Finding Time For Eachother

FINDING TIME FOR EACH OTHER

Alone again and gazing at her reflection in the en-suite bathroom's mirror, her thoughts spooled back to what had happened on the bed, the covers rumpled and the pillows on the floor; a bed she had lain on with Tom.

Her long, auburn hair, tied back and now looking unruly, framed a slender face. Her full lips had a rosy glow from what she knew had been a result of their lustful kisses. The cut of her lace-fringed sleeveless nightgown revealed the porcelain whiteness of her arms and breasts; her fulsome figure not concealed by a dressing gown that she'd had no time to put on when Lucy's wail woke her, just as it had done with Tom. His room was along the landing, not so far from where she now stood.

You didn't encourage him, Fran, or lead him on by being flirty or saying something the least suggestive of your feelings, and that would have encouraged Tom to pursue his interest and need for you. She had been dismayed to discover his interest in her and the effect it had upon her, the rush of impure thoughts, and the reasons for Tom's pursuit of her.

She, too, could explain her reasons for conceding to his claims upon her, admitting that her daughter Jenny had her father's harsh, often callous, streak that had recently become indifferent to another's feelings or needs. Jenny kept that harder side to her character under control, never hidden. It lay under the surface and was deployed as and when circumstances demanded it.

She wanted to control events, and such a situation had followed Lucy's birth and in its aftermath, and over the last two years or so, her rejection of Tom and the satisfying of the young man's needs.

She had sympathised with his situation before falling into the emotional maelstrom of events that had led up to her needs being satisfied. Her body ached, and her mind was filled with what she had done with him, for him, and had so eagerly sought from him.

And yet she felt restless from the memory of all that she had succumbed to, an orgy of frenzied loving that she had never known of before, even through the years of her marriage that had ended in a bitter divorce, the legacy of which affected her day-to-day dealings with any man.

But with Tom Blyton, her son-in-law, their dealings had always been different, accommodating even. All that had gone before had been turned over at the height of her moments of discovery with him during the night.

She knew only too well what was at work in him, the difficulties that Tom was having with her daughter and recounted by Jenny often enough. The details weren't gone into, but they were gynaecological and had become a source of heated arguments between them ever since Lucy's birth. Marital relations had all but ceased, Jenny had been candid enough to tell her. She, too, had sensed a cooling between them and the reasons for that, she had soon understood, had become the lack of any pleasure whenever they had sex.

Understanding had grown into resentment, and Jenny's sudden recall to the hospital when the consultant's diary had provided an unexpected opportunity for her to be admitted had led to her being called upon, at very short notice, to babysit while Jenny was in hospital and Tom was at work.

The fragility of Tom's relationship with Jenny had awakened the tumult of emotions she often felt in her life, that of living alone. The more they had talked, over a shared supper, had seen the dynamics of their relationship change. She had then understood, only too quickly, what had provoked his touch on her. Words of understanding and consolation had then progressed to so much more; the flagrant casting aside of any remaining inhibitions and who they had become, to each other.

Her tryst in the kitchen with Tom, the pursuit of wild kisses and fumbling caresses, had been but the beginning. He had then detained her at the bedroom door, and she had been persuaded, coaxed even by his caresses, to allow him to be in her room and then to be naked in her bed. Tom's kisses and seducing caresses, to which he had been taken so emphatically, had seduced away her words of denial that it could happen between them. Her words seeking to restrain him had become meaningless babble.

Tom had soon been hot and hard, and yet smooth like velvet as he had begun to move inside her, frenetic acts of foreplay not delaying, for long, what had then happened; their gasps of dismay to be joined matched by moans of shared delight that could be heard through their kisses as she felt the head of his cock and the veins along his shaft touching places inside her that she had not known could feel so good and bring her on.

She tried to beat his back, her movements restricted by the presence of him inside her, his thrusts slow and deepening, inducing her to react by lifting her legs until she grasped them and held them around his waist. Her posture was awkward and submissive, her resistance slowly seduced away by the wayward pleasure that his movements within her aroused. She was being stretched and plumbed, felt that she was in a dance, with Tom taking the confident lead. She bucked her hips and tugged on him, and she had heard his sharp intakes of breath as rushes of pleasure had overwhelmed them.

