Message-ID: <7553eli$9801191720@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Gem*Boy Subject: Inamorata Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: gemboy@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34C3AB9B.2CC4@hotmail.com> Inamorata by -- Art Montage As I pulled around the corner, I noticed the familiar blue Honda Civic in my driveway. It was familiar but I was surprised to see it there. My sonıs girlfriends (or rather ex-girlfriend) car was a regular fixture in my drive way. I was a bit confused, to see Mora sitting in the car. I knew my son Dale ended their relationship a week ago, when he went back to college. When I parked my car next to the civic, the 18-year-old got out of her car and greeted me with a smile, but the redness of her eyes gave way her emotional state. ³Hi Mr. Salzburg,² she said in a shaky voice. She was wearing a bulk sweater and a short black skirt. ³Hi Mora...Iım, well how are you?² I didnıt know what to say, I wanted to ask her what she was doing here, but I kind of sensed she wasnıt in the best emotional state. ³Oh, okay.² she just stared at me, her eyes looking as though the were going to release some more tears onto her cheeks. I was uncomfortable, to say the least. I knew my 20-year-old son Dale had broken off their four-year relationship. Though I thought Mora was a nice enough kid, I was kind of happy to see the relationship end. I had hoped it would at least cool down for the past year or so. Dale had started dating Mora when he was 16 and she was 14. They had broken up maybe four times in those four years, for a total of a week. ³Would you like something to drink,² I asked her, regretting my choices: either I stood outside with the girl crying, or I invited her in. ³If you donıt mind?² ³No, not at all.² I lead her into the house wondering what my role was in this romance. My former marriages proved I wasnıt much at solving irreconcilable differences. My wife and I had been divorced just about as long as Dale and Mora had been together. Mora found a spot on the sofa as I grabbed a couple diet Pepsiıs. When I returned she was blowing her nose and you could tell she wasnıt doing a very good job of maintaining her composure. I set the Pepsiıs on the end table and sat down next to Mora. ³Mora, are you all right?² I said putting my arm around her, not wanting to really be involved, yet not seeming to have any other choice. ³Itıs just that Dale...well you know,² she sobbed. ³Why-why doesnıt he like me, have I changed that much?² The problem was probably more how much she had not changed. Physically she had gained a few pounds, but was not unattractive, but -- according to Dale -- only had one thing in her mind and that was to get married. She had no other aspirations. ³No, itıs nothing to do with you, Dale just needs to have some room. Heıs been in college and I think he wanted to...well, I donıt know what to tell you Mora,² and I didnıt. I wasnıt about to tell her that once he had seen the women of the city, he probably didnıt want to settle for a farm girl. ³Is it because Iım not good looking?² ³No, you are a very attractive young woman,² this conversation wasnıt getting any easier. I had always preferred to think of Mora as a young girl, my sonıs girlfriend, and not as anything appealing. In fact Iım sure my son and Mora had sex many times right under my nose, but in looking for her innocence, I ignored her voluptuous sexuality. To me, she was the picture of innocent -- a vestal virgin. ³Are those other girls better than me, or...um know more...things than me?² she was reaching for words, I knew what she wanted to say, but chose to ignore her request for sexual affirmation. She looked up at me, pleading for me to tell her my son thought she was great in bed. ³Theyıve taken some college courses, but if you go to college you will be as smart as they are.² ³I donıt mean that, I mean mean....² she started sobbing and thrust her head against my chest. I didnıt enjoy the tears, but I was just as glad to not hear what she meant. I let her cry and stroked her head. We were in an uncomfortable position and after several minutes she moved to gain better balance. She set her left hand on my thigh, with her thumb accidentally touching my penis. Never have I been in such an awkward position, both figuratively and literally. Mora continued to silently cry, quivering a bit as she did so. The friction of her thumb against my penis was causing a very embarrassing reaction. I was just about to push her back some, when she looked up and said, ³Did Dale ever, ever say anything...you know bad about the way I....