TITLE    : Elaine & Seline Ch. 01
STORYID  : elaine-and-seline-ch-01_2006
SUMMARY  : Mother &daughter both need something new.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2006-03-08
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |milf|older woman|younger man|


<i>WARNING: This is a story that takes quite a bit of build up... this part is not a "stroke story". Parts 2 - 4 and more after that offer more straight sex... but this one is all about how things came about. Enjoy!!</i>



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I've been running a gym for about three years now. At 41 I don't consider myself "old" and my on-going efforts to stay in shape have paid off. Sure, I've got some grey in my dark brown hair. It's getting a little thin on top. But my five-foot-ten-inch frame supports a lean 185 pound body that can outperform lots of younger guys. And don't think for a second that I don't know better how to use my seven inches of erect manhood than any guy in his twenties. I've done my share of pleasing women and have never had a complaint &#x2013; I've always been invited back. 



Now as I said, I've been running a gym for about three years. Almost two years ago we began offering kick-boxing and self-defense courses. Nothing says that men can't join the programs, but the marketing is mostly targeted at women and the clientele for those classes is probably 95% female. The ages vary from teenagers to women in their fifties. 



The first two women to sign up for the self-defense program were a mother and daughter. The mom, Elaine, was up front about the fact that she was getting into her mid-forties and was having a mid-life crisis. She wanted to tighten up her body to regain her husband's attention. In fact, she had promised herself that, if she lost the weight she wanted to lose, and she toned up everything she wanted toned, she would go get breast implants to pump her slightly saggy Bs up to high firm Cs. Talking with Elaine was quite enlightening. She was married to a professional man who was very proper &#x2013; and had always been so even in their marital relations. In other words, their sex life was limited to manual foreplay and missionary position intercourse. Elaine is almost as tall as I am with dark hair and a ready smile. She once confided in me that if she could get her husband to pay enough attention long enough she would even shave her pussy clean so that he could enjoy something different. She was hoping that her physical transformation might inspire him to consider other options, especially in light of the fact that their only child, Seline, was going to be graduating high school and moving out in the next couple years. 



That brings me to Seline. Seline got her mother's slender frame with curves in all the right places. Her chest was also a B cup, but there was no sag in them at all. At five-foot-eight-inches tall with thick dirty blond hair and sparkling green eyes she turned a lot of heads at the gym. When she and Elaine first signed up, Seline was only 17 years old. Two years later she was 19, had graduated from high school, was attending a local university and seemed to just be enjoying life. The downside, from what I could tell, was that she was living inside the shelter of the shell her father had created for her at home &#x2013; and in every private school she had attended &#x2013; and her mother wanted her to experience more of life. That's not to say that Elaine wanted Seline to go out and get laid every day, but I think Elaine was at least concerned that Seline never had a boyfriend for more than two weeks. Apparently, the boys wanted to do more than kiss and Seline, although she admitted the healthy desire, had been taught all too firmly that "good girls don't do that". 



Now I could relate somewhat to Elaine's marital issues. My own wife &#x2013; far from being as attractive as Elaine is &#x2013; also tends to believe that sex is for procreation, and since I've had a vasectomy, we only have sex once a month or so when her desires get out of control. Even then, it's manual foreplay only and missionary position sex. I had shared my secrets with Elaine too, having told her that I'd much prefer a sex-hungry woman every other day as compared to the only-when-I-have-to lover I had at home. Elaine laughed when I told her that and said that I'd better be careful. She might take me up on the offer one day. THAT certainly put some interesting thoughts in my head. 



As life worked out, my wife left me last summer. Our youngest child had graduated from high school and she told me that she was looking for something more in life than a man who is interested in his body and teaching other people how to care for theirs. Okay. What was I supposed to say? I didn't feel that much of a loss. The divorce was amicable and we divided our property fairly. She didn't even ask for alimony. She moved nearly to the other side of the country and I redecorated the house we'd shared for almost twenty years. Life got easier for me as I could come and go as I pleased, answering only to my kids when they left messages on my answering machine or cell phone voice mail. As a result, I was able to put in a few extra hours at the gym and begin teaching self-defense courses at other locations as well. My finances improved. My stress levels went down and life seemed grand. But now I wasn't getting any sex at all... not even the boring kind. 



One day after kick-boxing class Elaine said something to me about looking tired. "Late night of boisterous sex?" she asked with a laugh. We both knew that wasn't true. 



"No," I laughed back. "I can't remember what sex is," I finished. "Isn't that when my hand does something to make me feel good?"



