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Old Fart's Second Chance - 1
by LaPetiteMort (highwater08@comcast.net)

***

An older man befriends a young mother and her daughter 
to the great pleasure of them all. (MFg, ped, 1st, rom)

***

This is such an unlikely story about a mature man, a 
young mother and her daughter. I want to tell you all 
the long details how it all began. Then maybe, you will 
realize the story is true as the chapters get hot and 
strange. Today my life has moved on; all is in the 
distant past now. I often reminisce how love and sex 
roared back into my life after I had given up on both.


For most of the work days during the last year I had 
watched her come into MickyD's about nine a.m. She 
reminded me of my wife thirty years ago – blond, five-
six, 135 pounds, very feminine, blue eyes, clear skin 
and shy. Usually she bought something off the dollar 
menu to go with the coffee she brought from home. She 
would sit a few minutes browsing through the courtesy 
newspapers. Often she would take a section with her 
when she left. We would nod to each other and smile, 
then go our separate ways.

Today, something was wrong. She was agitated; her eyes 
were teary; she only ate half of her sausage biscuit. I 
waited for her by the trashcans.

"You look so sad today. Are you alright?"

She wished I had not spoken but struggled out a few 
words, "Oh, I'm fine, but thanks for asking."

"We see each other every day, have never met and have 
never talked. I'm Sam Cole." I gave her my best smile 
and extended my hand.

"Nice to meet you Sam. I'm Jenny Jackson. I have to get 
going or I'll be late for work."

"Nice to me you too Jenny. Sorry you have to rush off."

She hurried past me, still very preoccupied.

Over the next few weeks, we worked up from a few words 
to sitting and talking for half an hour. Jenny was 32, 
divorced from an abusive husband and had an eleven-year 
old daughter, Millie, who was starting to cause 
trouble. Jenny worked as a waitress at a nearby steak 
house and was trying to take college courses toward a 
nursing degree.

Gradually, a very unlikely friendship grew between me, 
a sixty-plus lonely widower and this overworked, 
stressed beauty. One Tuesday night, she agreed to let 
me fix dinner at my house for her and her daughter. 
Seems young Millie was always complaining about having 
to cook and fend for herself.

"Sam your house is so big and nice. Don't you get lost 
in it all by yourself and get tired of taking care of 
so many rooms?"

Millie was wandering around as her mom and I got the 
food onto the table. "I have help. Besides it has been 
home for many years. I would probably be lost anywhere 
else and feel cramped in a smaller place."

"It's really pretty, isn't it Millie?"

"He has a pool that is indoors and goes out outside, a 
dog and a cat."

"Two cats, Millie, and some fish in the pond out back. 
I'll give you the outside nickel tour when you come 
over during the daytime."

Dinner was pleasant. Millie was very courteous, bright 
and curious. Not what I expected from Jenny's stories 
of being called to the school to discuss bad attitude, 
foul language, not doing assignments and being caught 
making out with a boy on the school bus. I liked the 
lanky, fifth grader instantly. My kids were grown and 
moved away. The grand kids hardly knew me. Millie 
relished in having a male around. I was not the 
responsible mother figure or the judging female 
competition. Jenny really enjoyed being catered to and 
the non-work related adult conversation.

The night went so well, Tuesday night dinner at my 
house became a regular date for a couple of months. 
Then one spring Saturday afternoon, I had heated the 
pool and we had a pool party so Millie could learn to 
swim. For Jenny it was still too cold for swimming, but 
Millie loved the water, horsing around with me, 
learning to float, kick and do the crawl stroke. While 
Jenny dozed on a chase lounge in the sun, Millie became 
more and more bold wrapping her legs around my waist 
and copping a feel once or twice.

"Quit your teasing, Millie. You need a young boyfriend 
to turn on. Not me."

Her eyes twinkled and a new coy, almost adult, look 
spread across her face. "Am I turning you on?"

I decided to scare her a little, so with her wrapped 
around me, I swung around and slammed her back into the 
side of the pool, thrusting my half hard cock against 
her covered pussy. "Yes, and you should quit. I'm a 
man. I may be old but I'm not dead. You seem to 
naturally know how to use that hot young body of 
yours."

