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Only A Memory (1/3)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Hello race fans. This is a really long story, about 15000 words. It
has a lot of sentimentality in spots, so beware. There are references
to drug and alcohol use, and sex between three people figures
prominently in part three. Hell, that's all part three is about,
really.
Caveat lector.
*1: Us*
I couldn't believe it when my kids threw me a surprise party this year.
Well, the party was really no surprise, because Scarlett, the oldest at
sixteen, kept asking me questions like "Is it really hard to bake a
cake?" and Jason, my fourteen year-old, has never been interested in
making sure that I had "a fun day out shopping" before. It was pretty
easy to tell they were up to something, especially since they started
being awfully polite and charming the day before my birthday. It just
isn't in character for them, you know what I mean? I love my kids, but
they're hellions just the same.
I suppose what I couldn't believe is that there were actually forty
candles on the cake. Scarlett and Jason had a good giggle at that:
"wow, looks like the whole table is on fire, Mom!" and "gee, if you get
any older we'll have to make a bigger cake" and all those great things
that kids think are so funny at sixteen... and twenty years later don't
find all that humorous anymore, somehow. Well, that's the breaks. I
had done just about the same thing to my parents.
It was a nice birthday, all in all. My husband Ben, who had reached the
dreaded four-oh two years ago, gave me a bra and panty set which was
made mostly out of hope, with a little lace tacked on. The kids went
wild when they saw it. I knew why Ben had given it to me in front of
them. He wanted to get a good chuckle out of my red cheeks as much as
he wanted to see my other cheeks hanging out of that little panty later
on. I resolved to be especially cruel to him on *his* next birthday.
"Wooooo!" Jason said, laughing like the very idea of me in sexy
underwear was ridiculous. "I bet you've never had anything like that
before! Heh heh heh."
"Yeah, what do you know." I stuck my tongue out at him. "You think I'm
some old maid? I was a kid once too, not-" I gave a sharp glance at
Scarlett, who seemed about to open her mouth, "-not that I was wearing
stuff like this when I was exactly a *kid*." I held the brassiere up to
the light and admired the way my wedding ring flashed through the
material. "Besides, your dad used to be well-known for trying to see up
girls' skirts in college, so I made sure I always had on nice
underwear." I laughed.
We all went out to dinner, and even the kids had some champagne. Ben
seemed to try to make this a jolly occasion indeed. Probably worried
that I was going to have a nervous breakdown because I could no longer
claim to be "thirty-something".
There was more champagne that evening, much later, after the kids had
finally decided to go to bed. One thing about the summertime, any
loving you try to get in just about has to be after midnight because the
kids go to bed so late. It's not that I didn't want them to know that
Ben and I were doing the dirty deed, after all, they would have been
pretty stupid not to figure it out; it's just that when I am in the
throes of passion I don't need to hear a little strand of giggles come
floating into the bedroom as some light sleeper walks down the hall to
the bathroom. Sort of dampens the mood.
"We are tearing up the Blockbuster card." Ben said firmly as he shut
the bedroom door. "I am really getting tired of them watching movies
until one a.m., even on a Friday." He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed
it in the direction of my reading chair by the window.
"Oh, come on." I picked up his shirt and put it in the laundry hamper.
"It's summer. They're supposed to be completely worthless and lazy,
it's their vacation." I kissed him and walked into the bathroom to
brush my teeth.
Ben followed me in and stood behind me, his arms encircling my waist.
"Yeah," he said softly, "but we both know how you are about...
spectators." He nuzzled my neck.
I laughed and toothpaste dribbled down my lip. "Well, I'm an old woman
now, and you have to make allowances for me. I just don't perform well
with an audience, seen or unseen." I rinsed out my mouth and turned
around in his arms. "Besides, who is it that always says "shhhh!" in my
ear? Huh? Huh?"
"Well." Ben coughed a bit, a wry look settling on his face as he turned
me around to face the mirror again. "Be that as it may... but if you're
an old woman, you sure don't look it, now do you?" He smiled at my
reflection.
