Empty Nester 07 - Happily Ever After

Empty Nester 07 - Happily Ever After

A horny MILF finds peace and contentment

Author's note: This story is the seventh and final chapter in a series titled "Empty Nester." The first story set the stage for all the remaining chapters of this adventure. All future stories will continue to chronicle the events of these three lovers. It would be best to read them in order. All characters are fictional, consenting, and over the age of 18. This story is a complete figment of my imagination and not based on any real events or characters. I love to read comments as long as they are constructive.

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I just stood in the parking lot and watched as Tyler and Sharon drove out of sight. Surely Tyler could put the pieces together on his own and would have known that I had just experienced a magical lovemaking session with his beautiful wife. I wondered if he would be upset, jealous perhaps, or was he as accepting as George was when he let me experiment with Marcy and Charlie, not that he didn't also reap the benefits. Men should understand that some women simply need to experience the caring intimacy of another woman.

I anxiously searched my purse for my car keys as a silent panic coursed through my veins. "They should be right here in this small pocket," my brain reasoned as my fingers frantically hunted. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of my car with the contents of my purse scattered across the hood. They weren't there.

I dashed back to the dressing room, remembering that my purse was knocked over during my orgasmic clumsiness. My panic subsided slightly as pleasurable memories of that special moment with Sharon flooded my brain. I could feel my heart racing, very likely a combination of the lustful memory and my current situation. A quick check with the sales lady and the lost and found desk both revealed nothing. I was stranded. God was punishing me.

When I retrieved my phone to call George, I noticed a missed call from Dr. Teresa's office. I clicked on the number, only to hear a message indicating they were closed for lunch between the hours of twelve and one-thirty. Now, I was not only panicking, but extremely annoyed. Would it be that difficult for someone to just answer the damn phone.

"Get a grip," I counseled myself as I aimlessly wandered the cavernous mall in search of the security office. "Just file a report and schedule an Uber," my rational mind reasoned. "Surely, they could somehow keep someone from stealing my car from the parking lot."

The signs directed me to a small side hallway just past the public restrooms. I couldn't help but to chuckle as I walked past the "Closed for Cleaning" sign in front of the women's restroom. My mind flashed to Marcy and I in that nasty truck stop restroom when I made up the story that had Marcy fucking the lucky young male attendant. I almost peeked my head inside just to see if it was a guy or gal doing the cleaning.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I grumbled allowed when I saw the sign indicating the security office was closed for lunch. I guessed that meant that the criminals were all taking a break as well. How fucking ridiculous. I was getting hungry though, and since I was not exactly in a position to drive to a normal restaurant, I would have to settle for some kind of shopping mall food court delicacy. Just one more sign from above.

As I stood in line to order a corn dog and lemonade, I wondered if my car insurance would cover theft in a situation like this. I couldn't help but chuckle as I imagined filling out a police report that detailed exactly how the keys made their way out of my purse. In that moment of reflection, I could almost feel Sharon's fingers slipping sensually inside me, her thumb pressing on my clit, her teeth gently grazing my hard nipple. The distraction not only helped to calm my nerves, it re-ignited that special fire deep inside me.

"Sweetie, the restrooms are right over there," a lovely elderly lady behind me whispered as she pointed. "I can save your place in line if you would like."

At first, I was confused by her offer, I didn't have to use the restroom. Then I realized that I had my legs crossed and my thighs pressed tightly together as my butt gently bounced. It wasn't the sensation of a full bladder that sent my body subconsciously into pee-pee dance mode. No, it was something so much more personal, and there were no panties to help wick it away. I just smiled at the thoughtful lady.

After I ordered, I considered making my way to the restroom and wadding up some toilet paper as a makeshift solution to my leaky situation. It could, after all, be the start of my period that I was feeling spread over my crotch. The material of my lighter colored pants most certainly wouldn't hide that kind of embarrassment. Could this day possibly get any worse?

Before I could act, the young lady behind the counter called my number and stood impatiently waiting for someone to claim the food. I took a deep breath and carefully made my way to the counter. I was shuffling my feet in an attempt to keep my thighs tightly together and hopefully minimize any additional leakage. When I spotted the stack of paper napkins on the counter, I suddenly had an idea.

