Senior Citizen's Eden By Jim Stanley Chapter 48 George, Nora, and Tom Part 1
My relationship with my mother began almost as soon as my parents arrived from Texas. I had just gotten a divorce and lived alone in Ohio. My mother called one day to talk and acknowledged that Dad wasn't doing too well. She wondered if at this stage of their life they could continue living alone. I suggested they move in with me and that's where the story begins.
From the first day, it was evident that Dad had slowed down tremendously. The slower gait, the slurred speech, the weakness in his arms and legs attested to that fact. Both Mom and Dad were very close all their life, a loving couple in the best sense of that phrase. It was on that first day that Dad said to me in the presence of my Mom, "Your Mom has been having problems with her legs and lower back. I've been massaging them daily but it's getting to be too much. Would you be able to fill in?"
"I'll try Dad; I'll try Mom" I said, and as an aside to my Dad, "I just hope I can do as well as you did."
"Do you have some time now, Hon?" my Mom asked.
"Sure. You'll have to give me some help though on where it hurts and if I'm helping or hindering."
Dad settled down in front of the TV, a position he would assume more and more as time went on. I almost had the feeling that he never realized he asked the question. That was to become more evident over the days that followed. He seemed to withdraw from reality more and more.
"Hon, let me take a shower first. Then we can get started."
"Great," I responded.
I sat with Dad watching TV while Mom bathed. He sat quietly, almost unaware of my presence beside him. The television acted as a pacifier. There was little evidence of any intelligent reaction to any of the events unfolding before his eyes. There was a boyishness in his demeanor now, a childlike acceptance of all things. It was there, too, when he was well. But now it differed in his responsiveness. He was still the handsome man he had always been and perhaps even more distinguished now in his 70's, the gray hair accenting the tan he acquired over the years of living in the South.
"Hon, I'm ready," Mom called from the bedroom.
There was no reaction from Dad, even as I excused myself. In the bedroom, Mom lay on her stomach on the bed, wearing a white bathrobe that covered her otherwise nude body.
"The oil I use is on the bed stand, Hon. Squirt it on and rub it in. That's the way your Dad did it. It always helped."
I began with her feet and calves. I massaged them gently, applying some pressure to the inner sole, a technique I'd learned from the reflexologist I frequented over the years. With long smooth strokes, I massaged the calves and feet. Mom's only comments were happy sighs of relief or an occasional comment that came out a mumbled, "That's nice, Hon."
My attention was drawn to the darkness that lay under the bathrobe high on her thighs. I had never seen my Mom's pussy this close. I had seen her naked on a number of occasions over the years. More than once, we disrobed together along with my Dad at the beach house they owned in Corpus Christi. I remembered the firm breasts that bounced teasingly as she donned her suit. In later years, I accidentally walked into the bathroom as she bathed. The unexpectedness of this encounter afforded only a momentary glance, but I took in the less firm but still attractive breasts that I remembered from those early days. In a way, they were sexier, more tubular now and less firm, swaying freely with each movement of her body. Another time, I witnessed Dad and her having sex at the beach house. I'd gone swimming and returned earlier than expected. As I approached the house, I heard low moans coming from the bedroom. I guessed their source and crept closer to the open window to get a glimpse of their lovemaking. A gentle coastal wind separated the curtain to allow for intermittent but complete views of Mom sitting on Dad's cock, riding it uninhibitedly and with obvious relish. Her breasts heaved in the excitement as Dad's cock drove deep and hard into her agitated cunt, dripping wet with their love juices. My concealed and unobstructed view of the sensuality of this primitive and wild love allowed me to watch it to its fulfillment as they reversed positions, Dad now on top. His large, engorged 8 inch cock drove deep into her cunt as she screamed her hotness to him in return, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Give it to me. Oh God I'm coming." I watched close up as his balls slapped against her asshole and their combined fluids merged as if a font, a white viscous river streaming down her thighs, soaking her groin and the sheets on which they lay. My excitement was such that my cock spewed its own hot cum into my bathing suit, its excess running down my leg to my ankles and feet creating its own river of excitement.
