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  Widow Need Sex

  Copyright 2011 by Nicky Sasso

  Smashwords edition

  I was 16 years old when it happened. You have to admit it that it was the most inconvenient period in life, the period in which you had to decide what to do with your life, whether you were going to be a winner or loser. Everything indicated that I would be very successful. I was a brilliant student, a very talented volleyball player, many first league clubs were interested in me, I was very handsome, etc. Everything was perfect until I lost my father in a car accident on June 20th.

  I was left with my 44-year-old mother and immense sorrow that entered our home.

  Since that day, I thought the time stopped. I felt like that especially two-three days after the funeral, when my mom and I stayed alone in the eerie empty house filled with sorrow and silence that was killing us. We were completely isolated from the world in spooky silence without a TV, without friends and laughter, without everything that we used to have in our home until then. I mourned my father 24 hours a day worrying about my mom, who took it extremely difficult.

  The fourth day after the funeral, when the relatives who came from other towns went their homes and left us alone, was the hardest. We were silent. The silence was broken only by my mom’s occasional sigh or groan that she tried to hide from me.

  At sunset of that hot July 24th, somewhere around 9 PM, since we did not watch TV, my mom asked me to come to their room for a while because she was afraid: “Son, please come to sleep in my bed. At least for 40 days while the candle is lit.” She told me that with eyes full of tears, awaking a similar emotion in me and knowledge that it was harsh reality - my father would never lie in that bed again. It was difficult for me, but I agreed to do it.

  She went to bed first, and I joined her 15 minutes later.

  When I entered the bedroom, a candle was lit. It was a custom in the village where my father was born. I saw mom lying on the right side of the bed, on her left. Her back was turned to the part of the bed that was waiting for me. It was easier for me to get to my side of the bed knowing that mom was not looking at me, because I usually slept only in underwear, especially during hot summer nights. Although I did not turn on the lights, the room was lit by diffusive candle light which burnt all night long for 40 nights. I undressed myself quickly and lay to my side of the bed.

  Mom lay down uncovered. She wore a black satin summer nightgown that was reaching to the middle of her thighs. I was extremely sad, but it seemed to me that I handled the situation much better than my mom, who sighed and wept all night long. That night I cried myself to sleep, as well, feeling sorry for my mom as much as I felt sorry for my father. The next day passed just like the previous one, silently, except when a neighbor visited us and broke the silence with some serious stories about new political events. After those short visits, everything would be the same. The next evening when I went to bed at around 9 PM, my mom was at the same position, with her back turned towards my side of the bed. She wore the same black nightgown that revealed her back, but it was more lifted than the night before, so I could see black undies enlacing her ball-like buttocks.

  I thought, God, she was so bereaved that she wore black even during nights, even black underwear. I felt sorry for her again sympathizing with her pain.

  My mom was a very attractive lady, a bit chubby with a big behind. However, it suited her very well. She had long black hair and large breasts. She was 5’9’’, which meant that she was a tall woman. She was very hot, and she was at the prime of her life.

  On the third day since we stayed alone, we started talking during lunch. We thought it would be easier that way, and we tried to create some new habits.

  - “Son, you should go to your volleyball practice? Life goes on; you can’t do anything about it,” she said looking at me with sad eyes.

  - “Well, I don’t know... I’m not in the mood for that now. Besides, I don’t want to leave you alone,” I told her honestly.

  - “Hmmm,” she smiled sadly and continued: “Don’t think like that. We have a life in front of us. It goes on. Thinking like you do won’t take us anywhere,” she said with a deep sigh, leaning towards me to kiss my hair. She whispered: “You’re just like your father. He always cared more about other people than about himself. Now when he’s gone, I see I’m not alone.”

  At that moment, tears filled her eyes, so she got up and left the dining room. My eyes followed her to the door. I saw her as a noble and attractive woman who wore black from head to toe. My heart was breaking with sorrow. I felt extremely sorry for her because I knew her feminine fragility and I was aware of the fact that we, men, tended to get over a loss easier. I was also aware of the fact that she lost her husband at an age when she still needed him very much, because she was a human being and had the same needs as others.

  Days passed by, nights passed by, and everything was the same. Every day was the same, spent in silence.

  I went to a volleyball practice on the tenth day, when I plucked up courage, after having been called from the club persistently and after having been convinced by my mom. It was evident that I was not in top form since I had not trained for a while. However, the club offered me the first contract with the explanation that I should become a professional player, which meant I would have salary that we needed badly after everything that happened. I did not know what to do. I knew bigger clubs were interested in me. I would have become more successful in bigger clubs, so I had a dilemma. I came home for lunch which had already been waiting for me on the table.

  - “You came right on time. Are you tired? How was it? Your mom made you roasted meat. You must be exhausted,” mom said. She was slightly in a better mood than the previous days.

  - “Well, I’m not really hungry,” I replied with concern.

  - “What’s wrong? What happened?” she asked me agitated, slicing bread. She sat at the table to have lunch.

  - “Nothing,” I paused and continued: “The people from the club offered me a contract and some salary. They want my response in several days.”

