Disclaimers: As always, the characters is this story reside only in the deep recesses of my mind. I got the title of my story from the 1954 song, by Jo Stafford, and several others. There will be heterosexual sex, lesbian sex, as well as incestuous sex. BE FOREWARNED!!
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My name is Bonnie Williams. I'm nearing my 60th birthday. Oh, shit that sounds old. As I contemplate this milestone, I realize its better than my poor husband, Ben, who died of cancer just over two years ago. We had 38 very good years of wedded bliss. We raised three wonderful children, Ben, Jr, now 38, Brian, 36 and Bethany, or Beth as she prefers, who just turned 20.
Yeah, yeah, there's a 16 year gap between numbers 2 and 3. I guess we forgot what the end result of careless, unprotected fucking might be. Whatever, we absolutely cherished our little pink bundle. I still do.
Having grown up near Seattle, and having very few dates in my first two years of high school, I was shocked when class jock, Ben Williams noticed me during his senior year, my junior year.
He seemed to play every sport, excelling in every one. I, on the other hand, knew nothing about any of them. But I watched him run with a football, shoot a basketball, and hit a baseball. I did all those things, but still didn't know much about any of them, except that if Ben was doing them, I was watching.
Aside from his many talents in each sport, we both knew that my senior year, when he started college, he was going to study business and finance, instead of playing sports.
All throughout my senior year, it was all we could do to keep our raging hormones in check. With his amazingly good looks, to go with his 6'2" physique, every girl wanted him, or so I thought. Every so often, I'd talk it over with my mother, asking her why the best looking guy in school wanted me, the poster girl for "Plain Jane?"
She always would tell me it was because he could see how beautiful I was on the inside. I took that to heart and at 5'5" and a bit chunky, tried my best to keep my weight in check.
We started getting serious right after my 18th birthday, the day before high school graduation. We were in my bedroom, on my bed, when I felt his hand inside my blouse. When he touched my bra covered D cup, my nipple felt like it would burst right through my bra.
Without saying a word, we both sat up, with him lifting my blouse off, over my head. He had a little difficulty mastering the workings of my bra, so I did help him getting it to the floor. Evan at 18, my boobs just didn't sit high up on my chest, like some of the other girls, who I took notice of in gym class. My mom always told me to be proud of my assets, as she called them.
When he leaned down and took an already engorged nipple in his mouth, I thought I'd peed my panties, thats just how excited I was. When his very large, but gentle hand caressed my other breast, I just swooned.
Moving onto both our knees, I started lifting his tee shirt over his head. Stopping to hug each other, tenderly, he stepped off the bed and undid his belt, pants button, and lowered his jeans. I stood and let him unbutton my skirt, leaving us both just looking at each other, in just our undies.
He moved right in front of me, kissing me, with one hand on my breast, and the other sliding my panties down over my rounded behind. I felt his 'thing' pushing against me, as it grew. Not having any first hand knowledge of an erect penis, I thought this had to be a foot long, or more. When, in fact, it was a very solid 7 inches.
Laying back on my bed, with him gently kissing and touching my boobs, I brazenly touched his manhood. My God, it felt like hardened steel.
When I felt his fingers lightly touch my never been touched pussy lips, I thought I was going to pass out. He reached for a hidden condom, unwrapped it and managed to place it correctly. Moving between my legs, he rubbed his sex up and down my pulsating lips.
"Please, Bonnie, open your beautiful eyes."
As I did, he slowly started inserting his manhood inside me. Breaking my barrier, with a minimum of discomfort, it felt like I had a telephone pole inside me. After the third or fourth gentle thrust, he started picking up steam, as my body felt about a thousand degrees.
I'd like to tell you our first fucking lasted the entire afternoon, but lets get serious, folks, with two virgins, 19 and 18 years old, we were damn lucky to last 5 or 6 minutes.
Falling back into bed, after a small clean up, I just buried my face against his neck, trying to remember to breathe. I just couldn't stop grinning. When my Ben asked how I was doing, all I could do was to tell him I was more than a bit sore, but in a very good way.
He just couldn't have been more caring. Just holding each other, occasionally kissing each other, this time letting our tongues joust with each other. With each kiss getting deeper and more passionate, I felt his sex growing, again. Knowing a bit more just might take place.
As our kissing deepened, I felt his hand start slowly moving down my body. Touching each nipple. Caressing my tummy, then lower. When the tip of one finger touched my still swollen lips, I inhaled, sharply. When it went inside, I thrusted upwards, fully enjoying its effect. When a second finger was added, it felt just like his cock, but smaller. When another condom appeared, I was more than ready.