"That's better... so much better,' he'd groaned and their unequal responses quickening.

She had gripped the skin of his back, caressed down to clamp his buttocks as he took her, these claims heightening the pleasure she felt from his movements and kisses. He had continued to plumb her body, to stretch her by his movements, the beating of her hands slowly easing as he silenced her cries with his deepening kisses until she could bear the torment of resisting no longer, her guilty conscience, because of what she was doing with him, tempestuously eased away.

He, and what Tom had done, had been impossible for her to resist, and she had clung to him fiercely; loved the way that he kissed; how Tom wanted to devour her mouth and tongue as he sought it, all the while slamming into her until she gasped in raging pleasure and pain. He had been so energetic in the pursuit of satisfaction denied to him for so long. She had felt that way too, but for quite different reasons.

'I'm into you now, and you sure do it for me,' he'd groaned at one point in their couplings and, somehow, he had found the strength to lift her off the bed and made her settle on him, his hands clenching her buttocks. His face had been pressed between her breasts, his mouth sucking and kissing her nipples as she moved on him, as Tom pulled her down as if he would never get enough of this forbidden fruit, his temperamental wife's mother.

'Tom... Tom!' she kept on yelping and falling on him. She loved to feel the tug of his lips on her breasts before she clung fiercely to his neck and crushed them to his chest. There had been something about being so obviously desired by Tom that reduced her to a trembling wreck, all resistance and propriety forsaken. She had succumbed and wanted to give of herself to him, and she had done so.

Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss had pulsed through her pussy and she had become lost in her pleasure as Tom climaxed and shot streams of hot cum deep inside her.

Tom had said so, had told her how she had moaned out of pleasure to share in all that had been discovered. She had been vocal and given him all the encouragement that he needed through their snatched kisses, and she had felt the harshness of his taking of her as he had made her lie back as far as it allowed, her hands gripping his shoulders, and Tom leaning over her and resuming his wild taking of her, the mattress creaking as she thrashed the covers with her feet to sustain the momentum that he had set.

It had been so destructive of her ordered world and wrong, the way her body had reacted to what they pursued of each other. She would have given anything for him to stop before their claims upon each other brought the rush of a wrecking orgasm. To share that had been to acknowledge and accept the pleasure that they had discovered and the making of a bond so different from all that had gone before. Unlike her daughter, she had given of herself completely.

'Fran... you darling woman... Fran!' he'd gasped through their snatched kisses, bending to kiss her breasts as she jerked and clamped on him feverishly, bucking her hips and meeting his movements. 'You're going to break me!'

'As you've done... to me... I'm... I'm lost!'

She had shuddered in her orgasm as she had felt the leap of his penis deep within her; then the tingling rushes as wad after wad of his semen filled her. She had shuddered on feeling them, the effect that she had had upon him. She had clung to him, and now her arms and legs ached from all that had been so tempestuously discovered.

She'd had to tear her mouth away from his kisses of gratitude for letting him plumb her. She knew that her body would ache, her lover's ways quite unlike all that she had once shared with that errant husband, her ex.

She had made every moment last and seen how Tom's eyes fluttered in continued pleasure, from what she had sought to continue doing for them both. He would slowly ease away, then push back in, her muscles tightening around him and seeking the last of his ebbing strength and what had been expelled into her. She had seen continued longing for her in his eyes, felt the claims of his lips and hands on her breasts, on her achingly hard nipples, the slip of his penis that she had attempted to clamp upon with tiring muscles.

He had moaned out her name.

She had chosen to echo it, surprised by his more considerate movements as they had basked in the ebbing pleasure that had been so tempestuously discovered. She had wanted her wanton lover's penis inside her for many moments more.

'I won't forget this,' he had kissed, and she felt his embrace upon her ease before his flaccid length of flesh was taken from her.

