A New Beginning Pt. 01

"Of course, sir. My apologies. Right th..."

"Not to me. You apologize to her."

"Um, yes of course. Ma'am, I am sorry if my actions have been offensive in any fashion."

He looked at me. I held his eyes in my cold stare a long minute. Then nodded.

"Right this way, please."

He led us to a table. I took her coat and hung it on the back of her chair, then pulled it out for her. Scooting her up to the table. I went around and sat down. I ordered us a pair of medium rare ribeyes with baked taters.

"I thought he was going to run away. You put the fear of God in him." She giggled.

A few others were making' eyes at us, but when I stared them down, they lost interest right quick like.

We ate and made small talk. Finishing, I helped her up, and held her coat for her. I went and paid us out. Then we left. Getting back to the house, she parked. I ran around and opened her door. Taking her hand, helping her out. She slid her hand into mine as we walked out. I closed the door. The she took my hand again as we walked to the house. I opened the door for her. She walked to the middle of the room and turned around, looking up at me. Her red lips looking awful inviting.

She stepped up close to me, her tits meeting my chest. Looking up, her mature lips parted, inviting me to kiss them.

Well, who was I to disappoint a lady. Mama and Callie had taught me how to kiss a woman the right way, so I did. I let my lips relax and just followed my instincts. My tongue touched her lips and traced around them. Then sliding into her mouth. Probing, exploring. I broke off to let her breathe.

"Thank you for standing up for me."

"Baby, I just did what a man is supposed to do. Protect his woman."

"Am I your woman?"

"Do you wanna be?"

"For tonight, yes. Take me to bed, honey. Take me to bed and use me."

So I did. I watched this beautiful woman bare her magnificently aged body to me. I stripped off the suit and laid carefully aside, my pecker harder'n a seven cent neck bone. Her smell drove me crazy with desire. I wasn't about to just pile in on her.

I was gonna take my time. Figure out what this woman was made of. I'd been toying around with an idea. Mama and Callie both used their mouth on me. Why couldn't I do the same to a woman.

Once when me an' mama was fucking, she went to rubbing herself, explaining that she was rubbing' something she called her clit. I been figuring to use my tongue on her next time. On her clit and everywhere else, too, I reckoned.

I figured now was a good of time as any to try that out. I slid up between her legs until my face was inches away from her pussy. Gawd almighty! It smelled good. I stuck my tongue out and started licking her pussy all over. The pressed it real hard against her clit and started moving it in circles.

I figured she was about pull my head clean off the way she was grabbing my hair and grinding her pussy up in my face. I kept on, just going harder and faster. She tensed up and screamed. Her pussy went to squirting all over my face. That scared the bejesus out of me. I tried to pull back, but she had a death grip on my head and was jerking, shaking, squirting and whimpering all to once.

Then she went slack. I looked up to make sure she was still breathing. I got up, not sure what to do next.

She looked at me, spread her legs wide and said, "Come on and fuck me. Make me your woman."

I climbed on, she guided my pecker into her pussy. Goddamn she was tight. I pushed on in her until I felt the bottom and started fucking. I mean I fucked this woman like tomorrow was judgement day. I drew back and drove into her for all I was worth. I kept pounding into her until I was going as hard and fast as I could.

She set to squirming, jerking, squirting and screaming all over again, but I never let up. My breath was coming in haggard, gasping sobs when my balls cut loose deep inside her, filling her womb with my sperm. I couldn't go no more without dying, so I collapsed on top of her. Her tits mashed against my chest. Her pussy just a quivering mess. Her whole body shaking an' jerking.

"My god, boy, where in the hell did you come from? I've never been fucked so soundly in my life."

I just grunted, not wanting to speak. I rolled over, getting up, but she pulled me to her. Wrapping her arms around me. I just lay still then. Enjoying the heat from this matronly woman's body. Soon, I drifted off to sleep in her arms.