I smiled back, but my eyes stayed on the woman in the mirror. I looked
pretty much like I always had, ever since I was a kid. Round face, dark
brown hair, the big brown eyes which I had always said were my best
feature; now those eyes looked even bigger because of the dark circles
under them at times, but all in all the same face I had looked at for
the last forty years. I didn't feel as if some momentous change had
overcome me the morning of my fortieth year, and I doubted one ever
would. I would just go on being me, more or less.
"At least my hair is going silver instead of grey." I plucked one from
my hairline and handed it to Ben. "Here, you can have this back."
"Huh?" He said, holding the strand in his fingers.
"Well, you gave it to me in the first place." I laughed, and he pinched
my bottom.
I pulled away from him and walked into the bedroom, turning out lights
as I went. I thought about how I had looked the same for so long now,
and for seventeen of those years had followed pretty much the same
routine as tonight. Brush your teeth, turn out the lights, take off
your clothes, get into bed. If he rolls up against you *this* way, and
you roll against him *that* way, you have sex. If you roll the other
way, or he grabs his pillow in another way, then you don't. I smiled to
myself. Sometimes I missed being young and single, but most of the time
I liked it this way. Besides, even if I was single again, I wouldn't be
young, so why even think about it.
"Um." Ben said. I turned to look at him, standing naked in the faint
glow from the nightlight in the bathroom. "I think I forgot to put the
clock out. Or I didn't wind the cat. Or something. Be right back."
He started for the bedroom door.
"Sweetie, don't you think you should put something on?" I sat down on
the side of the bed.
He made a rude noise at me and grabbed a bed pillow and stuck it in
front of his crotch. "Okay, I'm decent. Be back in a minute." I
watched his round little buns recede from me and go out the door.
I sat for a moment on the side of the bed, feeling the cool cotton of
the sheets against my thighs. Maybe all forty year old women don't
sleep in the nude, but I do. I feel strangled by clothes when I'm in
bed. Besides, I like to snuggle up against my husband's furry body.
When I was seventeen I would have gagged at the idea of liking a man
with hair all over his body, but I certainly learned to appreciate it on
a lot of cold winter nights.
Ben had a beautiful body, small and compact. His mom was a
second-generation Italian, his dad an American Indian. He had the huge
liquid eyes and brown skin of his mom, and the glittering black hair of
his dad. That hair might be thinning a bit on top, but it was still
luxuriously thick and soft everywhere else, and I loved to run my hands
through its waves. His chest and arms were muscular, large in
proportion to the rest of his body. I had spent quite a number of years
wondering if his big chest and my big tits would doom our daughter to a
life of porn movies or nude dancing but, to her immense irritation, it
looked like Scarlett was going to be almost flat-chested. Jason saw
that as immensely hilarious as of late.
I felt a slight flush as I thought of, for some reason, my wedding
night. I hadn't been a virgin, not by a long shot; I guess I had been
about as far from it as possible, considering that I was pregnant with
Scarlett already. Ben and I had been living together for over a year
anyway, so when I got knocked up we decided to do the conventional
thing, but somehow the whole shenanigan about getting married in a white
dress (my sister laughed a good bit over that) and driving away in a
limo to the bridal suite in a hotel made everything different that
night. I had been joking with Ben about it since we decided to get
married ("Well, at least I won't have to worry about having my period on
our wedding night, ha ha") but it had all seemed a little bit strange,
standing beside a big bed covered with pink satin sheets, a transparent
wisp of negligee falling from my shoulders to trail on the floor, with
my new husband naked and erect, reaching for me.
I shook my head to clear it, like they do in the movies. I heard Ben
coming up the stairs, talking to something, probably Biggles the cat,
who liked to lurk on the stairs and try to kill us. He was the exact
same beige shade as the carpet, and would flatten himself out on a dark
stair, then suddenly leap up before you almost stepped on him, trying
his damnedest to make you fall backward and break your neck. I think
someone told him he was the beneficiary of our life insurance, or
something. I heard a slight clink of glass on glass.
I jumped up from the bed and grabbed the little box my present from Ben
had come in, and tiptoed quietly into the bathroom and latched the door.
I heard the bedroom door open, and then close, Ben muttering under his
breath about sending Biggles to the taxidermist before his time, just
like he always did. I stifled a giggle and opened the linen closet,
pushing things around until I found what I wanted.
"Honey?" Ben called. "Where are ya?"
