2: Daisy
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While waiting outside Tim’s classroom, I chatted with his best friend’s granddad, James, and over the school year, I developed a bit of a crush on this kindly widower. I did not feel he was attracted to me, a sixty-eight-year-old lump of lard, a woman who would instantly be classed as a nanna. One day, though, he did seem much more animated, and as we walked home with the boys running ahead, I took courage and asked if he would like to come back for dinner with me after bedtime.
His face broke into a broad smile.
“Yes, Daisy, I would love that.”
“If I’m still settling Tim, just come in the back door and wait in the lounge.”
A few hours later, I was in the kitchen. Tim was fast asleep upstairs when there was a gentle knock on the door.
“Hello, James, come in. It will be about twenty minutes before we can eat. Would you like a drink while you wait?”
"I would love an ale.”
So he sipped his beer while I worked, and we chatted away easily. I suppose we were both fed up with our own voices. Living alone after many years of marriage is not easy.
We sat at Lizzy’s dining table; all the time we were eating, it seemed he was looking at me, and it felt really good to be the centre of a man’s attention again.
After our meal, we had coffee in the lounge, sitting in separate armchairs, when I suddenly had the urge to be physically close to him but was at a loss as to how I could do it without making a fool of myself. Then I had a brainwave.
“Would you mind if I put some music on, James?"
“Not at all.”
So I used the remote to turn on the television and scrolled to find the radio stations. Eventually, I settled on an easy music channel and then settled down to await my opportunity.
The soft music was very relaxing. I let several tracks go by before making my move.
“Would you like to dance with me, James?"
He smiled, stood up, and stretched out his hand. I almost jumped out of my chair as I put my hand in his and let him pull me up. Instantly, his other arm went around my waist, and we shuffled around the small floor space, my head resting on his shoulder.
He smelled very nice, and as we moved, I let my spare hand rest on his chest, tracing a path over his shirt. I was in heaven. Gradually, I felt my body melt into him, my hand trapped between us.
“Daisy, this is a treat, and you are lovely.”
Then he stopped moving, let go of my hand, cupped my chin between his beautiful hands, lifted my head back, and kissed me on the lips.
Inside, I was in turmoil; my body was reacting as if I were a teenager on her first date. I grabbed the back of his head, pressed my lips against his, and pushed my tongue into his mouth.
James’s reaction was instant. He ran his hands down my body, then, with one on each buttock, he pulled me hard against him, grinding his hips against me. Below, I could feel the hardness of his erection as his body moved against me.
“Daisy, I want you.”
“I want you too, James. Let’s go up to Lizzy’s room quietly, please; we don’t want Tim to disturb our fun!”
A minute later, we were upstairs, undressing each other and kissing madly as the clothes fell onto the floor. I stroked his bare chest, loving the feel of his hair.
I slid my hand down to run my fingers through his pubes, then along his shaft to the very tip, where I luxuriated in rubbing his juice all over his helmet.
I felt his hand slip between my legs, then prise my lips apart and slip inside my vagina, masturbating my hole, before slipping out again to find my clit.
“James, James, I want you to fuck me, please, please.”
My voice was asking for something I thought would never happen again. I was deliriously happy,
He pushed against me, and I staggered back, falling on the bed with him on top of me. Then, after one short moment, he entered me, and I felt complete—a woman again.
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3: Lizzy
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The day had gone very well; the client was impressed with my presentation, and I had secured a new contract. The evening was supposed to be a celebratory meal in the Royal Hotel, where I would have stayed overnight, but he had to cancel as his wife was very sick. I did not want to spend an evening alone, so I decided to return home and cancel the reservations.
I boarded the 19:25 from Templemeads Station in good time and settled down for the trip back. Just after nine, I took a taxi from my local station for a twenty-minute ride home.
Standing outside the house at the tail end of twilight, I saw Mum’s car in the driveway, as expected. James’s was by the curb, and the house was in darkness, curtains undrawn. Odd, I thought.
I came in quietly, not sure what I would find, shedding my shoes inside the front door. I padded down the hall, then into the empty lounge, before checking the kitchen diner. No one there either, just one dim lamp shining on the worktop.
Back in the lounge, I could hear some sound coming from above—a gentle knocking from my bedroom. I climbed the stairs quietly, and from the landing, I saw Tim asleep through his doorway. I carefully closed his door, then looked along at the spare bedroom, which was empty. The knocking sound seemed louder here, and I noticed my bedroom door was slightly ajar, so very gently, I pushed it a bit more and peered through the gap.
Even in the gloaming, the sight before me was arresting. Mummy was sitting on top of James, completely naked, rocking back and forth over his hips. But the most disturbing thing for me was the stream of obscenities coming from her mouth.
“God, your cock feels so good in me.”
“I love you fucking my cunt, James.”
And then the worst of all.
“Fuck my arse again, now, James.”
I watched them roll over, Mummy on hands and knees, and then James entered her from behind. Mummy groaned a deep sound the like of which I had never heard from her before.
Internally, I was on fire, rooted to the spot in curiosity and horror. Without thinking, my hand pushed under the waistband of my slacks, then into my panties. Two fingers slipped to the side of my pussy, surrounding my clit, and I started to frig myself. James was pounding Mummy, her groans sounding desperate, like an animal in distress.
My clit was pinched between two fingers. I was desperate for release, pounding myself remorselessly. I pushed my mouth onto the flesh of my arm, using it as a gag to muffle my noises.
James came, and his grunts of pleasure were even more animalistic than Mummy’s. The noise they made covered my orgasm, with my body convulsing in satisfaction and my mouth pressing deep into my arm.
I could not stay there any longer for fear of being discovered, so I crept into the spare bedroom, undressed, and lay in bed, listening to the knocking of my headboard against the wall as James had a final burst inside Mum. When they quietened, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of frantic sex with James pounding my back passage.
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4: Daisy
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Waking somewhere that is not your own home is always a little odd, but that day felt even more unusual. The previous night, James had made love to me, better described as a magnificent screwing. Two oldies going on like a pair of love-lorn teens. It was brilliant, but in the early morning light, I found myself alone again, and it was back to the day job of Tim’s Nan. Getting a six-year-old ready for school, feeding him, and cleaning him all according to a timetable governed by the school bell. No time for myself; just throw something on over my pyjamas, slip on some shoes, and then chivvy him out of the door while carrying a satchel stuffed with his needs for the day.
By nine, I was back in the house, a mug of tea in my hand, dressed down to a woolly top and pyjama trousers, sitting on Lizzy’s bed, reading my favourite book.
“Mummy, I want a cuddle.”
I glanced up to see Lizzy standing by the door, wrapped in a blanket.
“Of course, darling.”
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5: Lizzy
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I stood by my bed and looked at Mummy lying there, and I felt there was something different about her today—undefinable but different. Still, she was my mum, and I needed that cuddle, so I got onto the bed and crawled across to her, a little hampered by the blanket trailing around me. Once in position beside her, I snuggled down with my head cushioned by her breast and an arm draped across her body, gently stroking the side of her body through her pyjamas.