Francesca

FRANCESCA

CHAPTER 1

Connor arrived at his parent's apartment in Boise on Saturday afternoon. He was home for about 4 months between freshman and sophomore years at Idaho State University. Connor is 20 years old, 5 ft. 10 inches tall, has brown hair and brown eyes, and is considered pretty hot by the girls at school. He is in good shape and plays on the football team.

Connor's mom and dad are Louise and Ralph. They are both 42. They met in college and married shortly after graduation. They prefer apartment living to owning a house. Ralph is a supervisor at a factory and Louise is a nurse. They also have a daughter, Joyce, who just graduated from high school.

When Connor got home the four of them had a little party to celebrate Connor's finishing his first year of college and Joyce graduating from high school. They talked and caught up with what was going on in each other's lives. The next day Connor visited a few of his old friends.

CHAPTER 2

Monday morning Ralph and Louise went to work. Joyce went out to put in a few applications for part time temporary work until she started school in September. She was going to attend Boise State University. Connor was home alone. After lunch he decided to go out and check out the new arcade he had heard about. On his way out he ran into Francesca, the lady who had lived with her husband one floor up from them for the last 3 years. They chatted for a few minutes and he went on his way.

The next day on his way out he ran into Francesca again. She was just coming in from shopping. He helped her with her bags. She asked if he'd like something to drink. He accepted a glass of lemonade and they talked a little while. He asked her how Raymond was. Raymond was her husband. She told him that she and Raymond had split up about 6 months ago. "Oh my God," he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. What happened? No. Sorry. That's none of my business. I shouldn't have asked."

"No. It's okay. I found out he was screwing around. With another man, of all things. I had no idea he was like that. We had a good sex life. He said that he loved me and wanted to stay married, but that he was bisexual and got something from a man that I couldn't give him. Anyway, I couldn't live with that. You know? Having to share? And I asked him to leave."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I always liked him. I liked you both. I always thought you were good people."

"Thank you. And I always thought you were a good kid. Or young man, I guess I should say. You're not a kid anymore."

That night Connor told his parents about his talk with her. They said that they knew about her and Raymond.

CHAPTER 3

That Saturday there was a knock on the door. Louise answered it. It was Francesca. After exchanging greetings and pleasantries Francesca asked if Connor was home. She said she was rearranging the apartment and wondered if he'd be willing to help move the couch and some other things. Louise called him from his room and told him what Francesca had asked. He said, "Sure. I'm not doing anything. I'd be glad to help."

On the way up to her place she said, "I'm sorry to bother you. But I don't have anybody else to ask. Well, I got friends. But they're all busy. It was just a spur of the moment decision to do this and they weren't available today. I mean, it could wait. But I've been thinking about it for a while and decided to do it. Thank you so much for being willing to help."

"Sure. No problem." It wasn't all that much to be moved. The couch, a chair, an end table, and a coffee table. She could have done it all except the couch maybe. They had a glass of lemonade afterwards and then she fed him lunch.

CHAPTER 4

That evening Connor was talking to his dad. Louise and Joyce were out shopping. "Dad," he said, "I think Francesca was coming on to me today when I was over there helping her."

"What do you mean?"

"I think she was trying to seduce me. I mean, it seemed that way. I didn't know what to do."

"Really!? What did she do? Or say?"

"Well, she didn't really say anything. It was just the way she acted, and the way she dressed."

"You're a lucky man. I'd jump on that in a heartbeat. If I wasn't married to your mother, that is. I mean, you know, if I was single. She's a good looking woman."

"Nice save, Dad. And yeah, she is pretty. But she's old."

"Hey. She's younger than me and I'm not old!"

"You know what I mean. She's like 40, you know? Anyway, I didn't know what I should do. Just leave? Or tell her I'm not interested? I don't want to hurt her feelings."

"Well. You're a free man. Not involved with anyone. And neither is she. Why not go for it?"

"I don't know. Like I said, she is pretty. And really nice. But what about the age difference?"

