An Exchange of Loving Favours

It felt so very strange at first to be known again as 'Dorothy', the name that she had been given at birth some forty-five years ago. It was an old-fashioned name, some would say, and associated with those of higher social standing than the one she had been happily born into. Her mother had chosen it after seeing the Wizard of Oz and it had stuck, only to be changed to 'Dot' when she entered into a childless marriage with Tony Chalmers.

She'd changed her surname back to Clarke, wanting to erase as many links to her ex-husband as she could following divorce, the breakup of her home and the turning over of what she had felt to be an ordered life. She had loved Tony almost to the end, but he hadn't loved her, or he'd fallen out of love with her and taken up with someone else.

That much was predictable.

What could not have been foreseen was what happened soon after the ink was dry on the divorce papers. She'd fallen into a relationship with Victoria, someone she had met through her work as a social services manager for a Birmingham authority. It became a love affair, although the word 'love' was misplaced. Physical solace was what she had sought from their times together, nothing more. She had bought time to restore her trust in men and had seen Victoria as a surrogate for them, in and out of bed, until her life was again settled.

She'd not become a lesbian overnight, nor had she taken on the senior role in the relationship, because she had been pursued and not the other way about. She'd sought solace, the touch of another's warm skin against hers, the caress and probe of a lover's tongue where she'd felt so empty, and that her fingers were no true substitute for, though a favourite electric toy brought her on wonderfully when she really needed that rush of raging pleasure. She'd loved the wrack of an orgasm brought on by a woman's considerate and unselfish ways, but that was simply not the same as the tempest of physical and emotional demands made on her body and mind after she'd brought a man on, so bad, that they lost it together. Then her body would be filled by a man's swollen meat, long and searching. That was real and she'd had that pleasure taken from her when Tony finally deserted her.

And now, lying awake and hearing the soft rumble of early morning traffic on the main road into the city, a block or so away, she looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

'It's still so bloody early!' she groaned and flopped back on the pillows, wondering if Leo was awake yet. It was her twenty-year-old nephew's day at college, studies crammed into a busy week as an apprentice electrician that left little time for friendships. Of girlfriends, she saw or heard nothing, but he had his times with them; that she did know. What had begun as Leo being a temporary lodger had changed and she was glad for his company, but often wondered just what made him tick. 'What does he do to blow it off, like I sometimes do?'

She knew only too well what she did and settled back under the duvet, yanked up the hem of her nightie and brushed her fingers down over her rounded belly, found her hairy snatch and shivered. She set about teasing her clit, parted her pussy's lips with only too busy fingers and closed her eyes, imagined Leo finding her, the squelching sounds of him pounding her fanny and shoving his tool so deep into her body.

Had her life really come to this?

She was startled out of her pleasure zone on hearing a soft tap-tap on her bedroom door. 'Yes, come in?'

The rage of oncoming pleasure ebbed away as the door opened slowly and she saw Leo standing in the doorway, a mug in his hand and a wondering look on his handsome, chiselled face as she sat up, her upper body, shaped by a thin nightie, exposed to his gaze. It had been some time since she'd had such a look on her.

'I brought you some tea...hope it's not too early. The fact is I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd have a shower and make an early start for a change.' He blurted it all out and was seen to clench his lips as if to stop from blurting out some comment on how she looked in her nightie. Leo averted his appraising gaze for an instant as she reached for the mug that he held out to her. She felt her nightdress tighten against the swell of her large breasts, the slip of the fabric over her nipples only too pleasing. 'I'll....I'll leave you and get on.'

'You don't have to...love.' Her touch to his leg made Leo jump away, but it was too late. She had seen the bulge in his pyjama pants, his instinctive fingering of it. Her nephew had an erection and the sight of her must have brought that on. The years had gradually lessened her attractiveness, but her face was still unlined and framed by the unruly tumble of blonde-tinted hair. He was lean and tall; she could be thought of as frumpy, big-breasted and now, on seeing the unexpected effect on him of seeing her in bed, frustrated and needing more than her fingers, a sex toy, even a hairbrush handle, to bring on pleasure. 'We've still got some time to be together...'

'Better not...' he smiled, disconcerted by her flirting ways and sudden movement as she pushed the duvet down her thighs but not exposing where her fingers had been before he had interrupted her.

'Thank you for the tea. I won't be long.'

'It's your home, aunt,' he smiled engagingly, looking her over now. His earlier embarrassment was gone but his pyjama pants still shaped him.

'Less of the aunt and more of Dorothy, okay?'

'Sure,' was said with an answering laugh as he turned away, the movement of one arm suggesting what he was again touching. 'I'll be quick...'

She followed his progress, Leo's silent steps over the bedroom carpet, and waited until the door was drawn to but not shut. The tea remained scarcely touched. Something else was now on her mind.

