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All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are most likely fictional. Any similarities with actual persons, living or dead, and events are probably coincidental.
"Mom, what are you doing Friday night?"
Becca tried to keep her facial expression neutral and relaxed. She knew she wasn't good at hiding her emotions from her mom, and feared that she was failing at that task now.
"Why?" Her mom drew out the word, making it even more of a question than it already was.
"I just want to have a friend over for dinner. I'll cook, but I think it would be nice if you were here to meet hi... them."
"A boy?"
Her mom knew she broke up with her first boyfriend a couple of weeks ago. She was surprised they had lasted as long as they had. He was so much of a bookworm, even for Becca. Evelyn would be happy if she found a new boy to spend time with.
"Yeah, kind of." Becca was pretending to read something on her phone, hoping to appear distracted and not too invested in the outcome of the conversation.
"Let me check my social calendar. I might have a date that evening."
"Really? Seriously, Mom?" Becca was shocked, but thrilled too. Her mom was so adamant about not being ready to date yet. Her dad had passed away over a year ago, and Becca believed it was time for her mom to get over it.
"No," Evelyn laughed.
"Jeez, you got me all worked up for nothing! So you'll be here?"
Evelyn looked hard at her daughter. She had tried pretty hard to get her interested in a man recently, and she didn't entirely trust her daughter to have dropped it. She hadn't mentioned him for a few weeks though, not since Becca and her first boyfriend broke up.
"So tell me about this boy. How'd you meet him? What's he look like?"
Becca rolled her eyes.
"He's not a boy, Mom. I'm eighteen now. I'm not a girl, and I don't meet boys. We're adults, you know, woman, man. Grown up words, please."
"You'll always be my baby girl, Becca."
"OK, Mom. Whatever. You're curious, but you're just going to have to wait. It's not like I'm saying he's out there and you're not gonna meet him. He's coming Friday. You gonna be there, or not?"
"I'll be there, with bells on. My grown up daughter is going to cook for a man. Will wonders never cease?"
"Great! You can leave your bells in the closet though. I don't wanna know."
Becca's stomach churned behind her disinterested exterior. She worried at how her Mom would react to Kevin. The same Kevin she had tried so hard to get her mom to flirt with, show an interest in, and maybe date, if he would have asked her out. If she hadn't decided to fuck him herself, maybe they would have gotten together.
In the two weeks since she had so willingly given herself, body and soul, to Kevin, she had learned so much more about him. He was, as his stories claimed, fifty-eight years old, forty years older than Becca. He had been an accountant, but couldn't find work in his field and had to take the menial job of running a cashier at the same grocery Becca worked in.
He was brilliant, and twisted a little bit. Like Becca, but different. She liked to watch, or so she thought. She had never actually watched anyone have sex, but she wanted to, and fantasized about it as a masturbatory tool. It had been a great tool. Lately, Kevin was providing her with enough orgasms to keep her happy and satisfied.
Becca pulled the old tee shirt over her head and wriggled it down over her bra. She hadn't worn this shirt for a long time, and had grown a lot in the years since it actually fit her. The words "Keepin' it Real" were printed across the front, above the mathematical symbol for imaginary number inside a red circle with a line through it.
She was certain Kevin would get it. Most people didn't, but Becca was going to be a college freshman majoring in math in just a few weeks, and thought it was witty.
The shirt stretched to conform to her upper body; her skimpy bra's outline clearly visible through the dark blue material. It didn't quite meet the waist band of her mid-thigh denim skirt, so revealed an inch or two of her flat stomach.
Her mom wouldn't be happy. Becca always wore less revealing clothes, and almost never a skirt.
"I look like I'm fifteen in this," Becca told the mirror on the wall of her bedroom.
She was glad that Kevin liked little tits. She had, in his words, the best little tits in town, and the attention he gave them reinforced his sincerity. She was happy to please.
"This is definitely something Krystin would wear," she said, again to the mirror.
Krystin was her doppelganger and alter-ego, the character in the erotica Kevin authored and published on the internet, the character he had based on her and she had brazenly used to get into his bed and give him her virginity.
It was Kevin's writing that brought Becca to the realization that she didn't want her mom to hook up with him; she wanted him for herself.
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"Becca, shouldn't you be getting dressed? Your company is going to be here in a few minutes."
"I am dressed. I just need to cook the pasta, and everything will be ready. Sauce, bread, salad, everything else is done."