'I already missed you being there,' she murmured as she brushed back her hair and stared at the reflection in the mirror. Could she rely on following through on what had been said? She would give of herself just once. 'No, I don't think so.'

She remembered how she had shivered on feeling the last of it, the residual caress of that bulbous tip as it stretched her pussy's lips before he eased out of her, the tissues on the bedside table soon reached for to stem the flow of his semen that began to leak out of her. They had languished for a few moments in the heat of what had been shared, or as she thought of their rut, his taking of her had taken hold in her mind.

How he had taken her; what passion and energy had been brought to their tryst.

She had brought her legs to her chest to draw him deeper into her body and she had felt Tom still his growls of effort against her throat, her shoulders, her breasts as he rose to take her at a frenzied, selfish, speed and she had tumbled into the spiralling void, then grip, of her approaching orgasm.

She had been wasted by a tormenting climax, her body shuddering on feeling the explosion of his lust for her, and then the tingling rushes that had tipped her over the edge of control.

"Next time, we'll make love until we're utterly wrecked, Fran, you wonder!"

♥

He wondered how long she would be in the same house as him, sleeping in the room down the hallway from his room and while Jenny remained in the hospital.

A couple of days had flown by since their first night together.

Now, the sight of Fran's pale skin, ghost-like in the gloom of the landing that was lit by a night-light, aroused renewed longing for the woman, her lace-trimmed nightgown clinging to the indolent sag of her breasts and shaping her hips.

'She was restless, so I got up to check on her...' Fran murmured, moving to lean back against him as Tom put an arm around her waist. She was almost as tall as he was, six feet, but his strong and slender frame was in stark contrast to her fleshiness. She felt the press of his penis against her buttocks.

'And I couldn't sleep, not after what we had found. I wanted to be with you... again and again these last few nights.'

She reached up as Tom stood behind her and did not push his hands away as he embraced her, glad to have had the opportunity to wash herself. There remained the unmistakable attraction to her that was to be seen in his eyes. He was in thrall to her and all that she brought to his sight and touch, and the hope, and unmistakable intention, to claim her again.

'We've found how this can go between us, haven't we?'

'And I'm wondering if I should let you do what you're doing to me again, now...'

'I've already felt how it was for you, too, Fran...'

She heard his low, persuasive voice and felt his breath on her enervated skin as Tom sought her concession to his ways. His touch was breaking down her resolve, and she knew that Tom would not force himself on her, now that she had given voice to her conscience, but that would be to ignore the effect upon him of being able to hold her again, to be naked in his arms and for him to be reclaimed in what she gain began to feel was her moist heat.

They had shared in the tempestuous acts of loving and spending, and they had done that in each other's arms. She had offered solace, but in a wayward and passionate kind. Now, he wanted more of her.

'Darling, you must know that I got lost in these ways with you, but that is no excuse for going on.' She met a slow kiss to her face, then lips, as a questing hand brushed down her belly and cupped her mound as the other drew up the skirt of her nightdress and two fingers pressed slowly into her moist heat, grazed over coarse hair.

'Tom! I've already been with you tonight!' she said, squirming in response to his touch and unable to control her response to his ways with her.

'Yes, but I can't turn these feelings off, just like that,' he said, petulantly, and coaxed her to step away from Lucy's bedroom door. 'I want to take you to bed again..."

'I know you do, and I should stop you before this goes any further!'

'We'd be helping each other through, Fran...'

'Tom... Tom...' she murmured helplessly as she felt herself tumbling into the maelstrom of competing emotions; those of restraint and concession. Their tempestuous rut of earlier in the evening now had her feeling uncertain; of not wishing to prevent him from taking her; from them sharing moments of passionate loving that was so destructive of the order in their lives; what had passed for that.

She stood naked before him once more and gazed at Tom as she tripped off his T-shirt and then pushed his pyjama pants down to the floor.

'Tom... oh Tom.' She had reached out to touch him and grasp that thick length of erect flesh, to stroke and gently tug on it.

