A New Daddy Arrives
Chapter One
Maggie Stone begrudgingly pulled herself out of bed, annoyed at the alarm on her phone for waking her from a deliciously erotic dream she'd been having. She seemed to have more of those since moving out of the home she'd shared with her husband of nearly twenty years, and into her own apartment.
This was all very recent so her appetites had yet to be fulfilled, but after years in a sexless marriage it didn't take much to get her mind racing, her nipples engorged, and her twat going all warm and wet. Just yesterday she'd practically cum on the elliptical at the gym from the way the tight material of her yoga pants had began rubbing against her crotch as she went through the motions of trying to keep her body in decent shape.
At just about fifty she wasn't the college volleyball player she used to be, but she looked much better than her soon to be ex-husband's lack of affections could possibly have justified. As she moved from bedroom to bathroom to shower she glanced at herself in the mirror after she pulled her pyjamas off.
Her breasts, full and round like cantaloupe halves, didn't quite defy gravity like they used to, but she was ok with that. Her nipples and aureolas were the colour of the flesh of ruby red grapefruit and though they'd gotten larger after she'd had her two daughters she liked them, and especially liked playing with them with one hand while the other was busy elsewhere.
Speaking of elsewhere, just below her navel a strip of blond curls slid down her labia and curved underneath, out of sight. She'd done the whole Brazillian thing years ago in the hopes it would draw her husband's interest, but that hadn't worked either. In any case she liked looking like an adult woman, just not one with an out of control jungle bush. She turned to her side, admiring her profile, and the creamy skin tone of her slightly plump but well taken care of ass.
This view brought back to mind her dream, in which she'd been made up like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz and a very engorged Tin Woodsman had rubbed oil all over her ass after taking off her checkered blue and white dress. The Wicked Witch (who strangely enough somewhat resembled her college aged daughter, but green) watched, nipples poking from the rough black fabric of her tunic seemingly a bit jealous.
The Tin Man lubed her up and placed his silver tool at the entrance of the tight little star between her cheeks, easing himself slowly into her as she moaned and desperately tried pushing back against him, starving for an ass fucking like she'd had once or twice before she was married to a guy for whom missionary was the extent of his repertoire. That's when the alarm pulled her back to Kansas and living in black and white.
She turned on the shower and got in, her fingers seemingly finding her already thickening clit as if they had a mind of their own. As she imagined the Tin Man starting to pound her hungry ass like a chrome plated piston somewhere the idea of The Wicked Witch sliding beneath her to lap as her soaking wet pussy popped into her head.
She initially balked at the idea, trying to push it away like it might damage her, then she remembered no on could read her thoughts and she was dying to do something, anything filthy and slutty for a change. So she leaned into it.
Grabbing a slender bottle of bath oil since she hadn't thought to bring a toy with her she applied some of the oil to her ass, closed the lid and then began sliding it into her tight hole as she positioned herself so the jets of the shower were hotly spraying her now very sensitive clit.
In her head the image changed slightly, with the Tin Man pulling away from her ass and positioning himself in front of her face. She didn't hesitate to swallow his silver rod, getting woozy imagining the taste of herself on it. From behind the Witch had positioned herself on her hands and knees with her face pressed between her cheeks against her pink rosebud, fingering her pussy and she gave her butthole a wet sloppy kiss. She looked up at the Tin Man, begging him to blast a hot load down her throat as the green slut behind her got her closer and closer to...
Then the water went ice cold. She dropped everything and yanked the shower head to the side. "WHAT THE HELL?!" she yelled out.
"Ooops! Sorry, Mom!" her daughter Cynthia shouted from down the hall in the other bathroom. Maggie was not happy, but hearing her daughter's voice reminded her they had some errands to run so she (once again!) didn't have the time to finish what was now becoming a very urgent need to get off. She sighed. "Back to Kansas." she muttered to herself. Promising a rain check to her pussy which she now imagined was pouting at all this teasing.