All of this flashed before me as my hands massaged closer to the darkness beneath her robe. Accidentally, my fingers touched and felt the inner warmth of her vagina. I drew back expecting some response. To my surprise, she merely sighed and spread her legs slightly more apart. Brazenly, I probed further. I massaged the innermost crevice of her groin, her pubic hairs grazing my thumbs as they gently pressed and massaged the muscles of the thigh. I lingered long here, using long strokes from the knee to the groin, allowing my thumbs to press on the crevice that lay between the leg and the vulva. Slowly, I moved my thumbs back and forth, culminating at the juncture of the anus. With each stroke, the anus separated in a pucker, as two lips opening to utter a word. In this case, no such utterance came forth except for the moisture of the hole and the sighs emitted by Mom, as if beckoning for attention. Her buttocks were large but flaccid as it is with older women who have gone through their years of childbearing. They were supple to the touch, responding to the pressure of the palm of my hand and my thumb.
I realized, too, that my cock ached with passion, seeking fulfillment. I took a moment to arrange it so that it lay upward, pressed to my stomach. In the rearrangement, it was clear that my underwear and pants were wet with the arousal that bordered on orgasm.
Finishing the massage, I started to say something when I heard a snore from Mom. It was just as well. My cock ached from the throbbing hardness and sought relief. I covered her with a blanket and headed for my room where I lay naked and, with a few strokes of my hand, spewed a torrent of cum all over myself. It took all I could to keep myself from screaming the release, but managed to suppress it, fearing Dad would hear and wonder about its source. I lay there breathing heavily for a long moment, the thought of my mother's cunt so close to me. I could smell the sensuality of her naked body. My body shivered with excitement, the excitement of inserting my hot throbbing cock into her hot vagina and erupting with her into a joyous orgasm, celebrating our oneness, our unity, our love for one another. The throbbing wouldn't cease and I took my cock in hand once more and stroked slowly, reliving the tender moments of the massage until I erupted anew, my cum, once again drenching my thighs and belly. Arousal continued and I swiped my hand through my cum drenched body and ate, sucking my palm and fingers of my abundant love juices.
I must have dozed a while. When I awoke, the house seemed very quiet. I put a bathrobe on and went into the living room, where Dad sat, still watching television. He acknowledged my presence with a nod and asked about Mom. I mentioned that she was asleep after the massage. We watched together for a long time without saying a word until I heard some movement from the bedroom where Mom was asleep. Several minutes passed and Mom appeared saying, "Hon, I'm sorry I fell asleep. But your massage was heavenly. Your grip and pressure is so much better than Dad's. I feel like a million dollars right now."
"That's good to hear Mom. I'll look forward to tomorrow and other massages."
We spent the rest of the evening in small chit chat, with Dad taking very little interest. His withdrawal from reality and life concerned both of us and, even when we talked of it in his presence, there was very little response.
