Chapter 5
Sleep came quickly for Doris Ferguson, who, like her son, had become drowsy from the wine.
As is so often the case, however, after one has imbedded an inordinate amount of an alcoholic beverage, she awakened after some two hours of deep sleep, feeling a nervous, rattled sensation in her body. Doris also felt a slight headache, but not enough to make her feel ill. She was simply not used to drinking in the quantity that she had imbibed with her son a short time earlier, and it left her nerves in a somewhat jangled state.
Since it was a warm evening, Doris had disdained wearing either pajamas or a negligee and had instead gone to sleep in her filmy red bikini panties and matching brassiere.
As she lay there in the still darkness of her bedroom, Doris thought back to the strangely peculiar moment earlier in the evening when she had alertly observed a noticeable swelling at the crotch against the tight outline of her son Mike's khaki Army trousers. She could hardly believe that the new Doris was affecting even her son.
She thought back to the occasion a few months back when she had been lying beside the backyard swimming pool in a tight-fitting black bikini when the young man who was then servicing the pool arrived, immediately reacting in her presence with a noticeable bulge in his faded blue jeans.
Eventually nature took its course and Doris led the handsome young man, who appeared to be no older than her son, inside the house. She recalled with fondness how good it had felt to completely let herself go for the first time since the tragic death of her husband and allow this homey young man to completely take charge of things, to dominate her with his thick erect penis as he let his fingers sink ever so deeply against her firm, ripe ass-cheeks, which twisted ever so resolutely while his sadistic cock with its skewering thickness kept ramming sharply inside her.
It had been like a coming of age for the hungry widow, who had spent so many months disconsolately sulking and weeping over the loss of her husband. But now she was being dominated by a captivating young man who assertively imbedded his fingers sharply against her ripe ass-flesh while his meaty penis kept driving into the warm, inspiring wetness of her womb.
She reached out with her quivering fingers, letting them plunge solidly against the small of her lover's back. While his pistoning wild shaft kept digging relentlessly against the moistness of her hair-fringed fissure, she wailed loudly, then gasped as she reached the tumultuous highlight of the devastating act when the spraying droplets of her warm pussy nectar would lewdly splash from her throbbing pink slit.
As her sleek white alabaster legs kicked forward with unabated passion, the spraying juices commenced to descend from her blazing, volcanic mound. When the juices started to spray from Doris' moist, sweltering slit, her ardently pursuing lover knew that the time had arrived and that he could no longer hold back the seething floodtide of slippery sloshing cum that must inevitably flow eagerly from the end of his hot, connonading cock.
He reached down and let his sturdy fingers imbed themselves with sharp, piercing need against the pink tips of Doris' hardened strawberry nipples. His twisting body kicked and jack-knifed several times in rapid succession as his cock hammered into her accommodating moist slit and his balls began trembling in an ever rising torrent of lust.
Doris could never forget the ultimate deluge of thick white viscous male sperm that spilled with wanton desire from the spongy tip of her lover's mammoth cock-head, unloading with voluminous ecstasy into her sizzling female cleft.
Doris closed her eyes and thought about that beautiful occasion. She tried to recall the name of her beautiful lover. It took several moments of silent reflection until she finally remembered that his name was Steve.
It crushed her to think of the fact that there were only three such beautiful occasions in all, in which she had shared her body in mutual bliss with the young pool serviceman Steve.
One afternoon she saw a tall, gray-haired man cleaning the pool. Doris recalled how her heart had sank. She walked into the backyard and asked what had happened to Steve.
"Oh, he was just a summer replacement," the gray-haired man told her. "He went back to college."
"I see," Doris had replied blankly.
As she walked back into the house, the tears were already beginning to well up in Doris' eyes. She was only happy that she had her back turned to the new pool serviceman so that he couldn't see them. Now all she had were memories, and she didn't know what she could do to find someone to replace young Steve, who had brought her out of mourning and caused her to see herself in a light that had not been visible since the early years of her marriage.
As Doris continued to lie there in the stilled darkness of her bedroom, she thought about how she had gone out a few times with dates arranged by well-intentioned friends. When those efforts proved markedly unsuccessful, Doris, on the advice of a divorced female friend, joined a singles club. The men that she met through the organization left her cold, and now there she was, a woman who had been brought into the open and revolutionized by a hot young college student, who had found a willing sex partner, and now she was alone again, unable to find anyone who could rekindle those same fires for her.