'Fran... Fran, you can see and feel how it is for me to be with you and see you like this.'

'Come to me... let me take you in me again!'

She fell back on the bed, and Tom gazed down wonderingly at her breasts, so full and round, and he bent to kiss their tips and felt Fran's hands guide him in his claims upon them. She caressed his hips with her thighs and clung to him, breathing in their shared heat and the musky aroma of the sex that had been shared. Wayward pleasure had been found through evil acts, not excused by the wish to offer him some comfort.

Tom's weight bore down upon her, and he pushed on her thighs to have her spread them wider before he slowly thrust into her warmth, Fran's muscles soon clamping on his questing prick. He proceeded slowly and judged whether what she had told him were just words to delay the inevitable and what her horny lover, her son-i-law, needed from her.

She gripped his hips to slow his sinuous movements as he moved to coax her into abandoning any thoughts of stopping what he was doing, and to succumb to the slow rise of pleasure, and unquenchable yearning, that his ways in her had again aroused.

'You want me, don't you? Say it!' Tom kissed and caressed her, slowly moving to probe deep within her, and she struggled to resist his ways.

'Yes, I want you... now, then we must stop!'

Tom might sense that her restrained responses still suggested a wish to love him again. Her son-in-law was in her and all that had to happen was for her to concede and a tempestuous fuck, for there was no other word to describe what they had already shared, could be pursued once more.

She slowed him still further in his ways, yet felt the flare of unbearable yearning for him, how his gorged penis filled and stretched her, caressed the walls of her moist heat as he gave her time to accept what would happen again.

'Please, Tom!' she gasped, pushing feebly on his hips, her feet thrashing on the bed as his moves slowly increased in tempo, his long strokes followed by a rush of quickening strokes, then easing back to slow, rhythmic thrusts as Tom kissed her into silence, then claimed her breasts in his mouth as the tip of his arcing penis caressed her opening; teased her with its slippery length before he thrust in without restraint until he could go no further and they fucked.

It's so good with you... so good," he said on panted breaths as he felt Fran's arms wrapped around his neck and her soft thighs caressing his body as she kept him deep inside her body, the sounds of his flesh meeting hers reaching them.

'Tom!' she yelped on knowing that she'd lost it, that she was helpless in restraining him or stopping their wild rut. She did not struggle and, instead, chose to lie still on the bed. Her legs were spread wide, her knees up to her shoulders, and he gave her no chance to lower them.

'You feel so good in how we are together, and we'll find a way through these times.'

He wanted her to close around him and to work him; to bring him on and for him to take her body, to feel her legs and arms wrapped around him as he brought the wildest of comfort to her and pursued reckless pleasure with the woman that she had become to him.

She couldn't control what was happening or her responses to all that she knew would follow.

'You... you just spear me! You just spear me with that penis of yours! Let me feel it... let me know that you love me in what you ask of me!' she cried out, his movements arousing wild responses as she tried not to claw at his skin but to embrace him as her hips again bucked and twisted to heighten the pleasure they sought to discover and sustain.

They provoked her to clamp on his prick and to tug; to enfold all that he slammed into her and to respond as if she'd tear it from him, her practised movements making him gasp, or to silence his cries against her breasts. The bed slammed against the wall, but they thought it of no consequence. No one would hear the noise they made, their calls and the rhythmic creaking of the bed an accompaniment to their soaring need to be feverishly joined like this.

'Do you still want me to stop loving you, my beautifully passionate woman, Fran?'

She felt as if she had become someone else as Tom stared at her, smiling, knowing the effect his big cock had on his passionate yet neglected mother-in-law until he had stepped in to help her. He lay flat on her naked body, crushing her breasts under his chest. Fran waited anxiously, then felt him move to thrust his prick deep, all the way into her, stretching and easing, rolling from side to side in his desire to caress all of her moist and slicked haven.

Fran groaned. 'Hm... ugh! Oh, Tom, what have you brought on me?'

'Love of a different and forbidden kind!'