The days passed into weeks and I continued to massage Mom on a daily basis. The same sensuality that drove the first massage continued unabated in subsequent massages. There was more, however. About the 4th day into the daily massage routine, I openly announced to Mom that I would be working in my shorts, clothes being a hindrance and, obviously, too hot. Mom commented, "I was going to suggest that. You work so hard." My imagination ran rampant after this. While massaging, I could now kneel over her buttocks while massaging her back. I let it all hang out, literally, and allowed my cock to float freely outside my jockey shorts over the crack in her ass as my hands slid up her back to her neck and backwards, her asshole being an end point. The first time I tried this, my cock naturally slid along the crack of her ass as I moved forward and back. My hard cock ached with passion, feeling the warmth of her ass on the underside of my cock. The precum poured from my cock and became a lotion in itself. I operated on the assumption that she would interpret the smooth movement as part of the massage and the lotion. Not long into this new procedure, my cock could endure no more and my cock exploded with my hot cum, squirting up her back to her shoulder blades. How I maintained my composure was beyond me. I screamed internally and kept my sense of purpose only by continuing the massage, massaging my hot cum into her back. At other times, I would position myself at about her mid-thighs, allowing for the tip of my hard and throbbing cock to barely touch the entrance to her warm cunt. The pleasure derived from this method was beyond description. I detected, not only warmth from the opening to the vagina but abundant moisture which I interpreted as her sexual response to my massage. In this position, there was a noticeable retro response from Mom, as if she were moving her vagina backward to feel a deeper thrust of my cock. I couldn't be sure so I continued to assume that she was unaware of my machinations. The abundance of precum on my cock added to the incredible pleasure I derived from this ever so slight penetration, the pleasure growing more intense at the thought that obsessed me of feeling my hot and throbbing cock inside her hot cunt. This procedure, too, led to orgasms that defied description, the cum splattering the crevice of her ass, back and thighs. I prayed that my heavy breathing wouldn't give me away or that the intense beat of my heart would be heard by her. But as before, she would elicit only a sigh indicating her submission to my manipulations and the pleasure that they brought. Once, in one hour, I came three times and cautioned myself against further lack of restraint lest my doings became suspect. I must add here that it wasn't all a question of lack of restraint. The orgasms came on their own accord, abetted by the incestual aspect of the massage on a person intimately connected with one's life. I anticipated some reaction except that none came except for a quiet sigh of pleasure.
Dad too seemed to be growing more and more withdrawn. We decided to take him to a doctor and the prognosis was not good. After some testing, it was determined that he had undergone some minor strokes which accounted for the withdrawal. It became evident that he would need some assistance in coming days.
Once home, Mom and I talked about a strategy for caring for Dad. She would care for his diet and I would care for his physical needs, bathing, exercising, and general rehab. These began almost immediately. Daily, I would lead Dad into the bathroom for his bath. His response was almost childlike. In order to lower him into the bath, I realized that I had to get in the tub with him, have him face me with his hands around my neck and lower him gently into the tub. At first I did this with my underwear. Getting my shorts wet, in the process, I decided to get completely nude for all baths afterwards. Mom assisted at times, washing Dad's head and face as I tended to his feet, legs, cock, and asshole. At first, Mom's presence was a little disconcerting. I feared, mostly, that my cock would harden and embarrass her and me. But aside from slight semi erection, all went well. Dad seemed not to respond much to washing his cock. A little tumescence would appear, but, otherwise, there was little response. As time went on, however, this changed. Often he would end up with a fairly rigid hard on, not nearly the way I saw it on that day when he fucked my mother at the beach house, but, still, rigid. Once, after the bath as I rubbed him down with oil, he pointed to his cock with a hand motion. I ignored it at first but as he persisted I saw that he meant for me to jerk him off. I covered his cock with oil and pressed hard with my left hand at the base so that it stood hard and throbbing. With my right hand, I moved swiftly up and down the beautiful 8 inch shaft. Within a few minutes of this intense manipulation, he came, dribbling his hot cum into my fist, moaning in response to the intensity of the orgasm. After cleaning him up, he would smile gently and pat me on the hand as if to say Thank you. Usually, he slept for hours after that. Once we started, we continued. I waited for those moments when he would motion and it delighted me to jerk his magnificent cock into orgasms that obviously delighted him. I mentioned this to Mom after the second encounter and she smiled her consent, adding, "I've tried to get him to come many times, but my methods don't have the strength that is necessary to maintain an erection."
I didn't say anything to Mom, but, in fact, I had entered the apartment several times while she was in the process of sucking Dad's cock. In one encounter, I heard him comment, "Nora, I just can't seem to get it up anymore." Her response was typical of her kindness, stimulated by the deep love she felt for him as did he for her. "Don't let the lack of hardness bother you. Think of how it brings us close together, loving as we always have but with different results. You know how I love to love you. Let that me my pleasure."
Dad needed watching now. We decided to bring a small single bed into my bedroom where he would sleep, while Mom and I would sleep in the large king sized bed next to him. "Would that be alright, Hon?" she asked.
