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Subject: Home Again 1 of 7 - MF
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             Home Again 
                 Part One  
                   by Ann Douglas 
 
         
        A.C. Delaney stared up at the tree that had 
been the bane of his teenage years. Not many 
blocks in this part of Brooklyn had trees like this, 
so a lot of activities had circulated around it.  It 
was home base for playing hide and seek.  It was 
the place you all hung out under on a hot summer 
day.  Most importantly, it was the site of "the 
dare".   Ten years ago at the age of twelve, that 
had been the focus of the most terrifying moment 
of his young life.  That was the day he'd 
completed one of the neighborhood rites of 
passage and had climbed to the top of the old oak 
tree. 
         Funny, the tree didn't seem so imposing 
now.  Then again, the last decade had seen him go 
from a skinny 110 pound teenager to a six foot 
190 pound adult.  He'd discovered a passion for 
baseball in high school and long hours practicing 
with his father had transformed him into a starting 
first baseman both in high school then later at 
State .   
        Sports had only been a means to an end  
however, a way out of the old neighborhood.  The 
degree in business he'd earned last year had been 
his highest priority.  For a while it looked like it 
was going to be a hard decision turning down the 
offer to turn pro, but a leg injury his senior year 
took that decision out of his hands.  In a way he 
was glad that fate had intervened, it meant he'd 
never have to look back with regret. 
        A group of teenagers were playing 
stickball, using the manhole covers as bases.  It 
seemed like a hundred years since he'd played that 
game. 
        "Hey mister, the ball!"  one of the kids 
yelled as the rubber ball bounced in front of him. 
        In a quick motion he caught the ball on the 
first hop and tossed it back to the batter.  The 
action had been instinctive.  A smile came to his 
lips as he thought some things you never forgot. 
        Watching the game for another ten 
minutes, A.C. was glad he decided to spend an 
extra day here.  After he came home for his 
father's funeral over a year ago, he decided that 
there was never going to be a reason to again 
walk these streets.  But Arthur Charles Delaney 
Sr. had been buried over sixteen months before 
and it was only now that the lawyers had finally 
settled his estate.  He'd come all the way up from 
Florida just to close on the sale of his families 
house.  He could've just left it all to the lawyers, 
but he felt it was something he owed to his dad to 
see done personally. 
        The block held so many memories.  His 
own house was down on the corner.  On the other 
end of the block was Jerry Wilson's house.  He 
and Jerry had gone off to State together.  A grin 
filled his face as he looked at a second floor 
window across the street from the tree and 
remembered when it was Jenny Wilson's bedroom.   
        How long ago was that  night he and Josh 
Austin were using Josh's new telescope to look at 
the moon.  They accidentally turned it right into 
Jenny's room -  just when she was getting dressed 
for bed. They couldn't have been more than 13 or 
14 at the time.  Jenny had been one of the first 
neighborhood girls to develop breasts and that had 
been the first time A.C. had seen a topless girl in 
anything other than a magazine.  He laughed 
softly as he remembered how angry Josh had been 
cause he waited so long to give him a turn that 
Josh only got a brief glimpse. 
        A few years later A.C. got repeated 
opportunities to examine those breasts more 
closely. He dated Jenny all through high school as 
his own body developed into that of an athlete. 
She was the first girl who ever gave him a blow 
job and on the night of the senior prom they 
traded cherries.  Things went downhill between 
them after that when they went to separate school.  
Last he heard, she was married and already had 
two kids.  
        Thinking of Jenny made him think of her 
older sister Karen, or as most of the boys thought 
of her "Kleenex Karen."  Two years older than 
Jenny, she was nowhere near as developed as her 
little sister.  In fact, she really never passed an A 
cup.  Talk about mixed genes. 
         Anyway, Karen's solution was to stuff an 
oversized bra with tissues.  Not the most original 
of solutions but one that was time honored.  The 
problem was that she wasn't satisfied with just 
giving herself a slight improvement.  No, she had 
to be as well endowed as Jenny.  It became a big 
joke among everyone in school as she always 
denied it.  Finally someone decided to settle the 
matter.  
         One day during her senior year Sally 
Johnson bumped into her and stuck a inch and a 
half straight pin into her left breast.  By the time 
the afternoon bell rang, almost everyone in school 
had heard about it.  Jenny had told him that when 
Karen found the pin that night she was furious, 
but she'd never mentioned it to anyone else.  She 
just went on as she was and made believe that it 
had never happened.  Rather than go to college, 
Karen had used her savings to get a boob job and 
now worked as a receptionist somewhere in the 
city. 
        "I should get something to eat."  A.C. said 
to himself as he realized that he'd skipped both 
breakfast and lunch.  "Might as well make the day 
complete and have dinner up at Mario's" 
        Mario's was the diner on the corner.  
Calling it a dinner used to be a charity when A.C. 
was younger.  The food sometimes bordered on 
the inedible.  But it was a neighborhood classic 
and had been there since his father had been a 
teenager.  Generations had brought their dates 
there after the movies or some other activity.  
That, A.C. knew was due more to the big dark 
booths in the back of the restaurant than the 
dinner fare.      
        "Who am I to argue with tradition."  he 
finally concluded as he began to walk up the 
block. 
         
        It came as a surprise to find that the diner 
was closed.  He couldn't ever remember a day it 
hadn't been open. In fact, it look like it hadn't been 
opened in months. Then he noticed a small notice 
in the window.  It looked to be well worn but he 
could still make out the words Department of 
Health. 
        "Why am I not surprised."  the sandy 
haired young man chuckled.  "I hope the deli over 
on Wilson is still open." 
         
