“Sarah, what the hell are you doing up there?” called Stephen from downstairs and Sarah’s heart leaped into her throat. She put her fingers to h...r lips and reluctantly released Oscar’s dick as she turned and ran back to the solid banister that overlooked the living room. Sarah leaned over the railing and called down to her husband. “I am keeping an eye on this fellow. I don’t want him stealing anything,” she said in a false whisper. Just then a fiendish idea came into her mind and she slipped. Underneath I wore nude hose, a garter belt and my usual unremarkable panties and matronly bra. My maroon suit is an ensemble that is deadly for a mature woman as I think it makes one look old and bleak. It would challenge this brash young man's notion of me as a sexual partner; a notion that he should no longer be fixated on, after the years that had passed. My fingernails were well manicured but in keeping with my deliberately dowdy look I wore no nail polish, minimal makeup, just a little. At first she couldn't get enough fucking and she would suck me off any time I wanted. After a while I had to really insist when I wanted a blow job. So it was just easier to not bother her. Also, she had let her body get fat and wasn't the cute little thing she had been, when we first got married.As the years went by, I had other women and even shared one of my friend's wife, Maggie. He loved to watch her get fucked and suck cock. She was an excellent cock sucker and as I liked blow jobs very. The only interest I had in life was my work, saving money, the control of my investments, and long hours studying the papers in stock trading to invest trying to make more money for an early retire, as working for long periods of time under water had begun to affect my health, I had few mundane diversions and no permanent female company. I loved and respected my father very much, but I loved my mother with carnal desires and sex repressed passion.I was coming to the end for the first time of a.