The small table that I selected was in a fairly isolated location of the food court that offered a seat with my back to everyone. Before you judge me, just remember, I was feeling a bit desperate, so yes, I did covertly stuff a stack of napkins in my pants. I'm not proud of what I did, but I can assure you that no one was even remotely aware. Besides, now I could try and enjoy my corn dog without worrying. I mean seriously, it wasn't like I had a jacket or sweatshirt to drape around my waist, so what choice did I have. What happened next only proved that my decision was the correct one.

"Would you mind if I sit with you?" The little old lady from the line asked as the tap of her cane approached. "I just hate to eat alone."

"Of course," I responded as I turned to assist with her basket of food.

"I just love these corn dogs," the lady said as she grasped the stick and held her corn dog in the air. "They remind me of my Denny."

"How so?" I questioned naively.

"It looks just like his fat wiener," the lady replied with a sly grin. "No matter how old you get, that need just never goes away. Do you have a special man in your life?"

I nodded as I watched with amazement while the sexy little grandma brought the thick corn dog to her lips and kissed it gently. "My Denny always loved it when I did that to him. God, I miss him. He wasn't much of a looker, but he sure made up for it with his wiener."

I couldn't help but compare the corn dog I was holding with my most recent memory of George's cock. I can honestly say that I have never had such an interesting lunch. I have a newfound respect for corn dogs and the absorbency of those rough fast food restaurant napkins. I could sure use something deep inside me right now, and that corn dog was really looking good.

"So, when are you due dear?" the lady asked after she finished with her corn dog.

"Excuse me?" I asked with a questioning look. "Oh god no, I'm not..."

"Well, unless you somehow managed to have an orgasm right here in the mall, that glow on your face can only mean one other thing," she replied with a big smile. "I have four daughters, and I could always tell when they were pregnant, sometimes even before they knew. You have that same look about you."

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked quietly as I did a quick scan of the area. "I just had sex with a beautiful younger woman in the dressing room."

The woman's face brightened as she reached her hand across the table and took hold of mine. "Women are just so much better at it then men," she whispered. "Don't get me wrong, I always loved my Denny, but my hairdresser Marge was the only person in the world that could give me that special feeling inside. I never once got that feeling from Denny's wiener, but I never let on to him. Besides, that thing gave me four beautiful daughters."

As it would happen, this sexy old lady's husband was a truck driver like George, and he was often on the road for weeks at a time. When he was away, Marge would stay with her and "do her hair" whenever the need arose. Surely, Denny knew, she assured me, but he never said a word. Whenever he was home, his needs were always her top priority.

"I love it," I said. "I have just recently started exploring my love for women. I guess that was still considered taboo when I was going through puberty, So I resisted the urge to dabble back then. Young girls nowadays seem much more open to exploring same sex relationships. Back in your day, you would probably have been burned at the stake if anyone found out."

"My one regret," my new friend relayed with a bit of sadness. "I never had the opportunity to experience a virgin lover. My Denny was quite the lady's man and always bragged that he relieved at least three women of their virginity before taking mine. I have often wondered why men always seem to revel in that reality, when they are the ones that could benefit the most from a more mature lover to teach them about women. My Denny always thought he knew best how to please me. He would surely have benefitted from watching Marge and I go at it. I always thought that, if I had a boy, Marge should be the one to teach him about sex and girls."

Our impromptu lunch date was cut short by a phone call from the department store's lost and found. Evidently, someone turned my car keys in. Catastrophe avoided. I thanked the little old lady for her company and cleared the trash from the table.

"If you ever need a little assistance in the dressing room, be sure and look me up," the lady said as I was about to leave. "Oh, and dear, by the looks of that wet spot on your backside, I'd suggest you wear panties the next time."

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The mall is only about a fifteen-minute drive from my house, so I decided I would just leave the soggy napkins in place, and deal with the mess when I got home. When I sat in the car, there was no question as to their presence. I found myself rolling my pelvis forward a little until the soggy paper pressed delicately against my clit. I could sense the gentle vibration of the engine, the deviations in the rough pavement, as every small movement sent tingly jolts through my pussy. I was very much enjoying the drive home as I thought about that horny old grannie and her special hairdresser. I wondered if Marge was still around to "do her hair."

