Comforting Her Mother

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A sudden tragedy throws a young man and a mature woman together.

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Need one female to play Susan Samuels. Please read the following scenario.PM me if interested.

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Pete Barrett rushed through the hospital gates. His eyes scanned the crowded reception area. Julia had been frantic on the phone. He had never heard his usually confident girl friend sound so scared before. Her father had just had a heart attack, he had been rushed to the hospital and she felt both terrified and helpless- thousands of miles away from home, in Australia, working on a training program. “Could you please go and check on him for me, sweetheart, mum would also feel a lot better to see you”, she had asked him.
He had rushed there and now he looked around for Julia’s family.

Then he spotted Susan Samuels, Julia’s mum slumped on a plastic bench near the coffee counter. She looked drained, exhausted, her eyes swollen and wet. He walked up to her quietly, not quite sure, how to greet her and what to say.

Then she looked up and saw him, her face broke into a wet smile, she got up with a start and hugged him tight. He could feel her crying into his shirt. His arms went around her. He felt her pain, yet he also felt a strange pleasure in being able to comfort this woman. This beautiful woman, who he had always admired, her soft trembling form, shaking with sobs in his arms.

Julia’s uncle walked up to him, “They’ve operated, but he’s in the ICU, they’ll keep him under watch tonight.”
Pete nodded an acknowledgement as he gently ran his hands through Susan’s hair, “It’ll be all right Mrs. Samuels”.
She seemed to gather her strength and looked up to his face. He saw the beautiful shape of her mouth. He was suddenly very very aware of the line of her bra under her thin shirt.

 

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[sierrahughes]

5'7"
Brunette
Blue Eyes
36D-25-37
42 years old
Susan Samuels

The circumstances of Paul's heart attack had long been forgotten. Susan could only remember his close to lifeless form on the ground, and the loud curling scream she let out soon after. Eventually she had to force herself to calm down to get help, but when Paul was finally pushed through the OT, she just felt all the adrenaline drained away.

She was tired, distraught, and not even certain if she would still have a husband past the night. But Paul needed her the most now.

Sobering up, she stood, absent-mindedly thanked Pete for rushing down, and headed towards the ICU. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be alone now, but she definitely did not need comforting. Words will only ring hollow to her.

 

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She drew away from him as suddenly as she had rushed into his arms. He wondered if he had alarmed her in any way. Had she somehow felt the tremors of the crazy feelings that had popped up in his head as he had held her?
He was worried for a second. But as he saw her walk away distractedly, he saw a woman in grief, frail and unsure. He had this deep desire to hold her again- to tell her everything would be all right. That he would be there for her.
Pete was surprised at himself. What was the meaning of this surge of emotion he was feeling for this woman? Their relationship had been almost matter of fact till that point. He was her daughter's boyfriend-that was all. He had never even felt that she approved of him entirely. He had always thought her beautiful and classy. Sexy even, but she was his girlfriend’s mum and had never seemed too eager to be friends.
The moment of the hug, still seemed to hang in the air and as he saw her return- he sat down and looked away almost as if to disown it had ever happened.

 

[sierrahughes]

It was not true that hospitals never slept. She watched through the glass partition that defined the ICU, and observed the rise and fall of her husband's recently opened chest. She remembered her hands firmly on his chest, with her knees on either side of his waist. His hands, now looking limp and cold at his side, were warm and loving on her breasts.

Susan was riding her husband on a wild night of sex when this happened. And she could not help but feel some responsibility for what his current state.

"You know, we were having sex when his heart gave way," Susan said matter-of-factly to Pete, who came to being beside her once more.

Susan was never close to Pete, or any of her girl's boyfriends for that matter. It was her way of staying protective over her. But she felt the urge to tell. Possibly, to relieve herself of the guilt that was growing with each passing moment that Paul lay on the ICU bed.

 

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Desire…freakish… vague…unnerving desire. Pete had to admit the nature of his feelings to himself. But he couldn’t just sit there with his head hanging down dwelling on the nature of this desire. What would Julia’s family think? Maybe they’ll interpret it as concern for Paul. He was both amused and horrified by his complete inability to feel anything for Julia’s father-the reason he was here.

