A Day to Remember

Whatever Frances did to distract herself, be it at work in the local surgery's reception, or when she was at home, she felt that she was a bag of nerves.

Every trill of her iPhone had her wondering if it ws Lucas ringing to ask her how she was after their impetuous tryst in the woods. With her family leaving early, he had offered to walk her home from the village's summer fair and after an evening of fun, dancing, and somewhat more drink than she normally consumed.

Things between them had soon gotten out of hand. She'd had tempestuous and impulsive sex; she had been kissed and had then succumbed to a tryst with her son's friend, Lucas, and her behaviour had been quite out of character.

How crazy it was to know, and certainly feel, two days later that she had been taken out of her only too ordered life as a mother and wife, and yet wanting to hear Lucas's voice again, if only for him to ask how she was. Lucas would have been left wondering how it had happened between them when there had been no previous attempts to seduce her. She had often smiled on hearing his saucy banter, but it had gone no further.

Lucas had sent her a text, but it was his smooth young voice that she needed to hear as it was immediate and only too personal. After what had happened, she needed that contact, and acknowledgment that Lucas was thinking of her; that there was now a bond between them, no matter how reckless and unlikely, as never before.

She closed the back door but left it unlocked. It wouldn't be long before her three children, in their late teens and one in his twenties, and a close friend of Lucas, would d be home from their part time jobs. She and her husband David had brought them up to be responsible people; to help their parents in paying their way and to be considerate of others.

And now, here she was thinking of a young man that she also lusted after; a young man who had put her thoughts into a tailspin and had her wondering how she could ever recover.

Saying 'no' would end the pursuit, perhaps. It would not end the raw and nagging physical need that she felt in her belly,in her pussy; and the cramps of longing that her dear husband, David, had not eased away last night when she sought relief.

And what of the emotional mayhem that going with Lucas had aroused ever since she had closed the door on him that night? It had not gone away. It had even become more acute as she thought of him and the hours passed.

What could he have seen in the face of the woman she now saw staring out from the hall mirror, her auburn-red hair all mussed and riotous strands hanging over her forehead and she having to push it away so that she could see her eyes staring back?

Behind those eyes and in her full-breasted, still slender body, their lived a vivacious spirit and Lucas had told her how he noticed that whenever he had been with the others, even at the fair when she had been seen dancing.

But the young man's first kiss, followed by a tentative caress to her body, had tipped her into the maelstrom of conflicting emotions and a destructive physical need for him.

Upstairs in the bedroom she undressed, put away her clothes reserved for her work, and slipped on a sleeveless summer dress its fiery orange colour going so well, she thought, with the raging tones of her hair. The dress shaped her, flattered, and the hem skimmed her calves. She did nothing to tidy her hair; a young man had complimented her upon its wildness, what it had done to engage his attention upon her.

What they had done in that darkened woodland told her otherwise, and the memory of them joined together prevailed over everything else. The woman that the people in the village knew, or thought that they knew, had become someone else.

Now, as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, set into one door of the range of wardrobes built along one wall of the bedroom, she took in the image of her whole figure. Her breasts sagged in her bra; her tummy was gently rounded and there were creases at her hips; her grace of movement was helped by having slender legs. She could have a feline grace, as David sometimes told her and many saw whenever she was on the dancefloor; as...as Lucas would have seen of her. Herrs was the body of a woman nearing middle age, yet it was the body that had been admired before she had allowed it to be claimed by one of her son's friends.

The sleeveless dress that she chose to wear that afternoon would not fail to flatter her figure. It would only remind Lucas, if he was to see her wearing it, of what she had brought to his sight and touch. Whatever he had once imagined of her covered by the clothes that she was always seen to be wearing, would have been replaced by what he had seen of her in that revealing dress worn at the fair.

She wanted that attention paid to her again, and then so much more. They had to meet and, as she fastened the thin chain necklace she had been seen wearing that eventful night, she daydreamed of what would happen...






Lucas met her look upon him as the door was opened, Frances's nervy smile giving way to an only too familiar laugh on seeing him.

"I've done as you suggested, Frances, and parked the van away from here and walked...."

"Come in...comer in!" she urged, pulling on his arm and making him step out of the torrential rain that fell, the gloom in such contrast to previous days and when she had gone to work that morning.

"I'm glad I put my waxed jacket in the van this morning, or else I'd have had nothing against the rain and would be soaked through!" His happy voice and the gaze of his eyes upon her eased away her doubts about what she was doing; to be alone in the house with him. The hood on his jacket had hidden him from view as he walked along the lane and to her. "Who'd be crazy enough to be out in that? At least the storm is over."

She heard his light, teasing ways of saying that and she hesitated, as Lucas held out his hands to her and she gripped them.

"Is it over?"

"You know what I mean, and it's not this...the storm inside me."

His confidence astonished her as Lucas kissed her, pressed his mouth to her lips and she kept her eyes open before settling into his embrace; her hands griping the back of his shirt as their lips mashed together and tongues swirled.

"This is crazy!" she gasped when they eased their embrace upon each other.

"Yes, I know it is, but I have to be with you...have to do this again," he said, leaning away and gazing at her, as she groped for him and felt his erection straining against his trousers. "I've felt this way and about you for days...since our time in the woods."

Frances nodded in agreement.

