Mum s Friend Edna Part 2 The List
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My mother's world was quiet and hypnotic. I was staying with her for a couple of weeks in my childhood home on the Norfolk coast. You may have read the previous stories from this time; Mum's Friend Dorothy and Grace and Danger. They give you an idea of what this small town was like and more specifically how my widowed mother and her widowed friends passed their days.
The fact was they didn't do much; they were coasting through middle age, comfortable and inactive. It was all tea and biscuits and television. That had made my arrival something of an event. Not that I was anything special: I realised that. But I was different, interesting because of my career as an illustrator in London. And safe. Her friends Dorothy, Grace and Edna knew – or at least assumed – I was respectable, and they had watched me growing up, so they probably remembered me when I was cute if I had ever been that.
I had had the enormous good fortune to fill the sexual needs of Dorothy and Grace, separately, discreetly and safely; not exactly propositioned by these older women but presented with opportunities which I had taken. Neither I nor they had pushed our luck by suggesting a repeat performance. Encounters like we had, had lasted long in the memory and could be reenacted in the distant future if we wanted to. Desperate encores were the province of younger people. There was no mileage in the relationships for them or me.
We were now friends with secrets, and happy enough like that. I could imagine the four of them sitting on a bench on the seafront, enjoying the fresh air and saying wisely, in reference to something else, that, “a little goes a long way.” Mum, of course, was not enjoying the fruits of her son's temporary return in the same way as two of her friends had, although I had no way of knowing if she had from time to time availed herself of some other man.
And then there was Edna. With her gregarious, chatty, cheeky nature, I would have expected to find myself having a playful skirmish with her rather than her more sedate friends, but maybe there was something to be said for the old thing about dark horses. Grace, in particular, was the darkest of horses, but she had seen an opportunity to revive the girl/woman element in herself, while in Dorothy that side was closer to the surface and she had staged our beautiful private meeting so naturally, it had seemed inevitable.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to get together with Edna, not to complete the set but because in some strange way I felt I owed it to myself and to her. If it never happened, that would be a shame. But I couldn't suggest anything in the presence of the others. Edna was a retired English teacher and talked about offering her services as a proofreader.
When the subject came up just a couple of days before I was to leave, I said there might be some scope in the area I worked in, where graphic artists wrote picture books in which the words were sometimes almost an afterthought. Maybe there was a chance for Edna there. I took her business card and said I would pass it to someone I knew.
That evening, as I sat in my room drinking wine, I sent her a message.
“Maybe we should put together some samples,” I suggested. “I've got some old projects on my laptop. We could do some work on one of them.”
“Genius," she replied. “But let's keep it quiet. Nobody is taking it seriously and it may never happen anyway.”
We agreed to meet the next afternoon at her house, a little cottage tucked away up a back street. She had decorated it like a doll's house and I had always wondered what it was like inside. I arrived at 2 pm to find her sitting in the sunroom at the back, glasses on the end of her nose, writing her life story in an exercise book.
“Yes,” she replied to my initial remark, “I'll type it up when I've finished it, but it flows better longhand.”
We struggled to read the screen of my laptop, but the room was just too bright, so we moved indoors, into a dark room stuffed with cushioned chairs. I asked if she would mind me looking at her manuscript and she hesitated before saying, “Okay, but remember it's a first draft, just rough ideas really.”
She went to make some tea and I flipped through the book until I found a chapter about losing her virginity in the back of a Morris Oxford up a country lane.
“Well? Rubbish or what?” she laughed awkwardly when she returned.
“Not at all,” I said. “You've got a way of conveying things that's quite conversational. Most people get all stiff and formal when they write.”
“How far did you get?” she asked.
“Just dipping in here and there,” I said, closing the book. “Cuckoo Lane.”
“Oh Christ, trust you,” she said, snatching the book away from me. “I don't know if I'm going to keep that sort of thing in, but I thought I'd see how it came out.” She changed the subject and gave me her thoughts on the current Norwich City team. This may sound condescending, but I find it quite sexy when a woman knows about sport. As this feeling swept through me like a full-body erection, she noticed. She might not have known what it was she was noticing, but she felt something and it seemed to relax her. She suggested we sit back out in the sunroom and abandon the laptop for now.
As we sat together on a small cane settee, looking at the birds flitting around her verdant garden, she began to speak.
“Makes you feel mortal, doesn't it?” she said.
“Does it?” I responded. “Doesn't it make you feel life could go on forever?'
“Because it's so beautiful and tranquil and safe?” she said in semi-agreement. “ I know what you mean. But I used to sit here with my husband all those years ago, thinking like that. And look what happened there.”