God this was crazy. He decided to force normalcy on his thoughts and action. He could do it. He looked up and saw Susan standing by the glass partition staring into the ICU. The muted light of the hospital corridor, made her look so small, shadowy, ready to disappear.

“Pete would you look after her. I have to go home-pick up some clothes and blankets. We’ll have to stay the night. I’ll be back soon.”
He was almost startled by the voice. It was Julia’s uncle. He nodded an acknowledgement and saw him walk away.

His eyes went back to Susan. She looked so alone…unreal. He got up almost involuntarily and walked up to her side. He could see Paul’s unmoving form hooked up to the instruments-their blue green flicker the only marker of his being alive.

“"You know, we were having sex when his heart gave way".
It was like a slap of cold water. Had she just said that? He turned very slowly to look at her. Was this some cruel trick his head was playing with him. No, it was her, he could see the slight tremor of her lips and the pain….and guilt in her eyes.
She was blaming herself for this. That was not right. He turned and drew her into a hug-it was a reflex reaction. She seemed to melt into his arms. It was a strange moment- the corridor was unnaturally quiet and they seemed to be the only two people there. There was Paul of course, the silent unseeing witness.

His hands seemed to have a life of their own-he was comforting her- they moved slowly-moving down her back in slow circles- sometimes moving onto the swell of her hips- he could feel her soft yielding flesh through the cotton skirt.

It was then he made a terrifying realization… she seemed to be wearing no panties. His breath caught in his throat. And his hand stopped in its slow journey-he was cupping her ass.
What was he doing? He wished he was dead.

 

[sierrahughes]

It took some time for Susan to register the sensations, but when she did she did not hesitate to back away from Pete. What on earth was Pete doing?

"Pete, Julia is not here. And after all that has happened, I am the one who should be confused and frightened, not you..." Susan's voice trailed off, as she started to put two and two together. Perhaps, it was not a good idea to reveal to Pete what Paul and her were doing before the heart attack.

But Susan was also a little surprised that her response was so measured. She should be angry! For herself, how Pete had come so close to violating her; and for her dear daughter Julia as well.

"Maybe you should go, Pete," Susan said, trying to put an end to the thoughts she was beginning to have.

 

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"Pete, Julia is not here. And after all that has happened, I am the one who should be confused and frightened, not you......maybe you should go, Pete"

He had definitely overstepped the line. Her moving away and her words were almost a relief to him. She had provided him with a clear exit. He could leave and they could forget all of this momentary foolishness. He would visit in the morning, smile at her, say the normal things, ask about Paul's recovery and things would be as they were.

He began to back away.
"I'm sorry...Susan...", his half uttered apology seemed to hang in the air. He didn't know why he said that. It was like an admission of guilt.

He turned and walked quickly to the exit. He was almost out when he realized that Jake, Paul's brother was not back yet. Could he leave her all alone? What if she needed something? He couldn't leave her like that. He crept back to ICU corridor, she was still rooted to the same spot looking in. He sat down on a bench at disatnce and waited in the shadows for Jake to return.

In the quiet shadows, the image of her coupling with Paul, rose up like a taunting spectre, alongwith the memory of her pliant flesh, it rose up from his fingertips and slowly invaded his being.
It was then that he realized the most surprising thing about the entire incident. He had been groping his girlfriend's grieving mother like a mindless teenager and yet she had not been really angry with him. Why?

 

[sierrahughes]

Susan spoke to one of the nurses for a short while, before she had to carry on with her rounds. It was comforting to have someone to talk to, but Susan knew better than to expect any more than what was already a very kind gesture.

So she sat back in silence, clutching at the blanket the nurse had also brought along.

Waiting outside the ICU was perhaps the most painful thing ever. You could gaze at your loved one, but the entire experience was devoid of physical touch, and it ate her up inside. It was her first experience, and hopefully her last, and she wished Julia was here with her.

