Georgie Tells Her Tale At Last
You’re the first I’ve shared this with, and it’s taken thirty years. I was thirty nine at the time, stunningly attractive if I may say so myself.. Standing at five feet nine, legs as long as, well, you know how good long legs can look. Tight arse, and size 36C tits as firm as proverbial melons. At a size 10 I was model material, but never pursued that particular avenue, instead taking advantage of the pussy power I’d been blessed with to hook the college dream boy, the team captain, whose father owned a factory manufacturing lithium ion batteries and, well, loaded. Michael is his name. My husband that is, not the father, silly. Oh, and by the way, I’m Georgina. Georgie to my friends. I wasn’t quite noticed at all until about sixteen. Then at seventeen, wow, did I understand what pussy power was. The guys used to beg to date me, and I’m sorry, but I just took advantage of it. The meals, the gifts, especially the jewellery I suppose was meant for me to put out, but not me, no. Was I a tease? Maybe. But am proud to say that no-one got anywhere near putting a finger in me until I was eighteen, and that was all they got to put there, until Michael. He got to put whatever he wanted there. It was always important to me that the first time was with the man I was going to marry, and it was, but before the big day I did make sure I’d experienced another cock. Or was it three? Of course I remember, silly. It was actually five, but Michael never suspected, and only one of them ever got there more than once. About a dozen times, actually. I was drawn to him. Paul was his name. But he was only a mechanic, and I had designs on a different course in life. It was only right with the body I had.
Michael and I were married when I was twenty and he twenty one. Sex was good. I loved sucking his cock, and didn’t mind him coming in my mouth, but I wouldn’t swallow. Never have. And he respected that. Anal? Of course I let him try, but actually he struggled to get it in. Said he felt uncomfortable about it, especially as he liked putting it in my mouth throughout our love making. Fucking away he would be, then loved pulling it out and into my mouth. I didn’t mind tasting myself, but he said he didn’t want me to taste my arse, so basically anal was never really an option. But I’ll tell you this, because I never told him; I tried a few times getting a dildo in there, and it fucking hurt! So actually I’m not so regretting a little ATM not being on the cards occasionally. But am I digressing too much here? Maybe not. A little background information has to set the scene for you, doesn’t it? Well, within fifteen months we had little Cassie. Beautiful, like her mom, so why wouldn’t she be. And brunette, like her mom as well.. Didn’t I say so? Sorry, yes, I’m brunette, well was. I’m afraid that at nearly seventy now there are one or two, or maybe a few hundred grey hairs around now. Now listen carefully, please. What I’m about to share with you I have started to live over and over again now as I drift off to sleep. I know it happened. There was physical evidence I kept for years just to remind me that it did despite my being so, so ashamed of what went down. Yet there was never any hint from Michael, nor Cassie, that they at any time recalled anything. I dropped subtle hints. Nothing. And Michael’s mother, Margaret, was there at the time, but has long since passed on, bless her, and I just couldn’t ever bring myself to try and discover if she remembered anything. This is just so, so embarrassing that I’m cringing thinking about it. My heart is racing as I’m looking to get the first words out, but I will, as if it was happening right now, as it did happen. I promise you that this really happened.
