Legacy of a Caring Man

Softly, Don blurted out, "No, I did not steal it. I downloaded it from a site Art told me to check. I did not know you were in it. He wants us to get together. He is worried about you."

I was stunned and no longer angry, and mumbled, "Art's worried about you too. I brought you apple pie."

Don took the pie, placed it on the coffee table, hugged me, and said, "Thank you."

Don and I stood hugging each other; I felt his stiff cock pushing in to my belly and his hands rubbing my back. It felt good to be hugged by a hard-bodied man.

I managed to ask, "How many times did you watch the clip?"

"Many times. You're gorgeous," he replied.

I was glad he thought I was gorgeous and I mumbled, "I'm embarrassed."

Don said, "I did not mean to embarrass you. I admire you. I want to take care of you," and gently nudged me to sit in a chair, slid to his knees, and began to rub my bare feet and legs.

I felt a rush of affection for Don; I slowly opened my knees, allowing him to rub my thighs. After a few minutes, looking in to my eyes for approval, he pulled down my shorts and removed my blouse. I crossed my arms to cover myself as best as I could, but he nudged them apart.

Don exclaimed, "You are lovely," and began to rub my white panties-covered crotch and fondle my bra-covered boobs.

I said, "You're just lonesome. What do you see in me?"

In a quivering voice, Don said, "You're a very voluptuous lady; also very kind. I care for you," and, after planting numerous kisses on my thighs, buried his face in my crotch.

I said, "You want me because I'm not like your ex-wife."

He said, "Yes and Art wants me to take care of you."

My pussy had been oozing and Don must have smelled my arousal; he pushed his face in to my wet-panties and licked the nectar-covered fabric. Inadvertently, I opened my thighs wider. He lifted his head from my crotch, quickly pulled down my panties, and buried his face in my wet crotch. His hot breath on my crotch aroused me more. I lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. I then grasped his head with both hands and pulled his face in to my juicy pussy. Like a thirsty boy, he licked my wet pussy and clit, and swallowed my love nectar.

I held on to his hair, wailing as I convulsed with an orgasm, "Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Babyyyy. Cummmimng. Cummmmming."

I knew Don was aroused very much, but I was not ready to let him fuck me; I was afraid that he would plunge his big dick in to my wide-open pussy. But, he had his head still buried in my crotch. I nudged his head away, stood up, and, when I pulled him up to stand, I saw a huge cum stain on his shorts. I went to the bathroom and returned with several tissues.

I said, "I'm not ready to sleep with you," and, while hugging him, I pulled his shorts down, and grasped his pulsing, cum-smeared cock.

As I slowly pumped his stiff cock, I grasped his firm buttocks; he gasped, "Don't stop; it feels good."

Don had a long climax and I trapped his copious cum in the tissues. His cock was still firm and its head was slick. Quickly, before I could react, he started French kissing me passionately and was humping my crotch. Somehow his cock ended up at the slick entrance of my pussy and his cock head went in to my love channel.

I panicked and pushed him away with all my strength, and said sternly, "Art is still alive. I cannot do that."

Weakly, Don said, "Ok," and pulled out his cock head.

I got dressed and left. During the next week, Art became very weak and I spent many hours with him; Don visited him several times.

As he drove me to the nursing home, Don said, "I have to go to England for the spring semester and the summer. I'm concerned about leaving you and Art."

I said, "Don't worry about us. I will take care of Art. You go to England; Art and I will be happy for you. Send us an occasional email message; we would love to hear from you."

Art died a week after Don left for England. I stayed busy taking care of the house, mourning for Art, and taking care of his estate. Rose was supportive during the time I was grieving. After about six months, I started working as a volunteer at a day care for children. I resumed using Art's email address and began to communicate with friends. As I began to get back to living a normal life, Rose encouraged me to start dating men, especially to get in touch with Don. One day, I received a message from Don that he was doing well in Europe; I replied to him suggesting that he call at his convenience.

**

I started reading erotica on the Internet; in particular, a story by one D. F. Stone about a man's longing for his older landlady caught my eye. After I read the story a second time, it seemed that the description of the landlady's appearance was very close, if not identical, to mine; also, in the author's dream, she wore thigh highs and colored her hair dark brown, like I did. There were hot descriptions of the older woman removing her bra and the younger man suckling on her slightly sagging boobs; she raising and opening her long legs wide, and letting him kiss her thigh high-covered legs and thighs, and lick and suck her hairy pussy. The younger man goes away for an extended period of time to Europe. He dreams of returning to his former landlady and fucking her for a whole week.

