Robert and Beth were in the throes of passion. Twice already in the last 30 minutes the phone had interrupted Beth on her way to the top of the orgasmic ladder. She had told him to ignore the phone. It was her apartment -- her decision. After a long sensuous screw, her cohort in lust was pounding her ass into the bed with intent, with every third or fourth thrust sent deep, lifting her a bit closer to the top rung.
'Why can't they let the phone rang five times so that the answering machine will pick up', she thought, as the phone began to ring the third time. "Dammit! Let me up and find out who the hell it is so they will leave us alone. I thought I'd cut the damn thing off!" Beth bolted the 6 or so feet and snatched up the phone.
Quickly letting Beth up, Robert had had no problem ignoring the phone. On his first day of vacation, he was finally taking care of the job he had been promising to do for weeks, giving his main squeeze a prolonged fuck. He heard her almost shout hello, listen a short period, then, break into a heart-breaking sob.
"Mom!" He said with concern as he left the bed and walked toward her. She held her finger up to him to wait a moment, her face red and eyes wet.
"I am so sorry, mom." Beth said. Yes of course we will be there for the funeral! Yes, you do have a lot of people to contact. I will call you later and get the details. Love you."
Beth hung up the phone and put both hands to her eyes, shaking her head. "Ted passed away in his sleep!"
Robert moved closer to his naked mother and cuddled her. It did not surprise Robert that Ted, the old geezer, had finally bit the dust. He was 80 years old and 14 years old older than his 66-year-old grandma, Margaret. He was healthy as a horse but you don't run marathons when you are 80 years old. And from what he had occasionally over heard when his mother was on the phone with her mother, Ted was still pretty demanding in the bedroom.
"I don't know what I am going to do!" Beth sighed. "The company has just given me this new position and they are not going to let me off any longer than to attend the funeral. She needs somebody to be with her. You know how she can be? There's nothing wrong with her mind but she is high strung and can act like a child sometimes. She shouldn't be alone."
Beth was distraught for her mother's loss, but she also felt a loss for herself. Had she not laid with the man 10 years earlier, she probably would not now be crying hysterically.
She had been awakened from an afternoon nap by Ted with his hand up her light summer dress. Sensing that she was awake he began to strip her of her panties. The last 10 years she kept telling herself she had struggled valiantly to retain her panties, struggled to prevent him from mounding her, penetrating her and screwing her to her own orgasm, than his. With the window open and the sounds of people having fun below, they had screwed with hurried, frantic lust.
"Let's go back to bed, mom."
"Robert! Really?" She scolded motherly, breaking his embrace and moving for the shower.
"I haven't seen her in 3 years, mom!" Robert replied. "Surely Ted has family closer than we are?"
"She needs her family!" Beth replied adamantly, bending to adjust the water temperature, Robert following, gazing forlornly at her furred treasure. "She needs me... or you in my stead."
Beth paid no mind to her son joining her in the shower. He new better than to make any sexual advances, just scrubbing her as he thought.
Robert remembered the happy and fun days they had spent over the years visiting his grandma and Ted and his large immediate family that often visited during the weeks. Many memories were before his parents had divorced. Though Ted was an active and athletic du1de, Robert could never see why his grandma had married someone 14 years older than she was. Ted being rich was reason enough, he supposed.
The two weeks he remembered most was midyear into his 18th year. He had finally convinced Cheryl, his girlfriend, to do some sexual exploration. They had fondled, masturbated each other and he had performed male on female oral, but she had resisted preforming oral and retained her virginity until he had married her. Childless, they had divorced five years later. But, their early sexual exploration had ignited a flame in him and his mind was constantly on the fairer sex, especially while visiting his grandma.
That summer for two weeks at his grandma's, he had spent considerable time studying Ted's younger brother's daughters, 19 and 22 respectively. They always arrived early, practically living in the pool, and left late. He was fascinated by the two girls in their bikinis and finding ways to spy on them. He spend much time submerged wearing goggles, studying the sisters, much to the voiced dismay of his mother. He discovered that if he awoke early enough he could hide in the pool's large bath house in a deep, dark closet, without a door, containing diving tanks and pool paraphernalia. Telling the adults he was going roaming in the nearby woods the night before, he would enter the bath house and snuggle down out of sight and watch the girls strip, slip into, or, out of, their bikinis, shower and redress.
It required hours of patiently waiting, time spent fondling himself, but it worked like a charm and he did it numerous times. Then, one afternoon as he was getting up to slip out he was surprised by someone entering and had to quickly conceal himself again. Thinking it was one of the girls who had forgotten something, he was surprised to see grandma Margaret. She wore her own blue bikini that was dripping wet, probably from just leaving the pool, and the material was quite revealing.
Grandma was a tall big-boned woman and the blue bikini bottom clung tightly to her large, but shapely, ass. The matching upper bra was barely adequate and outlined her large nipples. Early on, seeing her for the time so clad, he understood why Ted kept her busy in the bedroom. Seeing her in the confines of the bathhouse and discovering why she was there, proved to be much more stimulating than the younger girls. Robert squeezed a very firm erection.
As he studied her, she peeked through the blinds of the shielded window. Though he could not see directly, it seemed she was squeezing her left breast with her left hand. She took a few steps to her right and stopped in front of a large full-length mirror. Through the reflection, he could clearly see she was squeezing both breasts now. He let out a very low breath through his lips and thought, "holy crap! She's beautiful!"
He watched her reflected right hand glide over her belly and slip under the waistband of the bikini. He saw the bulge of her hand low in the crotch of the bikini bottom - saw the extended finger as she stroked her pussy crack. The hand retreated and joined the other one pushing the bikini bottom off her ample hips. "Look at the bush on that woman!" His mind exclaimed as the thick forest came into view, the panties stopping mid-thigh. She widened her stance and began to finger her pussy in earnest, emitting soft moans that soon developed into intermittent heavy breathing and groans.
"Ohhhhhh fuck!" Robert heard her cry softly. He saw her body still for a moment, her buttocks tightening, and then her whole body trembled with the orgasm. Moments before he had shot off into his pants. She bent, giving him a good look at her heavily furred treasure, lifted her bikini bottom back into place, stroked her hair and walked unsteadily to the door, and out.
"She needs me," Beth said as she took the washcloth from her son, scrubbing between her legs. "but you'll have to do. Robert, you've got three weeks off! Can't you please stay with her a few days after the funeral? Do I need to remind you what we were just doing."
"Mom! Really!" The sarcasm repeated.
"I'm sorry. That was not right. But, please! You haven't seen her in forever. She thinks the world of you." Beth pleaded.
"How about we talk about it back in bed?" Robert weakly offered once more. "It will make you feel better."
