jreezy33
12-18-2011, 11:07 PM
This will be an 'age gap' story both ways: Older woman/younger guy and older guy/younger girl.
Note: I was kicking around this idea in my head for a while, and I figured that this was a good time to do it. The story is dedicated to the families of soldiers, marines, sailors, airmen, coasties, etc. Whether you agree with, disagree with, are ambivalent, or are somewhere in between in regards to actions of the military, families go through hell trying to keep things together while their loved ones are away. So, cheers to you!
Chapter 1 of 3
The military band started playing “Taps” as two soldiers folded the flag from the coffin. Once it was in a perfect triangle, they presented it to the widow, Elizabeth, just to my left. The first volley of the gun salute was jarring. I jumped in my seat. Two more volleys followed. Elizabeth rested her head on my shoulder, she was gently sobbing. Her daughter, Sarah, was sitting next to her, leaning against her. Her younger son was being held close by a grandmother.
It sucked. Just a couple weeks before all combat troops were to be withdrawn from Iraq, Ken Lincoln’s convoy hit an IED on the road to Baghdad. More specifically, it hit his truck, and he did not survive his wounds. I was sitting with Liz and her family because, well, because I’m family too. Of a sort.
When I was fifteen, I was legally separated from my parents. Long story short: at the time, Ken was a volunteer football coach at my high school, which was in the same town as his army base. He was just out of West Point, 22 years old, and married to Liz, his high school sweetheart. They were kind enough to let me live with them until I finished school. Now, 18 years later, Liz was left to raise her family by herself.
Eventually, people left the graveside, and it was just us, Ken’s parents and Liz’s parents at the cemetery. We drove back to the Lincoln’s home, where there was not much conversation and much crying. Since Christmas break was around the corner, it was decided that their son, Jack, would stay with his grandparents for an extended Christmas break. Liz and Sarah would rejoin the family closer to Christmas. I would stay at the house for a few days to help around the house.
The next day, after Jack and his grandparents were gone, Liz and Sarah decided to vacate the house and spend mother-daughter time together. I got to work on a list of things Liz wanted me to look at. I made sure the snowblower was working, fixed the doorbell, made sure the heater was working correctly, fixed the refrigerator door so it would shut properly – all the kinds of things that a husband does if he isn’t off at war.
Liz and Sarah returned late in the evening. They picked up burgers, so we sat around the living room, eating, telling stories about Ken, crying, laughing, and hugging. We built a fire, had coffee, and generally spent quality time together until the wee hours of the morning. Liz looked at her watch. “Wow. 2 am. I had no idea. We’ve been talking for hours!”
“Well, sometimes, you just need to talk it out,” I said.
Liz smiled a melancholy smile. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” She turned towards Sarah. “Time for bed. Get going.”
“But mom, I want to stay up and talk some more to Uncle Rob!” The kids called me ‘uncle,’ but there was no blood relation. Sarah was born when I was 17; she was 16 now. She looked just like her mom, except Sarah had thick, curly brown hair while Liz had straight blond hair. Otherwise, physically they were the same – even their faces looked close enough like that at first glance, someone could easily mistake them for sisters.
Liz gave her a stern look. “Robert will be here all week. Bed. Go.”
“Oh, all right, mom.” Sarah reluctantly pulled herself off of the couch. She walked over to me and leaned over, kissing me on my cheek. “G’night, Uncle Rob.” I kissed her back, and she slowly walked down the hallway to her room.
As tired as we were, Liz and I stayed up even later, trading stories, some of which the kids didn’t even know about. Even though it was devastating that Ken was dead, spending time with the family was something I really missed.
“Robert?” Liz asked, tentativeness in her voice. “I need to talk to you about something, but, well,” she paused. “Well, not specifically with you, but with someone. And you’re here, so I thought…” her voice trailed off, I could tell she was at least a little uncomfortable with what she wanted to say.
“Liz, you know you can talk to me about whatever you need to. I’m here to help out however I can. Okay?” I looked into her blue eyes, and she nodded. It still took her several long moments to find her voice again.
“Alright, Robert. Just know that this is hard for me to talk about, but also something I’m struggling with.” After another pause, she set her jaw and was ready to talk. “Ken was gone for almost two years. So that means that the last time we,” she looked down, tears forming in her eyes. “The last time we made love was 22 months ago. And I feel terrible for thinking about this now, since Ken’s only been buried for a few hours. But I can’t help it, I can’t help but thinking that it’s all over for me romantically. I’ll probably die alone. After all, what man would want a used 40 year old mother of two?” She was sobbing now, holding her face in her hands.
