Without life there can be no death and death is as much a release for someone as old as my grandmother was when she died. Just as it is a tragedy when someone as young as my youngest brother dies under suspicious circumstances.
Exactly one week to the day after attending the funeral for my youngest brother who lived in Tennessee. I stood in the foyer of the First Baptist Church in Lithia Springs Georgia with my two brothers and the other relatives selected as pall bearers.
But while I had been unable to say goodbye to my brother and still hadn’t come to terms with the shock of his unexpected death. I felt like celebrating instead of mourning having shouted for joy at the news of my Grandmothers passing. Not that I was happy by any means that my Grandmother was gone. Yet her passing meant that she would no longer have to suffer the indignity of a slow and lingering death.
As I stood there lost in my thoughts suddenly I heard the sultry voice of my mothers best friend. Looking up with a smile dancing on my lips when I saw Dee, whom I hadn’t seen in some time, walking towards me with a look of concern on her face.
“I’m so sorry for your loss.” Dee whispered into my ear when she took me into her arms and hugged me.
Then as Dee’ lips brushed my cheek and her breasts pressed against my chest when I returned her hug. Instantly I was transported back to the time many years before when my mother first introduced me to her new best friend.
When I first met Dee, a lovely goddess with long dark hair and dark eyes, not long after my sixteenth birthday. During one of my visits to my mothers apartment after I’d earned my drivers licence.
The moment I saw Dee it was like wow an instant hard on as the intensity of her feminine beauty blew my mind away. Back then, like my mother, Dee was in her early thirties and hadn’t lost the freshness of her sexual beauty. Nor had it even begun to fade or to wilt like a flower trapped in the heat of a hot summer day.
Standing next to my mother with her raven hair and dark eyes. Dee was a study in contrast compared to my mothers blonde hair and blue eyes. While her olive complection contrasted nicely with my mothers fair skin making Dee the darkness to my mothers lightness.
When I arrived at my mothers apartment they were dressed like twins in a low cut black evening dress that fit their curves snugly. Bringing to mind the Stephen King novel: “The Dark Half” that I’d recently read for an English assignment. Even though then was absolutely no hint or trace of evil in Dee’ demeanor or in her personality like it was in both of my stepmothers.
But while I knew better than to allow myself to be turned on by my mothers blatant display of her sexuality. There was no such taboo regarding Dee and the sexual attraction that I felt towards her. Plus I was well aware of societies acceptance of a sexual relationship between an older woman and a boy such as myself.
Still I was extraordinarily discreet whenever I managed to toss a glance in Dee’ direction. Soon finding it nearly impossible not to let my eyes linger on the eye candy of her luscious curves. Especially since the tight fitting dress she was wearing enhanced lifted her perky breasts and the curves of her hips.
There are almost no words that can quite capture the essence of Dee’ sexuality. Nor had I been able trust any other members of the feminine persuasion. After having endured the emotional and physical abuse visited upon me by my vicious stepmothers.
But there was something about Dee, that even today I have trouble putting my finger on, that touches me in the depths of my inner being. Creating an instant connection between us as if I’d known her for years when in reality I’d only just met her that day.
Don’t get me wrong Dee is a strong willed and competent woman who is quite capable of being a bitch when she needs to be. But isn’t an outright bitch in the depths of her innermost being like both of my stepmothers are.
To put it bluntly like an all beef patty on a sesame seed bun Dee was everything a woman was meant to be. From the incredibly sexy curves of a goddess and the aura of feminine compassion that radiated outward from the innermost depths of her soul.
To the tough as nails attitude she managed to convey without any trace, whatsoever, of the hyper-masculinity the average feminist is so intent on emulating. More than any other woman that I’d met till then Dee was indeed like a hammer encased in a velvet glove.
A kind and gentle woman more then willing to do unto others as she would have them do unto her. But watch out for Dee was also like the proverbial tiger by the tail when provoked into action. Nor would she hesitate to do whatever was necessary and had to be done when her anger was fully aroused. Proving once again the adage: “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
Of course this meant that the moment my mother introduced me to Dee was like both love and lust at first sight. Since I couldn’t help but develop an intense crush on her having never actually been with a woman before. Even as her natural feminine beauty provoked the stirring’s of the hardest boner I’d ever experienced. While awakening the passionate desire to bed her at the very first available opportunity.
By the time I arrived at my mothers apartment she and Dee were just about finished getting ready. My mother had promised to take me out dancing in order to celebrate my recent birthday. If I passed the drivers test the following Saturday which would then enable me to drive out to her place.
