The Story of John and Kate: Reliving the past.The insistent humming of my cell phone woke me out of

The Story of John and Kate: Reliving the past.The insistent humming of my cell phone woke me out of was up to a moment ago a sound sleep. I was used to moments like this, ever since I had finished my residency and opened up my own practice the damned thing would go off once or twice a night. Usually it was nothing; perhaps a bad tummy ache or minor fever reported in by an overly protective mother. Rarely was it serious enough to drag me out of bed but you could never just ignore it and slide back into sleep. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I picked up the phone and eased out of bed. My wife was still sleeping next to me and I did not want to wake her if this was a garden-variety alert. I made my way into the bathroom, quickly washing the sleep from my eyes and then began reading through my incoming messages. In an instant my chest felt like my heart had dropped away and fallen to the floor. All I could do was gaze at that terrible, wonderful message again and again as I read the staggering words that lay across the tiny screen. “I never stopped desiring you. I want you still. I want you now.” I closed the door to the bathroom reflexively, my ears bent to hear the tiniest interruption of my wife’s peaceful snore. “You can’t be serious?“ I typed back furiously, my fingers trembling, heart palpitating. Fuck me, she had to be joking. "I want you now. I need you now. You know how I can need you.” My eyes went wide, and my breath froze in my lungs. I crept to the threshold of the bedroom door trying to be as quiet as possible. Jenny was still fast asleep, unsuspecting. I closed the door quietly and crept down the stairs to my study, carefully locking the door behind me. I sat down behind my desk, finding comfort in its bracing solidity. Turning on the small lamp on the desk and keeping its radiance low, I turned back to the phone."We can not do this,” I messaged back to her.“Tell me. Are you alone right now?”, she answered.“Yes.” My phone jingled as a video call request arrived. Shit…what happened to just a regular phone call? I brushed my hand across my scalp, straightening my sleep-ravaged hair as best I could, and answered. I regretted it instantly. There she was, my own wife’s sweet mother laying back in her bed, her red lips smiling back at me with those shining green eyes that more than hinted at pure wicked sensuality, silvery-blonde hair framing her cheeks, that seductive smile that had ensnared me so many years ago when I was still a young man struggling his way through medical school on an army grant.“H-hello, Kate…” I managed to choke out. “Hello, John,” she answered, smooth as silk and cool as a cucumber, while her voice practically dripped with sexuality. She let her cellphone drift downwards an inch or two, revealing her naked shoulders as well as the beginnings of her bare cleavage, her body elegant and strong despite the years. My mind reeled, my memories of her body filling my thoughts. Despite myself, I could feel my cock hardening for her under the desk. And just how much wasn’t she wearing, I also wondered, as my unwanted lust for her began to soar.“Please, Kate. You can’t be serious?” “I said I was, John. Do you need proof?” she replied, her voice edged with amusement. "It’s been years, Kate. I’m married to your own daughter for Christ’s sake!” "I know, John. Believe me, I know. It feels like a lifetime since we’ve…”"And all that time, you’ve…” Hell, I couldn’t even finish the sentence. “I’ve always craved you, John. Needed you. Or didn’t you know that? I’ve been so lonely since Jenny stole you away from me. It’s been so lonely without you.” "Kate. Those days are over. They have to be. I don’t know what to say.”“Tell me you feel the same way, John. Tell you miss those nights; those things we did together. Things my loving daughter would never think of doing for you.” she said, her eyes burning with lustful hunger. Again, the angle of her cellphone lowered. The top of her breasts was visible now, their swelling softness luring me in. Kate was almost certainly topless. Reaching down with one hand to try and contain my growing hard-on, I couldn’t help but remember those perfect breasts, round and full and breathtakingly firm. The way they felt in my hands, the way they tasted, the way they looked as I fucked load after load of my cum between them as Kate lay beneath me, begging me for more. “I’m married now. To Jenny. To your own daughter!” I began to protest in careful whispers. Kate simply smiled back, her green eyes piercing me. We both knew that what I was saying was just an excuse. Yes, I was married, and I dearly loved my wife… but, “Yes. I… I know… I feel the same… sometimes…“ She beamed. "What if you had the chance to do something about it?” I looked up at the door, confirming I was alone, before returning my gaze to her. My cock was a throbbing rod of iron in my hand. “What do you mean?” Kate brought up a dildo to lay across her chest. She glanced down to it lewdly and then back at me. “I’m going to be free all day tomorrow, John,” she told me, kissing its head, her viper-like tongue licking along the edges of its mushroom head. She caressed it with her lips, softly massaging its tip with her mouth. My cock throbbed to life, hard and ready. I knew firsthand just how skilled she was at making a man moan his surrender between those soft lips. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the shaft, inch after inch vanishing between her lips. My hand slid into my pants. I just had to stroke myself, if only to relieve some of the building tension. Fuck, but I wanted her! I wanted to feel her hot, warm, tight mouth around my cock again. My fist moved up and down my shaft, my pleasure simmering hotly as I watched her. She slid the toy out of her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, focusing on that glistening shaft. Her eyes locked onto mine she let it slide out her mouth with a wet sigh. “Do you like this cock, John? It’s just like yours. The same size and width, the same lovely curve just under the head. The moment I saw it I had to have it. Should I tell you what I’ve been doing with it, John? How deep inside of me I’ve taken it? How I’ve cum and cum so many times as I fucked it, always dreaming it was yours, burning hot and full of that thick seed you used to pound into me like some angry savage? I want that again, John. Fuck but I want that agaaaaai…”My cock nearly exploded in my pants as I watched Kate deep throat the whole of the rubber shaft. Yes, the thing looked just like mine, all eight inches of it held in her throat as she coughed a stream of sexy-as-all-fuck saliva across her fist. My imagination betrayed me and for a moment I felt those lips wrapped around my own cock, her tongue pressed along the bottom of my shaft, “Fuck it all, Kate. Please, we can’t do this… Fuck!”“I’ll be here waiting for you tomorrow evening, John. Jenny will be away with her girlfriends until at least eleven. Just like they always do, don’t they, on those silly ‘girls-nights’ of theirs? Arrive here at six o'clock and… well, I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.” I swallowed deeply. This was insane! All of this was safely buried in the past, or so I had thought. My mind drifted back to when I had first met Kate. A young and, very horny, med-student enthralled by his first-year professor. That first night of hot, steamy sex followed quickly by an affair that had lasted most of the year and nearly until graduation. Endless nights and stolen moments learning my own sexuality at her knowing fingertips. Pounding gallons of my young, hot, super-potent cum into her greedy cunt, one explosion following another as she shuddered beneath me, her wild orgasms shaking the walls and breaking the bed beneath them. We had even laughed about me knocking her up. Of the scandal that would follow. Running off to live sinfully in some small town buried up in the Rockies. Those were the happiest days of my life. Or so I had thought. Until I met Jenny, Kate’s own daughter, and had found out what true love really was. I  had married the girl, and with Kate’s own blessing. But despite all of the advantages of true love, Jenny was nowhere near as ball-draining hot and horny as her mom had been. She just was not wired the same, I guess.“I want this,” she told me, resting her dildo against her lower lip, as she gasped for air, “I want yours. I want to give you the night of your life. Just like before. Back when you loved me, too.”"I…I don’t know if I can make it…” Could I really do this? My feelings were a raging storm of guilt and lustful need. I had feelings for Kate still. I had meant that. She had been my first, really. My first affair, my first fuck, and  yes my first love. And suddenly I learned not only that she was still thinking of me but that she needed me, loved me too? Holy Shit, I thought, was this really happening? “I’ll wait for you. You know I will… and John?” “Yes?” “Don’t you dare cum until then. I want all of it for myself. You know damned well how greedy I can get.” Before I could reply, the call ended. I quickly ran my schedule for the next day through my head.  Hell, I already knew what I was going to do. But could I really do this? Could I live with myself afterwards if I did? But…could I really throw away this opportunity? My blood was racing madly through my veins, my head pounding with a swirl of conflicting emotions, my cock still throbbing hard in my hands as I fought to hold back every drop of pre-cum threatening to escape. I rested my weary face in my hands, nearly breaking down in tears.……………………………………………………………………………………….. It was nearly six. I had arrived at Kate’s home ten minutes early. For a moment I thought about waiting in the car, but that would have been insane. Just like my being here in the first place. I knocked on the door. Already, my cock was stiff as a board and pressing painfully against my zipper. A procession of lewd sexual fantasies was passing through my mind. The wait at the door felt unbearable. Part of me wanted to run. Part of me wanted to bust the fucking door in. The door swung inwards. There she stood in the doorway, her long legs in sleek, black stockings which ended in a sheer lace pattern along her upper thighs. I could see one garter disappearing under a vibrant white satin robe which did its best to hide the rest of her incredibly curvaceous body. It was loosely tied and opened wide enough to make it completely obvious to me that she had not bothered wearing a bra. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail, with a few loose strands dangling along the sides of her face. Her pink lips smiled wide at the sight of me. Luckily Kate lived at the end of a cul-de-sac so there were no nosy neighbors to see us.“You’re early, John. You were always so impatient.“ she said, her piercing eyes unhurriedly looking me up and down. I had always taken good care of myself. I hit the gym several times a week, ate right, jogged, played basketball nightly in the park; doing my best to set a good example for my patients to follow. By the look in Kate’s eyes the results were more than simply pleasing."I… I guess I couldn’t wait, Kate.”