“That's life,” I said, hoping it didn't sound glib and insensitive. “I mean it was tragic for you and the other wives, but life goes on, doesn't it?”
“It does, Philip, it does,” she said dreamily. “But not forever. My number is nearly up.” This shook me.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean according to the doctors,” she said evenly. “I've got a rare form of cancer that's going to do me in within a year or two.”
When someone gives this sort of insufficient information it's hard to know what questions to ask for clarification, or indeed if you should ask any. I decided to wait and see.
“I won't bore you with the details,” she continued. “Nobody knows and nobody's going to know. I shall disappear.”
I put my hand on her knee. She was wearing jeans, quite tight and apparently stretchy. A loose shirt, Jane Russell-style on top. She was short and not exactly dumpy but not neat or elegant. She was a small woman in a style that might be called modest or unpretentious. Nice little breasts, a rounded but not fat stomach and her thighs looked firm beneath the cotton/elastane mix. We both became aware that I was studying her body and as I looked away, she shifted in her seat.
“It's okay,” she said. “If there's one thing I have realised recently it's that human beings waste a lot of time and miss out on a lot of pleasure through being what we call civilised.” She put her hand on mine on her knee and stroked it. “This is nice, for instance,” she said. “But many people would expect me to brush you off. Well, I don't want to. And I'm not going to.” She looked at me for my reaction and all I could manage was a nervous smile.
“This is not a battle, she said. “It's not a tactical contest that will end up in victory and defeat. We can win together by triumphing over convention. Imagine what it was like for Adam and Eve, if you believe what it says in the Bible. Which I do, by and large.”
“By and large,” I conceded.
“Good,” Edna said. “So how did they feel before Eve picked that apple? Were they going to have sex and not worry about it, or hadn't it even crossed their minds?” She looked deep into my eyes. “For the human race to multiply, which was God's will, there would have had to be sex, wouldn't there? But if humans hadn't been given intellect, it would have been frantic, mindless coupling, like dogs and horses.” She laughed. “But big creatures like horses, it must be so uncomfortable and hard to organise. Because they can't even talk about it.”
“And they don't have a choice of positions,” I offered.
“Good point,” Edna said. “So all in all, the human approach to procreation makes a lot of sense. And because it's so enjoyable, I suppose it just gained in subtlety and sophistication because our ancestors realised it was too much fun to waste.
“Except people like the Victorians,” I suggested.
“Precisely,” she agreed. “Killjoys. Someone somewhere got the idea that it was uncouth. Probably someone very repressed, cripplingly shy. And he or she spread the word that the act of procreation had been abused by being linked with things like lust and – heaven forbid – enjoyment. So they had a go at making it unacceptable.”
“But that didn't work because it's like saying you shouldn't enjoy eating and drinking,” I said. “Like saying it's just fuel, just functional.”
“Just so,” Edna said, squeezing my hand. “And you can't live like that. Not if you believe God loves you. If he didn't love us, he wouldn't have given us the awareness that makes us seek pleasure – and seek to give other people pleasure, which is a great part of sex, don't you think?” She was now leaning towards me and my arm went around her shoulders instinctively.
“So if you were to kiss me,” she said, running a finger down my chest, “I would derive pleasure from it and you would enjoy giving me that pleasure, as much as getting your own. Or am I putting words in your mouth?”
Our eyes became sealed at opposite ends of an invisible tube of suction which spread out to draw our whole faces together, and as we kissed, it spread further to engage our entire bodies. We kissed for a full five minutes, taking brief pauses to gaze at each other and stroke, caress, softly squeeze.
Eventually, Edna pushed me gently back.
“Now, we both know what's going to happen next,” she said with a gentle firmness that sent shivers through me. “But I want it to be uninhibited. You can touch, look at and kiss any part of me and I can do anything to you. Okay?” A smile leapt onto my face and I tried to squeeze it off. She continued. “That doesn't mean we have to do everything in the book just because it's there. But let's indulge each other.”
In her warm, womb-like bedroom, she pulled her shirt off and lay back on the bed, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans for me. I pulled them off smoothly and derived an unexpected thrill from her complicity in the act. She was wearing a white lacy bra and panties and as I got close to pull her knickers down I could smell the newness of them. She dispensed with the bra and propped herself up on her elbows to watch me undress.
“Now my turn,” she said. “I'm going to watch you get naked and I'm going to look at your penis. We can call it your cock if you like. But we're not going for anything as twee as willy, okay? And what you're trying not to look at is my hole. Or cunt, I don't mind. But we're not having willies and pussies.”
