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Author: alwayswantedto
Title: F2: My Old Babysitter
Tags: F2: My Old Babysitter, alwayswantedto, fawc, mystery basket, milf, younger-older, love, oral, doggy, seduction

Summary: MILF helps guy care for ailing father.

FAWC 2: My Old Babysitter

(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing
Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed
on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in
this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredients."
There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)


(The mystery ingredients for this story were: Envy, Music/Rhyme, Fascination/Fetish,
Sport).



* * * *

Josh Randall flopped down on the dusty couch, exhausted. He loved his father but Jesus
H. Christ, what a pain in the ass!

The nurses in the home said he was too sick to get out of bed but neglected to warn
him how much attention he demanded. He banged on the wall with anything handy and
when Josh removed everything from easy reach he it with his arm. To stop the bruising
Josh moved the bed away from the wall and checked on him constantly. However, whenever
he was absent his father rattled the railings of the hospital style bed or rocked
the footboard with his feet until he achieved an annoying rhythm. Relief only came
when his father slept.

Shit! He forgot to get a beer. Josh dragged himself up and stumbled into the kitchen.
He got a beer from the fridge, opened it, and wandered over to look out the back window,
tossing the cap into the sink on the way. He took a long pull and gazed out the window,
his mind blank.

Overgrown grass, a garden full of weeds, and a hedge grown wild and unkempt met his
eyes, an unmitigated disaster to match the house which had been left to decay since
his father went into the nursing home. After his father's money ran out Josh paid
the fees and considered it payback for college though he would have done it anyway.
In the midst of investigating complications the doctors discovered the brain tumor
that would kill his father within weeks. Josh took a leave of absence and, thankful
he hadn't sold the house, returned to honor his father's wish to die at home.

Josh sighed. Compared to the new neighbors on the right the yard was a disaster. His
gaze traversed to the other side, over a decrepit fence and into Mrs. Thompson's back
yard. She lived there almost until the end six months ago but even in ill health the
kept the yard and house in better condition than his father's tumbledown abode.

Josh wondered what happened to her daughter, his former babysitter. Julie left for
college when he was six which would make her about thirty-seven now. Tall with long,
curly dark brown hair, Josh remembered her better than he did his own mother who left
when he was five. In contrast to his dour mother, Julie laughed a lot and teased him
mercilessly. Those days were the happiest in his memory.

Josh smiled, relishing the warmth that always accompanied thoughts of Julie. He remembered
the day she teased him about marrying her when he grew up.

"It's true," she said, laughing. "You and I are going to be married and we'll live
right here in this house."

"I'm not marrying any stupid girl," Josh retorted. "And my Dad isn't going anywhere
without me!"

Julie laughed uproariously. "Oh yes you are." Then her face darkened and she said,
"I saw it in a dream."

"Am not!"

Josh attacked her, landing two blows with his small fists before she could defend
herself.

"Are too." Julie laughed and fell back, fending off further blows.

Creak, creak, creak.

Shit. He's found the footboard again. Josh tipped his beer and drained it. He put
the bottle beside the sink and turned to go upstairs.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he yelled.

* * * *

Three weeks later Josh woke with a start having fallen asleep again on the couch.
He stood up and scratched his balls while he surveyed the empty bags of chips, half-eaten
pizza, and cluster of empty beer bottles strewn around the couch, floor, end and coffee
table. What a mess!

He was a mess! He listened for sounds from upstairs but heard nothing, stretched,
and scratched himself again. Hungry, he looked at the remains of the pizza, shook
his head, and started for the kitchen. Cereal would be better. After a quick breakfast
he'd check on Dad and get out to buy some real food even if he had to leave him alone
for an hour.

He was interrupted by a knock on the door. He nodded. So that's what woke him up.
Had he ordered a pizza for the morning? Before opening the door he pulled his t-shirt
down to half-cover his shorts. A green-eyed vision from the past was smiling at him.


"Hello. Did I wake you?"

"Huh? Oh no, I was in the kitchen, getting…Julie? Julie Thompson?"

"Yes, well it's Belker now. You remember me? You were so little."

"Yeah, yeah. It's been a long time."

"Yeah, you were just a kid but I'd recognize that impish face anywhere."

She laughed and its tinkle wrapped itself around Josh like a warm comforter.

I didn't expect you to be still living here. Mom said you left years ago and your
father was in a home."

"Yeah, that's true but…"

"How is he?"

"Dad? He's, well, he's not doing too well. He's had Alzheimer's for a few years."


"Yes, I was sorry to hear about that."

Sadness gripped Julie's face. Josh felt like he was intruding on a private moment
and looked away.

Julie changed the subject. "I'm so happy to see you. I was just going to ask the new
neighbor where your father was so I could visit him. I thought you'd sold the house."


"Nope, it's still here and run down. Us too."

"I'm glad."

Julie eyed him steadily, expectantly.

"Would you like to come in?" Josh blurted.

Julie shrugged. "Okay."

Josh stepped aside and she entered. As soon as he closed the door he kicked himself
for inviting her in to see the mess in the living room and the disaster in the kitchen
with sink and counters full of dishes and discarded pizza cartons.

"Still a man's house, I see."

"Uh, yeah. I was about to clean up."

"Hmmm. I came over to ask where Chuck, I mean your father, is but I could come back
later. I'm staying at the Days Inn until I get the house cleaned up."

"You're moving back?" Josh asked, hopefully.

"No, selling."

"Of course. I'm sorry to hear about your mother."

"Thanks."

An awkward silence ensued.

"Your father?"

"Oh yeah. Actually, he's upstairs."

"Upstairs?"

"Long story but the short of it is he's spending his last days at home."

"Oh. So you came back to be with your Dad?"

"Yeah."

"That's tough."

Julie surprised him by stepping close. She raised her face and stretched up to kiss
him on the left cheek, her palm cupping the other one. She stepped back, smiled and
blushed, and said, "Like father, like son. You haven't shaved."

Josh nodded. "That's what everyone always says."

"Not a bad thing."

"No," Josh agreed. "Not a bad thing."

"Can I see him?"

"Are you sure? "He's quite sick. I can't get him to eat properly, and…"

"I'm a nurse, Josh."

"Oh. Well then, he's upstairs."

Josh stepped aside and swept his arm toward the stairs, realizing how beautiful woman
she had become as he followed her up. She wasn't as tall as he remembered, maybe five-five
or five-six. Of course, to a six year old that was tall. He remembered the luxurious,
chocolate brown that cascaded in waves over her shoulders. The black top and stretchy
slacks she wore advertised a lithe figure any thirty year old woman would be proud
to possess, let alone one encroaching on…How old was she? Josh was twenty-five now
and six when she left for college at—What? Eighteen? Josh whistled to himself. Thirty-seven,
and she looked like that?

He tried to pass her at the top of the stairs to show the way to Dad's room but she
strode straight toward it without hesitation and entered. She walked to the bed and
waited for his father to see her.