I woke up, looking around. I remembered where I was and who was curled up next to me. I lifted the covers and peered at her naked body. The memory of how this beautiful mature woman felt, fresh in my mind. I felt my pecker start to rise as my gaze moved down her body. Her make up smeared and streaked on her cheeks. Her matronly breasts plump, yet sagging a little across her chest. Rising and falling as she slept peacefully. Her soft belly slightly rounded, just begging for me to run my hand caressingly over it. Her smooth, graceful hip melding with her thigh. The rounded fullness of her butt tantalizing, causing my breath to deepen. The gripping, wet, tightness of her mature pussy causing me to get hard all over again. I recalled the sweet, musky taste of her when I used my tongue to give this wonderful 60 year old woman pleasure. How she squirted into my mouth that wetness as sweet as honeysuckle in the spring. Her lips tasting like tupelo honey as my tongue explored her mouth. The feel of her soft, age lined fingers gripping my hardness, guiding me into her, offering herself to me. The way her long unused womanhood yielded to my youthful hardness. Grasping me hungrily as it instinctively sought my life giving sperm. Longing to have it fill her womb as I bred her.

I couldn't take any more. I gently rolled her onto her back and mounted her. I slid my hardness between her pussy lips, seeking that hot, wet, velvety depth. She squirmed a bit, realizing my need of her. She sleepily spread her legs and reached down, guiding me into her. I slid into her as she gave me her body to sate my youthful lust into.

I began slowly stroking into her. Not hurrying, but enjoying the moment as her pussy began to flow, releasing its wetness to allow my cock to penetrate her fully. She wrapped her arms around my neck, letting her fingers gently stroke my hair. Her breath warm and caressing as it flowed into my ear, her voice softly urging me on.

"Oh, my baby, take me, make me yours. Cum in me, my lovely man. Fill me up."

I felt my balls draw up, starting to send my cum coursing through my gently fucking length. My head swelling, the shaft starting to jerk as it released my sperm laden cum into her. The feeling of my sperm filling her set something off in her loins and she whimpered softly as she came with me. I kissed her gently as my cock sent the final vestiges of my sperm into her.

I rolled off and she rolled over facing me. Stroking my cheek. Kissing me along my jaw over to my lips. Her bright green eyes searching my face with a longing gaze.

"Look at me."

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at her. "Stay here with me. I'll be good to you. You can sell your places."

"I can't do that. I got my mother and Hanks wife back there to care for. He's dying."

"Well, then, take me with you. I can help out."

"What do you know about farming?"

"Nothing. But, I can be of some use."

"No, you wouldn't be any happier there than I would be here in this city. We are from different ways of life."

"I don't think so. I've never been one to need very much to make me happy. I'm going to miss all this love and attention when you leave, though."

"I'll admit, it's getting harder to make it these days with the way things are, though. Ever since the markets crashed, nobody has any money, nor much need for my business here."

"I put this place up for sale, but nobody can afford it. Then I'm getting old and no men are looking my way anymore. There's too many young women half my age or younger out there for them to pick from. The family across the road over there, has four daughters. All of them pretty as angels."

"There's no shortage of eligible suitors lining up for a chance at them. You're the first man to even give me a second glance in some time now."

"All the men my age are either married or just not interested in starting over again. You're an exception to the rule, it seems. I guess I just don't have anything to offer a young man anymore. Maybe pussy"

She laughed,

"But, then again, there's no shortage of that around either. There's a lot of young mothers out there trading pussy for food just to feed their kids and even they are facing a lot of competition among the men."

"Only the youngest and prettiest get any business. The rest just make out the best they can. A young man like you could load up all you wanted of them. Just think about it. I can try it at least."

I nodded. "Could be it would suit you."

She looked at me closer. "You know, I know a man over at the stockyards that knows everything and everybody. We'll ride over after breakfast."

I went upstairs to see about Hank. He wasn't there. What was there, however was a note made out to me.

'Jacob, I'm going on to meet my reward. Good luck, my friend. You've been the best friend a man can have. Please, look after Callie. Don't judge them too harshly. I pray my gift to you in the case helps. It's my life savings. HR'

I opened his case. Inside was a paper package. I tore it open. There before me was more money than I'd ever see. $5,000.

I wrapped it up with the $300 and shoved it in my bag and opened the closet. I stuck it up on the shelf among some other stuff left there by other guests. It blended in nicely. That left $15 in my wallet. I started out with $370 after buying train tickets. I got out $20 last night. Spent $5 on supper.

I went to the bathroom and figured out the water situation. I drew the big cast iron claw foot tub full of hot water. I climbed in and sat down. This was the first hot bath I've ever had that I could recall. I picked up the bar of soap and smelled it. It smelled like the roses Mrs Johnson kept outside the store. I took the washcloth and lathered it up and scrubbed down.

