, when asked what was wrong, she confessed that was the first time she ever orgasmed. She drifted off to sleep as we cuddled.

I disentangled and left her by herself. I, still just clad in my towel, with an incredible hard-on, went down to my end of the hall to get dressed. I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed something to eat and ended up in the TV room. After about an hour, she comes down, wrapped up in a robe, and I could tell there was nothing underneath. She leant down, gave me a firm kiss on the lips and thanked me for making her feel so good. At the end of the show, we started surfing to find something else to watch. Finally out of frustration, she asked if we could watch some more of the movie. (thank goodness it was still in the VCR) When I restarted the tape, it was exactly where the young pup was heading south on the MILF. I think she looked at that with a very new appreciation. A little later in the film, MILFy started to return the favor on her young pup. She moved up to the edge of the couch where we were sitting, almost like she was taking notes. Aimee, staring at the screen, looked at me like she wanted to say something, but instead turned back to the screen. Just about that time the pup unloaded all over the MILFs face and chest. She finally sat back and we watched the rest of the movie leaning on each other.

As we were getting finished cleaning up after dinner, I told her I was gonna hit the sack since I had to go to work in the morning. After I had been bed a while she came came in her robe, settled in beside me. She was so calm and peaceful. She started with a few slight kisses, working up to some real passionate tonguey kinda' kisses. During one of those kisses, she reaches down and grabs the wood. Gentle squeezes, and slight strokes, she pulled down the blankets and started the descent. Once she finally reached my meat missile, she hesitantly started on it with gentle kisses, all over it, the whole time squeezing my sack.

Finally, she slid her lips down around it, looked up at me and I could see the smile in her eyes. Let me tell you, for the first time ever, WOW, I mean DOUBLE WOW. When I sensed I was going to bust, a told her, I could tell she was thinking about something, but to my surprise, she started going up and down faster and faster till I busted in her mouth. She was a little startled, but did not lose a single little swimmer. Aimee cleaned every drop of juice off of it, then came back up to my arms. I could tell how proud she was of herself, as she should be, and kissed me and thanked me for letting her experience so many things for the first time. Needless to say there were more oral sessions with Aimee, she was such a tender person, and seemed to relish our times together.

We finally sold our house and relocated a couple blocks from Aimee, which was great for Laurel and the boys. Occasionally, Aimee would borrow me for some Manly house hold chores. Wink Wink.