Molly's Young Lover

Nurse Practitioner Molly Kelly glanced at the clock as she hurried out of the urgent care clinic, "God Dammit, no way I'm going to make it to the game on time."

Her son, Patrick, was playing in his first football game as a member of his school's freshman team, and her husband, Tom, and oldest son, Robert, were going to meet her at the game. Everything would've been fine and on schedule were it not for a late afternoon industrial accident that left a pipe fitter with two broken fingers and a severe laceration. The stitches and x-rays had taken almost two hours, and, with thirty minutes to kick-off, she still had a 25 mile drive to navigate.

The traffic wasn't too bad, and Molly wasn't very late, but the first quarter was almost over when she finally entered the stadium. She scanned the crowd and spotted her husband and son sitting where they usually sat back when Robert was playing, next to the band, under the press box.

Robert played football for the same school, and then played in college at Brigham Young University. He graduated the preceding spring and was on his way to the Air Force for pilot training.

Molly kissed her husband, hugged her son, and asked for the game highlights to that point.

Robert smiled, well, so far, so good. Patrick was on special teams for the kick off and forced a fumble to open the game. His team had recovered the ball and quickly scored. On the ensuing kick off, Patrick assisted on the tackle but had been on the bench since. His team was up, 7 - 0.

Patrick didn't play much as he was a reserve defensive back, but he was on the punt coverage team as well as the kick return team. In the second half the team scored three unanswered touchdowns, and with the game well in hand, the coach sent in the substitutes. Patrick was able to play two uneventful sets of downs before the game ended, and as Molly and her family made their way down to the field, she thought she saw a familiar face.

"Robert, is that your old teammate Samir Rahman over there with the coaches?"

Robert nodded, "Yes, Samir did four years in the Army after high school, and he's going to college on the GI Bill...I had a chance to catch up with him before the game. He's one of Patrick's coaches, and he's working part time as a bartender at the Indian casino."

Molly frowned, "You know while you were away at BYU, his father got arrested for drug dealing, and his mother, Maria, divorced him and moved back to Arizona with her family."

"Yeah, too bad about that. Samir is living in his dad's mobile home at the Corsican Trailer Park. He told me his dad should be getting out soon. He doesn't get along well with his mom's side of the family. They didn't like it that she married a black guy, and he picks up on that vibe. And his dad has always been a thug...very bad dude.

Molly shook her head and ended the subject with, "That's a shame, poor guy."

Molly always like Samir, and he was a good looking kid. He got the best of the African-Hispanic genes, tall and handsome, long, black hair, olive skin, lean, muscular physique. If some Hollywood producer ever wanted to make a movie about a great Native American warrior, Samir would be perfect for the role.

Molly chatted briefly with Patrick before he ran off to the showers with his teammates, and then she approached Samir.

"Hi Samir, remember me, Robert's mom? Congratulations on completing your Army service, and thank you for helping out with the coaching...I know Patrick will be in good hands with you."

Samir laughed, "Well, thank you very much. It's been a while, but how could I forget you Mrs. Kelly? Of all my friends' moms, you were the best cook...still remember the corn beef and cabbage dinners you used to serve up on St. Patrick's Day."

"I always enjoyed having you guys over for dinner, and you're always welcome at our home. So I guess I'll be seeing you around?"

"Yeah, I'm home for good now...ain't going anywhere. Four years was a long time to be gone."

Molly gave Samir a quick hug and headed for the parking lot; Samir watched her go...that ass.

As she walked away, Samir thought to himself, "Damn, pretty as ever. That long, curly red hair, heart shaped ass, and her breasts were to die for. He remembered first seeing her when she was helping with the girls gymnastics team. The tights she wore, with the hint of camel toe, didn't leave much to the imagination, and he didn't realize it was Robert's mom when he made a foolish, crude comment about her in front of his friend.

However, there was another occurrence that would keep Molly Kelly in his mind forever. Shortly after Samir's high school graduation, Robert told him the family was planning a trip to Florida that would include a Caribbean cruise, and he asked Samir to come over a couple times a week to take care of his normal chores which included cleaning and chemical testing the pool. The Kelly's had a very nice home in a gated community. Their backyard was nicely landscaped, with a lagoon like pool, and was completely enclosed by a brick wall for privacy.