"Hi Chuck. How are you?"

He peered at her, looked at Josh and then back, his eyes focusing on her body, especially
her breasts.

"Dad, this is Julie. Remember? From next door," Josh explained, hoping to suppress
the expression of lust on his father's face but knew it was futile. He barely recognized
him let alone someone he'd not seen in almost two decades.

"It's okay. I've worked with lots of patients. How are you today, Mr. Randall? Is
there anything we can get for you?"

Julie leaned over to fluff up the pillows and straightened the blanket over his father.
His eyes followed her breasts all the way in and his head wobbled from side to side
as she fixed the bed. When she drew back he looked at Josh and chuckled.

"Where'd you find this one, Ben? She's got nice tits."

Josh blanched. His father often confused him with his uncle. "Dad!"

Julie laughed. "I bet you'd like to see them but not today and not unless you eat
all your supper."

An eagerness filled his father's eyes. "Well, where is it?" he barked.

"I'll bring it up later."

Julie's spoke in a cheery voice as she straightened the covers near the end of the
bed and folded them under the mattress before returning to position the patient for
maximum comfort and breathing ability in the pillows. She worked efficiently but with
care and, when finished, walked directly to the door with a pair of eyes close behind.
Josh gave his father a dirty look and started to chide him but rushed to follow the
'nurse' instead. In the hallway, he started to apologize for his father's behavior
but she turned at the top of the stairs, her tears revealing the caring woman beneath
the professional facade.

"Oh, Josh. It's so terrible to see him like that."

Julie put her hands to her face and sobbed. Josh rushed forward and took her in his
arms, berating himself for agreeing with his father when she pressed herself against
him. It was strange to comfort her but even with the role-reversal he felt warm and
safe the way he always had when she chased away his loneliness with a simple hug.
In a flash, he realized he loved this woman from his past.

* * * *

Over coffee downstairs, Julie asked him how long he'd been looking after his father.


"Oh, three or four months. Maybe longer," Josh replied, unsure of the correct answer.


"You look exhausted."

"Yeah, I guess I'm a little tired. It's constant. There's no let-up."

"I'm surprised they let you take him home."

"Well, he's better than when they let him out, if you can believe it."

"I'm sure. They probably thought he didn't have long to live."

Josh laughed. "He perked up as soon as we got home. Thankfully…it's awful to say this
but it's true…he can't get out of bed or I'd never get any sleep."

"It's not awful."

Julie stretched both hands across the table and put them over his left as he lifted
his cup with the right.

"I suspect that's why they let you take him," she said.

Josh nodded and put the cup to his lips.

"I'd like to help."

Josh pulled the cup away. "Excuse me?"

"I can help you look after your father," Julie repeated in response to Josh's incredulous
expression. "I'd like to be part of it."

The pressure of her hands on his increased. Josh didn't know what to say.

"It will be better for him if there are two of us and you wouldn't be so tired. You
can't carry on like this for much longer."

Josh shook his head but in agreement, not denial. She was right. He was nearing the
end of his stick but why would she make such a generous offer? As if sensing his confusion,
she went on.

"It's not completely altruistic. It's going to take time for me to get the house ready
to sell. It would be easier for me, and cheaper, if I could stay here."

Josh looked at her blankly. This gorgeous woman was offering to help him with his
ailing father and wanted to stay here?

"I don't know what to say. It's such a generous…"

"Just say yes."

Josh hesitated. "Yes."

She shook his hand, then retrieved hers and sat back, smiling. "Well, I'll get my
bags from the motel and put them in the spare room. It still has a bed, doesn't it?"


"Uh, yeah. It's probably dusty, but…"

"I'll put the sheets and blankets in the wash. I'll probably have to put the whole
linen closet in the wash." She laughed. "When did you last do the laundry?"

Josh made the universal, shrugging expression and Julie laughed again, a sound that
Josh now remembered he loved.

"It'll be like old times," she said.

* * * *

A week went by in which Julie spent most of her time cleaning her house or looking
after Josh's father, or Chuck, as they now both called him. The patient had improved
tremendously, and so had Josh. No longer tired, he looked forward to breakfast, lunch,
dinner and especially the evenings now that Chuck was sleeping better.

"I can't believe how much better you've made him," Josh said.

"It's an illusion," she answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "He's actually getting
sicker every day."

Josh didn't believe it. His father lived for his time with Julie and stopped thumping
the wall and creaking the bed because she wouldn't stay with him if he did. Josh had
threatened the same thing and it only made it worse but Julie gave him a bell to ring,
to only use only in an emergency, and he hadn't rang it once.

In the middle of the second week Josh crept upstairs to listen because he was curious
about how Julie had achieved such a profound change in his father's behavior. As he
approached the door, he heard her singing softly.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping,

I dreamed I held you in my arms,

but when I woke dear, I was mistaken,

and I hung my head and cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know dear, how much I love you,

please don't take my sunshine away.

His chest constricted. It was the sone she sang when putting him to bed so many years
ago. Cautiously, he moved closer and peeked inside the room. Julie was sitting with
one leg bent on the side of the bed and the other stretched out to the floor. Her
left hand gently soothed his father's forehead and her right hand was out of sight
beside her hip out of sight, perhaps holding a spoonful of food and awaiting an opportune
moment to slip it into his mouth.

It was a beautiful, tender picture but something else made it truly amazing. Julie's
shirt was loose at her sides and was clearly unbuttoned. The cotton flapped as his
father's skinny elbows moved around in front of her. She was letting him fondle her
tits!

I'll always love you and make you happy

if you will only say the same

but if you leave me to love another

you'll regret it all some day

The expression on Chuck's face was ecstatic and remained so as he turned to look at
Josh whose head was now protruding significantly from the door jamb. Afraid of being
discovered, Josh yanked his head back and stepped away. The floor creaked.

"Is that you, Josh?" Julie called.

Josh sucked his breath in hard and held it, staying absolutely still.

"Come in. It's okay."

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know dear, how much I love you,

please don't take my sunshine away.

Josh stuck his head around the door as Julie finished singing the chorus. With her
head turned sideways, she saw him out of the corner of her eye and extended the invitation
again.

"Come in. Don't be shy."

Tentatively, Josh stepped into full view and Julie turned back to face his father
who remained engrossed with her chest. Josh walked slowly into the room until he was
beside Julie but slightly behind. She smiled at him.

"Now you know the secret of my ways." She laughed and continued, "Something you can't
copy."

Josh shook his head in agreement and Julie turned her attention back to his father.


"Last verse," she said.

You told me once dear you really loved me

that no one else could come between

but now you've left me and love another

you have shattered all my dreams.

Chuck worked desperately on her chest, obviously cognizant that fun-time was almost
over. When Julie's voice died away, he looked crushed but she immediately swung into
the chorus.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know dear, how much I love you,

please don't take my sunshine away.