The wonderful, full-breasted woman with her beguiling ways caressed his body with her warm thighs and revealed herself for the passionate woman that he knew her to be and to a wayward and lustful young man. They had taken to each other and now they were humping in rhythmic unison, their bellies slapping together and the bedsprings squeaking as they fucked feverishly and hungrily.

'Do you still want me to stop, Fran? Well, do you?'

Fran responded by twisting him around, surprising him with her strength, and pushing him onto his back. Now she was on top, her knees planted on the bed to either side of his hips, where she could control the speed and energy of their desperate and destructive union.

Fran gripped his shoulders, her breasts with their hard, proud nipples swaying heavily over his chest. Her face was flushed and contorted, a mask of uncontrollable passion to be seen, her gasps of effort and moans of pleasure becoming one.

'The last time... this is the last time you have me... or I have you!' she yelled, wiggling and humping her ass down again on him, shuddering as she slammed back into her ragingly tight pussy, his penis moving like a piston in its well-oiled sleeve. 'Fuck me,' she gasped, unaware of the words she now uttered. 'Fuck me, Tom! Please, please, please, my darling boy... let me remember this... the comfort you brought.'

They were loving in rhythmic unison, Fran groaning and her sharp sighs announcing that she felt herself drawing closer to an orgasm that would waste her, take them to a place they had discovered before, during every night since Fran had gone into the hospital.

'I'm yours, this one and last time, darling, Tom!'

'Then it's back to how it was?'

'Never, you should know we have gone way beyond that!'

She bounced on his cock and rode him. She could feel Tom's penis him deep inside her as she fucked him hard and fast, her hips rocking forward and back, her breasts swaying and jerking. Tom was amazed at the change in her, Fran's demonic behaviour. He loved it and gripped her hips to set the frenzied pace, clamping his belly muscles to hold back the urge to ejaculate and to end the raging pleasure that he felt because of what she did and who Fran was to him.

'Oh. You're so darned hard! I love your cock inside me... Tom... Tom! Go on, give it to me! Fuck me... fuck me... go, yes there, find me.

Fran felt a violent orgasm welling up in her body. Rampant pleasure had again been seduced from him, and she knew that Tom was close, the grip of his hands on her hips keeping him so deep as she moved to keep him buried within her wet heat. She gushed, felt the moisture on the fingers that she trailed over her pussy's lips and that poked at the base of his shaft, each prick of her nail tips making him shudder as she was pulled down onto him.

'Love me... keep on loving me and my body! I'm... I'm coming!' Fran's fingers pressed into his chest, and she hung her head in pleasure, attempting to meet his energetic movements as he thrust viciously into her. 'I'm cumming... I don't care if you're there or not! Sorry... but you've got me there, again.'

'And you've done it for me," he answered on a sharp intake of breath before gasping.

Tom lifted his hips off the bed, thrust his prick into her, and burst in searing bolts of semen and quickening rushes; jerked and spurted his seed into her body as he pulled Fran down onto him. She shuddered, her squeals of delight and dismay silenced as he kissed her deeply and lustfully, his hands clamping her breasts and squeezing until she had to jerk away.

The rushes of pain in her nipples matched the raging pleasure in her body that had been discovered and then shared.

She had been pursued and had succumbed. Now she felt a deep and sensual shiver course through her body as he continued to ejaculate, to expel clammy bolts of his semen from his thrusting penis deep into her pussy. He kept on jerking as one pulse of vitality followed quickly on another, his gasps for breath met by her clawing embrace on his neck, the clamp of her legs on his hips, and then her kisses.

'Tom! What now?'

She squealed in dismay and delight as they rolled over and she could wrap her legs around his waist before they slid down his thighs, and she locked them behind his knees and kept him to her. She had felt vulnerable. Now she was triumphant to have shared in it. The hours of the night had all been loved away.

'I can't get enough of you... of what we have done. I've been through some crazy times with Jenny... but you know that, don't you?'

'Yes, but what madness... what utter madness this has become!'