² ³He always said nice things about you Mora,² I said cutting off the direction of the conversation. ³I am really sorry to be such a baby about this,² Mora said and leaned her head against me. As she did that I realized my penis had continued to expand and Moraıs hand had actually moved to a position of greater contact. I was like an animal caught in the high beams. I sensed that Mora was not deliberately playing with my penis, as well as with me, but she has found a spot that had me engage. For a fleeting moment I was thinking no harm, no foul. If Mora was innocently causing friction against my penis, couldnıt I just enjoy it while she cried herself out? The situation was bitter sweet. Her touch was very enjoyable, but too enjoyable for comfort. My penis had expanded, but was caught in the folds of my pants. Then it seemed like the pressure had disappeared. I knew I hadnıt had an orgasm, then I realized, she had undone a button of my jeans. With a slight tug, she then had two more buttons unfastened. ³Mor....² was all I could get out because she had started to rub my penis through my boxers with her thumb...and in that instant her thumb slipped through the fly in my underwear. I had to say one thing for Mora, she certainly knew how to seize the moment. As much as I wanted her to stop, her stealth movements had me completely off guard. I mustered up some moral fiber and pushed her away. Her body moved as though she was going to get up and I relaxed. Again I had played into her hands, so to speak. As she moved up she grasped my penis and pulled up on it. This action pulled it through my fly and she moved down on me as quickly as she had pulled out my penis out. ³Moooroo...aaaah² my verbal resistance became a moan of compliance. The heat from her mouth made me dizzy. She was bobbing her head up and down. Caught up in that lust of her act I didnıt notice she had undone the rest of the buttons on my pants. I had forgot how nimble one is, when making love means hiding away in a car or stair well. Like a sail luffing in a light wind, I came in her mouth. She became still, letting each jerk of my penis pump sperm into her mouth. Calmly she held my penis in her mouth and with small swallows sucked up my cum. As my penis lost its tautness, I regained my composure. ³Mora...² I didnıt know what to say. I couldnıt say I was sorry or I shouldnıt have done that -- that seemed as if it was obvious to both of us. Once again her quickness caught me unaware. She leaned back, and as I feared confronting her about how wrong it was for her to perform fellatio on her ex-boyfriendıs dad. She quick removed her sweater, dropping it to the floor by the sofa. I couldnıt believe this was happening. I felt like the wheels of little train that couldnıt stop turning. Though Mora was carrying a few pounds around her waist, it was clear she had gained twice that on her breasts. They pointed up when she had her sweater over her head, and never left that position when she put her arms down. ~ ~ ~ ³Do you think I have nice tits,² Mora asked as she climbed back onto my lap and I realized I had lost all control of the situations. Her superb fellatio had drained me, but my 53-year-old cock maintain a resiliency that surprised me. Really, there was only one answer to her question. She had full round breast that would draw stares from both sexes for years to come and I was in the perfect position to admire them, yet I was uncomfortable as hell. ³Mora...I...you are a very attractive girl,² was all I could stammer out. In spite of -- or because of -- the guilt I had an unbelievable desire to suck her pug nipples that she was lowering to my face. And if her tempting breasts and her jeans rubbing against my crotch weren't enough to edge me away from any moral resistance, Mora had scented her chest with a light perfume that was intoxicating. Mora was straddling me, her shirt had bunched up around her waist. Like many girls with young firm bodies, she wore lace thong underwear. Probably not the most sensible or comfortable and I guessed she probably had to pull them out of her crotch countless times during the duration of a work day, but at the moment I was thinking about my discomfort. Of course when I say discomfort, it was more an unnerving pleasurable sensation of the material rubbing against my penis. ³Mr. Salzburg,² she said and began to push her left breast into my mouth. As my mouth formed around aureola, a knee jerk reaction took over and I began suckle. It was then that I realized she was uttering my name as a command to please her and I felt powerless to resist. Mora had obviously retain her cheerleader