As she sang with extra gusto, Chuck's hands became less busy which confused Josh until
he noticed Julie's forearm moving on the other side of her body. He stepped closer
and leaned over for a better look. The blankets had been pulled aside and Julie's
right hand was massaging his father's cock! It was slick with lubricant and very hard,
the shaft glistening in the light as her hand moved, revealing and then covering it
up, squeezing, twisting and tugging upward with an added rub of the thumb along the
underside up to the glans.

The odd movement of her hand drew his attention to something else, something that
shocked him. His father's cock was endowed with the same disfigurement as his own,
a deformity that had been an enormous source of embarrassment in the showers during
high school. The only difference was it bent sharply about thirty degrees two thirds
of the way up, whereas his turned closer to the root. Julie's strokes were delivered
in two parts and her hand slowed as it negotiated the bend in each direction.

Chuck dropped his head into the pillows and stopped ogling Julie's tits. His eyes
closed and as his hands fell away his back arched. He was coming. Fascinated, Josh's
attention returned to the misshapen cock, so much like his own, in time to see a gob
of creamy spunk spurt onto the washcloth which had appeared in Julie's left hand.
Weird sounds burst from Chuck's lips. It sounded like he was being strangled.

"There, there. That's it. Come on, now. All of it."

She could have been cajoling him to eat everything on his plate.

"Alright, then. Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed."

The washcloth was folded and set aside. Another appeared in Julie's hand, a wet one.


"There, doesn't that feel good? All nice and warm?"

A third was used for drying and added to the heap when the task was done. Chuck opened
his eyes to watch Julie button her shirt and Josh was surprised to realize that he
had also moved to her front to watch but only in time to catch the barest glimpse
of her jiggling breasts before they were covered. He wished he hadn't been so shy
and regretted hanging back out of her direct line of sight.

Julie replaced the covers and folded Chuck's hands across his chest, then gently closed
his eyes. She picked up the soiled wash cloths and walked slowly to the door, singing,
and nodding her head for Josh to precede her out the door.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know dear, how much I love you,

please don't take my sunshine away.

Josh felt awkward and wished there was somewhere else to go other than following Julie
down the stairs. Still, he waited while she stepped into the bathroom to dump the
washcloths in the hamper and wash her hands. She smiled when she exited and continued
downstairs.

In the kitchen, she said, "I could do with a coffee."

* * * *

They didn't talk about what happened, then or at dinner. It was like an elephant in
the room but neither spoke about it. Instead, they chit-chatted about the state of
her mother's house and how close it was to being ready for sale. Not quite yet, it
seemed. Josh didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

After dinner, while sitting in the living room watching the Sports news, Julie mentioned
that Chuck still maintained his fascination with football and baseball.

"He hasn't forgotten the names of the teams," she said.

"Not really," Josh said.

"Oh no, he can rattle off scores from old games as if he'd just seen them yesterday.
It didn't sound like he was making them up. He said them too quick."

"Yeah, but he's got the Mariner's playing the Bears and the White Sox playing the
Seahawks, or the Red Sox playing the Steelers."

"That's good, isn't it, that he still remembers the teams?"

"I guess, but the Mariners are a baseball team and the Bears play football."

"Oh."

Josh continued, "The White Sox play baseball and the Seahawks are Seattle's football
team."

"I see."

"And the Steeler's are…"

"I get it," Julie snapped.

Josh stopped. He felt like an ass pointing out his father's failure.

"I know he's not well but we can make him comfortable and happy while he's still here."


"I noticed," Josh blurted, instantly regretting it.

Julie stiffened and took a deep breath before replying. "I know my methods are unconventional.
God knows, it's not something I would do at work, but Chuck is special. Does it bother
you?"

Josh answered honestly because he had never been able to get away with lying to her.
"A little, I guess."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. It's just that, well, it reminded me of when I was little and you used to sing
that song to me at bed time. It made me feel warm and safe and…loved."

Julie laughed. "Yes, but I never…"

"I know," Josh cut her off. "I know," he repeated. "It's just that…"

"What?"

"I felt…jealous."

"Oh."

"Not that, I mean, I'm not trying to hint…"

"No, of course not. I'm a mother, almost forty, and you're…"

"It's not that. I mean, you're beautiful, but you're, I mean, I know you're married
and I would never, uh, you know—want you to feel uncomfortable," he finished up, lamely.


Julie laughed softly. "I'm not uncomfortable and I'm glad you came upstairs and that
you came into the room."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I want you to be there because sometimes he gets carried away and squeezes too
hard. He's still quite strong and it's hard to get him to let go."

"Yeah, I guess. So, you want me to…?"

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind."

That night, Josh dreamed about Julie's breasts, about being senile and fondling her
tits as much as he wanted, as long as she was singing. In the morning, he woke up
with a tune in his head.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you'll never know dear, how much I love you,

please don't take my sunshine away.

* * * *

For the next week, Josh accompanied Julie for every feeding. What he thought was a
goodnight ritual turned out to be common practise for each meal. While eating, Chuck
regaled her with his sports knowledge by recalling past baseball and football triumphs
as if they were his own.

"Who won Superbowl X?" he asked, a sly, mischievous grin on his face.

Julie shook her head. Josh cast his mind back but couldn't remember. When was Superbowl
X? In the eighties?

"In 76 Pittsburgh won for the second time in a row over the Texas Cowboys," his father
announced triumphantly.

Josh didn't know if the year was right or whether it really was a consecutive win
but he knew the Steelers had done it. Maybe his father had the details right but he
was way off on the obvious, like the fact that it was the Dallas Cowboys, not Texas.


"Know who the MVP was?" The grin widened.

Julie shook her head but smiled and said, huskily, "No Chuck. Tell me."

"Johnny Bench."

Josh winced. Bench played for the Cincinnati Reds and was one of the best hitters
ever. His father compounded the mistake with an amazingly accurate statistic that
should have exposed his twin error of wrong sport and city, even to himself.

Gloating, he added, "He hit a point five three three average for the series."

Josh grimaced. Referring to a 'series' should have twigged the mismatch with a football
game.

"Really? That's wonderful, Chuck."

"Yup, that same year the Cincinnati Steelers beat the Yankees twenty-one to seventeen
to win the World Series," he crowed.

"Wow!" Julie exclaimed, matching his enthusiasm.

Josh rolled his eyes, then tried to capture Julie's attention to express his sadness
for his father's obvious memory failures but she her attention was focused on him.


"Swann was the MVP," he announced, reaching for the buttons on Julie's blouse but
she deftly turned his hands aside and pushed a spoonful of food into his mouth.

After his father had finished eating all that Julie expected of him, she unbuttoned
her blouse and let him play with her breasts while she sang. During the first chorus,
she pulled on his semi-hard, bent cock, greasing it with the jelly she had placed
in the palm of her hand. Chuck didn't come much at lunch or dinner but the breakfast
and evening loads were more substantial.