"That's fine, Mom. I hope you can put up with my snoring."
She added as an afterthought, "I know that you sleep in the nude. Don't let that bother you. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
When bedtime came, the usual rituals were performed. We put Dad to bed, a sleeping pill added to help him drowse off. Mom decided to lay down early and I, instead, decided to watch some television. There wasn't much to view, and, even then, my thoughts moved ahead to the night in bed with Mom and what that might bring. To be honest, I was still uncomfortable with laying nude with Mom. An hour or so passed and I decided to climb into bed. Mom left a small bedside lamp burning and in the dimness of the light, I could make out her nakedness, her breasts showing above the comforter. Obviously, she had accommodated to my sleeping in the nude and did likewise. I slipped under the covers as quietly as I could. My cock stood at full mast, anticipating what might happen. Mom seemed to be asleep. At least, in the quiet of the night, no sound came from her. My body slid under the covers, trying to avoid contact with her body. Our feet touched and some slight movement from Mom indicated that she was awake or partially awake.
"Hon, is that you?"
"Yes, Mom. I'm sorry I disturbed you. Are you OK?"
She mumbled an audible OK and moved close to me, pressing her body close, her left leg crossing my lower extremity, depressing my hard throbbing cock. If she were awake, there is no doubt that she could feel my hard cock pulsing against her left leg. We lay quietly for some time, I, trying to assess the predicament, if it was a predicament, that I was in. Several minutes passed, and our bodies, mutually began to react to our physical contact. My cock, in the movement, slipped lower to her vagina and stood attentively at the entrance of her hot cunt. It wasn't a planned event. It happened quite naturally. We both reacted in tandem. She pushed forward as I did and my cock penetrated the inner sanctum of her womanhood.
I marveled at the warmth of her cunt, the delicious, sensual assuaging warmth that enveloped my cock in its deep penetration of her labia. Our pubic hairs intermingled, our stomachs met, touching softly, sensually. Still, there was no tangible evidence of her awareness of what was transpiring. I lay perfectly still for long moments, my cock aching with passion, a pain of pleasure persisting at the base of my testicles as I held this position. I groaned at the intensity of my lust. At the moment of my climax, she moved, withdrawing her warm, nay, hot cunt from my engorged cock. I turned away at that moment, my cock exploding under the covers, drenching me and the sheet on which I lay. "Oh God," I cried, addressing the excruciating pain of pleasure that emanated from my cock and balls, a torrent of cum spewing from my cock. I dared not move. I sensed that Mom was asleep, completely unaware of this night's occurrence. My breathing quieted and I fell asleep, sleeping the sleep of sleeps, completely oblivious of the wetness that lay under me.
I awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Startled, I felt the dampness under me. I stripped the bed of the linens, noting that some of the wetness had permeated the mattress cover. I grabbed my bathrobe, and headed for the kitchen where the smell of fresh brewed coffee beckoned.
Mom was all sweetness and light. If there was any awareness of last night's encounter, she gave no indication.
"Hon, have some coffee. Did you sleep well last night? I had a marvelous sleep. If you snored, I wasn't at all aware. Dad seems to have had a good night as well. He's still out of it."
Mumbling yeses to her questions, my mind raced back to our night in bed. She wore a negligee and a loosely fitted housecoat and I could make out her firm breasts beneath heaving at each sip of her coffee. The housecoat draped to each side of her firm thighs and I could make out the shadow of the hair of her cunt. I remembered the warmth of her cunt as my cock slid into its embrace and lay throbbing enjoying the wrap of the tender folds of her labia. I felt the pleasure again, my cock dripping its precum into my bathrobe. Dad's voice broke the sensual reverie as he stepped into the kitchen.
"The smell of the coffee woke me. I feel ravenously hungry, too. Nora, can you fry me a couple of eggs. I'll have a slice of toast, as well."
"Glad to see you're up and at `em Dad. It looks like a promising day, maybe for a walk after breakfast. How does that sound?"
"After breakfast, I'll let you know, Tom.