"That's what you're wearing, sweetheart?"
Becca scowled at her mom. "Yeah... what's wrong with it?"
"You wore that shirt when you were thirteen. Where did you get that skirt? I've never seen you wear a skirt that didn't cover a lot more of your legs."
"I want to look nice. Is something wrong with wanting to look nice?"
"By your own admission, you're an adult now. I guess I can't stop you from looking, well, um, provocative?" Evelyn sighed. Her daughter was grown up. She couldn't help thinking that her daughter did look good in the short skirt and tight shirt. Not trashy, but good.
The doorbell chimed as Becca was draining the water off the pasta she had cooked.
"I'll get it!" she yelled as she hurried to finish draining the pasta, then dashed toward the living room of their small house.
"Come in," Evelyn was saying as Becca hurried into the living room. She sounded a little angry to Becca.
She looked a little angry when she turned to face Becca. The grip on her arm felt a little angry as she was pulled toward the kitchen.
"Hi, Kevin," she said over her shoulder as her mom led her into the kitchen.
"Mom!"
"Becca, what are you doing?"
"Having dinner?"
"I had a feeling you were pulling something, but I didn't think you'd do this. Maybe to me, but I didn't think you'd go this far with somebody else."
"Uh, do what?"
"I've told you, many times, I'm not ready to find somebody else yet. I'm not over your father. Not really."
"It's not like that, Mom," Becca sighed. She thought her mom wouldn't like the situation, but not for this reason.
"I certainly hope you didn't lead that man to believe there was a chance I'd be interested."
"Mom!"
"I'm going to apologize and send him away."
"Mom!"
Becca clutched her mom's arm tightly to keep her from leaving the kitchen.
Evelyn glared at her daughter.
"It's not like that!"
"What's it like then? Huh? What is it like?"
"Mom, Kevin's here cause, he's..."
What is he? Friend? That's too generic. Boyfriend? Ugh. He's definitely not a boy. Significant other? Too politically correct. Partner? Just no. Lover?
Did she love him? Maybe. Probably. Did he love her? She certainly hoped so. They made love, that's for sure, and she loved making love with him.
"Earth to Becca," Evelyn was snapping her fingers in Becca's face.
"He's my lover."
"He's what?"
That possibility had not occurred to Evelyn. The second she recognized the face outside her front door, she had assumed he was there for her. She would rather have that be the case than the words she just heard be true.
"Kevin and I are lovers, Mom."
A scene of her daughter, Becca, her sweet baby girl, naked and moaning while she writhed against Kevin's naked body played in her mind.
"Mom?"
"Becca," Evelyn whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Being happy?"
"He's twice your age!"
"Three times. 3.2 times."
"Is that better?
"That doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter? What could an old man like that possibly want from a girl like you? I'll tell you what. Sex. And that's it."
"And a guy my age wants something else? Hardly," Becca scoffed.
Becca didn't want to fight.
"Do you think that's what you should aspire to then? A man that wants you for your body, and when you get old, throws you away for a young, tight body?"
"Mom!" Becca growled at her mom. "I think I can keep my body tight, at least 'til I'm forty, anyway. There's that picture of us, you, Dad, and me, at the beach. I was a toddler, and you were looking hot in your bikini. You were forty in that picture."
"What's that got to do with this?"
"Kevin will be eighty when I'm forty. You think he... No. Just stop."
Becca was a smart girl, woman. Even though they had been together only a couple of weeks, she had thought about the future. Even without the sex, she was having fun being with Kevin. Her mom didn't understand, and Becca wasn't going to change her mind by talking about it.
"You're going to get hurt, Becca."
"I run that risk with anybody I let in my life."
"Becca..."
"Can't you just be happy I found somebody that makes me happy?"
"Do you think you make him happy?"
"Uh, pretty sure I do," Becca said slowly, emphasizing each word.
"OK, I can understand that. I mean, what man wouldn't be happy having a girl with such a smoking hot bod. When did you get so hot, anyway?"
"Moooom!"
"I'm gonna keep an eye on him though. He better not hurt my little girl."
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Kevin rose to his feet from the solitary sofa in the small living room as Becca led her mom from the kitchen. His eyes met Becca's and his face expressed his question, was she OK?
"Hi," she said softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. It was a relaxed, lingering kiss. Just long enough to be affectionate, but not so long it turned obscene.