“Mmmmm. Always so impatient. Come in,” she beckoned, opening the door for me. I stepped in, my heart racing in my chest. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her long legs, her firm round ass swaying in front of me. Without any more words being spoken Kate led me across the length of the house into the bedroom. She turned around and sat on the bed, her long legs crossed in front of her as a treat for my hungry eyes. “Did you do as I told you?” she asked, nodding towards my crotch with a mischievous grin. Without thinking, without removing my gaze from those long sexy legs of hers, I nodded. “Good boy. I’m famished.” A shudder went through me as she said it. Fuck, she was always famished! She grabbed my shirt and pulled me in close, her soft lips meeting mine. I closed my eyes and let myself fall on top of her as she lay back onto the bed, my hardness pressing between her thighs to find her pussy-mound warm and waiting through panties, already soaked in her juices. She moaned in pure arousal, wrapping her legs around my hips, kicking her heels of onto the floor. She took my wrist in her hand and guided me under her robe to rest on one of her full, firm breasts. I squeezed hard, passionately, her hardened nipple pressing between my fingers. I caressed and teased her breast as we began to kiss feverishly, my cock throbbing against her wetness, already threatening to explode as our tongues wrestled and played in each other’s mouths.After a mind-swirling forever of making-out like first-time lovers, her hand pushed against my chest, breaking our kiss. At first, I was confused, but her coy smile assured me that nothing was wrong. Kate was panting heavily, her silky robe completely opened by our writhing movements. As I had suspected, Kate was wearing nothing underneath it. Only a pair of lacy black panties decorated with tiny roses along the top. I groaned at the sight of her. The woman looked even better than when I first met her nearly ten years before. Her own time at the gym and near constant Zumba classes granting her a body that would shame women half her age. My hands lowered to her waist, gripping her panties, eager to tear them off in a savage instant leaving her naked aside from her stockings. “Wait,” she gasped, her breasts heaving as she panted, catching her breath. “Tonight’s about you. All about you. Please. Just trust me.” I nodded. Whatever Kate asked of me at this moment, I couldn’t imagine denying her. She gently pushed me off of her until I was standing between her legs. She stood up, her body gliding sensuously up my own, her big bare breasts grazing against my shirt. Her soft, delicate hand took mine. “Stand here,” she whispered, “Stand here and close your eyes. Don’t you dare open them until I say.”Closing my eyes obediently, I felt her fingers at my shirt, slipping my buttons out of their holes one by one, my shirt slowly parting down to the sound of Kate’s heated breaths. Her hands rubbed against my chest playing through the light hair, her fingertips circling around my nipples, then going lower, to my abdomen, and lower, to the waist of my pants, and lower… I gasped. Kate squeezed and giggled like a teenage girl. “Mmmm. Fuuuuck, it’s just as big and hard as I remember,” she cooed into my ear, stroking my cock through my pants. I bucked my hips towards her, suddenly desperate for more. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about your perfect cock, John. Every time I slip my vibrator inside me, every time another man enters me, every single time, it’s yours I’m imagining, wishing I could have you again. Wishing I could feel you fucking me again.” Her hands went down to my waist. I could feel the gentle tug of her unzipping me. Another pull, and my pants as well as my boxers were sliding down my legs. My rock-solid cock swung free, suddenly unleashed. Kate’s long fingers walked up my thighs teasingly, moving slowly up to my groin. I heard a hissed curse escape past her clenched teeth. Her nails brushed against my balls, through my pubic hair, purposely avoiding my bobbing shaft as her fingertips danced around it. Kate was driving me completely insane just as she used to do, knowing from long experience every button I had to push. How long could I resist her? My cock throbbed and tingled. I feared that a single stroke would be all it would take to push me over the edge, and yet I wanted nothing more for her to grip my cock in both hands and stroke me slowly to an explosive orgasm all over her gorgeous chest. "Are you enjoying this?” Kate whispered, her smile devilish as she raked her fire-red nails along his twitching shaft. “God, yes,” I gasped. “Fucking yessss…”“Good…” she purred softly in my ear. Her lips brushed so close to my mouth I could feel her breath on my lips. My whole body stiffened. She was so achingly close… If she would just mover her head a few inches, her lips would be mine… “How I’ve missed this. Missed your hard body. Your hard cock… Open your eyes, John.” I felt her back away. Her hands departed from my body. I exhaled deeply and obeyed, opening my eyes. Kate’s bright green eyes were just inches from my own as she embraced me, trapping my hardness between us, feeling the thing  throbbing madly between our stomachs. She gyrated against me, arching her back to grind her clit along my balls. "I really want to make you happy tonight, John.” she mewled, kissing me with quick passionate kisses between every word, “Tell me you’ll let me. Please, John. I want this so badly.”