That Saturday, Samir got up early to help his dad with a painting job and worked outside in the sun for most of the day. When he finished, he decided to go over to the Kelly home to use the pool. He had a key and entered through the side gate. When he came around a corner and neared the pool deck, he was startled to see Molly sunbathing nude by the pool.

Samir knew it was wrong to look at her, but he was transfixed. She was lying, fully exposed, on a reclining lawn chair. He pale, white skin glistened from a combination of sweat and tanning lotion, and Samir had a clear view of her entire body. Her breasts for perfect for her size, and somewhat flattened against her chest as she lay there with her arms extended over her head. Her large, pink nipples appeared somewhat erect as if they were being stimulated, and apparently they were. Samir watched as she took her sunscreen bottle and applied more lotion to her breasts and belly and began to massage herself.

Molly's hands lingered for a moment, fingers twisting her nipples, then she opened her legs and began to masturbate, slowly at first, inserting one finger, then two. Samir saw she had a thick growth of red pubic hair that covered her genitals and anus...for a petite woman, she had a very pronounced vulva that her small hand could barely cover.

Samir opened his fly and took his erect penis in his hand. He began to stroke it, imagining what it would be like to fuck her. Would she like a young black to fuck her? Would she like his big dick? He knew he was much bigger than most. Would she suck his cock? How would she fuck, dog style, missionary, would she ride him cowgirl, giving him access to those beautiful tits, letting him hold her ass? Could she take him in her ass?

As Molly increased her tempo, her hips and legs began to move. Her feet were trembling, toes were curled, and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder. Suddenly she moved to her side, took a pillow, put it between her legs, and her ass was just a blur as she began to hump it furiously. Her back was arched now, her legs began to kick and thrash, and she screamed as an intense orgasm swept over her. Her climax coincided with Samir shooting his sperm all over the potted plant he was hiding behind.

Molly lay there for a few minutes more, then got up and slipped into the pool. Samir used this as an opportunity to sneak back to his car, but the experience would be forever etched in his mind. From then on he often dreamed of fucking his friend's mother.

Football season came and went. Patrick's playing improved a great deal thanks to the personal attention he received, and by season's end he had earned a starting position in the defensive backfield. Robert had already left home for his Air Force duty, and at the team's award banquet, it was just Patrick and Molly as her husband, Tom, had been called out to a crime scene.

Patrick got an award citing him as the most improved defensive player for the freshman team, and as Samir was telling the gathering about the freshman team's accomplishments, he noticed Molly. Even standing toward the rear, she stood out in a nicely tailored black business suit and royal blue, silk blouse. They made eye contact and, slightly flustered, Samir briefly lost his train of thought for a moment.

After the festivities concluded Molly approached Samir and thanked him for helping Patrick. The conversation switched to Samir.

"So, how is everything going at school? Are you enjoying your classes?

Samir shrugged, "It's going well for most of my classes. I had to take a humanities class as part of my general education requirements, and I don't care about that much. Problem is that there are a bunch of students in the class who are majoring in that stuff, and it's hard to compete with them...but I'll get by."

Molly laughed, "Well, I'm pretty sure you can compete with them in the arts of the western world better than they could with you on a football field."

They both laughed, but Samir's focus had shifted to the unbuttoned second button on Molly's blouse, the black lace bra that was slightly visible, and a small, gold cross she wore on a chain that rested just above her cleavage. He completely missed her question as to what he was majoring in, so she repeated herself with a coy smile, aware he had been looking at her breasts.

"Oh, sorry Ms. Kelly, I'm doing a double major, history and kinesiology. I'd like to go into teaching and coaching for a career."

"Oh, that's great, good for you Samir. You'll be a great coach and teacher. I can tell the kids really look up to you. Are you still working at the casino?"

"Yes ma'am, that's my weekend job...I tend bar at night in the Arrow Lounge; it's the piano bar...gotta pretty nice gig. I get good tips and watch a lot of games. Life is good."

Patrick wandered over, and Molly said her "Good By," adding, "Maybe Tom and I can come watch a game sometime at the casino...we haven't been there yet, and it looks really nice from what I've seen in their advertising. Take care Samir."

