Too Long

Lost love had Billy thinking of the past, and questioning life. His memories turned to a childhood friend, a companion now lost, but once much like a brother. The years had lead Steve and he in different directions, until he had no idea where life had taken his best friend.

Linda crawled from bed, more out of habit than need. The house was still and quiet. Only the ticking of the big grandfather clock made any sound at all. She had thought of selling it, as it was a painful reminder of a husband lost much too soon. Cancer had eaten to the bone before he finally passed. It was he that had given her the time piece as a present when they first bought their home. Now its endless clicks and bells were a constant reminder of happier times.

By years of routine, she perked coffee and settled into a morning that was as lonely and slow as her life had become. Her children grown, they had only bits and pieces of their days to spend with her. Mostly it was just her, and she wasn't motivated to change it much.

Even shaving had become an effort for the young man. Billy had to fight just to motivate his self through each day since his wife left. The razor felt almost painful to his skin, but everything had become painful. His body hurt, his soul ached, as depression wracked his body and mind. Too young to feel that way, the dark-headed man knew he had to pick himself up some way. Though he wasn't sure were to find Steve, he knew who would know where he was. His mother still lived by his parents. She would know.

Cleaned up, looking a bit smarter than he had in some time, he drove to his old neighborhood. His worn car pulled into the empty drive, and he wasn't sure she would even be home. After driving all that way, it was worth a knock he figured. Climbing from the door, he made his way along the narrow walk. The flowers had overgrown it mostly. They always kept an obsessively neat yard, and it seemed quite strange. He remembered as a kid how perfect everything always seemed with them.

Ringing the bell, he heard footsteps in the hall beyond the heavy wooden door. It opened, and Linda was standing there, still in her robe. He felt suddenly embarrassed that he had harassed her much too early.

When Linda opened the door to find her son's friend, she felt suddenly elated to have any distraction from the loneliness. She beamed as she opened the door.

"Billy, what a nice surprise," the middle-aged woman trilled.

She looked a fine as always. Out of years of habit, she still cared for herself well. Part Native American Indian, she had ruddy, dark skin and jet black hair. Her dark eyes were bottomless and deep. Though some wrinkles had lined the corners of her eyes, and a few streaks of silver had appeared, she was always just so. More than once as a teen she had been the subject of his boyhood fantasies.

"Hello Mrs. Clark," he said childishly from pure reflex. "I have been thinking of Steve recently, and I was wondering if I could trouble you for his number? I tried looking it up, but I guess it is unlisted."

"Yeah, they've always had an unlisted number," she replied. "Why don't you come in?"

He stepped back in time as he entered the hall that he had visited over and over with his best friend. The perfect living room that they were never allowed in remained the same down to the big clock that always chimed on time. Forbidden as a child, it was now open to him as an adult, as she led him to the sofa.

"Well how have you been?" she asks.

Billy didn't want to depress her with all his tragedy so he said he had been fine. He explained he was divorced, and had never had any children. Asking how she was, he was saddened to find out her husband had died. They spent hours talking of the past, of the present, and of whatever came up. Two lonely people found solstice in one another. The empty house filled with joy and light as they laughed and shared secretes of times gone by.

It had been years for each of them, and the familiarity soon had Billy noticing the part in her robe that showed the soft skin over her breasts; a teasing glimpse of the fullness of womanhood at her chest. Though he fought against his mind and diverted his eyes, he couldn't help but see the smooth thighs that seemed to flow from the hen of the nightgown she wore. Her robe had slipped as she crossed her legs, revealing the view.

Even though he was struggling to hide it, Linda couldn't help but feel his hungry eyes sneaking peeks at her more private skin. It had been years since anyone had looked at her that way. It was then she noticed he was suddenly uncomfortably crossing his legs. She was sure the crotch of his jeans was much fuller than before. Now a forbidden thought flashed through her mind, an image of them together. She fought it away, feeling ashamed for even daring to think such a thing. Forcing her mind off him, she tried to return to their conversation.

"Would you like some coffee?" she asked.

Saying he would, she went to the kitchen that was open to the formal room. He watched her walk away, her fleshy bum visible despite the gown and robe. Forty-plus years hadn't harmed her figure at all, he thought. Inside he scolded himself for having such thoughts about his friend's mom.