Susan closed her eyes momentarily, but found that it was even more difficult to sleep than she had imagined, even though her body was fully exhausted. She could almost hear the clock on the wall ticking away.

 

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Pete saw the nurse talking to Susan and give her a blanket. She sat down and seemed to close her eyes. Good, he thought, she looked exhausted, some sleep would do her good.
He suddenly realized how tired he was himself . He could do with a little nap. He closed his eyes and drifted off almost immideately.

He dreamed about a hospital. Susan was crying, he was holding her hand. Then suddenly he was kissing her. She pulled away and shouted at him and then there were Paul and Julia too - looking at him with disgust. He woke up with a start. His eyes blinking at the sudden light. Where was he? Then it all came back to him...Julia's dad...the hospital.

He looked at his watch, it was almost seven in the morning. Wow, he had been asleep for almost four hours.
Someone had put a blanket around him. Where was Susan?
Then he saw them. Susan and Jake were with the doctor. He seemed to be telling them something and from their expressions it seemed as if things were all right. The doctor walked away. Susan slumped onto a chair, with relief or exhaustion and he saw Jake walk towards him. Pete got up to his feet.

" Sorry I fell asleep. How's Paul?"

"He's stable. They'll keep monitoring him. Susan's exhausted...she really needs to rest. She'll make herself sick like this. I'll try and convince her to go home for a while. I'll stay here. Would you do me a favour and drive her home please?"

"Sure."

Jake walked away and Pete saw him talking to Susan.

Pete felt happy for the first time sice he was here. He could finally be of some help to Julia's family.

 

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[sierrahughes]

Once Jake turned to head back into the hospital, Susan and Pete walked side by side, without a word. The cause of the awkward silence, and the invisible wall now erected between them, was clear. What was ambiguous, was how normalcy could resume, if possible.

It didn't take long for them to walk to the car, and as Susan was about to head towards the driver's side, Pete intercepted her by putting his body between the car and herself, their arms brushing past one another briefly. Susan did not put up a protest, and turned towards the passenger seat instead.

The car began to move, and the motion was strangely comforting. The rays from the morning sun were diffused by the patches of dark clouds in the sky. It seemed like a gloomy day. They passed trees, pedestrians at the sidewalk, other cars, trucks...

...Susan only discovered they were home when the Pete turned the engines off. She had fallen asleep without really knowing how long she was out for.

"Susan? We're home," she could barely make out the familiar voice as she struggled to open her eyes, and then squirmed a little in the seat. She was reminded, only momentarily, of her lack of underwear when her bare skin rubbed against the warm leather cushion as her skirt rode up a little.

Groggily she unfastened the seat belt, and got to her feet unsteadily. Closing the door after herself, she took one step onto the road and was suddenly greeted by a loud carhorn!

The world quickly turned into a daze and she found herself lying on the sidewalk, with Pete underneath her.

"Are you ok? Susan?"

 

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Pete had assumed that the craziness of the past night would be somehow forgotten, wiped clean by the morning light. In the short tense walk to car park, his wishful assumption soon withered away. He couldn’t think of a single thing to say to her and she didn’t seem to be in a mood to help.
She wanted to drive but he stopped her. She gave up without a word.

Pete watched her carefully as she slipped into the passenger seat. He didn’t want her to hurt herself. She was exhausted, ready to fall away. She slumped in her seat, too tired to be proper-her long legs sprawled in front of her and her skirt riding up. Pete quickly averted his eyes, but it was too late. The memory of last night had already jumped back in his head- like a little devil determined to play truant.

As Pete started the car and drove away- a single thought ran through his head like a scalding iron- the very beautiful mother of his girlfriend was sitting next to him in a car wearing no underwear.

He drove in a stupor. It took all his will power to dull the searing need to turn his head and look at her. He drove the entire way without once taking his eyes off the road. He parked the car in front of the house and waited for her to get off. When she did not move for several seconds, he dared to turn his head and look at her.