"Oh, no," she said with a devilish grin. "Sex is when a beautiful, energetic and frustrated woman spends hours trying to see how many times she can make you orgasm. "



Now I really did laugh hard. "It's been more than twenty years since that happened," I said. "I barely remember what that's like. "



"Well," she said without laughing, "if John (her husband) doesn't start changing his outlook soon, we might be able to help each other our with our... ah, issues. " My only response was a raised eyebrow and my cock jumping in my shorts. 



I didn't see Elaine for the next month. Seline was at class regularly and told me that her mom had finally had her boob-job and was recovering. The doctor had told her to take 30 days off from the vigorous exercise of kick-boxing or self-defense class. I commented to Seline that her mom had really worked hard the past couple of years and the results showed &#x2013; that her body was firmer, curvy in the right places and that, with her boob job done, I was sure she was even more stunning than ever. Seline's response surprised me. 



"Yeah," she said sadly. "Not like my dad has noticed thought. "



"I'm sorry?" I said making it a question. 



"Well," Seline explained, "you know mom's been doing all this to kind of recapture her youth. Her biggest motivation, on top of insuring her health for the future, was to get dad's attention. She hasn't felt attractive to him for years... in fact, not since she had me. She once told me that her pregnancy with me was pretty much the end of their sex life. " I didn't know what to say. Seline certainly shouldn't have to bear the burden of feeling responsible for her mom's lack of a satisfying sex life. Additionally, I really didn't expect a girl that I viewed as so sheltered to be talking about sex at all. "But dad not only hasn't noticed," she continued, "He's even criticized her for wasting money. " She shook her head. "It's like he doesn't even know she's trying to be more attractive for him. "



"I don't know what to say," I said honestly. "Your mom is a beautiful woman and if I were your dad, she'd know that every day. In fact," I said with a small grin, "I think she might get tired of having to turn away my advances. "



Seline met my grin with one of her own. "I don't think she'd turn them away often," she said. "Mom needs to get laid in the worst way... "



That kind of killed the conversation for right then, but I kept all the information tucked away for future reference. I wasn't keen on sleeping with another man's wife, but I wasn't big on going without sex for very much longer either... and if the opportunity presented itself, then who was to say?



When Elaine returned to class she looked fantastic. Her boob job was noticeable and she accentuated the change by wearing newer, sleeker, tighter work-out clothes. I had never noticed before, so maybe it was a side-effect of the surgery, but her nipples seemed to constantly be erect now. I had a hard time not staring and she had caught me ogling her a couple of times during class. Afterward, as we were both sucking on our Gatorade bottles, she smiled and devilish smile. "I caught you staring at me," she said simply. 



"I'm sorry about that," I said, hoping she wasn't really bothered. "But things look different since your surgery. "



That brought an all out laugh from her. "Yes," she said chuckling, "they do. And they feel different too. " Lowering her voice she moved her head a little closer to mine and whispered, "Ever since I had my augmentation my nipples have been super sensitive and they stay erect all the time. Every time my shirt moves right it almost feels like someone is rolling or pinching them. "



Opportunity was slapping me in the face and I was trying to be a gentleman by not taking advantage of it. Chuckling at what she had said I tried to change the subject to something almost safe. "So, how has John reacted to the new you? It's quite a package and very desirable... Has he noticed or taken advantage of it?"



Another laugh rolled out of her. "Please!" she said mockingly. "If it's not a quadratic equation he doesn't have time for it. " Lowering her voice once again she said, "Truth be told, I haven't gotten laid in the better part of six months and I'm starting to think that maybe I should do something about that. "



My cock jumped again. I wanted her SO bad. The little voice in my head &#x2013; the good one &#x2013; won out for the time being. "Think long and hard about that," I said to her quietly. "As much as I enjoy the thought, the impact it has on your life may be more than you are prepared to deal with. " I was trying to tell her to think about her marriage and lifestyle... instead, she took it differently. Thank goodness no one was around. 



Elaine wasn't the least bit shy as she reached forward and caressed my growing cock through my pants. "Believe me," she said, looking me straight in the eye, "I've thought about the impact this can have and I can't tell you how much I want to experience the reality. " Her eyes never left mine and her hand never stopped caressing my almost full erection. In fact, her motions changed so that she was stroking my manhood through the material in between. It felt SO good... 



Reaching down, I gently pushed her hand away and said, "Think about it a bit longer. Be absolutely sure before you sacrifice what you have at home just for sex. " Was that me that said that? What the fuck? Take a deep breath... regain control... regret not grabbing her right there. 



"Fair enough," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I'll think about it for another week and then I'll let you know what I've decided. "



"Okay," I replied, thankful she wasn't pushing it harder right then. 



"But," she continued firmly, "I know you're as attracted to me as I am to you. I also know that you're divorced and not getting any sex either. If I come to you next week and have decided that I'm willing to risk my marriage for gratuitous sex, I'll expect you not to argue. Fair enough?"



