1. One Beautiful Morning


    Date: 10/23/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: seeker4, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    I awoke with a hard-on and an urgent need to relieve it. The house was quiet at six on a Saturday morning and I was fairly sure of my privacy. My two children had gone away with an aunt and uncle for the weekend. Allison, my live-in nanny, had been out late with friends and was likely still out or at least still sleeping. The nineteen year-old was a cousin of Claire, my late wife, and helped me out with the kids in return for room and board while attending the local university. Throwing my covers aside, I stripped off the t-shirt that I wore to sleep. My cock was already poking out through the fly in my pyjama bottom, so I began lightly caressing it with my fingers. Claire had been a master of stroking, doing it gently as we made out in the early morning before taking my cock in her mouth to suck it. I closed my eyes and tried to immerse myself in that memory, now too many years in the past. Thoughts of my wife’s mouth on me, of the wonderful mornings when I had awakened to the deft ministrations of Claire’s lips and tongue, flooded my mind. She would soon have me hard and close to climax with her oral skills. Then she would mount me and slide down onto my cock. As she rode me, Claire would play with her big, soft tits and massage her swollen clit. The sight added to my arousal. Opening my eyes and momentarily putting that erotic memory on hold, I retrieved my little bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. Coating a hand with the slippery gel, I wrapped it around my ...
    aroused cock. I slowly moved my hips, thrusting into my slick fingers the way I had into Claire’s pussy. I adjusted my grip, trying to make it feel as much like that warm, wet tunnel as I could. Closing my eyes again, I fucked my fist, trying to lose myself in the fantasy that it was Claire that I was fucking. The orgasm came on hard and fast. I groaned loudly and arched my body as cum exploded out on to my belly. In my youth, it would have reached my chest or even my neck. It was intense, as these morning sessions often were, and I was soon laying still and trying to catch my breath. The fantasy had fragmented. There was no Claire to hold, stroke, and kiss as I often had after morning lovemaking. It was just me, my cum-soaked belly, and my memories. As the cum began to run down on to the sheets, I opened my teary eyes and decided that it was time to clean up and get on with my day. I sat up in bed, ready to rise. Then I froze at the sight that greeted my eyes. Allison stood in my doorway in an oversized t-shirt. The hem was pulled up to allow her hand access to her pussy and she was almost frantically working herself with her fingers. Lost in whatever fantasy was arousing her, my nanny’s eyes were half-closed and she didn’t seem to me sitting there watching. Finally, a soft cry signalled Allison’s orgasm. She leaned against the door frame for support and kept masturbating until, apparently, the orgasm had passed. “Oh God,” Allison gasped when her eyes opened and she realized that ...
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