I have to admit that I was slightly annoyed when the magic of that moment was so rudely interrupted by the ringing of my phone. The screen on my car's dash identified the caller as Jackie. I let out a sigh and answered.

"What's up baby?"

"I just needed to hear my mom's voice," a tearful Jackie responded as I rounded the final corner before pulling into the driveway.

I just listened as I made my way into the house and settled onto the sofa. It turns out that Jackie and Jeremy had an intimate moment the night before, and Jackie wanted some love advice from good old mom. I was so very happy to hear that.

"Ever since Jeremy and I came to visit you," Jackie started rambling. "We have kind of been experimenting a little. Not actually having sex, but more about touching each other and some, I guess you would call it, mutual masturbation. Last night, things got a little out of control. We were lying naked in bed together kissing. Jeremy was fingering me with his long fingers. He is so good at finding all of the right spots way up in there, spots that my fingers aren't long enough to reach. I was on my back, and he was laying on his side next to me kissing my nipple. Every time he kisses me like that, I remember that he never had a mother, so he missed that as a baby. He just looked so cute sucking on my boobie, and damn it felt good. When I know ahead of time, I put a towel under my butt because I get so fucking wet."

I couldn't help but to laugh at the thought of my baby girl nursing her boyfriend while her fertile little pussy gushes sweet nectar all over his probing fingers. I could certainly relate to that, especially in my current state.

"What's so funny?" Jackie asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Oh sorry. I was just picturing you and Jeremy doing that. I am kind of having, well wetness issues myself. "I replied. "Dr. Teresa says that I am perimenopausal right now and my hormones are way out of wack. God, I am starting to leak just listening to your story. Please, go on."

"Well, while Jeremy was doing his thing, I was slowly stroking his hard-on. I usually make him put a condom on as soon as he gets hard, since my prescription for the pill ran out a while back. It was just nice to feel his bare skin in my hand as I stroked him. I had my eyes closed and I was imagining that his dick was inside me, and that my hand was a pussy fucking him. The problem was, my hand was dry and my pussy was so wet. If it was going to feel like a pussy, I needed some lube. I thought about rolling over to reach a bottle that I keep in my nightstand, but didn't want the pleasure to stop, not even for a second. Then I had an idea. There was plenty of lube dripping down my butt cheeks and soaking into the towel. I just needed to get some of that on him."

Jackie paused for a second as she tried to regain her composure. "It's okay baby," I said in a consoling voice. "Just take your time."

"I told him to lay on his back and I rolled over and sat on top of him, kind of on my knees with my butt sitting on his thighs and his hard dick sticking up between my legs," Jackie continued. "I was holding it against my pussy and kind of rocking a little as I pressed it against my puffy lips. His head was rubbing against my clit, and my juices were making his shaft all slippery and wet. I lifted my butt up a little, just to get the rest of his dick all wet, then sat back down and kept rocking as my slippery hand held him tight against my crotch. It felt so incredibly personal when our eyes locked. I had my free hand on his chest, his hands were all over my boobs, pinching and pulling my nipples. That was the closest thing to real sex I had ever done, and I was getting so close. I so badly wanted to kiss him when I was cumming. Something in his eyes seemed to suggest that he felt the same way, that same kind of powerful bond. Something I imagined that people feel when they are actually having sex."

Jackie went silent again. "I'm sorry mom," she said cautiously. "Am I being too graphic? I just really need to talk to someone, and, well, you did tell me all about Marcy and Charlie. And let's not forget that I actually walked in on you masturbating."

"I'm pretty sure nothing you could say would embarrass me. Some day I will tell you about my last doctor visit. Please, go on."