As she returned, a fresh view of her frontal beauty. Outlines of large breasts union of her legs greeted his eyes, and told him of her suppressed, dormant sexuality. Once more he rebuked himself for his thoughts, and diverted his eyes to the floor.

They ended up looking through old albums, photos of youth. As the two recalled fond memories over the bitter coffee, the instinctively moved closer and closer together on the couch, until they were shoulder to shoulder. They laughed and passed the time, until suddenly they realized how close they were nuzzled. Their eyes locked, and the room filled with tension.

Billy dropped his eyes, ashamed to look into her warm face. Linda knew he wanted her, and she also knew he would never give in to such carnal thoughts of her. She was from a generation that wasn't so bold, a prim and proper world where women would never dare to reach out. As if such desires were beyond them, they always knew their place. Things had changed over the years. Now she worked, drove herself about, and took care of her home. It was a different time, and she was a different woman.

She reached across, placing her long, thin fingers under his chin. Guiding it up, pulling his stare back into her eyes, she smiled at him. Slowly, carefully, she leaned and put her lips upon his. At first it was tense, uncomfortable, but the fires stirred deep inside them. Feelings long repressed surfaced, desires not vented in far too long flooded forth. Their lips pressed hard, as passion filled the kiss. Unsure arms wrapped one another, as the two gave in to forbidden lust.

"Are you sure?" Billy asked.

"No, but I know we're going to, so don't stop," she replied.

He kissed her again, harder, deeper, more sure. His tongue lightly tested her lips. She opened, inviting it in, and returning with her own. Billy was kissing his best friends mom! French Kissing!

With his left hand, the young man untied her belt, and guided her robe open. As he both thrilled and trembled with fear, he ran his palm of the slick, smooth satin gown. White with lace along the top of each breast, it has slender straps over each of her dark, womanly shoulders. He shook like a dried leaf holding on to a fall tree against a hard wind, as he dared touch her breast. Once only a dream, he now lived forbidden fantasies he once wrote off as unreasonable and wrong. As he felt her nipple respond, Billy was sure his heart would leap from his chest.

Linda felt ashamed of herself. Every nerve in her body was screaming that this was wrong. Time and again she tried to stop herself, and each time she failed. Lonely, sad, she needed this as bad as he did. No matter how wrong it was, it didn't matter, not then, not there. She kissed back, pulling at him with her thin arms, begging him to take her with her still sexy body. Arching, she offered him a firm grasp of her neglected tit, as she exhaled with a long ragged breath.

"Oh yes, that feels good," she hummed to assure the frightened youth.

Now sure that they had crossed the threshold, all hope of ceasing behind them, she pulled away. Standing, she took his hand in hers, and led Billy to her guest bedroom. Billy knew it wasn't hers, but didn't question anything at that point. There were too many memories in her room. That was the room her and her husband made love. Linda couldn't make love to another in there.

Thinking she should explain, she began, "I can't..."

"No need to explain," Billy interrupted, placing a finger across her plump lips. "I lost a wife too. I know."

Standing by the queen guest bed, she slipped her robe off. Now only the thin gown separated the two as they kissed once more. Body pressing body, arms pulling at each other's body, they embraced in a lover's embrace. Any fears now overwhelmed by need, they began to make love with all the pent up lust restrained in their neglected bodies. Their lips danced, the heat grew, Billy went from boy to man in her arms.

One strap at a time, he slipped the gown free, as Linda let it fall away. Now she stood before him in only briefs, her succulent breasts dangling from her chest. Each had a mocha nipple that was swollen and attentive, as he unbuttoned his shirt. It joined the gown on the floor, as he took the lovely woman in his arms once more. Skin upon skin, they thrilled at the heat of each other, at the feeling of just anyone to hold.

"Forget who I am from the past," she instructed. "Today I am a woman; your woman to love."

When he embraced her this time, he ran his hands down her spine. He could feel her tense hard muscles, and the swale of her plump womanly rump. Grasping her cheeks, he lifted her tighter to his lips, and their tongues eagerly licked away. Their breaths grew shorter and shorter, as their bodies screamed `Take Me'.

