My Lover, Her Mother, and Me

No sexual involvement with people under 18 is mentioned.

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I loved animals all my life. Each vacation, I begged Mom to let me go to my uncle's farm in Iowa and spend the time caring for his cows, pigs, horses, chickens, ducks, and of course, the 3 Australian Shepherd dogs. The need to be around animals never left me, and when I grew up, I became a veterinarian. I was originally from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and after receiving my degree, I chose to live on the city's north side, in an affluent suburb.

I settled on a simple routine, which included going to work each day until around 4 pm, returning home to change clothes, exercising for 1-2 hours in the gym and the swimming pool, having a ready made dinner, and then using my computer or watching TV until I went to sleep. Occasionally, I met some of my former school buddies, but mostly it happened on weekends. My connection with my parents was not that often: We zoomed for half an hour every Sunday morning, and about once a month, I visited them at home.

I cherished my independent life, and despite my parents' hints, the idea of getting married never crossed my mind, even in my late 30s. I was a free flying butterfly. I inherited good genes: I was 6'1", 182 pounds, fairly muscular, with dark hair, and according to girls I dated over the years, I was a real catch. I guess it wasn't only my looks, but my profession as well.

Until I turned 40, I had 4 girlfriends/lovers, whom I dated for more than a year, and multiple others I had casual sex with.

...

One day, A young lady came to our facility with an Australian Shepherd puppy. He was very cute. He limped and whined. The woman seemed distraught and said, "Rocky ran around and slipped into a hole. I pulled him out and saw him wobbling. I hope he didn't break his leg."

I checked the leg motion in each direction, and there was no sign of a fracture, but there was a large bruise with dried blood on it. I smiled at the owner, "I don't think the leg is broken, but to be on the safe side, let me X-ray it. The images showed no fracture. I cleaned and bandaged the leg, reassured the lady that everything would be as good as new in a couple of days.

As I took care of the puppy, from the corner of my eye, I noticed the woman was staring at me nonstop. Not at my hands, which treated her dog, but at my face. I assumed she was still in shock, as a result of watching her pup suffer.

When I finished, I grinned at her, "Ma'am, your puppy is fine. He suffered a superficial lesion, which I took care of. If he tries to remove the bandage early, better place a plastic cone around his neck. Otherwise, he should be fine. By the way, my favorite dog breed is the Australian Shepherd."

She smiled at me. Now that she was smiling and less worried, her face looked rather pretty. She introduced herself, "Doctor, my name is Eva. Thank you for helping with Rocky. Do you mind if I come again in a few days to check that everything recovered properly?"

"No problem. It shouldn't take long. Any day at 4 pm is fine."

Two days later, as I was ready to leave, I noticed Eva at the front door with Rocky. She smiled, "I hope I am not interrupting something important. I brought my baby to ensure he was all right."

The dog walked normally, and even attempted to jump to catch a fly. He seemed happy and wiggled his tail when he saw me. I checked the paw. It looked clean and healthy.

I said, "Eva, your pup is as good as new."

She had a broad smile, "Doctor, you are an angel. How much do I owe you for today's visit?"

"Nothing. It was very short, and it was a pleasure seeing you two healthy and cheerful."

"I cannot accept it. I'll feel bad if I cannot compensate you for the unscheduled appointment. Will you at least let me invite you for dinner at your favorite restaurant?"

I glanced at Eva. She was young, tall, with an athletic build, and good looking. "OK, but we'll split the bill."

Eva chuckled, "I thought the dinner was for compensating you, but if you pay for your meal, it will look more like a date."

I joked, "Lady, I am so much older than you, that if people presume it was a date, I'll be flattered."

She seemed surprised, "Really? You are handsome and look in your early 30s."

"I'll be 40 in 3 months. How old are you, if I may ask?"

"You look terrific for your age, and in any case, age never entered my calculation as to who I dated. And I am 26."

"Eva, do you like seafood?"

"I love good fish, lobster, and clams. Can we meet on Thursday evening for dinner?"

"I'll reserve a table for 2 at the Harbor House. Would you like to drive there yourself, or you prefer I pick you up from your house?"

"I'll meet you at the restaurant. Just text me the time to be there."

Eva gave me her phone number and walked away. From the back, her figure was as pleasing to the eye as her front. And her walk... it was more sashay than a simple walk. I wondered if it was her natural walk, or if she guessed I'd ogle her behind and did it on purpose.

