He grabbed my hand and led me to the upstairs bathroom. It wasn’t long before he had my little black dress off and his pants down. I immediately dropped to my knees and began sucking him. He was just as big and thick as I remembered.
This time it was with much more vigour and passion than the first time. This time, I was ready for him. This time I was a woman and not a 19-year-old girl. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
He lifted me up from my knees like a child and removed my panties. He sat me up on the bathroom sink and began to give me oral He mumbled that he had been dreaming about sucking my clit for over five years. How hot was that?
I grabbed hold of the back of his head for balance and spread wide open for him. He was good, very good. Mr. Graham brought me to a wonderful orgasm. Mr. Graham was very skilled at oral.
He then helped me down and bent me over the sink. I was dripping wet in anticipation. I have masturbated to this scenario many times. For five years, I imagined what it would be like to fuck Mr. Graham, to have that thick cock inside of me. He was in my head and now he was about to be inside of me. I was wet and ready for him.
His large member felt wonderful as he entered me nice and slow. Even though I was wet, I could feel his cock stretch me. It felt wonderful to be stretched, to be filled. He fucked me good and hard, with much more vigour than I had expected. I watched in the bathroom mirror as Mr. Graham rammed his cock hard and deep into me. He reached up and put his hand over my mouth and pulled my head up. I suppose I was getting loud from the wonderful pounding he was giving me.
I could tell Mr. Graham was getting tired, so I stopped him and told him to lie down on the floor. I wanted to ride him so I could look him in the face.
I whispered to him, “Let me fuck you, Mr. Graham.”
I positioned myself over his flag pole and slowly lowered myself onto him. As I did, I looked down to watch how his cock slowly parted my lips and entered me. I slid down his cock all the way to the base. I paused momentarily to feel how nice it felt to be filled by Mr. Graham. I squeezed his cock with my vagina and began to move up and down on his throbbing cock. Mr. Graham was enjoying my young breasts as he playfully teased my nipples and sucked on them.
We then locked eyes as I began to fuck Mr. Graham. Yes, it was me doing all the fucking now. First with slow up and down movements to feel every inch of his wonderful member and then slowly picking up the pace so his cock was thrusting deep inside of me. I masterfully rode him. Slow, fast, hard, slow again to draw out the experience for both of us. I wanted it to last forever.
“Oh mercy…” he moaned in a deep voice. I responded with an “Oh, fuck me harder, cum inside of me Mr. Graham, cum…”
I pressed myself firmly against his cock as we both began to spasm and orgasm together. I dug my nails into his chest as I lost all control.
“OH FUCK, YES… YES…” I cried out, forgetting the house was full of guests.
I felt his sperm shoot deep inside of me filling me with his warm seed. Mr. Wilson was now a part of me. His seed absorbed by my wanton body. I squeezed my vagina on his cock to milk every last drop of his seed. It was important to me to have all his seed inside of me.
The thought of Mr. Graham’s sperm deep inside of me caused me to have multiple orgasms. I remained mounted on him as my entire body was in spasm and trembling. I had never experienced anything like it before. Mr. Graham was impressed, as was I.
He was kind and gentle with me afterward. He gave me a warm, lush kiss. This was the first time he kissed me on the lips. Wow, how wrong is this? He was like a second father to me. I might as well have been fucking my father. They were that much alike.
I wanted to do it again and again, but he wasn’t up to it. I suppose he is in his fifties now. He got dressed and went downstairs to the party. I had a shower and went off to bed. I recall masturbating several times that night. I just couldn’t sleep as Mr. Graham was on my mind.
That was one of the most extraordinary encounters I’ve ever had. Even years later, I still use that memory to masturbate.
I had one more encounter with Mr. Graham many years later, when I was married.
About ten years after our second encounter, many things came to light about my mother. I suspected that Mr. Graham had been having a long-term affair with my mother. When I was younger, I would often run into Mr. Graham at my house after school. My mom always said he was there on church business. My dad was at work and they were alone in the house. Several times, I saw him walking down the stairs coming from the bedrooms. He was a family friend and seemed to be at the house often. I was young and never thought anything about it back then.
Years later, when I discovered my mom was cheating on my dad, I slowly started to put things together. Was it possible that Mr. Graham and my mother were having an affair? It aroused me to no end, thinking that maybe both my mother and I had sex with Mr. Graham. I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind. I wanted answers. I knew Mr. Graham was getting on in age, but I wanted to see him one last time. I had unfinished business with Mr. Graham.
I managed to sneak Mr. Graham’s cell number from my father’s phone book. I texted him a couple of sexy pictures of myself and told him I was aching to meet him one more time. I wasn’t sure if he would meet me as it had been ten years and I was married now.
He replied almost immediately, and we agreed to meet in a motel room one afternoon. My mind was racing. I had so many questions for him. I wanted answers. But I also wanted to be with him again.
I always felt comfortable around Mr. Graham. Probably because I had known him my entire life. I trusted him. He was always kind to me when I was a child and others would make fun of me.
I knocked on the motel room door. He opened it and I walked in. He looked much older than I remembered. I suppose ten years is a long time. He was now in his sixties. Could he even get it up at his age?
We kissed and hugged, but I wanted to talk first. He was always a quiet man. I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable. I began the interrogation. I’m sure that’s what it seemed to him.
I felt that my mother was a mystery to me. There was so much I didn’t know about her as she was always very secretive. I was prepared to hear anything.
Mr. Graham was honest with me. When he began talking, he blew me away. He told me he had known my mother since they were young. They dated off and on through their teenage years. They both lost their virginity to each other. He told me my mother broke up with him when they were about eighteen. His heart never healed. She was the love of his life. I thought I was prepared to hear anything but wow.
She was always a wild and free spirit, which I knew. Years later, when they were both married, they started to have a fling. It was more than a fling. They saw each other often and for many years, if not decades.
He also told me there were many other men in my mom’s life over the years. He told me my father never knew, but he was sure he suspected something. He thinks he just looked the other way and didn’t want to know.
He told me that I reminded him of my mother in many ways. That’s when I dropped my dress and pushed him back on the bed. He went down on me. He licked and sucked me to multiple climaxes that afternoon. He wasn’t the bull he was ten years ago, but with the help of Viagra, he gave me a nice ride. I lay in bed with him in his arms for close to an hour. I knew this was the last time I would be with him. It felt so good to be in his arms. I was in no hurry to leave.
Before I left, he had one more confession. He said that my younger sister was actually his daughter. I just about had a stroke when he told me this. This rocked me to my core.
But again, things started to make sense. Things were adding up.
My oldest sister and I resemble each other. We both have our parents’ features. My younger sister was the oddball. She looked completely different. Growing up, I never thought anything about it.
As we got older, I began to see a strange resemblance between my sister and my friend Lindsay, Mr. Graham’s daughter. I never said anything, but I do remember thinking it many times. They resembled each other in both appearance and mannerism.
Mr. Lindsay said that my mother never said anything to my father. As far as my father knew, we were all his daughters. If he did figure it out, he never let it be known. Talk about deep family secrets.
My sister has no idea that she is Mr. Graham’s daughter. It would devastate her if she knew. I just hope nobody in our family gets a DNA test.
That was the last time I saw Mr. Graham, but I do think of him often.