"Ever heard of a MILF? I know she's not a mother, but still. It might be a different story if you were in an actual relationship. But I think she's probably just looking for a 'romp in the hay'. I'd go for it if I was you. Tell me everything she did and said. Maybe I can tell you if it sounds like that's what she's after. Don't leave out anything."

Let me describe Francesca. She is 40. Italian. She speaks perfect English but has a definite Italian accent. She is 5 foot 6, weighs about 115, has long dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Her breasts aren't all that big, but they are nice sized, and her ass is quite nice also. She has long beautiful legs. She always dresses nicely and in a way that shows her assets. She is very attractive and knows it, without being arrogant or show-offish. She had always liked to dress to be seen.

"Okay. Well, we were moving the furniture and stuff. She kept touching me on the arm. Or my face. And every time we moved something she hugged me and said thank you. And she told me I had turned into a very handsome man. And that whoever landed me was a lucky girl."

"When she hugged you, did she rub up against you or anything?"

"Yeah. A little, I guess."

"What was she wearing?"

"She had on jeans and a shirt at first. But she said it was hot and changed into shorts and a tank top."

"What color were they? Were the jeans real tight? You know, like the ones that look like they were poured into them?"

"Yeah. The jeans were real tight. Her shirt was red. The shorts she changed into were real tight, too. They were white. The tank top was orange. And it was really low cut and showed a lot of boob. After she changed she spun around and asked how she looked."

"How about her hair? How did she wear it?"

"At first it just hung down loose. While we were working she tied it back in a ponytail."

"I see."

"And while we were moving stuff she kept bending over in front of me. And I already told you she kept touching my arm. Sometimes she used both hands to push my hair back, and squeezed my biceps and said how strong I was. You know, just flirty stuff. And when we sat down afterwards to have a glass of lemonade she sat right beside me and put her hand on my leg. That's why I thought she was coming on to me."

"Well, it does kind of sound like it."

"What should I do?"

"Like I said, there's nothing wrong in going for it. Neither one of you are attached. If you're interested, go for it. I certainly would. If I wasn't married, I mean. If you're not interested you can tell her or just avoid her if you're uncomfortable telling her. Just keep me posted if anything else happens."

"Okay."

CHAPTER 5

Tuesday evening Connor was coming in from visiting one of his friends about 5:30. He ran into Francesca coming in from work. She works at a doctor's office as a receptionist. She was carrying a couple of bags and he offered to help. She accepted the offer.

Later that night he told his dad that he had been over to Francesca's apartment again. "Oh yeah? Anything happen?"

"Yeah. Kinda. I mean, we didn't do anything. But she turned it up a notch."

"How so? And don't leave anything out."

"Well. I ran into her in the hall coming in from work and I offered to carry her bags. When we got to her apartment she asked if I wanted to sit down. I did and she got me a glass of tea while she put her stuff away. She was wearing a black and white dress. It was pretty short and when she bent over putting stuff in the fridge it rode up and I almost saw her underwear. And she stretched to put stuff in the cabinets and her dress pulled up. After she got the stuff put away she said she was going to change out of her work clothes. I told her she looked really nice in her dress. She thanked me and said to sit still and drink my tea while she changed. While she was saying that she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Just before she turned to go in and change the top of her dress dropped and I saw her bra. It was black and lacy."

"Uhh huhh. Uhh huhh. Go on. Tell me everything."

"She came back out in a pair of blue jean shorts. Cut-offs. Pretty short. Her ass cheeks were hanging out. She had a t-shirt on that was pretty tight. She sat down and had a glass of tea with me. I said that I guessed I should be going. But she said, "Aww. Do you have to? If you want to stay I'll make us some supper. It gets lonely here all by myself."

"So I said, "Yeah. I guess I can stay a while."

"She jumped up and hugged me and said, "Great! Thank you. What do you want to eat?" And she smiled and raised her eyebrows in a way that made me think she had a double meaning. Know what I mean?"

"Oh yeah. I know. What did you say?"