She dragged curled fingers over her slit, teased her fanny's lips and imagined Leo wrapped by her arms and legs as he humped her body; how he kept thrusting that young prick, she'd seen the tip of pushing out his pyjamas, into her slicked pussy and she tugging on it as she brought them on to a shattering orgasm. Just as she did with her toys, or hairbrush handle, in and out, deeper and deeper, faster and faster she'd want him to go and not hold back. A leisurely fuck could come later. Right now she imagined his hands on her tits, pinching and squeezing them as he bent to the task, and latched his lips onto her nipples until they were hard buds. She felt the rush and cramp of an impending, self-induced, orgasm.

'I'd like you to do that to me, boy...darling Leo, just once...maybe twice...just to help me through,' she gasped, clenching her lips to stifle her quickening breaths as her fingers and mind worked in sync.

She imagined the searing jets of hot sticky semen being expelled into her as she wrenched on him, wasted his energy as they fucked to the end, wanting to drain him of all that spunk that he just had to release, either into her or...more likely...into the tissues that came from the box she left on his bedside table.

She dozed, felt a pleasing moist warmth take hold as she touched herself...

'Leo...Leo!' she gasped as her dreamy imagination ran wild. She squirmed in her dreamy wakefulness, the hazy outline of them fucking crossing before her eyelids, her belly covered in his jism as he pulled out, was tugged back in, until their slicked bellies brushed against the others, and she rose to meet the oncoming rush of her orgasm, held his head to her tits as his deep halting breaths of pleasure mingled with her own, the pulses of release felt in his thick young shaft that the walls of her pussy kept working. 'I'd empty your sac...relieve the ache in your balls, wouldn't I just!'

In her dreamy languour she saw him pull out again, and before his body and prick jerked, streams of his cum splattering her face, then breasts, even smearing her belly.

'Let me taste you,' she coaxed, and he knelt over her and thought that she felt his hand on the back of her head as he kept her on him, her young stud of a nephew having something left. She gagged on him, but swallowed what spurted from his trembling penis, her lips wrapped around it as she felt the veins in it so clearly defined and the blood, she imagined, coursing through them to keep him so hard.

She dreamt that he fucked her and threw to the floor the hairbrush with its shaped handle that was a surrogate for what a man brought to the shared act.

Finally...finally...she let him lie down beside her.

'That was so good, love...'

She was startled into wakefulness from what could only have been a dream. It hadn't lasted long but it felt as if she'd been lost in another place for ages; the alarm clock told her so.

'This can't go on...it can't!' she called out in frustration and in the light of early dawn. 'I've...I've got to find Leo. It's wrong but I can't go on like this! Something has to give or, better still, someone has to!'

The music from the house radio system echoed off the walls of the shower room that they shared. Leo didn't hear her come in and she could see, even through the fog of steam, that Leo was in a dance of his own making. He was stroking his erect penis that pointed out from his belly and a dense mat of hair at its base.

'Let me do that for you, darling...let me do that for you,' she murmured, her heart beating a little quicker and an uncommon lust, for Leo, felt in her pussy. It felt moist from her dreamy fingering only moments ago,

Her thin bathrobe fell to the floor, along with her nightdress, Leo oblivious to her presence and the tugs on his length continuing in quick long strokes. The door to the cubicle slid open but she scarcely noticed it rumbling in its track, fixated as she was on Leo's actions.

Her name escaped his parted lips, Leo's face turned up to the ceiling where the shower fan whirred softly. 'Those tits aunt...Dorothy... you're all woman...what have you done to me?'

'It's the same for me,' she kept from saying.

He was dismayed to see her but that changed when she reached out to touch him, what he was working on. 'Why...why play with yourself, when...when I'm here for you, Leo?'

She felt a shudder of longing course through her body and knew how depraved these moments could become; had become, and she had been all but unaware of. She felt the ache of her lust for him in her body and wanted that gorgeous prick in her pussy, to the hilt.

'I...I won't play with myself if you can help me with that,' he confessed through the kisses that she offered, pressing her naked breasts to his back and reaching round to grab his penis, threading her fingers with his as they worked him together.

'Yes, Leo, I really am in here with you.' She slicked kisses and her tongue over his wet back as she held him to her.

'I know, as I've been for you,' she heard him confess with a stifled groan. She kept him from pulling away, as she too was overwhelmed by the rush of discovery of each other in these forbidden ways.

'Leo...Leo...Leo, darling! Wouldn't you rather fuck me than play with yourself? My needs are just as you have them...and it's been so long since your uncle was with me.'

He could not twist away from her claims upon him; there was little or no space for the two of them in the cramped cubicle and she could concede to the raw emotions that the moment aroused in her. No one else would know, the barriers to them taking to each other had fallen away.

Leo turned and impetuously kissed her upturned face as the shower was turned off. Dorothy kept her body pressed to him, gripped his penis and caressed his chest with those wonderful breasts that he could now feel against his skin.