"Okay, thanks. So, like I was saying I needed to kiss him before I started cumming. That is such a weird way to describe an orgasm. I actually asked A.I. one time where that word came from and found out that it is from the old English word cuman. I guess that meant 'to arrive.' Well, something deep inside me was about to arrive for sure. Oh, sorry, I'm getting a little crazy just thinking about what happened. Anyway, so I carefully leaned forward as my hips kept rocking; the pressure of his slippery head against my clit was so intense, and I could feel his shaft splitting my pussy lips and rubbing all up and down my pink slit. God, that is another weird word, pussy. That had to come from some dude that liked to pet his cat so much that he ignored his jealous wife. She probably told him that her bush was softer than the cat and desperately in need of a proper petting. 'Pet my hairy little pussy cat honey.' God, I can just hear it. Not exactly sure how appropriate that word is anymore since most girls go hairless now. I guess that makes me a sphinx. I'm not so sure my little hairless kitty cat likes to be petted, but it sure likes to be fingered."

"Focus Jackie," I said with a chuckle. "You're getting off on a tangent again. I want to hear how this all ended. Oh, and for your information, I remember Marcy asking that very question way back in one of our college women's studies classes. The professor told the class that the word pussy somehow originated from the old English word "pusa" which evidently meant pouch. I guess those old English dudes were cuman in the pusa long before either of us were born."

"Wow mom, I can't believe you knew that. That is so cool that someone your age would know something like that. Anyway, I just needed to cuman so badly and my tight little pouch was quivering and clenching in a way that it never had before. When our lips touched in that magic moment, Jeremy grabbed my butt with both hands and slid my body up until I could feel his bulbous head teasing the opening of my juicy little pouch. I don't know what came over me, but I dropped my pelvis and slid back hard, coercing it deep inside me. Its not like I haven't used a dildo before, but damn his dick felt so warm and alive. I could feel it grow inside me just before we both 'arrived' simultaneously. It was so fucking incredible mom. I could actually feel it gushing inside me. I could feel his dick throbbing and jerking while my little pouch tightened and gripped it. Right then and there, I knew I owned that virgin dick. I couldn't stop. It was like I was possessed. I just kept humping his hard dick with my sloppy, slurping pusa until we both 'arrived' again."

Jackie paused again. "When I finally rolled off of him, I just lay there with my legs spread wide diddling my finger just inside my gaping hole. I felt so powerful, like a virgin slayer, but at the same time so vulnerable. I swear I could feel his sperm swimming inside me. I pressed my hand to my crotch to keep them from leaking out. It's been fourteen days mom," Jackie cried. "Fourteen days since my last period. I'm going to get pregnant. I just know it."

"There are things you can do to prevent that Jackie," I said in a calm voice. "Don't you have a clinic on campus?"

"That's just it mom," Jackie replied as her voice cracked. "I think I'm addicted to Jeremy's dick, his sperm. When I woke up this morning, he was laying behind me, spooning me. I could feel his hard dick pressed into my butt crack, I could feel his gentle, sleepy breath on my neck, his innocent grip on my boob. I just had to have more of him, of it. I lifted my leg, just enough to reach between my thighs. As I guided his dick into my, still drooling pouch, I could feel his hand tighten around my boob, his tongue and lips tickle and kissed my neck. He knew exactly what my body needed mom. Somehow, he just knew my clit needed some of that special attention. I could feel his hand sensually trail down my body. Moments after his finger pressed against my sensitive clit, an apocalyptic orgasm inundated me. My eyes went black as my body stiffened and my breath left me. For a brief moment, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, but I could still feel my heart pounding in my chest and an amazing fluttery throbbing deep in my abdomen. I could feel Jeremy thrusting hard and deep, his body slapping against my butt and thighs as he pumped more of that thick white baby-making cream deep inside me. Fuck mom, I can't wait for him to get out of class so we can do it again. How come you never told me how good it feels to be properly fucked? To be impregnated by the man you love. Jeremy and I are going to have a baby."

"How about this," I suggested as I tried to collect my thoughts. "Maybe just take some time to talk this out with Jeremy. Having a baby right now would significantly change both of your futures. What about school, work, a place to live. Perhaps you should stock up on condoms until you can make a trip back here to see Dr. Teresa in a couple of weeks. If it turns out that you are pregnant, we can talk more about it then. Clearly, the oxytocin from all of your lovemaking is clouding your judgement right now."