"Hm, something's different." She leaned back into his arms and studied his face. He had shaved. He had always had just a hint of gray stubble on his face, barely visible because of the color, but there. It didn't matter what time of day she had seen him, it was always the same length.
She liked his stubble, and the way it stimulated her sensitive areas. She liked it against her lips, her nipples, her pussy, and all the places in between. She would miss it.
"You shaved," she whispered as she caressed his cheek.
Kevin smiled.
"Do you like it?"
"No," Becca shook her head slowly. "I like your whiskers."
"Tomorrow, I'll have whiskers again. Just for you."
Evelyn was taken aback with the scene in front of her. This wasn't her baby girl, giddy and nervous in front of a parent. What she was witnessing was two adults sharing an intimate, yet innocent moment, relaxed and confident in themselves and with each other, in spite of having a witness. Becca had never gotten over her nervous jitters with her first boyfriend, not in front of Evelyn, anyway.
Becca was not just a legal adult, but had grown up, suddenly and without warning.
"Are you hungry?" Becca's voice brought Evelyn back from her thoughts.
"Yep, and it smells delicious."
Kevin's voice dropped to barely a whisper as they moved toward the kitchen table, but Evelyn was able to hear him anyway. "And you look good enough to be the main course."
Evelyn wondered if it would have sounded less salacious coming from a teenager.
Becca could see that Kevin liked the meal. He had seconds. She couldn't stop smiling. The conversation was comfortable around the small table.
"That was great Becca. I loved it," Kevin stated the obvious, and smiled at Becca.
"You're sweet. Thanks." She kissed him quickly on the lips.
"I'll do the dishes later, Mom. Let's just sit in the living room now. We can turn the TV on to keep us company while we talk," Becca suggested.
The living room was big enough for a small entertainment center, a sofa and a couple end tables. It wasn't crowded, but would have been if there was more furniture. It felt cozy.
Becca led Kevin to the center of the sofa and sat herself on one end. This left Evelyn the spot on the other end, next to Kevin. They weren't crowded, but the three of them on the sofa felt intimate to Evelyn.
Their conversation soon turned to the inevitable stories from Becca's childhood. The laughter came often, usually accompanied with blushes of embarrassment from Becca. Kevin seemed more than happy to learn about her childhood.
"Mom, whatever you do, don't get out the picture albums!" Becca ordered after a particularly embarrassing story.
"Well, young lady, now that you mention it..." Evelyn turned and reached under the end table next to her.
Becca smiled, and winked at Kevin while her back was turned.
When the stack of photo albums had been retrieved, and Evelyn had them resting on her lap, she noticed Becca had shifted positions. She had a knee up, resting against Kevin's thigh and her foot tucked under her. Her other knee was resting against his shin. Her position caused her denim skirt to rise up her thighs. The only thing that kept Evelyn from seeing her daughter's panties under her skirt was the fact she wasn't wearing any.
Evelyn quickly averted her eyes, but she could feel her cheeks blush. She quickly opened the first book of family pictures and watched as Kevin pulled it over onto his thighs.
Becca was pointing out pictures, describing when and where for most, and a background story for some. The spine of the book slid down between Kevin's legs each time Becca turned a page, and she reached between the book and Kevin to lift it back up.
Eventually, Becca just left her hand under the book, but it continued to slip when a page was turned.
"OK, next one Mom," Becca announced when she came to the last page. Her smile and bright eyes told the others she was enjoying this.
Evelyn pulled the book away from Kevin and saw her daughter's hand resting on the obvious bulge along the inside of Kevin's thigh. Becca quickly moved her hand back to her lap, revealing all of his bulge to her. She tried not to stare, and averted her eyes.
She was too late. The picture was burned into her mind of her own daughter's hand retreated over the penis. She could see the outline of his thick shaft, spreading into a bulbous, mushroom head at the end.
She pretended to be picking which album to look at next, hoping to hide the flush on bayan gaziantep escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-bayan-escort) her cheeks.
"Mom, hold the back of the book to keep it from sliding, please?" Becca asked, and smiled at her mom.
Evelyn nodded, not trusting her voice to not betray her feelings.
The heat from Kevin's thigh against her forearm felt like a furnace. She was praying her hand wouldn't shake and reveal her feelings.