'It's no longer a dream, what I wanted to do with a woman like you,' he kissed before bending down to bury his face between those breasts and be claimed the woman that he had lusted after, stroked her buttocks before pulling her against him.

'And we can share in all that we have wanted,' she responded, stroking his trembling prick and feeling its youthful thickness, how it seemed to throb and tremble in her clamping hands. 'It's skin in skin...no condom...no worries. I've gone past all of that, so bring it to me!'

Her lustful words sounded like a desperate plea.

'And...and I can't get enough of what you're doing to me!' He writhed, bucked his hips and felt her clamp harder as she worked him. 'I've learnt to hold on...'

Dorothy gushed in her pleasure. 'Good, you're going to need that...need control...but don't hold back either when you're really ready! Share it all with me!'

She wanted her pussy filled with his young meat, nephew or not. She wanted those hands and mouth on her tits, to have him suck the hard buds that were her nipples and to waste her, physically and emotionally.

'Aunt...Dorothy?'

She heard the dismay in his voice as she knelt down and felt a moment's restraint in his touch as Leo's hands held her head. She then lowered her mouth over his magnificent young penis and sucked, bobbed her head and used her tongue to slick and swirl. She tasted his pre-cum as she nipped kisses to the domed head.

'No...no...oh...oh can you? No one else has done that!' It felt as if she was deep throating him, her face brushing his belly and his pubes brushing her skin. 'No! Oh no...oh fuck!'

She eased away enough, gripped his nut sac and felt its weight. 'Not yet, don't you dare cum! I want that in me, then you can let it all go!'

'Then I'll have to fuck you...now...love with you, I mean it, right now!'

'Whatever, but just do it for me!' she commanded, standing up and awkwardly putting one leg about his waist before he lifted her and she shuddered; embraced his neck and gasped as he thrust into her in sublimely pleasurable strokes, gripped her butt cheeks and had her ride on him, on all that he brought. 'What a way to start the day!

Leo heard the exultation in her voice, how expertly Dorothy rode him and sought to milk his prick, oblivious to the grip of his hands on her fleshy buttocks. He gloried in her tits, sucked on her nipples as she rose to offer them to him before she slammed down, wrenched on his penis and snorted in her efforts to love fast and furiously with him, the shower cabinet's door rattling as they brushed against it.

'I've been here for you...for so long!' he gasped, feeling that he was so deep inside her and she bouncing up and down, her tits caressing his chest as she gripped and jerked his penis, loved to feel him in her body. 'Fuck...oh fuck! I can't hold back much longer! Sorry about the word,' he laughed out in dismay.

'Don't worry about that. Just you hold on...try for me, just try!' she gasped, kissing his face and neck; clinging to him as they kept on slapping against the cubicle's door, then slid away. 'Cum in me...cum in me!'

'I will if you milk me like that!' They snorted through their kisses and harsh breaths of effort as she claimed him without any let-up. Leo grunted as he became lost in a void of raging desire for her. 'Dorothy....Dorothy...aaahhh!'

'Me too...I'm there too!' she cried out with a laugh of pure pleasure as he ejaculated, shuddered as she felt the tingling rushes of his semen slick her pussy's spasming walls. His penis seemed to stretch her, his movements undulating as he expertly plumbed her body, his flagging energy matched by her delirium, the rushes of pleasure she had not thought to share with him. 'You kept the best to the end...you wonder!'

She met his kisses and held Leo's head to her breasts as she was slowly lifted off him. She shuddered from the residual caress on her pussy's lips as the head of his penis was eased past them. She met his soft smile of appreciation.

'All I did was bring you a cup of tea, aunt' he smiled.

'Dorothy!'

She didn't stop him from offering the last of his caresses to her body. It seemed to glow from their efforts, her skin a rosy pink from what had been shared and the warmth of the shower water.

'We'd better wash that all away....'

He moved to turn on the shower and drew her under its warm stream, loved to feel the tingling caress of the water and this woman's skin against him. Dorothy's hair was a bedraggled mess. He took in how much older she now looked, but the ride with her had been unimaginable bliss.

'You brought me so much more than a cup of tea,' she said with a wondering smile. 'You made me feel wanted and one favour deserved another.'

'And I can look forward to coming home tonight. Loving with you is a great way to start the day. I'm here for you until you get that waster...my uncle, get him out of your head. I heard how it got to be between you.'

'Save your breath,' she retorted, her mind on someone quite different.

He took her hand as she stepped out of the shower, her touches never leaving him. Dorothy chose to lean back against him and she did not prevent his hands from cupping her breasts as Leo embraced her fulsome body. She knew it couldn't last, but an exchange of favours would see them both through to better times.

Leo would be around for a while longer and she would mend. What others didn't know of couldn't hurt them.

'You've made one old woman very happy and satisfied,' she smiled coyly, twisting in his embrace to look up at him, her agile fingers brushing over his skin as he grabbed for the towels. 'It's still early Leo...'