Millie's eyes were wide and her mouth hung open in 
surprise. She unlocked her legs and slid down off me.

"You did very well for your first swimming lesson. 
Let's see you practice some more."

In early May, Jenny asked if Millie, for the next four 
weeks, could hang out with me at my house for the three 
hours between school letting out and her getting home 
from work. Millie was once again getting into trouble 
in those three hours. Of course, I said yes. This 
exposed Millie to my routine, my work and all that was 
in my house. About a week after she started coming 
over, I was behind on my writing and was typing away in 
my office when she knocked on the closed door.

"May I come in?"

"Just a minute." I went out of the office to meet her. 
"Millie, you can go into my office, but first I want to 
talk with you. I collect a lot of unusual art and I 
write fiction stories. Some are sci-fi, some are 
mysteries, but many are erotic and fetish stories. I 
will answer any questions you may have about what you 
see in my office. However, our conversations must be 
between us. Many people would not understand my 
interests."

Her answer was weak and girlish, "I won't tell anyone."

I opened the door for her. The large masculine office 
was filled with framed prints and originals from 
Sorayama, Olivia, Cleavenger, Luis Royo, Huerta, 
Mobius, Gray, Diez, Dutkiewicz, Koufay, Sugar and 
others. I went back to typing while Millie roamed the 
room and got exposed to a hundred new ideas.

It was about time for Jenny to pick Millie up, so I 
pulled her into the kitchen. "Millie, think about what 
you have seen. Remember, I'll answer any of your 
questions each day you are here, as long as you accept 
my answers without judgment and decide for yourself 
what is right for you."

She did not speak but the wheels were spinning almost 
out of control. Her breathing was irregular. I could 
feel the heat from her body. Her scent was female. I 
had never had a sexual desire for a child. I really 
didn't have one now. Millie was not acting like a 
child.

A tired Jenny retrieved Millie and they disappeared 
into the evening.

The next day, I could tell Millie was bubbling over 
with questions, so I set in an easy chair in the 
office, read and waited.

"The girls that are tied up seem to like it."

"When you fantasize, there are some ideas that turn you 
on sexually. That is true for everyone. But not 
everyone is turned on by the same thoughts. Some people 
like the idea of being dressed in rubber, wearing tight 
clothes, showing off their bodies, being frightened, 
being tied up or a million other things."

"Even pain?"

"You will learn that pleasure can be so intense that it 
is almost painful. And, yes, some people like to be 
spanked, restricted, and even tortured a little. In the 
right situation, with the right partner, almost 
anything can be good – playing with food, being 
dominate, being submissive. Rape is a horrible thing, 
yet, some people like to imagine being forced."

"They don't teach that in sex ed."

"No, and that is why so many people think they are 
freaks, abnormal and the only one who wants to be 
massaged with warm oil with a dozen hands or have their 
toes sucked or pretend they are an infant and suckle 
from the breast of a nursing mother. Some things will 
sound silly to you. But some things you like will sound 
silly to someone else. Still, when you find the right 
partner, and you trust each other, you will want to 
cater to his wishes and he will want to please you by 
catering to yours."

"Are you turned on by any fetishes?"

"That is a very personal question and I would have to 
trust you a lot to open up that much to you. The best 
way for me to trust you is for you to tell me what 
turns you on."

Millie ignored my challenge. "Does everyone do things 
like in these pictures?"

"Definitely not. Sex is the greatest plaything that 
adults have, but it invokes very powerful feelings. 
Some people cannot handle those feelings and are too 
afraid to admit what they like. So they don't share 
openly, play or ever risk getting that close to another 
person. For them, it is easier to be alone or accept 
average or poor sex."

"I asked mom why she didn't date you and have sex with 
you. You are the only man she ever sees outside work. 
She said that you are too old to have an interest in 
such things."

"She did, did she? That little girl has a lot to 
learn."

Her playful eyes glistened, "Are you going to teach 
her?"

"Did we hit upon one of Millie's fetishes?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to be taught, pleased and directed by a 
more experienced lover? Do you want to experience all 
that your body can give you? Do you want to see your 
mother forced to scream because her pleasure is so 
great?"

