Mama Likes It DirtybyAreaMan©
Alan sat down at a table in the back of the nearly empty restaurant and ordered a scotch. He was early, giving him a chance to organize his thoughts and think about ways to direct the conversation.
Nervous? A little. But mostly he felt a tingle that had been absent for too many years.
Lois entered the dining area and squinted in the dim light. Where the ... oh, back there. She walked to his table.
Alan stood, kissed her lightly, then pulled out her chair.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked with a nervous laugh.
He waited until the waitress came by and took her drink order. A glass of chardonnay. Nothing too oaky.
"It's no big deal, I promise," he began. "But I think we both recognize that things have been ... a little different lately. Kids all grown up. You're knocking em dead in real estate land. I'm doing more since Meadows retired."
She listened, a little confused. Was he ... what was this all about?
He reached under the table and took her hands as he realized where her thoughts were heading.
"I love you, honey," he said. "This might be a new stage for us, but we're going to get through this together. Maybe even in ways that can bring a little excitement back into our lives ... or ... our marriage ... or ... our ... um ... bedroom."
She relaxed a little.
"Well, I didn't know where you were going just then," she admitted.
"I know," he said. "I didn't mean to confuse you. But I want to ask you about something."
She looked wary again. So, there was something on his mind.
He was 51. She, 49. They both had put on a few pounds, but they had their health and their humor intact. They chased Springsteen whenever he toured. They had followed the Saints to the Super Bowl. They cooked together, voted the same way and found time to help out with Meals on Wheels.
So, what was this all about?
"Remember the other night ... " he said before hesitating. "When I was downstairs? And I asked if I could check my e-mail on your laptop?"
Lois lost some of the color in her cheeks. Oh, boy.
"Yeah, so I promise I wasn't snooping," he said slowly, "but you had a dvd in the computer ... "
"Yeah, so ..."
"Honey," she started. "I wasn't ... I mean ... I just ... sometimes I get curious and ... oh, honey, this really wasn't anything about you ... I just ..."
He interrupted her with a small smile.
"It's ok. It's ok. I promise," he said. "I'm not upset or anything. I mean ... just the opposite, really."
They were quiet for a moment. They both took a much-needed sip of their drinks.
"Just the opposite?" she said after a pause.
"Um ... yeah," he said. "It was ... um ... let me be real honest here ... it was really hot, I thought. A real big turn-on ... not just the movie ... which ... oh, baby ... but the fact that you had it .... that you had been watching it ... and then me thinking about what you might have been doing ..."
She blushed but looked relieved.
"Wow," she said after a minute. "I was afraid you would be really, really pissed."
"Well, that's kind of what I want to talk to you about," he said. "We've been together for so long, and neither one of us is at fault here, but we're so ... so ... stuck in our routine that who knows how many things there are about you that I have no clue about. And I have some secret thoughts of my own I wouldn't mind sharing after all this time.""So what are you proposing?" she asked.
"How 'bout if we try to figure out a way to kind of put Alan and Lois in a closet every now and then. See who we have left. Maybe we watch one of your naughty dvds one night. Maybe I ask you to do something that's a little outside of your comfort zone another night. I think we just need to open up a little with one another."
"I'm listening," she said. "I'm a little nervous though. I'm not sure I ever could have told you about ... um ... that particular dvd."
Alan smiled to himself. He had watched only a few minutes, but it was quite an eyeful -- literally. A porn star knelt in a circle of six men while they took turns spurting cum all over her face. No, he couldn't see Lois bringing up that one the next time they looked at the TV guide.
"I've been thinking about that, too," he said. "Why don't we take advantage of the 21st century? We have so many ways to communicate now. Maybe you'd feel more comfortable mentioning something like that if we weren't sitting face to face."
Alan reached into his pocket and put a smart phone on the table.
"What's this?" she asked.
"This is the bat phone," he said with a grin. "I'm giving you one, and I have another one just like it. It's for when Alan and Lois are away and you and I want to talk to another part of each other. Maybe I send you a text. Maybe you leave me a voice mail. Maybe we set up new e-mail accounts. Whatever you think is best. I just think we might find it easier to share some of these thoughts in a different way. We'll keep our other cell phones, but these will be for the hidden us. No one else in the world will have these numbers."
Lois picked up the phone and looked at it.