In December, at Molly's urging, she and her friends took one of the nurses out to the casino on a Friday night for dinner and drinks on the occasion of her birthday. Molly's husband was in Washington, DC for a seminar, and he took Patrick with him. She was in need of a "girls' night out."

After the buffet and birthday cake, Molly and a few decided to have drinks in the Arrow Lounge. Samir was on the job and waved as Molly and her friends entered.

It turned out to be a great way to end the evening. The piano player was doing a lot of fun songs, like Oobla Dee, Oobla Dah, and the frozen strawberry daiquiris Samir served up were the best.

At around midnight, Molly's friends began to leave for home and before long, she, Samir and the bar back were the only two left in the lounge. Samir closed out his register and walked Molly out to the valet, but on the way she stumbled. He caught her in time to keep her from falling, but he knew she was not sober enough to drive herself home.

As Molly waited for the valet to bring up her car, Samir asked her about driving by herself.

Molly giggled, "Yeah, I know I drank too much, but I'm just a little buzzed, and it's not that far."

Samir shook his head, "No, you shouldn't drive. Your husband is the chief of police...think how it would be if you got pulled over or had an accident. I'll drive you home in your car and just walk from there to my place."

"Well, if you insist. I'm feeling more than just a little embarrassed right now...I mean, I've known you since you were in middle school..."

The valet parked Molly's Volvo at the curb and gave a surprised look as Samir got into the driver's seat. Molly saw that and was laughing as they drove off.

"I sure hope this isn't gonna cause you any problems at work."

Samir knew what she was driving at, but played dumb,"What trouble would that be?"

"Oh, c'mon, you know...young handsome bartender picking up on the MILF customer. You might become famous or unemployed."

Samir laughed, "No, the valet is a friend. He'll be cool."

Molly leaned back in the seat, then kicked off her sandals and put her feet up on the dashboard. Samir noticed her small feet and pink toenails...brought back fond memories.

Molly sensed Samir was looking at her, and dropped her left leg to the floor and adjusted her posture, opening her legs as she did so.

"God, I'm glad you're driving. I am pretty fucked up."

Molly's "F" bomb took Samir by surprise. He had never heard her talk like that. He glanced her way and saw how she was sitting, certainly not very lady-like. She was wearing skinny jeans, and running her hand along the inside of her thigh. She knew he was looking at her.

"So Samir, have you got a girlfriend?"

"No, nothing serious. Most of the girls who I knew from school are either married or moved away. I haven't been dating."

"Oh, too bad. You should have a girlfriend. Were you seeing anyone while you were in the Army?"

"Yeah, I had a steady girl when I was stationed in Germany. She was nice but didn't want to come here, and I wasn't about to stay in Berlin."

They got off the freeway and turned onto the golf course parkway that led to Molly's house when she said, "I don't want to be alone tonight; can you stay with me?"

Samir was at a temporary loss for words, "I, uh hmmm, you want me to stay with you in your house?"

"Yes, I do. My husband and Patrick are in Washington, DC for a few days. I've seen how you've been checking me out all night, and I know you've looked at me before like that. I'm horny, and I think you are too."

Without saying a word, Samir turned into Moly's gated community and parked in the garage. After parking he helped her out of the car. She was pretty drunk, and he had to help her navigate around the junk that cluttered the entry.

Once inside, Molly led him straight to the bedroom.

"Make yourself at home Samir, I'm going to be in the bathroom for a couple minutes."

Samir looked around a bit when he heard the tinkling, seemed to go on for a long time,.."she must've really had to go," he thought to himself. Then, after the sound of the toilet flushing, he heard the bathtub being filled. He pictured her naked, washing her pussy, soaping that red bush...getting it ready for him.

Samir was fully erect now, and got undressed, wondering, "Should I get in bed...maybe put a robe on...turn the lights out?"

He was still contemplating his options when Molly appeared in the doorway, clad only in white lace panties. Her breasts were just like he remembered, C-cup, erect nipples centered on thick, pink areolas, begging to be sucked, flat stomach, and toned legs. She was exquisite.

Upon entering the bedroom, Molly's eyes were instantly drawn to Samir's penis.