Right on cue my erect cock bounded into swinging, attention-grabbing view as I wrenched my underpants off.
“Yes, I like your cock,” Edna said, demonstrating the thrilling freedom of our arrangement. “It's beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that before?” I shook my head.
“Girlfriends have been affectionate about him,” I said. “But generally... I don't think women like to sound like experts.” I lay beside her and stroked her as I began a little story. “Men are expected to use their experience to set the tone of the whole thing,” I said. “But women, some women think they're expected to be virginal all the time. I had a thing with a Portuguese girl once, went out with her three or four times and one time she got on top and without using her hands she put herself on my cock and got it in, just like that. But when I said, 'That's clever,' she was quite offended.”
“That's the sort of thing we're going against,” Edna said. “You and me, enlightened, fearless sexual warriors fighting the good fight together.”
We kissed again, another very long one, but this time our hands were all over each other. My middle finger was exploring the inner limits of her cunt and her hand had taken complete ownership of my cock and balls.
“There's one thing we should establish,” she said, easing up slightly. “All the things we're going to do, it's going to take more than one session. You've got two days left, haven't you? We'll need both of them, I reckon. And if there are things left over, I'll have to pop up and see you. Would that be okay? I'm not trying to claim anything or oblige you in any way, but I get the feeling we could stand to be together a bit. Or am I being presumptuous?”
“I think you're probably right,” I said. “We can confirm it later.” In truth, Edna was a good looking woman, intelligent, good fun and the attitude to sex that she was proposing was irresistible.
“We'll have to write a list,” I said, joking.
“I've already started one,” she replied.
“And what's on it for today?” I asked.
“Mainly oral,” she said. “Me sucking you, you licking me. Including my arsehole.” She hesitated almost imperceptibly on the word. “Is that okay with you? Or have I blown it already? Bigmouth Edna, the laugh-a-minute old boiler.”
“Edna,” I said softly, “I would be honoured to lick your arse.”
She went down on me and sucked me with such passion and devotion it seemed like she loved me. But I concluded I was the recipient of the award on behalf of all the men in the world. She took my knob deep into her mouth – not into her throat, as porn sites would have us believe so many women do, but she gave me the most comprehensive sucking I had ever had. And she licked my crotch and licked and sucked my scrotum and carefully took my balls into her mouth one by one. She scrutinized my knob and poked her tongue into its nooks and crannies. She sucked the shaft sideways like a dog with a bone and she licked right down to my crack and poked her tongue in briefly but quickly withdrew.
“It's okay,” I said. “Women's cracks are nicer than men's. You can do that another time if you like, but it's not one of my favourite things.”
Then it was my turn to explore her midsection. I got down and looked at it: a forest of dark pubic hair, neatly trimmed but still very much part of the picture, her big curly lips a sort of purple-grey on the outside and shiny pink inside. I licked that fabulous silky flesh and smelled her womanly natural lubricant. I sucked her clitoris and licked it and located her piss hole and sucked that as if trying to get something from it. And when she had luxuriated in that feeling for a while, she turned over and presented me with her rump.
Her arsehole was a smooth, slightly crinkled but perfectly regular indentation and the colouring around it and up her slide was pale yellow. She offered it to me with an emotion that may have been pride and may have contained an element of defiance. She wasn't to know this was the stuff of dreams for me. She had probably read comments from squeamish men who disliked the activity.
“You have a beautiful arsehole,” I said as factually as I could while licking it tenderly. “I love it.”
“You're very welcome,” she said. “I think you're going to make me come. Give me that beautiful tongue.”
I gave Edna the full treatment, blitzing her nerve endings with the intense blandishments of my soft, strong, agile, adventurous, hungry oral instrument of pleasure. She responded most when I straightened my muscle and pushed it as though I was trying to enter her. She whimpered and twitched. And when I laid it flat and licked her like the most sublime, meaty ice cream, she let out a long groan of ecstasy and had a shimmering orgasm during which her voice rose in pitch and volume until she was almost singing.
“Now, did I enjoy that as much as you did?” I asked. “In a very different way.”
“I think you loved giving me that thrill,” she said. “but you have no idea how fantastic it felt for me.” She paused for a moment, then resumed. “So, one off the list.”
“No, absolutely not,” I insisted.
“What?” she asked, startled.
“That one stays on the list,” I said. “We need to do it again. Possibly every time I see you for the rest of...” My voice petered out as I remembered what she had told me.
“The rest of my life,” she said, stroking my arm. “Okay with me, lover.”
We kissed and I felt I was falling for her and she was falling for me, and although that wasn't part of the deal, the deal had just got better.
