#1 – Margaret
Margaret had been worried about Ricky ever since the accident. Carrie, Margaret's daughter, had been put in the hospital with a coma. Margaret wasn't as worried about Carrie. Something in her soul told her that her daughter would emerge from this long sleep.
It was Ricky, out there in the world on his own, in a small town where reputation was everything, that she was worried about. Margaret knew about being young, and she knew about temptation. She was concerned about what kind of trouble her young son-in-law might get himself into with all that time on his hands and a 20 year-old libido to grapple with.
She'd taken to checking in on him now and again. She'd do laundry when he needed and take over leftovers as often as possible.
Today she'd let herself in with the spare key, figuring she'd do a little pick-up and grab the laundry while he was at work.
Then, she heard it, sounds of noisy and boisterous sex coming from the family room.
"
Damn
," she thought to herself. "
I was hoping it wouldn't happen this soon.
"
She decided to take a peak in back, just to see who it was. Odd as it was to say, she was hoping it was at least one of the Jackson girls, or Deidra McCully. At least if Ricky was going to screw around, he should do it with a decent girl who was likely 'clean' if nothing else.
When she peered around the corner, she was surprised (and relieved) to see that there were no girls in there with Ricky.
All of the action was on the TV. It seemed Ricky had gone out and found himself a couple of porn films to get him through the loneliness.
She remained quiet and peeked over the back of the couch. Ricky had a bottle of lotion and had thought to bring a towel. He was stroking himself slowly as he watched the silicon enhanced beauties cavorting athletically on the screen.
She made a decision right then and there, resolving to never look back, no matter what happened.
Ricky looked up in shock to see his mother-in-law sitting down beside him. It was like she appeared out of nowhere.
"Mrs. Bilson, I...
"Ricky, how many times do I have to tell you, it's 'Margaret'. You might have known me since you were ten, but we're all grown ups now. No, don't. Don't cover up. You just sit right there."
Ricky could only stare in shock. Perhaps it was because of that very relationship, that she'd been the same pretty lady who had yelled at him for riding across her lawn when he was a kid, but he had no choice but to obey her.
"Ricky, I'm going to tell you a story, but first, I'm going to turn this down and I'm going to get some of this lotion."
She turned down the TV so the moans were barely audible, then squirted a big handful of the lotion into her palm.
"Very nice, this is my favorite brand."
"Mrs.... Margaret, I really don't think..."
"Shush," she said. "Does that feel good?"
She'd started stroking his cock, which had rapidly wilted, but showed rapid signs of recovery at her slick strokes.
"Oh my god, yes -- but..."
"Shh. Now, it's story time."
"Once upon a time, there was a young couple who'd just gotten married. Their names were Margaret and Thom Bilson -- that would be me and Carrie's dad. We were about the same age as you and Carrie when we got married, just barely out of high school. Thom didn't have much in the way of job prospects, so he decided to join up in the army. We thought it would be safe and easy. After boot camp I'd move out to wherever he was stationed.
"Fate is a funny thing though. Not two weeks after we landed in Fort Benning, a little thing called Desert Storm kicked in. I moved back home into a tiny apartment and pined away for my young, studly husband. We'd just started figuring things out in the bedroom and then he was gone. Not to switch tracks, but my-my that thing is still growing -- my Carrie is a lucky girl. Does this still feel good?"
Ricky nodded dumbly.
"Good, now back to the story. Thom was off to the war and I was stuck in a tiny apartment with nothing but a TV, a VCR, a part-time job at a supermarket, and a newly awakened sex drive that was driving me crazy."
Margaret kept stroking in a slow, yet intense fashion that she knew would drive any man crazy.
"Now, this pretty young bride started with Harlequin Romances, hoping to fill the hole I was feeling. Between that and touching myself, it
almost
worked. I was
almost
content, but not quite. I was touching myself pretty much every spare moment I had. But with every orgasm, it was like the hole had almost filled - but then gotten bigger once I was done with each frustrating climax.
"I found myself standing in the video store one day, staring at the back room. Making sure no one was around, I dashed in and grabbed the first thing I could find. The clerks at that store got to know me pretty well, and I became about as good as you can imagine at giving pleasure to myself. But Ricky, it still wasn't enough."
Margaret got off the couch and knelt in front of Ricky, wrapping both of her hands around her son-in-law's magnificent pole and to start rubbing him with a twisting motion.
"Time to switch tacks. Good?"
"Yeah," gasped Ricky.
