I’m a 49 year old single guy and I just had a fantastic experience a couple of Saturdays ago. Now, please accept that I’m not bragging etc, I just really want to give you the facts. I’ll explain the situation first…
Until February I was in a relationship with a lady (Kaz) who was 6 years older than me (we weren’t married, but for ease of explanation I’ll use terms as if we were). We lived in a nice English town and had a fairly content life. Two step-daughters, their boyfriends and 5 children lived in the same large 3-bedroomed house as us. That’s 11 of us. A step-son, Mark and his girlfriend Sue also moved to the town after we did. They were involved in drugs etc and they decided to get their two young daughters away from Yorkshire, as the family chat was about how much more laid back Norfolk is, and how the area is nicer with beaches etc.
After a while Sue went back, leaving Mark with the girls, she got involved in the Yorkshire drug scene again but occasionally Kaz and I would take the girls to see her or she would come back down for family celebrations like Christmas. Mark got a new girlfriend, who later moved in and done Mummy stuff too.
Various up and downs of family life happened, another step-son, Ady, who was still in Yorkshire, eventually persuaded Kaz and the step-daughters to move back too. So just after Christmas they announced they want to go back. We had lived in Yorkshire for two years but my job there had gone to the Far East so I knew I’d end up doing factory work on zero hours contracts if I went back, so I stayed in Norfolk and they all left for Yorkshire, no arguments and we’re still friends.
Now I never really got on with Mark, and soon he fell out with his family as there was stuff said about his new girlfriend, but I tried to remain neutral. After everyone else went back to Yorkshire I bumped into Mark, said I didn’t expect to be part of the family anymore but was happy to be mates, and chat if we bumped into each other again. No need to burn bridges.
Then I got a message off Sue, could she come and stay with me when she saw her daughters? She’s now on a drug program, lives in a supervised housing scheme and is trying to get her life sorted out. She does a bit of cleaning for a relative occasionally, cash in hand, but is otherwise on benefits, so obviously can’t afford a hotel etc, I even booked and paid for the train tickets – which never got offered back.
I have made no secret to Sue that I liked her, I would tell her that she was my favourite daughter in law and we’d hug and give each other a kiss. Kaz absolutely made sure that Sue and I were never alone, always someone in the room, but just occasionally we’d bump into each other in town. (When we had first met Kaz had asked what my usual type was, without knowing her I had described Sue perfectly). So Sue came down, we had a drink or two and decided to cuddle up that night, both wearing shorts and t-shirts, although I woke up during the night and my hand had cupped her medium sized breast inside her t-shirt while we slept. We’d remained clothed, and she seemed happy that I had tried to be gentlemanly, and had proved I could just about keep my word. We cuddled and kissed, but no other contact – I think she is very pretty and has gorgeous long dark hair, probably size 12/14.
So, as I said, a couple of weeks ago she came back again and stayed for three nights – Thursday to Sunday, seeing her daughters at a contact centre on the Saturday (she’d taken them to Yorkshire on the train before, so it ended up going thru the Court as Mark was obviously pissed about this, and the girls had missed some school).
On the Thursday we did the same thing as before, I’d finished work at 11pm, come home and Sue had let herself in with my spare key, so Friday morning we woke up together and chilled, then I took her to the seaside for the day. We had a great time, but the conversation in the car turned to personal stuff. She was telling me more about her history with drugs, prostitution and about her occasionally abusive relationship with Mark. We discussed sex toys we liked, I admitted I like pegging. She mentioned it was nice to cuddle up with me, that she had felt me get hard spooning her, and how I had played with her breast while sleeping and that she’d felt safe and loved, which was a fairly new experience for her, she’s 31! When we got back she asked to see the strapon and other toys, we discussed the wanking sleeve, vibrators, love eggs and other stuff in the toy box – then she asked if she could borrow a toy, I held out for a hostage in case it wasn’t returned, and I now keep the knickers she wore on the train journey in a Ziplock bag until her return (although they’ve had a couple of licks to get the scent active again).
On Friday night I said I would sleep on the sofa, we’d been talking a lot of the night before, and neither of us had a good sleep. I left her in my bed so that she could be bright and alert to see her girls on Saturday, while I went to work.
