THE DATE - INTRO

Chuck was a handsome man, of that there was no doubt. Six feet tall and trim with a head of gray hair combed back into a pompadour, he was obviously a lady's man. And now he was Susan’s date.

At sixty-four, he was two years younger than Susan. Divorced, he worked with Susan’s daughter, Megan, who had arranged the blind date with her former boss. To facilitate that, Megan was at her mom’s house to make the introductions when Chuck arrived. Susan was still putting the final touches of her makeup on when Chuck got there and walked into the room as Megan and Chuck were having a light-hearted and animated conversation. When Susan walked in, Megan made the introductions. Chuck was quick to give Susan a hug in greeting.

Susan had worn an elegant pair of black slacks that were tight on her ass. That was topped with a sleeveless, button-front, satin top that covered a push-up bra which showed off her cleavage to a nice effect. Megan had never seen her mother glow like this before. It was like she had changed from just being a grandma, to a very sexually attractive lady right before her eyes! It was a bit jarring.

Chuck was quick to turn on the charm. In spades. There was no doubt that he was a gifted people-person, and quick to flatter.

He immediately told Susan how attractive she was, turning to Megan and saying, “Why didn’t you tell me your mom was a goddess? She can’t possibly be your mother, she is far too young-looking!”

Susan flushed with the compliment, and Megan beamed happily. The small talk continued, with Chuck splitting his considerable charm between Susan and Megan. Without a doubt, he had the gift of saying the right thing at the right time, unlike Brad, who was prone to gaffes, but, to Brad’s credit, was more sincere and humorous.

There was another vibe Susan picked up on. The vibe between her daughter and Chuck. A very friendly and familiar vibe. Especially for a married Megan. Perhaps it was the looks that passed between them. How Megan’s eyes glittered when she talked to Chuck. Or how they lingered on each other. Susan had the distinct impression, call it woman’s intuition, that Megan and Chuck had had sex with each other. That impression made Susan smile for some reason. Maybe, Megan wasn’t the perfect mother, homemaker, wife, and working mom, like she seemed. Maybe she had a darker, sexual side to her as well. Like her mother.

THE BUSINESS CONFERENCE

The truth was that Susan’s intuition was correct. It had been a couple of years before at a business conference out of town where tall, dirty blonde, attractive 34-C Megan had fallen for Chuck’s considerable charms at a cocktail party. Her excuse was that she was drunk, but that was only partially true. The fact was, the older man turned her on. She had heard the rumors that he had slept with other women in the office, and for that reason, it seemed to make her competitive. So when he, reading the signs, steered her to a private corner, then proceeded to get very touchy-feely with her, she didn’t object. Nor did she object to the kiss.

After that, it was only an elevator ride to his room where the thirty-nine-year-old blonde was having her cocktail dress removed by the slick sixty-two-year-old thrice-divorced stud. Before you knew it, they were naked and going at it with wild abandon.

Chuck appreciated Megan’s firm, young body, nice tits, and attractive, pink-lipped cunt with closely trimmed pubes above it, topped by a little butterfly tattoo at the ten-o-clock position.

As for Megan, she was surprised that Chuck’s body was as firm as her husband’s, and his cock was a similar size, but with a seemingly out-sized mushroom head and noticeable curve to it. Soon her butterfly was dancing as it was moved by Chuck’s dick fucking the pussy it overlooked so closely.

Chuck knew how to fuck, that was for sure. His curved cock hit all the right places and had her pussy singing its praises, along with her mouth.

“Oh my god, Chuck! Fuck me hard! Mmm, just like that…Oh god, yes!” Megan called out, feeling entirely the slut and thankful that her tubes were tied so they could have bareback sex.

Chuck fucked her hard and was quick to comply when the sexy blonde co-worker begged him to nibble her nipples. They were big and long, possibly her most erotic feature. No doubt about it, Megan had a dynamite body with only a hint of a mommy belly. A real MILF.

Chuck groaned and growled as his cock made the butterfly dance, while Megan’s tits bounced up and down like she was on a trampoline. Megan moaned and mouthed a string of “oh, oh, ohs” as she climbed to nirvana. All her cares, her dad dying, and her stress at home and work, disappeared as Chuck’s cock worked its magic in her vagina.

With effort, Chuck grunted, “I’m gonna cum. Do you want me to pull out?”

The hot blonde answered, “No, I’m good. Fuck me and cum inside me! Give it to me!”

And cum he did, thrusting his prick deep into Megan’s fuck hole and crying out, “Oh fuck, Baby! Oh fuck!”

Chuck paused for a moment as his back stiffened and he pumped his cream into the adulterous blonde’s cunt. Megan’s eyes glittered as she willingly received the gift of his cum as a trophy.

Then Chuck went back to fucking the horny blonde, using his curved cock to his best advantage to hit her G-spot. It wasn’t long before he had Megan cumming herself—another victim of his marvelous cock and sex skills.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god, Oh god!” the hot-bodied adulteress cried out in total ecstasy.

The butterfly shook as the shaft that was boring the sex hole next to it, turned its owner into jelly. Then the shaft was withdrawn and its mushroom head was dripping and stringing cum and cunt cream all over the delicate butterfly. The butterfly soaked in the sex juices, happy with its meal. It remained mute, never telling the husband of its owner about the strange cock that made it shake and fed it cream.