flexibility because she was able to keep her breast in my mouth and continued to rub my cock with her crotch. I realized that my hands were no longer holding her back but embracing her waist. I was lost in the scent and tactile pleasure of her breasts, but not so much that I didnıt feel Moraıs hand begin to fondle my penis. Or at least I thought she was fondling my penis, but it soon was clear she was actually pushing her panties to the side, freeing access to her vagina. Mora lifted her hips and edged the head of my cock into the folds of her lips. She allowed me no further entrance, but my moan against her breasts showed her there was no longer going to be any resistance from me. With her hips teasing me, I could feel how hot her pussy was and what an exciting destination I was heading toward. Mora knew what she was doing and was excelling as a temptress. I gently clamped my teeth gently on her nipple so I wouldnıt looks contact when I looked up at her face. She was looking down to me smiling a mischievous grin. I was no longer thinking about how this was once my sonıs girlfriend, nor about the fact that she was 35 years younger than me, I only wanted to be in her. My hands tightened against her waist and pushed her down on to my lap. ³Mr. Saaaalz-burg,² Mora said in feigned innocence. Taking my mouth from her breasts and leaning forward I was able to center her weight over my thighs. For the first time, in 15 minutes of sex I kissed her. Our tongues danced like fireflies on a summer night, with 100 times the voltage. Then I continued to move forward, off the couch and lowered Mora onto the floor. My penis slipped out, in the change of positions, but once she was securely on her back, I found her entrance and parked myself inside her warmth. Now that it was a forgone conclusion she had seduced me into making love to her, I wanted it to be done right. I went from zero to 60 in two seconds and continued at that pace. I dinıt know if Mora was surprised that a man in his 50ıs could thrust into her with such force, or if she had just never had a race horse fucking, but there was surprise in her eyes and an erratic, choppy sense to her moans. Her moans soon changed to animal grunts. She began to beg, without any defined request. Never, in the many 2 a.m. rendezvouses in my son had arranged had I heard such a bestial wail from Mora and I was feeling like a master cocksmen. Once I had her spewing out gibberish, I stopped. I knew I had her on the edge, and was ready to finish her off. I moved my face down to her clitoris and firmly pulsed my tongue against it. My timing couldnıt have been better because after a minute of this pressure Mora was screaming, ³YES...YES....YES!!² She tensed her body for two more rubs of my tongue and then began to squirm out of control. I continued to ride out her orgasm, adding two more orgasms to her realm of pleasure, until she pushed my head away. I used this opportunity to remount her. My entering her was like diving into a pool of excitement, a very hot pool. Out of breath from her orgasms, she no longer moaned as I thrusted into her. Instead she cooed. Propping myself up with my arms I slid in and out of her, watching the young beauty enjoy herself under me. It was a pleasure to watch her firm breasts roll with the rhythm of my thrusts. As beautiful as she was, there was humorous look about her face. After all her crying her mascara had run streaks down her face. With my right thumb I wiped as much off her cheeks as I could. Mora opened her eyes and smiled. And inviting smile that drew in my lips to her. Our second kiss was my ecstasy. I slipped my hand under her ass and pushed her body against me. My cock whimpered into my second orgasm of the day and Mora drove her tongue into my throat. While my testicles squeezed out what was left, I squeezed Mora with a tight embrace. I kissed her, once more, lightly and rolled off her, then slid against her delicious body. I caught breath and assessed the damage. My knees were tingling from rug burns, I could feel a cramp coming in my left thigh and who knows what the mental duress I would go through in the days to come. What wouldnıt heal, would fade away and I just basked in post-coitus euphoria. ³Boy,² Mora sighed. ³That was something Mr. Salzburg.² ³It certainly was,² I replied, smiling wider than I had in several years. I lifted her legs and moved mine under hers. Her legs were spread and draped over mine, giving me ample access to stroke her pubic hair. I give her another small kiss and said, ³I like how you call me Mr. Salzburg.² -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |