Nan

Still Nancy might never have taken advantage of that mighty organ but that Robert made a move. She felt his hands move up inside her dress, caressing the naked flesh beneath. They reached her breasts and began to gently press them. In a quiet but tense voice he said, “I want you, Nan, I want you properly…please Nan…please…I’ve never had a woman…please…”

“We can’t, darling,” she said softly.

“Why not? Oh please, I want you so badly.”

“Darling, I’m too old for you and I’m almost like a mother to you.”

“You’re not too old, Nan, and you’re not my mother, so why not?”

“I just can’t, darling.”

“You said you loved me and you know I love you, so why can’t we?”

“I…I….” Nancy’s restraint was breaking down and one half of her wanted to find some reason why not to give herself to Robert, and the other half longed for his young red lips to close over her nipples, his tongue to lick her salt lubricant, and to have that great penis sink in to her female depths.

Robert broke the spell of indecision when he said, “I know you go with men, but you don’t love them, but you tell me you love me and you won’t do it with me, why?”

Nancy gave up the struggle to find some logical reason why not and said, “Darling, if it’s what you really want and you swear never to tell anyone, then just this once.”

“I swear I’ll never tell,” Robert replied in a choking voice.

Nancy said, “All right, darling, let’s do it properly and get undressed.” With that she pulled her dress over her head to stand naked before Robert.

She began to remove Roberts clothing while he whispered, “Your beautiful Nan, beautiful.”

Nancy pressed him back on to the cushions and leaning over him pressed her lips to his, her tongue probing for entry into his mouth. Robert seemed to know instinctively what to do, and his lips parted to admit her tongue. She explored his mouth, licking at his saliva as her hand continued to stimulate his penis and Robert’s hands convulsively pressed her breasts.

Nancy knew what Robert wanted at that moment – what so many men want – so she moved so as to bring a ripe pink nipple against his mouth. She had no need to do more because Robert sucked the sweet morsel into his mouth, sucking and licking it like a child hungry for the nourishment of its mother’s milk.

As Robert continued to enjoy her teat she drew his hand down between her legs and taking one finger, inserted it into her vagina and began to move it in and out. Robert got the message quickly, and soon he had three fingers working in her.

Nancy would have liked to sit astride his face and press her sex organ against his lips so he might give her oral sex, but decided that this was not the time. It was as if she knew this would not be the only time they would come together like this, and the moment would come when they would explore each other further. For now she would experience that massive organ penetrating her womanhood.

She came astride him and guiding his penis brought it to nuzzle up against the soft inner lips of her vagina. She did not let him penetrate immediately but moved the head of his penis in turn between her warm wet inner lips, letting him feel their moist warmth, and pressing it gently against her clitoris.

Robert responded to this with little cries and groans and after a minute of this teasing Nancy suddenly thrust down on him so that his shaft entered her vaginal tunnel.

I suppose most males before they ever experience copulation with a woman, have some image in their heads about what it will feel like to penetrate female genitals. Yet as most of them will admit, that image never truly conveys the sheer delight and ecstasy that is experienced the first time they enter the deep mystery that is woman, especially if that woman is experienced in the ways of sexual love.

Nancy was just such an experienced woman, yet she too was encountering something new. She had never been penetrated by such a massive sex organ before. She thought it might be painful, but instead it was sheer rapture.

As Robert entered her warm moist depths she felt for the first time ever her now distended sex organ completely filled. His shaft fitted tightly against her vaginal walls and pressed urgently against the top of her tunnel.

Having got his full length inside her she stayed still for a while, simply flexing her vaginal muscle round his organ. She got the extremely gratifying response of Robert’s almost delirious moans and whimpers, but it was when finally she began to move that he gave full voice to what he was experiencing.

“Oh God…Nan…it’s beautiful…don’t stop…please don’t stop…”

Nancy could have easily responded in like manner as she felt that great organ sliding up and down in her moist soft womanhood. Being Nancy she was in two minds what she wanted; whether to let it go on and on, or to release the orgasm she was fighting to hold back. The decision was finally taken out of her hands – or should I say genitals – by Robert.