        "You weren't really planning to have 
dinner there were you?"  asked a female voice 
from behind A.C. 
        The voice was very familiar and A.C. 
turned with a smile on his face. 
        "Hi Mrs. Austin."  he grinned. 
        The woman in front of him was in her mid 
40's, about 5'7" and weighed in at 152 lbs.  Very 
attractive for her age, she had dirty blonde hair cut 
short and carefully styled.  A full figured woman, 
her weight was pretty evenly distributed across 
her body as to give her a full bodied figure.  The 
most striking feature of which was a set of 38D 
breasts.   
        "Hi Mrs. Austin..."  the short blonde 
haired woman repeated.  "That's the way you say 
hello?  Is that what they taught you up in that 
fancy school?" 
        With that, A.C. practically picked up the 
smaller woman and gave her a hug and 
affectionate kiss on the cheek. 
        "That's better."  Mary Austin said.  "And 
what's with this Mrs. Austin crap.  You're an adult 
now, you can call me Mary." 
        "Okay Mary."  A.C. said, feeling very 
strange to have her first name come from his lips 
after a lifetime of referring to her as Mrs. Austin. 
        "My, you have filled out."  the 45 year old 
noted as she took a good look at her son's friend.  
"And I know you didn't get that way eating at 
places like this." 
        "Well, I was hungry and..." 
        "And you couldn't take five minutes to 
stop by the house."  Mary interrupted. 
        A.C. considered lying for a moment, 
saying that he'd rang the bell but got no answer.  
After all, she had obviously been out shopping and 
hadn't been home.  Then he thought better of the 
idea.  Mary had known him since he was 6 years 
old and always knew when he'd been lying. 
        "I'm sorry.." he said. 
        "And well you should be, I know your 
father raised you better than that."  Mary replied. 
        "Can I make it up to you with dinner?"  
A.C. said, displaying the charm that worked his 
way into dozens of beds back in college. 
        "Only if I make it."  Mary answered, 
ignoring his obvious charms.  "What would Josh 
say if I let you go without bringing you home for 
dinner.  I know he'd love to see you." 
        "OK, you win."  A.C. surrendered.  
Actually the idea of seeing Josh again seemed like 
a pretty good idea.  In fact, just seeing Mrs. 
Austin again made him feel pretty good. 
        "That's settled then."  Mary grinned 
triumphantly.  "Now make yourself useful and 
take some of these packages." 
        "Yes Mam....err Mary."  he quickly 
corrected himself as he picked up the two largest 
bundles.     
 


                 Home Again 
                 Part Two 
                   by Ann Douglas 
 
 
 
 
        Half an hour later, sitting at the kitchen 
table of the Austin Household, A.C. could 
honestly say he was enjoying myself.  How many 
dinners had he had at this very table.  Mary Austin 
had been like a second mother to him. He 
probably spent more time in this house as a child 
than his own.   Lost in thought he didn't hear the 
phone ring at first. 
        "Could you answer that, A.C.?"  Mary 
asked as she stirred a boiling pot. 
        "Sure."  A.C. said as he got to his feet and 
reached for the wall phone. 
         
        "Josh!"  A.C. said excitedly as he 
recognized the voice on the phone, "How are 
you?"  
        It took Josh Austin a few moments to 
realize who he was talking to, then his voice 
became just as excited. 
        "What are you doing there?"  his old friend 
asked. 
        A.C. explained why he'd come back to 
New York and how he'd run into Josh's mother. 
        "Your Mom invited me to have dinner,"  
he said.  "Actually it was more like a command."  
he laughed. 
        "That's my Mom."  Josh laughed back. 
        "So when you gonna be home, pal?"  A.C. 
asked.  "Your Mom's making enough food to put 
another ten pounds on me." 
        "Shit, this timing sucks."  Josh lamented. 
"I'm stuck at work, we have to redo a magazine 
layout from scratch.  I'm gonna be here all night." 
        "Damn, that does suck."  A.C. agreed. "I 
was really hoping to catch up a little." 
        "Better let me talk to my Mom so I can 
explain it." 
        "OK buddy."  he replied as he handed off 
the phone. 
         
        The conversion between Josh and Mary 
was brief. She listened for a few minutes and then 
simply said.  "All right honey, take care of 
business and I'll see you in the morning."     
        "Well looks like it's just you and me kid."  
Mary said as she hung up the phone. 
        "What about Dawn Marie?"  A.C. asked. 
        "Dawn Marie moved out and in with her 
boyfriend the day after she turned 18."  Mary said 
in a tone that said that it wasn't a subject for 
discussion. 
        "Two it is."  A.C. said as he opened a 
cabinet and took out table settings for two. 
        As he laid out the dishes and utensils, A.C. 
looked into the living room to see if the pictures 
of a younger Dawn Marie were still on the wall.  
They were.  Whatever had happened between her 
and her mother hadn't gone that far. 
        Dawn Marie Austin had been another of 
those early bloomers. By the time she was 14 
she'd put Jenny Wilson to shame.  By the time she 
was 16 she'd lost her virginity in a big way.  Every 
guy in the neighborhood was trying to get into her 
pants and more than a  few succeeded.  If A.C. 
was totally honest with himself, he admitted that if 
he was younger and Dawn wasn't Josh's sister - 
he'd want to fuck her too.      
        "Dinners served."  Mary said as she carried 
two full dishes to the table. 
         
        The meal was as good as A.C. 
remembered meals at the Austin's to be.  It was 
only the absence of familiar faces from around the 
table that made him a little sad. 
        "Something the matter?"  Mary asked as 
she noticed the look on his face. 
        "I was just thinking that I'm sorry I wasn't 
able to be here when Mr. Austin.... I mean." 
        "That's all right A.C.,"  Mary said in an 
understanding tone.  "We all knew how hard it 
was on you when your own Dad died.  No one 
wanted to see you go thought all that again so 
soon." 
        "Still, maybe I should've....." 
        "I'm not going to hear anymore of that, 
Arthur!"  Mary said in a strong tone.  The fact 
that she called him Arthur instead of A.C. 
produced a more serious reaction than the tone.   
        A.C. closed his mouth without finishing 
the sentence. 
        "Besides, you did send that beautiful letter 
saying how much the time you spent in this house 
still meant to you. I really loved that letter, it 
made me think of much happier days." 
        "It wasn't enough, just words."  said A.C. 
        "Sometimes just words can mean a great 
deal.  I saved that letter you know, I keep it in my 
night table.  I've read it many times." 
         