"So if I want to see ... the other you ... I just text your bat phone or call or whatever," she said.
"That's right. It'll be our secret signal. I'll already have an idea of why you're calling if my bat phone rings."
"Ok," she said, slowly. "Just a trial period, for now. Two weeks. If either of us feels uncomfortable after two weeks, we try something else."
"Deal," he said. "Oh, baby, this is gonna be awesome!"
"Wait," she said. "What do we call ourselves?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, you know, if we're putting away Alan and Lois, I still need to know who I'm talking to."
He hadn't thought about that.
"Well," he said. "We'll just have to ..."
"I know!" she interrupted, then laughed. "You know how we always said we were never going to fall into that trap that so many parents fall into. Where we start calling each other 'Mother' and 'Daddy' or whatever. 'Let's wash the dishes, now, Mother.' I mean, I know why we did that. We had to try to keep some parts of our identities intact when we were so busy with the kids. But the kids are grown now. And I kind of like the idea of having a sugar daddy. How bout if I call you Big Daddy and you call me your Hot Mama? That's so cheesy it could be fun ... and sexy."
"That's awesome!" he said. "You got it. Let's order some dinner now, Mama. Big Daddy's about to starve!"
Their lovemaking that night reminded Alan of their days in college -- exploring each other's bodies with fingers, mouths and eyes as if they had stumbled onto some paradise never seen before and not likely to be seen again.
He rolled onto his back, took her hands and guided Lois so that she straddled him. Her big, soft breasts hung down almost to her belly button. He lifted them up and played with her nipples in the candlelight, then noisily kissed and sucked her.
For too many years, their sex had been confined to the missionary position, a sheet over Alan's back while he blindly fucked her. Now, Lois felt a forbidden thrill as she saw Alan's eyes rove all over her. He drank in her voluptuous body.
His hard cock pressed urgently against her pussy. He reached down and held it up for her.
She understood his silent request. With a soft moan, she slowly sat back. All these years we've been together, she thought, and yet it's like I'm naked for the first time.
He pinched her nipples while she fucked him. She closed her eyes. This was so much to take in at once. Her pussy grew wetter as she found a rhythm.
Alan watched her heavy tits jiggle and heave. Her eyes closed more tightly and her face grew taut. They didn't speak -- they never did. But she moaned more loudly now -- a long, guttural sigh that came from somewhere deep inside her soul. The sound seemed to startle them both.
"Oh, god," she gasped.
"Oh, god," he echoed her. "Come on, baby."
He slipped his hands under her big ass as she continued to ride him. The sounds of their breathing seemed to flirt and dance with one another before catching on in unison. So deep. So heavy. So ...
"OH, MY GOD!" she exclaimed, as the rush began.
"OH, OH, BABE!" he answered.
Their orgasms collided ... embraced ... soared off together.
Alan wrapped his arms around Lois and pulled her sweet, damp body against his. All that's left, he thought with a smile ... two lovers ... conjoined ... one inseparable, naked soul.
Well, it was a start.
Alan waited two days before tapping the texting icon.
What to say, what to say, what to say, he thought. God, it was like composing a note in the eighth grade.
Hello, Hot Mama, he typed.
Shit, he thought. It's not a damn CB radio.
Let's try this again.
Thursday night was amazing. Can't imagine a more incredible hello ever ... even among all the Big Daddies and Hot Mamas in the history of the entire universe.
I don't do smiley faces, but if you want to imagine one, color it big and happy.
They came home from church on Sunday and changed into their gardening clothes.
There had been no response to his text ... no acknowledging that bat phones even existed.
But there had been something else. Quiet smiles. Holding hands.
Lois bent over to pull a pesky weed. Alan enjoyed the glimpse of the deep tan cleavage in her tank top, and Lois caught him looking.
"Naughty boy," she said with a smile.
"I'm just enjoying the flowers," he said, feigning innocence.
They both laughed.
She stood up and arched her back. Her red hair was in a pony tail.
"Doesn't it bother you a little bit?" she asked slowly. "How much weight I've gained? I'm not exactly in my 20s any more."
He put his arms around her and kissed her.
"Oh, baby," he said. "Whatever weight you've put on has been in all the right places. I think you're more beautiful than ever."
"You're sweet," she said. "I'm not sure I believe you, but you're sweet."
At the grocery store later that afternoon, Alan bought a blank romance card.