  - “Well... what’s wrong with that?” she asked me taking the first bite.

  - “I’m not sure if it’s smart for me to be bound by a contract. They really insist that I sign it. I don’t know what to do. This is quite a dilemma.”

  - “Hmmm, I don’t know. It’s up to you to decide. It’s your life. Just be careful, son. I advise you to always take what people offer you and not to hesitate. Do things while you still can. Later, it can be too late. Anyway, it’s your decision. Just keep in mind what I told you. You should try everything.” She said it quickly like a child reciting a well-memorized poem. All that time, she gazed into my eyes, holding a fork with a piece of meat on it in her hand.

  - “Well, I’m not sure, mom. The problem is that the big clubs haven’t contacted me officially yet. I’ve only heard some rumors that they are interested in me.” I explained it to her while she was sucking a piece of meat into her fleshy mouth. She looked at me with a strange glow in her eyes, as if she had been the one who wanted to show me some things.

  - “Son, you know the old saying: first come, first served? So, don’t be late. Actually, ask your conscience. Do what you want to do. I’ll be satisfied, for sure. And I’ll be proud of you. Good intentions are the most important. Just keep on trying. Always be shameless. Always ask and do what you want and like, and you’ll always succeed. Just have self-confidence. If I can help you, feel free to lean on me. I’m here for you.” Again she spoke quickly, looking at me like she did several minutes ago.

  On the tenth day since mom and I were alone, we went to bed early as usual, as we did the previous days.

  I entered the candle-lit roo
m again where my mom was lying on her side of the bed, on her left as usual. I thought she did that to spare me embarrassment while I undressed myself. I did not think that there could be any other reason.

  I took off my clothes leaving only my dark blue boxer shorts which fitted close to my body. I lay down. It was very humid, so I did not cover my body with anything. Then I sensed the bed trembling slightly. It came from mom’s side of bed. I looked over there thinking that she wept again. I saw the black satin nightgown again, only this time it was lifted up almost above the hips. It was so lifted up that I could clearly see the lace of her black undies. Candle light gave them a special shine highlighting the roundness of her behind protruding towards my side of the bed. She was breathtaking.

  At first I thought my eyes would pop out because of the effort I made trying to see through dim candle light the curly pattern on the edges of mom’s underwear disappearing in the gap between her buttocks. For a moment, I forgot about the misfortune that struck upon us.

  Then I winced. I was ashamed of myself. I looked away trying to forget what I saw. I felt remorse. But it was not easy to forget what I saw. Looking at the restless flame silhouettes dancing on the walls, I had only one thing on my mind. It was the lace of my mom’s black underwear and the area of her body where the lace was hidden slightly. I was ashamed, but I could not resist such strong sensations that pierced my body so strongly that my dick became hard, and in my stomach I felt never-before experienced restlessness. The sensation was so strong that I had to retreat myself and look back at the old direction. I consoled myself that it was not horrible to have such instinct, because only I knew about it. It was only my secret. Mine and God’s.

  I saw that lace again. It got stuck in my brain. I knew every detail of it so accurately that I could draw it. It curved from mom’s hips stretching across her buttocks embracing them almost completely and disappearing at the place that was a mystery to me, because until then I had not had an opportunity of seeing closely female intimate body parts.

  The upper hem of her undies was laced, too, but somehow it was less interesting than the lower one around the legs stretched across you know what.

  I stared at it for some time, again sensing light vibrations being transferred through the mattress. I started panicking, because I concluded that mom was not asleep. It was obvious that she cried. I turned around quickly fearing that she could notice me looking at her. I could not fall asleep for a long time having an image of my mom’s butt on my mind...

  In the morning, after the sweetest dream until then, when I woke up I saw daylight. The first image that came to my mind was the image of my mom’s butt. I thought it started haunting me. I looked down on my morning-erected dick and noticed a big white stain on the dark fabric of my boxer shorts. I was very ashamed and concerned that mom had already seen it, since I slept without covers, like she did. Anyway, I had to get up because the time for going to a volleyball practice approached.

  My face was red with shame. I entered the dining room where mom had already served breakfast and kindly replied to my “good morning”, adding: “Did you sleep well, son? Have you been thinking about our yesterday’s conversation? Come on, hurry up! You don’t want to be late for your practice.” She looked at me with a strange shine in her eyes.

  She finished her breakfast before I did and went to the sink to wash the dishes dirty from last night’s dinner. Her back was facing me. I was able to stare at her freely forgetting the volleyball practice and breakfast.

  She was in black completely. She wore clogs and stockings, black above-the-knee pencil skirt, black close-fitting short-sleeved blouse. The blouse followed the line of her attractive body. So did the skirt. It fitted tightly against her fleshy protruding buttocks creating incredible tension at its surface, so that I thought it would rip at some point, especially when she, standing by the sink, put her weight from one foot to the other. Then I thought that they were made of rubber. They shook and transferred their energy to my dick which was growing, and growing, and growing...