Becca continued her animated narrative. The album didn't slide between Kevin's legs. Evelyn was performing her task flawlessly. She wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were glued to Becca's arm where it disappeared beneath the book's edge. She pictured Becca's fingers curved around Kevin's penis, just inches from her own hand.
Evelyn felt the delicate fingers wrap around her own hand. She knew they were Becca's, but she continued to stare at the arm as it moved beneath the closing book. The book moved away. She could see her hand, palm up, with her daughter's fingers wrapped around the side. She watched as the fingers drew her hand slowly away from her and toward Becca, but it felt like she was watching a movie.
She didn't fight it, but simply watched as her wrist turned and the hand around hers pressed her palm into the long, hard bulge in Kevin's pants. It was hard and soft at the same time. It was definitely warm. The hand on hers guided her along the length of it to his crotch, then back to rest over the bulbous head.
There were words, no, one word. It echoed in her head, unrecognizable.
"Mom."
It was Becca's voice. She raised her eyes. Becca was leaning toward her, over Kevin between them.
"Mom."
"Becca? Sweetie?"
"Mom, I just want you to be happy."
Evelyn's fingers squeezed the flesh between them. She heard Kevin's soft moan. The hand was no longer on her, guiding her. She moved her hand along the length then back to the head again.
She felt her hand lift, pushed up as the thigh raised, then felt movement between her hand and the flesh beneath. She didn't move her eyes from Becca's smiling face. She didn't need to. As her hand came in contact with the hot, naked flesh, she knew she was touching a hard, erect penis.
"Becca? What..."
"Mom, we want you to be happy. We want you to feel good, like we feel good, with each other."
Becca had moved as she spoke. She was now in front of Evelyn, above her, guiding her by the shoulders. Forward, and down, she moved to her knees. She was looking at the naked cock in her hand as she stroked him, Kevin, the man she knew Becca once wanted her to date.
She was certain they were lovers. They couldn't have faked the comfort, the familiarity, the intimacy of their conversations she witnessed.
Becca, her beautiful daughter, continued to guide her forward.
"Becca?" she plead.
"Say his name, Mom."
"Kevin," Evelyn whispered. She felt as if she were dreaming, but knew otherwise.
"Do you want me to share my lover with you Mom?"
Evelyn looked over her shoulder at Becca, and wasn't surprised to find her totally nude behind her. Her young body reminded her of herself, thirty-five years ago.
She looked back at the throbbing cock she was stroking, then at its kind, gentle owner, Kevin. Maybe he wasn't the owner. Maybe the owner was her daughter Becca, and it was her choice to give it to her. Kevin looked at her like he wanted her, wanted her to have him, to take him.
Evelyn was still gazing up into Kevin's eyes as she felt her lips pass over the head of his cock, and his eyes closed.
She could feel nipples press into her back as arms circled around her, and delicate fingers gently undid the buttons on her blouse, then slowly pull it off one arm, then the other. Those same fingers slid silently between her large breasts to undo the clasp of her bra and pull it off her arms one at a time. Her lips were slowly moving the length of Kevin's hard cock.
Kevin slowly rose to stand above her, and Evelyn kept her eyes glued on his. He took her hands in his and pulled her up as Becca pulled her skirt and panties down to her ankles. She was a few inches shorter than Becca, so still had to look up a little to his face.
Her ample breasts pressed into his chest as he pulled her body against him. His rock hard penis poked into her soft, fleshy belly, then slid upwards to rest between them. She knew she had let her body go. He was tender as he kissed her lips, and she knew she would loose the extra weight, for him. For Becca, who now had her young, lithe body pressed against her back and her arms wrapped around both her and Becca's lover, Kevin.
"We're going to your bed now, to make love while Becca watches," Kevin whispered into her ear.
Evelyn nodded her head as the words "Becca watches" echoed in her mind.
Evelyn was laying in the center of her bed, watching Kevin crawl up from the foot and lower his head between her raised knees. Her eyes moved to Becca, kneeling on the foot of the bed next to Kevin. Her hand disappeared between his legs and was slowly moving up and down.
"She's keeping him hard for me," she thought to herself. "Such a thoughtful girl."
When Kevin found her wet pussy and pressed his tongue between her lips, she gasped, and pushed her hips toward his face. Her late husband had never gone down on her, and Kevin's were the first lips to touch her there. Her late husband had also never filled her mouth as much as Kevin had. She was really looking forward to his hard, throbbing meat filling her pussy.
