Going Home Again

She reminds me of my Grams. This originally started out to be a short story, but it grew while I was writing it. Updates to the other stories cumming soon!

My name is Kathy, I am 45 years old and after 26 years of marriage, my now ex-husband decided he wanted a newer model, so he divorced me. I mean I’m definitely not a Charlize Theron beauty, but I can still turn heads. I’m about 125 pounds, not as firm as I once was, but still look pretty good in a bikini. Yoga, Pilates, and running along the beach helped me stay in moderately decent shape.

I had moved 1500 miles from my hometown for him and decided to move back home. I took a week off and went back home and checked around for new jobs and a place to live. I hadn’t had any luck on the job front, or finding a place to live. On a whim, I checked on the house I grew up in and found that a very nice middle-aged woman bought the place after my dad passed.

Donita, as I found out her name, was widowed shortly after she bought the place. When I told her my situation and that I hadn’t had luck with either the job or the apartment hunt. She invited me in, and we talked for a while, then she gave me a tour, and showed me how she had made the place her own. There was a small bathroom upstairs, still with the pink tile I remembered from growing up there. Three bedrooms upstairs, one she had converted into a crafts room, with lots of leather scraps laying around, one was still a bedroom, looked like a little girls bedroom, and one was mostly fille with boxes and boxes of stuff. I noticed a few of the boxes were from some interesting places, Fredricks, Adam & Eve and a couple of other weird named stores.

The Master bedroom she avoided, which actually made me more curious, but I kept my mouth shut. The living room was almost like a museum quality place, lots of antiques, a couple of paintings on the wall, Tiffany lamps. Donita laughed, said that it was her retirement plan. It was getting late and Donita asked if I had dinner plans. I told her I thought I’d just grab some Taco Bell on the way back to my motel. She insisted that I stay for dinner, and after some discussion, I said I would only if I could help. Donita, just like my Grams, is a plump woman, probably 180 to 200 pounds, with huge breasts and a fat butt. But she is very pretty. And the dress she was wearing fit very well, and hugged her big breasts, pale blue and very low cut in front, and a bit short in my opinion. She stood up, pulled me to my feet and gave me a hug! I don’t know if it was the memories of growing up here and getting hugs from my grandma or what, but I actually enjoyed the hug! And Donita’s nipples were quite pronounced! Now, I have never been attracted to women, like, ever, but seeing her very large nipples gave me strange feelings in my stomach, and I felt my nipples get hard.

Donita decided on spaghetti, with her homemade pasta sauce and fresh baked bread, toasted with spicy cheese and garlic. I stood back and watched for a few minutes while Donita got everything together, then I was told to stir the sauce slowly while the spaghetti was cooking. Donita sliced off some big thick slices of bread, and I noticed her breasts swaying with her body movements. Donita patted my butt and told me to move, and she opened the oven to slide the bread in. When she bent over, her dress was short enough that I could see the cheeks of her butt. Donita peeked around her shoulder and saw me looking and winked at me. And I got that funny feeling again.

We finished preparing the food and carried everything to the dining room. Then Donita ran back to the kitchen and came back with a chilled bottle of wine and two wine glasses. The pasta sauce was excellent, the bread was toasty on the outside but soft and delicious inside. Any time my wine glass got down about half, Donita topped it off again.

As we are eating, I keep noticing Donita’s erect nipples. And she notices that I noticed, and I swear they got bigger. We talked and enjoyed the great food. Then Donita makes a bold offer; she offered to let me stay with her, and I could stay in the same room I had when I was growing up. I explained that I haven’t yet found a job, and yet for every argument I had, Donita countered. She said I could stay and search for a job after I get moved in here. I don’t know if it was the wine or being so dejected that I’ve struck out in my searches, but I said OK.

Donita jumped up and pulled me to my feet and gave me another crushing hug. And I could feel her breasts pressing against mine. And she patted my butt like my Grams did when I was little. And I really liked that feeling.

Donita convinced me to go back, quit my job and hire a moving company to move my stuff. I laughed and said that after my divorce, I moved into a furnished studio apartment, so there isn’t much to bring back home. I could probably fit everything in my car. She said good and she expected me back here by the end of next week. I agreed and as she walked me to the door, she kept her hand on my butt, then gave me a kiss, on my lips as she said goodbye.