Megan fucked Chuck the rest of the conference and a few times when they got home. In between actual sex, Megan sucked Chuck’s dick when she had a chance. She was strangely attracted to, and enthralled by, his curved penis and large glans. It was so different from her husband’s. There was also a strange desire to show worldly Chuck that she was just as “grown up” and worldly too. Strange feelings coming from a thirty-nine-year-old woman, but Chuck made her feel like a teenage girl trying to impress.

In contrast to the blowjobs she gave her husband, Megan usually swallowed Chuck’s cum. Some of this was because it was the least messy thing to do when giving a blowjob in a car, but mostly it was a desire to impress. With her husband, Megan usually pulled off right before he came. Normally his jizz would cover her face (which she loved!), and sometimes her tits, or both. Rarely would she let him cum in her mouth and swallow—at least before now. Chuck brought out new sexual skills in her for some reason. And her husband benefitted afterward.

When a promotion came up between Megan and an equally qualified girl (who had been there longer), Chuck chose Megan for the job. It meant a transfer to another department and office, so they only saw each other on occasion after that. It put an end to their torrid affair.

It was one of those rare occasions when they happened to meet at the office that she mentioned lining up her mom with him. Chuck, seeing a picture of her mother, and hoping she was as good of a fuck as her daughter, immediately agreed to the date. His fantasy would be to fuck both Megan and Susan in a three-way, but right now he would be content seducing Susan.

He had done the right thing transferring Megan away from him. She was beginning to get too attached to him. He didn’t need any office drama. Within the week, he had seduced a skinny, young, redheaded temp, and a hot, forty-one-year-old, black woman who worked in the department next to his.

THE DATE

Megan couldn’t help but remember the sex they had enjoyed. She had pushed her adultery to the back of her mind, convincing herself that it was an aberration, but right now, she could feel the sex appeal Chuck exuded. She remembered his curved cock and how it made her cum so hard. And remembered how much she loved to suck it. In some ways, she was jealous of her mom. My god, she thought, if given a chance this minute, she’d be on her knees giving him a blowjob! There was no doubt that he held her in sexual thrall.

Suddenly, the idea that Chuck might have sex with her mom was jarring! Picturing her mother naked screwing Chuck was a shock she tried to suppress. Did her mom give blowjobs? Was that even a thing with someone as old as her? What had she done? Chuck could end up her father-in-law! A man she had fucked! And if he was close and in the family, could she resist fucking him again? God knows, Chuck would have no qualms about it. Suddenly Megan felt sick.

Chuck, meanwhile, was quite pleased. Susan had a nice body for a woman in her sixties. He knew her large breasts would be saggy, but sexy. She had a decent ass too. It would be nice if she dyed her gray hair blonde again to look more like her daughter, but that might come in time if they hit it off. And if for some reason, Susan became wife number four, having a daughter-in-law like Megan would be perfect. He did not doubt that he could get into her pants again. There had been a certain vibe between them tonight.

Susan noticed the sudden cooling of Megan’s attitude towards them, as she bundled them off to the car but gave it no thought. Instead, she felt herself physically attracted to the man she fully intended to be polite to, but just go through the dating motions with.

He was very attractive. For some reason, he reminded her of actor John O’Hurley who played Elaine’s boss, J. Peterman, on Seinfeld. He was attentive, slick, and urbane. Definitely a lady-killer. And he knew it. Without a doubt, it was going to make the task of a perfunctory date to please her daughter and get back to Brad, that much more difficult. Already, she felt a strong sexual attraction to him. No wonder Megan seemed to act the way she did around him!

The dinner was at a very upscale Italian restaurant. Chuck made light banter and jokes with the staff, especially the waitress. Susan could see that even though the plump waitress wasn’t a real beauty, Chuck made her feel special. He had a gift, and she was starting to fall for it.

During dinner, Chuck asked about her life, offering little about his. He admitted he was divorced, but little in the way of personal information. Instead, his attention was all on Susan. For her part, Susan was glad to tell Chuck about her career, marriage, and her husband’s death, with Chuck seemingly sympathetic toward her pain. It was the second time in a week she had gone through all of this. It was easier this time.

For his part, Chuck gleaned plenty of information he desired from Susan. Besides being smart, witty, classy, and good-looking, he found out that she had a comfortable income from investments and both her and her husband’s government and school retirements. No Social Security widow, this one. That was important to Chuck. After three divorces, he would only get serious with a woman who had a nice income of her own, not one who was poor and eager to take a chunk of his.

There was also something sexual simmering under the surface of Susan, he discerned. Perhaps it was the two-year drought from sex. According to both Susan and Megan, she didn’t date. But it is more than that. It seemed like Susan could be a smoldering sexual dynamo in the bedroom. It was just intuition but based on years of adultery and fornication experience with both married and unmarried women. Sometimes you could just tell. Like with her daughter, Megan.