I looked at the cancelled rent checks Don had given me and saw that his name printed on them was, Donald F. Stone. I wondered if Don wrote that story. But, there was the usual disclaimer about no connection to real-life characters; also, the older woman's name was Mary, not Myrna. After debating for a while, I sent the author an anonymous message: 'I'm an older woman who also likes a younger man who rented a small apartment. I wish my young man would come back to me. I hope he would at least call the landlady.'

On a Sunday in August, my phone rang. It was Don. He explained that he was using the Internet to make the call with little cost to him. We talked for a long time about how I was doing after Art passed away and his work in London.

I was beginning to worry that he did not want to return to me, when he said, "I still care for you. Can I see you?"

I said, "Yes, I care for you too."

Don said, "I have to start teaching in couple of weeks. I want to visit my daughter for a few days. Can I come to see you Labor Day weekend?"

I said, "Yes. We can go from the airport to Art's cottage."

He said, "Can't wait to see you."

After I hung up the phone, I undressed and looked at myself in a full-length mirror: I had a good figure, with mostly wrinkle-free skin, slightly sagging boobs with large nipples, and a slight bulge above my waist. My hips were smooth and well-rounded, but not too wide. My legs were nicely formed and muscular. I did have a few grey pubic hairs, but I had a large clit. Overall, I looked to be a 45 year old woman. For the first time after Art died, I used my favorite vibrator and gave myself two satisfying orgasms. But, I longed for Don's hard body and his big cock.

DON RETURNS HOME

Don's plane was due to arrive around Noon on Friday. I had my hair done just like Art used to like. I showered and shaved my legs and armpits. I put on a blue lift-up bra and crotch-less panties, and wore a low-cut, sleeve-less blue sheath, that show cased my swelling boobs. I put on sheer, silk, black, thigh highs I had on in the sex video. I chose a pink, soft, shimmering shawl to warm my shoulders from cool, air-conditioned, air. I put on a thin gold necklace and the diamond earrings Art gave me for my 50th birthday.

After I hugged Don, he handed me a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. Then, I saw him glancing down to catch the wonderful view of my exposed swell of my boobs. My neckline was doing exactly what I had hoped for: my sexy bosom had gotten Don's attention. I looked up at my beaming boyfriend and smiled knowingly.

As we drove, I said, "I would like some lunch, may be pasta and salad."

In the restaurant, we sat at a corner table. After I had a glass of wine, I became tipsy.

Surreptitiously, while looking in to Don's eyes, I rubbed his crotch and felt his cock grow; I said, "He likes me."

I then placed Don's right hand on my left knee. He slowly moved his hand to my panties-covered crotch and rubbed it to make me more excited; he stopped just as the waitress brought our food. During the meal, I learned from Don that Lisa was turning out to be a well-adjusted girl. I told him that Art's friends, Chuck and Rose, wanted to play golf on Sunday morning; they also invited us to lunch on Saturday. All the way home, I saw Don stealing glances at my sexy bosom and had a hard on.

As soon as we entered the cottage, I threw myself in to Don's arms. He dropped his bag on the floor, took me in his muscular arms and French kissed me. He turned me to face the large mirror on the living room wall and, after kissing my neck and bare shoulders, grasped my covered boobs; slowly, he removed my dress and grasped my bulging boobs. Continuing to kiss my neck, he moved his hands down my front to my tummy and then to my crotch. He smiled when his fingers felt my slick pussy and matted pubic hair. I turned my head to let him kiss my mouth and raised my arms to place them around his neck; just as I had expected, he rubbed my smooth under arms and armpits. Soon, he returned his right hand to my pussy and, using two fingers, scooped my love juice and licked it.

Wanting him to lick and suck my pussy, I hissed, "There's more there, lover. Suck me."

After Don got on his knees in front of me, I steered his face to my sopping pussy. I held on to his head as he licked my labia and on my engorged clit. I ran my fingers through his hair, rubbing his face deeper into my groin. He plunged his tongue into my pussy and swirled it around and around; it seemed he was sopping up my love juice. It felt good from the moment his mouth touched my pussy and I moaned continuously as a wonderful orgasm swept from deep my uterus and my pussy convulse on his mouth.

When I saw Don's smiling face coated with my pussy nectar, I got the urge to kiss it. I sat next to him and, as I was kissing his lips, I saw the tent his cock had formed in his shorts.

I giggled and said, "Looks like you want me," and helped him remove all his clothes.