...

I arrived at the restaurant 5 minutes early and was led to a nice table by the window. Eva came a couple of minutes later, dressed in a sexy short, cream-colored dress with ample cleavage and high heeled shoes. From a distance, her figure looked amazing. The closer she came, I noticed that her face was pretty, and the red lipstick complemented it perfectly.

As she approached the table, I stood up, helped her sit, and mumbled, "Eva, you look smashing. Seeing you like that, I wish I were 10 years younger."

She grinned and placed her palm on mine, "Your age doesn't matter to me."

The waiter came by shortly after we sat down. Eva chose the Mahi Mahi, and I ordered the Grouper. A bottle of Sauvignon Blanc arrived soon too. While waiting for our food, I learned that Eva worked in an apparel shop, and liked Italian films, travelling, and paintings by famous Impressionists. Since my hobbies included watching sports on TV, photography, and travelling, the latter was the only common denominator, except for our shared love for dogs. During the dinner, we chatted mostly about the destinations we wished to see. We both agreed on Greece, Chile, and Japan. Time passed fast, and we seemed to have good chemistry.

Before leaving, I asked her if she cared to meet again. She smiled at me, "Mark, I'd love to."

...

Two evenings later, we met at the entrance to Eva's favorite local park. She had on a short skirt, a summer thin blouse, and open sandals. Her hair was arranged in a ponytail. She looked at least 10 years younger than her chronological age. Her enthusiastic behavior at the park also fit a teenager. She pulled my hand to run WITH her and later chase her. Her laugh was contagious. I enjoyed her cheerful mood.

There was one issue that bothered me: Until that time, all the ladies I dated were MUCH older. In fact, except for a woman who was my age, all the others were older than me. They were attractive, but much older than Eva. Call it a mature woman's fetish or not willing to confront younger females who wish to get married; the fact was that I NEVER dated a woman less than 35 years of age.

But despite her young age and demeanor, Eva tempted me. Her sensual smile, shining eyes, and desired figure persuaded me to abandon my dating habit. After 2 hours of strolling, running, and playing like 2 children, we sat on a shady bench by the pond to watch the fowl. Eva leaned her head on my chest, wrapped my hand around her shoulder, and said in a spoiled child's voice, "It is so fun to be with you. I wish to spend more time with you."

"Where would you like us to go next time?"

She turned her head to me and mumbled, "To bed..."

I was stunned. I expected a prolonged knowing-each-other period before the subject of sex would come up in conversation. I smiled, "Lady, you are very sexy, but isn't it a little bit too early? We hardly know each other."

She grinned, "Mark, I think you've noticed that I am a straight shooter. I know enough to feel I wish to have your body on mine in bed. But if you are a virgin or shy, I'll wait."

I giggled, "Neither one. I'd love to have sex with you."

She muttered, "You have no idea how horny I am right now. But I am too sweaty, and I promised my mother to be home in 40 minutes. Is meeting you Saturday morning at 10 at your house good for you?"

"If you change your mind, text me earlier; otherwise, I'll be waiting."

...

Saturday morning was rainy, and Eva arrived having on a long raincoat. I showed her my 3 bedroom house. It was quite new with a modern, large kitchen, 2 bathrooms, a nicely decorated living room, a balcony, and a basement with games and exercise equipment. Then we moved to my bedroom. I wouldn't say it was Spartan, but I've seen better looking. For me, the important feature was the king size bed.

Eva laughed, "A classic bachelor bedroom: A large comfortable bed in the middle with no attention to beddings, curtains, and other decorations."

I smiled, "If you don't like it, we can sit in the living room and chat."

She stared at me, "No, honey. I am in the mood to abuse your body, and anything but the bed is irrelevant at the moment."

Next, she removed her raincoat, and I realized that she was naked underneath. I ogled her breathtaking body unabashedly. Her medium size tits were perky and revealed stiff dark nipples which dared me to say anything but compliment them. My tongue got stuck in my mouth, but my pecker rose rapidly, creating an obvious tent in my pants. Eva chortled, "I see you like..."

I woke up, "The correct term is I LOVE what I see."

She sat on the bed's edge with her thighs slightly open, exposing a shaved cunt with cute pussy lips. She said, "Now that your eyes explored MY body, it's time to show me yours."

