Disclaimer: Even though this story is about one-on-one sex between a man and a woman, there are elements which may not appeal to the majority of readers of this category. There are gay or at least bisexual aspects involved. There is even a brief incestuous aside in here. In short, my usual fare. The purpose of this tale is to introduce two new important characters in Jerry's world.
So please if you are offended by any of the above and decide to waste your time reading the story, don't blame the author. Blame the author for the actual storytelling and writing.
On with the play.
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"Sam, could you at least wait until we're inside!" Mary urged.
She was trying to unlock the front door. What was normally an easy task, was made difficult by the man-handling she was receiving while trying to perform it. Sam's hands were all over her, even inside the front of her jacket. Only the silky fabric of her low cut dress kept his hands from the warm flesh of her full breasts. The smooth cloth did nothing to keep his caressing fingers from firing up her libido.
"Gosh darn it! Stop for a minute!" she cried.
He couldn't be blamed for his eagerness. In fact, she would have been disappointed if he wasn't all over her. She carefully prepared for their date. A couple of hours of body shaving, showering, and make-up, were followed by dressing provocatively with her daughter's advice. She thought she looked sexier than ever before. She definitely felt sexier than ever, that's for sure.
"You'll have him cumming in his pants, mom," her daughter, Diane, had said in her frank way while surveying the results.
Even Jerry, her eighteen year old son agreed with that assessment, though in a much more restrained way. He was a good boy, he never swore or used crude language.
"Yeah mom, you look beautiful. I mean really ... hot!" he said.
From her quiet son it was about as much as she could expect. His use of the word 'hot' seemed hesitant, as if he was unsure if he was using it correctly. She knew he didn't feel it. He wouldn't be thinking that way about his mother, but there was another reason. She thought he was probably gay, even if he hadn't said as much. In the last few days, little things he'd said or done made her more sure of it.
"Well, hopefully he won't waste it there!" she replied to Diane's earthy comment. She patted her son's red head as he climbed off her bed where he'd sat watching as she'd tried on various dresses. He'd been fascinated by the decision making process and listened intently to the mother-daughter comments on each dress.
The slinky dark-blue dress they settled on set off her beautiful auburn mane. Her hair hung long, freed from the tight bun she wore it in for work. The dress was held up by thin spaghetti straps leaving her pale soft shoulders and well toned arms bare. The thin fabric did little to conceal the full bosom beneath and did nothing at all to keep her bra-less breasts from swaying as she moved.
The dress fit her like a glove along the narrowing of her waist to the wide flaring of her womanly hips. Falling to just above the knees it might have been too modest if not for the high slits at either side. The slits allowed tantalizing peeks of her lovely nylon clad thighs. The panty hose was worn as much for warmth on the cool Autumn night as it was for its sexy sheen. The fact only the thin nylon of the hose covered her naked pussy made her feel deliciously naughty.
Adding immeasurably to Mary's wicked look was a borrowed pair of four inch black heels. Her daughter owned an impressive collection of shoes. Diane was four inches taller, but she wore the same size as Mary. The pair that the older woman wore was one of the less daring styles, but the tallest she could manage.
Although not as trim as her daughter's dancer legs, Mary's were awesome in their shapeliness. Full thighs and calf muscles made her's just as sexy. Her nonstop run around duties as a nurse kept them in great tone. Unfortunately those same duties meant her feet ached in the sexy heels.
She had just put on the black satin matador style jacket to top off her outfit, when the doorbell rang. She greeted the dashing looking doctor at the door and her date officially began. He started it off right with flowers and chocolates.
Now after four hours of dining and dancing her date seemed to be rapidly coming to a climax at the place it had started. From the way Sam rubbed his groin against her ass, she feared her daughter's prediction would come true.
"Mmm ... Let's go inside ...please," Mary pleaded leaning her head back while one of Sam's hands traveled down over her dress to the junction between her legs. Teasing her date turned him on, but it had done the same to her. She was on fire.
"Please," she repeated.
Sam let her go and she felt a surge of disappointment. This lasted until the door was open and she had stepped inside the dark living room. She barely had time to realize Jerry must be up in his room, before Sam turned her towards him and she was again wrapped in his strong arms. Pressing herself against his solid body she kissed him hard. She was able to feel his need with each passionate wet kiss and the pressure of his erection against her abdomen
First things first, she had to get out of the cruel heels which were killing her feet. She kicked the shoes off, suddenly shrinking four inches. "Where did you go?" Sam asked with a smile when he opened his eyes to find her lips further down.
"Sorry, they were killing me," she replied as she rose up on her toes so that her lips could reach those of the six foot tall man. She was relived when she felt the weight of her five-foot-two inch frame lifted in Sam's embrace. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, then was stuck with a thought which made her giggle.
"What's so funny?" the doctor asked.
"Nothing really. It's just that it feels like we're teenagers making out, not middle-age lovers about to fuck," she replied in a throaty voice.
"Your teasing has made me horny as a teenager," he said giving her big ass a two handed squeeze. "Hopefully I can last longer than a teenager, but you've got me so hot and bothered I can't guarantee anything," he added. She felt him grind his boner against her.
"Well in that case, we'd better take this into the bedroom," she suggested pulling out of his grasp.