Susan had fallen asleep. Even in the dull grey light of the cloudy morning-she was a sight to behold. Her long dark hair had come undone and fell loosely over the swell of her breasts. It was a like a dark sea that rose and fell as she breathed. But then the dull ache in Pete’s heart turned into sheer panic as his eyes fell lower. In her sleep her legs had fallen apart-they were spread almost lewdly. He could see the gentle slope of her pale thighs ….and just a hint of a dark shadow at their junction. He turned his head. He couldn’t bear to look anymore. He didn’t trust himself.
He took a deep breath and spoke aloud, “Susan? We're home."

She woke up unsteadily, as if unsure of where she was. Pete got out of the car wanting to move around to her side of the car- to help her out. But she had already got her door open. To his horror he saw a speeding car turn a corner and head towards her-there was the loud blast of the car horn- the car swerved-its tires screeching- and drove away. It hadn’t hit her- almost in slow motion he saw her slump and fall forward from the shock of it all. He dived forward, to break her fall. His arms went around her as he tried to cushion their fall onto the sidewalk. They fell heavily; the wind was knocked out of him. He lay there for a moment, holding her tight on top of him, trying to catch his breath. He could feel her hair on his face. As he drew in huge gulps of air, he breathed in her scent.

Suddenly he was gripped by panic. Was she hurt? Still holding her atop him he spoke to her, his voice trembling with fear, “Are you ok? Susan?"
She was unnervingly quiet. Then she slowly mover her head and groaned, he began to breathe again. Very slowly he got her to her feet. She didn’t seem hurt, but seemed to have had a really bad shock. She was so shaky; he couldn’t trust her to walk. He lifted her in his arms, cradling her like a child and walked up the steps to their door. She buried her head into his shoulders-he could feel her sobbing. He did not even realise that as he held her, his hand was under her skirt, on her bare skin.

At that moment all that mattered to him was to somehow comfort this woman who had been through perhaps the most terrible day of her entire life. As they stood at the door, he looked down at her gently and asked her,

“The keys, Susan?”

 

[sierrahughes]

Susan broke down uncontrollably, her flow of tears only stopping when Pete finally put her back on her feet at her front door. It had somehow only hit her that she came that close to losing Paul, and just as suddenly, she had her own brush with death.

As she pushed the keys into the lock, and turned, she inadvertently turned to look at Pete, and discovered to her horror, that he had scraped both his elbows and one of his knees. The scrape had caused a rip on his pants where his kneecap was. The rush of guilt came to her once more. She still felt responsible for Paul landing in the hospital, and now Pete got hurt trying to help her.

"I'm so sorry Pete, look at you, does it hurt?" she reached out instinctively, holding his arm in her hand as she took a closer look at one elbow, and then the next. She hadn't realised that Pete not only seemed oblivious to his own injuries, but that he was in fact trying very hard, albeit in vain, not to stare at her full breasts straining against the confines of her shirt.

That was, until she looked up and their eyes met momentarily. Pete looked away first, but she felt a flush of embarrassment as well, and released his arm.

"Come in Pete, I'll get you a proper dressing for that. It's the least I can do," Susan said, as she walked ahead of Pete into the kitchen. She didn't need to show Pete around, since he was definitely familiar with the house to begin with. As she felt her bare thighs rub against one another during her strides into the kitchen, she was reminded for the second time that she was not wearing any underwear. She made a mental note of it...

...Susan came back and found Pete channel-surfing. She brought some bandages and antiseptic lotions with her, much to Pete's dismay. But it didn't take too much insistence on her part to get Pete to permit her to treat him. The elbows went well without incident, apart from Pete whincing a little more than he would have liked as she rubbed the lotion into his elbows. For what seemed like a long time, Susan finally broke into a smile.

Then came his scraped knee. Susan tried to roll up Pete's jeans initially, but it was to no avail.

"Take off your pants, Pete. This wouldn't take long," Susan finally said.