I drove back to my motel, set my alarm early so I could turn in the rental car and get to the airport for my flight back. I stripped to my panties and crawled into bed. I was pleased that I found a place to live, and I kept going back to Donita, her breasts, her patting my bottom. My nipples were hard. And my fingers found their way into my panties. I slowly rubbed up and down, spreading my lips with a finger before sliding a finger into my wetness. I pulled my finger out and for some reason, I put my finger in my mouth. I have never tasted myself before and was pleasantly surprised that I tasted good. Then I slid two fingers in and rubbed my clitoris with my other hand. I fell asleep after several orgasms, and I dreamt about Donita’s plump bottom and big breasts.

The next week was stressful, my boss begged and pleaded with me, even offered me a 3% raise. I told her that too many bad memories here, and I told her about the woman offering to let me rent the same room I grew up in. I did not tell her about Donita kissing me or patting my butt or her large breasts and nipples. She laughed and said that it sounds like the woman found a nice little girl to come home. I didn’t know just how prophetic those words were.

Donita called me every evening, making sure everything was going to plan, and told me that I am supposed to call her when I leave, and call her when I stop for the night. She told me to take my time, get plenty of rest breaks and not to drive when I’m tired. I joked and said, “Yes Mommy, I’ll call you like a good little girl.” She started crying, and said, “Oh baby girl, I . . . um, that makes me happy. Call me!”

The morning I left, I called her, and she almost sounded frantic! “I thought you said you were leaving at 6? It’s after 8 already!”

“Donita, there’s a two-hour time difference, remember?”

“Oh, silly me, I was getting worried for nothing. It’s just that I am so much looking forward to having you here.” We talked a few minutes longer and then she said, “Be careful, Babygirl!” I got that funny feeling again.

As I cross the Montana state line, I think that one thing I will not miss is the desolate days of gray skies and snow! I made it to Sioux Falls and stopped for the night. I settled into the motel room, stripped to my panties and crawled under the covers. I called Donita, and she answered quickly, but sounds out of breath, “Hi Babygirl, everything ok?”

“Yes Donita, everything is fine. I’ve stopped for the night in Sioux Falls. Tomorrow I’ll try to make it to Kansas City, then one more day and I’ll be home. And Donita, you sound like you’re out of breath, is everything ok with you?”

“Oh, silly girl, I’m fine. I, uh, I’m entertaining friends and she . . . well, just be safe and call me in the morning!” As she is hanging up, I swear I hear another woman in the background say, “Mommy, let me lick your” *click* and the line disconnects.

I sat there for a minute with the phone still held to my ear. Lick her what? I must have misheard her. Mommy? Hmmm. And I get that funny feeling again. I set the phone on the nightstand and lay back, my mind going a hundred miles an hour. Mommy? And what is she wanting to lick? And who is she? Then I think about Donita’s nipples pushing out the front of that pale blue dress. And my fingers find my left breast, and my nipples are as hard as pebbles. I finger myself to an orgasm thinking about Donita’s breasts, and a woman licking her nipples. And I think about me licking her breasts.

I woke up and my hand was still in my panties. And that made me remember last night which turned me on again and I worked myself to another orgasm. My phone rings right in the middle of my orgasm, it’s Donita. I answer, trying not to moan as I am still enjoying my fingers. “Hi, Donita. Good, uhhh, good morning.”
“Good morning, Babygirl, did you sleep well?”

I trying to slow my breathing and calm down, “Yes, thank you, slept great!”

“So, just one more night and you’ll be home?”

“Yes, Donita, if everything goes as it has, I’ll be home sometime tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh Babygirl, please, I would love it if you called me Mommy.”

My pussy twitches and I gasp slightly. And suddenly I feel like a little girl talking to my Grams again. “Ok, Mommy.”

“Thank you, Babygirl, well, be safe and call me tonight.”

As I am saying goodbye, I hear a younger sounding voice ask if Mommy wants some coffee and Donita hangs up. And I have another orgasm.

I shower, dress and throw my bag in the car. A quick breakfast at McDonald’s and I’m on the road. While I am driving, my mind drifts back to Donita, and wondering who the friends are, and who would be there visiting that early? Maybe they, she, maybe they spent the night with Mommy, I mean Donita.