He gave an almost animal howl and Nancy knew that it presaged his ejaculation. The orgasm that had been tantalizing her in the background as it were, she now let have its way with her. It hurled itself upon her, convulsing her entire body, and she gave forth with a piercing scream of tormented delight.

Shaking and shuddering she thrashed up and down on Robert as his semen erupted violently into her. “Make me pregnant…make me pregnant…” screamed Nancy, asking the impossible but responding to the primeval urge to create new life in her body.

In a sense that was the tragedy of the situation. As Nancy felt Roberts hot seed thud into her she desired fervently to be fertilised in a way she had never done before. As she engaged in this frenzied coupling with Robert she felt as if the years dropped away from her. There was no thought of age difference now; she was young again, a fecund young woman being impregnated by the man she loved.

She was in the grip of an overwhelming and desired only to surrender to this brief time of delicious torment as her orgasm reached its climax and stretched her helpless on the rack of that agonising blend of love and lust.

Robert completed his ejections, but Nancy continued to move on his now slackening manhood making soft, sobbing, whimpering noises as her orgasm continued to send diminishing shock waves through her. She dropped forward pressing wet kisses and licks over Roberts face moaning, “I love you…I love you…”

Thus far I have tried to put in writing what came to me from Nancy, albeit not in an orderly manner but in bits and pieces over several hours of conversion concerning her “Dilemma.”

As Nancy saw it, her world had been turned upside down. What had been intended as a once only coupling with Robert had extended beyond that.

“We can’t leave each other alone,” she sobbed. “I need him…I really need him, and he seems to need me. What am I going to do? From that first time we came together I knew no other man would be able to satisfy me again…that huge, beautiful…Oh God, it’s so big…I want him so badly.”

I could see that even just talking about it had aroused Nancy. Her face had turned bright pink, her lips moistened and she could hardly keep still.

She went on to tell me how they now slept together and copulated constantly but things might come to an end soon because Vera was due home in a few days.

“What are we going to do,” she moaned. “We need each other so badly.”

I saw her problem – or rather, problems. She could only stay in the house at the invitation of Vera and it would not be safe to take Robert to her own house. This problem I could help with, so I offered her the use of one of my bedrooms where they could meet and make love as often as possible.

The other problem was an insoluble one. There was the huge age gap but Nancy was not acknowledging this at the time. It was true, the new found “Love of her life,” as she called Robert, had indeed stripped away the years.

If before she began the sexual relationship with Robert she had looked in her mid thirties, she now looked even younger. I could see that there would be difficult times ahead for her when the heat of their passion had cooled and Robert began to see her as the age she was.

Another problem was the change in their relationship. As I have said, the relationship had been a maternal one. Perhaps something of the maternal aspect would remain, but now they were lovers with all the emotional and sexual intricacies that such a relationship entails.

One interesting and slightly amusing aspect of their affair was told me one day by Nancy.

“Do you know what Vera said to me the other day? She said Robert seemed to have changed a lot lately. He’s not so dejected and seems to happy and relaxed.”

I am writing this story almost twelve years after Nancy came to me with it. The final outcome is not yet known, but for about five years Nancy and Robert made use of the bedroom I had offered, coming together as often as they could. Then Robert moved out of home and into a flat of his own. It was there that they continued their sexual intimacy.

Robert got married and there has been one child from the marriage. Nancy, who did not seemed particularly upset about Robert’s marriage – in fact she even seemed to encourage it – is still visited by Robert. I am given to understand that Robert professes great affection for his “old Nan”, and under the cover of going to “see if she’s all right,” they have returned to using the bedroom I offered them so long ago.

If you have any doubt about Nancy’s ability to perform or Robert’s desire to, be assured I often hear their cries and moans as they enjoy each other.

I wonder if there is a message here for Nannies and mature women?