 

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Pete was relieved when he saw her being able to open the door herself. He had been oblivious to his own injuries until Susan pointed them out. To his horror, she caught him staring at her wonderfully full breasts- and he suddenly felt the pain of his injuries. Pain and shame went together, he supposed.

While Susan went looking for first aid, he hobbled into the living room. As he sat on the big wide couch, his hand went straight for the TV remote. It was almost a reflex action. He and Julia had spent many cosy evenings making out on this couch-watching TV and nibbling at each other… and then there had been that special evening, the day before she was to leave for Australia. It had been almost a month since then- but Pete remembered the delicious torment Julia gifted him in vivid detail, he could almost feel her soft wet mouth slowly enveloping his cock…he had been so hard…her hair caressing his thighs, sending shivers through his soul. God he missed her…just the memory of that evening had given him a bad hard on.

Just then Susan walked in-interrupting his fevered musings. She fussed about with his scraped elbows. The sting of the antiseptic made him jump a little-but the feeling of the firm softness of her breasts against his arms-was like a heady anaesthetic. He kept his eyes glued to the TV- quite insensible to what was playing- trying to force his hard on away-but he was losing the battle. Just then, he heard the most wonderfully macabre suggestion from Susan.

"Take off your pants, Pete. This wouldn't take long.”

What the hell was she talking about? It took him a second to realize that all she wanted to do was to bandage his knee. There was no way he was taking his pants off- his desire for her would be exposed in all its undeniable monstrosity. As he struggled to think of an excuse, he saw her manicured hands reach to unfasten his belt. He shifted evasively, a bad move on his part, it shifted-badly. She saw it now, hard and long, straining against his trouser leg. She stared.

He had to say something to interrupt her gaze.

“Susan… I can’t take my pants off.”

He mumbled stupidly, stating the obvious. She did not even look up at him, the stare went on uninterrupted.

 

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[sierrahughes]

Susan couldn't stop herself from staring, albeit for a few passing moments. When she recollected herself, the awkwardness had already crept into the room. The right thing to do was probably to send the young man into a room to get changed out properly, but Susan knew that would do nothing to break the tension. Besides, Pete was hurt in the first place from her own carelessness.

"Don't be silly Pete, you're Julia's boyfriend, and I'm old enough to be your mom. Take your pants off and let me clean up your wound," Susan brushed aside the tension with her gentle mocking tone, and continued to work on his belt.

"Besides, you are wearing boxers, right?" Susan asked just before Pete began to unbutton his jeans.

 

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"Yes..."
There was no point in protesting any further- it would've only made things worse.
Pete stood up slowly and slipped the jeans down his legs. He looked down. His obscenely huge erection strained unashamedly behind the thin boxers- inches from Susan's face. He could almost feel her breath on his bare stomach. What he could also see from this new vantage point was the glorious valley between her heaving breasts. The sight made his cock twitch with naked need. He groaned and shifted; his penis brushed her cheek.

 

[sierrahughes]

Once the jeans were off, Susan quickly went about her business. The wound was not a deep one, but it did cover quite a fair bit of ground on his knee. As Susan began to pull out yet another wad of cotton to begin cleaning his wound, she inadvertently took a quick glance at Pete's...

Susan had to force herself to focus. She's Julia's boy, Susan, the voice in her head reminded her. She took a deep breath, making sure that her eyes were looking down, at his knee, at the bottle of antiseptic lotion she was holding, at the wad of cotton, at anything other than the obvious erection Pete was sporting. And most importantly, she wanted to avoid his eyes as well. She hoped, for their sake, that he was looking away as well.

Susan leaned forward once she had poured sufficient lotion onto the cotton, and then leaned forward, reaching for his knee when Pete shifted his feet slightly, and she felt his hardness brush against her cheek.

Without pausing for more than a second, she found the strength to ignore it at the moment, and doused Pete's knee with the lotion-soaked cotton instead.