        The rest of the conversation was confined 
to more mundane topics.  How did he like where 
he lived. Was he seeing anyone?  Why not? 
         
        "That was a great meal, better than I've 
had in a long time."  A.C. said as he put down his 
fork for the last time. "I couldn't eat another bite."   
        "Well it's nice to hear someone say that for 
a change."  Mary beamed.  
        A.C. remembered that Josh wasn't known 
for noticing the little things his mother did for him.  
Things like cooking his meals, cleaning his 
clothes, cleaning his room and basically being 
there whenever he came up short of cash.  Which 
in Josh's case happened quite often. 
         
        "I really hate to eat and run, but I still have 
to get a motel room for the night."  A.C. 
apologized.  "My flight doesn't get take off until 
tomorrow afternoon and I don't have a place to 
sleep." 
        "Motel room indeed, not when I have two 
empty bedrooms upstairs."  Mary cut him off.  
"Now you go out to that rental car of yours and 
get your bag.  You can use Josh's room and 
hopefully he'll be home in time for the two of you 
to have breakfast together." 
        Sixteen years of dealing with Mrs. Austin 
told him this was another argument he was going 
to loose.  All things considered, a comfortable bed 
and the prospect of one of Mary's breakfasts didn't 
seem like a bad consolation prize.  He thanked her 
and went out to get his bag. 
         
        "You know were the room is."  Mary 
called out from the kitchen as he came back into 
the house.  "Unpack your stuff while I put these 
dishes in the washer." 
         
        Josh's room was immaculate, something 
which surprised A.C.  They'd gone away together 
once his first year in college and by the time the 
week was over, Josh's half of the room looked like 
a flop house.  If he ever decided to marry that 
girlfriend he was always mentioning in his letters, 
he was in for a big awakening.  A.C. was sure she 
wasn't the type to pick up after him like his Mom. 
        "Hmm, I wonder."  A.C. said as he slid the 
top draw of Josh's desk all the way out and looked 
at the small space beneath it. 
        Hidden there were copies of Hustler, High 
Society and Playboy.  Some things never changed 
he thought as he laughed.  That was a great 
advantage of having his own apartment, he didn't 
have to hide such things if he wanted them. 
 
        A.C. took the time to change into a 
comfortable pair of shorts and a T-shirt.  No sense 
sitting around the rest of the night in a shirt and 
tie.   
         
        "It's going to be a hot night."  Mary said as 
he walked back into the kitchen.  "There's a good 
movie on HBO and I've already turned up the air 
conditioner so we can relax and enjoy it." 
        "Sounds great."  A.C. said.  "Any 
popcorn?"  he asked, remembering all the movie 
nights they'd shared over the years. 
        "Of course, what would a movie be 
without it." Mary said as she held up a microwave 
popcorn bag. 
        Back when they were kids they'd took 
turns making Jiffy-Pop Popcorn on the range top.  
Oh well, the price of progress. 
         
        They watched the end of some silly 
comedy and chatted some more.  A.C. was really 
enjoying himself.  This was what he missed in his 
life, just having someone to talk to. 
         
        "I'm going to get some wine before the 
movie starts."  Mary said as she got up, "Can I get 
you anything?" 
        "Wine would be fine."  A.C. said, 
remembering the tongue lashing the first time 
Mary had caught Josh and him after they'd had a 
few cans of  beer.  He guessed he really was an 
adult after all.    
 
        Mary came back fifteen minutes later with 
a bottle of wine and two glasses.  She'd also taken 
the opportunity  to change into a more 
comfortable outfit.  She had discarded the dress 
she'd been wearing and now wore a oversized 
T-shirt which stretched down to just above her 
knees. In the cool air conditioned environment her 
thick nipples were clearly evident beneath the thin 
material. 
         
        Taking a seat next to Mary on the couch, 
A.C.  kept sneaking peaks at those erect nipples.  
Unbidden, the memories of the night he had 
gotten a very good look at the bountiful breasts 
beneath filled his mind. 
 
 
 
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Ann Douglas 
 
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From: annd55@nyc.pipeline.com(Ann Douglas)
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Subject: Home Again 4 of 7
Date: 18 Sep 1996 17:49:33 GMT
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             Home Again 
                 Part  Four 
                   by Ann Douglas 
                
