Three months before my twentieth birthday, another tragedy struck my family. Veronica and my dad had flown to Colorado in order to do some mountain climbing and my dad fell, breaking his neck and back, dying before they reached the hospital. My family was heart broken, having to go through yet another funeral. My grandparents had died a year ago, so I was basically left alone. Since I was almost twenty anyways, I knew I wouldn't have any trouble.
Veronica was too much in shock to cry anymore as we got into the limo after the funeral. My eyes were red and sore and she hugged me, holding me close to her. Her scent and soft touch comforted me.
A week later, my dad's will was read. He graciously left a million to Veronica and the rest to me. I didn't need the money, but she would. The house he left to me as well.
When we reached the house after visiting the lawyer, Veronica asked me something that completely took me by surprise.
"Do you mind if I wait until next week to move out? This is all just too sudden for me and I have to arrange for a place to stay."
It took me a minute to register what she was saying. "Move out? Why?"
"Because the house is yours now, David, not mine."
This was the first time she'd addressed me as a man... as David. It made me feel so powerful and grown-up just to hear it.
I smiled. "It's mine, and I've decided that you can live here... with me... if you want," I offered, hoping against hope that she'd agree.
She came over and hugged me, holding me tight against her luscious body. She kissed me on the forehead, then the cheek, then pulled away and looked at me. "You're such a kind and handsome young man," she said, smiling, her lips inches from mine.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a deep kiss, standing right there in the entry hall. I don't know how long we kissed, but eventually we separated, her smiling down at me.
"I'm going to definitely thank you properly on your birthday," she said, licking her lips. "And after my mourning of your father, I think we'll have to talk about us being together... always together. I can't wait to feel you fucking me, all day, every day." She slid her finger around my lips, pushing it into my mouth. "And I can't wait to sit on that lovely face of yours."
*****
That was probably the longest and most difficult 3 months of my life. Veronica and I were in the house alone for most of the time, day and night, obviously interested in each other, but not physcialy expressing it. She regularly sent me teasing text messages and pictures and videos of her masturbating and showing off her incredible body, but we kept it very private.
Around anyone, we were the widowed mother and son, and nothing more. At home we were lovers temporarily held apart due to circumstances. She would have other women over occasionally that we'd both have sex with, but there was little to nothing between us directly.
She loved to tease me using other women. One of her favorite ploys was to invite two girls over for a girl's night in. They were from the local strip club and she paid them $1000 each to give us a lesbian show. I'm sure the money drove the girls to let Veronica abuse them as she did, but they played her game well, sensually stripping off the other's clothes, and licking their bodies, all at her constant direction. She put one on the coffee table in the living room and had the other lick her pussy while I watched from the couch a foot away. Veronica was kneeling beside them, touching them, directing the action directly and explicitly. Then she pulled the strap off her shoulder and had the girl slowly and seductively lick and suck on her nipples.
Veronica disappeared for a moment, and surprisingly, came back naked with a dildo strapped around her waist. Then while one girl was eating the other's pussy, she fucked her, hard, pulling her hair and pushing her face harder in the other's pussy. Their bodies slapped together loudly.
The girls were very vocal in describing what they felt, what they were doing, and what they wanted to do. Their innocent, nubile bodies writhing on the coffee table as I watched, unable to do anything to relieve the tensions that was building within me. I was so excited afterwards the she pulled me into the bedroom and had me masturbate while she knelt at my feet, letting my cum spray over her face and chest.
*****
Finally, the day of my twenty-first birthday arrived. I woke up with Veronica in my bed next to me, her hand idly stroking my stomach as she watched me sleep. When I woke, her hand moved my hair from my eyes and she smiled.
"Good morning," she whispered.
"Good morning to you, too," I said, looking around, surprised she was in my bed. "This is a pleasant surprise."
"I thought about waking you up with a blow-job, but... I know you'll be getting that soon enough. We have an entire day to celebrate. It's your birthday... and time to make you a man."
I felt her hand move beneath the covers along my skin and I shivered. She just stared in my eyes, enjoying my expression of desire and need as her fingers slid lower and lower until they grazed my growing cock. With the tips of her fingers, she stroked my length, seemingly loving how long and hard I was getting. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and she squeezed it.
"Mmmm, what a big cock you have."
I smiled, loving the pleasure she was generating. "The better to fuck you with," I mumbled, closing my eyes and groaning as she expertly brought be to the brink of orgasm. She pulled the covers away, exposing my hardness covered with her stroking hand as it slowly moved up and down. She smiled and bent forward slowly, watching me as she licked my entire length.
"And a tasty cock, too," she moaned softly, continuing to lick up and down. She got me so hard and I was almost going to cum when she stopped. "You can't cum too soon, now, David. We have fun things yet to do. Come... shower with me." She took my hand and led me off the bed and down the hall into the master bedroom. She pulled me into the large master bathroom, spinning me around to face her. She smiled deviously as her hands moved slowly over her silk-robed body. The robe was short, coming only to the tops of her thighs and had a lovely oriental design on it. Her hands moved over her breasts, down over her abdomen, finally resting on the knot of her belt. She untied it casually, teasing me as it fell open a little, exposing her bare flesh beneath it.
I stared, amazed, as she opened the robe like a curtain parting and let it fall down her arms to the floor. I swallowed hard, seeing her completely naked body. She walked slowly over to the walk-in shower and opened the door. She deftly slipped inside, not taking her eyes off me for a moment, holding a sly, seductive smile on her face. She turned on the water, feeling the temperature with her hand for a moment before stepping into the spray and letting the hot water spray over her chest and abdomen.