 

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He couldn't help but flinch at Susan's sudden violence-the searing bite of the lotion on his scraped knee. His hand shot out to balance himself, instinctively reaching out to her shoulder for support. With his feet entangled in the pulled down jeans, he couldn't regain his balance. He fell awkwardly taking Susan down with him as well. Pete's situation had just got a whole lot worse. He lay atop his girlfriend's mother, his raging erection pressed right into her face, his legs between her splayed thighs, squishing her panty-less nether world.

 

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[sierrahughes]

The tension that filled the room suddenly was overwhelming. Instead of quickly picking themselves up from the slight mishap, both Susan and Pete lay there in their very compromising position. She could almost feel his hardness, which was only mere inches from her face now.

But once she started to move, Pete quickly tried to regain some kind of normalcy as well, kicking his jeans off to disentangle his feet. Susan, on her part, brushed the front of her skirt as she tried to straighten it back down.

"If I didn't know better Pete, I would have thought you were trying to come onto me," Susan finally broke the silence, albeit in a really awkward way with a joke. Her cheeks flushed immediately when the words left her mouth, causing her to turn away in embarrassment.

 

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"She is wet."

As they lay there, for what seemed like an eternity, an awkward heap of limbs and breasts and hands and mouths, he had felt the liquid heat of her crotch searing his leg just below the knee. Just then Susan stirred beneath him. He got with up a sudden violence surprising himself and kicked off the jeans that bound his feet. As he turned to look at her, he saw the weeping pink gash of her sex, staring at him, and then hidden again as she smoothened her skirt and stood up.
Peter was in a daze. He felt a strange slow fever take him over. A fever of desire, overwhelming him.

"If I didn't know better Pete, I would have thought you were trying to come onto me.”
She tried to joke and failing miserably, turned to hide her face.

As she turned away from him, he looked down at his right leg, and there just below his knee, he saw the faint gleam of the moisture from her cunt. He reached down and gently rubbed his fingers in her juices and brought it up to his nose... taking in the scent of her need.

Her pungent essence seemed to unleash something primal within him. He approached her turned away form and with a gentle but firm hand pushed her towards the couch. As she started to stumble, he encircled her waist, pushing her head forward, forcing her to bend over and holding on to the back of the couch. Then with one hand firm on her back keeping her down, he lifted her skirt with the other, baring the quivering white flesh of her buttocks and the fleshy wet folds of her pussy.

He pushed his boxers down, letting out his enraged penis, its flaming purple head ready to plough her gash. He slid up right behind her branding her flesh with his rod, his cock like a mad dog straining against his leash to assault her cunt.

“I am sorry, Susan”, he heard himself say.

With that he plunged forward and entered the wet heat of her sex.

Did she cry out in pain or in pleasure? He didn’t quite know. Something had taken over him- he had lost control.
He was fucking Susan Samuels, his girl friend’s mom.
The pleasure was indescribable.
And he wanted it to go on forever.

 

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[sierrahughes]

Susan had turned and began to walk away, fully aware of the sexual tension between Pete and her that hung above the room, but did not expect the turn of events that came afterwards.

She was wondering, forbidden thoughts she had reminded herself, about how it might be like to feel Pete's warmth, in her palm, between her lips, nestled between her breasts, and maybe deep inside her own warmth...

...and then things happened very quickly. Feeling a nudge from the back, she subsequently lost her balance, falling over the top of the couch, and just as her flailing arms struggled in vain to grab at some kind of support, she felt a strong pair of arms hold onto her waist, preventing her from landing head first on the other side of the couch.

Just as suddenly, she felt the cold air in the room hit her buttocks, and her glistening pussy, and then the last thing she registered was, I am sorry, Susan, before she felt her pussy filled.

Fuck!

It was a silent scream in her head, before she could consciously register what was going on. By the time she realised that Pete was fucking her, no raping her, he already had a good rhythm going, thrusting in and out of her as their juices mixed, and the sounds of his balls slapping against her.

"No!" This time Susan did scream aloud, as she began to squirm against Pete, trying desperately to gain some kind of balance and a foothold. Tears were welling up in her eyes, as the pounding continued, Susan feeling more and more violated with each passing moment.