"I said anything is fine. Then I said, "Hey. I got an idea. Instead of cooking, why don't I order a pizza? My treat. Do you like pizza?"

"She said, "I love pizza. But you don't have to do that. I can fix something."

"I said, "I don't mind. You've been working all day. You don't need to cook tonight."

She said, "Okay. You order it and I'll get out some plates and forks and napkins."

"Then when we were eating our pizza she dropped some sauce on her t-shirt. She tried to wipe it off with a wet cloth but it didn't work. She said she'd have to change and put that shirt in to soak. She pulled it over her head and put it in the sink to soak. She just stood there in her bra like it was nothing."

"What color was it?"

"Baby blue. Her t-shirt was a light blue also. The one she changed into was pink. It was one of those crop tops. You know? The kind that leaves their belly bare? "

"Mmm Hmm."

"So. We finished our pizza and we both washed our plates and stuff. While we were doing that she bumped my hips with hers. Then she hugged me and thanked me for staying. When I sat back down she sat on my lap and hugged me again. For a long time. And said how glad she was to have me as a friend. Then she kissed my cheek. She didn't get up right away either. She stayed there and asked what I wanted to do. Watch TV? Or play cards? "Anything you want," she said."

"I said just watching TV was fine. Unless she wanted to do something else. Or needed to get to bed for work tomorrow. She said she doesn't go to bed until later. So we sat down to watch TV. She sat right beside me and leaned her head on my shoulder after a while. Then she laid her hand on my leg and said, "This is nice."

"I said, "Yeah, it is." Then when I was getting ready to leave she hugged me again and thanked me. Then she kissed me. On the lips. So what do you think all that means?"

"I think it means she's one hot, horny woman wanting some lovin'. If you don't do it, someone else will. What are your plans?"

"I don't know. She IS pretty. I'm thinking about it. I do get turned on around her. Do you think I should?"

"I think you're a fool if you don't. She's hot as hell! I wish I was in your shoes. If I was single like you, that is."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Let me know how it turns out."

"I will."

CHAPTER 6

Connor didn't see Francesca the rest of the week. He was out with friends most nights. He told them about Francesca. Some said they'd do a MILF in a heartbeat. Others said no way they'd do an old lady.

Sunday morning Connor came in the front door about 10 AM. His dad was sitting reading the paper. "Good morning, Son. Late night?"

"Yeah. I was at Francesca's."

"Do tell! All night?"

"Yeah."

"Alright! I gotta hear this!"

"Okay. Is Mom here? Or Joyce?"

"No. They went to church. So what happened?''

"You enjoy hearing about this, don't you?"

"Yeah. Actually, I do. Please give me every little detail."

"Okay. Here it is."

I was supposed to go to a concert with Marty. We've had tickets since June. But his uncle died and he couldn't go. Anyway, I ran into Francesca going out as I was coming in yesterday about lunchtime. We talked for a minute and she asked if I wanted to come up and play cards or something later. I told her I couldn't. That I was going to a concert. She asked who and when I told her she said she loved him but had never seen him live. I told her about Marty having to cancel and told her she could have his ticket if she wanted. She was overjoyed. She jumped up and down and hugged and kissed me and said she'd love to go. I picked her up at 6. The concert started at 7.

She dressed really nice. She wore a dark green, short skirt, and a lighter green, silky looking blouse. With black shoes and pantyhose. She did her hair in a kind of curly/wavy hairdo. She put on her make-up and smelled really nice. She was hot as hell. She looked more like 25 rather than 40. On the ride there I couldn't keep my eyes on the road. With those low bucket seats in my car her skirt rode way up and showed a lot of leg. Especially when I opened her door and she got in.

She caught me looking while I was driving and asked, "I'm sorry. Am I distracting you?"

"Yeah. Kinda," I told her.

"Good," she said. "It's flattering to know that a handsome young man likes what he sees."