Susan’s cleavage, set off by a silver chain and pendant that nestled enticingly above the valley of her breasts, excited Chuck. There were very fine wrinkles and freckles in that valley and on those adjoining mounds that gave them character. It made him speculate about her nipples. After all, her daughter’s nipples were spectacularly long. Any way you looked at it, Susan had a nice rack.

After the dinner, Chuck took Susan to a blues bar. They slipped into a booth and sat close together while they ordered drinks. The atmosphere was dark and intimate. Susan felt herself being drawn more and more to Chuck’s sexual magnetism, despite her attentions. After the first drink, she wondered what he would be like in bed. Her subconscious insisted that he would be good. He scooted his body next to her. Susan made no move to gain space. Neither did she resist when he put his arm around her. What could it hurt?

When his hand held hers, Susan, on her second drink also did not attempt to remove it. After all, didn’t Brad give her permission to have fun with another man after their fight the other night? Didn’t he plant the idea in her head of herself having sex with her date—when she wouldn’t have considered it?

But it was when Chuck asked her to dance that her good intentions faded. He was a good dancer and she melted into his arms when a slow dance came up. It was most likely a heady mixture of his, looks and charm, combined with the alcohol, but at this moment, all she cared about was this moment.

The next hour was a whirlwind. More alcohol (she never noticed that he only had two drinks) and more dancing and music. She ended up in his embrace at the table, laughing at some inane joke he had made. Then, with his arm around her waist, he guided Susan to his car. While he did so, Chuck surreptitiously popped a Viagra into his mouth.

“I guess I’d better take you home. I wouldn’t want your daughter mad at me for keeping you out too late,” Chuck said with a smile.

“Megan’s ass had better not be there when I get home,” Susan said, tipsily.

“Who will chaperone us then?” Chuck asked with a wry grin.

“I’m a big girl and don’t need a chaperone. My god, I’m sixty-six. And a little fucked up,” Susan replied, stating the unnecessary.

Chuck was quick to flatter, “And a very sexy sixty-six at that. You don’t look a day over fifty.”

“You’re a slick one, Mister Chuck. I bet you say that to all the girls that get in your car,” Susan replied.

“Only the good-looking ones. And you are good-looking, Susan,” Chuck told his boozy companion, turning on the charm.

“I bet you get your way with a lot of girls. And you can call me Suzy,” Susan replied.

Chuck was quick to flatter, “There is only one woman I’m interested in getting my way with right now.”

As he said that, he reached over the console and laid his hand on Susan’s thigh. She did not attempt to remove it.

“Just ‘cause I’m a little drunk don’t think you can have your way with me,” Susan slurred back.

As they neared her home, Susan was having a tug-of-war in her brain. Her rational brain told her she was drunk and already had a boyfriend. Chuck was nice, but not the kind of guy she wanted in the long run. When they got home, she needed to say goodnight, and maybe give him a quick peck on the cheek.

The lizard part of her brain which controlled her lustful body, said that she was having a good time and a better time was to be had. She was still single, and there was no reason why she couldn’t have a good time with anyone she wanted. Like Chuck, for example. Didn’t Brad say “…it is okay if you decide to fuck him”. Surely he wasn’t just saying that, was he? Even though he originally got mad when he found out she had a date?

She told herself, that she wouldn’t get mad if he was fucking that tattooed girl, Chastity, from the adult toy store tonight, right? It would just be a one-night stand for both of them. At least that is what she told herself to rationalize her feelings.

Besides, Chuck was so luscious! And why shouldn’t she experience other men besides Brad? After all, they had only met about a week ago. Sure, their relationship was fantastic now, but what if something happened? Besides, she was so horny! Her mind was made up. Her body won over her brain. She would invite Chuck in.

Chuck didn’t know the battle going on inside Susan’s head. He just knew that she was a little sloppy and seemed to enjoy all the physical contact they had made. All the signs for getting in her bed were looking good.

At her house, he walked her to the door. Sure enough, her daughter’s car was gone. He spun Susan around and held her around the waist, close to his body.

“I’ve had a great time tonight. I like you, Susan. You are a very pretty lady who has cast a spell on me. I don’t want to let you go,” Chuck said to the woman whose breasts were pressed tight against his chest.

“Mmm, me too. Don’t let me go just yet,” Susan said, tilting her face upward and parting her lips.

Chuck took the invitation and kissed Susan. For the second time in a week, she began to make out with a strange man.

“We’d better go inside. I don’t want the neighbors to gossip,” Susan said as she fumbled for her keys.

Chuck replied with the old cliche, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Susan pranced into her living room, cheerfully high, and proceeded to point out where things were for some unknown reason.

“There’s the couch, and there is the bedroom down the hall. Make yourself comfortable,” Susan directed.

“Do you want me to make myself comfortable on the couch, or in the bedroom? Because I’m up for either,” Chuck said with a leer.

“Did I say bedroom? I meant the bathroom. Oh shit, that was a naughty boo-boo. Oops!” Susan giggled.

“Very naughty. So very naughty, my dear,” Chuck said as he took Susan fully into his arms.

“Oh shit, here I go!” gasped Susan, to Chuck’s puzzlement

Chuck did not understand that Susan realized that this was the tipping point for her having sex with him and had mistakenly uttered her decision out loud.

UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF CHUCK

When they were shoving their tongues into each other’s mouths and Chuck was feeling Susan’s ass with one hand, while the other slid under her shirt and up her bare back. Susan felt as if she was spinning pleasantly out of control. She shoved him against the wall and reached down and felt his crotch. Within moments, she was squeezing what she had found there, hidden in his trousers.

“Oh my! What have we here?” she remarked in a low voice.

“Did you find my trouser snake? I was wondering where he went! I think he needs feeding. Do you have anything to feed him with?” Chuck said playing the sex game.

“I think I just might,” Susan replied, “Does he like pussy cats?”

“He just loves pussy. Crawls in there and doesn’t want to come out,” Chuck cooed.

Chuck’s hand slipped from under her blouse in the back to cup her breast in front.

“He likes nice melons, too,” Chuck said salaciously.

“Mmm, my. Does he like these melons? Mister Trouser Snake?” Suzy asked breathlessly.

“Very much so. So big and soft and pretty. And so tasty, I bet,” Chuck whispered in Susan’s ear as he nibbled her ear.

Wordlessly, Susan undid Chuck’s pants and belt and slid them, along with his briefs, down. She was getting rather good at this, she thought.

“Oh my, look at him! So nice and big and curved. Mmm,” Suzy purred.

And Chuck’s penis was nice. Though slightly shorter than Brad’s, it had an intriguing curve to it that spoke of wonderful stimulation. And the head was a very nice, big mushroom. She could just imagine it in her mouth.

“Why don’t you get down and talk to him? Maybe put your mouth over him so he knows you are friendly,” slick Chuck suggested.

“You want me to suck your cock, don’t you? Just ‘cause I’m a little drunk doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Besides, I just might suck it. Just so you know I can do, it if I want to,” Susan replied.

“Let’s see if you can do it. Suck the poison right out of him!” he challenged.

Unfortunately, Susan’s balance was just a bit tipsy at the moment and she nearly fell trying to get her face down to crotch level. Chuck quickly grabbed her and pulled her up.

“God, I hate getting old,” she remarked, embarrassed at her clumsiness.

Then he suggested, “Let’s take this to the bedroom. I think we’ll be a little more comfortable there.

“I’m sorry, Chuck, I’m just a little fucked up right now, and it's all your fault. I think the bedroom will be a good idea,” the happy senior citizen suggested with a slur.

Susan had never been one for drinking and it was showing now. Nevertheless, she walked a relatively straight line to her bedroom, wiggling her ass seductively, and theatrically beckoned Chuck inside.

She wasn’t the only comical one. Chuck had to pull up his pants from around his knees and hold them up and closed to be able to walk, instead of waddle, to the bedroom. Not exactly suave and debonair! Once inside, he steered his latest conquest to the bed, where she plopped down heavily with a giggle.

Then she patted the bed beside her and said, “Come get on the bed with me, stud boy.”

Chuck, slightly out of form from the blowjob debacle merely dropped his drawers once again and stepped out of them. His erection jutted out, with the tip curving towards his belly like it meant business. And it did.

Suzy cooed, “Oh my! Look at your cock! So big and handsome! I bet you want little Suzy to suck it for you!

Chuck, dropping his suaveness, said in an oily voice, “Yeah, babe, it is. And he does need to suck it.”

He wanted to add, “Just like your daughter," but was far too smooth to make such an idiotic mistake.

The booze certainly didn’t affect Susan’s cocksucking abilities. Giggling, she grabbed his lollipop and began to go down on it.

Susan had to admit it was a very nice cock to suck. The large mushroom head and the curve made it unique. Different than her boyfriend’s cock, at least. Or her late husband's, for that matter.

Another way it was different from the two, aforementioned, men was that his pubic areas were shaved bald. There was no hair on his body or his balls down there. It came as a bit of a shock to Susan. She wasn’t one to keep up on sexual grooming trends, so it surprised her. But in a good way. She loved the look of it. So utterly sexual! It seemed to emphasize his cock more. Maybe Brad should groom down there as well, she thought.

While his hands played with her bare shoulders and then her (still covered) tits, Chuck continued to encourage her, “Oh yeah, baby, suck my dick! You like my cock, don’t you? You love giving blowjobs, don’t you?”

Then his banter changed as Susan, with more vigor than subtle skill, began to bob up and down on his rod faster and faster.

“Baby, you’re good. Real good, but let me see your titties,” the gray-haired playboy said, like he had so many times to so many women in the past.

Chuck then squeezed Susan’s tits while she looked up at him with a dumb, but eager-to-please look on her face. Her mouth was so full of his cock she couldn’t reply, but seemed stuck on the task, the booze dulling her understanding and senses, somewhat.

God, what a dumb, horny bitch she was, Chuck thought. So eager to suck dick and so needy. Not nearly as sophisticated and calculating as her hot-to-trot daughter, Megan was.

Susan was buzzed to the point where she knew she was a bit off her game but also didn’t give a rat’s ass. He had made a subtle suggestion, but Susan chose to ignore it. She had wanted to suck his dick, and, by god, that is what she was going to do!