Josh was as fascinated with his father's cock and the way she handled it as he was
with her tits. She had nice, medium-sized ones that were shaped nicely with the right
sized nipples. They didn't sag as much as he expected for a woman her age and the
bit they did somehow made them sexier.

But, as nice as they were, his attention was drawn elsewhere. He couldn't get over
how much his cock was like his Dad's. He also couldn't get over how much attention
Julie showered on it. While his father ogled her tits she stroked his forehead and
stared at his cock, as fascinated with his bent dick as he was with her tits. In fact,
they made a perfect pair with Josh's fixation on comparing his and his father's pricks
making him a candidate to join the club.

A perfect pair. The thought struck Josh like lightning. He cast his mind back, searching
for memories, but came up short. There were dim memories of his mother and father
arguing but he couldn't remember what they were fighting about. He did recall his
mother taking a sudden dislike toward Julie before she left which was surprising because
she liked Julie. She asked Josh if Julie came over when she wasn't home. Had his mother
left because his father and Julie were having an affair?

Josh couldn't tell whether Julie already knew about his father's weird dick or had
discovered it in the past two weeks. Certainly, she was well practiced in getting
and keeping him hard for a long time and that got Josh off too. His erection started
when he followed her up the stairs, his face right behind her ass which was in constant,
enticing motion under the black leotards, leaving just enough mystery for his imagination.
It tingled when she teased his father with a throaty voice while feeding, prodding
him with questions about baseball and football. Of course, his father mixed up the
teams, getting the cities and sports wrong, but it didn't matter. Julie's voice got
huskier as the meal neared the end and his father started getting hard.

His own cock stiffened when his father started playing with Julie's tits but rocketed
into full, brittle, snappable status when her hand rubbed gel on his father's bent
dick. From that moment until his father came, Josh was racked with jealousy. He had
to leave the room early several times but more than once his cock exploded in his
pants before he could leave, dripping and spurting down his leg because Josh's cock
truly was almost a mirror image of his father's. Whereas his father's cock bent upward
near the tip, Josh's bent in the opposite direction.

Bending downward had always been a problem. He had frequently hurt himself while jacking
off, his hand tending to curve in an upward arc. Later, his romantic partners sometimes
pointed out that bending downward made insertion difficult. One ditz had even asked
him if he could bend the other way. Quite often, Josh was left hanging because copulation
became too uncomfortable for his partner. He was built perfectly for blow jobs but
found few girls willing to take it down the throat or even put it in their mouth after
seeing it. One girl complained that it, "just looks too weird" and another couldn't
stop laughing even after Josh stuffed it back in his pants.

So Josh became super jealous of guys with normal cocks even though his was a healthy
size. And now, his tall, gangly, former babysitter had turned into a super MILF and
showed up on his doorstep only to start jacking off his ailing father in front of
him. He knew she was doing it to ease his pain, to give him some pleasure before leaving
this world, so there was no way Josh could take his place, especially with his grotesque,
hook-nosed cock.

* * * *

Despite the benefits and improved nutrition Chuck's health continued to deteriorate,
as Julie said it would. One night, after a particularly long description of a bygone
season's best games, egged on by frequent cooing and husky questions from Julie, she
turned her green eyes on Josh. She had just grabbed his father's cock and slid her
hand up and down three times, the flat of her thumb caressing the underside of the
head. Josh's own palm was covering the lump in his jeans.

"Would you be a dear and run a tub of hot water for me?" she asked.

"Uh, sure. For Dad?"

"No. Please fill it right up to the brim."

Josh rose with some difficulty and limped out of the room, part of him wondering why
he tried to hide his condition. She must know the effect she had on him. He always
imagined it was his cock being stroked and massaged by her silky hand, that is was
his hands mauling her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. He knew he could
do a better job than his father. He didn't even suck them or try to kiss her. Julie
was beautiful and, though his father was very sick, he knew she would let him if he
tried. She was that kind and compassionate.

He was also sure, however, that she wouldn't extend the offer to Josh. Outside of
his father's room, there was no flirting, no indication whatsoever that an amorous
approach would be welcome. Julie spent most of her time between meals at her mother's
house. It was ready to sell now and she was interviewing realtors. At night, they
watched TV until it was time for his father's goodnight snack and playtime, and after
that Julie went straight to bed. Josh was beside himself with desire but couldn't
bring himself to come on to her without at least the semblance of an invitation. He
had too much respect and love for her. And, after all, she was married, with kids.


Josh sat on the edge of the old-fashioned tub watching the water slowly approach the
brim. Julie came in, threw several wash cloths into the hamper, and started washing
her hands. She looked over her shoulder at the tub which was almost full, the water
swirling about four inches from the brim.

"That's good enough. Thanks Josh."

Josh shut the taps off and looked at Julie's behind, shaking as she scrubbed her hands.
She never wore plastic gloves. She always gave his father a proper handjob which wouldn't
be the same without the soft skin of her palm. Or, at least that's why Josh thought
she didn't wear gloves. He didn't actually know what her hand would feel like on his
cock but wished he did. He got up, reluctantly, and turned to go.

"I hope it's not too hot."

"Well, get in and then you'll know."

Josh turned back to face her. Julie was drying her hands.

"What?"

"The bath's for you. Get in."

"I, uh, I, er…prefer showers."

"I know, but you're exhausted. You've gotten better in the last few weeks but you're
still stretched out. You need to relax. Get in."

"I don't, I can't, I mean…"

Julie smiled.

"I'll turn around while you get undressed but I want you to get in so I can wash your
back. It will feel good."

Josh balked. She was asking him to undress in front of her and he was hesitating—why?
Because he was afraid to see the look on her face when she saw his deformed cock.


With a mixture of relief and missed opportunity Josh watched Julie walk out of the
bathroom. From out of sight in the hallway she called out.

"I'll be back in three. You better be in the tub."

Josh pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, looked into the hallway,
then picked it up and put it in the hamper. He pulled his knees up one at a time and
yanked his socks off, then undid his belt and started to push his pants down before
looking at the open door and stopping. He hobbled over and pushed it almost closed,
then doffed his pants and shorts and put them in the hamper. He started to get in
the tub but pulled his foot back and ran over to the cupboard full of towels, facecloths,
and assorted stuff that wouldn't fit in the cabinet behind the mirror. He found what
he was looking for: an old container of his mother's bubble bath. He doubted it would
still work but dumped it all into the water anyway, with little effect.

He stepped into the tub left foot first and almost yelled. It was way too hot! Gingerly,
he inched his right foot into the water and then slowly bent his knees. When he heard
Julie coming up the stairs, he gritted his teeth and quickened the pace, settling
to the bottom of the tub as her steps approached the bathroom.