I undressed and stood before her. Her eyes inspected me up and down, pausing on my junk. Her hungry look raised my pole another notch. She licked her lips and blurted, "Did I hear you right that you are almost 40? Your body suggests otherwise. Come closer and let Mama have a taste of your awesome monster."

I approached her with my erect prick leading the way. Eva tenderly caressed my rod and murmured, "It feels nice and velvety on the outside, but it's steely hard inside. You don't mind if I taste it, do you?" And without waiting for an answer, she aimed the helmet at her lips and kissed it lightly. Then her lips spread wide and encompassed the spongy head. Her tongue licked the underside while she milked it. The sensation was fantastic. Her expertise told me it wasn't the first time she gave head. I was watching astonishingly how her oral cavity gradually accommodated all my 7" inside! Soon her lips began bobbing my member at an increasing rate. In a matter of minutes, I was aroused and ready to shoot my stuff. However, I preferred the first time to do it in her vagina, so, despite her attempt at latching on to my organ, I disengaged, parted her shapely legs, mounted them on my shoulders, and slowly penetrated her tight pussy. Fortunately, it was moist and ready.

I heard Eva whisper, "Oh, god... it feels perfect!"

I started ramming my tool into her vagina at an accelerating pace, kneading her swaying tits and then pinching lightly the pointy nipples. Her initial moans turned into whimpers and later into loud screams as her torso trembled erratically. I watched her undergo a powerful orgasm before my eyes and could not resist intensifying my pounding further. She blabbered half sentences, "Oh, my! It's soo gooood... I caan't."

I shifted to the highest gear, plowing her pussy relentlessly, twisting her nipples, and hissing in her ear, "Is this what the brat is interested in?"

She managed to mumble, "Yeeesss..."

I lasted 3 more minutes before flooding her cunt with my seed. When I was done, I rolled to her side and relaxed while ogling her heaving chest slowly resume normal respiration. I lay on my back and waited for her to open her eyes. With her eyes still tightly shut, Eva hugged me and whispered, "Mark, you were amazing. It was a great orgasm. Thank you."

I grinned, "It was all about you. Your terrific body was too tempting to make our first intercourse gentle and tender."

"I don't like it to be gentle. I like animalistic, wild action. This was just the way I like it. Next time, we can change position or location, but I want it done spontaneously and not boringly slowly. You should consider my emotions, but during sex, I want you to be a bull staring at a red flag!"

I traced her soft skin from her neck down. As I reached her vulva, Eva blurted, "You better stop if you don't want me to rape you!"

I chuckled and kissed her lips, "So you like sex, ha?"

"I like sex with YOU!"

...

In the next several weeks, we mostly met at my house. We spent time on chatting, watching TV, or going out, but sex occupied 80% of our time together. Eva loved EVERYTHING about our sexual encounters: Missionary, 69, doggy style, cowgirl, and 2 months later, after our first anal, that position as well.

I loved Eva's company outdoors as well as our sex, but... not much more. As long as we were busy in bed, being in a restaurant or movie, or talking up to half an hour, I was happy. But her addiction to social media and tendency to gossip were not helpful. Eva saw our relationship differently. It was noted in her eyes, and she herself said that she fell in love with me.

I recall the first time she invited me to her house for dinner. That was the time I found out that her father had died years ago after a fatal car accident. When I arrived at Eva's house, I knew very little about her mother except that she looked different and had become very quiet since her husband died.

I shaved, showered, dressed nicely, and arrived on time at their front door. Eva opened it for me and smiled, "You look delicious. May I eat you?"

I grinned, "Maybe later."

She introduced me to her mother, "Mom, this is Mark, the veterinarian who treated Rocky. I like him, so be nice to him."

The mother was close to 50, shorter than her daughter, and more voluptuous. She had some wrinkles near her eyes, but her face was cute with large eyes, a tiny straight nose, and full lips. Her dirty blonde hair was shorter than Eva's and framed her round face beautifully. I handed her the bouquet of colorful flowers I bought on the way and said, "Ronda, your daughter told me you were a good mother, but she never divulged that you looked great."

Ronda gazed at her daughter with a mischievous smile, "Honey, you told me a little about Mark, but you never mentioned his eyesight was less than perfect..."

Eva chortled, "Mom, he is genuinely a good guy. On occasions, he exaggerates, but I agree with him that you look very good for your age."