Cassie had told Michael and me that she was bringing her boyfriend home as a sort of post-eighteenth birthday introduction to the new man in her life, and so could we prepare an early evening meal for them. There was a slight awkwardness with Michael’s mother Margaret, or Maggie, staying with us, and she could be a pain with new people, but as Michael’s father was away on some sort of battery conference there wasn’t much else that could be done about it, so we agreed. As it was coming up for six, the time of arrival, I was busy in the kitchen of our five-bedroomed detached home (with swimming pool, jacuzzi and sauna house, and granny annexe, oh and triple garage, with car port; just saying, I’m not really materialistic in any way, really) when the doorbell went. Michael was in the kitchen with me, and I told him to let them in. You can just about see the front door if you look down the length of the house from the kitchen, and what I saw when Michael opened the front door absolutely stunned me. Walking in beside my gorgeous girl, who stood just an inch or two shorter than me, was a silver-haired man of about sixty. Sixty, for fuck sake! And he was shorter than my baby. I saw them go into the living room by the entrance beside the front door. I could get there by the other exit from the kitchen into the dining area up into the spacious lounge, and threw the tea towel in my hand to the side and headed straight for it when the oven timer went off. “Fucking hell” I screamed. Oven gloves, roast out, heart racing. What the fuck is going on. I heard loud laughter coming from the living room. That’s it I thought, I’m going to have to find out just what this is all about and made to leave the kitchen then, only to be met by Michael. “You ok luv?” he asked. “Ok? Fucking ok? Is that him? He’s older than your dad.” “Calm down” He told me, and with that, Cassie came into the kitchen. “You look a bit tense mum. What’s occurring?” “You two have just got to be fucking kidding me” I almost shouted. “Cassie. I thought it was Anthony from college you were seeing?” I said. “It was. But I dumped him yesterday when I met Maurice.” “Maurice? Is that his name? Where did you meet him?” “He came up to me as I was walking in the park with Cynthia. He told Cynthia to go and she did, and he and I have been dating ever since.” “But he’s about sixty luv. What’s going on?” “He’s sixty five actually, and the funniest guy you’ll ever meet. And he’s kind, and generous.” “Calm down darling” Michael told me, again. “He really is a great guy. Come. Come and introduce yourself. And stay calm. Ok?” Stay fucking calm he says? Dirty old man thinking he’s getting involved with my beautiful girl? Oh no he’s not is all that’s on my mind as I approach him in the living room. He extended his hand. I took it instinctively, looking into his eyes I was about to tell him what for, when ouch. What was that? My head is suddenly aching. It’s throbbing. It’s hurting. I’m seeing stars. He’s still clasping my hand. I’m sure I heard him say “Sit down Georgie, it’ll pass very quickly.” I sat down with him still holding my hand. For a moment I don’t quite know where I am. The haze is passing quickly now though. Who is this man I’m asking myself. “I’m Maurice, Georgie. How do you do?” “I’m fine, thank you, I think” I answered. I know there’s something that needs be said to this man, but for the moment I’m just feeling like I’ve been hit on the head with a shovel. “That’s good, that’s good Georgie. Cassie tells me you’ve prepared a nice meal for us so we might get to know each other a little better?” “Yes.. Yes, it’s almost ready” I said looking into his eyes, finding myself already warming to him. “Why don’t you take a seat at the table?” I asked him. “I will. In a moment.” He said. “But first I need to make sure that you’re comfortable with me being here. That would be very important to me.” “Of course, of course I said. It’s a pleasure to meet you.. But who are you again?” “I’m Cassie’s new boyfriend. That must please you mustn’t it?” “Yes, yes it does” I told him. And it did. The way this man was dressed. His smile. Those wonderful eyes. The way he smelt. My mind starting wandering. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that I’d become a little moist between the legs. “Yes, we met in the Park yesterday. Have got to know each other very well in just a short space of time” he explained. I said “that sounds very romantic,” and for some reason, and I just couldn’t tell why, I knew I really was moist down there. I couldn’t stop looking at his face. His smile. Those eyes. You know, he was still holding on to my hand. Took it between both of his, resting them on his thigh. He was talking and I was hearing, but not listening. The fact that he was talking to me just relaxed me so much. I’d calmed right down by now, yet didn’t know why I wouldn’t be calm. “Yes, dinner is very soon, Maurice. Why don’t you let me show you to your chair?” I said. “That would be nice, Georgie” he replied, “But if you would like to first, and it’s no problem for me if you do, and you really want to, why don’t you nip to the bathroom for a few minutes now and finger yourself for a bit. And maybe don’t put your panties back on when you return.” I thought what a strange thing to suggest. I’ve only just met this guy and he’s suggesting what? I just toddle off and finger myself because he’s suggested it. He’s got to be kidding, right? Yet for the life of me I just cannot explain this, I said “Ok. If you wouldn’t mind I’ll be a few minutes then. I’m sure Michael or Cassie will be setting the table soon.” I virtually ran to the downstairs bathroom and ripped my panties off, fingering myself frantically until I came in about two minutes, or was it one, squirting all over the tiled floor. I don’t remember secreting that much in one go before. Ever. Fucking hell I thought. What a guy. What a lucky girl my Cassie was to have bumped into this man yesterday. Calm down I told myself. Ease up. I wonder whether they’ve fucked though. I bet they have. And I felt a bit jealous, actually. In fact as I walked back into the living room a real sense of despondency came over me that I hadn’t been walking in the park myself yesterday. I noticed Maggie for the first time since he’d arrived, sitting at the end of the table she was. I could see some cloth on the carpet by her feet as well, and only realised as I got closer that it was a pair of panties. Hers I’d guessed.