"I'm in the bathroom, where do you think?" I called out. "Don't get
your panties in a twist, I'll be through in a minute."
"I'm not wearing any panties." Ben's voice came from near the door.
"All the better to put you in awe of my manhood." There was a pause as
he waited for a retort, but I was too busy. "What are you doing in
there, anyway?"
"What do *you* normally do in a bathroom?" I said, getting things into
place. "Go away for a minute and let me finish in peace. Geez."
"We should put a refrigerator in there and you can just move in." I
heard Ben saying, his voice getting muffled as he moved away from the
door. "Women and bathrooms."
I smiled to myself and struck a match, lighting the scented candle on
the sink cabinet. I put a good dollop of bath oil in the tub and turned
on the water. Taking a last quick look in the mirror, I adjusted the
right strap of the lacy brassiere Ben had given me, making sure that my
nipple fell just right into the cut-out in the center. I wiggled my
hips a bit, letting the tiny straps of the g-string settle. I opened
the door and leaned against it, one arm high over my head, grasping the
doorframe.
"Come here, big boy. Let's get clean before we get dirty, eh?" I
smirked.
"Whoa." Ben reared up from where he had been lying on the bed and
whistled. "Hey lady, you better get out of here before my wife finds
you. I'm not allowed to look at beautiful girls in sexy clothes, you
know."
I crooked a finger in his direction. "Come here you. I told the old
lady to get lost for a while." As if my finger pulled a string attached
to his body, Ben leaped from the bed and grabbed a bottle of champagne
and two glasses and hurried into the bathroom.
The one thing I have always loved about Ben is that he is never
self-conscious about getting a hard-on. He's one of those guys whose
penis almost vanishes when it's soft, so it's a nice long enjoyable
process to watch it get hard. He knew I liked to watch it, and it
always seemed to turn him on even more to know I liked it; a sort of
happy circle of events. I could tell now by the way the wrinkles in his
cock were smoothing out that just the sight of me in his sexy underwear
was still enough to get him going. I laughed gaily to myself and
brushed the back of my hand against his cock. He pushed it against me
and lay his palms against my breasts.
"Nice nice nice." He kissed my neck and rubbed his hands against my
exposed nipples, his flesh warm as it rasped against my cool skin.
"Get in the tub, lover. This is your lucky night. I'm going to give
you a bath." I held up a big sponge.
"I'll get wet for you now if you get wet for me later." He said against
my neck. I shivered a little and giggled, then pushed him away.
"Come on, get in." I noticed as he pulled away that his cock had
lengthened even more, almost its full size, although it was not yet
hard.
Ben did as I asked, wincing slightly as his balls touched the hot water,
but finally settling in with a sigh. It wasn't often that either one of
us took the time for the luxury of a real tub bath, and it had been
years since we had had a bath together. I let the water reach high
against the side of the tub and then turned it off to a tiny trickle. I
got down on my knees beside the tub and swirled the sponge in the water.
"You look so nice by candlelight." Ben said, reaching over to touch my
hair. "Your hair is so shiny." He looked abashed for a moment, as if
he wanted to say something else, but didn't.
"You look good enough to eat, and I just might later on." I said,
kissing him. "Right now I reserve the right to inspect every part of
you at my leisure." I leaned over to get the bottle of Vitabath in the
rack beside the tub and my tits swayed with my movement. I felt two wet
fingers rub one nipple lightly.
"Lean forward." I said, and applied the sponge to his back. The
pungent smell of pine filled the warm air of the bath as I rubbed the
gel into the skin of his back. I heard him sigh again with pleasure.
"You look great in those. I knew you would. Then again, you'd look
good in anything." He made a sound low in his throat as I kneaded the
muscles in his shoulders. "Black looks good on you. Shows up your pink
parts nicely."
"The kids thought it was pretty funny." I chuckled quietly. "I guess
they find it hard to imagine that decrepit old people like us still get
it on."
"Oh, what vulgarity. 'Get it on' indeed. Don't you know it's 'doin'
the wild thang' now? Sheesh, where have you been?"
"Not sitting in front of MTV with Jason." I replied tartly. "Ogling
girls who are probably too young for *him*, let alone you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He laughed and looked back at me. "You 'fraid I'm
going to start dating Scarlett's girlfriends?" He made a kissing noise.