 
        "You know I was quite young when I 
married Mr. Austin."  she began.  "I hadn't even 
turned 18 yet." 
        A.C. knew they'd been married a long time 
but he didn't know she'd been married that young.  
He also knew that Josh's father was ten years 
older than his mother. 
        "I wasn't pregnant or anything, if that's 
what your thinking."  she went on.  "It's just that I 
had a very rough life up to that point.  Both my 
parents died before I was even in my teens and I 
spent a good number of years being passed from 
relative to relative.  I had a really poor self image 
back then as you might imagine.  So when an 
older man like Jim took an interest in me, I was 
totally overwhelmed.  He was good looking, 
successful and could have almost any woman he 
wanted.  It wasn't because I was so young either.  
If he wanted it, I would've just been his lover, he 
didn't have to marry me.  In fact, you might find 
this hard to believe, but I was still a virgin going 
to our marriage bed." 
        If A.C. was ever certain about anything 
during the years he spent in this house as an 
almost adopted son, it was that Mary and Jim 
Austin had been very deeply in love with each 
other right up to the day he died. 
        "You must miss him very much."  was all 
he could think to say. 
        "Yes, I do."  she answered.  "But I know 
that Jim would be the first one to say that life goes 
on and in fact during his last months he made me 
promise that I'd find someone new to love. He 
didn't want me wearing widow's weeds for the rest 
of my life." 
        "I'm sure there are lots of men you'd want 
to take you out."  A.C. commented. 
        "Oh there have been lots of offers."  Mary 
quickly replied.  "But I've turned them all down." 
        "Why?"  A.C. asked. 
        "Because, as silly as it sounds, I find 
myself at 45 turning back into that scared little 
teenage girl I once was."  she said quickly, as if 
she had to force the words out. 
        A quiet pause hung in the air, and Mary 
could tell that A.C. didn't understand. 
        "Do you remember what it was like the 
first time you went to bed with a girl?" she asked. 
"Jenny Wilson from cross the street, wasn't it?" 
        "How you'd know?"  A.C. asked in 
surprise.   
        "You'd be amazed at the things I've known 
over the years."  Mary grinned.  "Sometimes I can 
be very observant.  But I'm digressing.  Do you 
remember how you felt the first time you knew 
you were going to go all the way.  How scared 
you were, whatever public image you portrayed, 
that Jenny might find you lacking in some way?" 
        Thinking back, A.C. remembered that was 
exactly how he had felt. 
        "But that was when I was a kid."  he said, 
as if the few years in between then and now had 
been a lifetime.  "I don't feel that way now." 
        "You don't, but I do."  Mary replied.  
"Maybe it's because I've never had another lover 
in my life.  I don't know.  Maybe because even 
after all these years I've had this secret suspicion 
that I was a lousy lover but Jim would never tell 
me so." 
        "That's nonsense, I saw you......"  A.C. 
started to blurt out without thinking and then 
realized what he had said.   
        "You saw me what?"  Mary asked, now it 
was her turn to be confused. 
        With a sheepish grin, A.C. confessed his 
having seen her and Jim that night he had slept 
over.  He left out the part about him jacking off 
afterwards and all the times he had masturbated 
off to her mental image, even after he'd had 
visions of younger women to replace it. 
        "Oh my."  Mary said, a slight tinge of 
embarrassment coloring her face for a moment.   
        "Hey, it was a long time ago."  A.C. 
interjected. "But believe me, from what little I 
saw, I can honestly say that you weren't a lousy 
lover." 
        "Even if I accept what you say as true, it 
was a long time ago."  Mary suggested.  "Even 
with Jim, we stopped being intimate a year after 
that when he first got sick." 
        A.C. just stared.  No matter what he said, 
the idea that she was undesirable was so rooted in 
her mind that words were never going to shake it. 
        "Mary, do you know that I grew up with 
you as my fantasy lover."  he blurted out, 
exaggerating the truth just a little. 
        "Me?"  she responded. 
        "That's right."  he continued. "I don't 
know how many nights I wished that I was older 
so that we could be lovers for real.  So if you 
could have that much of an effect on me, how 
could you be anything but desirable." 
        "But I was younger then..."  she shot back, 
unwilling to give up her belief. 
        "I don't feel any differently now."  A.C. 
replied. "I think you're just as attractive now as 
you were back then.  Maybe that's why I haven't 
found anyone yet.  I'm not looking for a Demi or  
Barbie, I'm looking for another you." 
        A.C. let out a deep breath.  He was talking 
without thinking, and he was walking in a very 
dangerous mine field. 
         
        Mary sat silent for long moments as the 
only sound in the room was the ticking of the 
clock on the wall and the beating of their hearts.  
A.C. could feel beads of sweat on his neck that 
began to run down his back.  What had he said? 
         
        Mary finally smiled and reached out and 
took his hand in hers.  Her grip was firm but 
gentle.  Her voice, when she spoke, was gentle 
and soft. 
        "You know A.C., when you and Josh were 
younger, I sometimes wished that you were really 
my son.  I couldn't have cared more for you if you 
were though.  Right now, at this moment, I'm glad 
you're not.  Because if you were, I could never say 
what I think I'm about to. 
        A.C. could feel a slight tremble in her 
hand, a tremble that could be reflected in the pit of 
his own stomach. 
        "Take me to bed, A.C."  she finally asked.  
"Be my lover for tonight.  Just tonight, I'm not 
that foolish to think there would ever be anything 
beyond that.  But just for this moment in time, 
help me remember what it's like to love and be 
loved." 
        "Oh God!"  A.C. thought as he looked at 
the sincerity in her eyes.  "What have I done?" 
        The ticks of the clock on the wall seemed 
to stretch to minutes instead of seconds as he 
carefully considered his response.  If Mary were 
just some woman he met in a bar, twice his age or 
not, he'd have no problem taking her to bed and 
forgetting about it tomorrow.  But she wasn't just 
some woman, she was Josh's mother.  She was the 
closest thing he'd ever had to having his own 
mother.  He couldn't do something like this. 
        "A.C.?"  Mary softly asked. 
        He knew she wanted an answer.  He ran 
the words over in his mind one more time.  That 
the two of them would almost be like incest.  Yes, 
that was the track to take.  Despite all his 
boyhood fantasies,  they were almost family.  
Didn't he read once somewhere where a lot of 
guys had sexual fantasies about their mothers.  A 
second voice told him that he was being silly, no 
matter what he thought, they weren't related.  She 
wasn't his mother.  Finally, a new question popped 
into his head.  Why was it that the idea of 
spending the night in Mary's bed didn't seem as 
bad an idea as it did just a few minutes ago.  
Could it be that without admitting it to himself all 
these years, it was what he really wanted to 
happen? 
 