Chuck, impatient to finally see Susan naked and see what this bitch had to offer, dropped his nice guy act and got more forceful. He grabbed both sides of her head with his hands and pulled her off of his dick, making her look up at him.

“Babe, you suck cock good, but I want to see your tits,” Chuck growled, adding, “You can blow me later.”

Susan was slightly shocked and confused at this turn of events. Her brain was a little foggy from the booze, so she assumed she had missed some clue. His tone and forcefulness demanded obedience. She just wanted to please.

Finally, he smiled his dazzling smile and let go of her head. Susan just sat there, mute, waiting for the next move.

“Take off your blouse. Show me those nice, big tits of yours,” Chuck commanded.

Feeling out of control, Susan complied. It was like when she had been tied up by Brad, as far as the feeling of helplessness went, except her body was free. Her mind, however, was controlled by this Adonis. Susan unbuttoned her silky blouse and removed it under his gaze. Chuck nodded his head, indicating the bra too. Reaching back, she undid the clasps and let it drop forward, off her breasts as she removed her arms from the loops, exposing her girls to his critical eye.

Finally breaking a smile, Chuck told the topless sexagenarian, “Mmm, very nice. Very nice indeed.”

Strangely, Susan felt she had passed the test. This night’s sex was certainly going differently than any other night before had gone. It was odd how she craved the approval of this strange man she had just met. She now understood why her daughter seemed to be attracted to his animal magnetism, as well.

Then the taboo thought, unbidden, crossed her mind: Was this how Megan felt when Chuck had sex with her?

Susan shook her head to get rid of that most inappropriate thought. It must be the booze, she told herself. But she just couldn’t get rid of the feeling that Chuck had stripped her daughter naked in a similar manner and Megan couldn’t resist having sex with him. Much like she couldn’t resist right now. The looks that Megan and Chuck had exchanged had told volumes.

Her inappropriate thoughts were shunted to the side by Chuck removing his shirt and climbing onto the mattress as she climbed fully on herself and laid down. As soon as Chuck started nuzzling her jugs, the thought of anything but her pleasure departed.

Susan had nice tits, you had to give her that. True, they were saggy with the combination of their heft and her age, but they were top-notch titties. Chuck’s third (ex) wife got a boob job when she was fifty. Already the type of woman you would call a trophy wife, but with small tits, her enhancement left her with huge, perfect balloon-like globes. Chuck loved them and loved for her to show them off. He encouraged her to bare them for his friends, and both of them loved their appreciative comments, and in some cases, the other things that ensued.

But once the newness had worn off, he again began to appreciate natural hooters and their natural sag that came with age. And Susan’s were perfect, sexy examples of this. Her best asset. Unfortunately, her nipples weren’t as long as Megan’s, but that was okay.

As Chuck sucked her nipples and he had begun to slide down her waistband to her pussy, Susan felt herself getting very wet in anticipation. Commandingly, he told her to take off her pants. She willingly complied, eager to please in a way that was contrary to her public, independent persona.

“Mmm, yes. Nice pussy Suzy. Very nice,” Chuck complimented her as he focused his attention on her pubic area.

The truth was, Chuck was a bit stunned. The last thing he expected was that Susan would be shaved bald. He assumed the usual, untrimmed pubic bush. Especially as her daughter had told him that she didn’t date. But here she was, sporting a hot, bald cunt. Something that said she was of the “sporting” type. Perhaps, she had shaved it just for him. Yes, that must be the answer. And if so, she was planning on screwing him from the start. If so, she was a bit of a slut! The idea stroked his ego.

The only thing missing was a tattoo. It would be silly to expect that mom would have a tattoo like her daughter, but in Chuck’s fantasies, that would be the case. Mother and daughter peeling down their panties and exposing their bald cunts for the tattoo artist. A very erotic thought that was unrealistic. However, their actual cunts seemed similar, with Susan perhaps having bigger cunt lips.

As Chuck placed his face between her thighs, enjoying Susan’s very prime body, he chuckled to himself. Could you imagine, he thought, was Susan’s reaction would be if he mentioned her pussy was just like her daughter’s! That would be delicious, but too risky.

Probing with his tongue, he ran it up and down her slit and into her cunt hole, She was wet and tasty and already moaning with the joy of the act.

“Oh god, lick me! Lick my pussy,” Susan moaned.

Even though Susan’s twat had been eaten more than once a day for the previous four days, it still felt amazing. Chuck’s experienced tongue and fingers sent waves of indescribable pleasure through her body. No doubt about it, the man could eat pussy! With closed eyes, as she concentrated on the rapture she felt,

Susan suddenly pictured raven-haired Chastity between her legs, licking her. She had never had a woman eat her before, but somehow the image seemed exciting. It was certainly an odd thing to think when a gorgeous stud of a man was slurping her expertly.

Susan had a great cunt and Chuck played it like a fiddle. He prided himself on his skill at cunnilingus, and he soon had Suzy moaning a string of “oh, oh, ohs”. When she tightened her knees and thighs to his head, then reached down and pulled him in tight, he knew it was “mission accomplished”.

“Oh, oh, oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck…Chuck!” the gray-haired fox blurted out in a loud voice.