Don tried to get up, but I nudged him to lie back on the soft rug, straddled his waist, and slowly pushed his cock, inch-by-inch, in to my vagina. I rested for several moments to let my love channel adjust to his throbbing, hard, cock. When I looked up, I saw he had propped himself on his arms to get a good view of his cock going in and out of my belly.

He mumbled, "I'm close. I have been chaste. Are you ok without protection?"

I said, "Glad you were chaste. I can't get pregnant."

Don first smiled and then shyly said, "Do the squat, please."

I blushed when I realized he referred to a favorite position of Art on the video: I first squatted exposing to Don's view my pussy plugged by his cock deep in me and then fucked him taking his cock deep in to me. After I clenched his cock with my pussy wall, I started fucking; his cock pulsed, releasing many jets of his warm cum near my uterus. In spite of the spurts of his cum squirting in my tunnel, I continued humping his cock. My pussy got very wet and squishy.

After savoring Don's pulsing cock in my pussy for a while, I said, "I need to clean up. Stay here, honey," and I rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.

After I put on a see-through white negligee, I returned with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned Don's still erect cock. He smiled as I examined and cleaned his veined cock and hairy sack of balls.

I pulled Don to stand up and said, "It's a nice evening; let's sit in the lanai and watch the waves on the lake. I will bring us some wine, cheese, and crackers."

When I bent down to pour the wine in to two glasses, Don gently grasped my unfettered, hanging, boobs, and said, "They are beautiful. I love to fondle them."

I giggled, gently grasped Don's semi-erect cock, and said, "You have a beautiful cock," and slid to my knees between his splayed thighs.

I took his big, slick, cock in to my mouth; it felt good to have a stiff cock in my mouth. Don moaned with pleasure; he also gently pinched my nipples. I felt a dab of his oozing cum on my tongue. At the same time, I felt my pussy nectar seeping out. He pulled me up to sit on his thigh. We French kissed and I felt his fingers rub my clit and vaginal walls.

Don said, "It's full moon today; the lake looks beautiful."

I said, "Art and I made love here on many such evenings."

Shyly, Don said, "I want to love you on the love swing."

I walked to the love swing, sat in it, leaned back, and whispered, "Love me, stud."

Don placed my feet in the stirrups and said, "You look lovely in the moonlight," and, much to my delight, planted several kisses on my smooth legs and thighs, and licked my gaping, slick, pussy several times.

Staring at my crotch intently, he slowly pushed his throbbing cock in to my slick pussy. He stood still for a moment to savor my tight channel; to add to his stimulation, he leaned forward and grasped my slightly flattened boobs, and began to fuck in long, slow, strokes. He groaned with pleasure as he moved his crotch back and forth, and I moaned almost in unison. The combination of my nipples being gently pinched and my stretched vaginal walls repeatedly scraped by Don's cock led my body heightened my arousal. Soon, I had to a thunderous orgasm. My considerate lover paused to let me savor my orgasm before resuming to repeatedly plunging his big shaft in to my lubricated pussy and depositing a large load of cum deep in my pussy.

Don said, "That's the best fuck ever," and stretched out on the large couch.

When I returned to the lanai after freshening up, Don was asleep on the couch. I covered him up with a light blanket, kissed him on his lips, and went to bed. Sometime during the night, he crawled in to bed on my right side and wrapped his right arm around my waist. I turned to my right to hug him and my left hand brushed against his stiff cock. I was thrilled because it has been a long time since I touched a firm cock in the middle of the night in my bed.

I grasped firmly his firm cock, giggled, and said, "You're insatiable."

Don whispered, "Don't blame me; you're a beautiful woman," and started to fondle my boobs and suckle my nipples.

Hearing me moan, he said, "You can sleep on top of me," and pulled me on top of him.

I cooed, "There's no point in wasting a stiff cock," and slowly pushed it in to my still slick pussy.

I must have fallen asleep, but I was awakened by my lover lifting my crotch off his body, finding a comfortable angle, and vigorously fucking me; I went back to sleep after he stopped fucking.

Later, I heard my lover whisper, "It's your turn to fuck," and, gladly, I obliged him.

The rest of the night I was either dreaming or getting fucked by my young lover; he must have had at least one climax, but I had several orgasms. When I felt Don's cock slip out of my dripping pussy, I turned to sleep and felt his wet, flaccid cock, in the crevice of my ass.

**

When I woke up, Don was still sleeping. I took a long shower, put on a tight, low-cut, red, tank top, and pink shorts, and went to make coffee. The sun was shining brightly when I heard Don taking a shower.