The table was already set. I sat down with Maggie to my left and Maurice was opposite. “How was it Georgie?” he asked. “Intense” I said, “very intense.” “Good. Maybe there’ll be time for some more later?” he suggested. I don’t think so, mister, I thought. That was an absolute one-off. And I know I have to discuss something with you anyway. “Here we are” announced Cassie as she and Michael brought in trays of food for the table. Cassie sat diagonally opposite me, beside Maurice, and Michael to my right at the other end to his mother. The meal was good, if I may say so myself. Compliments to the chef. Whoops that’s me I giggled to myself. We engaged in the usual small talk. A little about Cassie and Maurice’s first day together. I know I wasn’t concentrating hard enough as I was certain that at one point Cassie explained how she’d sucked-off Maurice behind a bush in the Park just after meeting him. Neither Michael, nor Maggie had taken any notice of that, so I decided from then on to concentrate a little more than I had been. “Dessert soon is it Georgie?” Maggie asked me. “Yes, Maggie. Michael’s on serving” I said. Then I noticed it. Hold on a minute Cassie, I’m thinking. It’s a bit obvious what you’re doing my darling. “Cassie” I almost shouted. She ignored me, her head still bobbing up and down in Maurice’s lap. “Cassie, for Christ’s sake, what are doing?” I screamed louder. She looked up. Lipstick smeared around her lips. She wiped a heavy volume of saliva away from around her mouth, “I’m having dessert” she replied, smiling, and moved her head back down again to Maurice’s lap. I turned to Michael. He looked at me and just raised his eyebrows. “Come on” I said as I stood up and then sort of froze when he looked at me from across the table and said “relax Georgie, relax.” “It’s just not right, Maurice” I said. “At the dinner table? Come on.” “I think you want some really Georgie, don’t you.” “What? No.” I said. “No. Of course not.” Then his stare intensified. Straight at me, smiling, he told me “You’ve wanted this in your mouth from the moment you met me haven’t you Georgie?” “No. Why do you say that?” I’m then thinking who does this guy presume he is, but yet, and again I can’t explain why, I just couldn’t help but surrender to it, the overwhelming desire I suddenly had to have his cock in my mouth. I’d tried hard to convince myself no, but he was right. From the moment we shook hands I’d wanted to taste him. To taste his cum actually. To swallow it. And I didn’t do that for just anybody. Well nobody, actually. Ever. “Yes. Yes I have.” I just couldn’t resist saying it. “Have what Georgie?” Maurice asked. “I’ve wanted to suck your cock from the moment I saw you.” “Well, round you come then. Get on your knees beside me.” I looked at Michael. He just smiled and tilted his head in Maurice’s direction. As I walked past him I brushed his shoulder blades with the palm of my left hand. I just had to let him know in some small way that I was really still his despite what I was about to do, in front of him. I knelt down beside Maurice. I looked back up at Michael, now behind me. He mouthed the words “go on” and I turned back to watch Cassie still going up and down on this cock. Come on, don’t be so fucking greedy child, I thought. “That’ll do for the time being Cassie. Mummy’s turn” Maurice told her. “Now Georgina. Tell me how much you want this.” “Very much” I said. “Please” I said. “Again” he said. “Please, please may I take your cock in my mouth” I said. “Yes, you may” he said, pushing back into the seat, ready. As I lowered my head I felt a heat between my thighs that I just didn’t recognise, it was so intense. I kissed the head, gently, twice. I licked it. Ran my tongue up and down the shaft, and around the head, then took it in. Went down as far as I could before sensing a gag, and my lips still hadn’t reached his pelvis. I drew slowly up, then down, up and down, without my lips passing completely over it. I was about to quicken the pace when he said “enough Georgie. Yes, that’s enough.” I withdrew off it. Looked up at him. Is that all I get to do I thought. Surely not. He smiled. “We mustn’t get too carried away quite yet. Why don’t you get yourself upstairs now and change out of those clothes into something a little more, erm, horny?” He told me. “Ok. Yes. Yes, I will” I said. “Oh, and Georgie” he called to me as I was walking away. “Do you have anything like a butt plug around somewhere. A good size one?” “No” I said “I have no use for one.” “I have mum” said Cassie. Bottom drawer beside the bed, in the soap box.” “Ok” I said and turned again. “Georgie” he cried out again, and I turned, again, virtually at his command, and I was uneasy with that. “Make sure the butt plug is in place before you come down, ok?” “Yes, ok.” I said, and finally got out of the room.
