Prologue
She came home early from work one afternoon to walk in on her nineteen year old son fucking his then girlfriend from behind.
They hadn't heard her enter and were facing away from where she stood. She stopped and watched, shocked but increasingly aroused, as the girl's soft tits with pink nipples flopped back and forth in cadence with each thrust of her son's surprisingly large cock into her milky white shaved pussy.
Her panties were soaked even before she reached down between her legs.
The marriage she thought would last forever at nineteen when she became pregnant had turned into a nearly sexless cohabitation of convenience. At first she thought her husband was cheating on her but after a week turned into a month...turned into a year...then two...and then more without any intimacy, she resigned herself to just occasional self satisfaction.
Suddenly seeing her son driving his rigid cock deep into his girlfriend again and again and again awakened in her the realization of what she was missing...and desperately wanted...and was determined to get again.
Without a sound, she retreated to a powder room down the hall and fingered herself to her most explosive orgasm in a very long time without even bothering to remove her panties. After composing herself and sneaking back out to the garage, she made enough noise entering the kitchen that the teenagers had sufficient time to pull on their clothes and cuddle in front of the TV. For the first time, she noticed a small wet stain in the crotch of the girl's shorts and wondered how many times in the past she missed that telling detail.
Recalling her son's thick dark cock pounding the girl's smooth bare pussy, as well as both of their moans and grunts of pleasure, became her go to masturbation fantasy.
Seven weeks later, she dropped her son back at college for his second year. A week later she moved into her own apartment close to her office and had a lawyer file divorce papers.
At first, she was just as lonely as she had been in her marriage, getting little comfort from her fingers or the few new toys she bought online....
Part 1
"Ouch"
Alicia winced and cried out softly as a droplet of bright red blood welled up from the nick her razor made on the right side of her vulva, uncomfortably close to the ragged edge of her pussy lip. She put the razor aside and let the water from the shower wash the drop away, but it was immediately replaced by another.
"it's all Jorge's fault,"
she muttered to herself, leaning back against the tile wall and pressing a fingertip tightly against the tiny cut.
"He's the one that wanted me to shave."
Then again, she didn't think he would mind a little cut, not the way he so eagerly insisted on going down on her just a few days before during the heaviest day of her period, making her cum harder and longer with his tongue and fingers and then his thick uncut cock than she could remember climaxing before.
Still, she didn't want to ruin a good pair of panties with a blood stain if she could avoid it.
Closing her eyes, she let the warm water flow over her head and down across her perky tits to her partially shaved crotch. Almost immediately she felt her clit pulsing against the finger she pressed into her mound. When she softly twirled a puffy nipple between two fingers of her other hand, a familiar tingling grew in her groin, its warmth spreading quickly to her thighs.
With a low moan, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the growing pleasure. She rubbed her clit furiously as the fire in her groin engulfed her pussy and then her entire body. With a final yelp her whole body tensed with her climax before slowly fading away as she slumped against the tile wall of her shower.
She finished shaving and washing herself, dried off and walked into the adjacent bedroom, stopping to critically apprise her naked body in a full length mirror.
"Not really that bad,"
she thought to herself
,
"pretty good, actually, for not quite forty."
Her c-cup breasts only sagged a little, their nipples a dark brown in contrast to her coffee with extra cream colored skin. Her thighs and legs remained taut below her round low slung ass and there was only a hint of extra softness on her belly.
She stepped closer to the mirror to look over her handiwork with the razor. She really hadn't wanted to shave her pussy and didn't do so completely, leaving a thick runway patch of black hair right above the slit running from her prominent mound down between her thighs.
Jorge insisted on her shaving although she had always just let her pussy hair do whatever it wanted. He probably wouldn't be totally satisfied with what she had done, but then he wasn't the only one she wanted or needed to please...and he knew that too.
Over cocktails one evening, a single, younger coworker suggested she try an online dating site, one that specialized in singles looking to hook up. At first she was hesitant to say the least but after another few weeks of fingers and vibrators alone, she gave it a try.
It took her two more weeks and several increasingly explosive orgasms to work up the nerve to answer the many responses flooding in from her initial posting. After chatting online with a few guys, she started to weed out the pretenders and flakes, at least she hoped so.
Finally, she narrowed her list of possibilities to three.
The first was Jorge, a stocky Mexican man with short hair and a closely cropped beard. They met at a popular bar after work one weekday, with two of her female coworkers surreptitiously sitting a few tables away.
Jorge was charming and witty and courteous to a fault. After one glass of wine, she was giggling like a teenager. After the second, her panties were damp and her nipples hard. Before she finished the third, she knew she just had to fuck him.
His hand roamed down her back and tentatively caressed her ass as she nuzzled close to him for the short walk to her apartment. She could clearly see the growing bulge in his pants as she inhaled his husky scent.
Even as she unlocked the apartment door, his hands reached around from behind her and cupped her tits, his lips nibbling into the back of her neck. Her pussy clenched, practically on the verge of an orgasm before she turned and kissed him passionately, their tongues lashing each other in her mouth.
They tore in abandon at each others clothing until he unclasped her bra and her tits bounced out in his face. He buried his face in her cleavage for a moment then pressed her against the door they just entered. She tore at his belt and zipper as he ran his hands up her legs, spreading her thighs. His raging hard cock popping out of his pants when they dropped to his ankles.
Jorge hurriedly plunged into her pussy that first time eagerly, wantonly, desperately with her back against that door, one leg raised to give him easier access, her already soaked panties simply pulled to the side. His thick cock pinched her tight pussy lips momentarily as he slid inside her, pounding her hard while he sucked and bit her stiff nipples.
Her first orgasm splashed over his rigid cock on no more than his third thrust into her throbbing pussy. After two more, she could feel his sticky cum mixing with her orgasmic juices inside her and dribbling down her inner thighs. She moaned her pleasure for as long as he stayed inside her then kissed him passionately as his softening cock slipped out of her.
