The Third Time is the Charm

Little Stevie was now the center of my life. How often he'd be waiting for me to return from work, full of questions or things that he wanted to do. I was the one to whom he could express his innermost feelings, hopes, fears, and frustrations. When he got out of line, I was the one who offered mild scolding followed immediately with motherly words of undisguised encouragement and demonstrated caring. As Little Stevie grew up, I was with him so much so that many people thought I was his actual mother and Eve was his older sister or cousin.

Yet, there came a time when Little Stevie, my little boy, would enter pre-school and discover other children, leaving me to face my 'singleness' alone - which is another way of saying, being an old maid. So, it was off to the gym to vigorously exercise, dieting and eating the right kinds of food, avoidance of the sun, and other regimes to keep me young-looking as long as I could.

The carefree wild sex of my youth had now been replaced by a series of long-termed affairs. The promise of romance and more led to sex with a few eligible guys around my age, then with one very much younger guy, and finally with a disenchanted married guy who promised to leave his wife but somehow never did.

"You know, Janis," grunted my married lover, Rodney, as he labored between my thighs in our usual cheap hotel room, "for a broad who in her mid-forties...you've still got it. Yeah, you're still an attractive Japanese woman...high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, and sensuous lips. At five-feet-six...you have a willowy and toned body...with nice shapely legs."

With a guttural grunt and a strong thrust, Rodney drove deep into my cunt before blowing his wad without a second thought as to my needs. Then lazily rolling off of me, he rudely yanking his softening cock out of me causing a trickle of his jism to ooze out of my well-used twat. Continuing with his blunt appraisal of me, Rodney muttered, "Yeah, you don't have much in the boob department other than an outstanding pair of upturned meaty nipples. God, how I love sucking on your nipples, making them dark purple and stick out almost an inch. Ooh, how I love hearing you whine like a little bitch when my lips pull them from your heaving chest...so juicy...so delicious...so sensitive."

Before I could say anything, Rodney nudged my head towards his groin, knowing that I would automatically begin licking and sucking him clean. "Hmmm, yeah! That's it, girl. Boy, you sure know how to go down on a man. I don't know what guy taught you how to give a blow job, but he sure taught you right. And from what you've told me, you sure have had a lot of practice...shit, girl, you can't even remember how many cocks you've sucked off. Damn, you're such a good little Jap fuck-slut."

Then squeezing my buns while fingering my brown pucker, Rodney sighed, "God, how I love this bare pussy of yours. Aren't you glad I made you wax off those damn grey pubic hairs? No more stubbles and chaffing...now you're all neat and tidy. And when I fuck you, it's like I'm screwing some barely legal teenage girl given how tight your cunt is. Yeah, I really get my rocks off on banging your sweet asshole like some cheap little whore. Janis, you were made to be fucked."

Yeah, and Rodney did for nearly three years, stringing me along with promises that he'd leave his wife any day. The sad part, however, was that when he finally did, it wasn't for me. Nope, after years of being screwed regularly, I found out just how screwed I was when Rodney unceremoniously dumped for a young witless bimbo.

"Oh, get real, Janis! Bambi is young - sexually vibrant - can give me kids - and a new lease on life. You, on the other hand, are pushing menopause, and have been used by an army of men. Besides, Bambi is refreshing and creative in bed; not like the same old humdrum sex routine that we've been doing over the years."

Then as if to add insult to injury, fate decided to complicate my life even further when my father suffered a severe stroke that made him required constant attention. At first, my mother attended to his increased needs but as the demands got greater, she gradually developed dementia and slipped away with each passing day. I should have put my folks in a care home, but still hurting from my screwed-up personal life and recent dismal rejection, I decided to focus on my parents.

Luckily, my early retirement due to family hardship came without too great a reduction in pension income, and I was able to stay at home to take care of my folks. However, when my parents took a turn for the worst, I began realizing that I would be soon over my head. It was then that unpredictable fate spun the roulette wheel of life and Steve unexpectedly but fortuitously reappeared in my life.

Steve had difficult teenage years. He had fallen in with the "wrong" group, and although very bright, was on the verge of dropping out of high school. Adding to his distraction, Steven found those attractive high school girls who were willing to "put out," were also thoroughly self-centered, petty, and confusing.