What she didn’t tell me was that she had also arranged for her best friend Dee to be my unofficial date for the evening. Who at the moment happened to be between marriages, nor was she looking either, and was in the mood to party. Still I don’t think my mother quite intended for us to become hump buddies.
Walking into the dance club sandwiched between two of the most beautiful and eligible women in the area. Gave me a thrill that I’ll never forget while ignoring the stares of the other patrons. While staring down those of the males who looked at mother and Dee practically drooling in their beer with envy.
Mother and I danced first after we’d found a table leaving Dee alone for only a few minutes. As she fended off the desperate single males flocking about her like vultures. All of whom hoped to get lucky that night with her either in the backseat of their car or by going home with her.
Fortunately for me Dee hadn’t recovered from her recent acrimonious divorce which had only just become final. So she really wasn’t interested in dating or sleeping around with anyone. But because she saw me simply as her best friends son who only wanted to have a good time. She felt safe in spending the evening teaching me how to dance, pleased that I was more than willing as well as able to keep up with her.
Of course the greatest thrills of the evening came each time the music slowed down and Dee stepped into my arms. God it was hard not to show just how horny she made me each time we slow danced. Nor could I stop the hard on I got each time Dee pressed her ripe body against mine.
Totally aware of Dee’ breasts pressing against my chest as well as the palm of my hand on her waist. The scent of her flowery perfume filled my nostrils while fully arousing my manhood which brushed against her thigh from time to time. Though she never seemed to notice I’m convinced that Dee had to know the effect the closeness her body had on mine.
As hard as it was not to having been raised to be a gentleman by my mother. Not once did I ever come on to Dee or flirt with her unless I was responding to something she said. Afraid to make a clumsy or wrong move I was careful not to be too protective of Dee allowing her to deal with the barflies who bothered her.
Making it clear that I didn’t mind if she wanted to dance with someone else. Not once though did Dee accept any of the many offers to dance with any of the other men trolling the waters of the dance floor. So I had Dee all to myself much to the consternation of those who wanted to dance with her. The only exception being whenever my mother came up and asked me to dance with her which wasn’t very often.
It wasn’t until time to go as the dance club was closing that I actually began to suspect that something unusual was going on. When my mother, accompanied by the dance partner she’d spent most of the evening with, asked Dee if she’d take me back to her apartment.
Hinting that she probably wouldn’t come home until sometime after lunch the following day. Which didn’t surprise me in the least since I was well aware of my mothers sexuality. Plus I have to admit that she was a hot little number in the skin tight and low cut black evening dress she was wearing. Reminding me that it wasn’t only me who trolled the dance clubs and bars with the sun went down on Friday night.
Forty-five minutes later as I was about to say something to Dee about not having the key to my mothers front door. My heart soared and my already over active imagination suddenly went into hyper drive. Requiring a massive dose of will power to bring it back down to reality and under control. When I suddenly realized that we weren’t headed in the direction of where my mother lived.
Nor did I recognize the apartment complex when Dee lived when she pulled up into the parking space in front of her apartment. Like always I hopped out of the car in order to open Dee’ door for her helping her out then quietly escorted the lovely goddess to her front door. Keeping my expectations within reasonable limits since I figured at the moment that silence was the better part of valor.
Like my mother Dee lived in a small one bedroom apartment which contained a tiny dining area off the kitchen. As well as a small livingroom and one bathroom located across from Dee’ bedroom. Furnished as lavishly as my mothers best friend could afford on her salary as a secretary.
As soon as we walked through the front door I immediately parked my butt on the couch in the livingroom. Waiting patiently while Dee disappeared into the privacy of her bedroom. Knowing better than to follow her around like a lost puppy dog it was much safer to just assume I’d be sleeping on the couch.
Once Dee walked out of her bedroom and into her bathroom closing the door behind her while I still waited on her couch. Knowing that my mother wouldn’t arrive to take me to her apartment until sometime the next day. All I could do was wait until Dee brought me the pillow and blanket that I would need to make myself comfortable.
About fifteen minutes after Dee reentered her bedroom I heard her call out my name requesting my presence. Hopping off the couch my heart beating rapidly against my rib cage in anticipation of what awaited me in the privacy of Dee’ lair.
I was after all well aware that my mothers best friend was an experienced woman who was well versed in the ways of men. While I was a mere slip of a boy compared to her as far as women like her were concerned. Whom Dee would have no trouble eating alive if she chose to do so as if I were a tadpole swimming in her pond.
Pausing for a moment with my hand on the doorknob of Dee’ bedroom door. I summoned up all the courage that I could muster before walking inside to face the lioness within the sanctuary of her den. Especially since the door had been left slightly ajar and the wasn’t any visible light leaking around the open edge.