He showed surprisingly good spirits this morning. It was a glimpse of his old self and we all felt good about that.
"George," Nora interrupted, "How about you and me taking that walk this morning? Tom's got plenty to do and we both need to get out and about."
"Sounds, good Nora."
After breakfast, Dad and Mom got dressed and went for their walk. That gave me a chance to put new sheets on the bed. In the bedroom, the night's episode flooded my memory and I felt my cock jump to hard. Disrobing, I lay naked on Mom's side of the mattress, trying to recall the passion of the night before, the smells, the entrance of my hard cock into her cunt, its warmth, our stomachs pressed together, our pubic hairs intertwining and the finale, the gushing of my hot cum over me and the bed sheets. The feeling renewed itself and, once again, my cock sprayed my chest and belly with the hot cum of my passion as it relived last night's reverie. I must have dozed. Startled by the apartment door opening, I leapt up, grabbing my bathrobe, and covered my cum drenched body as I launched into remaking the bed.
"Hi Hon. We're back. Dad's a little worn out and needs to take a nap."
She took note of my making the bed and offered to help, picking the sheets from the floor and putting them in a hamper for washing.
Meanwhile, she put Dad to bed. From the living room, I could see that she tucked him in lovingly, kissing his eyes and brow. She lay with him until he dozed off, all the time caressing him and demonstrating the true and profound love that existed between them all these years.
"He's asleep, Hon. The walk did him in, but probably did him a lot of good, too. I'm going to shower now. Be a darling and make some fresh coffee."
I started a fresh brew of Mr. Coffee and returned to the living room. Rather than watch television, I opted for the CD's and put on some soothing Viennese waltzes and settled down, relaxed, happy, and contented. From where I sat, I could see the bathroom door open and hear the sound of the shower striking the glass doors. I felt my cock stir as I thought about Mom in the shower and rose to see what transpired. Her naked form appeared as a silhouette through the milky-textured glass door, blurred, but quite clear in its outline. Her stomach appeared as a slight protrusion, above which her breasts swung freely as she bent to wash her legs and feet. I watched as her hands washed her vaginal area lovingly, taking care to insert her fingers deep into her vagina. It was a slow and prolonged massage. At one point, I watched as her shoulders leaned back on the shower wall, her stomach and vagina pressed outward, her fingers caressing her pubic area slowly and lovingly. A low moan of gratification rose above the sound of the water and it was evident that she was thoroughly enjoying her massage. My cock pressed hard against my pant leg, throbbing with excitement at Mom's solitary loving. As I watched this sensual reverie, I quickly took off my pants and underwear, and donned a pair of Bermudas from my dresser drawer, returning quickly to my voyeuristic mode. Unfortunately, the water stopped and I returned to the sofa and the Viennese waltzes.
Mom appeared shortly, dressed only in her lounging bathrobe, looking thoroughly refreshed. "I'm ready for a nice cup of coffee now, Hon."
I poured us both a coffee and set in on the table next to the sofa on which she reclined, legs extended, her feet very pink from the warmth of the shower, her cleavage heaving from her sighs of ease and comfort. It was a sexually alluring sight and my cock responded to it immediately.
"Bring your coffee here, Hon, and massage my feet. After our morning walk, they feel as if they need it. After we've relaxed a little, maybe you'll have time to give my back massage, too. But let's not hurry."
I moved to the sofa, sat at her feet, lifting them into my lap. They rested on my thighs and my partially erect cock. I took each foot into my hand and massaged the bottom gently and tenderly with the ball of my hand, in long fluid motions. Each toe got its unique massage. My fingers wove between the toes, giving tender attention to the spongy areas. The warmth of my hand and her feet increased and I moved to the calf, massaging her calves towards her knees. Her total body relaxed as I moved from the base of the feet to the knee in long, gentle, and tender motions. Her legs spread and, wittingly or unwittingly, the front of her bathrobe opened, allowing a full view of her lovely vagina. It lay at the base of her slightly protruding stomach. The view from there led to her breasts that were concealed by the robe, but heaved in rhythmic motion with each breath and with each sigh of pleasure she manifested reacting to my labor of love. Her head lay back with eyes closed on sofa pillows that buttressed her back and head. I chose to think that she was aware of her nudity and chose to reveal her precious intimacies to me.