At the concert she laid her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her shoulders. She put her hand on my leg and rubbed up and down. After a while I put my hand on her leg. I didn't move it. At first, anyway. But after a while I rubbed up and down just like she was doing to mine. The nylon of her pantyhose felt amazing. I don't know what it is about nylon that feels so good, but it certainly does on a woman's legs. A little later when I had my arm around her shoulders again my hand was hanging down right over her boob. I felt it under my hand and got excited but was afraid to try to feel it. I thought maybe I had been reading her wrong all along. So I didn't do anything.

On the ride home she had her hand on my leg again. Really, really close to my crotch.

"Did she touch your cock?"

"No, but I got a hard-on just from her hand being so close. And squeezing my inner thigh."

"Damn!"

"You really do enjoy hearing this, don't you? Living vicariously?"

"Yeah. I do. Now continue. And don't leave anything out."

Okay. Well, when we got home I went around to open her door again. When she got out her skirt rode way up and I saw her panties.

"Damn! What color were they?"

Green. A lighter shade than her dress. More like her blouse. I walked her to her door and she thanked me for taking her to the concert. She said she had a great time. Then she asked if I wanted to come in for a while. I said, "Sure, if I'm not keeping you up."

She said, "I'm way too pumped from the concert to go to bed yet. Come on in and we'll find something to do."

We sat down on the couch, kicked our shoes off, and talked about all our favorite songs we heard at the concert. She got up to get us something to drink. When she came back she sat on my lap. She hugged me and said, "Thank you so much for taking me to the concert. I had a great time." Then she kissed me. "Is that alright?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. I liked it," I told her. "And thank you for going with me. You are the perfect date."

Then she kissed me again. And held it. I knew then that I had not been misreading her. And I got into it. I kissed her back. I put my hand on the back of her head and buried it in her hair while we kissed. I felt her tongue touch my lips and I parted my lips and moved my tongue against hers. We made out like that for about 5 minutes. Then we broke apart and she said, "Wow! You're a good kisser."

I said, "Thanks. So are you. I don't think I ever enjoyed kissing anyone that much before."

Then we started kissing again. After a couple of minutes she said, "This blouse is really hot. It's polyester and you know how hot that gets. Help me?"

She started unbuttoning the top buttons and I undid the belt-like thing that was tied around her waist. She slid it back off of her shoulders and took it off. "Whew! Yeah. Much better", she said. All I could was stare at her sitting on my lap with her shirt off. Her bra was the same light green as her panties I had gotten a flash of earlier. It was real lacy and frilly. I didn't care about the age difference anymore. This lady was HOT!

So, we started kissing again. I was rubbing her bare back. Her skin is really smooth. And soft. I guess she got tired of waiting and she grabbed my hand and put it on her boob. I started squeezing it. She moaned against my mouth and I squeezed a little harder. She got her hands up under my shirt and was rubbing my chest. I worked my finger up under her bra and felt her nipple with my finger. It was hard. And she gasped. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. I helped and then took it off. She kissed my nipples, then raised up to kiss my lips again.

I went back to feeling her tits. She reached a hand up behind her and unhooked her bra and it fell away.

"Oh shit!" Ralph said. "Are they nice? Details.''

"Oh yeah. Perfect. A nice handful and a nice mouthful. They're as tan as the rest of her. She must go nude in the tanning booth. Her nipples were hard as rocks. Her areolas are about the size of a fifty cent piece and a little darker than her tits. Her nipples are so dark they're almost black. I got my hands on them and fondled and caressed them. They felt amazing. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and they got even harder. She pushed my face away from hers and down to her breasts. I went willingly. I kissed her neck and upper chest as I went down. I kissed all over her bare breasts before taking a nipple between my lips and sucking on it. When I bit down on it gently she squealed and pulled my head tighter against her, She really loves having her nipples sucked.

It was at this point that she slid her hand down between us and found my hard cock. She squeezed it through my slacks. I had worn khakis, thankfully. Looser fitting than my jeans. She squeezed and rubbed it while I sucked her tits. I put my hand on her leg and rubbed it from her knee to the hem of her skirt. Each time I slid it upwards I went a little farther, pushing her skirt up farther. It was already short so it didn't take much pushing to get it to her crotch.