I mumbled, "For ANY age..."

Ronda grinned, "A true gentleman."

The dinner had an Italian theme: Minestrone, Florentine butter chicken with pasta, and Italian gelato. I love Italian food, and the way the mother made it was very tasty. I smiled and commented, "I like Italian meals, but yours was exceptional." She blushed. The reddish face made her look even cuter.

After the meal, Eva and I went to her room, which was on the other side of the house. As we entered the room, Eva jumped on me, "During dinner, your face showed so much pleasure, that watching it aroused me. Fuck me!"

I laughed, "You've changed a lot since the first time I met you. These days, you have only sex on your mind."

"Don't you like playing with my body?"

"Of course I do, but it amazes me to find somebody who is so obsessed with it."

"Mark, you talk too much. I need to feel you in my pussy."

"Stay dressed, remove your panties, get on the carpet, and spread your legs wide. A slut like you does not deserve a comfortable bed."

Eva giggled, "That's how I like you; being my Master who assumes control and takes me by force."

Minutes later, we were entangled in a convoluted mess of hands, legs, tits, and hair, as my cock devoured her cunt mercilessly. Her screams were deafening, and I had no doubt her mother could hear us, although she didn't remark about it.

Most of our sexual escapades were done in my house. One evening, Eva made dinner in my kitchen. She put a plate on the table before me and said seductively, "Honey, today is our 6 months together, so I thought we should both have our favorite fun: I made you the lasagna you like, and while you savor it, I'll eat you..." Next, she crawled under the table, unzipped my fly, and began blowing me. As I munched on the delicious meal, I prepared for a happy ending. Suddenly, Eva's phone rang. She continued bobbing me, pulled the phone from her pocket, and while still having my tumescent organ in her mouth, she mumbled, "Hi Moom. Anythiing urgeeent?"

I heard Ronda chuckling, "You sound funny. Are you in the middle of dinner?"

"Mark is. I am busy eating him..." Ronda laughed, "Geez, daughter, too much information."

Eva blabbered, "Let meee finish him off aand I'll call you laaater."

When I finished both my meal and dumping my load deep in her throat, Eva phoned her mother, "OK, Mom, now that both Mark and I have had our fill, is everything all right with you?"

Ronda: "Nothing important. I just heard that Melany got 2 new puppies. Children, enjoy your time together, and we'll talk when you are home."

Eva and I continued dating for almost 2 years. The sex was very good, but Eva seemed more clingy. One evening, she confronted me, "We are not getting any younger. We like and perhaps even love each other. Don't you wish to get married?"

I didn't want to hurt Eva, so I attempted to sound diplomatic, "I am very fond of you, and our intimate moments are phenomenal, but I'd rather not have children. The pets I treat every day ARE my children, so why do we need a certificate to be happy?"

Eva stared at me for a long moment and remained silent. She hadn't mentioned the subject again until 5 months later. After a highly satisfactory roll in the hay, she announced, "Honey, I decided to accept Roger's proposal. He was chasing me for a long time. I hoped to be married to you, but you are not interested, so tomorrow I'll tell him I agree. Any last moment change of mind?"

"Eva, I'll miss you dearly. Congratulations."

Before that evening, Ronda, who knew nothing about her daughter's plans, invited me to a barbecue lunch the following Saturday. I wasn't in the mood, but didn't want to let my feelings take over, and chose to show up.

When Ronda greeted me, it was obvious she had found out the news. The way she looked at me was a mixture of affection, sorrow, and pity. She blurted, "I am sorry that Eva and you are no longer an item. She just told me that Roger's boss offered him to be the manager at their branch in Atlanta. They think it's a great opportunity, and will likely move after the wedding."

Roger arrived 15 minutes later and apologized that he got stuck due to an emergency. His appearance was impressive, and his manners flawless. I understood Eva's choice. After 2 hours of eating and trying to conduct decent conversation, I left their house for the last time. I kissed Eva's cheek, congratulating her again, and did the same with Ronda, telling her I hoped to see her in the future. She just smiled.

...

Two months later, I saw Ronda's and Rocky's names on my patients' list. They were scheduled for 12 noon. As they entered, I kissed Ronda's cheek, and Rocky jumped on my lap.

I asked, "Before we talk about Rocky, how is the young couple doing?"