"You know, Janis, I don't know what I would have done if it hadn't been for you," confessed Steve to me as we shared a late afternoon soda. "Besides taking care of your folks, you somehow managed to be there for me without asking anything in return. And when I got into trouble...heck...the vice-principal thought you were my mother until the registrar set him straight. You've kept me in school and made sure that I will be able to graduate at the end of this semester.

"I'll gladly help you, Janis, with your parents. Shoots, your folks took me in and watched me when I was born and growing up. They were like the grandparents whom I never had. Helping you take care of your folks is my way of returning the favor.

"Besides - my mom - well - is doing her own thing and doesn't have the time for me.

Being in her mid-thirties, she's desperately seeking a man in her life, and having a teenage son hanging around has made some possible suitors shy away. I know she won't mind - in fact, she'll be glad - if I stay over here to help you. Hey, if push comes to shove, I can sleep on the couch. Plus, I'll get to spend more time with you and catch up on things. You've been more of a mother to me than my own biological mom. And you know that I'd do anything for you."

Steve watched my folks whenever he could and this enabled me to shop for groceries and do other errands. Having his own key to our house, he made it a point to drop in and keep them company like a dutiful grandson they never had. When things got worse, he helped me feed, bathe, and bed them. Then Steve, my "son," was there to offer a comforting shoulder and support when my mother died and then when my father passed away three months later. I wouldn't have made it through that dreadful period of my life without Steve.

I was nearing my half-century mark My parents who had been such a dominant force in my life and the primary reason for my sexual rebellion and follies were now gone. My chances of reentering the job market were virtually eliminated by my early retirement. While I persisted and applied for various job openings, many prospective employers wanted a younger worker who would be there for the long run.

Along these same lines, any meaningful romance seemed equally doomed. Men my age or older were either unhappily married, confirmed bachelors, or totally socially and sexually hopeless. The seemingly eligible guys who included acceptably younger men were in active pursuit of the women like Eve. There were of course those scumbags who had screwed me repeatedly throughout my life and were only looking for a casual fling with an older horny woman until someone younger and more attractive came along.

I had just accepted my spinster lot in life when the fickle fate turned in my unexpected favor. This critical turning point came soon after Steve had turned eighteen and a few months before my fiftieth birthday.

It was a sweltering summer day when I began cleaning my parent's bedroom, packing their clothes and belongings either for a charitable donation or to discard. I had decided to make their larger bedroom mine and needed Steve's help to make it happen. Because we would be working in an unairconditioned bedroom, both of us dressed in loose tank-tops and baggy shorts since we were comfortable with each other being casually dressed.

"So, Jan, what are you going to do with your old bedroom?" Steve jokingly asked as I made it clear that we moved my things into the new master bedroom.

"I was thinking of making it a storage room or guest room. I haven't given it much thought."

"Hey, I thought it was going to become mine."

"Why Steve," I laughed as I knelt on the floor and bent over to unpack my belongings, "You never had any hesitation sleeping in any bed in this house - especially mine."

There was something about my comment that made Steve look at me in a new light. Unbeknownst to me at the time, he was instantly rewarded with an unobstructed view down my loose top and of my braless pointy tits with their fat long nipples.

Now Steve was no stranger to my breasts and had seen them numerous times. In his younger years, they had been a source of nourishment and motherly comfort. Still, he didn't expect that this chance sighting would cause an instant hardening in the crotch of his loose shorts. Before he knew it, he had sprouted an unbelievable boner that he sought to quickly conceal.

"What the hell! What is happening?" asked Steve of himself in surprise. "Janis has always been a mother figure, but now all of a sudden I'm looking at Janis' tits as if for the first time. I can't help but to me think, 'Not bad...not bad at all.' I'm seeing Janis in an entirely different way...one that until now, had never crossed my mind...but, I can't deny the hard-on that I popped upon seeing her tits."

Letting his eyes discretely travel the length of my slender form. Steve in a newfound appreciation of my small perky tits, flat tummy, tight buns, and long toned legs. "Jeez, how come I never saw just how pretty Janis is...and goddamn sexy. How could I have been so blind for so long?"