        "Mary. All my life, I've thought of you 
almost as if you were my mother."  he began as he 
gently took her other hand in his.  "But right now, 
for the first time I can remember, I'm glad to 
know that you're not.  Because if you were my 
mother for real, I wouldn't be able to do ...  
this...." 
        The tall young man leaned forward and 
kissed Mary on the lips with as much desire as he 
had felt towards any woman. It was definitely not 
the kiss of a son. 
        Surprised for a moment by the kiss, Mary 
had only the slightest hesitation before she 
responded in kind.  A.C. in turn was startled to 
find Mary's tongue pressing between his lips but 
happy to open them enough to permit it's passage.  
He felt Mary take his left hand and slide it up and 
under her shirt, placing the flesh of his 
outstretched palm against that of her naked and 
ample breast. 
        A bridge had been crossed.  A decision 
made.  Whatever the morning dawn brought, 
neither of them would regret it.      
 
 
        The interplay of tongues between them 
was electric as two sets of hands explored each 
others body.  The soft flesh beneath Mary's shirt 
seemed on fire as A.C. played with her bounty.  
His thumbs pressed against her nipples, marveling 
at their size as he imagined how nice they were 
going to feel in his mouth. 
        Unable to wait any longer, A.C. grabbed 
the side of Mary's shirt and pulled it upward, 
exposing one of the white globes to the cool air 
conditioned air.  Mary's breast was capped with 
one of the widest areolas he'd ever seen, over two 
inches across.  In the center was a long thick 
nipple as large as that on a baby bottle.  
 
 
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Subject: Home Again 5 of 7
Date: 18 Sep 1996 17:49:54 GMT
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        Home Again 
            Part Five 
               by Ann Douglas 
 
 
 
        "You are so beautiful."  A.C. exclaimed as 
he planted a soft kiss on the top of  Mary's 
exposed globe. 
        A loud sign erupted from Mary as she felt 
the wetness engulf her mound. It'd been so long 
since she'd known any touch other than her own. 
She closed her eyes and savored the sensation. 
        As A.C. made no effort to quickly expose 
her other breast, it was obvious that he was going 
to take his time.  His tongue darted to and fro, 
tracing wide circles around the large nipple.  Then 
he would tickle it directly before taking it whole 
into his eager mouth once again.   
        Like a babe seeking nourishment, the 
younger man nurtured at the source of 
motherhood.  Each movement of his tongue, each 
nip of his teeth, send long absent sensations 
though Mary's reclining form.   
        "Oh, this feels  good."  Mary moaned as 
she laid back with her eyes closed and just enjoyed 
the feel of A.C.'s attentions. 
        A few minutes later, A.C. finally exposed 
her other ample breast and repeated his 
performance. The result of which was to send 
Mary further into a blissful state. 
        Again and again he covering her flesh with 
his warm mouth, leaving a trail of warm saliva.  
A.C. buried his face in the valley between her 
breasts and drank deeply of the mixture of 
perfume and sweat.  It was an inebriating aroma.   
        Her eyes still closed, Mary ran her hands 
across the back of her young lovers head, guiding 
his tongue to her most sensitive areas.   
        Lifting his head, Mary pulled her shirt 
completely off.  With a wide smile on her face the 
now topless woman eased A.C. back onto the sofa 
cushion.  Duplicating his own actions, she slid his 
own shirt up over his chest, exposing a well 
developed set of pecs and apps.  
         She leaned over and kissed him lightly.  
Continuing downward, she kissed each of his 
nipples and gave them a playful lick as well.  A.C. 
had never considered his own nipples as a sexual 
area before.  It was an idea he would have to look 
at more in the future.  Right now, Mary had a 
more immediate goal.  Kissing her way down 
across his flat stomach, the blonde paused at the 
elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them 
down, taking his boxers with them.   
        To her delight, his hard cock sprang free, 
bouncing in the open air.  A.C.'s cock had grown 
considerable during his late teen growth spurt.  
Fully erect it stood almost eight inches and was as 
thick if not thicker than her husbands.   
        "Now that is beauty."  she said as she 
traced her outstretched finger along it's length.    
        Mary continued to play with A.C.'s cock, 
cupping his balls in her hand as she ran her other 
hand up and down it's measure.  Closing her 
fingers a little tighter she could feel the power of 
his young manhood. 
        Leaning forward, Mary tongued the tip of 
his cock, licking the drop of pre-cum that had 
formed there.  A.C. thought he would explode 
right there and then.  He closed his eyes as her 
tongue ran down the length of his shaft and 
swirled around his balls.  He couldn't wait for that 
hot, wet sensation when her mouth could close 
over his aching cock. 
        Taking her time, Mary sucked on his balls, 
then moved her way back up his shaft.  Then in a 
fluid motion she engulfed the length of his cock, 
sliding his young meat all the way down her 
throat.  She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed 
it again.  She could feel the heat in his balls, she 
knew it wouldn't take many strokes before she 
was rewarded with a steady stream of hot cream. 
        "Oh God.....Oh God!...."  A.C. gasped as 
he tried to hold back.  It was a one side contest.  
Mary had almost three decades of practice behind 
her, she played his cock and balls like a musical 
instrument.  
        "I'm gonna come...."  He managed to gasp, 
seconds before bursts of salty cum erupted into 
her mouth. 
        As soon as she felt the first drops, Mary 
deep throated his cock and swallowed the 
seemingly endless stream as fast as it came.  She'd 
always like the taste of her husbands cum, but was 
glad to learn that A.C.'s had its own special taste. 
        With a slight reluctance, Mary let the 
semi-hard cock slip from her mouth.  A strange 
thought filled her head.  It was like riding a bike, 
how easily it all came back to her once she got 
started.  
        A.C. was still speechless, the enormity of 
what had happen was still sinking in.  Extending 
two fingers of her hand, Mary wiped a small 
stream of whiteness that had dripped from her 
mouth.  Running her tongue across her fingers she 
licked them clean. 
        "That, was the best."  A.C. said as he 
finally found his voice. "I really mean that." 
 