“Show me the list,” I said brightly, to change the subject.
“Okay,” she replied. “Then you're going to fuck me. That's another thing that's on repeat.”
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The movie end , the light came on and Mike stood up looking at me smilling after spending half the movie on the floot under his hoodie sucking him like a good sissywe walk to the cinema lobby and Mike was intercepted by the cinema security guyshaking Mike hand asking him if he had a good time at the movie''yes i did thanks for the pass dude ''''no problem, so im done can i have a lift like we discuss''''yeah sure lets go''it didnt took a genius to understand, mike opening the backdoor of his...
Pam came in over an hour late, not that it mattered, it was pouring outside and we didn't have the first customer in the bar. She came in the front door, employees usually park in the lot in back and come in the back door. This girl was soaked, her hair was plastered to her head. She was bare foot with her shoes in one hand and her purse in the other. Her stockings ended at her ankles in a frayed roll. One of her shoes was minus the heel and she must have walked the bottoms out of her...
During Desert Storm, I was serving in the Air Force and ready to come home on leave. At nineteen, I was in very good shape with a very firm body and neglected cock after being gone for so long. I was given a couple weeks leave after being gone for a year, so I immediately started making plans. My mom had a goof-ball boyfriend living with her, so I didn't want to stay there. Next best option, my HS best friend. The more I thought about staying with my friend, the better it sounded. My friend's...
MILFI woke up the next morning with my head still resting on her naked chest. I looked at her and I couldn't believe my luck. Sure, she will never be my girlfriend, and I will never have sex with her, but seeing her body nude, looking at her beauty, and having that intimate moment of cuddling naked together filled me with such happiness. It was a friendship unlike any other.When she woke up we both got dressed and talked a little. Eventually I went home. For the whole week I went through the same...
My girlfriend, Shannon, and I have been together for one year, and during that year we have become close on many levels. The first time we made out was at the movie theatres only 2 days after I asked her out, both of us loved making out with each other, and tried to kiss whenever we could. It all started on a Friday night after school, my girlfriend and I wanted to do something but we were still young, 18 years old, and my parents weren’t home, so we chilled at her house. At about 6pm a got to...
IncestDespués de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...
It was a Friday evening and I was in for the night. I was up in my room just flicking through the tv channels when my dad had said that his friend barry was over tonight for dinner. Barry was a friend to both parents but had worked with my father in the past. Still in my room I heard the door bell go, i could tell it was barry as you normally hear his voice before anything. His a nice guy in his early 50's, confident and quite well spoken. Barry is about 6FT 2 Slimish, with grey short hair. I...
Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis.Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets blown out of the sky and you...
Love Stories(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...
We woke up from our nap a couple hours later. I got dressed and we acted like nothing crazy happened. We went to her living room and started hanging out there. We poured some drinks, sat around, watched tv and talked. It was honestly nice to have a normal conversation again, not to have anything sexual come up. But then it happened, I started having feelings for her again. I thought I was done, but as we sat there enjoying each other's company, I couldn't help it. I started thinking about how I...
He didnt waist a dayMike pick me up after dinner for the cinema, i just got out of the shower, freshly shaven like he txt me to doI got in the car and he made sure to park somewhere i could try my own cute pantyopening the bag the frilly cute pink panty soon sliding on me''oh i choose a really nice one , you like it''looking at me wearing panty , feeling smooth and tight he was right about feeling better in panty after being shaved''turn around i want to see your cute bubble but''the feeling of...
(Left out some descriptions so you can imagine whoever you want) I had occasionally fantasized about my girlfriend's friend Lucy, but I never thought she felt the same way. My girlfriend Rebecca, Lucy and I all go to the same high school. Being a great guitar player I usually brought my guitar to school and played during lunch times, on occasion we would get a sing along to our favorite bands such as pearl jam and red-hot chili-peppers. Lucy would always sit next to me during these...
Some time had passed since I last hung out with Sarah. She seemed to want to go back to our old ways of friendship, so I think she was starting to avoid me. We would text here and there, but nothing too much. If she wanted to go back to a normal friendship, then I would accept that, although I would be a little sad about it.In the meantime, I was frequently joining in with Rachel and Eric. It was always so hot watching them. Sometimes it was so passionate, other times it was rough fucking. They...
Sorry for the part 1 guys I accidentally press post and I din know how to edit but anyways here's the part two hope you like it. Jake said he was really sorry for what happen. I was a bit mad because of he said that. I thought he liked me so I ask him "Jake, do you really like me or you just made me feel better about what happened with nick? Jake drove and no words came out of his mouth not even a nodd. I was dissappointed I thought to myself I will never ever do this stupid things I did to...