Stepping out, I got my little sack that had my shave gear. I took the soap and lathered up my face. Used the old straight razor and shaved down good. I took out the bottle of Bay Rum Mr Richards had left me and sloshed it on my face. Enjoying the refreshing burn. I slicked my hair back. Then dressed in the suit Maggie had given me.

I grabbed the Stetson High Roller and went down stairs. There was two men dressed in suits at the table eating. Maggie saw me come in and brought me a place setting. I spooned up soft scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, gravy and hot biscuits. I ladled gravy over my biscuits, and had at it. Boy, but that woman could cook!

I listened as the other men talked. My interest kicked up right pertly when i heard them talking about the oil interests they represented. Evidently they represented something called 'wild catters'. Men that drilled exploratory oil wells. I got even more interested when I heard them talking about a big discovery in Rusk county.

I spoke up, "Excuse me, gentlemen. I hate to intrude, but what's your interest in Rusk county?"

The older of the two spoke up. "I represent a drilling interest. We're looking for drilling

opportunities down there."

The younger one put in his pair of pennies. "They're not easy to find, though. The big outfits got it locked down tight."

"Ya don't say?" I asked.

Older ones turn. "Yep. There is a small community out east of town that everybody just flat out refused to sell or lease rights to."

I nodded."Yep,my friend Hank Richards was telling me about it."

They got interested now.

"You know that area?"

"Well I should, I grew up there. I have 800 acres between two places there."

"You? You own 800 acres there?"

"Yep. 160 out on the Attoyac, and another 640 on toward that little community y'all was talking about."

"Who has the lease on the mineral rights?"

"Well, I don't know anything about leases, but I own those mineral rights."

The older one stood up and came around, held out his hand. "Jim Parker."

I took it. "Jacob Flannery."

The younger one "Pete Willard, Mr Flannery."

Jim chimed back in. "So, Mr Flannery..."

"Jake or Jacob works."

"Well, Jake, I guess the next obvious question is, would you be interested in a business proposal?"

I studied him carefully. I learned the art of horse trading from the masters.

"Well, Mr Parker, I..."

"Jim, please."

I nodded. "Jim, I do reckon I might be at that. Depending on the particulars. I reckon we can have a sit down on it. If I like what y'all got to say, we can come to some agreement."

"What sort of particulars?"

"Why, that's an easy one. Money. Just lots of money. I reckon the more zeroes there is, the greater my interest."

They smiled at that one.

"Tell ya what. How about y'all meet me here this evening with your bosses, and we'll have us a business meeting. I'll listen to what they have to say. If I like it, we'll see which one offers the best deal."

"Ok, sounds like a plan."

They hurried off to meet with their employers. I finished my breakfast. Then started clearing the table. Maggie was in the kitchen working on an apple pie. She saw me carrying dishes.

"Oh, honey, I'll get that. You go sit down." She puckered her lips and leaned in for a kiss. Which I gave her. The sweetness of her lips sending chills up my spine.

"I don't mind helping out." i replied, going after another load.

Finished clearing the table, I stepped up and helped with the dishes. I enjoyed being close to her. Her presence had a reassuring quality it. Her gentle touch, her womanly scent, the graceful motions that just seem to take her across a space like a soft glow from candlelight flowing across a warm room. I recalled the way it felt to be inside her. Her arms around me. Her hot breath on my skin flowing across my skin. The depth of her voice, seeming to fill my soul with sound of a well aged violin I heard Ms Johnson play on occasion.

It had such a deep, rich sound to it. It was like sipping a glass of Jensen Carvers ten year old muscadine wine. It just kinda made you flutter up like you was floating on a warm summer breeze, leaving you longing for more. That was the effect this woman had on a man.

She wasn't like most womenfolks I knew. Spending their lives depending on a man. She stood up on her hind legs and met the world face on. Trying to earn her keep amongst a bunch of folks not caring whether she lived or died.

I liked the way she looked at me. Her eyes full of life. The way she listened to me. The way her gentle age lines deepened when she smiled. How could a man of any depth not feel love for this woman? It ain't in me to shape up to be a trusting man. But, looking into her eyes just spoke of a natural honesty. Not asking for a damned thing but to be loved for who she is. Whatever kind a man her husband had been, one thing was for sure, he was a damned fool to go off and leave her here to fend for herself.