As she did, her whole body shook with the orgasm. It was obvious to Chuck that the woman loved her cunt eaten! But then again, what woman didn’t? Chuck always said that if a man didn’t eat his wife’s pussy, that was a wife that could be stolen.

Susan was in a state of euphoria by now. Any doubts she had about fucking this man had vanished. She loved Brad, but sex with Chuck was a thrill that she was glad she was experiencing. Maybe that made her a slut. If so, after forty years of faithfulness to a single man, “slut-hood” was something she deserved to experience. She had fucked two new men this week and was up for more if she had the chance. Or, perhaps, a girl like Chastity, or the bra-less girl on the trail. She might as well go for it like she had tonight or the previous days with Brad. It wasn’t just the booze, she was high on sex!

Chuck moved up to suck her tits once again when Susan grabbed his face between her hands and said in her sexiest voice, “Fuck me, Chuck. Fuck my pussy with that big cock of yours.”

Chuck smiled. This woman was a horny bitch. She was begging for it! And despite her age, she looked to be every bit as good a fuck as any he had enjoyed. There was only one way to find out—to stick his rigid cock into her cunt hole and see if she fucked as good as her daughter. There were times he regretted promoting Megan up and away from him. At the time he worried she was getting too serious and worked too closely with him. And the African-American woman from work was a serious freak in bed and needed more attention. So did the little redheaded girl with a Daddy complex.

“Susan, you’ve got a beautiful pussy, and I’m going to fuck it until you cum, baby,” Chuck assured her and he positioned himself to fuck her.

With the booze in her, Susan was not filtering her dirty talk as she said, “That’s what you’re here for—to fuck my cunt and make me cum, so shut up and fuck me!”

“You hot little bitch!” Chuck replied, “I’ll fuck your cunt when I’m ready.”

As he said that, Chuck slapped his dick against her mons and lips, eliciting a pleased, “mmm”, from Susan.

“You like getting cock-slapped, do you?” Good,” Chuck said with a sneer and evil chuckle.

“I’ll take all you got, stud,” Susan retorted in kind.

As he pushed his cock into her fuck hole, Chuck told Susan, “Here, take this.”

“Oh god! That feels good! That’s more like it!” Susan gasped, thrilled to be penetrated at last.

The feeling of yet another strange cock in her was thrilling. Any regrets she had about not being strictly faithful to Brad had just flown out the window. Susan was sharp enough to realize that Chuck was a playboy and not the kind of man you wanted for a long-term relationship, but damn, it felt good to fuck such a hot-looking, experienced stud! The man knew his way around a woman’s body and was the type to make any woman melt in bed.

And holy shit! Could he ever fuck! Chuck used his big curve cock to his best advantage as he screwed her with it. It felt amazing going in and out of her quim. She was a little fucked up still from the drinks, so it might take longer, but she could fuck this dick all night! If Brad was here, she’d be all for taking turns. It was such a deliciously naughty and un-Susan-like thought!

Chuck was in full swing now, crying out, “Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me with that hot pussy! Fuck you feel good! Your cunt is so fucking hot!”

Their naked flesh felt so good on each other as he humped away on her like an animal. Chuck would have made a good porn video stud, thought Susan, though wasn’t too familiar with that stuff. He knew how to work a cock hard and fast, hammering her cunt. Susan alternately thought she was going to melt or explode under his smooth-shaven body.

She idly wondered how many women he had fucked before her. It had to be a lot. And after feeling the sensation of him screwing her, she was even more convinced that Megan had enjoyed the same onslaught in her cunt. She wanted to ask her daughter if it was the same feeling for her, but of course, she wouldn’t.

As Chuck’s cock continued to hammer her twat unceasingly, Susan also admitted that if this was what it was like being a slut, then she was ready to sign on the dotted line! It was so freeing to be this sexually wanton. And she had the feeling that once she had started on this path, she would be having sex with a lot more partners, one way or the other. Brad could either go along with her or be left behind. But there was no stopping!

You take a pair of people who love sex and have been fucking for almost fifty years, put them with each other in a situation where sex is likely to happen, and the magic is guaranteed. Not a lot of dancing around their desires for each other. No worries about birth control methods or pregnancy. Add lots of experience, and there is going to be some good, no-bullshit, fucking happening. And so it was. Both of them were going at it like it was their last night on earth. At this age, the idea that life is short and sexual opportunity has been missed supercharges the sex once it starts.

And it was serious fucking for sure. Chuck was hammering her pussy like a jackhammer and grunting loudly in his efforts to reduce her to jelly.

All Susan could manage was the usual stream of, “Oh, oh, oh, oh god, oh,” until, in her ecstasy, she managed to say, “Cock my pussy you mother-fucker!”

Chuck had to admit that sixty-six-year-old Susan was all that and more. She fucked hard and wild, like a woman possessed. And the truth was, he was a “mother-fucker” at this very moment. The opportunity to fuck the mother of a woman he had enjoyed sex with was intensely erotic, even for him. She fucked as good as her daughter, for sure. It had been quite a while since he had boned Megan and now he felt an intense desire to do so and compare. No doubt about it, the women in this family knew what to do with a cock in their cunt!

Picking up on her obscene desire, Chuck growled, “I’m gonna cock the fuck outta your cunt, baby!”