I had the gear. I had the stockings, suspender belt, push up bra. In black and white. And I put the black on. I lubricated the butt plug and pushed it in. It took a few pushes, but I did eventually get it in. As I walked down the stairs I found the sensation arousing, wondering what else was to come, but far more intriguingly, wanting to know who this man was who was taking advantage of me and my family. I knew something wasn’t quite right. As much as I was desperate to have his cock in my mouth again, I knew none of this was right.
As I entered the living room I found myself mesmerised by the sight before me. Maurice was on the sofa with Cassie kneeling before him sucking his cock, which was not so much the sight beholding me as I’d witnessed that earlier. No, rather than this it was seeing Michael fucking his mother from behind with her head buried in the sofa beside Maurice. “Yes Michael, yes Michael” Maggie was screaming. “Fuck me. Fuck mummy. Please fuck me.” “Come over Georgie” Maurice beckoned. I reached them, and from the different angle could see that Michael was actually in his mother’s arse. There was only a stroke or two more before Michael screamed in ecstasy as he does at orgasm, collapsing on top of his mother when spent. “Michael, dear boy, move aside for Georgie to get in down there” Maurice told him. Get in down there? What did he mean I’m thinking? What does he expect I’m going to do down there, now? “Georgie” Maurice said, softly for a change. I looked at him. Those eyes. That smile. “Get yourself down there behind the mother in law and clean that arse for her.” Torn between sort of pleasing Maurice and realising that things were now getting out of hand, I tried to reason with him. “No Maurice, no. That’s absolutely disgusting. No. Please no. Maurice, no” I was, like begging him. “Georgie” he said like a stern father now to the daughter he was chastising. “On your knees.” I dropped to my knees. “Start licking and sucking that arse. Go on.” Pleasing him had become very important to me. I moved my mouth towards it. “Pull the cheeks apart” he told me. I did. I just did it. Don’t ask me why, I just did. And I licked the cum from her arse cheeks, her arsehole, and sucked at the hole as I pulled the cheeks apart. I couldn’t tell if I liked the taste, or the smell. I just wanted Maurice to see me doing what he’d told me to do. I was beginning to feel that pleasing him was the most important purpose I had right then. I must have swallowed a bit, but held most of it in my mouth, now mixed with my saliva. I looked at Maurice. He said “Now swallow.” I wanted to say no, but swallowed instead, to please him. “Maggie. Shift your arse now. Why don’t you go sit on the armchair there and have a little play with yourself?” Maurice told her. “Oh, yes please Maurice. Thank you. I will” she said as she got up to go and sit down. “Michael. I think the table needs a good clearing up now.” “Ok, Maurice. I’m on it” Michael replied. “And Georgie. Sit yourself up here beside me. Cassie. Give it a rest now and you sit here, on the other side of me” he sort of just directed us. She withdrew her mouth from his cock. “That’s good. Now listen carefully, here’s what I’m thinking will work for us this evening, ok?” “Ok Maurice” Cassie and I both replied. “What is it, nearly eight o’clock now? I’ll have a couple of beers” he said. “We’ll watch a bit of porn on the box and get up to bed for nine. What do you say?” “Bed for nine?” I asked. “Yes.. I’ll be staying the night in your bed, Georgie, with you and Cassie. Michael can give his mum another seeing to in her room and in the morning we can have a nice breakfast before, I’m afraid, I’m going to have to leave you.” “Do you have to go?” I asked. “Of course Georgie. I get bored, see, but don’t worry, there’s plenty for us to get up to before we doze off later.” I can’t put into words the disappointment I felt then at the prospect of him leaving the next morning. I was certainly going to make him the best breakfast he’s ever had, but did also wonder that if I really pleased him later then he just might stay a little longer. I knew Cassie was going to be involved as well, but I felt it my responsibility to take control of that situation as need be. Maurice had his beer, and we watched some girl on girl action on tv. It never really appealed to me, but when Maurice said that Cassie and I could experiment a bit in front of him later I found myself more and more interested in the techniques I was seeing on the tv before me. Oh, and by the way, that butt plug was still in my arse.