"Oh fuck! You lucky bastard", Ralph said.

"Yeah. I know."

"Go on. More."

So. I was sucking her tits and put my fingers on the crotch of her panties. It felt hot. I rubbed one finger up and down a little. I heard her say, "Oh God!" I continued sucking her tits and rubbing her pussy through her panties and she scooted more towards my knees to give her more room to feel my cock. She worked my zipper down and tried to get her hand inside but couldn't. So she got up and unbuckled my belt and slacks and I raised my hips so she could take my pants off. I was wearing boxers and my hard cock popped out through the opening. She giggled at that and said, "Looks like somebody's ready."

I turned red and said, "Yeah, I guess so."

She leaned in and kissed me and stroked my cock with her hand. Then she said, "Mmm. That's a nice cock. Nice and big." Then she stood up and turned around. "Help me?" she asked.

I undid the clasp on the back of her skirt and slid the zipper down. It was kind of tight so I had to kind of work it down over her hips and ass. Her ass looked amazing in panties and pantyhose. I rubbed her ass a little bit and she leaned forward, pushing it back towards me. I think she really liked having her ass rubbed. Then I slid her pantyhose down and she reached down and pulled them off of her feet. Then all that was left was her panties. They were really sexy panties. Like I said, light green. Like lime green. They had bands of dark green lace around the waist and leg openings. I touched them on her ass cheeks and they felt like silk. I fondled and caressed her cheeks and she leaned forwards again, pushing her ass back towards me. I leaned in and kissed her ass through her panties. I ran my hands up and down her soft, silky smooth legs while I did. Her ass cheeks are well rounded. Not a bubble butt, but not flat either. It's perfect.

I pulled her panties down to just below her ass and kissed her bare cheeks. I ran my tongue up and down between them. She moaned, "Oh God yes! That feels wonderful."

Then I wanted to see the rest. I actually pulled her panties back up before turning her around. I wanted to uncover her again. From the front this time. I grasped her hips and turned her to face me. I looked up at her face. She had a big ole smile on her face and looked like she was enjoying what I was doing immensely. I know I was. She watched me as I reached up and caressed her tits. I slid my hand downwards, over her belly. I leaned in and kissed her belly, and lower. Then I took the top of her panties between my fingers and ever so slowly pulled them down.

As her pussy came into view.. "Is it alright if I use that word?"

"Oh yeah. Perfectly fine."

"Good." As her pussy came into view I saw that she was hairless. Nothing but bare lips. I saw moisture glistening on them. I pushed her panties to the floor and she stepped out of them. I rubbed her pussy with my fingers a little bit. Then I kissed her pussy and tasted her for the first time. God! She smelled good, and tasted even better. I licked up and down her lips and she held my face in against her and ground her pussy against my mouth.

After a minute she pushed me back and got on her knees. She pulled my boxers off and put her lips around my cock. I thought I would shoot my load immediately but was able to hold back. She played with my balls while she sucked me. I watched her head bobbing up and down, her hair tickling my thighs. I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long and I pulled her up off of my cock. She sat down on my lap facing me and guided my cock into her pussy. She was tighter than I would have expected. She was also wet, and hot. As she started moving up and down on my shaft I realized she was that tight because she has great muscle control. As she moved up and down she also squeezed with her pussy muscles. It felt amazing. I felt her tits and kissed her. I ran my hands all up and down her body and sucked her nipples again. She screamed and started cumming. I felt her hot juices running out around my cock and thrust upwards into her until I came, also. I shot my load into her hot, wet pussy and when she raised up off of me I was drenched with both our juices.

"Holy shit!!," Ralph said. "That's hot as hell. What happened then?"