I pulled her in close, and she rested her head on my shoulder. She kept crying, but I tried to reassure her. “Come on, Liz. I think what your thinking, however wrong you may be, is natural. You are a smart, funny, very attractive woman. Guys would be crazy not to notice – when you’re ready to get back out there.” She pulled back, dabbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt.
“You’re just saying that. I’m old and burned out. Honestly, would you want someone that looked like this?”
I was about to answer her immediately, just to soothe her feelings. But then I thought about how attractive she actually was. She had always been pretty – and sexy. Her long legs, substantial bosom and a propensity to wear tank-top shirts made her a favorite of the guys from the football team. But I’d never seriously thought about her like that, because she’d always been married to Ken. Fantasized? Yes, but nothing beyond that. Until now. I answered her with more honesty than she could understand. “Yeah, I would. In a minute.”
“You would?”
“Of course.”
“Um, excuse me, Robert. I’m going to go wash my face. Plus, it’s getting pretty late.” She left to the hall bathroom, and I heard her turn on the water. I gathered up the coffee mugs and rinsed them out in the kitchen sink. When she was done, she came into the kitchen and got my attention.
“Robert, I’m going to bed. But could you help me with something in the bedroom?” I nodded and followed her. “There’s a heavy box of decorations in the top of the closet that I’d like you to get for me, if you don’t mind.” We arrived in the room, and she opened the closet. She pointed to the top. “See? The white box with the green stripe. I’m going to get ready for bed.” I heard her walk away and close the door to the bathroom.
She box wasn’t all that heavy, but there was all kinds of stuff around it, so it took me a few minutes to get it down. Just as I was setting the box down, Liz came out of the bathroom wearing a floral silk robe. She walked past me and closed the bedroom door.
“You said I was attractive, right?” I nodded, unsure what she was getting at. She played with the sash tied at her waist. “I may regret this, and I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do, but,” she untied her robe, exposing her lithe body and full breasts. “I’ve been going to bed alone for far too long, and I don’t want to again. At least not tonight.”
I didn’t answer, but I stepped over to her, leaned in and drew her into a deep kiss. She threw her arms around me, bringing me in tight, not letting me go. When she finally broke off the kiss, we were both gasping for air.
We looked at each other. Liz had a look of longing in her eyes – a smoldering passion that needed to be released. I reached out and put my hands on her curvy hips. I gazed all around her body, which she patiently let me do. I had imagined what she looked like as a kid growing up, but I never imagined it would ever come to this. Her skin was smooth, and her 40 year old body was very fit, with only the slightest evidence of thickness around her waist and on her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the soft light of the lamp on the table, she kept the blond hair down there trimmed close and neat. Her breasts were large and full, more than a handful, and were topped of by large, pink areolas.
I looked back up at her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nodded. “Yes. But I don’t want to force you.”
I didn’t even bother answering her. I slid the robe off her shoulders, and it ended up in a pool of silk at her feet. I gently pushed her shoulders backwards, guiding her towards the bed. Her legs hit the bed and I stopped. She reached out for my belt and unbuckled it, then unzipped my jeans. I pulled them down, taking my boxers with them. My cock sprang forward, pointing at her. She reached her hands down to the hem of my shirt. She slid her hand underneath and rubbed my midsection and chest, making my own nipples stand up and my cock harder. She reached back down and pulled my shirt up over my head. Then we were face to face, unencumbered by clothes.
She reached for my cock, but before she could, I gently told her, “Not yet.” She had a confused look on her face, and I gently pushed her backwards once more, and she let gravity pull her onto the bed. I knelt on the floor, facing her womanhood. I lifted each of her knees and set them on my shoulders. I held back her hood and lightly licked her clit. She moaned – loudly. Loud enough that I was sure the people next door heard let alone Sarah in her room.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “It’s been so long! And it feels so good!”
I slowly licked up and down her slit, rubbing my fingers along the outside of her vulva. She was breathing short, shallow breaths. I returned to her clit, licking and sucking it. Her hand rested gently on my head. I licked her nub, hold it between my tongue and upper teeth. She was very moist now, and let out low, whispered whimpers. It seemed like she was close. I kept my lips firmly planted on her bud, kissing and sucking. Now both of her hands gripped my head, holding me firmly in place. Her bucked into my face as she hit her orgasm, the first orgasm a man had given her for nearly two years.