So Saturday night (yes, finally getting to the point) we had bottles of Jack D and coke and some pizzas. We started chatting again and cuddling and kissing. I started off kissing her cheek (in true Pretty Woman style – no lips) but eventually worked my way around her face, neck and ears. Then licking and gentle nibbles. Just to remind you, she’s 31, apparently no one had ever spent that much effort doing that, she hadn’t even known that licking the inside or back of her ear lobe tickled. I have to say that I am disgusted that no one had ever given her that much attention, she had started drugs etc as a teenager and been used by men ever since, even Mark had not bothered in a long term relationship!
My efforts had started to turn Sue on. Long, slow, gentle kisses, licks and nibbles all the while listening and talking to her, I asked her to tell me what she liked, and importantly what she didn’t. I explained that communication was the key, if she let me know with a yes or no, I’d do more or less of it. Then I suggested having the duvet on the lounge floor, and would she like a massage? Sue agreed, so we decided to top up the drinks, have a loo break and a quick rinse (we’d already both seen each other use the bathroom earlier while talking, but not naked). When she came back into the lounge I asked if she just wanted her back done, or more? I said I would wear the same as her, so we both ended up in just our boxers/knickers. I commented on how nice her nipples/areola were, and that I’d wondered about them since the time before when I held her breast in the night. She thought I’d seen them before, and she commented on how small her breasts are – I complemented them, they suit her, and are perfect for her, a different size would be out of proportion, but I love how large her areola are in comparison. So having got that out of the way and again told her how nice her body was, and her gorgeous hair! we got down to a massage.
Warm hands! I’m lucky as I always have warm hands, everyone says so, but rapidly rubbing them together before using the body lotion helps, and warms the lotion in your hands (I never use massage oil now, I soon learnt that it tastes horrible and where we’re going I don’t want that). So having found a comfy position for us both, I started by sitting just below Sue’s bum, but it wasn’t good for either of us, too much pressure on our knees, I moved beside her. Starting with both hands symmetrically moving in opposite circles/ovals along her back until there was enough lotion to keep the movement smooth, I glided my hands around her back and side, just occasionally sneaking a pass across the ribs, near but not touching her breasts, teasing, caressing then eventually licking and kissing every inch of her back, neck and shoulders. The teasing included occasionally slipping a finger inside her knickers as I gently eased them down to access the small of her back, then the top of her buttocks, until she had happily let me expose the top half of her bum, kissing and licking there too, “accidentally” slipping a finger along the top of her “crack” but not close enough to rim her with it. I should stress that I was concentrating on Sue so much that I did not get a hard on – even though I was kneeling either side, or one leg between hers – this is important at this stage because an erect penis is for the “endgame”. It could be argued that it shows the male is excited and turned on by the body he is massaging, but I think that exercising control and not rushing towards sex is a better way to build trust, and ensure Sue knew this was totally about her pleasure. Every time I looked at the body in front of me, beautiful and 18 years my junior, I certainly thanked our Maker.
So with more licking and kisses, oh – and a raspberry (as in blowing on her back with my open mouth touching her skin to make a farting noise on her left side) – she screamed with laughter, “no one has done that to me since I was five!”, she said – I thought to myself that no one had done a lot of nice things to her ever. Sue was by now very relaxed, we worked our way through the whole bottle of Jack that evening, and I asked if she would like to turn over. She did.
Again, warm hands, enough lotion to get her beautiful body slippy, gently massaging everywhere except the nipples (don’t ruin the taste of her sensitive skin yet), kissing and licking, moving up and down her arms – partly to reposition them out of my way, licking her arm pits, moving around and across her breasts, sucking her nipples, large lazy circles with my tongue, between her breasts, changing to kisses, leaving a trail of them along her tummy, pausing – not even touching her, letting the moment last as Sue waits for my next kiss, her eyes shut, chatting away about everything and nothing, licking in her belly button, surprising her by suddenly kissing her face, nose, waiting for her to talk and licking her neck, suddenly putting my hard tongue in her mouth as she chats, she laughs knowing I’ve shut her up for a second, (she’s been talking about things and people in our pasts – I don’t mind, it’s helpful in avoiding the erection I’m trying to not get yet). Sue is still telling me occasionally what’s good, but I know from her closed eyes and happy manner that a significant amount of trust is being made here, I even crawled straight across her face, slapping it with my damp cock as I went to get more whiskey and coke – earning a well aimed slap to my bollocks – she still doesn’t know how much I like that! Can I massage the back of her legs? Sure, she turns over and wiggles her knickers off as she does. I ask if she believes in equality? Yes – OK gorgeous, I’ll take mine off too. Finally, both of us naked together – Thank you Lord!