She hesitated, "I think they are OK. The wedding is coming soon, and they are working on moving to Georgia." For some reason, Ronda's expression was less enthusiastic than I thought it would be, but whatever.

"So what is the issue with Rocky?"

"He is healthy, but I've heard on the news that there are worms that attack dogs, and I wanted to know if there was something I should be doing to ensure my doggy is fine."

"I am surprised that Eva didn't discuss it with you. There are several types of worms that are known to attack dogs. My recommendation is to use PetArmor 7-way De-wormer. These are tablets to take once a month. Anyway, how are YOU doing these days?"

She had a bitter smile, "Since Eva left, the house is quieter..."

I got the impression Ronda was lonely, but was reluctant to say it.

I blurted, "Ronda, I am sure YOU have many friends who love your company, but since Eva deserted me, would you consider going with me to the movies?"

Her eyes brightened, "I'd like that, but if you feel lonely, shouldn't you invite a younger lady to go out with?"

"First, I know you and like YOU already. Second, I have always been attracted to mature ladies. Eva was an exception."

Her face was flushed, "You are funny, but a true gentleman."

The following evening, I picked Ronda up from her house. She wore a short black dress. It wasn't a low cut, but her ample breasts pushed forward the upper part of her dress, emphasizing the size of her orbs. I was thinking that until then, during the whole time, my eyes focused on the daughter while her mother was no less sexy!

I blurted, "Ronda, I haven't seen you in an evening dress before. You look gorgeous. It's not fair, everywhere we go, people will be ogling you, and soon you'll forget I am with you."

She joked, "If you treat me right, I may remember you."

I took her hand in mine and said, "Like that, other men will know you are mine."

She laughed, "Mark, you are so ridiculous; trying to persuade a 50 year old she is a queen."

"Ronda, I mentioned it before; chronological age does not matter. The way you look, the way you walk, and your facial expression make all the difference in the world. I assume most men will agree with me."

"I don't get it. Why do you make such an effort to flirt with me?"

"It's no effort, and the reason is simple: I find you VERY attractive. Until now, I was involved with your daughter while you were her mother. But now I see how much I missed all this time..."

She gazed into my eyes, likely checking I was not joking or cynical. But I wasn't.

She mumbled, "Look who's talking. A much younger, handsome stud finds ME attractive..."

As we sat down, I confessed I didn't know what the movie was about. She said it was a crime drama that somebody recommended.

When the lights went off, Ronda placed her palm on mine and said, "Mark, I know you invited me to see a movie because you felt I was lonely. Thank you."

I grabbed her palm in mine and said, "I repeat: Lonely, shmonely. I find you a sexy woman. Will you stop underestimating yourself?"

She stayed mum and leaned lightly on my shoulder. During the movie, a couple of times when tense moments appeared on the screen, she squeezed my palm. The first time it happened, I squeezed hers mildly as well. But the second time she did it, I raised her hand and kissed it.

She glanced at me but said nothing.

When the movie was over and we entered the car, she said, "You behaved weirdly in the theater. What is going on?"

I eyed her and said, "Ronda, I just realized I like you more than I thought before, but don't worry. Once you get home, I'll drive away and not bother you again."

The rest of the drive, we did not talk. When we arrived at her house, she remained sitting and looked down. I came out and opened her door. She glanced at me and mumbled, "Mark, I don't want you to leave. Come inside and let's talk about it."

I followed her to the living room, and she made tea for both of us. Then she sat by my side and asked, "Mark, be honest with me. What do you REALLY want?"

"I am fond of you and think that you are very desirable."

"Are you trying to say you wish to date me?!..."

"Yes, I do."

"You dated my daughter, and now her mother is on your agenda?"

"Ronda, I'll never impose myself on you, but if I could get my wish, the answer is YES!"

She whispered, "I also find you very appealing, but having an affair with you sounds too bizarre to be successful."

"Why?"

"Because you are 10 years younger, and the romance you had with my daughter just ended."

"Ronda dear, life is short. Why don't you ignore the background noise and think about the important things in life? The only relevant question is whether we have good chemistry and wish to explore the possibility of spending time together. If the answer is yes, it means nothing if in the past I dated the queen of England, Angelina Jolie, or Eva. And it's the same for me: Since I find you a perfect mate, I don't care if previously you were married to black basketball player, a white junky, or a Chinese astronaut. Look, I understand my sudden move put you in an awkward situation, so I'll go back home now. Think about it. If you find my offer worth trying, let me know." I kissed her cheek and left soon after.