        He sat up and kissed her, tasting his own 
ejaculation on her tongue.  Usually, this turned 
him off like a sudden cold shower.  This time he 
found it highly erotic.   
        "Now it's my turn." A.C. grinned as he slid 
down to the carpeted floor. 
        Following A.C. instructions, Mary slid off 
her shorts and panties and spread her legs.  A.C.'s 
eyes opened wide as he looked up at the hairiest 
bush he had ever seen.  Mary's entire crotch was 
covered with long blonde hair.  All of the women 
the young man had been with before had trimmed 
their hair.  Like the kiss, he also found this to be 
erotic. 
         
        A.C. reached out between Mary's legs and 
traced the outline of her light colored mound with 
his finger.  He moved to the center of her mound 
and rubbed back and forth against it.  As his finger 
became lubricated by the wetness there, he 
slowing slid it between the folds.  A soft gasp 
escaped Mary's lips as A.C. slid the finger in and 
out, again and again. 
        After a few minutes, A.C. replaced his 
fingers with his tongue.  An action that met with 
louder moans of approval from Mary.  
        "Oh God yes!"  Mary exclaimed at the 
touch of his tongue against her valley.  
        Mary leaned back on the couch and spread 
her legs even wider, inviting A.C. to further take 
of her delights.  He kissed left and right of her 
treasure, before spreading Maryâs moist lips with 
his fingers to exposed the excited clit within.  
         A loud sudden cry escaped Maryâs lips as 
A.C. made contact with her love button.  
Countless nights of practice on a steady stream of 
willing coeds proved their worth as A.C. 
demonstrated his skill as a first class pussy licker.  
Raising one of her legs atop the back of the 
couch, the 45 year old rolled her head back and 
closed her eyes, loosing herself in the warm 
sensations radiating out from her sexual center. 
        Maryâs cunt grew wetter and wetter with 
each passage of her younger loverâs tongue.  He 
again slid a finger inside her, adding itâs motion to 
the rhythm heâd established.  Faster and faster, 
moved both appendages, saturating the 
surrounding blonde hair with a sticky nectar.  And 
with each repetition, both the waves of delight and 
resounding cries that accompanied them increased 
as well. 
        ãOh yes,ä  Mary yelled. ãLick my pussy, 
youâve gotten it so..so wet.  I want to cum!ä 
        It wasnât long before she got her wish as 
she felt her body tense up and eruption of fire 
explode between her legs.  Cascading waves of 
passion ripped through her quaking form as the 
byproducts of her eruption trickled onto A.C.âs 
face.  Ever since the night he had first sucked 
Jenny's pussy, A.C. had loved the taste of a 
womanâs juices.  He eagerly lapped up as much as 
he could. 
        The oscillating surf that gripped her had 
barely crested before Mary quickly shifted into an 
upright position and pulled A.C. to her.  She 
kissed him hard, enjoying the tasting of her own 
fruit in his mouth.  Again and again she kissed 
him, alternating those deep soul kisses with ones 
on his cheeks.  Kisses that cleared the sticky 
residue that covered his cheeks.  
        ãI want you inside me.ä  she panted in 
between kisses.  ãI want your cock in my pussy!ä  
she said in a much louder voice.   
        It wouldn't be until the next day when he 
was a thousand miles away that A.C. would 
realize how much he had been turned on just 
hearing Mary talk like that.  Her words were right 
out of his teenage masturbation fantasies. 
        A.C. took hold of his cock and guided it to 
the entrance of Mary's pussy.  He rubbed it up and 
down against her wetness a few times, covering 
his hardness with lubricant.  Mary reached down 
and closed her fingers around his cock and helped  
guide him into her, not that he needed it.  Mary let 
out a small gasp as she felt his cockhead push 
aside the outer walls of her pussy.  It'd been quite 
a long time since she'd felt something warm and 
alive inside of her.  A.C. echoed the soft moans as 
he felt those walls wrap around his hard flesh.  It 
may not have been a tight fit, but it was most 
definitely a comfortable one. 
        Because she was much looser than the 
majority of his previous lovers, Mary was able to 
take A.C.'s full length without any effort or 
discomfort.  She lifted her ass off the floor as she 
pushed forward and seemed to pull him even 
deeper.  Already he had slid in and out of her a 
dozen times, sending oscillating waves of pleasure 
radiating outward from her sexual core.  Waves 
that became more frequent and intensive with each 
additional thrust. 
        It wasn't long before the two were 
matched in a perfect rhythm.  Each thrust being 
met by that of the other. Tiny droplets of sweat 
covered the warm flesh of each of them as they 
lost themselves more and more in their sexual 
joining.   
        A.C. could feel that he was only minutes 
away from a explosive climax.  So it was with a 
sudden disappointment that he suddenly felt 
Mary's hands pressing against his chest, halting his 
energetic thrusts. 
 
 
-- 
 
Ann Douglas 
 
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From: annd55@nyc.pipeline.com(Ann Douglas)
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Subject: Home Again 6 of 7
Date: 18 Sep 1996 17:50:12 GMT
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        Home Again 
            Part Six 
              by Ann Douglas 
 