When I stop for lunch, I grab a change of clothes and changed in the McDonalds restroom. I am embarrassed to admit that my jeans were damp, and I rubbed my crotch but couldn’t feel it through my jeans. So I put on a light jeans skirt. After I got back up to speed on the interstate, I wonder why it makes me feel so good when Donita calls me Babygirl? And why did I agree to call her Mommy? And why are my fingers in my pussy? Damn, concentrate on your driving Kathy!

I crank up the radio, and then a few minutes later, I hear “I’ll Make Love To You” by Boyz 2 Men. And my fingers gently caress my clitoris though my panties. I make it to east of Kansas City before I stop for the night, grab a cheeseburger at McD’s and find a motel. I eat and I am flipping through the TV channels and find some movie with a lesbian vampire. I’ve never been one to watch pornographic movies, but I can’t change the channel. Seeing the sexy vampire suck and bite these women’s breast, licking and biting their pussies, my fingers are once again in my panties. My phone rings.

Dammit! Does Mommy, I mean Donita know when I am playing with myself. “Hi Mommy.”

“Hi Babygirl, everything going ok?”

“Yes, of course. I hope to be home in time for supper tomorrow night.”

I hear Mommy catch her breath, and I swear she moaned softly, “Oh Babygirl, I can’t wait to see you pull up!” And I hear noise like Donita is trying to cover the phone then a muffled sound, and I swear it sounded like she said ‘get down here and lick my pussy baby!’

“Ok Baby, ohh, mmm, ok Babygirl, call me in the morning?”

“Ok, Mommy, um, is there someone there?”

“Yes, one of my girls is here. Talk to you tomorrow. Good night, ooohhhh, mmmmm, sleep well Babygirl.” Then click.

I wonder who Mommy is having lick her pussy and I have an orgasm. Once I relax a bit, I decide a hot shower would help so I step in, turn the shower on, then as the room is getting steamy, I brush my teeth then step in the shower. I tilt my head back and let the spray hit my face and run down. The streams of water cascade down and caress my nipples and they harden. The shower has a hand-held showerhead, I take it off the wall, and the spray hits my nipples directly, and my pussy tingles. The spray is now hitting my pussy, and I spread my lips and expose my clit, and the hot water tickles and teases me.

After this orgasm subsides, I wash, dry off and slip into bed, naked. I set my alarm for early, then lay on my stomach, fingers in my pussy and hump my hand and fall asleep. I sleep very well, and have a dream where Mommy pulls her dress down, cups her large breasts and offers them to me for breakfast. I wake up 15 minutes before my alarm, roll over and stand up and stretch. Then I lay back down and call Mommy.

“Babygirl, you’re a little early? Everything okay?” and in the background I could swear I heard someone ask mommy to roll over so she could lick her butt.

“Um, yeah, fine, I just woke up early and was thinking about you so I called.”

“Oh Babygirl, that’s wond . . . ohh, mmm, that’s wonderful. It makes me tingly to think you were thinking about me!”

I laugh to myself and wonder if she knows how tingly my pussy has been lately. We chat about the weather, and how many more miles I have to drive. Then Mommy stuns me, “I can’t wait to have you suck my tits!”

“What?”

“I said, I can’t wait to have you suck my tits! I bought several new outfits for my Babygirl to wear for me, they are so cute!” and someone in the background says yes, they are so pretty.

My pussy tingles and my stomach does flips. I don’t know what to say so I remain silent.

“Babygirl, did you think about me when you played with your pussy last night?”

I am too shocked to speak.

“Babygirl? Did you play with your pussy last night?”

I almost whisper, “Yes Mommy” and I realize that I sounded like a little girl.

“Oh Babygirl, that makes me so happy!” and she covers the phone and I hear her tell someone to suck harder. And my fingers enter my pussy.

“Babygirl, play with your pussy for me, let me hear you cum!”

In a voice that sounds way too much like a little girl, I say, “I am Mommy.”

I hear Mommy rolling over in the bed, and she tells someone there, “Lick my pussy, make me cum. Now, girl, suck my tit!”

“Mommy? How many people are there?”