With his cock sliding inside of me, I wrapped my legs behind his butt, and held on as his pace quickened, along with our deep kisses.
This time it did last much longer, as I found out he could bring me to multiple orgasms, before his own nearly threw me against the headboard. To say we were getting the hang of this fucking business was the understatement of the year. We just couldn't get enough of each other.
We both decided to sit down with both sets of parents, letting them know how much we truly cared for each other.
The first thing out of my parents mouths was, we hope you are being careful. Meaning, no children before marriage. We assured them we were being very responsible. Where as his parents main concern was Ben finishing college. We both knew he was on track to graduate in three years, and already had several firms looking at him. His father was very well known in the world of finance, but didn't have anything to do with these connections.
After a very long, but productive session with both families, we made two decisions. First, I was going to mom's doctor to put the use of condoms in the past, and second, we were going to be married, within the year.
I was fairly certain I wasn't going to college, as I wanted to start a family, as soon as possible, and Ben had made suggestions that he was going to be providing more than enough in the way of earnings that I didn't have to work, unless I insisted.
When I let him know that raising children and caring for a house was quite a bit of work, we were in full agreement. You have to remember, this was the very early 80's.
With his second year of college getting off to a flying start, we agreed on a Spring wedding.
While my parents were planning our wedding, I would sit and reflect on how this 'Plain Jane' caught the class jock. Or was it the other way around. I never chased after him, he did the chasing and catching.
During the short engagement period, we did discuss children. Believe it or not, we both wrote a number on a piece of paper, and when we showed them to each other, they both had a two written down. I just couldn't wait to be a mother.
Our wedding was fabulous, if I do say so, myself. My dad was so proud walking me down the aisle. With my older brother, my parents we just sort of spectators.
We had a short honeymoon on the Oregon coast, as Ben had to start the last term of his second year of college.
As his final year was half way finished, and he had several job offers, already, we decided to start our family.
Within two and a half months, I was pregnant. My mother, who took six years before my brother came along, called me fertile Myrtle. This caused many a laugh, and remained her nickname for me, until she passed away, many years after.
For some reason, I just felt that I was carrying a boy. Don't ask me why, I just had this feeling. As my tummy grew, we found a new and very exciting way of pleasuring each other.
We discovered oral sex! Yes, we had never gone down on each other, but the first time Ben made that suggestion, and I overcame my misgivings, we must have given each other three or four mind blowing orgasms. Sorry for the pun.
I do have to admit, the first time Ben's tongue licked my pussy lips, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Yes, I knew about oral sex, or so I thought. As far back as high school, I'd heard girls talking about it, with puritanical me thinking, 'how gross'.
It took until the second time, without Ben asking, I took the head of his rock hard sex and just kissed the tip. I then got really brave and took the entire head in my mouth. Wow, this wasn't too bad. When I realized his reaction was priceless, I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft. With his tongue licking my clit and two fingers inserted well into my sopping wet pussy, I was able to take most if his seven inches in my throat without gagging.
As I felt his cock start to twitch, I had to make a very quick decision. To swallow, or not! I quickly grabbed a tissue, or two, and took the mouthful of cum and spit it into the tissues. I did have to admit, that for the minute or two before spitting, it didn't gross me out.
"Are you upset I spit your stuff out?"
"Not a chance," be panted, with both of us trying to catch our breath.
We both were well aware that we were going to have many more opportunities to experiment.
As my belly grew to what I thought was on the enormous side, even our oral escapades diminished. I just felt like the Goodyear Blimp, and sex just wasn't fun. Yes, I did love the way Ben would rub some lotion on my expanded belly, supposedly to diminish stretch marks, with a finger trying to find our baby. God, I still would get excited with just one finger in my always wet snatch.
Oh, yes, if you believe this lotion helped reduce stretch marks, I have a bridge for sale!
Just as we both thought our baby wasn't going to leave the comfy confines he/she was in; one evening, just around the time we were trying to go to sleep, I knew it was time.
Off we went to greet our first child. After nearly two hours of labor, Benjamin Williams, Junior made his appearance. Nearly 9 pounds and 21 inches long! My God, I was sore. As he was getting cleaned up, I told Ben, Senior, he wasn't touching me down there until Junior started to walk.
When Junior was placed in my arms, all the soreness and pushing and screaming was forgotten. His adorable little smile just melted both of our hearts.
Oh, just for the record, even though I kept big Ben from down there for quite a while, I did find time during the third week to help myself to his more than eager cock. Also, let the record show, I did try swallowing, and it wasn't all that bad.