I looked at her and saw determination in her eye. Something told me that she would go out of her way to get her husband to change his ways in that week. Something also told me that it would be his last chance. "Fair enough," I answered her. One week. I could live with that. That night I went home and jerked off three times before I fell asleep thinking about everything she and I could enjoy. 



For the next week I didn't see Elaine. Seline kept coming to class as usual, but not Elaine. After the second class that Elaine had missed I had to say something. Approaching Seline I said, "Is your mom okay? I miss seeing her in class. "



Seline didn't blink as she answered me. "She's fine. She's just enjoying being home alone with dad while I'm here so that she can try to salvage what might be left of their relationship. " I was kind of surprised at how brutal she sounded. The shock must have shown in my face. In response she explained: "Look, I know you and mom have been flirting for months. She wants to be with you in the worst way. She told me that she came on to you and that you encouraged her to give her marriage another chance. I thank you for that. But mom really needs some affection and attention. Dad so completely neglects her, and me for that matter, that it makes me wonder why she and I have lived by his rules for so long. " She got a far away look in her eyes. "It makes me wonder what I've missed out on because of his stupid rules. " How was I supposed to respond to that?



Putting my hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes, I said, "I'm sure that he only had your best interests in mind when he put those rules in place. Sure, you may have missed out on some things, but you've probably also missed out on a lot of pain and suffering too. " Did that make sense? I hoped so. 



"I know," she said. "But sometimes the experience is worth a little pain and suffering. " She took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. Then she met my eyes again and was quite serious. "Mom is giving it her all this week. If he still ignores her, or gives her grief, she and I are moving out. She'll be here on Monday (it was Wednesday as we had the conversation) and if we've moved out she'll be planning on spending the night at your house. " Wow. How blatant was that. Elaine was obviously sharing a lot more with Seline that I had ever previously realized. The larger thought on my mind was, unless John came through, in five days Elaine would be spending the night with me. 



The rest of the week kind of passed in a blur. On Friday Seline made a comment about not having seen any changes at home and Elaine getting even more frustrated with her husband. "If I were you," Seline said with a twinkle in her eye, "I'd start saving up my energy for Monday night. " Alrighty then. 



No class on Saturday. No class on Sunday. On Monday afternoon I was eager to see Elaine and to find out what had happened. She didn't show up for the six o'clock class. She didn't show up for the seven o'clock class. Neither did Seline. At 8:30 when I was finished showering and heading out to go home, I nearly ran into Elaine who was waiting for me just outside the men's locker room. "Hi there," she said with a smile. 



"Hi there yourself," I answered back. A part of me felt bad for her. I was sure her marriage had ended and that she was starting a whole new life. How much of it had been my fault? We stood there quietly for a second before she said anything. 



"So, you told me to give it a week; to think; to try; to consider the long term affect on my marriage of us having sex together. " She was being very careful in her speech, as if she was having to control her tone of voice. 



I smiled. "I don't think those were my exact words," I said. "But close enough. "



She took a deep breath and exhaled as she looked down at her fidgeting hands. "Okay," she said, then looking up to meet my eyes. "I have. It's been a week. I tried to seduce John every night last week. I tried everything from carefully performed candlelit meals to sexy outfits to plain out telling him that I needed to get fucked and if he couldn't do it I'd find someone else who would. "



"You don't sound like any of it worked," I said. 



"Oh, it worked," she said with a half smile. "He packed on Sunday and said he couldn't take any more of my shit. He said I'd hear from his lawyer some time this week. He said the house was mine, Seline was mine, the bank account was mine, and my sex life was all mine. "



"Should I say I'm sorry?" I asked softly. 



Her eyes brightened and her grin came back full force. "Oh, hell no," she said. "You should be asking if we're going to your place or mine!"



"Fair enough," I said with a laugh. "Your place or mine?"



"Mine," she said simply. "I have a huge bed, oversized shower, hot tub and more. We can play all night there and see about working out some of the desires we've both been keeping locked up for too many years. " Nothing else needed to be said. Taking her hand in mine, we turned together and walked out of the gym. I rode with her in her car as she promised to bring me back to the gym in the morning... if I wanted to come. Might I consider calling out tomorrow? We'd see... 



At her house I followed her in and set my gym bag down inside the door. The house was huge. I had never been there before and I was overwhelmed at the space available. Walking a few steps into the two-story foyer, Elaine spun around a couple of times and then turned to look at me. "Seline is spending the night at a girlfriend's house. We have it all to ourselves all night. What shall we do first?"



"Fuck," was not only my first thought, but actually also my first word. "I agree," she said. 