All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are most likely fictional. Any similarities with actual persons, living or dead, and events are probably coincidental.
"Mom, what are you doing Friday night?"
Becca tried to keep her facial expression neutral and relaxed. She knew she wasn't good at hiding her emotions from her mom, and feared that she was failing at that task now.
"Why?" Her mom drew out the word, making it even more of a question than it already was.
"I just want to have a friend over for dinner. I'll cook, but I think it would be nice if you were here to meet hi... them."
"A boy?"
Her mom knew she broke up with her first boyfriend a couple of weeks ago. She was surprised they had lasted as long as they had. He was so much of a bookworm, even for Becca. Evelyn would be happy if she found a new boy to spend time with.
"Yeah, kind of." Becca was pretending to read something on her phone, hoping to appear distracted and not too invested in the outcome of the conversation.
"Let me check my social calendar. I might have a date that evening."
"Really? Seriously, Mom?" Becca was shocked, but thrilled too. Her mom was so adamant about not being ready to date yet. Her dad had passed away over a year ago, and Becca believed it was time for her mom to get over it.
"No," Evelyn laughed.
"Jeez, you got me all worked up for nothing! So you'll be here?"
Evelyn looked hard at her daughter. She had tried pretty hard to get her interested in a man recently, and she didn't entirely trust her daughter to have dropped it. She hadn't mentioned him for a few weeks though, not since Becca and her first boyfriend broke up.
"So tell me about this boy. How'd you meet him? What's he look like?"
Becca rolled her eyes.
"He's not a boy, Mom. I'm eighteen now. I'm not a girl, and I don't meet boys. We're adults, you know, woman, man. Grown up words, please."
"You'll always be my baby girl, Becca."
"OK, Mom. Whatever. You're curious, but you're just going to have to wait. It's not like I'm saying he's out there and you're not gonna meet him. He's coming Friday. You gonna be there, or not?"
"I'll be there, with bells on. My grown up daughter is going to cook for a man. Will wonders never cease?"
"Great! You can leave your bells in the closet though. I don't wanna know."
Becca's stomach churned behind her disinterested exterior. She worried at how her Mom would react to Kevin. The same Kevin she had tried so hard to get her mom to flirt with, show an interest in, and maybe date, if he would have asked her out. If she hadn't decided to fuck him herself, maybe they would have gotten together.
In the two weeks since she had so willingly given herself, body and soul, to Kevin, she had learned so much more about him. He was, as his stories claimed, fifty-eight years old, forty years older than Becca. He had been an accountant, but couldn't find work in his field and had to take the menial job of running a cashier at the same grocery Becca worked in.
He was brilliant, and twisted a little bit. Like Becca, but different. She liked to watch, or so she thought. She had never actually watched anyone have sex, but she wanted to, and fantasized about it as a masturbatory tool. It had been a great tool. Lately, Kevin was providing her with enough orgasms to keep her happy and satisfied.
Becca pulled the old tee shirt over her head and wriggled it down over her bra. She hadn't worn this shirt for a long time, and had grown a lot in the years since it actually fit her. The words "Keepin' it Real" were printed across the front, above the mathematical symbol for imaginary number inside a red circle with a line through it.
She was certain Kevin would get it. Most people didn't, but Becca was going to be a college freshman majoring in math in just a few weeks, and thought it was witty.
The shirt stretched to conform to her upper body; her skimpy bra's outline clearly visible through the dark blue material. It didn't quite meet the waist band of her mid-thigh denim skirt, so revealed an inch or two of her flat stomach.
Her mom wouldn't be happy. Becca always wore less revealing clothes, and almost never a skirt.
"I look like I'm fifteen in this," Becca told the mirror on the wall of her bedroom.
She was glad that Kevin liked little tits. She had, in his words, the best little tits in town, and the attention he gave them reinforced his sincerity. She was happy to please.
"This is definitely something Krystin would wear," she said, again to the mirror.
Krystin was her doppelganger and alter-ego, the character in the erotica Kevin authored and published on the internet, the character he had based on her and she had brazenly used to get into his bed and give him her virginity.
It was Kevin's writing that brought Becca to the realization that she didn't want her mom to hook up with him; she wanted him for herself.
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"Becca, shouldn't you be getting dressed? Your company is going to be here in a few minutes."
"I am dressed. I just need to cook the pasta, and everything will be ready. Sauce, bread, salad, everything else is done."