Dear Mama, he wrote.
Your beautiful body turns me on now more than ever. I want to hold your big breasts and spank your sweet ass and make mad passionate love to you. When can we play again?
Alan woke up early, showered and finished packing. Wiggs wouldn't expect a report before Monday. He'd tackle the e-mail once he got home.
His phone chimed again. Not my phone, he realized with a smile. The bat phone.
He hit the message icon.
"Tell me something you like."
He didn't have to think very long. Yesterday's phone call had broken down all kinds of barriers. The lines of communication were an eight-lane highway.
"I like your hairy pussy," he typed. "So many women shave now. I love it bushy and wild. A real woman's cunt."
He hit Send and held his breath. In the context of all the things he had said to her yesterday, the message seemed fine. But it's a little different once you're waiting for a response, he thought.
"So you don't want me to go to a spa and endure all kinds of painful waxing? You are so hard to please! ; ) "
He laughed with relief.
"I'll show you how hard I am," he typed back.
He checked his bag at the USAir counter and found his way to the gate. It would be a good 30 minutes before they'd begin boarding.
"Something else I like," he tapped into the phone. "Predictable, I guess. Black fishnets. Red nail polish. Your big tits and ass."
He waited for a few minutes, then figured she was tied up. He flipped his way into the Sports pages of the Pittsburgh Press Gazette. Steelers look tough, as usual, he thought.
She texted him back about five minutes before the plane began boarding.
"Cum home to mama, daddy."
Alan walked into the restaurant and smiled when he saw her. Same table as last time, he thought. And yet, so many changes in one short week.
Lois stood up and kissed him.
"I'm so glad you're home," she said.
She had unbuttoned an extra button on her white blouse, but she still looked pretty in a classy way. Black skirt and hose. Two-inch heels. Her hair was in a French braid.
"You look awesome," he said, as he sat down in a chair next to hers.
"Thank you," she said. "How was the flight?"
They made small talk about work and their adult children. The waiter arrived with their drinks. Alan raised his glass to her.
"You're so beautiful, baby," he said.
She clinked her wine glass against his scotch.
"And you," she said in a low voice, "make my pussy so fuckin' wet."
The chardonnay hid her smile as Alan tried to regain his composure. He took a breath and exhaled slowly.
"I'm not sure I can make it through dinner at this rate," he joked.
"I'm kinda counting on that," she said. "I booked a room at the Doubletree across the street."
"Are you serious?" he asked.
She answered with another smile.
"Put your hands under the table, Daddy," she said.
He was totally off balance, but he did as he was told.
She found his wrists and pulled them together. Then she put something soft and damp in his left palm.
"My panties," she said. "Told you I'm fuckin' wet. Get the check, please, Daddy?"
They kissed all the way through the elevator ride to the 15th floor. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. She was wearing a camisole under her blouse ... enough support for her heavy breasts, but none of the confining latches of a bra. The feel of her big, soft tits drove him crazy.
The door opened, and they stumbled into the corridor, laughing and holding each other. Punch drunk on love and desire.
She lit a half-dozen candles as soon as they entered the room. She had booked a suite with a sofa against a picture window. The lights of Atlanta sparkled all around them.
She sat on the couch with her legs parted noticeably. Her skirt was long enough to cover her thighs, but her posture hardly kept Daddy's mind from reeling. He still had her panties in his coat pocket.
She loved watching his eyes devour her. For all of the compliments he had paid her in his card and over the phone, this seemed the most sincere. She felt pretty ... sexy ... adored. She wanted to drive him crazy.
He had nearly opened her blouse completely on the elevator ride. Now he wanted more.
"Take off your blouse, Mama," he said. "I want to see those beautiful breasts."
She looked at him for a moment.
"Daddy," she said. "You know what I like ..."
"Take off your blouse," he corrected himself. "I want to see those big beautiful titties."
She smiled and slowly finished unbuttoning her top. She tossed the blouse into a corner and leaned forward. Her big nipples poked through the thin material of her camisole. One of the spaghetti straps slid halfway down her shoulder.
"What do you want, Daddy?" she whispered. "I'll give you anything."
He leaned down and kissed her hungrily, their tongues playing and wrestling. He pulled back and breathlessly slid the straps of her camisole all the way down her arms.
Mama hooked her thumbs in the lingerie and slid it down slowly. His cock grew hard as her tits came into view, but he didn't move.
