shorts, sat beside her on the bed and pulled off my shoes and socks and kicked off my trousers and pants. Maureen was lying on her back then, wriggling off her skirt and panties, kicking them off the bottom of that narrow little bed. She smiled up at me.
"I do love you, Roger," she breathed.
"You were just a little girl, a beautiful angel, and you are still a girl to me, still an angel. I thought then that you were the prettiest thing in the whole wide world but I hadn't seen much of the world then, we were both innocent kids. I've seen much of the world since and I have still not viewed anything that comes close to the magic image of you that I have always carried with me."
I picked up her right foot and kissed the soft skin of her sole as I stroked and squeezed her calf and knee. I licked her toes and sucked her big toe into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and teeth. still sitting naked on the side of the bed. She giggled and grasped my right forearm and pulled herself up, bending her lovely knee, her right hand playing with the hairs on my chest, tweaking my nipples, making me chuckle as I sucked each toe in turn, licking the sweet spaces in between. She moved her hand up to stroke my neck, running her thumb along the line of my jaw, stroking my cheek, a delicious smile on her gorgeous face.
"You were so sweet and gentle," she said, "When Momma half-woke me up and carried me to the chair, so you could both use the bed, you asked Momma to put me back in bed to sleep, that you could just sit and talk, your friends wouldn't know. But Momma said she was a professional, she'd been paid to pop your cherry," Maureen giggled, "She wanted you, she could be quite determined, my mother."
"And how determined were you, my love?"
"I came looking for you, when I could, I was that determined."
"And I never came back here, until now." I was nibbling her ankle, then the smooth back of her calf.
"You did come back, briefly, I saw you through the crack in the door, I was here, hiding from you."
"When I last visited Da?" I asked, "Did he know you were looking for me?"
"No, of course not," she breathed, "By then I knew I was pregnant but hadn't quite summoned up the courage to tell Frank. I overheard you say you were going, and I knew you were never to return. How could I say anything? How could I justify myself to you or to your father? You were married with a son and lost to me and I was just as lost in love with you. I couldn't do that to Frank, subject him to me waiting, hoping to see you again. I had to leave him, too."
I couldn't stop kissing her, her breathing deep, punctuated by a groan then delightful squeals as I put her foot down on the bed and started to lick and kiss and nip the inside of her milky white thighs, working my way up to her untidy triangle of tangled fair fur covering her sex.
"You were so gentle, tucking the spare blanket, that was always there on the chair, around me and you stroked my cheek and kissed me on the forehead and told me not to be frightened, no-one was going to be hurt, that everything would be alright and I was to go back to sleep. When you touched my cheek it was like an electric shock."
"I remember that touch, I also felt something magical between us but you were so young, a child and I wasn’t much more than a child myself. I don't kiss little girls as a rule," I chuckled, "I don't even remember going so far as kissing you at the time, I was drunk, I think."
"You probably were, but that didn't stop you being who you are, honey, a warm, gentle, caring, loving man, even then so mature beyond your years."
"I remembered my own home life all too clearly, having a single parent to whom I believed I was an inconvenience. I couldn't bear the thought of supplanting you in your mother's temporary affections. I didn’t want you to be hurt or frightened by what your mother and I were about to do."
"So you tried to deflect her by making me the centre of attention for a few moments?"
"Probably. I was terrified, too," I owned up between our kisses, "I remember that it was my first time. I had never seen a woman as beautiful as your mother before, or even been intimate with any woman before. I couldn't believe that someone so attractive was prepared to sleep with me. I was … intimidated … a complete beginner."
"Didn't you have girlfriends ... before?" Maureen took in a short intake of breath as I skirted around her aroused and headily-scented sex and kissed and nibbled her softly rounded belly, dipping my tongue into her belly button.
"I was lanky, uncoordinated, angry at my father and the world at large, I didn't make friends easily, male or female. I lived in my own little bubble of rage, no-one could touch me at all. The Navy beat that out of me very quickly, though."
I licked around her soft flattened breasts, sucking first on one nipple, then the other. Resting on one elbow I softly stroked her thighs with the tips of my fingers up as far as the edge of her fur, then down again.
"I didn't sleep at all that night," Maureen said, "I listened to every word, every sound you made. Momma asked you about yourself, your name, your home town, you spoke of your Ma leaving, your Da's garage. I soaked up everything like a sponge. At other times, when Momma entertained men, I always kept my hands over my ears, shutting out the sounds, filling my head with songs and music, my eyes screwed shut, tensing for the violence towards Momma that happened so often."
I kissed her collarbones and nibbled her neck, she buried her fingers of one hand into my short-cut hair and pulled my head towards her waiting lips.
"Momma called you beautiful, marvelling how you were so hard and yet so soft." Maureen caressed my engorged cock with her other hand, "Just as you are now," as our lips met.
She guided me into her wet vagina and I pushed in gently at her inviting opening.
"Gently, my love, it's been a long time for me."
"A long time for me, too."
She was tight, so tight, but slick, I couldn't tell how far I was in, perhaps halfway, but she was too tight to go any further, I started to pull out.
"No, no," she said.
I pushed again, a little harder. Maureen sighed, "You are so big".
"I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart" I said.
"You aren't honey," she assured me, sucking in my tongue and releasing it, "You are wonderful, sweet and gentle, so loving, don't stop, Roger, please don't stop."
I grinned, looking down on her and chuckled, "I will never hurt you, Maureen, my love."
"I know."
I started stroking my cock in and out slowly, Maureen rising her hips to meet me. I was just using shallow strokes and looked down between her breasts to see how I was doing and was amazed to see I was virtually fully in. I pressed in just a little harder and our pelvises ground together satisfactorily. I looked back up at her face. Maureen's eyes were closed, a small smile on her parted lips, her breathing heavy. I mashed myself to her a little harder, she matched my thrust just as hard, a grimace appeared on her face.
"OK?"
"Very OK," she opened her eyes, they were round and shiny, the deepest blue, like the ocean, "Don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop."
"I don't think I'm going to last very long, sweetheart."
"Nor me honey, just go for it, we can always go again, can't we, please?"
"You can bet on it, sweetheart," I laughed, "I love you so much, Maureen."
"I love you too, Roger, I always have."