"That's what you're wearing, sweetheart?"
Becca scowled at her mom. "Yeah... what's wrong with it?"
"You wore that shirt when you were thirteen. Where did you get that skirt? I've never seen you wear a skirt that didn't cover a lot more of your legs."
"I want to look nice. Is something wrong with wanting to look nice?"
"By your own admission, you're an adult now. I guess I can't stop you from looking, well, um, provocative?" Evelyn sighed. Her daughter was grown up. She couldn't help thinking that her daughter did look good in the short skirt and tight shirt. Not trashy, but good.
The doorbell chimed as Becca was draining the water off the pasta she had cooked.
"I'll get it!" she yelled as she hurried to finish draining the pasta, then dashed toward the living room of their small house.
"Come in," Evelyn was saying as Becca hurried into the living room. She sounded a little angry to Becca.
She looked a little angry when she turned to face Becca. The grip on her arm felt a little angry as she was pulled toward the kitchen.
"Hi, Kevin," she said over her shoulder as her mom led her into the kitchen.
"Mom!"
"Becca, what are you doing?"
"Having dinner?"
"I had a feeling you were pulling something, but I didn't think you'd do this. Maybe to me, but I didn't think you'd go this far with somebody else."
"Uh, do what?"
"I've told you, many times, I'm not ready to find somebody else yet. I'm not over your father. Not really."
"It's not like that, Mom," Becca sighed. She thought her mom wouldn't like the situation, but not for this reason.
"I certainly hope you didn't lead that man to believe there was a chance I'd be interested."
"Mom!"
"I'm going to apologize and send him away."
"Mom!"
Becca clutched her mom's arm tightly to keep her from leaving the kitchen.
Evelyn glared at her daughter.
"It's not like that!"
"What's it like then? Huh? What is it like?"
"Mom, Kevin's here cause, he's..."
What is he? Friend? That's too generic. Boyfriend? Ugh. He's definitely not a boy. Significant other? Too politically correct. Partner? Just no. Lover?
Did she love him? Maybe. Probably. Did he love her? She certainly hoped so. They made love, that's for sure, and she loved making love with him.
"Earth to Becca," Evelyn was snapping her fingers in Becca's face.
"He's my lover."
"He's what?"
That possibility had not occurred to Evelyn. The second she recognized the face outside her front door, she had assumed he was there for her. She would rather have that be the case than the words she just heard be true.
"Kevin and I are lovers, Mom."
A scene of her daughter, Becca, her sweet baby girl, naked and moaning while she writhed against Kevin's naked body played in her mind.
"Mom?"
"Becca," Evelyn whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Being happy?"
"He's twice your age!"
"Three times. 3.2 times."
"Is that better?
"That doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter? What could an old man like that possibly want from a girl like you? I'll tell you what. Sex. And that's it."
"And a guy my age wants something else? Hardly," Becca scoffed.
Becca didn't want to fight.
"Do you think that's what you should aspire to then? A man that wants you for your body, and when you get old, throws you away for a young, tight body?"
"Mom!" Becca growled at her mom. "I think I can keep my body tight, at least 'til I'm forty, anyway. There's that picture of us, you, Dad, and me, at the beach. I was a toddler, and you were looking hot in your bikini. You were forty in that picture."
"What's that got to do with this?"
"Kevin will be eighty when I'm forty. You think he... No. Just stop."
Becca was a smart girl, woman. Even though they had been together only a couple of weeks, she had thought about the future. Even without the sex, she was having fun being with Kevin. Her mom didn't understand, and Becca wasn't going to change her mind by talking about it.
"You're going to get hurt, Becca."
"I run that risk with anybody I let in my life."
"Becca..."
"Can't you just be happy I found somebody that makes me happy?"
"Do you think you make him happy?"
"Uh, pretty sure I do," Becca said slowly, emphasizing each word.
"OK, I can understand that. I mean, what man wouldn't be happy having a girl with such a smoking hot bod. When did you get so hot, anyway?"
"Moooom!"
"I'm gonna keep an eye on him though. He better not hurt my little girl."
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Kevin rose to his feet from the solitary sofa in the small living room as Becca led her mom from the kitchen. His eyes met Becca's and his face expressed his question, was she OK?
"Hi," she said softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. It was a relaxed, lingering kiss. Just long enough to be affectionate, but not so long it turned obscene.