“Just two of my girls and as you heard, one is sucking my tit, and the other is licking my pussy. Do you want to be a good girl and lick my pussy, Babygirl?”

My legs clamp down on my hand and my pussy spasms as my orgasm hits. “Uh huh, yes Mommy. Unhh, mmmmm.”

“Oh, my Babygirl had an orgasm thinking about sucking Mommy’s pussy! Fuck I can’t wait for you to get here so I can sit on your face!”

My legs give out and I fall to the floor as another orgasm wracks my body. “Mmmm, yes, Mommy.”

“Drive safe, Babygirl. Oh, don’t wear any panties or bra, let those sexy tits out while you’re driving.” Click.

Oh my goodness! My husband never gave me an orgasm that intense! I sit there for several minutes, leaning back against the bed. I finally stand, legs still like rubber bands. I turn on the shower and brush my teeth. I grab the showerhead and put it right on my pussy. I expose my clit and let the stinging spray tickle me. I pinch my breast, squeezing my nipple so hard that I moan. Another orgasm and I slide to the floor of the shower, holding the spray on my nipples and shudder through another little orgasm.

I calm down, wash, rinse and step out. I wrap a towel around my hair and dry off with another. I dry off the mirror and step back and look at my reflection. I turn and look at my ass, for a 45 year old woman, I still have a nice ass. I lift each tit and let it drop, not as firm as it was when I was a little girl, I mean when I was younger. I dry my hair and apply a little light makeup.

I pack all my stuff in my bag and almost walk out naked. Damn! I dig out the skirt I wore yesterday and a tight t-shirt. Then I head out. At McDonald’s, I hear a comment about a MILF. What’s a MILF? I get back to my car, grab my phone and pull up Google, I type in ‘what is a MILF?’

I read: MILF is an acronym that stands for "mother I'd like to fuck". This abbreviation is used in colloquial English, instead of the whole phrase. It connotes an older woman, typically one with children, considered sexually attractive.

I giggle, someone, I wonder which one, the younger guy or one of the businessmen that were behind me, wants to fuck me!

I can’t wait to get on the interstate again!

My mind replays the last week, but I keep coming back to this morning. Both being called MILF and Mommy telling me she wanted me to lick her pussy. And I get wet.

I managed to keep my fingers out of my pussy until I cross the city limits of my hometown. And I keep myself close, but I don’t go over the edge until I pull into my driveway, I mean Mommy’s driveway, and I cum!
Mommy runs out of the house, her breasts barely contained in her spaghetti strap dress. I get out of the car, and she hugs me tight, rubbing her tits back and forth against mine, and our nipples get hard.

“You can unload the car later, let’s get in the house.” and she pushes me toward the door, “Umm Kathy, did you cum?” I turn and she is pointing to the back of my skirt.

I twist and look, there is a very large wet spot on my skirt. “Come on, let’s get inside!” As I step through the front door, Mommy unbuttons and unzips my skirt, and it falls to the floor. Before my skirt settles, Mommy is lifting my t-shirt over my head, “Now Babygirl, let me get a look at you! And damn, you are so sexy cute!” I turn and Mommy sees my pubic hair and she frowns. “No no no, that will never work! Little girls do not have hair down there! We will have to take care of that later!” Then Mommy leads me to the couch and she sits at the edge of the seat, and pulls the strap of her dress down, exposing her tit, with light brown areola with nipples the size of several stacked dimes.

I immediately kneel, and my mouth is drawn to her nipple as if by some magical force. I suck the nipple into my mouth and flick my tongue around, then I try to suck more of Mommy’s tit in my mouth. Mommy moans softly and caresses my hair.

I suckle for several minutes then Mommy leans back, pulling her tit from my mouth. She lifts the front of her dress and spreads her legs, exposing her puffy bald pussy. “Babygirl, lick my pussy!”

I cannot help myself; I dive right in and start licking and sucking the fat pussy lips and stick my tongue in, smashing my nose against her clit. She is very, very wet. I feel her juices dripping off my chin. I feel Mommy raise her legs and the quiver and shake and then she squirts! It splatters on my face, and I move and put my mouth over her and suck hard and fast! Mommy grabs a handful of hair and pulls, smearing my face all around her sloppy pussy.

“Oh fuck, Babygirl! That was spectacular! You made Mommy cum so good!”