“Up we go then” Maurice announced. Before then he’d sent Michael and Maggie upstairs to bed, but not before he got Michael standing in front of us with Maggie sucking on her son’s cock. He was looking directly at me, smiling as she was sucking, and I have to say that it did make me feel really uncomfortable. He didn’t come. No, apparently he was due to deposit in his mum’s arse, again, at some point upstairs. I have to tell you though, for a woman in her sixties she really did give good head. Nothing I could teach her I thought as both she and Michael were getting up to leave the living room. “Ok then Maurice” Cassie responded, as did I. We followed him up and at the top of the stairs he let me lead the way in to the master bedroom. Spacious, as you’d imagine. Along with the Kingsize bed there was the dressing table, two armchairs, fitted wardrobes, and of course the ensuite bathroom. “Sit yourself down on the armchair Georgie” he told me. Why I thought. Why me. I did though. Sat down as he said. “Spread your legs Georgie” he said. “And start masturbating for us.” And by that I assumed he meant him and Cassie. Why not her instead of me, I thought. Why me. But I started fingering myself anyway, as he’d told me. I thought that if I put on a good show then he might want me instead. He then lay on his back on the bed, propping his upper body up on the pillows. He whispered something to Cassie and she immediately went down on him, making sure her hair was pushed behind her head as she was looking directly at me with his cock in her mouth, so I could see all that was happening. “Pull on those nipples Georgie” he said, so I did. Fingers of my right hand inside me and pulling each nipple in turn with my left, I was beginning to get really, really hot. Nipples hard, I started caressing my tits, individually. He was watching. Smiling. As much as I was getting close to coming I was angry, and jealous. Why not me. Why isn’t my mouth round that cock? “Come Georgie.. Go on. Come” he told me. And I did. Fucking hell I did. As he’d told me to. I just screamed. And I squirted again, all over the armchair onto the carpet, and although I always got wet, it was never like this. “My turn Maurice. Please it’s my turn” I begged him. He just smiled and she just continued sucking. I got off the chair, I knelt beside the bed. I was touching his lower leg with my hands, almost gripping it actually. Moving them up, getting that much closer to what I wanted in my mouth so much. “Please, please, Maurice. Why are you doing this to me” I screamed. “You want it then Georgie?” he asked? “Of course I do. Please.” “Ok then. A little test of your desire first then” he said. What test, I thought? “You ready Cassie?” he said. “Yes” she replied as she pulled her mouth off his cock for the first time in absolutely ages. “Georgie” he said, “lie down on you back on the floor where I can see you from here.” “Ok” I said, “but hurry, please” and I manoeuvred to an area with a view from the bed. “Mummy’s going to drink some pee pee” Cassie started saying. “What?” I screamed and half rose. “No. Maurice. No. What are you doing? No, please no.” Cassie had reached the edge of the bed and was looking at me, smiling. “Mummy’s going to drink Cassie’s pee pee..” “Look at me Georgie” he sort of ordered me, again, and I did. “It’s just a little bit of fun, Georgie, that’s all. Now you must be a little thirsty after squirting that all over the carpet mustn’t you?” “I suppose I am” I said, and actually I was. I was still looking at him staring at me. “Now you’re going to lie down on your back Georgie, and Cassie’s going to straddle your face, ok?” “Ok then” I said, and lay back down. As she sat astride my chest looking down at me she blew me a little kiss before manoeuvring herself further up so as to line her pussy up with my mouth. I just don’t know why, but I had an overwhelming urge to lick it. My eighteen-year old daughter’s pussy I wanted to lick, but I didn’t get to before she said “open up mummy” and I just managed to say “not too much please darling, because of the carpet” before it started streaming down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, as quickly as I could, but some still went down the sides of my mouth onto the carpet. She finished quicker than I’d anticipated and leant down to kiss me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I let her. We kissed, I guess for over a minute before she got up off me and went and laid on her back on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs. I was looking directly at it. I was drawn to it. I hesitated, until Maurice said “go on Georgie. Taste it.” I crawled slowly towards it. Maurice moved from where he was to lie on his stomach beside my baby girl, his face inches away from