She held me there, and I slowly kissed and licked her as she gradually came down from her climax. “Oh, Robert,” she said, still in the throes of ecstasy, “That was…That. Was. In. Credible.” She let me go, and I joined her on the bed, lying down next to her. She turned towards me and put her head on my shoulder. “Please, just a few minutes. I need to recover.” I was happy to oblige, and I kept myself occupied by squeezing and rubbing her butt with my right hand.
Soon, sufficiently recovered, she spoke again: “Robert, I know want me to repay you for what you just did, and I will. But right now, I want you inside me. No, I need you inside me. I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to be with a man, and not just by yourself.”
“I would love that.”
She surprised me a little when, as I was trying to make room for her to get more comfortable, she placed her hand on my shoulder and told me to stop. I did, and she swung her leg around me, her knees on either side of my hips. She reached behind herself and grabbed the tip of my cock, guiding it into her cunt as she slowly lowered herself onto me. She took my length all the way inside her and paused. Her eyes closed, and she sat still. I could feel her cunt throbbing around me. Her face looked as though she were in some far-away place, almost like I wasn’t even there anymore.
With her eyes still closed, she started moving up and down on me. The feeling was so good, and combined with emotions of the day, and the fact that I was actually having sex with a woman who at one point was a mother-figure for me, it was all too much to take. I feared that I would not last long.
Liz quickened her pace, and grabbed both of my hands and brought them up to her breasts, forcing me to grab them. She kept her hands on mine as she continued to ride. Her face had an expression of peace and bliss, an odd combination that I’d not seen before. I soon felt my orgasm arriving.
“Liz, I’m gonna…”
“It’s okay. Stay inside me.” I felt her pussy spasm, then clamp down hard on my shaft. That was all it took for me to climax myself. I came hard, shooting sperm deep within her. She stopped her thrusting, but kept up slow back-and-forth motions, keeping me from becoming fully soft. She eventually dismounted and lied down next to me, pulling the covers over the both of us. I heard her sniffle, and when I looked, I saw tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes. I merely kissed her forehead and held her close. Within a few minutes, she was asleep, and I was shortly thereafter.
Note: I was kicking around this idea in my head for a while, and I figured that this was a good time to do it. The story is dedicated to the families of soldiers, marines, sailors, airmen, coasties, etc. Whether you agree with, disagree with, are ambivalent, or are somewhere in between in regards to actions of the military, families go through hell trying to keep things together while their loved ones are away. So, cheers to you!
Chapter 1 of 3
The military band started playing “Taps” as two soldiers folded the flag from the coffin. Once it was in a perfect triangle, they presented it to the widow, Elizabeth, just to my left. The first volley of the gun salute was jarring. I jumped in my seat. Two more volleys followed. Elizabeth rested her head on my shoulder, she was gently sobbing. Her daughter, Sarah, was sitting next to her, leaning against her. Her younger son was being held close by a grandmother.
It sucked. Just a couple weeks before all combat troops were to be withdrawn from Iraq, Ken Lincoln’s convoy hit an IED on the road to Baghdad. More specifically, it hit his truck, and he did not survive his wounds. I was sitting with Liz and her family because, well, because I’m family too. Of a sort.
When I was fifteen, I was legally separated from my parents. Long story short: at the time, Ken was a volunteer football coach at my high school, which was in the same town as his army base. He was just out of West Point, 22 years old, and married to Liz, his high school sweetheart. They were kind enough to let me live with them until I finished school. Now, 18 years later, Liz was left to raise her family by herself.
Eventually, people left the graveside, and it was just us, Ken’s parents and Liz’s parents at the cemetery. We drove back to the Lincoln’s home, where there was not much conversation and much crying. Since Christmas break was around the corner, it was decided that their son, Jack, would stay with his grandparents for an extended Christmas break. Liz and Sarah would rejoin the family closer to Christmas. I would stay at the house for a few days to help around the house.
The next day, after Jack and his grandparents were gone, Liz and Sarah decided to vacate the house and spend mother-daughter time together. I got to work on a list of things Liz wanted me to look at. I made sure the snowblower was working, fixed the doorbell, made sure the heater was working correctly, fixed the refrigerator door so it would shut properly – all the kinds of things that a husband does if he isn’t off at war.