Looking down, he saw that his cock was plainly visible through the clear water and
was hard enough to show the deformed bend, now exaggerated by liquid refraction. Frantically,
he stirred the water but bubbles stubbornly refused to appear. In a last ditch effort,
Josh twisted both taps to force a torrent of water out the faucet and compounded the
effect with a violent stirring of hands.

"The point is to relax."

Julie laughed as she walked past the tub with an armful of towels and stuffed them
into the linen cupboard. Josh vigorously stirred the water, mimicking a boat propeller,
hoping to make it murky before she turned around. Miraculously, the suds bubbled up,
producing a thin layer of fluffiness that thickened as it spread across the surface.
He was saved. His offending prick disappeared. When Julie turned around he was languorously
laying back against the gentle slope of the claw-foot tub, apparently without a worry
in the world, his eyes closed.

"That's better," Julie said.

Though he couldn't see, he heard her walk around behind him. Still, it surprised him
when her hand pushed against the back of his head, urging him forward.

"How am I supposed to wash your back when you're leaning back like that?"

Her hand dipped into the water and a bar of soap was applied across his shoulders.
It felt good but got a lot better when it was replaced by her hand which lathered
his back. Her hand was as silky smooth as he had imagined. If only it was applied
to his dick. As if possessing its own senses, his cock lurched in the water under
the suds. He sucked in his breath and opened his eyes, then calmed down when he saw
that the layer of bubbles had thickened even more.

"Do you always use bubble bath?" Julie asked.

Her tone was teasing and Josh blushed knowing she probably thought he was a prude.
If only she knew the things he wanted to do to her. If only he could pull the tight
pants off those lovely buns.

"Hmmmm?" she prodded.

Josh didn't trust his voice and remained silent.

"That's okay. Just relax and enjoy the bath."

Julie rubbed soap into his back, shoulders and arms for a long time and he found himself
almost dropping his head into the bubbles in front of him. The bath was so hot and
the suds gave off a sweet fragrance that made him sleepy. He didn't respond when she
first tried to pull him backwards.

Finished? Already? At first afraid to be in the tub in front of her, Josh now didn't
want the bath to end. He spoke as he leaned back, hoping to keep her there a minute
or two longer.

"It's sure been a long time. You must have been eighteen when you left and I was only
six."

Josh cringed. Why had he drawn attention to the difference in their ages? Christ,
she was better looking than any woman he'd been with in the last three years. Hell,
be honest. Ever!

"Actually, I was twenty."

Julie didn't do the calculation for him but that meant she was thirty-nine, not thirty-seven.


"That was a long time ago," she added. Then, "Don't talk, just relax."

She was going to leave him in the tub to soak. Josh sighed, deflated, except for his
cock which was drifting about with the currents in the water beneath the bubbles.
Her hands spread soap across the front of his shoulders, following his right collar
bone, then swept under his chin to slide across the left, and back. Josh smiled, and
settled back against the tub. It felt wonderful. He was in Heaven.

"Feel good?" she purred.

He nodded, following her instructions not to speak. He didn't want to ruin anything
now. Soon, her soft hands strayed down the outside of his arms to his elbows which
were underwater. They returned and gently massaged his chest, similarly dipping beneath
the water line to drag the soap across his ribcage and then lower, over his stomach.
She tickled his navel and laughed.

"Do you remember that?" she asked.

Josh wisely remained silent. Julie began to sing.

The eensy weensy spider

Climbed up the waterspout

Down came the rain

And washed the spider out

Out came the sun

And dried up all the rain

And the eensy weensy spider

Climbed up the spout again

Julie giggled, then launched into another verse, her hands remaining under water.
Her voice became husky, the way it did when she signaled his father that the games
were about to begin. More than her hands, Julie's voice tightened Josh's balls and
restricted the skin surrounding his rock hard shaft.

The eensy weensy spider

Climbed up the kitchen wall

Swoosh! went the fan

And made the spider fall

Off went the fan

No longer did it blow

So the eensy weensy spider

Back up the wall did go

She didn't laugh or giggle when she finished. She simply hummed in Josh's ear. He
was surprised that she was that close because his attention had been riveted on the
sound of her voice and the soft scratch of her fingertips and silky scrape of her
palm across his abdomen. His cock was vibrating, he was so excited, and he almost
opened his eyes to see if it was making a hole in the bubbles.

She whispered, "You know, Josh, you're like your father in many ways."

Josh hazarded a comment.

"You really liked him, didn't you?"

There was a long pause before Julie answered. "I loved him."

Josh didn't know what to say to that so he stayed quiet. Julie began to sing.

The eensy weensy spider

Climbed up the yellow pail

In came a mouse

And flicked her with his tail

Down fell the spider

The mouse ran out the door

Then the eensy weensy spider

Climbed up the pail once more

"Are you really jealous?"

At first Josh didn't know what she talking about. Then he remembered his admission.


"Yes," he answered, simply.

"You shouldn't have to be jealous," she replied.

What did she mean by that? Josh was about to ask why but she started singing again.


The eensy weensy spider

Climbed up the rocking chair

Up jumped a cat

And knocked her in the air

Down plopped the cat

And when he was asleep

The eensy weensy spider

Back up the chair did creep

Josh could hardly breathe. While singing the last verse, Julie's hand slid down to
his lower abdomen and then slipped away into the water, bumping into his shaft at
the bend and skidding over the head.

She giggled "Oops."

Her hands returned to his chest but a few seconds later slid onto his stomach and
below before skipping away and, bump, onto his cock again. This time, it lurched wildly
in response and Josh did open his eyes to witness a crack in the bubbles.

Julie giggled. "So much like your father."

She pulled her hands out of the water. Josh almost sobbed, then thought angrily, 'How
can she tease me like that?'

Her hands returned and she began to sing.

The eensy weensy spider

Climbed up the maple tree

She slipped on some dew

And landed next to me

Out came the sun

And when the tree was dry

The eensy weensy spider

Gave it one more try

Josh barely heard the words because as soon as she finished saying 'eensy weensy spider'
her right hand found and grasped the head of his cock. At the same time the left cupped
and gripped hips balls. Her cheek nestled against his and she gently squeezed his
balls and slid her fingers and palm over and around the head of his cock. Her hands
were super slippery and Josh knew that she had pulled her hands out of the tub to
fill them with jelly. He moaned softly, no longer able to contain himself.

"Relax, baby. We're not in a rush."

Julie rubbed and stroked, squeezed and massaged, and nuzzled and kissed the side of
his neck. She cooed and purred and congratulated him when he moaned.

"That's it, baby. Relax and enjoy it. Julie will take care of you."

She was stroking harder now, squeezing harder at the bend as if trying to confirm
its existence or to pull the upper segment away. On the down stroke, she squeezed
hard, almost slamming into the bend, then firmly dragged the skin down to his root,
twisted, and pulled up, whispering encouragement in his ear, kissing it, and asked
him if he liked looking at her tits.

"Yes," he croaked.

"I like it when you look at them too," she whispered.

