Comforting the Brothers Pt 02
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I had always slept around but then finally settled down with a woman when I was 32; however, five years later, she left me for another guy, and then for the first time in my teen and adult life, I was left in a dry spell. I would never have dreamed that the dry spell would be broken by my own mother.
While married and after the quick divorce, I lived in Nashville, Tennessee—which was where my wife was from—and I stayed there because I had my own business running successfully; I tried dating but for one and a half years…no matter how hard I tried…I just could not seem to get laid! I had already slept with over 40 women, and now I could not even get a hand job! I was dying!
So, now I’m 38, no k**s, divorced, not getting sex, and feeling really anxious. In the midst of this, I’m brought back down to what really matters when I get a phone call that my grandmother—Mom’s mother—has died. The next day, I drive up to Indianapolis, Indiana, where my grandmother lived, with my own mother close by. When I get to Mom’s, one of my two older sisters is already there and, an hour later, my other older sister arrives.
The next few days were spent in the usual way when a family member dies: lots of family members coming together…crying…eating…laughing in the midst of grief…reconnecting. However, my father had died five years before and so my sisters and I were Mom’s main source of comfort.
Then came the day of the funeral and several hours after that, at Mom’s house, my sisters pulled me aside. They told me that they both had to get home to their jobs, but, knowing that I was self-employed with a successful business, they asked if I could stay a few more days with Mom. I reassured them that that was not a problem and that I would enjoy spending some one-on-one time with Mom. (When I said that, little did I know how close to the truth that statement would become!)
Two days later, I looked at Mom sitting on the couch, just watching TV. Then, I asked her, “Mom, do you wanna go out? Grab some steak…go dancing…?”
She looked up at with me with the biggest smile I had seen since I reached Indianapolis. “You know, Kyle, I could really use that. Let’s go!”
“Well, go get dressed then!” I responded. She sprung off the couch, went to her bedroom and closed the door. I do not know what forces were at work, but twenty-five minutes later, she opened her door and walked out, and my mouth dropped open. At this time, Mom was 64-years-old, which is certainly not young by Hollywood standards, but when one would have reached my age of 38, one realizes and appreciates that it is not ancient either; you realize that a woman of that age can be beautiful and sexually vibrant. Well, here walks out my m@#her with dyed-blonde, tousled hair; thick, black eyeliner; dark-red lipstick, and a tight-fitting black dress that shows off every one of her thick, folds of flesh that comes with a large, 275 lb. woman of her age. But, even though she was my own m@#her, I had to admit that she looked very sexy.
She must have seen the way I was looking at her because she said, “Kyle…I just need to forget…at least for awhile…let’s go.” I think that M*m thought that I was appalled by the way she was made up, but here is what she did not know: before I met my wife, when I was in my late twenties, I was in a club and met the sexiest woman, who was in her late fifties…she was 21 years older than me! But we became lovers, and she was one of the sexiest women I had ever met and was one of my best fucks! After being with her, I began renting porn of older women: first, women in their 40s, then women in their 50s, then women in their 60s…grannies fucking…fat, old women fucking!
Now I’m looking at my own m*m…a full-figured, senior citizen…dressed provocatively and looking hot as hell, and I felt my dick starting to swell, not even thinking about how she is my own mother, so what M*m saw was not shock…but lust…a lust that I quelled as we left the apartment to go out for dinner and dancing.
We went to a restaurant/bar/dance floor, had a great steak dinner with great conversation, and I began to be reassured by how much I loved my mother and how much she loved me. Then, after we finished our meal and were talking, a woman, whom I had not noticed, came up to me and asked me to dance. She was a brunette and was even a bit larger than my mom; her tits were huge, and she looked like she was in her early 70s. She wasn’t great looking, but she was large, old, with fantastic tits, and so my cock immediately began growing. “Sure,” I answered, then grabbed her hand and moved out to the dance floor with her.
As we began dancing, I looked back at M*m and saw a look that seemed to be jealousy, a look that, maddeningly, made my own cock grow even larger. It was a slow song and so the woman I was dancing with felt my dick begin growing against her…partly because of her and partly because of M*m; she pulled me into her, looked up at me, and we started kissing there on the dance floor; me, a 38-year-old man, kissing a woman in her early 70s, and I began pressing my hard dick against her nylon-covered thigh!
When the song ended, she and I were talking and about to exchange phone numbers when my mom grabbed my hand and pulled me away. Part of me was frustrated because I had not had sex in over a year and here was an old woman who seemed ready to fuck me and now my own mom was pulling me away!?...........BUT…the other part of me…the evil part...thought, “M*m is jealous! She wants me to herself! She wants to fuck me! She wants my cock in her own cunt!” And it was that moment when I knew for sure that I wanted her to…that I was going to try to fuck my own m*#her in her bed that night!