Liz and Sarah returned late in the evening. They picked up burgers, so we sat around the living room, eating, telling stories about Ken, crying, laughing, and hugging. We built a fire, had coffee, and generally spent quality time together until the wee hours of the morning. Liz looked at her watch. “Wow. 2 am. I had no idea. We’ve been talking for hours!”
“Well, sometimes, you just need to talk it out,” I said.
Liz smiled a melancholy smile. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” She turned towards Sarah. “Time for bed. Get going.”
“But mom, I want to stay up and talk some more to Uncle Rob!” The kids called me ‘uncle,’ but there was no blood relation. Sarah was born when I was 17; she was 16 now. She looked just like her mom, except Sarah had thick, curly brown hair while Liz had straight blond hair. Otherwise, physically they were the same – even their faces looked close enough like that at first glance, someone could easily mistake them for sisters.
Liz gave her a stern look. “Robert will be here all week. Bed. Go.”
“Oh, all right, mom.” Sarah reluctantly pulled herself off of the couch. She walked over to me and leaned over, kissing me on my cheek. “G’night, Uncle Rob.” I kissed her back, and she slowly walked down the hallway to her room.
As tired as we were, Liz and I stayed up even later, trading stories, some of which the kids didn’t even know about. Even though it was devastating that Ken was dead, spending time with the family was something I really missed.
“Robert?” Liz asked, tentativeness in her voice. “I need to talk to you about something, but, well,” she paused. “Well, not specifically with you, but with someone. And you’re here, so I thought…” her voice trailed off, I could tell she was at least a little uncomfortable with what she wanted to say.
“Liz, you know you can talk to me about whatever you need to. I’m here to help out however I can. Okay?” I looked into her blue eyes, and she nodded. It still took her several long moments to find her voice again.
“Alright, Robert. Just know that this is hard for me to talk about, but also something I’m struggling with.” After another pause, she set her jaw and was ready to talk. “Ken was gone for almost two years. So that means that the last time we,” she looked down, tears forming in her eyes. “The last time we made love was 22 months ago. And I feel terrible for thinking about this now, since Ken’s only been buried for a few hours. But I can’t help it, I can’t help but thinking that it’s all over for me romantically. I’ll probably die alone. After all, what man would want a used 40 year old mother of two?” She was sobbing now, holding her face in her hands.
I pulled her in close, and she rested her head on my shoulder. She kept crying, but I tried to reassure her. “Come on, Liz. I think what your thinking, however wrong you may be, is natural. You are a smart, funny, very attractive woman. Guys would be crazy not to notice – when you’re ready to get back out there.” She pulled back, dabbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt.
“You’re just saying that. I’m old and burned out. Honestly, would you want someone that looked like this?”
I was about to answer her immediately, just to soothe her feelings. But then I thought about how attractive she actually was. She had always been pretty – and sexy. Her long legs, substantial bosom and a propensity to wear tank-top shirts made her a favorite of the guys from the football team. But I’d never seriously thought about her like that, because she’d always been married to Ken. Fantasized? Yes, but nothing beyond that. Until now. I answered her with more honesty than she could understand. “Yeah, I would. In a minute.”
“You would?”
“Of course.”
“Um, excuse me, Robert. I’m going to go wash my face. Plus, it’s getting pretty late.” She left to the hall bathroom, and I heard her turn on the water. I gathered up the coffee mugs and rinsed them out in the kitchen sink. When she was done, she came into the kitchen and got my attention.
“Robert, I’m going to bed. But could you help me with something in the bedroom?” I nodded and followed her. “There’s a heavy box of decorations in the top of the closet that I’d like you to get for me, if you don’t mind.” We arrived in the room, and she opened the closet. She pointed to the top. “See? The white box with the green stripe. I’m going to get ready for bed.” I heard her walk away and close the door to the bathroom.
She box wasn’t all that heavy, but there was all kinds of stuff around it, so it took me a few minutes to get it down. Just as I was setting the box down, Liz came out of the bathroom wearing a floral silk robe. She walked past me and closed the bedroom door.
“You said I was attractive, right?” I nodded, unsure what she was getting at. She played with the sash tied at her waist. “I may regret this, and I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do, but,” she untied her robe, exposing her lithe body and full breasts. “I’ve been going to bed alone for far too long, and I don’t want to again. At least not tonight.”