"Okay. You see Ricky, the problem is, no matter how well you do this, no matter how well you can please yourself - once you've woken the beast, once you've tasted what the real thing is like, there isn't anything you can do to push that yearning back down. You're going to be sitting home alone at ten-thirty on a Friday and start thinking about the bar two towns over where nobody would recognize you. There will be people to dance with and liquor flowing, and one thing might lead to another. That's what I did. At first it was a dance, and then it was a kiss, and it evolved pretty quickly into fucking strangers in their cars out in the parking lot. Did I feel bad about it? Hell yeah. But it filled that hole for a while."
Ricky was gasping and she slowed her pace just a little, wanting to time her story for just the right moment.
"Ricky, I was lucky. I didn't catch anything, I didn't get pregnant, and I was there for Carrie's daddy when he came home. That wasn't the case for three of the guys in his platoon who lost their gals to someone else. Of course those gals had left for all the wrong reasons and came crawling back, but it was too late. Here's what I'm going to do for you, Ricky. I'll be here for you, as often as I can. This isn't about love, or cheating, or infidelity. This is about you being thrown a hell of a curveball, and me helping you keep that one-eyed monster in check until your beautiful Carrie wakes up. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Mrs... yes, Margaret."
"Good. Now shoot that thing off for me, I'm dying to see how much you've got inside."
Margaret increased her pace and pressure, knowing exactly what to do to push him skyward.
Skyward was an apt analogy, because Margaret had happened in Ricky on his first porn-viewing session, he'd been holding back for nearly three weeks and he damned near hit the ceiling with his first gush.
"Oh God Ricky, that's a beautiful thing," said Margaret with an encouraging smile, then she couldn't help but laugh as a huge wad descended onto her face. "Oh! There you go. Oh, that's it Sugar. Pump it all out of you. Let me see every drop come out of you."
Once he was spent, she cleaned him up lovingly.
"Now Ricky, I want to tell you something. No one is going to know about this, I promise. You need to promise me that you won't tell anyone about my wild time when Thom was in Iraq. Nobody's ever found out about that, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"Okay, Margaret," said Ricky, who was staring at his mother-in-law with amazement and awe.
"Good boy. I'll see you in a couple of days."
With a peck on the cheek, she left.
Driving away, she was rather proud of the way she'd handled herself. Clinical, a bit removed. The lord knew she didn't want the boy falling in love with her -- she was just taking care of him.
MARCH 2009
"That's it, Ricky. Right there with your tongue. A little higher, now rub me with your fingers. Oh, god baby, you're doing it just right. Now, reach up and pinch my nipple. Oh God!"
Margaret's orgasm caught her suddenly. She gripped the sheets in ecstasy, arching her back as she screamed as loud as she dared.
Ricky climbed up and shoved his swollen member into her at just the right moment, right as her body was nearly done shivering with joy.
"Did I do good, Margaret?"
"Oh yeah, sweetie. You're learning fast. Now let's take care of you quick, or I'm going to be late for my meeting at the school."
As Ricky began plunging into her, Margaret contemplated the past few months. It had been simply handjobs at first, but that had started to take on its own level of almost-there frustration. Blowjobs had come next, and then her Christmas gift to Ricky had been to let him make love to her the first time.
In January, she had realized she was missing a golden opportunity. She had certainly picked up her share of knowledge over the years, and it was a shame not to pass some of that along. She thought of it as a secret gift to Carrie, waking up to a husband who was an accomplished lover.
There was one thing she hadn't done, and all because of the Julia Roberts movie
Pretty Woman
.
She remembered the main character's friend had always counseled her not to kiss on the lips, because you could fall in love.
Even though kissing was certainly part of good lovemaking, she had kept that out of the equation -- and she believed it was a successful strategy. She and Ricky had established a clinical, yet intimate connection in the bedroom (and other places), but their relationship still felt oddly unchanged in day-to-day life. She had no attraction to him at family gatherings, nor did he make any advances or even catch her eyes in the wrong way.
If you pressed her, she would certainly admit that coupling with a young stud two or three times a week did nothing but boost her feeling of well-being, but that was more a physical transformation, not emotional. It had certainly increased the fire in her own bedroom -- where things had been waning a bit.
"Oh Margaret," moaned Ricky in her ear.
"That's it, Sugar, are you going to cum for me. Where do you want to cum?"
In answer, Ricky pulled out and shot a massive load across her fulsome breasts and her waiting belly. She'd had her tubes tied, so Ricky cumming inside of her was no issue, but he truly enjoyed seeing his cum coating her skin.
Once he was rested, he dutifully stood up to get her a towel -- good boy, he'd learned proper etiquette.
Once dressed, she gave Ricky a loving hug and kissed him on the cheek.
"'Bye sweetie, I'll see you Tuesday."
MAY 2010