After getting dressed and made up to go she joined her daughter in the small nook where they ate when she was visiting. Cynthia was 19, home from college and staying with her mom while she hunted for a summer job. She was very cute, her chestnut brown hair cut into a pixie style her green eyes always with a mischievous spark in them, her full lips never far from a smile or a smirk depending on who she was talking to.
And like her mom she was very much on top of keeping in shape. Maggie knew how the weight tended to pile on the first year away from home, but was proud Cynthia had stayed on top of it. She might be a bit fuller figured than she was, but if Maggie weren't related to her she'd find her delicious looking.
She watched as Cynthia corrected some document on her tablet, her tongue poking out slightly from her mouth as she concentrated. Like the thought in the shower she suddenly and almost involuntarily found herself imagining that tongue tracing the back of he thighs, working up towards...she quickly shook her head and cleaned up the dishes to give her something else to focus on.
"So, do you have any meetings today?" Cynthia asked, unknowingly tossing her mom something to distract from the dirty thought that had been trying to force its way back onto the movie screen in her mind.
"Just one, but it's during your first interview so won't interfere in anything you've got going on."
"Work?" Cynthia asked, always the curious one.
"No, just meeting up with an old friend I haven't seen in a while. He reached out after he heard about the...uh...separation."
"Wait, is this like a date?" Cynthia shot back.
Maggie blushed. "No! Not at all." He's an old friend just wanting to have coffee and chat. It's nothing more than that. Anyway. I'm way too busy for dates at this point in my life." Maggie answered.
"Too bad, I think you could use a little reminder of what passion feels like." Cynthia, fully smirking now, replied.
"Oh stop it! I'm too old for passionate love affairs!" Maggie said, unable to hold her daughter's gaze which seemed to be reading straight into her subconscious at that moment. Cynthia got up to put her bowl into the dishwasher and leaned over her mom to whisper in her ear
"You talk in your sleep a bit, I think it might be worth making some time for a little passion!" She then gave her mom a peck on her cheek before leaving the kitchen.
Maggie was mortified, she felt like she must be blushing from head to toe. Had her daughter overheard anything specific? Was she moaning? Oh god, how embarrassing! She didn't know what to say so she pretended not to be embarrassed and yelled after her "Very funny, now go get ready!" Though it didn't at all sound convincing.
The other thing she was trying to process was the little shiver that ran through her body when he daughter's lips brushed against her ear, and how the smell of her, a little floral, a little spicy, seemed to intoxicate her. And then again the image of her pink little tongue invaded her thoughts, what if she'd licked her ear as she was delivering her message? Or gave her more than a peck?
Why did that seem so exciting? She shook her head, again trying to eliminate these increasingly depraved (in her mind) thoughts. Maybe Cynthia was right, maybe she did need some passion as a release valve. Sadly, she knew that wasn't going to result from her coffee "date" later.
Jonathan, the old friend who was meeting her, had also been a friend of her husband's and had never been anything other than a gentleman around her. He was cute, but she figured since they were both in the same field he was probably about as exciting and lustful as her husband, which is to say about as much as a glass of warm milk.
No, today wasn't going to be the day she would unleash all her pent up horniness on a guy. But she was most definitely going to fuck herself silly at the first chance she got. For now, she had to settle for taking care of that business later as she had a bit of chauffeuring to do.
After getting her daughter off to her first interview of the day Maggie walked across the street to the coffee shop she'd agreed to meet Jonathan in. She was a bit early so she chose a table and began glancing at the headlines of the day on her phone. Lately she'd been very busy with work, moving, and figuring out the logistics of ending a marriage so the luxury of just sitting somewhere with nothing to do but sip a coffee and read was quite enjoyable.
So much so that she was a bit disappointed when she heard Jonathan's voice call her name. She looked up to smile and say hello, and was taken a bit aback but how good he looked since she's last seen him.
