Sunday night, Henry and Mavis, husband and wife, lay in the darkness naked and being intimate. Henry at 66 years old, and 15 years older than his wife had been having a considerable amount of trouble the last six months keeping an erection. Most of the time his cock would remain erect for two or three minutes then it would just evaporate, but the last time they had had sex it remained limp, as it was now.
"We need to get something to put inside of you." He whispered as he held his limp cock against her pussy, standing at the foot of the bed, rubbing it against her. "You are a wonderful woman and you deserve more."
"Everything is just fine." Mavis assured him with little conviction in her tone. With her husband's high blood pressure medicine and other prescriptions, she preferred that he stay away from ED pills - choosing a live husband over him having a stiff cock. She gave no thought to what the "something" he might be referring.
Henry was a good husband and knew there were ways to make his wife come.
Tomorrow, he would be gone on a business trip for two weeks and a little "going to be gone" sex was the norm for their relationship. It had kept him true in his married life.
Henry gave up and put his face between her legs and began to lick at Mavis's pussy.
Mavis had a strong and satisfying orgasm. She played with him his cock a few minutes, trying to get it firm enough to get just an inch or two inside her, but It was not to be.
Why is it, when there is something you cannot have, makes you want it even more?
The next morning Mavis made breakfast for Henry and her son, 22-year-old Elton.
She soon had the house to herself and she began her daily cleaning. But her mind was not on cleaning. It was on cock - a particular cock - not necessarily a big cock - for the one she was thinking of was not all that big - but it was a good stiff one.
She tossed her cleaning cloth on the kitchen counter and walked to the phone. She dialed the number. She had promised herself she would not dial the number again. When she heard the voice on the other end of the line she spoke the simple statement, "their gone".
"I'm on my way over." Was the response from Cliff, Henry's 52-year-old brother. He hung up the phone, telling his wife he was going to run a few errands.
Elton, on his bike, was halfway back to the electronics store where he worked after making a rare local delivery, when he remembered the book his boss had loaned him with a stern warning to bring it back this day. If he rode a little faster, took a few alley shortcuts, he could stop by home, grab the book, and return to the store with little lost time.
Elton noted his uncles pickup truck in the driveway a block away. Speeding up even more, he circled the house. His uncle was nowhere in sight and he immediately felt his anger rise.
His father was old school and had taught him never to enter another man's house when his wife was alone in the house. It was considered disrespectful to the woman and could be an insult to her husband.
But one might argue that Cliff was family.
Elton knew well the fondness Cliff had for his brother's wife. His father knew of it to but he had great trust in his wife and found Cliff's fondness for his wife innocent enough. Elton had seen things his father had not..
Elton's father had turned the basement into an apartment for which he gladly paid rent. He had his own private entrance down five stairs and the 10' covered entrance kept his bike dry and out of sight. He entered the apartment, found the book in question and laid it on the table by the entrance door. His mind was not on leaving.
He was hesitant to barge up the stairs that would exit him into a short hall with the kitchen a few steps to the left, but he wanted to know why his uncle was visiting the house with his father gone.
He silently tiptoed up the carpeted basement stairs and dropped down on his knees, putting his ear to the door. He listened for a long minute, hearing no sound, then turned the knob slowly, cracking the door an inch or two. The quietness was profound and you probably could have heard a pin drop.
Elton stood and slowly pushed the door open. He crept slowly, listening intently, through the first level of the house. Stopping by the stairs to the second floor, he listened hard and soon heard the barest sound of voices coming from upstairs.
He crept slowly up the stairs, knowing where to step and avoid the loose sections of the stairs that might have made noise.
Following the sounds, he found himself standing next to the closed door of one, of two, guest rooms. There was no doubt in his mind what was going on behind the closed door.
"Your cock is so good!" Filtered through the door. The voice - and moans belonged to his mother.
"I love your pussy!" Came words of praise in the voice of his uncle.
"I love it deep in my pussy!"
Elton's mind was reeling. He wanted to break open the door and catch them red handed, but what was he going to do then. If his father found out he would be devastated. He had to take time and think. He wanted to back away carefully, but his new and immediate desire to hear his mother orgasm was too strong to do the sensible thing. After long, long nerve-racking minutes of sexual banter, moaning, groaning and rhythmic bed springs, Elton heard his mother's, seeming painful, elated moan of orgasm.
Slowly and quietly, he retraced his steps, grabbing the book on the way out.
Peddling his bike like a mad man, purging his anger, he arrived at work.
He was able to concentrate on his work - barely! His thoughts ran the gamut from - betrayal - the desire tell all - what bringing the betrayal to light would mean - how life would change - coming to terms with his own new found sexual desire concerning his mother.
His anger built again on his way home.
With great effort, he climbed the stairs of his basement apartment, knocked twice as usual, and exited to the left and the kitchen. His mother was at the sink wringing out a wet dishcloth.
"Good timing Elton! I'll have your supper on the table in three minutes - piping hot." Mavis told him. "I'm sorry I won't be eating with you. I have to buy groceries tonight before it rains."
Elton finished eating his supper and washed his dishes, wiping the table and counter. He returned downstairs and cut on the TV. He looked at the telephone and wanted desperately to talk to his girlfriend, she had classes on Monday nights. About what, he thought! He certainly couldn't confide in her about what he knew, but maybe a little pussy would relieve some of his anxiety, until he could figure out how he was going to handle the situation. His mother must learn that he knew! That was the bottom line!
Elton unzipped his pants and released his limp cock and began toying with it. Soon, it was standing rigid and he spent many long minutes stroking it and toying with the domed head.