With my heart thudding in my chest as I pushed the Dee’s bedroom open. The light of several flickering candles greeted me as I walked into the room. While the sweet scent of cinnamon incense tickled my nose as it filled the air from where it sat burning inside a metal incense burner.
Dee was sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed dressed in a blue silk robe. The hem of which barely reached midway down her luscious and well toned thighs.“Don’t be shy, come and sit next to me.” my mothers best friend requested while patting the top of the bed next to where she sat.
Slowly and with measured steps, so that I wouldn’t appear too anxious, I walked over to where Dee sat. After settling down next to Dee on top of her bed I carefully placed the sweaty palms of my hands onto my knees and waited.
Turning my head a moment later towards Dee in order to look into the depths of her dark eyes. Even as she reached up to play with a lock of my hair with her fingers while I waited for her to make the first move. As young and inexperienced as I was back then I instinctively knew better than to force myself on her. Especially since the potential consequences would devastate not just myself but my grandparents as well.
Dee sighed slightly exasperated at my boyish hesitation and shyness. Then leaned over and planted a kiss right on my lips, her tongue flicking out to tease my mouth. Soon both of our tongues were chasing each other in and out of our mouths as my arm slowly slid around her waist.
As we sat there making out on the edge of her bed Dee reached over and began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. As I lay the palm of my free hand on her silky smooth thigh sliding it between her legs and up the hem of her rode.
Being with Dee was the first time that I’d ever been intimate with a woman. And the hard on she provoked in my manhood nestled in the confines of my pants. Was the hardest boner that I’d ever experienced as it swell up with desire so hard I thought it would bust my zipper.
After unbuttoning my shirt Dee laid her hand on my throbbing lance for a few moments. The soft caress of the palm of her hand sending such a jolt through me that nearly caused me to jump out of my skin. Starting at the base of my shaft Dee gently squeezed with her fingers working her way upwards. Until she nearly made me cum right then and there when she firmly squeezed the tip of my penis.
Having given me a taste of the pleasure in store for me Dee then helped me take off my shirt. Discarding it onto the floor out of the way after which she then slid down onto the floor on her knees before me. The first time a woman had ever kneeled in submission before me. Nor would it be the last as I’d relive this moment as often as possible in the future.
Unfastening my pants Dee then slid them along with my boxer shorts over my hips and off my butt. As I willingly cooperated with her by pushing down onto the bed with my hands raising up slightly. Then kicked off my shoes as she pulled my pants and underwear down my legs removing them along with my socks.
Holding my shaft steady with one hand Dee then began to lick my throbbing penis with her tongue as if it were a lollipop. The gentle pressure of her lips when she took my little head into her mouth. Caused me to shiver even as a low moan escaped from between my lips. As Dee nearly drove me over the edge of the orgasmic cliff her mouth was pushing me towards.
Like an expert torturer who knows just how far to push their victim. Knowing exactly when to back off before killing them or rendering them unconscious. Dee stopped sucking releasing my manhood from the warmth of her mouth.
Climbing back to her feet to stand once more before me the light from the candles illuminating Dee clearly. My mothers best friend then untied the belt holding her robe together. Pulling the flaps apart as she shrugged it off her shoulders while her fingers released the rustling fabric. As it fell onto the floor in a silky puddle around her ankles leaving Dee standing naked before me.
Except for the glimpses I’d managed to sneak of the girlie magazines. I hadn’t seen a woman naked since the day I accidently walked in on my mother when I was five years old. Captivated by the natural feminine beauty the goddess had blessed her with I could help but stare at her. Until she turned around and saw me then chased me out of the bedroom she shared with my father.
Just as the unexpected sight of my mother had captivated me so many years ago. The loveliness of Dee’ natural beauty took my breath away. As my eyes lingered on her ripe breasts and nipples as well as the triangular patch of hair between her thighs.
Then after allowing me a few moments to admire her natural beauty. Before I could stop gawking at her like a little boy with his mouth open. Dee walked over to me, placed both of her hands on my shoulders and pushed me backwards onto my back.
Forcing me to scoot up onto her bed even as she climbed on top of the bed. Until Dee was hunched over me on all fours as she straddled my body. Her knees resting on top of her bed besides my hips while she placed her hands beside my head. While the orbs of her luscious breasts dangled down towards my face like the teats of a jersey cow about to be milked.
Reaching upwards for the first time I cupped Dee’ luscious orbs in my hands. My fingers curling lightly about them while my thumbs teased her nipples causing them to harden instantly. Then Dee leaned down towards me as I lifted my head upwards while pulling her nipples down to my lips.