Sorry for the part 1 guys I accidentally press post and I din know how to edit but anyways here's the part two hope you like it. Jake said he was really sorry for what happen. I was a bit mad because of he said that. I thought he liked me so I ask him "Jake, do you really like me or you just made me feel better about what happened with nick? Jake drove and no words came out of his mouth not even a nodd. I was dissappointed I thought to myself I will never ever do this stupid things I did to...
Hello, everyone… I am CutestVampire from somewhere in Hyderabad … this is my fourth sex story on this site… and continuation of A FRIENDSHIP WHICH GOT CHANGED BY MASSAGE …I thank you all who mail me and give your comments and likes and dislike…. hope u all like this sex story too So let’s get back to the story. As Neha laid down like a lifeless soul in ecstasy…. I slowly went up to her face seeing her eyes closed in bliss … I whispered Y: hey, Neha, hope you enjoyed… N: Ummm huh Y: I said now...
After we woke up from our nap we only briefly talked about what happened. I again admitted that I loved her, and even though what happened was hot, I wasn't sure if I'd want something like that again because of my feelings for her. She said she understood and we would keep it a secret. It was to be buried between us, never to be talked about again.Things seemed to have gone back to normal. We didn't talk to much during the week, then she texted me on Friday. She asked me if I wanted to go to a...
Randip had been known to my husband for years before our marriage, infact when I came as a newly wed bride, he had welcomed us and hadhelped me set up home in the building where we all lived. He was inthe habit of dropping in some evenings and staying over for dinner ashe was divorced and lived as a bachelor. This closeness through thedays between us had been on a very innocent level and Randip hasalways been a gentleman. Once in a while I would catch him staring atmy breasts or legs, but I...
I've known Sarah for years and we hit it off immediately. I always thought she was attractive, with her long legs, her dark hair, her beautiful thick lips. But I didn't have romantic feelings for her right away, it was something that slowly grew as we spent more time together. One night we were drunk at her place. We flirted a lot, and I thought it was time for me to finally make my move. I told her how I felt, but she gently let me down. She said she couldn't ruin our friendship. She loved me,...
This past weekend I had a clandestine meeting with an XH friend. It was my first such meeting and as you know from reading my profile that a fantasy of mine is to meet XH friends and have some "fun" together!Mary (not her real name) and I exchanged a number of pm's and e-mails as well as a few skypes before we decided to meet. We live about 40 miles from each other so we decided to meet somewhere in the middle, about 20 miles of traveling one way for each of us. Mary is in her mid-40's and...
My best friend, T, and I were coming up to our house to watch a video, as I drove into the drive way I saw dad slam the door and mutter “I’m going to the club” as he screeched off in his car. When T and I entered the house mum was tearful and we didn’t know what to do. I motioned for T to sit down and mum asked him if he wanted a drink, he said he did.As I loaded the video up mum came in with some drinks, I asked her if she was alright and she said she was and then she went upstairs. Twenty...
The previous day she had been wearing a short skirt and platform heels the entire day, when I had met her, and nearly every subject we spoke on she connected with sex somehow. My girl knew from the way I had been watching her friend's legs stroll down the street in front of us that I was probably going to try and fuck her. She also knew that if her old friend said no that it would only be rougher for her. She had thought about warning Karen not to say no, but had decided her slutty friend...
A little later in the week I talked to Rachel some more. She told me Eric would be into the idea of me being there while they fucked and them treating me kind of like their cuck. We set up a time for Saturday. They had plans for the night, so they wanted to do something early in the day, which was fine with me.Although I never had the feelings for Rachel like I did for Sarah, Rachel is very attractive. A pretty blonde girl, busty, curvy. She's soft in the right places. Unlike Sarah, I've...
My girlfriend lives alone, so whenever I am at her house by myself, while she's out clubbing or working, I always take the opportunity to go through all of her sexy clothes and lingerie and dress up like the slut that I crave to be.I undressed and put on a pair of white fishnet stockings, a black thong, mini skirt, black and white see through top and a sexy pair of silver high heels. I set my camera up at the end of the bed and set it to record myself in various poses. After a while doing this,...
Crossdressing"Dude, I need your help, and it's gonna sound crazy, okay?" Caleb immediately said as he opened his front door to let his friend in.His best friend Adam has just arrived after receiving a frantic phone call from Caleb only twenty minutes earlier explaining that it was an absolute emergency and that he needed him to come over immediately.Caleb lived not too far away on the other side of the campus and so he quickly threw on some runners, his jogging shorts and a gray sweater and headed over to...