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By *imbo OP Man 2 weeks ago
Tonbridge |
My late wife Claire has a sister who after Claire passed away had polite interactions but little more than that to do with me, that is until she was left on her own when her husband who has dementia was taken into a home. He had dealt with everything to do with the household accounts, held the money and paid the bills and she had run and managed the family home.
I had heard she was struggling a bit trying to sort out the financial issues and was also feeling somewhat isolated as she was now on her own, so as a sign of brother in law friendship and concern I invited her to my place for coffee and a chat. It soon became clear that she was quite able to deal with the financial aspects once she had some advice about the possible courses of action and when she left she said she would like to reciprocate and invite me to her house
The afternoon of my visit Trudy came to the door and walking very stiffly showed me in, tea and coffee was made and when we went to sit down she was clearly in a lot of pain. It transpired she had pulled a muscle in the small of her back and any movement was seriously painful.
I don’t know why I said it but I suggested I give her a massage, now Trudy has always struck me as a bit of a prude, she is late 60s and very heavy set not at all to my mind what I would consider sexually desirable. I fully expected her to say no and to be offended but to my surprise she said yes she would be grateful for that as she was hurting so much.
She said the bedroom was inappropriate and I could see there was nothing suitable such as a couch in her sitting room as there were only arm chairs and in any case Trudy had informed me she did not want any mess on the upholstery. I suggested therefore that we use the kitchen table which has sufficient room and that I would put the outdoor swing seat vinyl cushion on the table so as to provide some comfort.
Trudy made it quite clear that she wasn’t taking her clothes off, I asked how therefore was I to administer any oil to her back. We finally agreed on a bath towel to cover her modesty.
When she came back into the kitchen she handed me a bottle of baby oil and asked for help to get up on the table. Once settled she loosened the towel but asked me not to remove it. I duly poured some oil into the palm of my hand , lifted the end of the towel and gently started to rub her back, long gentle strokes up and down. After a while I could sense she was relaxing and starting to enjoy the attention so I varied the rotation of my massage to include the sides of her torso and eventually her buttocks.
She had made no complaint about this but the feel of her skin and the thoughts going through my head imagining myself spurting great gobs of semen over her bare arse and up her back made me feel incredibly horny but I had no intention to do anything about it. As a result of my ministrations the towel had ridden up over her thighs and over her buttocks. I couldn’t resist taking a further step, for the worst that would happen is the spell would be broken and this little interlude would be over, so on the downward strokes of my massage I gradually traced a route over her bottom and onto the top of her inner thighs sending my fingers between them.
She didn’t say a word and neither did I, my cock by this time was pressing painfully against my trousers but I did my best to ignore it and carry on. As my fingers dipped down between her thighs I was sure I felt her spread her legs slightly and before I knew it the tips of my fingers brushed her pubic hair. I thought I heard a feint moan emit from my sister in laws mouth but couldn’t be sure.
My fingers were now by this time blatantly rubbing the lips of her cunt and my hand was pushed between her thighs to such an extent that I was able to insert my thumb into her vagina. I kept a rhythm going and after a short while I could feel not only how wet she was but also a corresponding movement pressing her clit onto me.
When my wife was alive she was sexually very active and masturbated frequently, she would lay on her front with one hand between her legs, it seemed like she was doing nothing until quite suddenly her thighs and buttocks would tremble violently and she would let out a loud groan as she came. Duly satisfied she would lay quietly for a few minutes and then start again for a second but much more quickly achieved orgasm.
It was with that remembered information that I realised Trudy was going to cum, her buttocks clenched and her thighs trembled just like her late lamented sister but instead of a loud groan her breath hissed between her teeth as she climaxed. I kept quite still waiting to see if she would go again and as expected I felt her press down on my now aching hand. I started gentle thrusts with my thumb in her cunt and let my fingers graze either side of her clit. It didn’t take long, her legs trembled violently and her buttocks clenched hard once more but this time out of her mouth came a very loud guttural roar, so loud it was almost as though she was shouting.
I was in dire need by this time so left her to recover on the table whilst I retired to the bathroom, as soon as I was in there I unzipped my cock and using the oil still on my fingers wanked myself off in no more than half a dozen strokes. I came bucket loads thinking about what had happened.
When I returned to the kitchen Trudy was dressed, everything had been tidied up and the kettle was on, It was as though nothing had happened. She never spoke then about what occurred and has never mentioned it since. For my part I cannot get the picture out of my mind, of her trembling thighs and clenching buttocks as her orgasm wracked her body. I would so love to see her cum again.
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