She starts discussing giving blow jobs (how I didn’t blow my load then I’ll never know) as I return to massaging her back, gently easing my circular strokes further down her torso, buttocks and legs until I pick up her foot and lick between her toes, going around each one, then sucking them in turn, again she laughs her gorgeous laugh, every thing about her is gorgeous, and again she tells me that she did not realise her feet were ticklish – nor had I, I’d been gently massaging them before without so much as a giggle while we talked.
Paying attention to each leg individually, then both, kissing and licking, hovering near her with my face inches away, inhaling the gorgeous scent from her moisture, massaging across her buttocks, gently easing them apart to reveal all as I moved them up and out, alternately moving my hands up and down, pushing her cheeks in opposite directions, up/down, in/out until I sneak a long slow lick from her perineum, across her anus and up her spine as she gasps with surprise, totally relaxed and turned on. Only a very small area of her body hasn’t been massaged, licked or kissed – although I’ve brushed very close while massaging her inner thighs. She turns over, we both know why, I continue to massage the front of her legs, up her torso, breasts and neck. Looking her in the eyes, knowing she feels my stiffening against her leg, I ask if I can eat her now? Her hand slips inside and she agrees, she hopes she tastes nice – one guy ate her out when she was 16 – ONE! What the fuck is wrong with men, seriously you can’t be bothered to go down but expect her too. She tells me that she has never been so wet, it’s actually oozing – I’m trying not too! I already know that she is going to taste gorgeous.
When we chose pizza earlier, I’d made a joke about getting a pack of Mars bars for a party I was planning to have later, she’d understood perfectly, we’d already had the toy/knickers exchange, so I knew I just had to not piss her off to have a perfect evening with her. I chose not to bother with the chocolate, but just used my tongue to carefully lick softly around her wet lips. (Now guys, as this will be new – your tongue can be hard or soft, use it alternately, to keep her wet, don’t ram a hard tongue in straight away, but don’t lap at her like a dog). As with the massage, kisses and licking, varying in style, length, speed and direction, long slow, short and sharp or tiny circles – around the small metal ring in Sue’s labia, later giving it a gentle tug. I never had so much fun eating pussy, and again she tasted gorgeous, just as her knickers had when I licked them in front of her, finally (and I mean after a good ten minutes) sliding in my finger, finding the ripples in her skin, concentrate on small circles inside, while gently licking, nibbling and blowing her clit, pushing my finger to feel the circle of her uterus, bring the moisture up again to the roof, where the G-spot sits, circling, “oh no – only two, take the third out”, use that moisture on the perineum, massage her, circle, lick, taste her.
And then she thinks she wants to pee, no gorgeous, it’s OK, just go with it, you won’t – your body is just preparing itself – sure enough – no guy has ever given her an orgasm of her own, plenty from them, but not her own. Sadly although we’ve been through so much, she doesn’t quite believe – so I stop, cuddle and caress her, we chat, the need to pee subsides, so close, but so far away from knowing herself fully.
Hopefully she has played with the toy as much as I’ve enjoyed her underwear, maybe soon when she comes back again. I’m betting that she’s going to squirt like a fountain, if she relaxes enough.
I really have wanted her since I first saw her, obviously, I hope we can be together. She needs to sort her life out, and hopefully find a place for me there, but I’m not going to insist – treating her with kindness and respect. (I actually told her that I almost feel as if I’m grooming her, but is showing her love and understanding different if you aren’t pretending so that you can use her abusively? Groomers pretend to love, mine is real, I know she might break my heart – I’m pretending to be ready for it). I know almost the full story of what she’s been through over the last 20 years, and I really want her pain to stop. She asked when I first knew I wanted her. Except for when she was on drugs (heroine) because it made her look pale, sad and tired – I explained that a guy thinks about sex every 6 seconds – for me, when she’s in the room, it’s 2 (or less), and yes Kaz was right to try to keep us apart – I’ve never cheated on anyone, but thankfully Fate has played her hand.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/czia6i/fm_exdaughterinlaw_comes_to_stay
Wow. Hope things work out for you.