I didn’t answer, but I stepped over to her, leaned in and drew her into a deep kiss. She threw her arms around me, bringing me in tight, not letting me go. When she finally broke off the kiss, we were both gasping for air.
We looked at each other. Liz had a look of longing in her eyes – a smoldering passion that needed to be released. I reached out and put my hands on her curvy hips. I gazed all around her body, which she patiently let me do. I had imagined what she looked like as a kid growing up, but I never imagined it would ever come to this. Her skin was smooth, and her 40 year old body was very fit, with only the slightest evidence of thickness around her waist and on her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the soft light of the lamp on the table, she kept the blond hair down there trimmed close and neat. Her breasts were large and full, more than a handful, and were topped of by large, pink areolas.
I looked back up at her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nodded. “Yes. But I don’t want to force you.”
I didn’t even bother answering her. I slid the robe off her shoulders, and it ended up in a pool of silk at her feet. I gently pushed her shoulders backwards, guiding her towards the bed. Her legs hit the bed and I stopped. She reached out for my belt and unbuckled it, then unzipped my jeans. I pulled them down, taking my boxers with them. My cock sprang forward, pointing at her. She reached her hands down to the hem of my shirt. She slid her hand underneath and rubbed my midsection and chest, making my own nipples stand up and my cock harder. She reached back down and pulled my shirt up over my head. Then we were face to face, unencumbered by clothes.
She reached for my cock, but before she could, I gently told her, “Not yet.” She had a confused look on her face, and I gently pushed her backwards once more, and she let gravity pull her onto the bed. I knelt on the floor, facing her womanhood. I lifted each of her knees and set them on my shoulders. I held back her hood and lightly licked her clit. She moaned – loudly. Loud enough that I was sure the people next door heard let alone Sarah in her room.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “It’s been so long! And it feels so good!”
I slowly licked up and down her slit, rubbing my fingers along the outside of her vulva. She was breathing short, shallow breaths. I returned to her clit, licking and sucking it. Her hand rested gently on my head. I licked her nub, hold it between my tongue and upper teeth. She was very moist now, and let out low, whispered whimpers. It seemed like she was close. I kept my lips firmly planted on her bud, kissing and sucking. Now both of her hands gripped my head, holding me firmly in place. Her bucked into my face as she hit her orgasm, the first orgasm a man had given her for nearly two years.
She held me there, and I slowly kissed and licked her as she gradually came down from her climax. “Oh, Robert,” she said, still in the throes of ecstasy, “That was…That. Was. In. Credible.” She let me go, and I joined her on the bed, lying down next to her. She turned towards me and put her head on my shoulder. “Please, just a few minutes. I need to recover.” I was happy to oblige, and I kept myself occupied by squeezing and rubbing her butt with my right hand.
Soon, sufficiently recovered, she spoke again: “Robert, I know want me to repay you for what you just did, and I will. But right now, I want you inside me. No, I need you inside me. I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to be with a man, and not just by yourself.”
“I would love that.”
She surprised me a little when, as I was trying to make room for her to get more comfortable, she placed her hand on my shoulder and told me to stop. I did, and she swung her leg around me, her knees on either side of my hips. She reached behind herself and grabbed the tip of my cock, guiding it into her cunt as she slowly lowered herself onto me. She took my length all the way inside her and paused. Her eyes closed, and she sat still. I could feel her cunt throbbing around me. Her face looked as though she were in some far-away place, almost like I wasn’t even there anymore.
With her eyes still closed, she started moving up and down on me. The feeling was so good, and combined with emotions of the day, and the fact that I was actually having sex with a woman who at one point was a mother-figure for me, it was all too much to take. I feared that I would not last long.
Liz quickened her pace, and grabbed both of my hands and brought them up to her breasts, forcing me to grab them. She kept her hands on mine as she continued to ride. Her face had an expression of peace and bliss, an odd combination that I’d not seen before. I soon felt my orgasm arriving.
“Liz, I’m gonna…”
“It’s okay. Stay inside me.” I felt her pussy spasm, then clamp down hard on my shaft. That was all it took for me to climax myself. I came hard, shooting sperm deep within her. She stopped her thrusting, but kept up slow back-and-forth motions, keeping me from becoming fully soft. She eventually dismounted and lied down next to me, pulling the covers over the both of us. I heard her sniffle, and when I looked, I saw tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes. I merely kissed her forehead and held her close. Within a few minutes, she was asleep, and I was shortly thereafter.