Sixty Years, A Quick Desire

The scent of coffee and bacon hung heavy in the air, a strange juxtaposition against the lingering ache in my body. Sixty years. Sixty years of breathing, living, existing, and now, this. Waking up alone in the bed, the remnants of a restless night clinging to me, felt surreal. But then I saw her. Mary Beth, a vibrant splash of color against the muted tones of the kitchen, dancing with a reckless abandon I hadn’t witnessed in years. She wore one of my button-down shirts, a size too small, straining at the seams as she twirled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. My gaze followed her, tracing the curves of her body, the way her hips swayed, a silent invitation. It wasn't a judgment; it was a recognition of the fire that still burned within her, a primal energy that had somehow survived the slow march of time.

I moved down the stairs, drawn by an invisible thread, and found her humming along to some forgotten tune, expertly flipping pancakes. The sight of her, so full of life and vitality, stirred something deep within me, a potent mix of longing and regret. As she turned, a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. “Good morning, baby,” she purred, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. “How about a quicky before Matthew wakes up?”

The words hung in the air, thick with unspoken desires. It wasn't a question, not really. It was an offering, a blatant acknowledgment of the simmering tension between us. The invitation was irresistible. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, her movements fluid and graceful despite their intimate purpose. With swift, practiced hands, she pulled down my shorts, her touch sending shivers down my spine. Then, she reached for the source of my pleasure, my cock, fat and soft, throbbing with anticipation. She took it fully into her mouth, her hot breath washing over the sensitive flesh.

Slowly, deliberately, she began to suck, her lips tracing the contours of my flesh. Licks followed, each one more intense than the last, her tongue a tireless explorer, mapping out every inch of my member. As I began to hardens, her movements intensified, her head bobbing back and forth, her small body convulsing with a primal rhythm. A slight gagging sound escaped her lips as I grew to the brink, the pleasure building within me, threatening to erupt. Then, she pulled back, a triumphant glint in her eyes. Turning around, she bent over the table, spreading her legs in a gesture both vulnerable and inviting.

The sight of her beautiful, smooth, hot, wet, glistening pussy was breathtaking. The scent of arousal filled the air, a heady cocktail of sweat and desire. "Take me, now, take me," she commanded, her voice husky with anticipation.

I moved behind her, my hands gripping her hips firmly, a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. She reached under, rubbing my cock against her pussy, moaning softly as she pulled my head against her. "Now," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

With a forceful yank, I pulled her back, and she responded with equal force, pushing against my grip. Then, she impaled herself fully on my cock, a perfect alignment of pleasure and dominance. I moaned, lost in the intensity of the moment, as her tight pussy squeezed me, the pressure both painful and exhilarating. It felt as if no time had passed since the day I took my virgin bride ten years ago, the memory of that first encounter still vivid in my mind.

As I continued to stimulate her, her body began to spasm, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her breathing shortened and sped up, her senses overwhelmed by the escalating pleasure. I reached under her, pressing my hard cock against her clit, a deliberate attempt to heighten her arousal. Mary Beth cried out, her body writhing in ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her. Her nectar flowed out around my cock, a glistening stream of pure pleasure. I slowed my pace, savoring the moment, as she orgasmed again and again, each thrust leaving her body trembling.

Shaking from the waves of pleasure, Mary Beth began to wiggle and push and pull herself against my cock, her body a willing participant in our shared desire. I was more than happy to oblige, slapping and squeezing her ass, my gaze lingering on her smooth, pale flesh. As I continued to fuck her hard and fast, I spat on her asshole and rubbed it with my thumb, a final act of dominance. She moaned and smiled, her eyes locking onto mine, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure she was experiencing.

When she pushed back, her asshole relaxed, and my thumb entered her, a dark, forbidden pleasure. “Yes, yes,” she gasped, her voice strained with the intensity of her arousal.

Fingering her ass and pounding her pussy had her shaking and her pussy squeezing my cock as she came again harder than the first. I slowly pulled out as she was cumming, pressing my cock against her asshole and shoving up into her. Mary Beth cried out as I filled her ass completely.

I had come to truly enjoy anal sex in the last year, the sensation both shocking and incredibly stimulating. As I slid my cock fully in and out slowly, then the pounding I gave her pussy but still driving my cock home with each thrust, her ass started vibrating and pulsing, squeezing my cock as she body shook and suddenly my cock exploded filling her ass with my cum.

Leaning over her panting body, I whispered, “I love you more today than the day we met.” Her purr was soft, a soothing balm on my own arousal. As I stood and slowly pulled out of her limp, shaking body, I felt a profound sense of connection, a recognition of the enduring power of our shared desires.

Hearing the bathroom door close, I lift and carry Mary Beth’s spent body and lay her on the guest bed. Then, I quickly clean up the kitchen, taking care to erase any trace of our encounter before Matthew wakes up.

He grins, noticing the cleanliness of the house. “Mom’s feeling better?” he asks, his voice filled with relief.

I smile, pouring coffee and turning the bacon hash browns on the stove off. The scent of coffee fills the air, masking the lingering aroma of our intimacy. As I watch Matthew grow, I can’t help but feel a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. But as I look back at Mary Beth, her body still radiating with the memory of our shared pleasure, I know that our love, our lust, and our connection will endure, defying the relentless march of time.

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