A low moan escaped from between Dee’ lips as I ravished her breasts with my lips for quite some time. Teasing them with my tongue and nibbling her soft flesh with my teeth whenever I buried my face in the luscious valley of her cleavage.
Taking my time since we had the rest of the night and most of the following day to spend in each others arms. The last thing I wanted to do was rush where angels fear to tread. Bringing a premature end to the pleasure of each others bodies Dee and I were enjoying.
At last Dee reached down between my legs her fingers tenderly curling around my lance. Steadying it so that my little head pointed straight up like a soldier standing at attention. Then sat back up, pulling her nipples away from my lips, while leaning over just enough so that my fingers had no trouble reaching her breasts.
Raising her body up slightly Dee then positioned the flower of her womanhood over the lance of my manhood. Her body hovering like a humming bird as she rubbed the tip of my throbbing shaft. Against the moist oval of her wetness for a few moments before slowly inserting it into the depths of her wetness.
At last Dee slowly impaled herself on my manhood the soft warm caress of the inside of her body. Inspired the release of another moan from deep inside my lungs that I was not only unable but unwilling to suppress. While playing with the ripe orbs of Dee’ breasts even as my hips rose off the bed. In order to push my manhood into the flower of her womanhood all the way in to the hilt as I met her halfway.
Leaning against my hands for support Dee moaned as my fingers squeezed and massaged her luscious orbs. While clenching the muscles of her vagina tightly around my shaft, she slowly rose and fell as she slid up and down the pole of my manhood. Our grunts and cries mingling together echoing off of Dee’ bedroom walls as we bounced up and down on her bed.
For as long as possible I held back valiantly resisting the urge to cut lose. Until at last in an orgasmic rush so intense that it took my breath away my manhood exploded inside Dee’ body. Again and again my little head pulsed causing my hips to buck up and down in a frenzy.
At last it was over and the echos of the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced finely began to fade into memory. Climbing off of my body Dee lay down beside me snuggling into my arms as I wrapped them around her.
For quite some time we lay there making out our fingers exploring each others secret places. Inserting two of my fingers inside of my mothers best friends slit she began to sigh and moan as I briskly rubbed the nub of her clitoris.
Just before her loins began to spasm Dee reached down between my legs. The touch of her fingertips causing the lance of my manhood to spring back to life ready for action. This time I mounted Dee settling down between her thighs as she wrapped her arms and legs about my body. Resting her heels upon my buttocks in order to spur me on like a cowboy spurs his horse to run as fast as the wind.
Crying out when she felt herself spread open Dee smothered my face with kisses leaving a hickie on my neck. As my shaft easily slipped inside Dee’ love canal her body eagerly engulfing the entire length of my manhood.
Spurring me on with her heels the tempo of our lovemaking increased. My hips rising and falling like the pistons in the engine of a high performance race car as Dee rose off the bed meeting me halfway.
Once again her bedroom walls echoed with our grunts, sighs and cries. As I nailed my mothers best friend driving her into an orgasmic frenzy. Refusing to stop even after my manhood exploded until Dee’ eyes rolled up into the back of her head.
Even then I lay on top of Dee for quite some time with my lance buried inside her still quivering body. My fingers and lips ravishing her breasts teasing and sucking her nipples. Exploring the luscious valley of her cleavage until the echos of the intense multiple orgasm I’d given Dee slowly faded away.
At last we slipped beneath the covers to fall asleep in each others arms. Spending the rest of the night and most of the morning recuperating by sleeping off our sexual intoxication.
Rising at last with enough time to take a shower together before my mothers expected arrival. Once again Dee allowed me to put my hands all over her body as we soaped each other down laughing and giggling like two silly kids.
Well aware of what had taken place since she was the one who’d arranged my passage into manhood. My mother wisely kept her comments to herself as we spent the rest of the weekend together. My thoughts constantly returning to Dee and the night we spent banging each other.
Nor did she object whenever I spent time alone with her best friend. While she was working or other wise engaged during my frequent visits to her apartment. My sexual relationship with Dee soon fading towards the middle of the summer when I started working and wasn’t able to visit as often.
Still the time I spent making love to Dee was enough for her to teach me everything I needed to know in pleasing a woman. My confidence growing so that never again did I have any problems with girls of my own age that I couldn’t handle.
Suddenly I was back in the foyer of the church where my Grandmothers funeral was being held as Dee pulled away. Smiling to myself as I watched Dee’s hip sway back and forth as she sashayed across the room and disappeared.
The memory of the times Dee and I spent in each others arms. Warming my heart as I mourned the passing of my Grandmother throughout the rest of the day.