"Hm, something's different." She leaned back into his arms and studied his face. He had shaved. He had always had just a hint of gray stubble on his face, barely visible because of the color, but there. It didn't matter what time of day she had seen him, it was always the same length.
She liked his stubble, and the way it stimulated her sensitive areas. She liked it against her lips, her nipples, her pussy, and all the places in between. She would miss it.
"You shaved," she whispered as she caressed his cheek.
Kevin smiled.
"Do you like it?"
"No," Becca shook her head slowly. "I like your whiskers."
"Tomorrow, I'll have whiskers again. Just for you."
Evelyn was taken aback with the scene in front of her. This wasn't her baby girl, giddy and nervous in front of a parent. What she was witnessing was two adults sharing an intimate, yet innocent moment, relaxed and confident in themselves and with each other, in spite of having a witness. Becca had never gotten over her nervous jitters with her first boyfriend, not in front of Evelyn, anyway.
Becca was not just a legal adult, but had grown up, suddenly and without warning.
"Are you hungry?" Becca's voice brought Evelyn back from her thoughts.
"Yep, and it smells delicious."
Kevin's voice dropped to barely a whisper as they moved toward the kitchen table, but Evelyn was able to hear him anyway. "And you look good enough to be the main course."
Evelyn wondered if it would have sounded less salacious coming from a teenager.
Becca could see that Kevin liked the meal. He had seconds. She couldn't stop smiling. The conversation was comfortable around the small table.
"That was great Becca. I loved it," Kevin stated the obvious, and smiled at Becca.
"You're sweet. Thanks." She kissed him quickly on the lips.
"I'll do the dishes later, Mom. Let's just sit in the living room now. We can turn the TV on to keep us company while we talk," Becca suggested.
The living room was big enough for a small entertainment center, a sofa and a couple end tables. It wasn't crowded, but would have been if there was more furniture. It felt cozy.
Becca led Kevin to the center of the sofa and sat herself on one end. This left Evelyn the spot on the other end, next to Kevin. They weren't crowded, but the three of them on the sofa felt intimate to Evelyn.
Their conversation soon turned to the inevitable stories from Becca's childhood. The laughter came often, usually accompanied with blushes of embarrassment from Becca. Kevin seemed more than happy to learn about her childhood.
"Mom, whatever you do, don't get out the picture albums!" Becca ordered after a particularly embarrassing story.
"Well, young lady, now that you mention it..." Evelyn turned and reached under the end table next to her.
Becca smiled, and winked at Kevin while her back was turned.
When the stack of photo albums had been retrieved, and Evelyn had them resting on her lap, she noticed Becca had shifted positions. She had a knee up, resting against Kevin's thigh and her foot tucked under her. Her other knee was resting against his shin. Her position caused her denim skirt to rise up her thighs. The only thing that kept Evelyn from seeing her daughter's panties under her skirt was the fact she wasn't wearing any.
Evelyn quickly averted her eyes, but she could feel her cheeks blush. She quickly opened the first book of family pictures and watched as Kevin pulled it over onto his thighs.
Becca was pointing out pictures, describing when and where for most, and a background story for some. The spine of the book slid down between Kevin's legs each time Becca turned a page, and she reached between the book and Kevin to lift it back up.
Eventually, Becca just left her hand under the book, but it continued to slip when a page was turned.
"OK, next one Mom," Becca announced when she came to the last page. Her smile and bright eyes told the others she was enjoying this.
Evelyn pulled the book away from Kevin and saw her daughter's hand resting on the obvious bulge along the inside of Kevin's thigh. Becca quickly moved her hand back to her lap, revealing all of his bulge to her. She tried not to stare, and averted her eyes.
She was too late. The picture was burned into her mind of her own daughter's hand retreated over the penis. She could see the outline of his thick shaft, spreading into a bulbous, mushroom head at the end.
She pretended to be picking which album to look at next, hoping to hide the flush on bayan gaziantep escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-bayan-escort) her cheeks.
"Mom, hold the back of the book to keep it from sliding, please?" Becca asked, and smiled at her mom.
Evelyn nodded, not trusting her voice to not betray her feelings.
The heat from Kevin's thigh against her forearm felt like a furnace. She was praying her hand wouldn't shake and reveal her feelings.