  When I finished breakfast, I made sure I exited the kitchen when she was not looking, so that she would not see the bulge on my sweat pants. I ran out of the kitchen, grabbed my bag with sports equipment and started putting on my shoes. Then I heard her voice coming from the kitchen. She spoke louder than usual, so that I could hear her: “Good luck, son! Don’t forget what I told you yesterday. Always, you must know what you want, in the middle of the day, and in the middle of the night. You should know that everywhere, at work, at school, in bed... everywhere.” She said that, pausing at the “in bed” part, which stirred me again and pushed the blood into my dick. I only said “bye” and left.

  I do not have anything to tell you about the practice, except that I was completely absentminded. I had only one image in front of my eyes. No one mentioned the contract, so I did not mention it either. I returned home exhausted.

  When I came home, I found some relatives visiting, and I could not wait for them to leave. Not because they bothered me, but because I was impatient. I wanted the night to come as quickly as possible, so that I could go and get some rest and, of course, look at my half-naked mom.

  As usual, right after 9 PM, we went to bed. I gave her some 15 minutes to lie down first, and then I followed.

  When I entered, she lay on her back wearing the same black nightgown. For the first time, I saw clearly how she looked like from the front side. Taking a quick glance, I paid the most attention to her boobs which filled the upper part of her summer nightgown that hung on her shoulders on two thin straps. Her boobs were impressive, just like the butt, so my dick started giving me away.

  I was not sure if she noticed it or not, but she rolled to her usual side quietly saying: “Oh, God, it’s hot in here!”

  She rolled over and, accidentally or not, lifted up the nightgown’s hem to her round hips. I felt thunderstruck when I saw what my own mother showed me, not knowing if she did it on purpose or not. This time she wore a black thong, which was not strange for young women like her, but I was petrified when I saw that the part which should have been pulled in between the buttocks was actually placed over her right, in this case - upper, buttock.

  Some indescribable restlessness crawled into my pants. I had an incredible desire to masturbate. Distraught, I stared at her. I succumbed to the side of my personality which was not controlled by reason. I remembered what happened the day before, the night before, and on that day, trying to find an excuse for the situation I was in. All the time I stared at her almost naked butt. I started drooling.

  Thinking and trying to find an answer to this temptation, in my blocked mind one thought appeared, a thought which my mom said many times during the period of the previous 2-3 days: “You have to be determined! It’s important to try! You have to recognize what you want! Be determined, at work, and in BED! BED! BED! BED!...”

  The word “bed” tormented me the most, and my dick became harder and harder. I wanted to masturbate, to calm down a bit. I needed only half a minute to jerk it off, I thought. But it was impracticable and I knew it. Then she asked: “Son, are you asleep?”

  - “No!” I replied getting even more aroused.

  - “I didn’t have a chance to ask you how it was at the practice today. Did you decide?”

  - “Nothing important. I still don’t know,” I said addlebrained, making an effort to take a better look at the space between her buttocks, which was in shade.

  - “Oh, my son... You’re very undetermined. Do I have to paint you a picture to understand? You have to be more active, to fight for your position. I see you’re not interested in anything...” She paused leaving the sentence unfinished.

  I was insulted by my mom’s words. At that moment, I decided I had to react in some way. It was obvious what she wanted. I wanted the same, but she did not know it, because I did my best to hide every possible detail that could reveal my desires, and especially this 7-inch-long detail in my pants. But after her words, I did not
feel any shame. All obstacles between us fell down. The only obstacle left was two feet of bed to her almost naked butt. I felt so strong and brave that I thought to myself: “Now you’ll find out how determined I am. I don’t care that you’re my mom.”

  I dragged myself to her pressing already pulled out dick against warm and soft skin of her butt. I did not talk. She did not talk either. She only trembled as if she had been afraid of something. I plunged my head into her luxuriant black hair scattered across her back and pillow trying to absorb her scents. Slowly, my hand travelled to her thighs, with her permission, of course.

  We still did not talk, but we started breathing faster and faster. Since she gave me her permission obviously, I could do whatever I wanted. I did not know what to grab first. I was so wild that I forgot about everything else. I was ready to rape her if she had not agreed. But there was no need for that, because she was even hornier than me. I felt it as soon as I touched her pussy. It was wet as if she had peed. She was so aroused that the liquid spread on her thighs.

  I kissed her naked back rubbing her between the legs. My hand was totally wet. Then she said moaning: “Ahhh... you understood after all! Thaaat’s it! Thaaat’s what I need! Yeees!” She grabbed my dick with her hand. When I felt my mom’s hand at a place that no female hand had touched before, I got dizzy. She kept moaning and saying: “Yeees! Yeees! Yeees!” She turned me on even more, which was her intention.

  I was afraid I would come without putting it into her pussy. I took it from her hand and pointed towards her pussy, a place that was a mystery to me. Assuming I was still a virgin, she moved her right hand forwards and grabbed my dick again, but this time she tried to help me find the right destination.

  When she showed it the right way, she moaned loudly and added: “Ahhh, it’s sooo haaard and hot!”

  When I heard that, I started going in and out of her lubricious hot oven. It took me by surprise that she willingly and actively participated in the act. She started shaking her bottom like crazy, so that at one point I paused wondering who fucked whom.