I had to admit that when I noticed Steve's obvious but unexpected erection, I was initially taken aback. Although I was initially alarmed that I might be the cause of it. I couldn't deny that in some strange and almost perverse way, I was subtly pleased that I could evoke such a response in such a young man. Sick as it may sound, I made no effort to stop Steve from admiring my bare breasts.

"Oh my god," I thought as I slyly checked out Steve while trying to carry on nonchalantly, "when did Steve become such a handsome hunk? He's so tall and good-looking. Look at that chest and biceps, his muscular legs, and that incredible tight butt.

"Janis, stop this! It seems like only yesterday that you powdered those buns and had him nursing at your swollen tits. You're sick, simply, sick! You have become a lonely and desperate horny old lady...not even a lady...a slut would be more like it. Steve is over thirty years younger than you and is like a son. What are you thinking, you perverted cradle robber? It's like incest!"

While neither of us did anything, the air became thick with our escalating attraction. As we worked side by side to set up the master bedroom, casual touches in the close quarters brought shivers of excitement, a temporary separation, and then followed immediately by a yearning for more intimate contact. Looks were exchanged as our eyes saw now one another from an undeniably new perspective. Both of us were afraid, ashamed, and yet enticed by this subtle but definite change in the perspective of our long-term relationship.

In the late afternoon, the heat and humidity had become nearly unbearable. Without any hesitation, Steve stripped off his t-shirt, amply displaying the breath-taking muscular definition of his sweat-glistening torso and the unmistakable heaviness in the front of his shorts. Perspiration soaked my damn thin top, making it cling obscenely to my upturned pointed tits as my swollen nipples made obscene bumps in the damped material. My thin cotton shorts molded to the curve of my buns and panty-covered crotch. Yet, while we didn't want to admit it, we knew that much of the heat we felt came from something other than the sweltering room temperature.

"Let's call it quits," I groaned as I arched my back to stretch, unknowingly emphasizing my protruding nipple bumps. "I'll fix us dinner after I take a shower." Heading to the master bedroom bathroom, I looked over my shoulder and told Steve that he could use the main bathroom to freshen up.

As I closed the bathroom door and shed my clothes, I couldn't help but wonder, "Damn it, this is getting out of hand. I'm getting turned on by Steve...my little Stevie. How can I have such lewd thoughts about someone who is...a son to me? This can't be..."

A gasp escaped my lips as a blast of cold water struck my chest, instantly causing my meaty nipples to quickly harden and extend as my areolas contracted. Thoroughly dousing myself in the chilly water, I desperately tried to rapidly cool my overheated nakedness and sizzling libido. My self-incrimination was, however, abruptly interrupted when the shower curtain was yanked aside, and a completely naked Steve stepped into the shower with me.

"Steve!" I exclaimed as one of my arms covered my bare breasts while the hand of my other concealed my hairless vulva. "What are you doing?"

With a broad grin as he gazed upon my nudity, Steve nonchalantly muscled me aside to stand before the showerhead, lazily sighing under the icy spray, "What does it look like? I'm conserving water by showering with you. Now, how about scrubbing my back...and I'll do yours?"

I sputtered a hasty protest, but Steve just grinned broadly and quipped, "Come on, Janis. I've seen you naked before. I've taken countless baths with you."

"But that was years ago when you were my little boy!"

"I'm still that little boy...just a lot bigger."

"I'd say that you're a lot 'bigger'!" I managed to mutter as my eyes were instantly drawn to Steve's magnificent erection. Thank god I was dripping wet for my mouth watered with unspoken desire and my sex became sopping wet as I gazed at how the massive magnificent piece of rock-hard man-meat before my eyes.

"Shit, what happened to that cute pink little ding-ding of Baby Steve" I gasped to myself as I was transfixed by the curve of his rigid shaft had his flanged head rearing up like a swaying king cobra, powerful and dangerous, transfixing me with fear and yet anticipation.

.

"Hey, I can't help my body's reaction to an attractive woman," Steve purred with undisguised lust dripping in his response as he made no effort to hide his masculine asset. "Wait!" he exclaimed as he pulled away my lowered hand to expose my smooth pussy lips. "What happened to my 'poose-poose'? Where are the smooth hairs that I used to pet and stroke because you referred to it as your pussy?"