She had thought of nothing else and had squealed as she felt the spurted loads of his sperm slick the walls of her pussy as they closed around him and she moved to drain him of all that he brought, his groans of deep pleasure matched by her snatched breaths as she too climaxed again and again, her senses overwhelmed by pleasure. She should not have conceded, allowed him to pursue her, but she could not resist sharing in it all with him. A younger man's lustful claims had taken and then wrapped her in moments of forbidden magic.

She whispered endearments and saw his hooded look as he basked in the pleasure she had bestowed on him. Talking of ending their affair was the easier part of their lives together, and that his work and Jenny's fragile state of mind could not interfere with.

Finally, exhausted from how they had loved, she moved away from him and could not prevent Tom from leaving their bed. 'You'll stay a while longer with me here, in bed, won't you?'

'Yeah, I don't want these moments with you to end.'

She didn't either, but she had soon realised, as they loved, that there were risks in all that they had discovered and then shared. She heard the power of his jetting stream as he pissed, the sound echoing in her en-suite bathroom. What a vigorous man he had shown himself to be, the thought now unsettling her as she realised that her body, at fifty years of age, had yet to show any signs of the menopause. His expertise in foreplay, his fingers and tongue working her so expertly, had made Tom's entry only too easy, and she had felt no dryness, just sublime pleasure. Now she had to confront the risks that had been taken whenever they had loved.

'Shall I bring you a flannel and towel?' he called out and breaking inter thoughts.

'No, I'll be with you!' she answered, his consideration touching her.

With her mind in a whirl, she rushed from their bed to be with him, to clean herself, and only then did she see the marks on her body, the pale red wheals on her breasts, her belly, and on the insides of her thighs. Most of all, she felt his semen slick her skin and how it matted her pubic hair.

'I want to keep on loving you,' she whispered, clinging to him and pressing her lips to the skin of his back. 'I'll never live this down or wipe it all from my memory, but we must stop being like this, my darling. We must... we have to try.'

She washed herself and met his look upon her as she did so, the unmistakable attraction to her that was to be seen in his eyes. He was in thrall to her and all that she brought to his sight and touch, and again with all that had been shared.

'And I don't know how I can live on after this unless we come to some arrangement, Fran, but I'm going to try. Until things settle between me and Jenny, let me see you... get together as we are now. I guess that it can't be any other way.'

'No, it can't.' Fran looked at him balefully. They could only ever be lovers, an unlikely and destructive match, nothing more.

Fran reached out and brushed her fingers over his chest. Her lover possessed such vitality in his slender body, his long penis hanging down and to be thought of as a disfiguring feature. She suppressed a shiver on thinking back on all that she had known of him and how her body and mind had been possessed.

She followed him to the bed and its rumpled sheet and duvet, the pillows thrown to the floor during their tempestuous riding and loving of each other.

'I won't stay,' he said, as she held her arms out to him after Tom had spread the duvet over her. 'I meant you no harm. I just wanted to love the woman you have always been to me. If you can, go to sleep now. I'm still close to you.'

'I know, and that matters to me now.'

They would have to find a way, and time, to make a space for each other in their lives, complicated as that was, already.

As her bedroom door was closed, and with the baby alarm hissing softly, she turned off he bedside light. Her fingers brushed down over her body, and she stroked her cleft as thoughts of Tom, her lover, rushed in once more like an unstoppable tide. Yes, she had been a comfort to him, but he had found a place in her heart that she had not expected to be there in quite the way that it now was. She had remained silent but had witnessed the gradual unravelling of her daughter's relationship with Tom.

Now, she had a place in his life that should not have been found in the passionate ways that she had shared with him. The drift into sleep was interrupted by the soft chirruping of her iPhone.

It was a text message.

Tom was different when he called in to see me today, Mother. If he came onto you, just tell me how it ended. You've been through hell, and now I'm putting Tom through all of that too. We've all got to work through what's been happening and if he needs to let go, and I know the man that he can be, then I'd rather it was with someone I knew and who cares for him... almost as much as I do. Fran

♥