I sit back on my feet and smile as I lick some of the juices off my face. Mommy leans forward and kisses me, licking some of her juices from my face, “You’re gonna be doing that a lot!” I giggle like a little girl and grab Mommy’s titties.

“I should unload the car and put my clothes away.”

“Oh no, Babygirl, you’re not gonna need any clothes for a while, I like you naked, except for the forest down there! I’ll have one of the girls help you with that in a bit.”

I’m confused, “One of the girls?”

Mommy stands and pulls me up then leads me to her bedroom. There is a very large, solidly built four-poster to bed, Straps hang from the tops of each post. But what shocks me the most is the naked black woman tied spread-eagle to the bed. Her pussy is bald, there are clamps on her nipples, and strapped in her mouth is a dildo gag.
“This is Tyra, I was riding her face when I heard you pull up.” Mommy grabs Tyra’s left tit, slaps the clamp a couple of times causing Tyra to flinch. She then opens the clamp, rotates it about 90 degrees and clamps it back on her nipple. She repeats the same on the right tit. “Tyra here is about worthless, but she keeps the place clean, and my pussy well fucked.”

As I watch Mommy abusing this woman’s tits, my hands caress and pinch my own nipples, a sight that did not go unnoticed by Mommy.

“Oh, does Babygirl want to feel the clamps?” Mommy grabs another clamp and spread’s Tyra’s pussy lips and Mommy smacks her clitty with the clamp, and the clit stands up, like it is begging for the clamp. Mommy clamps it down on her clit and then pinches it hard. Tyra moans, flinches, and has an orgasm, and I do too!

I am holding on to the post at the foot of the bed as Mommy climbs up and sits her meaty pussy down on the dildo in Tyra’s mouth. Mommy leans back a little and her chubby butt covers Tyra’s nose. Mommy rocks back and forth, and Tyra starts twitching so Mommy leans forward and smashes Tyra’s tits and slapping them together. Tyra is breathing fast and deep and Mommy sits back, smothering her again. Mommy wiggles and rocks until Tyra starts twitching again, and she repeats the torment of her fat titties. I hold the post with one hand and my other hand is busy rubbing my pussy.

Mommy starts bouncing on the dildo, Tyra’s boobies bounce around, the clamps flopping back and forth. Mommy has an orgasm and shudders and shakes as Tyra twitches and she too has another orgasm. When Mommy calms down, she climbs off and says, “Babygirl, you can untie this worthless cunt, and I’ll go start fixing supper.”

I stand there, unable to move, for several minutes. Then I climb up on the bed and take the clamp off her left tit, then reach over and unclamp the right. I don’t know why, but I lean down and suckle her nipple into my mouth and gently swirl my tongue around her sore nipple. I lay across her naked body and suck on the right tit as well, and I reach down and bump the clamp on her clit, and I feel her jump. I suck hard and try to get that fat tit into my mouth, and flip the clamp with my finger. Tyra jumps again. I then hold the clamp in my fingers, but I don’t release it, I pull on it. Tyra has another orgasm.

I sit up and crawl to the foot of the bed and unfasten the leather cuff from her ankles. I help Tyra lift each leg, folding at the knee, but she leaves her legs spread wide. I twist the clamp a little as I move up to unfasten her wrists. I get her unhooked and help her slowly lower her arms to her sides. Tyra slowly flexes her arms and legs and as I reach to help her remove the dildo gag, she shakes her head no. Then she pulls my leg like she wants me to sit on her face.

I stand up on the bed, and slowly lower my pussy over her face, inches about the dildo. “Is this what you want, Tyra?” Her head nods yes quickly, the dildo swinging back and forth. I move a little lower, and Tyra raises her head until the dildo just touches my pussy. Tyra grabs my thighs and pulls me lower, and I catch the head of the dildo and it slides easily into my pussy. I don’t know what comes over me and I start grinding hard on Tyra’s face, my tits swinging back and forth.

I cum and my whole body shakes. Tyra starts rocking, moving the dildo just a little bit, which sustains my orgasm and finally I can’t stand it any longer and roll off. Tyra unfastens the strap holding the dildo in her mouth and she rubs her jaws for a minute then, with a hoarse voice says, “Thank you, Babygirl.” And she pulls me into a hug.