To my surprise she began to strip right there in the middle of the foyer. By the time she pulled off her blouse and bra I realized that I was falling WAY behind and began to strip as well. We were both naked at about the same time and came together in the middle of our piles of clothing. Our embrace was strong, hot, head-to-toe and managed only enough to keep our exploring mouths and tongues together. 



I could feel the heat rolling off of her. Her breathing was already heavy. Her arms encircled me and her hands grasped everywhere they could. One minute she was pulling my head forward, forcing my face harder against hers as our tongues wrestled and our lips moved. The next minute her hands were on my ass pulling my hips against hers, forcing my erect cock to rub into her belly while I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh. 



Finding my breath and getting a break from the kiss, I had to ask, "What first?"



In between her own heavy breaths, she replied. "Just fuck me," and at that same moment I felt her hand grasp and begin to stroke my length. She seemed insatiable. She wanted sex. She wanted it right then. She wanted it hard and fast and she didn't want to wait another second. 



Putting my arms around her farther, I reached down to cup her ass cheeks and lifted her up by them. Spreading her thighs around me, she encircled my waist and locked her ankles behind me. Lowering her slowly &#x2013; to make sure things were lined up properly &#x2013; I felt her slick cunt lips just begin to rub around the head of my cock, and lowered her the next six inches with a single movement. She was soaked. I was hard. As long as my aim was true, she'd get at least the beginnings of what she wanted. And she did... 



Her weight forced her body down, impaling her womanhood onto my erection until it seemed like only the strength of my shaft was holding her up. Our hips seemed to move of their own accord, as our lips met once again and our tongues began their marathon wrestling match. 



As our hips humped and her hands continued to explore, I walked carefully to the nearest wall, almost slamming her against it as we leaned on it for support. My hips moved forcefully, withdrawing my length back and out of her before slamming forward to penetrate her, banging her back against the wall with every stroke. 



Her first orgasm came quickly. Her mouth left mine and a groaning / keening sound escaped her throat as I felt her pussy clutch and spasm around my length. I knew my own orgasm wouldn't take much longer &#x2013; especially given the effort I was exerting to hold her up &#x2013; and I felt bad. I wanted our first "thunder and lightening" fuck to last longer that it felt like it was going to. She helped me resolve the issue. 



Her first orgasm passed almost as quickly as it had arrived and she almost immediately began building to another one. Some sounds, that I eventually identified as words, began to escape her through the huffing and puffing and slapping / banging sounds we were making as our bodies moved together against the wall. 

<hr pg="2" />"Oh, god," she was moaning... "I'm going to cum again... uuuggggghhh... ohhhhh... cum with me... cum with me... Cum in me... Fill me... let me feel it... oahg... Cum... cum... cum... "



And as her second orgasm flooded through her, and her pussy tightened on my stroking length, cum I did. I'd like to say I kept moving to pleasure her, but I didn't. When my climax set in, I set her down on my length, burying myself into her sex as far as I could reach, and reveled in the pleasure of my cock spitting hot thick ropes of cum against her cervix. 



It didn't sound like she minded. The chant of "cum... cum... cum... " changed to, "ugh... so hot... hot... feel it spreading... "



When my cock stopped spitting and twitching, I moved in and out of her carefully and gently a couple of times, and then pulled out and set her down on her own feet. A splattering sound made me look down and I could see my cum landing on the foyer floor between her legs, as she stood their with them bowed and let my juices flow out of her. I didn't know what to say... if anything... as I stood there. I looked back up to meet her twinkling eyes and saw some happiness there. More than I'd seen in months past.  



Her hands came up to my face and her fingers traced my lips. She leaned forward to give me a soft kiss &#x2013; much less passionate... almost appreciative. Then she leaned back away and smiled at me. "Let's go upstairs," she said with a smile. "I want more... "



With that, she took my hand and led me over to the stairs. I looked back at the foyer for a second: at the clothes piled on the floor; at the cum puddle obvious over near the wall; at the sweat we'd left on the wall. It'd be one hell of a sight for Seline to walk in on if she ended up coming home for whatever reason. Looking back at Elaine's sexy ass twitching back and forth as she walked up the stairs in front of me, I realized that she didn't care. At that point, I also realized, I didn't either. This entirely sexy woman in front of me wanted to use my body for her pleasure all night... and she wanted to use her body to give me pleasure all night... I wanted to use my body to give her pleasure all night... and I certainly looked forward to using her body for my pleasure all night. 



By the time we'd gotten to the top of the stairs, I couldn't keep my hands or tongue in check any longer. Just as she reached the second floor, and as I was standing three steps lower, I grabbed her hips and moved her. She got the message and got down on all fours right at the top of the steps. Her ass and freshly-fucked pussy were right in my face. On all fours, she looked back over her shoulder at me with a look on her face that said, "Come and get it. " Who was I to argue? 