While married and after the quick divorce, I lived in Nashville, Tennessee—which was where my wife was from—and I stayed there because I had my own business running successfully; I tried dating but for one and a half years…no matter how hard I tried…I just could not seem to get laid! I had already slept with over 40 women, and now I could not even get a hand job! I was dying!
So, now I’m 38, no k**s, divorced, not getting sex, and feeling really anxious. In the midst of this, I’m brought back down to what really matters when I get a phone call that my grandmother—Mom’s mother—has died. The next day, I drive up to Indianapolis, Indiana, where my grandmother lived, with my own mother close by. When I get to Mom’s, one of my two older sisters is already there and, an hour later, my other older sister arrives.
The next few days were spent in the usual way when a family member dies: lots of family members coming together…crying…eating…laughing in the midst of grief…reconnecting. However, my father had died five years before and so my sisters and I were Mom’s main source of comfort.
Then came the day of the funeral and several hours after that, at Mom’s house, my sisters pulled me aside. They told me that they both had to get home to their jobs, but, knowing that I was self-employed with a successful business, they asked if I could stay a few more days with Mom. I reassured them that that was not a problem and that I would enjoy spending some one-on-one time with Mom. (When I said that, little did I know how close to the truth that statement would become!)
Two days later, I looked at Mom sitting on the couch, just watching TV. Then, I asked her, “Mom, do you wanna go out? Grab some steak…go dancing…?”
She looked up at with me with the biggest smile I had seen since I reached Indianapolis. “You know, Kyle, I could really use that. Let’s go!”
“Well, go get dressed then!” I responded. She sprung off the couch, went to her bedroom and closed the door. I do not know what forces were at work, but twenty-five minutes later, she opened her door and walked out, and my mouth dropped open. At this time, Mom was 64-years-old, which is certainly not young by Hollywood standards, but when one would have reached my age of 38, one realizes and appreciates that it is not ancient either; you realize that a woman of that age can be beautiful and sexually vibrant. Well, here walks out my m@#her with dyed-blonde, tousled hair; thick, black eyeliner; dark-red lipstick, and a tight-fitting black dress that shows off every one of her thick, folds of flesh that comes with a large, 275 lb. woman of her age. But, even though she was my own m@#her, I had to admit that she looked very sexy.
She must have seen the way I was looking at her because she said, “Kyle…I just need to forget…at least for awhile…let’s go.” I think that M*m thought that I was appalled by the way she was made up, but here is what she did not know: before I met my wife, when I was in my late twenties, I was in a club and met the sexiest woman, who was in her late fifties…she was 21 years older than me! But we became lovers, and she was one of the sexiest women I had ever met and was one of my best fucks! After being with her, I began renting porn of older women: first, women in their 40s, then women in their 50s, then women in their 60s…grannies fucking…fat, old women fucking!
Now I’m looking at my own m*m…a full-figured, senior citizen…dressed provocatively and looking hot as hell, and I felt my dick starting to swell, not even thinking about how she is my own mother, so what M*m saw was not shock…but lust…a lust that I quelled as we left the apartment to go out for dinner and dancing.
We went to a restaurant/bar/dance floor, had a great steak dinner with great conversation, and I began to be reassured by how much I loved my mother and how much she loved me. Then, after we finished our meal and were talking, a woman, whom I had not noticed, came up to me and asked me to dance. She was a brunette and was even a bit larger than my mom; her tits were huge, and she looked like she was in her early 70s. She wasn’t great looking, but she was large, old, with fantastic tits, and so my cock immediately began growing. “Sure,” I answered, then grabbed her hand and moved out to the dance floor with her.
As we began dancing, I looked back at M*m and saw a look that seemed to be jealousy, a look that, maddeningly, made my own cock grow even larger. It was a slow song and so the woman I was dancing with felt my dick begin growing against her…partly because of her and partly because of M*m; she pulled me into her, looked up at me, and we started kissing there on the dance floor; me, a 38-year-old man, kissing a woman in her early 70s, and I began pressing my hard dick against her nylon-covered thigh!
When the song ended, she and I were talking and about to exchange phone numbers when my mom grabbed my hand and pulled me away. Part of me was frustrated because I had not had sex in over a year and here was an old woman who seemed ready to fuck me and now my own mom was pulling me away!?...........BUT…the other part of me…the evil part...thought, “M*m is jealous! She wants me to herself! She wants to fuck me! She wants my cock in her own cunt!” And it was that moment when I knew for sure that I wanted her to…that I was going to try to fuck my own m*#her in her bed that night!
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