He was big, at least 8 inches, maybe more. In her younger days, she had been with big men, but Samir was different. His genitals were much darker than his olive skin, almost black. His uncircumcised cock was thick, and so engorged the pink glans was peaking out of his foreskin. It was pointing straight up. His large scrotal sack hung down between his legs like it was straining under the weight of his clearly defined testicles. He was definitely a stud.

It was Molly's first time with a black man, and the sight of him in his aroused state had an immediate effect. Her upper chest and neck area began to flush, and she felt a tingling as the blood flow to her genitals and breasts increased. She cupped her breasts with her hands, felt her nipples harden even more, then reached into her panties. Her clitoris and labia were swollen and sensitive, and she felt her wetness.

They stood there quietly for a moment, eyeing one another before Samir broke the silence, "Take off your panties."

Molly smiled, licked her lips, then hooked the waistband with her thumbs and pulled her panties down over her hips, letting the white lace fall to the floor. She stepped out with her left foot, grasped her panties with her toes and tossed them to Samir.

"Now that you have me naked, what are you going to do with me?"

"Lie down on the bed."

Without saying a word, Molly pulled the sheet and blanket down, fluffed her pillow, and laid down. She was so turned on by the way Samir was looking at her, like he was no longer a kid, a predator, and she was his prey.

"Spread your legs for me Molly...show me your pussy."

Molly opened her legs for Samir, placing her left foot behind her right knee, "You like that Samir, like my pussy?"

Samir stood there a moment, taking it in. Molly's thick growth of red pubic hair covered her mons pubis, extending down to her anus, but did little to conceal her clitoris and pronounced labia. She was swollen, wet, and her pink slit was plainly visible. She rubbed her pussy with her left hand while massaging her breasts with her right. A soft, long moan escaped her as she raised her hips, offering her sex to him, followed by, "Fuck me...please fuck me."

Samir joined Molly in bed and took her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and shuddered as she felt his big, calloused hand on her vagina.

"Oh baby, that pussy is so wet, like hungry for my cock."

Samir put his middle finger deep inside her, and Molly responded by thrusting her hips, "Aaaah, fuck me, fuck me..."

Samir kissed her on the mouth, a deep French kiss, then moved to her neck with a playful bite just below her neck while breathing into her ear with his nose...that brought a squeal."

Samir smiled, "Sensitive?"

"I'm gonna fuck you Molly, but you gotta work for it. You like to suck cock?"

"Ooooo, yeah, I wanna suck your cock."

She tried to move down on him, but he stopped her, "Not so fast...I said you gotta work for it."

Samir let her go for a moment and got on his back, "Use those nice titties on me...drag em up and down my body. I wanna feel those big nipples all over my body, especially on my cock and balls."

Molly knelt beside Samir and began to work her magic, lightly tracing her breasts up and down on his torso. After a minute, she grabbed his cock and tried to put it in her mouth, but he stopped her.

"Not yet girl, you gotta earn it. You can rub your tits on my cock, but no touching and no sucking until I give you permission. Now move your ass up here, so I can play with you."

Molly did as she was told and began to work on Samir's cock with her breasts. He was rock hard and oozing pre-cum which she tried to catch on her nipples. Samir guided her to a position where she was straddling him, and with her legs spread wide, she presented her sex.

"You can eat my pussy if you like. I...ooooo fuck."

The words caught in her throat as Samir's thick middle finger penetrated her deep. He was on her G-spot, and she collapsed on him, moaning."

Samir continued to finger fuck her, "No one told you to stop...keep painting my cock with those nice titties, and you better be working hard if you want me to fuck you...damn your pussy is tight, wet and tight."

Molly ignored him and grasped his penis with one hand and his scrotum with the other. Samir was all over that, but it was Molly's turn.

"Bitch, you don't listen very..."

But he was unable to get it out before Molly took his cock in her mouth, alternating with deep throating and using her tongue on his sensitive frenulum.

Samir forgot all about being the tough black stud...he was getting the blow job of a lifetime, "Oh, ahhhh fuck...yeah, fuck, fuck!"

Molly had him now and paused, turning to him, "I want your tongue in my pussy and your nose in my ass."

Samir clutched her ass with both hands while sucking her clit and labia. She whimpered a bit before grinding her cunt into his face. The sudden assault hurt his jaw, and now his nose was flush against her asshole...he could smell her, and tried in vane to penetrate her anus with his tongue.