Meeting Sara

We arrived at George and Norma’s place about 10:00 Saturday morning, and Norma took me into the kitchen to meet her mom. Norma introduced us. “Mom, this is Darrell, Francine’s new husband. Darrell, meet my mom Sara.” Sara was wearing a low backed, filmy cotton sundress. She was barefoot. I extended my hand to shake hers, but instead of shaking my hand, Sara threw both arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. Her kiss lingered just a little long for meeting a new relative. “Pleased to welcome you into the family,” she announced, then squeezed her whole body tightly against mine. At age 82 Sara was very fit, tall and slender. “I’m pleased to finally get to meet you,” I replied.

As Sara and I sat down at the kitchen table, Norma announced, “I need to get us some groceries. Darrell, do you think you can keep Sara company for a couple hours while I drive across town to the supermarket?” “Sure,” I answered. “I’ll be glad to get to know her better.” Norma looked across at her mom. Sara said, “Take all the time you need at the supermarket, honey. Darrell and won’t have any trouble getting better acquainted.” Norma’s face broke into a wide, knowing grin, and she turned and went out to her car. As Norma backed out of the driveway, Sara reached across the kitchen table and took my hand. “Come sit with me on the living room sofa where it will be more comfortable,” she invited me.

The upholstered sofa in Norma’s living room was wide enough to sit three people comfortably, but Sara took a seat directly on the center cushion, and then patted the cushion next to her for me to take my place. When I sat down, our hips were touching. “I sure like the way you kiss, Darrell,” Sara announced. I didn’t need any further encouragement. “I can do better,” I told her, as I put both my arms around her shoulders and drew her gently toward me. “Let’s try it again.” I put my mouth on hers, and as she kissed me back, I pressed my tongue against her lips. Her tongue found mine and we began an ardent, wet French kiss for several seconds. Sara took a breath and told me, “Norma has told me you would probably be a good lover.” She kissed me again, deeply, and began rubbing the crotch of my jeans.

Sara turned to face me, kneeling on the floor at my feet. She unbuckled my belt and slid my jeans and boxers off my hips and down below my knees. She took my cock in both her hands and began stroking and sucking it. My body responded immediately.