"How would I know? I'm a kid."

"You are old enough and interested enough to ask. Don't 
play, "I'm a kid" with me. Has all this talk and all 
these pictures had an effect on you. Is you pussy wet?"

Millie was shocked by what I had asked her and the word 
"pussy."

"Well, Millie, are you going to answer me? Or are you 
afraid of letting me know that much about you?"

"Yes, I'm wet."

"Tell me, what is wet?"

She hesitated, "My pussy is wet."

"Do you play with it often?"

She was getting used to being shocked. After a pause, 
"Yes."

"Tell me how you do it."

"I ---- I can't."

"That is alright, if you don't want to tell me. You are 
my equal in this conversation."

"No, I want to tell you. I like what I feel when we 
talk. If I tell you, will you tell me how you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Play with yourself."

"Masturbate, jack off?"

"Yes."

"Use the words. Words are not dirty, evil or wrong. 
Sometimes you have to use words cautiously based on 
circumstances. You wouldn't say "pussy or cock" in 
anatomy class." 

Millie giggled at my example. "That would scare the 
hell out of my teachers."

"Yes, it would. Many are frustrated and uptight because 
they cannot be open with their partners."

"Mom should get laid."

"Why do you say that?"

"She is worried and unhappy a lot, about money and 
everything. Maybe some sex would make her lighten up."

"You are very wise for and eleven year-old."

"Twelve next week."

"I didn't know. We'll have to have a party and you will 
have to give me some hints about what you want for a 
present."

We both heard Jenny drive into the driveway. "Let's 
send you on your way. And, yes, I would."

"Would what?"

"I would tell you how I jack-off, if you told me first 
how you masturbate."

Millie's face was bright red when I opened the door for 
her mother. 

Each day Millie opened up more and more. She had 
endless questions and we had long discussions. Some 
were quite kinky. There were questions about pee play 
and fisting. They showed that she had been on the 
Internet and knew a lot more than she had originally 
let on. We talked a lot about her having the right to 
always decide her own limits. She was positive that 
oral sex, anal sex, sex during periods and water sports 
were things she would never do. 

"Millie, usually, people get so turned on to each other 
that sometimes things like that happen. Maybe only once 
and you decide "never again" or you discover it was ok, 
something you would do for your partner or something 
you even enjoyed. In any case, you get to decide for 
yourself."

Jenny and I had an all day party for Millie on Friday, 
Jenny's new day off. Millie played hooky, we went 
shopping, ate out, went to an afternoon movie and had 
cake and ice cream at my house after I served her 
favorite meal of lasagna, made to Jenny's 
specifications. About nine we were all settled in the 
den.

"Millie how was your twelfth birthday? Did you have 
fun?"

"Yes, but….."

"Oh, the infamous "But." Dare we ask, "But What?""

"I wish you and mom could spend some time together and 
get to know each other like we do."

"I would like that, but that would be up to you mom. 
Remember she thinks I'm a worn out old man."

We were talking about Jenny as if she were not there.

"Your mom works very hard and goes to school. She is 
tired. She wouldn't have enough energy left to spend 
time with an energetic man like me."

Jenny did not take the bait that night. I sent them 
home smiling with lots of extra food, presents and full 
stomachs.

School got out for the summer on a Friday. I did not 
expect to see either Millie or Jenny but the doorbell 
rang about noon. There was Jenny.

"What a pleasant surprise. Come in, I'll make another 
pot of coffee."

"I had rather have a glass of wine and see your 
office."

"Your daughter cannot keep a secret. Now the world will 
now know I'm a sexual being."

"She just told me that you have a good reason to keep 
your office's door closed and that I should sneak a 
peek."

"Go ahead but you should have a couple of glasses of 
wine first."

I stayed in the kitchen while Jenny explored. She was 
gone for about thirty minutes. Her face was flushed 
when she returned. I did not stand but I pushed a chair 
out for her. She sat down. I refilled her glass. She 
downed it and held her glass out and started.

"That is quite a room. Especially for a twelve year old 
to see."