        "What's wrong?"  A.C. gasped. 
        "I want to fuck you!"  Mary said, her brow 
covered with sweat. 
        "I thought you were."  A.C. grinned. 
        "No, you're fucking me.  I want to fuck 
you!"  she continued. 
        A.C. finally understood and agreed with a 
smile.  
        Easing the young man's firm body off her, 
Mary pushed him down on the soft carpeted floor.  
She spun around and mounted him.  Her breasts 
hanging above his face, he was able to reach up 
and take hold of them.  With a firm grip on each 
soft mound, A.C. played with each nipple as she 
began to ride his ever hard cock up and down. 
        ãOh yes....yes!!ä  Mary panted as she felt 
A.C.âs manhood fill her again and again.  It felt so 
good.  It had been so very long since it had felt so 
good. 
        Pinned down by her weight and the force 
with which she slammed her sugar walls down 
around his pleasure pole, there wasnât much A.C. 
could do but lay back and enjoy the ride.  Not that 
he was complaining of course.  It was the first 
time a woman had ever taken control in 
love-making and he realized he could easily grow 
to like it. 
        ãDeeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!ä Mary 
yelled yet again.   
        Beads of sweat continued to run down 
both their bodies as they began to rut like wild 
animals.  .  As she felt each new thrust of A.C.âs 
cock, Mary thought of the countless nights sheâd 
masturbated thinking about how much she missed 
having a man.   Breaths came in labored short 
gasps and Mary felt her vision blur as what had to 
be the most intense orgasm in a very long time set 
her body afire.  Bright lights flashed before her 
eyes as she soared above that plateau that had 
existed for so long only in her dreams. 
        Then as quickly as it had occurred, the 
sensation began to fade.  Her vision cleared, and 
in the silence her heartbeat began to slowly return 
to normal.  But the memory would never fade.  It 
would be something she would remember night 
after night. 
        "Oh God, that was so wonderful."  Mary 
moaned as she laid atop A.C. and let her body 
relax.   
        A.C. reached up and gently caressed her 
breasts, planting a kiss on her cheek as he did.  
His still hard cock slid from her. 
        Reaching down between her legs, Mary 
took hold of his erection.  She realized that she'd 
been so wrapped up in her own climax that she 
hadn't noticed that he hadn't shot his own load.  
A.C. was one of those guys who always took a 
long time to come a second time. 
        "Oh A.C., I'm sorry."  she said 
apologetically as she stroked his cock. 
        "It's OK."  he said as she kissed her again.  
        "No, just give me a little time to get my 
breath."  she smiled back.  "Then we'll take care of 
that.  
 
        A half hour later, Mary was happy to say 
she was indeed ready to go at it again.  She didn't 
know if was because she had been celibate for so 
long or the excitement of loving her almost-son.  
She only knew that if she was to have only this 
night, she wanted to make the most of every 
minute. 
        Running her hand across A.C.'s sweat 
covered chest, toying with his matted chest hair, 
Mary had a sudden inspiration.  She brought her 
lips to his ears and whispered. 
        "What would you think of a shower, if 
only to clean some of this off us?" 
        It took A.C. a moment to realize that 
Mary had said "us" not "you".  The idea that she 
was going to shower with him seemed a more 
carnal thought than had fucking her. 
        "That sounds wonderful."  A.C. beamed. 
 
         
 
        "I love this!"  A.C. said as he felt the 
cooling water splash against his skin.  "It feels 
great!" 
        Mary joined him in the shower and was 
instantly in his arms.  They kissed for a few 
minutes, rubbing their hands over each other, 
letting the hot water cover their bodies.  They 
each covered their hands with liquid soap from the 
wall mounted dispenser and soaped up each others 
body. 
        A.C.'s hands slid across Mary's body, 
playing with her breasts, pulling them to his 
mouth.  Again he took his time, playing with each 
nipple with both his fingers and tongue.  Mary 
closed her eyes, letting herself drift in delight.  It 
felt so good.  So right. 
        They soon changed places and Mary took 
one of her new lover's tiny nipples into her mouth, 
again showing him how erogenous an area they 
could be.  She reached down and took his once 
again hard cock in her hand. 
        "I want you to fuck me again."  Mary said 
as her soapy fingers slid up and down his 
hardness.  "But this time I to try something 
different.  I want to give you something I've never 
given anyone else." 
        "What?"  A.C. said as warm water ran 
down his face. 
        "I want you to fuck my ass."  Mary said. 
        "Your ass?"  A.C. repeated in disbelief. 
        "Yes."  she confirmed. 
        A.C. couldn't believe it.  With all the girls 
he screwed, none had ever let him try that.  It was 
an exciting idea. 
        "Are you sure?"  he asked. 
        "Yes, it's something I've wanted to try for 
years.  Ever since I saw it in one of those 
magazines that Josh keeps hidden in his desk." 
        "You know about those?"  he asked in 
amazement. 
        "Of course." she smiled.  "There was little 
I didn't know about." 
        "Amazing."  A.C. laughed. 
        "Should we do it here?"  Mary asked as 
she pressed her soap covered ass against his hard 
cock. 
        "I think it might be better on a bed."  A.C. 
suggested, trying to hide the fact that he'd never 
done it before. 
        "Then a bed it is."  Mary agreed as she 
gave his cock a playful tug. 
 