...

For 3 weeks, I heard nothing from Ronda. I was ready to give up. Then, one morning, I got a phone call at work. It was Ronda, "Mark, Rocky ran into a ditch and started limping again. I thought it would go away, but looking at the leg now, I suspect it's infected."

"Come now, and I'll take a look at it."

She arrived 15 minutes later with Rocky in her arms. He seemed hurt. I placed him on the table and said to her, "He is about 55 pounds. Why didn't you call me to help you carry him from the car?"

"He looked so miserable that I didn't think about it. Please tell me everything will be OK."

I checked the leg. Ronda was right. Rocky must have cut his paw on something a few days ago, and without treating it immediately, the whole area was swollen and sensitive. The touch suggested an abscess. I told Ronda to stay put and took Rocky to another room. Using a tiny needle, I numbed the area and then drained the pus. I bandaged the lower part of his foot and gave him an e-collar to prevent messing with the leg.

I returned to Ronda. She saw Rocky limping on his leg with a big dressing on and had tears in her eyes. I caressed her arm, "It looks worse than it is. It got infected, but everything is OK now. Keep the dressing on for 2-3 days, and come back here. I think Rocky will be much improved, but I want to be sure."

She murmured, "Mark, you are too nice to me."

"Trust me, it was nothing. In the past, you were very nice to me too."

She hesitated, as if thinking to say something, but decided not to do it and left.

Two days later, Ronda brought Rocky again. Her happy dog ran to me and licked my face. I joked, "At least somebody in your family likes me."

She blushed profusely and mumbled, "Rocky is doing well. I... thought about your offer. Is it still on the table?"

"Absolutely!"

"Are you sure?"

I bent down and kissed lightly her lips, "Does this answer your question?"

"Will you come to my house tomorrow evening? But please, be patient with me. The last time I dated somebody was many years ago."

"I promise to behave." She had a strange smile, and then she drove away.

...

The next evening I arrived, bringing Neuhaus chocolates with me. Ronda opened the door, dressed in a short red dress with a plunging neckline. The ample cleavage didn't leave much room for a bra. My pole became stiff before I handed her the chocolates.

I came toward her and saw her gazing at me lovingly. I hugged her gently, kissed her lips, and said, "I think you'd better put the chocolates somewhere before they melt." Ronda placed the box on the table and ogled my face.

I blurted, "Ronda dear, I am very tempted to do bad things to you. If you continue looking at me this way, my cortical control will diminish and my midsection will take over..."

She chortled, "Would you be a dear and pour us from the Chardonnay I left on the table? I am very nervous, and it might help."

I poured 2 glasses and said cheers. Ronda chugged the wine and gave me 'the look' again. I sighed, "You leave me no option." I lifted her chin and kissed her lips. They parted under mine and allowed me to insert my tongue into her warm mouth. She smelled and tasted amazing.

My resistance to taking it to the next level was fading rapidly. I whispered in her ear, "Lady, I am tempted to take you to bed. Tell me if it's too early for you."

She murmured, "I am scared, but I want it too. Do you mind if we do it in the dark? I am afraid that once you see me naked, you'll lose it..."

"Ronda darling, tonight you are the boss. I'll do whatever you wish."

She had a smile of relief, "Thank you. I'll go to my bedroom first and get into bed. You'll join me 10 minutes later, but please, do not turn on the light."

The ten minutes felt like an hour. My cock was pressing against the fronts of my pants, aching to get into action. When the time was right, I opened her door. It was pitch black. I could barely see the bed location. I undressed quickly and entered the bed, hoping my head was in the right direction.

Two seconds later, I felt Ronda's tiny, warm hand reaching for mine. I closed the distance between us, found her face in the dark, and French kissed her again. Her body moved in my direction and her large tits pressed against my chest. I whispered, "Your breasts feel great. Last night, I dreamed about being lucky and getting to touch them." She chuckled, "Luck has nothing to do with it. They are yours." I cupped her left one, feeling it to be somewhat firm and with an erect nipple. I tweaked it and she groaned, "Oh, my... I wasn't touched like that for too long." I leaned on her chest, licked the hard nipple, and then milked it gently. She moaned, and her hand began trailing my body. She felt my pectorals and slowly moved down to my flat tummy, and there she met my stiff pecker.