Josh moaned and she twisted her palm all around his head.

"Come for me, baby," she urged.

Earlier, it had been a struggle for Josh to stop himself from coming but now his swollen
balls couldn't accede to her demand.

"Come for me," she urged.

He moaned again.

"Think about sucking my tits," she moaned in his ear, her hands twisting and stroking
faster.

Josh squirmed in the tub, trying to maximize the sensations from her slick hands and
fingers but, in truth, he simply couldn't help it. The quickness of her hands made
him so excited he could hardly breathe but then slowed, only to speed up again. She
squeezed hard on the shorter segment near his root and teased the shit out of the
longer part of his shaft, barely tickling its timber before applying a sure grip around
the head. She always whispered something in his ear at that point. He started to come
and Julie started singing.

The eensy weensy spider

Climbed up without a stop

She spun a silky web

Right at the very top

She wove and she spun

And when her web was done

The eensy weensy spider

Rested in the sun

Josh kept coming throughout the final verse and as much as his hips jerked around
her hands remained on his cock and balls. When the song was over, and he was spent,
her hands slid up and her arms encircled his neck.

"I love you, too. I always have," she whispered, then kissed his cheek and stood up.


When Josh turned around, she was gone.

* * * *

Julie didn't mention the bath at breakfast but did talk about the deterioration of
his parents' marriage shortly before his mother left as if an explanation was required
for her involvement. Apparently, in confirmation of Josh's suspicion, his mother thought
her husband was having an affair with Julie. At the time, it wasn't true. Julie didn't
expand on the point but defended Chuck by mentioning his mother's affair with a neighbor.
Josh didn't remember Mr. Jenkins but Julie said soon after his mother left, he did
too.

Evidently, his father spoke to Julie about his suspicions and his Bi-Polar mother,
who witnessed one of their private conversations, interpreted it as something more
than it was and flipped out. After she left, the falsely alleged affair became a self-fulfilling
prophecy but not until Julie chanced upon Chuck playing with himself.

"He had high sexual needs," she explained, "and masturbated for two years before your
mother left. In retrospect, he thought that's when her affair started."

Josh nodded often as he listened to the story about the destruction of his parents'
marriage. He didn't know how to feel about it or about the eventual sexual liaison
between his father and his former babysitter. Julie didn't describe their first time
but Josh imagined that she was smitten upon first sight of his father's weird cock,
given her current fascination with it.

"Did you suck it?" he blurted out, unable to contain his curiosity.

Julie was taken aback.

"Uh, um, yes," she stammered. "It was beautiful and, as you've seen, he has amazing
stamina."

Josh was surprised that she described his father's cock as 'beautiful'. Did she find
his mirror-image member equally attractive?

"He was desperate for affection, for a woman's touch," she explained. "I couldn't
resist. He cried when he saw me watching him, he was so ashamed. I rushed to him,
telling him it was okay, that I understood, and the next thing I knew I was touching
it, and then it was in my mouth."

"Was it awkward?"

"The situation? Yes, we hadn't…"

"No, I mean was it hard to, you know, suck it because of its shape?"

"Yes, but that's what drew me to it. I think I thought, I just have to…"

Her voice trailed off.

"I better go. I've got a meeting with a realtor in a few minutes."

She was back for lunch. Josh got incredibly horny watching her and remembering the
bath. During the supper feeding, Julie completely removed her bra and Josh marveled
that he hadn't paid more attention to her breasts. They really were very nice. When
his father released them near the end Josh got up and took over, massaging them more
gently and rolling and flicking her nipples. She seemed to appreciate it and when
his father started to come Josh tugged her nipples outward, pinched between thumb
and forefingers, and held them away from her chest. For the first time, Julie moaned
and her hips made small, involuntary movements.

She removed her blouse again for the goodnight session and wore a shorter skirt that
displayed a lot of leg. Josh didn't wait for his father to release her breasts. He
displaced his father's hands and began massaging her tits and teasing her nipples
which grew under his ministrations. Her hips began moving when he leaned down to kiss
one distended nipple. When his father began his final run she told him to go run the
bath.

"Don't wait for me," she said. "Just get in the tub."

Josh didn't bother with the bubble bath. He had barely settled into the tub when she
came in. He didn't turn around when her hands began soaping his shoulders. He thought
she would take his cock into hand right away but he was wrong. If anything, she teased
him longer, playing with the bend and twisting her greasy palm around the head while
whispering in his ear how beautiful it was.

This time, her bare breasts squeezed around either side of his neck but she brushed
his hands away when he reached back to touch them. However, when he was getting close
he tried again and she didn't stop him. He pinched her nipples and hung on to them
while she stroked his cock and whispered about how lovely it was to touch it.

"If it wasn't underwater I could kiss it," she husked.

Josh thrust his hips up from the tub and came hard. He was so excited he squirmed
around even more than the night before but never let go of her nipples. Her moans
were as loud as his and he expected her to still be there when he turned around, but
she wasn't.

* * * *

At the morning feeding his father was agitated and wouldn't eat anything no matter
how hard Julie wheedled and coaxed. She stripped her blouse off in a fashion so erotic
that Josh wanted to have at her right then but his father barely noticed.

Julie looked at Josh and said, "It won't be long now."

She pulled the covers down, twisted off the bed and leaned over his father, facing
his feet with her hips near his head. She bent down, lifted his father's semi-hard
dick, and pushed her mouth over its head while firmly grasping the lower segment.
Immediately, her cheeks alternately bulged with the movement of her tongue and caved
in as she sucked.

Julie worked on his father's cock for a long time but couldn't coax it into a full
erection. In the end, she gave up. She tried again at lunch and dinner without success.
After that, she cried and didn't bother removing her blouse for the goodnight session.


Josh left to run the bath without being asked and when she was done led her to it.
She stood beside the tub, listless. Josh unbuttoned her blouse and after the first
button she didn't object. He worked carefully, gently peeling the sleeves off her
arms. He didn't fondle her breasts but proceeded immediately to remove her black stretchy
pants. He had dreamed of doing this many times but didn't touch her in a sexual manner
even while removing her panties though he felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her neatly
trimmed bush. He helped her step into the tub and held her hand as her knees bent
and she slowly settled into the thick bubbles.

Josh let her soak for a while before massaging her neck and shoulders. He caressed
her arms but no more intimately than a professional would do. When she was completely
relaxed, he soaped her body, everywhere, doing her arms and legs, feet and hands,
her torso and breasts. He pulled her to her feet and rinsed her with fresh, warm water,
helped her out and dried her off with a thick towel. He led her, naked, to the bedroom
and helped her into bed. Then he lay on top of the covers and moved close to hug her.
After she fell asleep he went to his own bed and didn't masturbate.

* * * *

Josh woke up slowly. He felt like he was in heaven. His whole body tingled with joy,
especially his cock which felt like it was ensconced in a warm, wet mouth. He opened
his eyes and looked down at a mass of luxurious, dark chocolate brown hair bobbing
up and down on his cock!