"Hon, you are magnificent," she managed to utter, her lips dry with excitement. "I can't begin to describe my feeling of peace at the moment."
Taking that as an assent to further exploration, I replied, "I've never massaged you frontally. Will that be OK?"
"Why, of course, Hon. I'm all yours."
I rose and knelt beside her. I opened her robe fully, exposing her completely, her vagina, her protruding stomach, her tubular, but firm breasts. I continued my massage above her knees to her thighs, allowing my hands to slide gently through the groin area, my thumb moving along the vulva, caressing the soft, pubic hair on her vagina, delicately tinged with gray. I toyed with this area lovingly, with longer motions along her stomach to her breasts, which I massaged gently and tenderly, giving much attention to the now hardened nipples of her breasts. Her sighs gave evidence of her excitement. As I continued, her legs moved apart, beckoning me to return to her font of love more and more. The massage became one long motion now, my hands moving between her groin and her breasts.
My cock lost control at the beginning of the massage. I gave in to its impulses as soon as I began the frontal massage. I felt the wet, hot cum spurt into my shorts and run down my leg onto the carpet. I was at the point of no return, caring little for what might come to pass, throwing myself completely and totally to the mercy of my instincts. Mom must have sensed my predicament. She whispered a weak, "Let's go into the bedroom where it will be more comfortable."
She led and I followed, throwing herself onto the bed completely naked. Her breathing was heavy; her passion was evident. The wetness of her vagina was pronounced.
I was no longer in control. I stripped naked, buried my face in her vagina and licked at the profusion of wetness that poured from her cunt. I drank deeply. Her cunt responded to my mouth and thrusts of my tongue as it dove deep into the inner recesses of her hot, wet vagina. My cock could no longer hold back. I rose above her and drove my 8 inch cock deep into her hot cunt. She thrust back to meet my throbbing cock as if to feel it in its entirety. My balls ached from the passion and thrusting, slapping her perineum and ass hole as I drove deeper and deeper into her inner recesses. She cried, "Oh Hon, I'm coming. Keep driving, keep thrusting, don't stop; give it to me hard."
Several thrusts more and my hot cock exploded in her, my cum oozing from the side of her cunt onto the sheets. She explored this gusher of cum with her left hand, scooping it up and swallowing it in her hot and receptive mouth. I took her cue and lower my head to hers and kissed her deeply, my tongue searching out hers and the wetness of cum that was mine. We kissed deeply while my cock continued to pump its juices into her hot cunt, mingling with the hot juices of her own orgasm that came and came as in sheets of torrential rains. Her legs wrapped hard around my hips and pulled me close, thrusting hard to attain the deepest of penetrations. Ten minutes of continued passion persisted until, spent, we both lay on our sides, my cock still lovingly deep in her cunt, our legs locked in a tight embrace. Neither one spoke for long minutes.
Mom spoke first. "Hon, that was beautiful. It was the most intense intercourse I've ever experienced in my entire life. Your father and I had good times together. But after him, this had to be the most beautiful. Let me say, too, if you're worried about this relationship, we're hurting no one. It is between me and you. Our love is more important."
"Mom, I'm glad you said that. I didn't know how to raise that point or how you felt about our relationship. Looking back, it was inevitable. But you said it best. We're hurting no one. Let's leave it there and continue our loving."
Mom rose up on one elbow and looked into my face, smiling. "Thinking about this, Dad slept through our passion, only four feet away from us. I really don't think it would have mattered much if he had awaked. Even if he had, he probably wouldn't have had much to say anyway. He'd probably approve. I'll see how it goes and maybe I'll tell him about it sometime. We were never ones to keep secrets. That was the foundation of our marriage."
Coming - Part 2: Nora and Tom