        No sooner had they dried off and made 
their way to Mary's bed when the older woman 
hopped onto it and took up a position on all fours.  
Eager as well,  A.C. climbed up behind her and 
ran his hand across her ass-cheeks. 
        "I think we're going to need some kind of 
lubricant."  he said, remembering an article he 
read in a magazine somewhere. 
        "I have something we can use in the night 
table."  Mary replied. 
        Leading him over to her night table, A.C. 
took out a large tube of K-Y Jelly.  It wasn't the tube 
that surprised him as much as the large flesh 
colored dildo that laid next to it in the drawer.  
This was truly a night for shattering his illusions 
about Mrs. Austin. 
        Popping the lid off the jar, Mary reached 
in and scooped up a generous portion of it with 
her fingers.  First she smeared it over the head of 
his cock, then the base.  That done, she slid a gel 
covered finger into her ass, then a second, moving 
them in and out.  Evidently, she actually had given 
this a lot of thought. Finally, satisfied with both 
the level of lubrication and tightness, she again 
took up position on all fours and spread her legs. 
She pushed two pillows under her chest and 
lowered herself onto them.  Her ass hung high in 
the air, inviting A.C.'s entry.    
        A.C. hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. 
In the "how to" article he'd read, it had said that 
anal sex could hurt a lot if you did it wrong.  What 
was that saying he'd once heard.  "If sex is a pain 
in the ass you're doing it wrong!"    
        "It's all right. I'm ready."  Mary said as she 
reached back and again took hold of him, guiding 
him to her smaller, tighter hole.  "Here..."  she 
said as she eased the head of his cock against the 
opening. 
        Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside 
her, her ass wrapping itself around the gel covered 
cock.  A.C. couldn't believe the tightness of her 
ass, or how good it felt around his cock.  A.C. had 
been with virgins that hadn't been this tight.  He 
slid back a little, drawing it out about and inch, 
then two, then he thrusted forward and buried his 
shaft deep inside her. 
        "Fuck  yes!!!!"  Mary yelled as she felt the 
pain / pleasure combination  rip into her.  "Fuck 
my ass, fill it with that big beautiful cock!" 
        As her hole relaxed more, A.C. began to 
develop a rhythm, thrusting harder with each 
stroke. Mary followed the rhythm, pushing her ass 
back to meet each new thrust, until his now 
engorged balls slapped against her ass.  Her frenzy 
increased with each new penetration, until she 
could no longer speak, only utter a grunting noise.  
        As one hand balanced her against the bed, 
the other had found it's way to her clit and she 
frigged  herself incessantly, adding to the fires 
raging within her.  Feeling A.C. begin to tense 
behind her, she managed through sheer effort to 
again find her voice. 
        "Fuck me...."  she panted in gasps.  "Fill 
my ass with that beautiful cum." 
        A few seconds  later, A.C. fulfilled her 
request as he experienced the most explosive 
orgasm of his young life.  Mary's sphincter 
tightened around the base of his cock as a fountain 
of cum rushed into her.  Each additional thrust 
brought more, until he was finally drained 
completely.  Then in exhaustion he collapsed on 
top of her, his cock still inside her as if, even 
drained, she was unwilling to get him go. 
 
        The second session of lovemaking left 
both of them totally exhausted and they slept the 
sleep of the contented. It was early morning 
before either of them opened their eyes.  
        "Good morning, lover."  Mary said as she 
kissed A.C. awake. 
        "Good morning."  the young man 
responded as he sat up in bed and looked at the 
nearby clock.  
        They looked at each other for a moment.  
Neither had to say it, they both knew that the 
intimacy that they'd shared mere hours before was 
not to be repeated.  It would however live forever 
in their memories. 
 
 
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Ann Douglas 
 
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From: annd55@nyc.pipeline.com(Ann Douglas)
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Subject: Home Again 7 of 7
Date: 18 Sep 1996 17:50:24 GMT
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        Home Again 
            Part Seven 
               by Ann Douglas 
 
 
        "Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen 
minutes."  Mary Austin said as she adjusted the 
belt on her robe.  "You have time to grab a 
shower if you want." 
        "Sounds like a good idea." A.C. said as he 
slipped out from under the sheets and stood up.  
Strange as it seemed, given the events of last 
night, but he felt a little funny standing naked in 
front of Mary. He did however take note that she 
hadn't offered to join him in the shower.  The 
night was really over.   
         
        A.C.'s showers was brief and he stepped 
out of the bathroom ten minutes later.  As he 
stepped out into the hall, he was so preoccupied 
that he didn't notice the tall figure standing 
alongside the bathroom door. 
        "I hope you had the decency to bring your 
own clean underwear."  said the deep male voice 
from behind A.C. 
        "Josh!"  he said as he whirled around. 
        The two friends exchanged hugs, it was as 
if it had been days instead of months since they'd 
seen each other.  It took only a few minutes to 
bring each other up to date.   
        "I hope you haven't left my bed the mess 
you usually leave yours in."  Josh said as he took a 
step toward his room, the one closest to the 
bathroom. 
        "Oh shit!" A.C. said to himself, horror 
flashing through his mind. Josh's bed was as 
crisply  made as it was the previous afternoon. It 
would be obvious that A.C. hadn't slept in it. 
        "I knew it!" Josh exclaimed as he stepped 
into his room. 
        "Josh, I...."  A.C. said as he followed him. 
        Horror turned to relief as A.C. saw that 
the bed was an appropriate mess.  Mary had even 
thought of that.     
        "....  I was just going to get to that."  A.C. 
finished. 
        "Hey, I'm only kidding."  his friend 
laughed.  "Let's get down to breakfast." 
 
        Breakfast was as good if not better than 
last nights dinner.  By the time the two young men 
were done, both of their plates were empty.  A.C. 
couldn't remember the last time he'd had such an 
appetite. 
         
        Mary was about to say something when 
the phone rang.  Josh started to get up when she 
said she'd get it. 
        "If that's the office, tell them I died."  he 
quipped. 
        The call turned out to be from Mike Ford, 
one of the teachers at the school that both boys 
had attended long ago.  Mary still did some 
volunteer work for the PTA.  The conversation 
was brief, merely a confirmation of previously 
agreed on plans. 
It was the tag at the end of their chat that 
surprised the two young men at the table. 
 
        "Oh Mike, does that offer of dinner still 
hold for Saturday night?"  Mary asked.  "It does?  
Well then why don't you pick me up around 
07:30.  Good, I'll see you then.  Bye." 
 
        Josh Austin looked at his mother in shock.  
Mike Ford, a widower himself, had been asking 
Mary out for three months now.  On every other 
occasion, she gave him the same pat answer - that 
it was too soon.  Josh had begun to think that she 
would still be giving that same answer until long 
after anyone stopped asking. 
        "What brought on this change of heart?"  
he asked.  "Not that I'm complaining." 
        "Oh I don't know."  Mary said as she 
picked up the two empty plates.  "I guess A.C.'s 
visit made me realize that I should stop acting my 
age - or at least how I thought a woman my age 
was supposed to act." 
        "That's my friend A.C."  Josh said as he 
slapped him on the back.  "I always said you had a 
golden tongue." 
        "I can attest to that."  Mary said too low 
for her son to hear, but the wide smile on her face 
was evident to all.  
 
 
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