"Hmmph, I knew I shouldn't have let you do that but you were quite insistent on having your way with me and I shamelessly indulged your innocent childish curiosity. Anyway, your 'poose-poose' had too many gray hairs so I removed them all. And I'm even smoother without all those hairs..." I managed to utter before emitting a shrill squeal when Steve lightly ran his fingertips over the bare delta of my inner thighs, skimming and then dipping into the crack of my fleshy folds.

"Stop that, Steve," I managed to utter as I playfully swatted away his probing fingers which threatened to overwhelm me with erotic sensations. "Don't do that. I see you haven't changed at all. Still the spoiled little brat whom I sinfully pampered. Hmmph!"

Pushing my upper arm aside to expose my small perky boobs, Steve appreciatively chuckled, "Well, I'm glad to see that 'Eeney' and 'Meeny' are still here. It seemed like yesterday that I used to play the childhood game of "Eeny-meeny-miney-moe" while making up my mind which of your nipples to comfort suck at bedtime. They are still as big as I remember them."

"They are so big because you sucked on them so hard and so often that they were never the same after I stopped nursing you. They're big, fat, and so ugly."

"Are you kidding? These nipples are so delicious looking that I'm drooling just looking at them. Do they still taste good?" Before I could reply, Steve lowered his head to inhale one of my thick tips into his mouth while his lips feverishly tugged away.

Whatever argument I had to stop Steve's bold exploration of my body died immediately in my throat as I gasped suddenly as a paralysis spread rapidly from my suckled tit to the rest of my body. Each pull of his lips and flick of his tongue brought a mewling whimper from my lips and caused me to tremble uncontrollably. When my other stiff nipple was pinched between his thumb and forefinger, rolled and tweaked, I gushed with wetness between my parted legs that was not from the shower.

However, when his throbbing manhood prodded repeatedly against my belly as he pressed me against the shower wall, I desperately groaned, "Stop, Steve, stop now! We shouldn't do this! You're like a son...this is like incest!"

I never got to finish my protest as Steve's mouth covered mine with a kiss that sent shivers down my spine and threatened to cause my knees to buckle. "I am not..." he muttered as his tongue tip slipped to an earlobe and then down my neck, "your son! Don't you know that by now? Look at what you do to me, Janis." Then as if to emphasize his point, he grasped my hand that I had wedged between us and slapped it on his sizzling iron-hard erection.

I knew that I should have recoiled in shock and disgust, and stormed out of the shower. However, my body had a mind of its own, surrendering to my innermost lust that had laid dormant during my recent years of abstinence. My slender fingers tightened their grasp and then began to slide up and down his fleshy pole of their own accord. I knew then and there that I had to have Steve.

"Oooh, yeah, that's it...yeah...oooh...don't stop..." Steve just lean back against the shower wall, his eyes closed in utter bliss, as his hips were thrust forward in response to my stroking. "Don't stop, Janis. You're so damn beautiful...always have been...but especially now that I see you as a woman. Oooh, shit, that feels so damn good. More, Janis, more...please!"

I knew what he wanted, and what I wanted to do. Any hesitancy I might have had vanished when I heard his urgent plea. I never could deny Steve anything before when he was growing up, and more importantly, I couldn't deny him now.

Before I knew it, I dropped to my knees in complete adoration of his beautiful swaying young cock. With great anticipation, I gradually pulled Steve's erection from his taunt stomach until it was level with my eyes, amazed at its springy yet stiff thickness. "Jeez, I'm drooling with my open mouth,...oh, fuck, Steve is so hard...so inviting. I can't resist...don't want to stop...can't hold back any longer...

"Yummy, so goddamn tasty...so very big that he fills my mouth like never before. I love the feel of his hard-on that slid and out of my grasping lips, going deeper and deeper down my throat. Now to pump my fist to match my head bobbing...ummm...he tastes so goddamn good! Shit, did a deep shudder rock his body? Ooh, are his hips are bucking...pumping his fat dick faster and faster into my welcoming mouth? I wonder if he's going to..."

Suddenly Steve's hips jerked forward, and a tsunami of indescribable salty sweetness flooded the back of my throat. Gripping his shaft, I madly sucked, gulped, and swallowed Steve's savory cum as if it was manna from Heaven. When his throbbing cock finally stopped jerking, I continued to suck his cock that was still long, thick, and hard, slurping the last drop of its ambrosia with my snake-like tongue.