Over her ruddy cheek, and down her thin, veined neck his lips danced. Billy kissed his way to her breast, as his palm played with one, working it into a needy quiver. When the heat of his wet mouth covered the first leathery prick, she gasped out loud. Her hand cupped the back of his head, pulling his mouth against her skin. When he bit it lightly, she jerked violently with electricity as it ran through her spine and over all her limps. Even her toes tingled from the sharp sensation. Time was meaningless as he took his sweet, slow pace, driving her crazy.

His palm now free to explore slipped over her stomach. Its rough surface rasped over her belly, causing her very navel to quiver, as it slipped to her furry mound. She bent her legs, and stepped one aside, allowing his fingers into her fiery joint. He could feel the soft fluffiness of her hair, and the moist heat emitting from her depths, and he worked his fingers back and forth along her length.

Billie's manhood was swollen, painful. Every inch of his body needed more. As he worked his hand into her panties, he thought he would lose control. It was just the most incredible moment of his young life, a childhood fantasy come to life. As he worked a finger into her slit, and found her wet lips waiting, he shook all over and his knees felt weak. Using his other arm around her back, he turned them so the bed was behind her. As he stood he guided Linda to her back, and sunk to his knees beside the tall bed.

Smiling from her knees, she felt a tug at her briefs. Linda arched her back, and felt her panties pull away. A palm on each knee guided her legs apart, and then one behind each thigh guided them into the air. She felt herself open to him, and then watched his face slowly move closer.

Billy's nose filled with her musky aroma, as he inhaled her scent. Pungent, womanly, it filled him with fire. He longed to taste her, to savor that first lick. Slipping his tongue out, he drew it up her long furrow. Wet folds of skin engulfed the tip, coating it with slippery juices. Tangy and salty, he could feel the edges of his tongue tingle, as he flicked across her swollen pearl. Linda's whole body shivered, as he drew it back and took a taste.

"Mmm.." he hissed, "you taste wonderful."

With that he returned, slowly, tenderly eating her pussy. She swayed, her mind becoming dizzy and lost in feelings long past due. The room seemed to swim around her, and she couldn't feel the mattress. It was almost as if she were floating in air, as she enjoyed his attentive tongue.

It began with a simple twitch, deep inside her bowels. Then another; growing, joining together in kind of a fluttering jiggle. With a jerk, the first throbbing, pound pulse went through her. Almost as if hit, she bounced into the air, as a loud gasp escaped her throat. Like waves pounding the shore, Linda felt her body release. She rolled her hips, and shook to the core as she came for him. On and on it rolled and danced, lasting for minutes it seemed. She couldn't breath, only pant. It almost hurt it was so strong. Oh how she needed it so.

As it slowly passed and her mind cleared, she saw him rise. She watched as Billy unfastened his jeans, and slowly lowered them to the floor. The outline of his youthful member stood bulging against his shorts, which he quickly removed as well. As he moved to her, she found herself smiling, waiting and hoping. Pressure at her lips, and then the expansion as she was filled. Stretching skin, slick wetness, his prick plunged deep into her body. He began fucking her, pounding her with a need as sharp as her own. Each blow sent waves up her skin, as she arched her neck and groaned.

Billy looked down on her, still not quite believing it was real. Surely this was some dream and he would soon awake to a wet mess. It wasn't a dream, as he watched her dance with each attentive thrust. He felt her warmth around him, as he fucked Linda deep and hard.

"Are you safe?" he managed to choke out.

"No, so be careful," was all she replied.

Unplanned, no condoms at hand, he would have to pull out. For several minutes he pounded her wetness, and suddenly felt the familiar burn of pending release. He quickly pulled it out, and wrapped his maleness with a hand. With a few jerks, he made it release, sending a stream of milky seed up her body. On and on he spray, coating her stomach with cum, until it slowly died away.

Right or wrong, the two had made love. It was from then on a secret they shared. No, it wasn't the end and certainly not the only time he would visit. It was a beginning, an outlet that could lead nowhere, but meant the world at the moment. Nowhere to be, no family at home, they spent the rest of the day together, showering, cooking, talking and making love many times.