"Gud mrnnng," she mumbled.

"Good morning."

He wished he hadn't answered because as soon as he did Julie pulled her mouth off
his cock and flipped onto her back.

"I think it would be easier if you got on top," she said.

She shifted lower in the bed and Josh stared, slow to get her meaning. Then he understood
and she laughed as she saw the comprehension in his eyes. He scrambled onto all fours,
straddling her body and crawled up, dragging his hook-nosed cock up her chest, between
her tits, and onto her chin. It skidded across her lips, then wobbled from side to
side. Julie opened wide and he sunk his meat into her mouth.

"Ahhhh, Goddd," he wailed.

"Ummmm hmmmm," she mumbled.

It felt so fantastic Josh started flexing his hips right away, hooking his cock in
and out of her mouth, his natural bend leading it to her throat like a train following
a track. Julie did something with her throat and his tip was sucked inside. Josh groaned
and sank onto his elbows to better control his hip movements. Julie's hands were on
his hips, guiding him up and down, up and down, showing him how to fuck her mouth,
how to fuck her face.

It was so exquisite! He tried hard to be careful. He didn't want to hurt her. His
breathing was ragged and that made control difficult but he always managed to keep
his cock moving inside her mouth and through to her throat. Oh, God. It was unbelievably
fantastic, absolutely incredible!

He was coming already. He pulled up, afraid of choking her. His spunk filled her mouth
and spilled out the sides and onto her cheeks and chin. He pushed his cock back in,
unable to stop himself, needing to feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding it. He
had no control!

Her hands pulled, keeping him down, plugged into her mouth. He started moving again,
flexing his hips, fucking her mouth again. Did she really want him to continue? Her
hands said 'yes'.

Josh concentrated on fucking her mouth, now wet and gooey with his cum and making
gurgling sounds. His shaft wobbled and he feared being unable to achieve a full erection,
needing to use a hand to feed it in. As he slipped back and forth through her full
lips the fear subsided and confidence grew with every stroke. His cock soon hardened
to the max and tingled all over from the sensations of her lips, tongue and the soft,
inner flesh of her cheeks, none of which were passive recipients.

His hips moved faster, faster than he thought could possibly be comfortable for her,
but she kept urging him on, pulling on his hips to hurry his strokes. He pummeled
her face, losing all semblance of control, and cried out, strange, unintelligible,
animal-like sounds. He was too excited to breathe and just as he thought he might
suffocate from over-exertion he exploded in her mouth. This time he didn't worry about
pulling back. He let it all go and was proud that the volume surpassed his father's
best load.

Afterward, he collapsed upon her and barely noticed when she deftly shifted him to
the side and pulled her mouth off his softening cock, abandoning it to embrace the
comparatively cold air on its own. She skidded up and pushed him onto his side, then
snuggled in and hugged him, whispering words his brain was too over-active to decipher
except to register that they were among the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard.

They lay in bed for some time, quite still. Then Julie got up and left. Josh watched
her walk away, her ass wobbling atop her long legs, causing her buttocks to bulge
and relax wonderfully with each step. She was so incredibly beautiful!

* * * *

In the morning they discovered that his father had passed away in the night. There
were no tears, and though it was a relief that his suffering was finally over there
was a deep sadness that he was gone. As Julie stepped back from the bed her hand withdrew
from his face and her fingers trailed across his chest, lingering.

"He was the only man who could make me come, I mean, really, truly come."

The fingers withdrew and her hand fell to her side.

"Thank you, Chuck, for all the…memories.

"You loved him," Josh said.

"Yes, I did."

"Was he really the only man…"

"Yes. It started by accident but once he was inside me I was hooked. He was the only
one that hit that special spot and I couldn't leave him alone. He threatened to tell
my mother if I didn't stay away so we made a deal. I agreed to apply to the state
college and he agreed to have sex until I left. I cried when I got my acceptance letter."


Josh put his arm around her and they went downstairs. There was lots to be done. The
rest of the day was lost in waiting for the doctor to declare that his father was
deceased, then arrangements had to be made with the funeral home to pick up the body.
It didn't seem like much but the end of the day that seemed like it would never end
arrived sooner than expected.

They went out for dinner. It wasn't by plan but they ended up in a romantic, waterfront
restaurant. Over after dinner coffees, occasionally gazing out the window into the
darkness to watch the lights of passing boats, Julie told Josh about her teenaged
kids and failing marriage.

Apparently her husband had been fooling around on her for some time but she hadn't
acknowledged she knew because she felt partially to blame. He had never been able
to satisfy her sexually and that affected her response to him in bed. Their love-making
was uninspired and she found it a relief when he had his first affair. She knew right
away, of course, without knowing the details. He was happier and they got along better.
He only became miserable when the flings soured and Julie found she could hardly wait
until he started another. But then, she became depressed as she neared forty. Things
came to a head after her mother died.

"Are you going to get back together?"

"I don't know. Bill wants to. It's perfect for him because he always has an excuse
for why he can't move in with his latest girlfriend. And it worked for me but now
I know I want, need, something better."

"Someone like Dad?" Josh suggested.

He hadn't meant to imply anything. It was an innocent comment.

Julie smiled. "Yes, someone like your father."

Josh blushed.

"I didn't mean…"

"I know." The smile broadened. "Let's go home."

In the car, she sang, "Always look on the bright side of life, dee doo, dee doo, dee
doo, dee doo, dee doo."

Julie told him to run a bath as soon as they got in the house. She came into the bathroom
wearing a big, fluffy white robe.

"Get undressed," she said.

Josh hesitated for only a moment before starting to undress. When he pushed his underwear
down his cock sprang out and for the first time in his life he wasn't embarrassed.
He was proud of its girth and reasonable length and, because of the way she looked
at it, its special shape. He pushed his shorts down and off and straightened up. Julie
was staring at his cock the same way she had ogled his father's.

"Beautiful," she whispered. "The same, but different."

Josh stood still, patiently letting her get her fill. Suddenly, she crouched before
him, head low to the ground, and looked up, her hair spilling away from her face.
She rose, like a panther moving in for the kill and swallowed his cock down to the
bend. Her face shook and wiggled its way past, negotiating the turn with a little
difficulty, then plunged to his root. Her throat constricted around his head, gobbling
it for several long seconds before her head pulled completely away. She leaned back
and wiped her mouth wih the back of her hand, her gazed fixed on his throbbing, saliva-slickened
cock.

"Get in the tub," she said.

Obediently, Josh stepped into the deep water and sat down. He leaned back and waited
for her hands to begin massaging his shoulders.

"Look at it," Julie giggled.

Josh opened his eyes and looked at his cock, swaying about in the clear water.

"It looks like it's searching for something."

Josh nodded, leaned back, and closed his eyes. It is, he thought, and it can hardly
wait.