Mommy comes in and says, ‘Come on Babygirl, let’s eat.” And Mommy takes my hand and I take Tyra’s hand and we walk to the dining room. Mommy sits at the end and I sit to her left. I notice there are only two place settings, then I see Tyra, kneeling beside the table looking up at Mommy with something I can only describe as adoration. Mommy says, “Worthless nigger eats when we are finished, Babygirl.” I am shocked by Mommy’s language, but Mommy pats Tyra’s head and Tyra rubs her check against Mommy’s leg.

While we are eating, the doorbell rings. Tyra hops up and runs, still naked to the door. I jump and start to run hide and Mommy commands, “Sit!” and I quickly sit back down. A few seconds later, Tyra leads a tall, but obviously overweight, black man wearing an ill-fitting suit.

“Evenin’ Ms. Donita, may I take my wife home tonight, please? It’s been three days, and I gotta load backed up and need her fat ass!”

“Babygirl, stand up and meet John.” I stand up, very embarrassed by my nudity, but it doesn’t seem to bother John at all. He reaches out his big meaty hand and I shake his hand.

“Yes, John, get that worthless cunt out of here, but you know to bring her back here on Friday!”

“Yes, Ms. Donita, thank you.” And John and Tyra walk out, Tyra still naked as the day she was born.

Mommy goes back to her meal, and gives me bits and pieces, “John pays me to teach his wife to behave. I don’t normally talk that way, but John insists. He takes her to his body shop during the week, and his boys fuck her.”

Mommy is so nonchalant about it, like it’s something that goes on with everyone. “Candy will be here in a bit, you’ll love her, she will be turning 21 soon, and I am setting up a gangbang for her birthday. So far, I’ve got 6 boys, well, cocks, lined up but I’m still looking for a couple more. Oh, and it’s a secret, so don’t say anything when she gets here.”

“Yes Mommy.”

Mommy leans over and caresses my cheek, and my tummy does flip flops and my pussy tingles. Mommy pinches one of my hard nipples. “Candy will help you get rid of all that ugly hair down there.”

The thought of another woman doing something as intimate as shaving my pussy gives me chills. We finish our meal with ‘normal’ chit chat. Mommy has me clear the table and she sits in the kitchen as I do the dishes. Mommy compliments me in strange ways, “Kathy, you’ve got some nice big titties! And that butt! Damn girl! How many boys have fucked that ass?”

I blush and turn to look at her, “None, Mommy, I’ve only been with two men in my life, and I never let either of them do that!”

Mommy laughs, “How many pussies have you munched on?”

I blush even deeper red, and say, “Until today, I have never been with a woman, Mommy.”

“Well, you’ll get used to it.” And Mommy goes to her room while I finish the dishes. And I am left to wonder; get used to being with women, or get used to men using my butt? And my butt clenches and my pussy gets very wet.

I hear some noise behind me, and I know that’s where the back door is, just outside the laundry room. I turn as a stunning young, chubby blonde girl comes in, wearing very tight nurses scrubs. I blush as she looks me up and down, and I feel even more naked and exposed.

“You must be Babygirl! Momma’s been talkin’ ‘bout you all week, says I’m going to get some new pussy! I’m Candy,” and she hugs me tight, smashing my tits into her even larger tits. She then grabs a handful of my pubes, “Did Momma tell you we was gonna have to get rid of this nasty mess?”

“Yes, Candy, Mommy said she was going to have one of her girls help me with that. And it’s nice to meet you. Are you here to see Mommy tonight?”

Candy laughs, “Oh no Babygirl, I live here. Momma let me move in upstairs while I go to nursing school here.”

“Are you related to Mommy?”

“Oh no, Babygirl, I’m from Texas originally. Somehow ended up here and Momma found me and sorta took me under her tit, I mean took me under her wing.”

“Oh, that’s cool. I met Mommy a week ago, I was planning to move back here, and I stopped by here, I grew up in this house, moved away when I got married. But he traded me in for a newer model.”

I realize that Candy still has a handful of my pubic hair. “Well, I’m gonna go say ‘Hey’ to Momma, then we will get that cunny of yours all cleaned up slicker than a baby’s butt!”

To be continued?