where I was focussing. I reached it. I looked at him. Those eyes. I looked back at it and then started to gently lick. First the clit. Then the lips. Then I pulled them apart and started a wider motion with my tongue, then I started sucking that little bud and heard my baby girl start to moan. “Yes, mummy” she said. “That’s it.. Just there.” I sucked. I licked. I’d learned quite a bit from the movie downstairs and as this was, after all, my daughter, I was going to make sure that if the first time a licked a pussy was hers then it would be a tongue lashing to remember. I quickened my pace. Her breathing and moaning heavier. I can’t say how long I was at it, but she came, and I knew she had because she squirted all over my face! Like mother like daughter I felt. Good girl. “Good show. Good show” said Maurice. “Now Georgie, is that arse of yours ready for some action?” I wasn’t sure. It was only when he’d said it that I remembered I’d had that plug in it all that time. I hadn’t needed the bathroom otherwise I’d have remembered of course, but going through the whole evening without even a little squeak escaping from there I got to worry now for what might suddenly expel itself once it was removed. Turns out I needn’t have worried, for as he lined up behind me and pulled the plug out it was immediately refilled with his cock. I felt no pain, just absolute pleasure. He told me to finger myself and rub my clit whilst he was in there and I just came within about a minute. Not once, not twice, but three fucking times. I had no idea I’d be so multi orgasmic with an arsefuck, but was I just. I just screamed, and screamed, and of course squirted all over the carpet each time. I was so carried away that I didn’t actually see Cassie position herself under me so as to collect some of what I was ejaculating into her mouth. He didn’t come inside me. I heard him shout at Cassie “open!” and as I looked back through my arms and dangling 36c’s I saw that he was shooting in her mouth. She swallowed it all and then pulled his cock into her mouth to clean it. I just collapsed beside the bed, exhausted. The last thing I remembered was him saying “sleep now Georgie.” I woke up in the middle of the night, cold, still on the floor. I could see Maurice and Cassie were asleep in the bed. I went to find Michael, and sure enough he was in bed with Maggie, cuddling as lovers do post-fuck. I slept some more in the guest room and woke again the next morning. I heard noise downstairs and when I went to see what was going on found Michael, Cassie and Maggie around the breakfast bar. “Where’s Maurice” I asked. “Who luv” Michael responded. “Maurice, mum? Who’s Maurice?” Cassie asked. “Your boyfriend” I said. “You brought him here for dinner last night.” “No way mum. I was shattered when I got in and went straight to bed. You and dad had a meal ready, to have with grandma here, but I understood you were having a quiet one in.” “Maggie?” I said. She looked at me, and I’m certain to this day that she knew who I was talking about, but instead said “sorry sweetheart. I went up after we ate leaving you two down here.” “Michael” I said, “when did we go to bed then?” “About ten, and straight off to sleep” he answered with a wink and a smile as if that was not quite how quickly we went off. I stood there. A little stunned. Terribly confused. And actually, quite sore. In both places down there. This was no imaginary thing. I went upstairs. I checked the bedroom carpet for dampness. It was dry. But I smelt it. Yes, I thought. Yes. That’s me for sure. My hand went instinctively down to my clit, and I started to rub. Then stopped suddenly in quiet realisation of what I was doing. What the fuck had happened yesterday I thought as I sat down resting against the bed. What the fucking fuck.
Thirty years ago next week that was. And it happened. Embarrassed am I? Absofuckinlutely. Ashamed? Not so much. That day, and night, taught me a lot about myself and how I’d actually taken always being in control for granted. It showed me also that there was something in me needing to be controlled as well, as I’d lived my life exploiting the power between my legs. I met a woman through an onsite forum type thing soon after that day, and we met up for quite a while. She was a little older than me and was the best lesson in humility I could have ever had. When she fucked me in the arse with a strap-on I always had to beg for it, and call her ma’am. I often wonder whether without Maurice I would have found myself that way, but I did, and I suppose I’m a little grateful for that. I can’t finish the story here though without assuring you that it’s absolutely true. All of it. There’s absolutely no way anyone could have the imagination to dream up a story like this, is there?