Her face was quite angelic and if dressed in a school girl outfit she could easily have passed for 16 although she must have been older. Mrs. Gerrard ...kept house, cooking and cleaning. I did glimpse her through the windows occasionally and saw her polishing Mr. Gerrrard’s fine collection of antique pistols which hung on his living room wall, quite a collection and obviously worth a few bob.Early Friday afternoon Mr. Gerrard returned from work, he had a good look around the place, packed his. Her eye’s saw the tent created by my hardon, she gasped.“I’m sorry mom, I choked out, rising I went to leave, her hand grabbed my arm and pulled me down to her side.“Jeff, you have paid me the biggest complement any person could, you have told me that I am still sexy to another man”Pulling me close she said, ”Jeff please kiss me, not like a son, but as a man, I need to feel wanted again”I gently reached for her, slowly our lips met, I knew this was wrong, but she needed some confidence back.We. ” “I can’t.” His grin grew wider. “Yes you can.” And he pulled her onto the dance floor. She was shocked by his smooth forcefulness, and a little turned on. He pulled her body close to his. He was right, her body fit perfectly into his. His hips were swaying to the music and she was a little stiff. It had been so long since she had danced with anyone. He leaned close to her ear, so close his lips brushed her skin and it sent chills down her spine. He whispered softly, “Close your eyes, and feel. He saw my face contort and must have guessed that I was close to another orgasm.“Remember what I told you slave, you better not come!”He purposely sped up frigging my clit as he fucked me, testing me to see if I could hold out. It was hard, holding in an orgasm I so badly wanted to let out, while getting slammed over and over. I moaned and tried my best to think of something else, anything else, like all the other losers who couldn't fuck to save their life, but it always came back around to me.