She stood up and took my hand and pulled me up. She led me into her bedroom. She pushed me back onto her bed and laid on top of me. We started kissing and she rubbed her pussy back and forth over my cock, which had gotten soft. But it started growing again very quickly. She got on her knees and put her mouth on it again and sucked me until I was hard again. I maneuvered around and got my head between her legs and started eating her pussy. It was a hot, sticky mess, but it tasted wonderful. She blew me and fondled my balls while I licked, kissed, and ate her pussy. I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it like I had done to her nipples. She sat up, screamed, and came again. She rubbed her pussy all over my face while she gushed and I licked it all up.

Then she got on her knees beside me and turned her ass towards me. I got on my knees behind her and she reached back and guided my dick into her pussy. I started moving back and forth, working my dick in and out. She moved forwards and back in time with me. I reached forward and under her to squeeze her tits while I fucked her. She became quite vocal. "Oh my God YES! That's it. Just like that. Right there. Oh, Baby. Fuck me! YESS! Do me. Oh yeah!"

I brought my hand down to her pussy and found her clit with my fingers. When I started strumming it while I fucked her she screamed, "YESSS! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She came and milked my cock with her pussy muscles and I came also. Our intermingled juices ran down our thighs and onto the bed.

"Holy fuck! That is so fucking hot! You are one lucky son of a gun. That's one hell of a story." Ralph told his son.

"Oh. But that's not the end of it."

"What!!?"

No. We talked for a little while then went to sleep. I woke up this morning to her stroking my cock. It was already hard. She said, "Good morning, Stud. Ready to start the day?"

I said, "Oh yeah. That's a great way to start any day."

She stroked me for a minute and I ran my hands all over her body. And we kissed. I got up on my knees between her legs and she guided my cock into her. Her hair was all messed up from sleeping and fanned out around her head, and she looked beautiful. I just slowly stroked my cock in and out. She said, "You're right. This is a great way to start the day. She moved her hips around in time with me fucking her. Slow and sensual. I picked up the pace a little and watched her tits bounce around. She raised her legs up in the air and I held them there by her feet. She said, "Oh my God! That's feels so fucking amazing." Then she pushed me back away from her and told me to lay down. When I did she straddled me and sat down on my cock. She moved her hips back and forth, fucking me. I cupped her ass in my hands and watched her. She started moaning and sighing and said, "Yeah. So good. Sometimes slow and easy like this is better. I like it."

I said, "I like it, too. You are amazing and feel so good."

She rode me like that for a couple of minutes. Moaning and sighing and telling me how good it felt. Then she laid down on me and just raised her ass up and down. A couple of minutes later she sat up again and started going up and down. Then faster. She said, "I'm gonna cum in a minute. Are you ready?"

I told her I'd been ready. She smiled and squeezed my cock with her pussy while she fucked me. She put her hands on my chest and bounced up and down. "Oh God! I'm cumming!", she said. That was good because I couldn't hold out any longer. I let loose and came at the same time that she cried out and came, too. We laid there for a few minutes then got in the shower and washed each other. Then we fixed some breakfast and I came home. And I'm ready for a nice long nap.

"I bet you are. That was an amazing story. Nothing like that ever happened to me. Please tell me if anything else happens."

"I will. But you know I'll be leaving for school soon."

CHAPTER 7

Louise and Joyce came in from church shortly after Connor finished telling his dad about his adventure. Joyce said her friend Cassidy was picking her up and they were going to the mall for a couple of hours. Connor said he was going to take a long nap. After Joyce left and Connor was in bed Ralph said to Louise, "We seem to be all alone. What say we fool around a little bit?"

"What!? In the middle of the afternoon? What's gotten into you?"

"Oh. Nothing. I just want to make love to my beautiful wife. There's no set time for that, is there?"

"No. I guess not." She stepped into his arms, squeezed his cock and said, "I'm certainly not going to say no to such a handsome hunk as you."

After they had made love and were laying there talking Louise said, "Wow! You were a beast. I don't think you've ever been that passionate before. What got into you?"

"Nothing. You just looked so hot when you got back from church."