“What Helen is trying to say…” Madison started to explain.
“What I’m saying,” Helen interrupted, “Is that you should stop feeling sorry for yourself. It’s time you started going out and being around other people. Maybe date someone, do something fun, get laid. Don’t waste your life moping around the house like you’re doing now.”
“That’s my decision to make, not yours,” John replied through clenched teeth before standing and heading to the house.
“That didn’t go over too well,” Helen said as she watched him duck inside the house.
“Maybe I should go and see if I can calm him down,” Madison stated, starting to rise.
“No, I’ll do it. I’m the one he’s upset with,” Helen replied jumping to her feet and heading off before Madison could stop her.
When Helen entered the house John was nowhere in sight. After searching the kitchen and finding it empty she figured he might be in his bedroom. That’s where she found him. He was standing in the middle of the room with his back to the open door sipping on a half-full bottle of tequila. Slowly she went up to him and pressed herself against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist and letting her hands settle on his firm abdomen. She felt him tense up as her skin made contact with his shirtless back.
“I didn’t mean to make you mad John. I just want what’s best for you,” she said softly.
He felt the smoothness of her skin against his back and the warmth of her hands on his tummy. To his surprise it felt good, very good. His cock was starting to show signs that it liked the feel of her against him also.
“And you think the best thing for me would be to get laid?” There was no anger in his voice.
“I know you miss Kathy, we all do. But I also know that she’d want you to get on with your life dear,” Helen gently replied as one of her hands inched lower on his stomach.
Taking a pull from the bottle John asked, “Do you think she’d be okay with her own mother trying to fuck me?”
“Actually, I think she would like the idea that it was with someone who really cares for you,” she cooed, her hand now dipping into the waistband of his trunks.
“I’m not so sure of that,” he whispered, feeling his resistance fading away as she began to place tiny kisses on his shoulders.
“I am sweetie, trust me,” she replied soothingly, her hand now all the way down the front of his trunks.
John stood there with his eyes closed and surrendered to the warmth of her hand as it finally wrapped around his semi-hard cock. He felt lightheaded as more and more blood flowed into his penis making it rock hard. Softly he leaned back against her feeling the swell of her tits pressing firmly into his back. God it’s been so long he thought as the sensation of her hand stroking his shaft sent flutters of joy throughout his being. He hadn’t even allowed himself the pleasure of masturbating since Kathy’s death.
My God he is huge thought Helen as she felt his cock expand to its fully aroused size in her hand. The thought of having this beast stuck up inside her filled her with joy as her hand stroked faster along the throbbing shaft. Without thinking about it she took her hand off his cock long enough to use both to pull his trunks down around his knees. With the trunks out of the way she reached back around and captured the hot hard meat of his cock once more in her hand. This time she was able to make longer strokes. As her hand worked his shaft with ever increasing speed, she brought her other hand around till it was on top of her mound, the fingertips pressing against her stiffening clit under her skimpy suit. Deftly she used her fingers to pull the fabric to one side giving her access to the slick, wet folds of her slit. A tiny sigh of relief escaped her lips as two fingers wormed their way up into her flooded tunnel.