"Your twelve year old is way ahead of that room. With 
the internet, TV and movies they learn quickly these 
days."

"I suppose so."

I remained quiet. Waiting.

"Some of those pictures are very arousing and 
disturbing."

I stood, pulled her up with her wine in hand and guided 
her back to the office. "Show me which ones you find 
arousing."

Jenny started to object. "Don't look at me and get 
embarrassed. Look at the pictures and point out the 
ones you like and tell me why. Just like at the art 
gallery."

At first she rambled but soon a pattern emerged. She 
liked the female submissive pictures. She kept 
returning to one Sorayama that depicted multiple 
penetrations of a helpless nude woman by a many 
tentacled alien. I maneuvered her directly in front of 
the very graphic print, took her wine from her, wrapped 
my arms around her waist and spoke softly into her 
right ear so my warm breath tickled and my lips could 
nibble between words.

"Look at her eyes. She has been taken. Her thoughts are 
only of being pleased to the point of madness. Her body 
has surrendered to being filled, stretched, teased and 
hurt just a little. She knows she will cum soon. And 
then cum some more. Cum until she cannot stop, cannot 
breathe and until her orgasms are all that matter in 
the world." 

Jenny's eyes were almost closed. She was under the 
spell of the picture and allowing my voice to lead her 
fantasy. Her head was back on my shoulder and her hips 
involuntarily ground her ass into the growing bulge 
under my fly. I moved my hands up from her waist and 
began to roll each nipple between my fingers while I 
sucked her ears and neck.

"Imagine that is you. Would you want to be exposed for 
your lover? Would your body be wet and invite him to 
penetrate you? Could you imagine your body opening and 
bending over? Would you offer yourself to fulfill his 
desires?"

She turned slightly, leaned forward and put her hands 
on the arm of a leather recliner. I bit her neck 
lightly while my hands roamed down to the button on her 
slacks, opened it and ever so slowly unzipped them. 
There was no resistance. With a hand on each side I 
slipped them and her panties down her legs. She stepped 
free with her right foot leaving everything else 
bundled around her left ankle. Her naked ass pushed 
back challenging me. 

Her back arched, her hips rolled, presenting her cunt 
to me like the cavewomen did to their men a million 
years ago. Her breathing was rapid, noisy and 
irregular. Her eyes were locked on the helpless, 
glassy-eyed girl with two tentacles in her pussy, one 
down her throat, two wrapped around her legs and one 
buried deep into her ass.

As I stripped I could see Jenny was wet. No, she was 
soaked. Her thighs glistened. When I rubbed my cock 
between her legs and lined it up with her red, swollen 
slit, my belly and cock were already shiny with her 
juices. The head of my dick spread her lips easily but 
then the tightness of her long unused sheath resisted 
and provided exquisite torture to us both as I pushed 
again and again only gaining half an inch each time. I 
thought I might loose control and shoot everything into 
her, leaving her unsatisfied, but then my stomach 
slapped noisily into her ass. The sound flooded my 
thoughts with memories of the hot heavy demanding 
nights when my wife's body almost killed me. 

That distraction drove my body on, to slap and slap 
again Jenny's wonderful ass. Her eyes were unblinking, 
fixed on the picture but her whimpers of pleasure gave 
her away. Her cunt clamped down and even more wetness 
forced its way out around my cock, onto my balls and 
trickled down my legs. She made inhuman pleading sounds 
but showed no sign of stopping. 

In fact, she was fucking back harder than I was 
thrusting. She rolled her hips to make sure her g-spot 
was pressed and she stole her right hand down to her 
clit and frigged it fast, four maybe five strokes for 
my one. Now, she was growling like a cat. Her belly's 
muscles clamped; her thighs trembled and I thought she 
would pull her clit off. She came again. The pressure 
built inside her but my rock hard cock refused to bend 
or allow her to push me out. Instead, she squirted onto 
my legs with a hissing sound.

