While Leslie was busy taking care of her sons' needs, Tim Sawyer, her secret admirer, had a scheme of his own to seduce the sexy mom. Every time he met her walking the trail, flanked by her lecherous sons, he pictured her naked being spit-fucked. He saw her magnificent thighs and her big swinging tits; he wanted to feel those thighs and make her big tits swing with a good fucking.
He typed a note to mail to Leslie:
"I saw you committing incest with your sons and have video. All I want is a piece of your fine ass once or twice a week. If you want to deal, be on the bench by the trail overlooking the lake at 8 p.m. of the day you receive this and wear something sexy."
It was crazy! He had never done such a mad thing before! Not having fucked a woman in many years, he was desperate. His women friends, widowed or divorced, seemed to be content without sex. Maybe it took a husband to remind them of its importance and the pleasure of it.
Leslie's mail usually arrived late in the afternoon. Two days after Tim sent his note, she found it among mostly junk mail. Personal mail was rare. Her sons were not home yet. The front of the card said, Thinking of You. When she opened it, her knees gave way, and she crumpled to the floor! Now she had another secret to keep, this one from her sons.
What kind of a creep would do this? Dare she meet him? She might know his face, since he knew how she looked, even naked! As she prepared supper, her hands were shaking, and her knees felt weak. How could she act normally, that is, as her sons' usual, incestuous mother?
Danny and Eddie returned from a bike ride, boisterous.
"What's cookin', Mom? What's for dessert," they snickered.
If she kept her tryst, her lascivious sons would be disappointed that she wasn't going to serve them her body as dessert tonight.
"I'm going to visit a friend, Miriam, after supper. You two can wash the dishes and amuse yourselves."
From the frying pan to the fire, she thought. She was temporarily escaping her lustful sons, into the clutches of a lecherous stranger! She changed from her dress into a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved blouse with an elastic neckline. It was mid-June, and Daylight Savings Time meant light until at least 9 p.m..
It was only a short walk to the trail, with a longer walk to the bench that overlooked the lake but was tucked among trees and shrubs. The other side of the trail was secluded by a narrow woodland. She sat on the steel bench. Her shorts were about 6" further up her thighs. She probably looked like an appetizing "piece of ass" for her blackmailer.
Tim's tongue was almost hanging out as he approached the bench. He couldn't see if it were occupied until he got close. He had dreamed about her. If he were younger, it would probably have been a wet dream. He slipped into the seat. She turned to look at him.
"Why I've seen you many times walking your little dog! I thought you were a nice old guy!"
"You always look lovely, feminine and submissive."
"Now, you want me to submit to you. You're old enough to be my father!"
"True, but this won't be father-daughter incest."
"Please!"
"Yes, I want you to please me, and I'll try to give you pleasure, too."
"You have the advantage. Where are we going for you to do it to me?"
"I'll drive us down into the big park by the lake. There are plenty of secluded spots. I brought a blanket to lay you on. You have beautiful legs."
Tim gave Leslie a start when he touched and caressed her bare thighs, a little foreplay. His car was parked on the nearest avenue that crossed the trail. When she got into the passenger seat, he ogled her thighs again. She felt a chill. He had a spot picked out among trees and bushes, where they would not be interrupted. He parked the car out of sight from the road. He spread the blanket on grass.
"Take your clothes off!"
Tim unzipped his pants to let his swollen cock out. It was big enough to fill her pussy. There was nothing she could do but submit. She couldn't reason with a hard cock. She slipped her blouse over her head. She had a sexy black bra that gave a preview of her big tits. She peeled off her shorts to her black bikini panties. She hesitated.
"Don't be shy! I've seen you naked with a cock up your cunt and one in your mouth."
She averted her eyes while unfastening her bra and peeling down her panties. She lay down on her back for him. He picked up her panties and sniffed the crotch.
"You have an intoxicating sexual aroma, and your panties are a bit wet. I'll make you much wetter."
He photographed her full frontally with her cunt shaved bare. He stripped naked. He was in fairly good shape for his age, somewhere between 60 and 70. He was about 5' 10", with thinning gray hair, a manly chest, and muscular legs, for driving his cock into a woman. His cock certainly was hard for her.
"Raise your knees and spread your beautiful legs wide for me. That's it, offer me your honeypot!"
He knelt between her legs a put his face between her upper thighs. He inhaled deeply her natural scent. He kissed her cunt, licked up and down her slit, and licked deeper to separate her inner labia. His hands caressing her inner thighs and his tongue licking her cunt seduced her into sexual surrender. He licked and finger-fucked her to an embarrassingly intense orgasm.
"Now, suck my cock!"
This was her next step down into sexual submission. She sat up, knelt at his feet and accepted the head of his cock, which copiously oozed precum and coated her lips. She licked and sucked him quickly, which appeared to be with zest, but she just wanted to get on with it to the final submission. He held her head but only to run his fingers through her long blonde hair, which gave her unwanted shivers and goosebumps. A few minutes sufficed, because he was so eager to fuck her.
She lay back and resumed the position with which a woman welcomes a man between her legs.
"That's right! Now, I'm going to plow and seed you!"
He mounted and quickly penetrated her. A gasp and moan escaped her, which only inflamed him further. He claimed her big tits and shoved his cock all of the way up her. His foreplay had primed Leslie shamefully to cum again when his cock possessed her.
He lay on her awhile to revel in his possession. He caressed her thighs, kissed her tits and sucked her nipples. Then he rose, grasped her tits and began leisurely fucking her. This was going to be a long ordeal of submission.
'God, I haven't had my cock in a woman for years, since before my wife died! Have you any idea of how many men are deprived? You don't know how good your lovely body looks and feels to me: such beautifully curved legs with exquisitely soft, smooth inner thighs; these even softer, smoother big tits; a firm, jutting ass; and a juicy cunt! I'm in paradise!"
Leslie felt his hunger for her. When he began fucking her harder and faster, a moan escaped her. If she could enjoy her sons fucking her, why not this man who needed her so much? It was a meeting of the depraved and the deprived.
After about ten minutes of sexual union, Tim felt a surge of pleasure that urged his sperm up from his balls and through his cock. Leslie cried out as she felt the jerking, spurting cock complete his conquest of her. He lay on her, caressing her all over. Then he was still, as if he were determined to keep his cock in her.