"It's so cute."

Julie started the massage. Much later, Josh was beside himself. She had been teasing
him mercilessly for ages—stroking, tickling, whispering in his ear—but every time
he started down the road to salvation she pulled away or, twice, squeezed his balls
so hard he lost his way. Finally, he was far down the road and thought he had escaped
her entrapment but then realized she was letting him get away. And then, she stopped.


Shocked, Josh opened his eyes. He swiveled his head. She wasn't there. He turned around
in the tub. She was gone! The fluffy white robe was on the mat, empty.

He stood up.

"Julie?"

He stepped out of the tub.

"Julie?"

There was no response. He listened but couldn't hear a sound. The house was dead quiet
and, outside the bathroom, dark. He walked into the hall, stark naked.

"Julie?"

He wandered down the hall.

"Julie?"

There was a soft glow emanating from her room. He peeked inside.

She was lying on the bed, naked…on her tummy, face turned to the side and facing away,
arms circled above her head but legs and feet together. As he approached the bed her
feet slid apart. He got on the bed and her feet parted further. Her ass rose up as
she brought her knees closer to her hips.

Her ass was so sexy. Like her tits, there was a little sag in her cheeks, but not
much. Just enough to add flavor. He moved closer and they lifted toward him. He was
afraid. She was expecting him to be like her father, to be capable of touching that
special spot she said no other man had been able to reach. But he wasn't like his
father. He had a different bend, one that wasn't so easily accommodated.

He looked down at Julie, her shoulders pressed into the mattress, her waist looking
extra narrow as her hips flared out and her ass lifted, her crack opening to show
her pucker and the healthy slabs of her pubic lips.

Where is that spot? Inside her and up, just behind her clit, close to the front. Perfectly
position for a dick like his father's which, with its upward bend, would naturally
seek it out but only if they were doing it face-to-face. Women had always found Josh
too awkward but he had never had one from behind before. He had never done it doggy
style.

She knew! Julie knew. She wiggled her ass in anticipation and Josh grabbed his cock
and leaned toward her, for once in his life unafraid. His knob grazed her cheeks and
he rubbed it through her crack, across her pucker and pressed into her pubic lips.
He pushed and she raised her ass up even higher, arching her back. Josh grasped her
left hipbone and pulled to help his cock slip into and through her slit. It was heaven
inside.

"Fuck!" he cried.

"Mmmmmm," she responded.

Josh shoved and his cock naturally curved down as it pushed through her tunnel until,
above and behind her clit, it found the magic spot. Julie moaned and Josh grinned
in glee, flexing his hips to give an extra push, and she moaned again. He started
fucking but made a point of pausing to rub the underside of his knob on the spot,
each time jerking a gasp or moan from Julie's lips. He giggled as he rocked his cock
back and forth and from side to side, developing a magic-spot-teasing rhythm.

For the first time with a woman he knew exactly what to do. It felt like his father
was inside him, showing him how to please her, awarding years of accumulated experience
with this one woman. It was their first time yet he was perfectly tuned to her. Above
it all, he felt an overwhelming sense of love for Julie. He didn't just fuck her,
he made love to her and conscientiously teased, rubbed and caressed her spot to show
it.

Eventually, Julie couldn't keep her ass raised any longer and slid down until she
was prone on the mattress. It caught Josh by surprise but her cunt, having securely
hooked his bent cock, dragged him down with her. He thought the angle would be too
sharp, that it would hurt her, but Julie went wild with lust, frantically banging
her ass up against his loins. For a moment, he had difficulty staying on top of her
and might fall to the side, interrupting her pleasure, which would have happened if
he'd had a normal cock. For the second time in his life, he was proud of his equipment.


Josh slid his hands under Julie to grasp her breasts and to keep his weight from being
too oppressive. He kissed her shoulder blades, the valley between, and stretched up
to put his lips on the nape of her neck. He kissed her hair. He kissed her everywhere
he could reach without interrupting his rhythm. He pushed her feet out wide, changed
his mind minutes later and pulled them back together, several times.

Julie let out a stream of moans that sounded like a wail except it was occasionally
broken by ones that were louder or deeper and triggered similar responses from Josh.
Soon they were like animals rutting in the bush. Nothing else existed for either of
them. Josh reared up onto outstretched arms, shoved his cock in hard, and raised his
closed eyes skyward. His mouth opened and his throat throbbed but his scream was silent.
Beneath him, Julie humped her ass higher to drive him even deeper and droplets of
sweat flung off their vibrating bodies. Groaning, they collapsed on the bed, chests
heaving, gasping, their hunger finally sated.

* * * *

In the morning, they had sex in the missionary position. Despite the awkwardness Josh
liked it better because he could see her face. Her eyes teased and urged him on, one
moment raising doubts about his prowess and the next making him confident in his manliness.
It was nice but not up to the heights they reached the night before and, in the end,
Julie got of the bed and walked to the dresser. Leaning on it with her hands, she
looked at him through the mirror. Josh leapt out of bed and joined her, his cock slipping
easily inside. The spot was found and, this time, he could see her face.

It was a long, drawn out swirl of ebbs and surges, her hips rotating around and dragging
his along. The finished over the edge of the bed, her face turned to the side so she
could look back, knowing how much he loved to look at her. His final, short, frantic
thrusts were equally matched by her churning hips and her lust was painted vividly
on her face.

Later, Josh had to go to the funeral home to sort out a problem and Julie met with
the real estate agent to discuss an offer on her mother's house. She was gone when
Josh got home but he didn't worry until after dinner. It wasn't until then that he
saw the envelope on the table. There was a card with a note inside. He ignored the
card and read the note.

"Josh, you lovely, lovely boy. Strike that—I mean my lovely, lovely MAN! You're only
the second man who has done it for me but if I stay I will be lost. Though our youngest
has left home I think Bill and I owe it to the kids to give it another chance but
I'll always remember you and cherish our special time together."

"Love Julie"

An emptiness overwhelmed Josh and forced him to sit down. He half missed the chair
and almost fell. Clutching the table, he hung his head and sobbed. A minute later,
he raised his head and threw the letter away, onto the card. He stared at it, then
picked it up and opened it without reading the inscription, skipping to the handwritten
note beneath.

"Just teasing. Do you think I'm crazy? I'm not taking him back!"

Signed, "Lonely in Minneapolis."

Josh's head snapped up. He stared at the card. Minneapolis. Minneapolis! He lived
in Minneapolis. How had it never come up where she, or he for that matter, lived?


Josh grinned. Boy, was she in for a surprise. He looked at the letter again. Yep.
Minneapolis. What was her married name? He couldn't remember but was sure she told
him that first day. But he knew she was a nurse and the people that bought her mother's
house would know. They should be moving in soon and he had to fix up and sell Dad's
house anyway.

He looked at the card again and sighed. He knew there would soon be two fewer lonely
people in Minneapolis.

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