A short time later, he came to the kitchen, kissed me on my cheek, and said, "You look lovely. I'm hungry."

I smiled and said, "All we have is coffee. Let's go out for breakfast and pick up a few groceries; we should be back in time for lunch with Chuck and Rose. Later, I would like to do a load of laundry."

Several times during breakfast and grocery shopping, I saw Don look admiringly at my bare arms, my cleavage, and my boobs pressing against the tight tank top.

He reached over the dishes, held my hands, and said, "You're so beautiful, Myrna. I love your large, blue, eyes."

I asked, "What else you like, baby."

Shyly, he whispered, "Would you wear the blue bustier later? You looked gorgeous in it."

Blushing, I said, "It seems like you want to see me in sexy clothes. Didn't Audrey wear any for you?"

He said, "No. She preferred expensive dress clothes and shoes. In the bedroom, she was very conservative."

I said, "Did you and Audrey make love after Lisa was born?"

He said, "A few times. Often, I felt I was imposing myself on her."

I realized then that Don was a horny young man who would love me every chance I gave him. He cared for me because I was a warm and caring person who enjoyed being loved by him. He did not care that I was older than him.

Don carried the groceries to the kitchen and, as I placed them in the refrigerator, he kept rubbing my bare arms and thighs. As soon as I was done with the groceries, he slid to his knees and started kissing my thighs.

I said, "Baby, we have to go for lunch with Chuck and Rose."

Don pleaded, "Just a taste of your love nectar, please."

Obligingly, I lowered my shorts and panties, leaned against the kitchen counter, and raised my left leg. Don stuck his face in my crotch and avidly licked my hairy pussy for several minutes.

I pleaded with him, "You can have more later. We got to go."

Quickly, I put on a bra, a loose-fitting, pink, halter top, and a knee-length, white, cotton skirt; I skipped putting on my panties.

As we walked to our neighbors, Don said, "I met Rose once. It seems that Chuck is younger than her."

I said, "Yes. His bald head makes him look lot older; I think he is about 15 years younger than her."

Later, as I was about to knock on their door, I whispered to Don, "Baby, I have no panties on."

After a while, Chuck opened the door and welcomed us. I thought Rose did not realize it was a warm day for Capri pants and looked flustered. While I helped Rose fix lunch, Chuck and Don talked somberly; I assumed it was about their good friend, Art. However, by the time lunch was served on the patio, everyone was cheerful. I sat across from Don and flashed him my naked crotch several times; to acknowledge each delightful glimpse, Don licked his lips every time he got a good view of my crotch. By the time we returned home, Don and I were aroused considerably. After serving coffee and chocolate cake, Rose and Chuck said they would take care of the cleaning. After I told Rose that I would like to have lunch with her and plan for regular visits, we left.

**

I was standing in front of the mirror in the living room when I asked Don, "Should I wear Art's favorite bustier?"

Don mumbled, "You look lovely as you are; I want to taste the sweet treasure you were flashing."

As I blushed, I placed my right foot on a step stool to open my crotch. Quickly, Don slid to his knees, pushed his head underneath my skirt, grasped my hips and buttocks, and began to lick my juicy pussy. In the mirror, I watched his head move up and down as he lapped at my pussy like a hungry cat slurping milk. As my breathing became heavy, his mouth latched on to clit and he alternated between sucking and letting go of my large clit. I held on to his head as my body convulsed and I had an intense orgasm.

I said, "I'll put on Art's favorite bustier; it will take only a couple of minutes."

Don hissed, "Hurry up. I can't wait too long."

Quickly, in my bedroom, I put on the open-cup, bright-blue bustier that accentuated my plump boobs. I was about to put on split-crotch fishnet panties when a totally nude Don, sporting a huge hard on, walked in.

I was staring at his waving cock when he grasped me around my waist and hissed, "Lovely. Lovely. I can't wait."

I knew I teased him too much and said, "Ok. Take me, baby."

He nudged me to bend over the dressing table and raised my buttocks; he was wildly humping my ass until I grasped his cock and directed it to the opening of my pussy. Quickly, he pushed his leaking cock deep in to my slick pussy. He grasped my swaying boobs and pumped his cock in frenzy in and out of my pussy. While hanging on to the dresser tightly, I watched in awe in the mirror, his passion-filled face, and his quivering chest muscles. In his passion, he lifted me off the carpet by my waist, and fucked me in short, rapid-fire, strokes. As his cock pulsed repeatedly inside my pussy, he groaned loudly. After several minutes, he put me down, laid his head on my back, but his cock was still firm and buried in my pussy.