Ronda's soft hand caressed my raging rod, and she sighed, "You are rock hard. I am also extremely wet. I think I am ready..."

"May I eat you first?"

"Please don't. I want to feel you inside me."

I gingerly spread her legs apart, and slowly advanced into her moist pussy. Initially, she gasped, but then her breathing became fast and shallow, accelerating further the deeper I penetrated. I started thrusting into her hungry cunt and was able to do it 10 times before she began losing it. Her body quivered under me, and her fingernails dug into my skin as she whimpered quietly. I kneaded both her boobs harder, and her body shuddered uncontrollably.

I loved watching her climax while my fingers massaged her enormous mounds and my cock relentlessly drilled into her.

I continued for 10 minutes before sensing I was about to cum as well. By now, Ronda seemed out of it, mumbling unintelligible words, and shaking like a leaf in the wind. I rammed her used pussy forcefully several more times, and erupted deep in her vagina with a loud growl. I felt my sperm being spit one jet after another.

When my slimy goo began diminishing, I moved to her side and attempted to recover, breathing hard. Ronda opened her eyes 15 minutes later. She hugged me, "You controlled my body like nobody before. I wanted to do things, but I was not in control of my body. I could only enjoy the feeling of heaven. Thank you, Mark."

I hugged her but complained, "Ronda, I love to spend time with you, but I have a problem: Each time I am TOO close to your body and your gorgeous tits crush against my chest, I start having a VERY HARD problem..."

She giggled, "That is nice to know. So from now on, whenever I feel the urge to have sex with you, I'll hug you."

I whined, "You are unfair... what happens when I am in the mood?"

"Come behind me and grind your stiffy in my butt. I think I'll get your hint."

"You mean like that?" I turned her onto her tummy and poked her crack with my half-staffed member.

She laughed loudly, "You are already into using my body again? You know, one evening Eva and I got a little tipsy. She told me about your prowess in bed. Since that evening, each time I saw you, the first thing that crossed my mind was you in bed..."

"Shame on you. Is this a subject mother and daughter are supposed to talk about?"

"I don't know about others, but my daughter and I could talk about anything without feeling shame or guilt. Remember the time I talked to her on the phone while she gave you oral?..."

I smiled, "Yes, I recall. I was astonished she had no problem telling you that my dick was in her mouth..."

"I rest my case." Next, her fingers located my growing organ. She gave me a thorough hand job with her right and gingerly jiggled my testicles with her left. When my rod was fully engorged, she mounted me, sat on my vertically oriented member, and began riding me.

By that time my eyes got used to the dim light and her bouncing humongous boobs caught my eyes. I was mesmerized by their fullness and back and forth movements. I cupped them gently, feeling the heaviness, and started moving my pelvis up and down, countering HER action.

I heard her mutter, "I love this position. I can feel you all the way to my throat..." This time we continued for 20 minutes before cumming almost simultaneously.

...

My new intimate relationship with Ronda progressed in leaps and bounds. Her initial shyness had all but gone. When I asked her about the change, she said, "In my youth, I was not shy at all. My attitude was shared with Eva. It all changed after my husband's death. I closed myself mentally, and only my daughter was privy to my true character. You noticed it when we continued conversing during her BJ. With you giving me the confidence that I wasn't an old widow but a desirable woman, I am gradually getting to be ME again."

I joked, "Should I be afraid that now you'll boss me around?"

Ronda hugged me, "If you are nice to me and continue reminding me how sexy I am, I might consider taking it easy on you."

"Milady, when will I be allowed to taste your nectar again?"

Ronda giggled, "Honey, are you ever sated?"

"Not when I am around you."

"God, does your mind switch to think about other subjects?"

"Usually when I am at work, I focus on the animals I treat. By the way, I have many days I can take off, and would love to spend them with you. How about we go on a few day trip somewhere? Is there a destination you wish to visit?"

"There are too many, from Japan to South Africa, from Italy to Brazil, and of course, America's national parks."

"Let's start slow. Which national park would you like to start with?"

"California has several, so if we like a short travel, I'd prefer Redwood National Park or Joshua Tree National Park, but if you think another one is better, that is fine too."

"The weather is too hot for Joshua Tree, so Redwood it is. I'll find coverage at work, take a week off, and book us flights and a lodging place. I'll also rent a car and we will be able to drive and hike in the park. It reminds me; do you think we should tell Eva about our affair?"

