Beth still had an hourglass frame, but it had widened somewhat over the years. She wasn’t fat, but was thicker, I guess, than her younger self had been. Her arms weren’t as taught as they used to be, and they flopped around just a bit underneath, as her muscles softened and separated, but she didn’t have fat floppy old-woman arms, thank god. Her tummy had a bit of a pot too it now, but again, not too much; she had delightful folds of baby fat on her belly when she bent over or sat forward though, I guess she was a normal 60-something woman in that sense. Her hips flared nicely to provide a delightful contrast to her waist, and the bump of her wide ass was still flat enough to let her wear jeans or polyester pants without looking ridiculous. I especially loved her legs, thicker on top but still shapely, with nice wide thighs that flattened and spread when she sat down, but held their own when she stood upright. Shapely calves finished the tour, now lined in some spots with thin burst veins, but still presentable. All told, she was a lovely woman who still maintained a recognizably feminine figure that I loved to plunder whenever the chance presented itself.
I had hoped that we’d be able to spend some quality time alone during this trip, quality time meaning time spent with her on her back as I hovered over top of her, but I doubted anything would happen, since there were so many people around this weekend. Maybe we would try to get a room for a couple hours, but I imagined she was probably fed up with my advances by now and just wanted to be left alone for once. At her age, maybe she even wanted this to end. Who knew? It was harder for her to physically engage in sex now. It was painful for her to spend too much time on her back these days, whether someone was on top of her or not, and it surely must be painful for so old a woman to be penetrated by a rough and vicious lover. When we did get together, we didn’t get up to nearly as many tricks as we used to, as she is too weak and breakable to accommodate many different positions or the rough pounding I enjoy administering her.
But still, I had to try, didn’t I? She looked wonderful this weekend, energetic and happy, and the warm weather kept her in shorts and t-shirts or in sun dresses that showed off a lot of her pasty skin and accentuated her womanly curves. Yip, I wanted a piece of my mother this weekend, no question.
Saturday afternoon before we went out for dinner, I needed to use the laundry room downstairs. Everyone else was upstairs, and my mother was in her bedroom re-unpacking the two large suitcases she had brought with her for the long weekend. Only half innocently, I walked in to her room to chat with her, and although I wasn’t planning anything erotic, I was very cheeky and up front with her as she shuffled through her clothes, and I gave her a bit of a swat on her wide bum, then left my hand there and rubbed it roughly, letting her know that I was still interested in what she had to offer a man. When she didn’t react adversely, I leant into her and kissed her earlobe and the side of her neck. Stopping to look for a negative reaction and expecting a light slap or a lecture on how we had to stop this nonsense for once and for all, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she simply accepted my caresses and smiled softly. This implied consent from the old woman spurred me on a little bit further.
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