“Yes.” was all I was capable of thinking or saying at that moment. Kate placed her hands on my shoulders and slowly slid to the floor, kissing my collarbone, my chest, my stomach, her hands sliding down my body, until she was on her knees before me. Her fingernails grazed down my legs and inner thighs, and she looked up at me, her mouth open, her eyes wide and hungry, her hair messily cascading around her face, her hard dark pink and berry ripe. She placed her arms behind her back, locking her wrists together. I groaned audibly as her long tongue made contact with the base of my shaft as her smiling gaze matched my own. She slowly licked the entire length of my cock as I squirmed, her touch electric, her hot, wet tongue going all the way to the tip of my head. She sighed and, speaking to herself, confessed, “Oh God…I just can’t wait any longer…” Her lips parted, and my cock vanished between them. Her warm mouth tightened around my girth, her talented pink tongue squirming and swirling and writhing around my shaft magically, as she voraciously sucked and bobbed her head. I had never seen her - Hell, I had never seen anyone – suck a cock so enthusiastically. It was as if her body was burning with poison and my cum was the only antidote, like she needed it more than life… needed me! I wanted to reach down and stroke her hair, pet her cheek, call her my good girl and tell her to take me straight to the balls… but I was afraid to break the magic of that moment. I could only surrender to her hungry mouth. Kate’s lush breasts jiggled sensuously as her body thrust back and forth along my shaft. My mind reeling from her talented tongue, I thrust my hips towards her, desperate for more. Kate grinned. Her nostrils flared, and she closed her eyes as she took me deeper and deeper inside of her throat. Her muffled moans accompanied every gulp she took until her lips rested against my balls, until every inch of my cock was inside her tight, wet mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at me with adoration, a thin spill of saliva dripping erotically from her chin. “Fuck. You’re incredible,” I groaned, finally having the guts to slide my fingers through her lustrous hair. Kate smiled as much as she could with my thick cock shoved half-way down her throat and moaned proudly in pleasure. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My wife’s mom., my first crush and my first affair, the woman who taught me just about everything I knew about being a man and a lover, was deep-throating my cock, was fucking devouring my cock, and I was completely unable to resist it.My cum was rising dangerously from my twitching balls and I knew I would soon be overwhelmed by the feeling of absolute pleasure she was forcing upon my shaft. “I’m going to cum…” I managed to grunt, through clenched teeth, my eyes  closed tight once again as I fought back the inevitable explosion. Suddenly, Kate removed herself from my cock, wide eyed and gaping, with a heavy string of her throat-spit still connecting her lips to the head of my cock.“Cum, baby! Shove your cock down my fucking throat and fuck that cum into my stomach like you used to. Make me your fucking bitch again!” Kate growled, her angry eyes looking desperate for that old fantasy to come true once more. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me in, throating me in one swift move… something her daughter, my wife could never do on her nastiest day! I groaned as my orgasm exploded, gripping her hair painfully tight in my fists. My cock spasmed and pulsed, throbbing along her tongue, trapped right down to the base by her tight lips. My cum gushed out of me, blasting in thick jets down her throat. Without hesitation, Kate swallowed every last drop of it. My whole body shook, my legs buckling, as I roared in victorious surrender. Her nails dug into my ass as she quivered, eyes closed through her own orgasm. Her mouth was still impaled on me, moaning loudly, her face flushed and nipples hard as her pussy ran with juices. She trembled on my shaft, fighting to milk every drop out of my balls without backing off, yet never once did she ever let go, gripping my bucking shaft with both hands. It wasn’t until my own ecstasy had subsided, that every last drop had been drained out of me, that she released my dripping wet, and thoroughly happy cock, looked up at me with that Cheshire grin across her glistening face, and said, “I just came.” “Just from that, hmmm?” She nodded and rested her cheek against my shaft, nuzzling against it. “You really don’t know how badly I needed to make you happy. I still feel like I’m going to wake up. This is too perfect. I don’t truly deserve this. I know it’s wrong in so many fucked-up ways.” She looked up at me with her pleading eyes on the verge of tears, “But just let me have this. Just let me make you happy, John. Let me make you as happy as you’ve always made me.”“Of course, Kate. I know how fucked-up wrong it all is too. But… fuck it all, yes. No one – and I mean no one – has ever made me feel as good as you do.” Kate smiled wide, wiping her freely running tears from her eyes with one hand as she still held my cock with the other. Her lips were moist and soft, glistening with saliva and spent cum. ”Promise?“ she said."Promise.” I replied, my smile growing to match her own, “Now what do you say I get you into that bed? I happen to be famished too, you know.” -- source link

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