"Nah. You don't have an earring. They wouldn't want you. Besides,
you're a pervert and only I know how to deal with you."
"Yes, well. There is that, isn't there." He shifted slightly in the
water. "You gonna deal with me soon, I hope?"
"I would say hold on to your britches, but you aren't wearing any. But
anyhow... do you remember when we were teenagers, and thought the very
idea of our parents having sex was enough to make you vomit?"
Ben gave that kind of a cackle that passes for a laugh for him
sometimes. "I figured that mom and dad did it, but like with him on top
in the dark and for about two minutes." He seemed to think for a
moment. "Then again, it's sort of hard to look at the person who packed
you tuna-fish in your lunch for fifteen years and wonder if she gave
your dad a blow-job the night before."
"Oh, gross. You know that's not what I meant." I popped him over the
head with the sponge, making suds fly everywhere. "It's just that I
guess sex seems so exciting when you're that age that you find it
impossible to believe that your parents are... well, you know... *hip*
enough to do something that fun."
"Hip enough? Have you been listening to disco again? No, no, don't
slap me. Okay, yes. I know what you mean. Then again, maybe our
parents weren't hip enough. Well, mine anyway. You gotta remember that
as long as I lived under their roof mom and dad slept with their bedroom
door open."
"Yeah, but they were weird. After my dad died my mom told me he had a
mistress. That was so weird to hear out of my mom's mouth!"
"Yeah, I remember you came home from your mom's that day with your mouth
hanging open. You shouldn't let your mouth hang open like that. Makes
me wanna fill it up."
"You're a lech. Which is why I love you. But anyway. Yeah, she told
me that Dad had a mistress for all those years and a couple of
girlfriends too."
"Hey, wonder if he ever got up to some fun with all of 'em at once. Hey
hey!"
I was silent for a moment, scrubbing Ben's back. I cupped my hands and
filled them with water, letting it slide down his back, washing the
lather away. I put my hand to his shoulder and pushed him back, and he
reclined in the tub as far as he could so that I could get to his front.
"Ben..." I rubbed some Vitabath between my hands to warm it up a bit.
"Yes?"
"Um." I took a mental deep breath. "Okay. Let me tell this bang, like
we used to say. Have you ever been in a three way?"
"Huh?" Ben asked. "You know, Diane, you have the weirdest mind in the
world. What on earth made you ask that?" He laughed and squirted some
bathwater up into the air with his fist. "I mean, not that I mind you
asking or anything, but I mean this is a bit out of the blue, you know?"
He gave a little laugh again. "Are you getting kinky on me, lady?"
"You mean 'kinkier' I assume." I went about the business of putting a
dollop of bath gel on my sponge and applying it carefully to his chest,
only a slight smile on my face. "Okay, so you win, I'm a perv, I admit
it, but..." I glanced at his face and he seemed intensely interested;
a little inspection further south showed that he was intensely
interested indeed. I ran a finger over his most interested part and
watched it react, reaching higher above the surface of the water. "Well.
What I mean is..." I could feel my cheeks getting hot; dipping my hand
in the water, I put it to my face to cool my skin. "The thought of it,
you know..." I squirmed a little on the cold porcelain. "I don't mean
necessarily *now*, you know, but back then." I ignored his smirk and
continued. "You know, before we were married. The thought of seeing you
in action like that, well. The thought of it kind of turns me on, a
little bit. I mean, in theory..." I giggled a little.
There was a pause as Ben grappled with my question and how to answer it.
He was amused, that much was obvious, but it was a few heartbeats before
he spoke.
"I tell you what." Ben sat up suddenly, making a great splashing wave.
"Let's make this true confessions time. I'll tell you about something
that happened to me before we were married, and you tell me something.
I kind of get the feeling that I might learn a little something here."
He scooped water over his chest and shoulders and then stood up. "Now
take that candle and that bottle of champagne and get into bed. I'm
going to rinse off and I'll join you in a minute."
Ben looked at me sternly, his hand on his hip, and he looked so cute I
couldn't help but bite my lip to keep from grinning.
"Yes, sir." I said, and did as asked.
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continued in part two
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