"Is everything okay?"

I kinda started a little at the sound of her voice. I realized I had been standing there just staring at her like an idiot.

"Uh, yes ma'am, everything is just fine."

"Well, I'd certainly love to know what you were thinking just now. It's not often people stare at me like that."

I stammered a bit. Losing my composure. "I'm truly sorry ma'am. I certainly meant to disrespect."

I turned and went back in the dining room and sat down. I'm as brave a man as there is. I've stood toe to toe with as rough a man that's ever walked. I've faced down some mean bulls and more than a few 500 or better pound boar hogs out in the bottoms, and let me tell you something about them wild hogs out there in them woods. I've heard tell of the big ol' bears up north. Or them lions or whatnot over there in Africa. But pound for pound, there ain't a meaner, more down right vicious, or tougher critter in this world than a big, mature boar. Especially when they're coming at ya, five, six inch tusks popping, roaring mad, looking to cut your guts open.

But this woman scared me. Not in a physical way, but in the way she made me feel inside. Like I'm somebody. That I matter. I've learned how to be secure in myself and have lived like that. Now, she makes me size up to figure that I count for something as a man beyond myself.

What do I have to offer such a woman. I'm just 18. Like she said, a kid. Here she was. A growed up woman. Sixty years in this earth. Full of life and passion. What could we share that would add to her life. All I knew was how to work. To hunt and fish. Trap a little fur to put some money on the books. Oh, I can read. When I quit school to work, my teacher, Ms Lang, she took it upon herself to invite me to her home of an evening and taught me how. I've read quite a few books over my years But her? She's been around. Experienced life. Seen some things.

She came in and walked up behind me, putting her arms around me. Her face nestled up against mine. Warm. Comforting.

"Please honey, don't shut me out. Just talk to me."

I sighed. She was right. A man couldn't just leave a woman hanging out there like that. I nodded. She went and sat down across from me.

She studied my face, "I can sense something going on in that head of yours."

"Well, ma'am, I ju..."

"Quit callling me ma'am. You've been inside me. That means something to me. I don't just go around spreading my legs for everybody that comes along, ya know."

"Well, i never thought you did. I just got some things on my mind. I was thinking about what you asked me earlier. going back with me."

"Well, what about it?"

"You keep going on about our age difference. That got me to thinking. Now, I meant what I said, you are beautiful in a lot of ways to me. The only thing about it that bothers me is what does a man my age offer a woman of yours? "

She thought about that beyond us just sharing something together. I understand you have responsibilities. But that doesn't mean I can't be around to offer what skills I may have. What bothers me is what happens when i turn old and gray and you don't want to fuck me anymore."

"I don't see myself ever not enjoying that pussy you got between them legs. Thats some quality stuff right there. I guess I'll just take you as you come. So what if you get wrinkles or whatever. you'll still be you."

She smiled at me at that one. "Well, if you feel that way about it, I guess as long as I'm able to spread my legs, I'll spread them for you.. So. what now?"

"I've got a meeting here this evening. I guess we can do whatever it is you do this time of day."

"What happened to your friend?"

"He had business elsewhere. He's not coming back."

"Well, I suppose I can clean your room and get it ready to rent. I assume you'll be sleeping with me in my bed?"

"I reckon, if that's what you want. I'm good with that."

"Tell me about your mother and the other woman. Mrs Roberts?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Like, what do they do. things like that."

"Well, I reckon they see to my needs."

"You're needs? As in how exactly?"

"Whatever I need or want, I reckon."

"Isn't Mrs Roberts your friend Hanks wife?"

"In a round about way I guess. But, since he's dying, I'm taking over his place. He signed his place over to me. His wife comes with it. My mother, she don't have a lot of options, so she moved in with me. "

"How old are these women?"

"Mamas 58 or 59. Mrs Roberts. Caledonia, or Callie. She's nigh onto 70. I think Hank said she was 68."

"Ok, so, tell me about how they see to your needs and wants?"

"I reckon since I'm the man on the place, responsible for providing a living for them, and all, they care for me like they would a husband. Women of that age around there ain't got many options in the way of men to choose from. With things being the way they are everywhere else, I guess that applies anywhere else, too"