Jenny started to relax. I grabbed her hair and pulled 
with my left hand and closed my right tightly on the 
back of her neck forcing her to stay bent over and 
accept my assault. "I am not finished with you. You 
will have to take the pain. I'm going to fuck you hard 
and fill your belly. You will feel every pulse. Let you 
cunt feed on my cum. Make her suck my balls dry."

She liked the dirty words. She went wild. I had to hold 
even tighter to stay inside her. Her hair was a great 
handle. The harder I pulled, the more she struggled 
urging me to pull more. I slapped her ass as hard as I 
could with my right hand.

She screamed, "Yes, again." So I did. Over and over. 
Her white ass cheek was glowing red.

"Fuck me, spank me, pull my hair!!!"

I trust into her as hard as I could. Her entire body 
jolted. Her arms gave way and she collapsed over the 
arm of the overstuffed chair. Now her body had to 
absorb my full force and I gave her all I had. Each 
thrust was met with a well timed, emphatic, breathless, 
"Yes," seeming to beg for more.

Somewhere along the way I screamed, "Now" and she 
contracted almost pulling the skin off my battering 
uncircumcised cock. My belly cramped when my balls drew 
up. As each contraction rippled trough my body, my 
stomach clinched tighter and tighter. My blood, my mind 
and my soul were flowing out of my cock into her womb.

I had a good fifty pounds on her but she did not 
complain when all my weight collapsed on her back. I 
was beyond caring. I could not catch my breath and 
sweat was running into my eyes. My cock was still hard 
and trying to pump what it no longer had.

Minutes passed. I was beginning to think again but I 
wanted that cunt around my cock forever. Finally my 
dick softened and slipped out with a running stream. I 
was sad and hoped Jenny would give me a chance to make 
love to her softly, sweetly and orally. Oral is my 
fetish. I was too tired to move but I longed to taste 
her.

Jenny remained still when finally I stood and moved to 
look at her face. It was no longer contorted in the 
pain of orgasm. She was smiling, asleep. With the 
strength of my youth, I picked her up, carried her two 
doors down and placed her on my king-sized bed. I just 
pulled the comforter over us and slept with her in my 
arms.

About dawn Jenny awoke and tried to wiggle away. I 
pulled her warm body back and her hip crushed into my 
morning wood.

"I have to get home. Millie is alone. I didn't even 
call her."

"She knows where you are and what we did. Relax. We'll 
call her in a little while and have her come over for 
breakfast."

That little bit of encouragement was all it took. Jenny 
rolled on top of me. My cock was almost in the right 
place. 

She asked, "What is for breakfast?"

"I will cook you anything you want. But first you have 
to earn it."

There was no hesitation, she took hold of my cock and 
guided it into her body in one long, slippery movement. 
Her weight drove the head of my dick against her 
cervix. She recoiled, adjusted and set up a smooth 
rocking movement, thrusting and pulling back.

"I want be able to take much of that."

"Then how about this way?" She put her hands on my 
chest, leaned forward and began to massage her clit 
with the top of my cock with short grinding strokes.

"That's better."

"No, it's not. I won't last very long doing that."

"That's ok, you can do it again and again. Use me to 
make yourself cum. I want to watch your lovely face and 
feel your cunt suck me off."

A morning piss hard is a strange thing. Sex is great 
but the need to finish is not there. I remember my wife 
in her thirties climbing on even without my permission 
in the mornings. Often she would be so wet from the 
night before that I would have trouble getting off. 
Diligently, still panting from her climaxes, she would 
use her hands and mouth, making me cum until I pleaded 
for mercy. Today, with a new partner, I had no trouble 
adding to the puddle of semen I had deposited in 
Jenny's belly the night before.

Jenny called Millie about nine. She looked shocked when 
she hung up the telephone.

"You are blushing. What did Millie say to you?"

"She asked me how many times I came?"

"Did you tell her?"

"No."

"That was mean. She probably wanted to get off before 
she came over for breakfast."

"She doesn't do that. She is still too young. She 
doesn't even have periods yet."

"Don't me silly, mom. She plays with herself a lot."

"How do you know that?"

"She told me."

Jenny's surprised look was priceless. In the shower, 
thirty minutes earlier, I had seen the same surprised 
look when I slipped a finger into her ass.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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