As she lay there in the darkened bedroom in no more than her skimpy panties and brassiere, Doris' eyes closed once more. With one resolute forward movement her hands, as they had done so many lonely evenings lately, began a tremorous descent over the tiniest bulge of her belly, across the flat firmness of her abdomen.
A tickling brush of light fleecy pubic hair teased the tips of her fingers like a feather and she felt her pulse quicken until the blood pulsed in her temples.
Oh Steve, where have you gone? she asked herself silently. He was just a young guy out for a thrill, never dreaming just how badly she needed him or the void that he was filling in her life. How she needed the right stiff prick gliding ever so dominantly up between her twisting, curvaceous legs and into her quivering wet womb, driving frantically as they pushed simultaneously toward a liberating and equally fulfilling climax.
Doris felt her breasts majestically swell as her chest rose and fell with the desperate tempo of her breathing. Her ever hardening nipples excitedly scraped against the wispy material of her tight-fitting brassiere, which longed to be removed.
As Doris' eyes slowly opened, she reached out behind her with restless dangling fingers and probed quickly on her brassiere straps. After a few moments of anxious, nervous finger fumbling, the straps popped free and her brassiere bounced off of her, landing on the floor as her now liberated firm white breasts enjoyed their newly won freedom by standing out in all their jutting ecstasy.
Her fingers trembled with an ever swelling acute need as they moved lightly through the downy softness of her pubic vee as her fingers eased their way beneath her filmy panties and against the forbidden territory of her hungry womanhood.
After running her fingers with ravenous desire against her wet hungry slit for a few moments, Doris removed them, reaching out with both hands as her quiveringly alive fingers grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of her panties. She tilted her sleek white curvaceous legs upward slightly as she slowly eased her crisp panties down them. They kept dropping with ever accelerating quickness until they reached her ankles. At that point the voluptuous Doris kicked them off, after which her eyes widened as she stared at her sizzling hair-studded cleft.
Now that she was deliriously and nakedly alive with passionate desire, the sultry widow raised her knees and opened her thighs widely in anticipation of the exhilarating moment that was looming ever nearer at hand.
Doris' middle finger moved into the moist slit of her vagina, edging closer to the nervous sensual pearl of her clitoris, the flaming bud which itched with surging sensual desire.
Her heart pounded thunderously and beads of sweat began to surface on Doris' forehead and down both legs as her lips parted and a sigh of pleasure rippled from her throat.
"Mmmmm," she gasped, her body wiggling under the frantically rising crescendo of lust.
Doris found the deliriously pulsing tiny bud of her clitoris. Her smoothly gliding fingertips began to ever so softly and lightly caress it, fondling it like a precious jewel.
Her sleek slender thighs splayed even further apart as her other hand dipped over the curve of her soft yet firm inner leg. Doris' stiffened middle finger wiggled its way engagingly into the fervent heat of her thin, hair-rimmed, seethingly wet pussy. She groaned loudly as her plunging finger, rigid like the hard uncompromising prick that she was fantasizing about and needed so badly, moved into the sloshing, clasping wet grip of her desire-filled cunt.
Doris' electrified fingers began to move faster now and the gurgling moan of torrid arousal that escaped the voluptuous blonde's lips grew louder until it became an incessant humming whimper of mewlish animal excitement while her entire body became increasingly heated with wanton lust.
"Ooooohhhh, aaaahhhh," Doris moaned throatily as her ripe, shapely buttocks jerked back and forth and her fingers slashed with lewd moistness as they slithered repeatedly over the passion-engorged node of her craving clitoris and into the clinging warm depths of her hot wet cunt.
As Doris continued to moan softly, she felt the trim shapely halves of her alabaster-toned buttocks clench and unclench as she ground down with acute waves of hunger against the mattress beneath her squirming young body. Her breath came in shallow, gasping spurts as the swelling passions within her aching loins welled into a torrent of whirling, deafening desires.
She sighed once more and let her wiggling hips writhe with ever searing need as Doris felt the un-quenched passions gnaw with insistent heat at her insides like a runaway prairie fire raging out of control.
Doris held her breath, then let out one loud last gasp as the surging need rose with deafening desire. The splattering juices then sprayed from her sizzling mound, splashing in a torrent of wild, unmitigated desire down her legs, forming a slippery tributary while she threw her head back and moaned once more.
"Ooooooohhhh, how gooooddddd," she gulped.
As her wet fingers slowly drew back from her squishy cunt, Doris looked up suddenly and was quickly jolted into speechlessness.
Her body suddenly stiffened as she kept staring ahead, her throat caught in what seemed to be a vise-like grip.