"Of course. As I told you; I have no intention of hiding anything from her, the same way she talks to me freely about her and Roger. I didn't say anything yet because I was uncertain as to where our intimacy would take us. But now that I feel better about the future, I'll call her and thank her for testing my current lover..."

I laughed and kissed the tip of her nose, "You are so cute, but you have a deviant brain."

"Be careful, honcho, you don't want to alienate me because I can hit!"

"Will you hit me in bed, PLEEEASE..."

The next hour, we made love tenderly. Toward the end, Ronda pleaded with me to ravage her body. I obeyed. My strokes were powerful and rapid while my hands roughed her tits ruthlessly. She screamed for me to do it even harder. It was wild, animalistic, and violent. Both of us ended with red marks on our bodies, but the strong orgasms made it worthwhile. We got so tired, that we slept like babies afterwards.

The following afternoon, I returned home and saw Ronda baking a chocolate cake for me. I kissed her lips and asked her if she had talked to Eva yet about us. She said she tried, but Eva was out. She'd try later or the next day.

We had a cake and wine evening. Ronda wore a revealing negligee that made my blood boil. I told her that after we finish eating the cake, SHE would be my dessert. She chuckled, "I hoped you'd feel that way. You cannot see it, but trust me, my juices are leaking already."

I grinned, "And I thought I was the sex maniac."

"Big boy, you opened a Pandora's Box, so don't complain."

"Honey, I love to see you like that: Pretty, sexy, and ready for bed."

Twenty minutes later, we were naked in bed. I was pounding Ronda doggy style, having fun massaging a large breast with one hand and lightly tickling her clitty as her phone rang. I checked the screen and saw Eva's number. I was horny, and without thinking, gave the phone to Ronda and told her to answer. It caught Ronda moaning, but she took the phone and mumbled, "Hello, darling. Is everything OK?"

Eva chuckled, "Mom, you sound funny."

Ronda stuttered, "I triied to call you eearlier. Mark and I aare tooogether now."

"What do you mean 'together?"

"We haave an affair, aand right now, aas I talk to you, heee is pounding me froom behind..."

Eva giggled, "You two are having sex? I never in my wildest dreams thought it might happen. Good for you!"

"How aare you and Roger doooing?"

"I'll hang up now and call you in an hour."

When Eva hung up. I intensified my thrusts and whispered in Ronda's ear, "I loved fucking your pussy while you were talking to your daughter. It almost felt like she was here, watching us in the act."

Ronda mumbled, "Peervert, you'd like that, wooouldn't you? Having in the saame room your fooormer lover when your toool is drilling your current loover, her mooother..."

I continued ramming furiously her cunt and said, "Yes, honey, I would."

We both climaxed harder than ever before...

...

Somewhat after Ronda and I showered together, and we were sitting in front of the TV, watching a silly sitcom, Eva called again. Ronda left the phone on speaker.

While giggling, Ronda said, "You phoned us when we were in the middle of a pleasurable act, just like I caught you two having during an oral one."

Eva laughed hard, "I envy you guys."

Ronda asked, "Why? Isn't Roger giving you enough action?"

"Mom, Roger and I had sex a couple of times before our wedding night. He was gentle, patient, and considerate. It told me he was a good man, but I expected that later, his testosterone would overcome his 'nice personality', and he would CONQUER my body. Unfortunately, it never happened. Over the last few months, I found out that he liked vanilla-sex. Everything else, from doggy style to 69 and even cowgirl did not excite him. I attempted to increase his libido with barely-there lingerie and alcohol. One day, I even ground a Viagra tablet and put it in his drink, but despite his constant erection, his strokes were slow and monotonous. These days most of my orgasms I get using my Jack Rabbit."

"Honey, why do you stay with him? You are young, and giving up on good sex is too much."

"Because he is a good husband. He treats me graciously in public, he helps at home, he lets me do whatever I want, he is intelligent, funny, and brings tons of money home. His ONLY drawback is his sex drive."

Ronda said, "Good man or not, the situation is unacceptable. Come here for a couple of days, and the three of us will discuss it." She turned to me, "Mark, do you agree?"

I blurted, "Absolutely. This cannot continue. Spend time with us, and together we'll think of something."

(To be continued?)