The most wonderful sex I ever had in my life was with a woman close to my age, when we were in our early 40's, Annette. She was a dance instructor, so she was in top shape, way better than I was. Although I did work at keeping my form. She was my height, which is to say small, under 5'6". She had auburn hair, green eyes, slim hips and small tits. And she fucked like crazy.
All I had to do was stick my cock into her and she went crazy. I got off like never before, but her orgasms were countless. I could make her cum just sucking her nipples. More than once, I came up behind her while she was doing the dishes, pressed my hard cock against her ass cheeks, reached around and pinched her nipples, and she came. It was great.
A divorcée, she had two daughters, one 14 and one eight. I did the parent thing as much as they would accept while we dated. The little one liked me reading to her. The older one, in middle school, hated that I knew all her friends' parents because of my job. She was going to be a clone of her mom, just dark haired and deep eyed. She was already figuring out sexy. I ignored it.
Annette dumped me after almost two years. She tried to dump me for almost six months, but couldn't leave me because of the cock, as she later told me. Finally, we split because, alternately, I was too nice, she never deserved such a good relationship, I wasn't responsive enough, the girls liked me too much, the girls didn't like me enough, I didn't understand her responsibilities, I wanted to share them too much. Whatever, I was too good and not good enough. In the end, it was over and I went on.
Some ten years later, I was working as a professional fashion photographer. I had left my small town and moved to the big city. On a shoot for teen fashions, there was a model that looked familiar. The models for teen fashions are never teens. They are always 20-somethings. I knew I had photographed this girl.
We shot all afternoon. Slowly, I realized that this was Annette's daughter, all grown up. She was incredibly sexy. That 14-year-old had grown up and fulfilled her sexy potential. Her hips were still slim, but more rounded. Her tits were still small, but had that up front sexuality that only small breasts can have.
After the shoot, I approached her. "Aren't you Abby?"
"Yeah, you're Marcus. I never forgave Mom for breaking up with you. You were so cool."
I laughed. "I didn't think I had ever been cool in my life. Good to know. And I thought you didn't care for me. It looks like we both grew up and moved on." I chuckled at my joke.
"No, Mom always dated losers except for you. I just thought you'd be another one until I got to know you. Just when I accepted you, she dumped you."
"But it's not just me who went urban," Abby said. "I did an online audition for this agency, and got a gig with them, full-time! When I'm not at shoots, I'm repping them at pageants and stuff. I moved here, got a studio apartment, and in three weeks Mom and Livvie were sleeping on my floor. So we're all here."
"Your mom gave up her dance studio? I can't believe it. No matter how often I told her to go big time, she said she needed to bring dance and culture to the poor and the rural kids – never mind that none of them had any money."
"Well, you know Mom is the ultimate perfectionist. She got the reputation of being hard-assed and difficult for the parents to deal with. When she left, she only had six students. She was tuning pianos to make ends meet."
"She got anything going here?"
"You know how she is, pushy and demanding. She doesn't make a good employee. In the six months we've been here, she's worked in three dance studios. They all love her dedication to the art and her high standards. She just won't suck up and coddle parents. So she doesn't last."
"Sorry. What is she going to do?"
"Well, she is going to try on her own again. She feels like, if she lets people know up front what a bitch she is, they won't be surprised when she tells them their kid lacks talent."
"What about Livvie?"
"She's in the high school for performing arts. She's discovered a talent for acting. She's still singing and dancing. First semester junior, transferring in, and she got the lead in Annie."
"That's so cool. I'd like to get together with you all sometime."
"Actually, we could use your help. We don't have any money to pay you, but we need photos and video for a project we are developing. The City Modern Dance Troupe is having a contest for the most intriguing modern dance choreography of the year. Mom and I have come up with a two-woman pas-de-deux set to Stravinsky. We need images for the application. Interested in helping?"
"Isn't a pas-de-deux a male/female dance?"
"Usually, but we have made it a mother/daughter dance. What do you think? Will you do it?"
"Count me in. Here's my card. Just call or text me." And we parted.
You can be busy 24/7 if you work for free, but I was thinking about how great her mom was in the sack and thinking there were all kinds of ways to pay back a favor. -------