"Play with them for me, Mama," he said. "Push them together and imagine my cock in between them. Tweak your big juicy nipples and make your pussy wet. I want to see how you fuck yourself."
Mama groaned involuntarily and cupped her big jugs in either hand. With eyes half shut, she tugged and pinched her hard, fat nipples.
Daddy's breath grew fast and heavy.
"I want you to do something for me, Mama," he said. "I want you to hold up one of those big fuckin' titties and lick it. Tease it with your tongue."
She was shocked and thrilled. She put both hands around her left breast and held it toward her face. Then she lowered her chin and stuck out her tongue. Her nipple glistened as she flicked it over and over in the candlelight.
It was Daddy's turn to groan. The sight of his normally conservative wife licking her own breast made his balls ache, but he wanted more.
"No, Mama," he said. "Suck that big titty the way I would suck it. Come on. Bite it. Lick it. Chew it."
She closed her eyes completely and opened her mouth wide. With loud slurping noises, she sucked her tit. She pinched her nipple between the fingers of both hands, then leaned down and bit it. She licked it, blew on it, then slurped it some more.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck," growled Daddy. "That is so fuckin' hot."
With her right hand, Mama cupped her other tit and raised it to the same level. Then she alternated back and forth between the two, licking, slurping, biting and sucking her nipples while Daddy watched and groaned.
He moved closer and leaned down. His tongue touched her nipple at the same time Mama's did. They sucked and kissed it together, then french-kissed each other.
"Stand up for a minute, Daddy," she said, quietly. She unzipped his slacks and unbuckled his belt.
"I want to see your dick," she said.
He was rock hard and ready.
"Oh, Mama," he moaned. "Suck my big fuckin' cock."
She smiled to herself and rubbed the underside of his shaft on her wet areola. Then she leaned down and sucked the head of his cock and her nipple at the same time.
"Oh, FUCK!" he said. "That is so fuckin' nasty, baby!"
She looked up and smiled. A thick string of spit drooled from her mouth and chin onto his cock and her tit.
"You like that, Big Daddy?" she asked.
She rubbed his wet prick all over her jugs, then leaned down to slurp fuck-meat and nipples all over again.
"You're driving me fuckin' crazy!" he said.
Daddy couldn't decide what made him harder -- her hot mouth, mashing his cock against her boob, or just the sights and sounds of what she was doing to him.
Mama loved the feel of Daddy's dick. She cupped his balls in one hand and slathered more spit on his rod.
Daddy reached down and lifted her chin, then bent to kiss her wet lips.
"Stand up so I can rip off those clothes," he said.
She laughed and playfully pushed him away.
"You most certainly will not!" she said. She slipped out of the camisole and hung it neatly on a chair. Then she stepped out of her skirt. She stood there with her legs parted, naked except for black stockings and heels.
"I didn't have fishnets on short notice," she said with a teasing smile.
Daddy felt lightheaded as he looked at her wide hips and naked tits. The room smelled like candles and pussy.
"Oh, Mama," he said.
He gently pushed her onto the couch, then knelt in front of her. He stroked the stockings covering her inner thighs, then leaned forward and licked her bushy cunt.
"Oh, Daddy!" she said, returned the greeting.
She scooted her big ass toward him, then held her legs straight up in the air. The thick pink lips of her pussy unfolded and glistened in her hairy snatch.
Daddy leaned in and kissed her cunt. With his thumbs, he gently spread her lips, then buried his tongue in her hot, soupy hole.
"Fuck, yes, Daddy!" Mama cried. "Eat my creamy cunt!"
He slurped her pink pussy lips and drove his tongue deeper and deeper into her swollen opening.
Mama reached down and pulled back the hood on her clit. She grabbed Daddy's hair and eagerly guided him upward. His hungry mouth found her hot little fuck button, and he flicked it as fast as he could.
"OH, FUCK ME!" she cried. "Oh, Daddy, you're gonna make my fuckin' pussy melt!"
Daddy pushed his hands under her big ass cheeks and opened her as wide as he could. Her hot juice soaked his beard. The whole room smelled like pussy.
Mama pulled his face tight against her plump body and threw her legs over his shoulders.
She could hardly breathe now, much less form words. She pinched her nipples and screamed into a pillow while Daddy tongue-fucked her to paradise.