Becca continued her animated narrative. The album didn't slide between Kevin's legs. Evelyn was performing her task flawlessly. She wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were glued to Becca's arm where it disappeared beneath the book's edge. She pictured Becca's fingers curved around Kevin's penis, just inches from her own hand.
Evelyn felt the delicate fingers wrap around her own hand. She knew they were Becca's, but she continued to stare at the arm as it moved beneath the closing book. The book moved away. She could see her hand, palm up, with her daughter's fingers wrapped around the side. She watched as the fingers drew her hand slowly away from her and toward Becca, but it felt like she was watching a movie.
She didn't fight it, but simply watched as her wrist turned and the hand around hers pressed her palm into the long, hard bulge in Kevin's pants. It was hard and soft at the same time. It was definitely warm. The hand on hers guided her along the length of it to his crotch, then back to rest over the bulbous head.
There were words, no, one word. It echoed in her head, unrecognizable.
"Mom."
It was Becca's voice. She raised her eyes. Becca was leaning toward her, over Kevin between them.
"Mom."
"Becca? Sweetie?"
"Mom, I just want you to be happy."
Evelyn's fingers squeezed the flesh between them. She heard Kevin's soft moan. The hand was no longer on her, guiding her. She moved her hand along the length then back to the head again.
She felt her hand lift, pushed up as the thigh raised, then felt movement between her hand and the flesh beneath. She didn't move her eyes from Becca's smiling face. She didn't need to. As her hand came in contact with the hot, naked flesh, she knew she was touching a hard, erect penis.
"Becca? What..."
"Mom, we want you to be happy. We want you to feel good, like we feel good, with each other."
Becca had moved as she spoke. She was now in front of Evelyn, above her, guiding her by the shoulders. Forward, and down, she moved to her knees. She was looking at the naked cock in her hand as she stroked him, Kevin, the man she knew Becca once wanted her to date.
She was certain they were lovers. They couldn't have faked the comfort, the familiarity, the intimacy of their conversations she witnessed.
Becca, her beautiful daughter, continued to guide her forward.
"Becca?" she plead.
"Say his name, Mom."
"Kevin," Evelyn whispered. She felt as if she were dreaming, but knew otherwise.
"Do you want me to share my lover with you Mom?"
Evelyn looked over her shoulder at Becca, and wasn't surprised to find her totally nude behind her. Her young body reminded her of herself, thirty-five years ago.
She looked back at the throbbing cock she was stroking, then at its kind, gentle owner, Kevin. Maybe he wasn't the owner. Maybe the owner was her daughter Becca, and it was her choice to give it to her. Kevin looked at her like he wanted her, wanted her to have him, to take him.
Evelyn was still gazing up into Kevin's eyes as she felt her lips pass over the head of his cock, and his eyes closed.
She could feel nipples press into her back as arms circled around her, and delicate fingers gently undid the buttons on her blouse, then slowly pull it off one arm, then the other. Those same fingers slid silently between her large breasts to undo the clasp of her bra and pull it off her arms one at a time. Her lips were slowly moving the length of Kevin's hard cock.
Kevin slowly rose to stand above her, and Evelyn kept her eyes glued on his. He took her hands in his and pulled her up as Becca pulled her skirt and panties down to her ankles. She was a few inches shorter than Becca, so still had to look up a little to his face.
Her ample breasts pressed into his chest as he pulled her body against him. His rock hard penis poked into her soft, fleshy belly, then slid upwards to rest between them. She knew she had let her body go. He was tender as he kissed her lips, and she knew she would loose the extra weight, for him. For Becca, who now had her young, lithe body pressed against her back and her arms wrapped around both her and Becca's lover, Kevin.
"We're going to your bed now, to make love while Becca watches," Kevin whispered into her ear.
Evelyn nodded her head as the words "Becca watches" echoed in her mind.
Evelyn was laying in the center of her bed, watching Kevin crawl up from the foot and lower his head between her raised knees. Her eyes moved to Becca, kneeling on the foot of the bed next to Kevin. Her hand disappeared between his legs and was slowly moving up and down.
"She's keeping him hard for me," she thought to herself. "Such a thoughtful girl."
When Kevin found her wet pussy and pressed his tongue between her lips, she gasped, and pushed her hips toward his face. Her late husband had never gone down on her, and Kevin's were the first lips to touch her there. Her late husband had also never filled her mouth as much as Kevin had. She was really looking forward to his hard, throbbing meat filling her pussy.