Her bounteous jugs were bouncing up and down and her twat was on fire. Even her somewhat flabby mommy tummy was jiggling with the impact of his cock thrusts. It was more than she could endure. She felt like she had to explode or die.

And explode she did, in a long, drawn-out cum, “Oh, oh, oh my god! Oh, your cock! Your fucking cock! Ooohhh!”

Susan shook like a leaf under him. He could feel her pussy contract on his penis. Her eyes were wide open, almost unseeing, in a state of smoldering bliss and electric shock from her orgasm.

As soon as she finished, Chuck pulled his cock out of her. It was covered with her thick, whitish cum. Then he ordered her to turn over and get on all four. As she obediently did so, still in a daze from her climax, Chuck slapped her hard on the ass, making it jiggle seductively.

“I’m gonna fuck you doggy-style now, baby,” Chuck announced as he positioned his stiff member behind her and began to shove it between her large, engorged pussy flaps.

“Oh god, take me! Fuck me like a bitch in heat!” Susan cried out, thrilled by her own outrageously dirty talk and actions.

“Oh yeah, baby, you’re a hot fuckin’ bitch, alright. Here is my cock right back in your cunt hole,” Chuck retorted.

At this point, Susan could care less which hole he stuck his curved prick into. But it was her wet, dripping vagina he picked. He was good at lasting a long time. She wondered how much longer it would take for him to fill her with his cum. God knows, he was super deep in her now and ramping up his thrusts. Susan wondered why, in her mind, doggy style always seemed dirtier and more obscene. But without a doubt, it was her second favorite position.

Chuck began to spank her ass, commanding her, “Fuck me, baby! Give it to me!”

Susan wondered how every man she had ever fucked knew that she wanted her ass spanked? Was it how sexy her big ass cheeks looked? Or was it an innate desire in the men she chose to have sex with? Whatever it was, it was a pleasurable act. The one that triggered her BDSM fantasies originally. It was no surprise that her two favorite positions, cowgirl, and doggy, both allowed for easy access to her butt to spank. But, oh my god, did it ever feel so good!

Lost in her thoughts as her rapture grew, Susan thought, “Oh my god, I’m such a fucking whore!”

Suddenly she heard Chuck say, “Yeah you are. And I love a good whore!”

Somewhat mortified, Susan realized that she had said that out loud. And Chuck, taking it for a statement, loved the idea of it. So much for her “Pillar of the community” image. Without a doubt, Susan thought, Megan was ignorant of her mom’s wanton, slutty, sexuality. What would she think knowing the guy she had lined up was now fucking her mom? Well, there was no going back now to please Megan. This was just a good-time fuck anyway, so she might as well roll with it.

“Oh god, you’re going in so deep…oh…oh…oh…mmm…oh fuck,” she uttered.

“Uh, uh, uh…oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Chuck warned Susan.

“Cum in me!” she replied.

“Aarrgghh…mmm…aarrgghh!” were his unintelligible grunts as he stiffened and shoved his spasming, cumming, cock in as deep as he could.

Worried that Chuck would withdraw before she came again, Susan commanded, “Don’t take it out. Keep fucking me.”

Slowly coming back to earth, Chuck thought to himself that this woman was a real trooper in bed. She still wasn’t done screwing. With that, he collected himself and once again, began to ram his rigid shaft hard and deep into her well-fucked cunt.

Susan’s mature ass rippled in waves and her melons were bouncing under her like crazy as she was getting banged. With one hand on her waist, Chuck used the other to give her desultory spanks. Suddenly he changed tactics and grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. Susan responded with surprise and wide eyes, never having had anyone do this to her before. Somehow, she enjoyed being taken like this.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with your ass,” Chuck growled.

All Susan could manage was an, “Oh, oh shit!”

She was truly at his mercy now. Being used as this gigolo’s cum dump. Like a whore. The slight pain from having her hair pulled contrasted nicely with the pleasure her cunt felt.

“Fuck it, baby! Give it to me. Your cunt likes my cock, doesn’t it, baby. Getting fucked hard like a bitch. Chuck’s hot little bitch,” the man growled as his prick danced in and out of her honey hole.

It was obvious that Chuck was on fire with desire and ecstasy.

Susan was like several other, put-together, in-charge type women he had bedded. Once you got her in bed and were humping the living daylights out of her, she became submissive and craved a take-charge Master. While not particularly into BDSM, he wondered if Susan was the type who would be. But right now, the old gray fox he was breeding was about to cum on his dick.

Susan shook once more and cried out, “Oh, oh, oh my god! Fuck, fuck, oh FUCK!”

Chuck could feel her vagina contract and her whole body shake and shimmer as she gave up her orgasm to him. He had let go of her hair, and she buried her face in the pillow screaming “Fuck” repeatedly. Susan was a hot one, without a doubt. Just like her daughter.

POSTSCRIPT

Susan lay there, gasping for breath as midnight showed on the bedside clock. With one final slap of her buttock, Chuck pulled out his wet Willie. It was coated with a milky white residue. Susan finally turned over onto her back, her large, natural hooters splayed to either side, flatly.

Without a doubt, Susan was a much more satisfying fuck than he ever imagined she would be. Especially when they first met. At that time, he doubted he’d get past a kiss. He was just doing it as a favor for Megan, hoping to resume their little Friends-With-Benefits sexual dalliance. But Susan had proved to be quite the fuck.

Was it because she got this way when she was drinking? Or was she this way all the time? Was he the first (like her daughter claimed) to have fucked her after a two-year drought? Or was she a whore, like she exclaimed in the heat of passion, and had fucked many men? Chuck discounted the last one but was undecided about the others.

Boning Susan had also brought up another itching carnal desire. The one that got him in Susan’s bed in the first place: Megan. At forty-one, Megan was looking hotter than ever, and Chuck was regretting the promotion he had gotten her. It was time he got back in the saddle with her. And now that he had fucked her mother, he wanted to screw Megan all the more. Just to compare if nothing else. But it would be tricky. It was doubtful that Megan would have an affair with him if she thought he was dating her mother. And considering he wanted to continue to fuck Susan, he also doubted that Susan would like it if she knew he was having an affair with her daughter.

It was the story of his life. Intricate and messy sexual relationships that had to be navigated carefully. And why he was thrice married and is currently divorced and without a girlfriend.

Kissing her, and fondling her saggy breast, Chuck told Susan, “I’ve got to go, baby. It's been great! You are so sexy and hot! I’d love to see you again. Maybe do a weekend or something. Or just a quick date, if you are okay with that?”

Disappointed, and hoping for more sex and love, Susan begged, “Do you have to leave right now?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I have a tee time tomorrow that is pretty important and I’ve got to get some sleep. I would love to stay and fuck some more, but I can’t,” Chuck said as he arose and began to put on his clothes.

Despite her nagging better judgment, Susan asked, “Send me a text sometime, okay?”

As an afterthought, Susan asked, “Will you be seeing Megan soon?”

“Sure will, baby. I’ll text you. And yes, I’ll be seeing Megan on Monday for some unfinished business,” Chuck said as he buttoned his shirt.

“I bet you will,” Susan remarked, giving Chuck a piercing glance that seemed to say, I know all about you two.

And with a kiss, he was gone, leaving a nude Susan on the bed. Reaching down, she stuck her finger between her flaps and scooped up a load of cream. She then brought her finger to her mouth and sucked it. It was the second load of strange cum from a strange cock she had enjoyed in less than a week. Maybe she was a whore? Then, moving away from the wet spot, she turned on her side and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning brought a flood of emotions, besides a dull headache, to a now-sober Susan.

“What have I done,” she thought to herself.

Despite her original intentions to be faithful to Brad, whom she considered to be her boyfriend at this point, she had allowed that slick playboy, Chuck, to get her drunk and then willingly offered up her body to him. She certainly didn’t love him. It was pure lust fueled by his good looks and persuasive ways. He was likable, sure, but not the kind a smart woman would fall in love with. So why did she beg him to text her? And the bigger question was: why did she want to fuck him again when she already had a lover?

The fact was, she loved the way he fucked her. Their sex was amazing. For all of his faults as a person, he was a terrific lover. Of course, so was Brad. But they were different, and Susan found the difference exciting. Just as she had found the difference between her late husband and Brad exciting. With her commitment to Brad being in its infancy, why shouldn’t she enjoy playing the field a bit? After all, she had just finished forty years of monogamy. So why shouldn’t she enjoy a bit of casual sex with Chuck here and there, at least for a little bit?

One of Susan’s nagging concerns about Chuck was whether he had committed adultery with her daughter, Megan. She had noticed a very distinct vibe between Chuck and Megan when they were together. That sparkling, knowing, look in Megan’s eyes told volumes. If they hadn’t already had sex, Megan looked very weak when it came to avoiding it with Chuck. After the way Chuck had brilliantly seduced her last night, Susan had nothing but admiration for Chuck’s skills at seducing women.

Susan had to admit that it was weird that she might be having sex with a man who also had enjoyed sex with her daughter. But it was too late to worry about that now, especially as she couldn’t be sure. She would love to know the facts, but that was impossible without the repercussions of bluntly asking. Should that stop her from screwing him in the future? Susan decided not. Should she tell Megan she had had sex with Chuck? No, Susan decided. She had never spoken with her daughter about her sex life before, so what starts now?

So what to do about her current guy? Susan decided that there might be an out that would assuage her conscience with Brad. And that was Chastity, the girl from the adult toy store. She had made an offer to tutor them both on the BDSM stuff they had bought. And both she and Brad liked the idea. If Brad was to fuck Chastity, wouldn’t that make them even? Of course, she had fantasies about Chastity as well, and that would kill two birds with one stone. Susan realized all of this would be a threesome, and not side fuck like her and Chuck. Therefore, Brad needed to be subtly encouraged to have sex with Chastity on his own if the three-way worked out. That would balance things out nicely! But, my god, what a change! Now she was talking about a FFM threesome of all things!

With her concerns worked out in her mind, Susan picked up her phone and dialed Brad to make sure their little walk was still on for that morning. Followed by sex later, of course!

Susan smiled, for a sixty-six-year-old, her clam was getting a serious workout!