There would be no seducing words. No preambles were necessary. They were consumed by an uncontrollable lust to claim each other, again, and make their coupling of a few nights ago but a 'taster' of all that was to follow; what they so urgently, and recklessly in her case, sought of each other now.

She eased out his g hold on her and saw the look of a young man upon her, a young man strong in body, his tousled hair so captivating and his actions sure of his intent. Frances grabbed his hand.

"Come upstairs...and...finish what we've started!"

Just as she felt Lucas do when in the woods a few nights ago, she feels his hands on her thighs, to stroke caresses over the soft skin as they trace a path to her panties. They stop on the landing, tear at each other's clothes and stand naked, gazing in wonder at all now exposed to sight and touch.

She has made sure that no one will disturb them, checks made on when the others will be coming home.

"So wet, already...and...the aroma so strong," he says in appreciation, stopping to kiss the back of her thighs, to stroke fingers over her sex, as she reaches back to tug on his hair.

His strength surprises her as Lucas lifts her. She clings to him, and her arms and legs are soon wrapped around him and as she is carried to the room where they will make real what their messages have only suggested will happen, were they to meet.

His fingers are already tracing a path over her pussy's lips, pressing and sliding into her. She raises her hips to meet them, shivering as she's finger-fucked in ways that he has perfected with others, she can only assume. She does not care about them, only what he will do as tingles ricochet through her abdomen.

She gushes and clings fiercely to him as she shudders from her orgasm. Thoughts of this, then Lucas doing it for her, has brought it on in wracking shivers of pleasure.

"Like this for a moment...then a moment longer," he says on kisses as they remain on the landing, her back brushing against the wall near the door to the room, and the bed, where she wants him to take her.

He trails caresses over her body, as she clings to him before his agile fingers find her sweet heat once more, graze over her clit and she shudders; groans on his mouth as he kisses her, silences her soft moans as he fumbles for his prick and slowly drives it into her.

Her intense feelings of longing are soon to be satisfied, of that she no longer has any doubts.

He is in her body, and she closes around him, breathes hotly, and lifts her head to meet his sliding kisses to her throat as they finally stumble into the bedroom and, still impaled upon him, Lucas breaks their fall by holding out his arms.

"Now I'll do what I want with you," he says on kissing her as her slow clamps on his penis arouse ripples of pleasure. He trails kisses over her body, pushing her hands up and pinning them to the mattress and as his movements are slow and deep.

Go on then" she groans, shifting underneath him and lifting her hips from the bed to meet his slow thrusts, the caress of his fingertips to her throat and then over the splay of her breasts; his lips tugging on her nipples. "How can I stop you?"

"You can't, you lovely woman, you can't. I am where I want to be again...and with you."

He lets her go and she moves one hand between their bodies and touches where he is, touches her pussy's lips, and pricks the base of his shaft with her fingernails. Lucas moves slowly and pushes her legs further apart; his kisses and caresses slow but intense. He wants to share his open-mouthed kisses, often fiery, then tender and always searching as he loves her.

She wants it to go quicker, to share in a tempestuous and raging romp on the bed, but he moves away and smiles down at her as she sucks in her breaths, his movements insanely pleasurable and touching places so deep that she wonders if she can hold on; that he can stop the incoming rush of another orgasm. The hair on his chest brushes her face; she writhes and silences her cries against his skin.

"I won't mind if you mark me," he calls out to her as she wrenches demandingly on his penis with her clamping muscles and as she silences her moans of rising pleasure as he brings her on.

He moves so that he can suck on her breasts; to put his lips to each nipple, and plagues them, each nerve under her skin tingling as his penis, mouth and fingers pleasure her and his body moves so that he brings continued rushes of pleasure that she keeps at bay, somehow. That swollen glistening tip of his penis, that she sucked on only too briefly, trails caresses up and down her pussy's walls.

"I love what you're doing to me!" she finally has to yell, her breaths quickening as his actions bring her closer to the rush of an orgasm; so many feelings of pleasure that she wants to endure. She tugs on his hair to persuade him to let go of her breasts, to tear his lips from her nipples as his hips slam against hers and she rises to meet each thrust in a renewed and now frenzied rhythm of giving and taking.

"Slow down, make it last...touch my tits with it, please!" she begs and she shudders on feeling him withdraw from her body and kneeling between her parted thighs.

Lucas rises onto his knees, and she grabs that glistening pole of flesh, slicked with her juices and he slides it over her breastbone, and she clamps her breasts to it as his penis slides up and down between them. She is attempting to jerk him off with those wonderful mounds of pale and freckled flesh as Lucas brushes up and down between them.

"Let me do this for you now while we still have the time!"

He laughs in dismay, and out of wanton pleasure, as her lips again touch the domed tip of his prick. He kneels high above her to allow Frances to do this final act; shudders as she sinks into him and takes it deep in her throat. They lock eyes as she bobs and sucks on him, his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. She groans but he claims her relentlessly.

"The last act!" she commands and with surprising strength, and his compliance, she pushes him away. Lucas flops back on the bed. Harshly, she grabs his trembling penis and she mounts him. "I want to fuck with you...to do that!"

She takes him deep and hears Lucas's groans of pleasure and effort as he fails to control these last tempestuous moments. His prick is being pulled and wrenched upon before Frances eases her movements. She knows what to do in spades.

Maggie pants as she writhes upon him, thrusts, and eases her hips in a mesmerizing rhythm, her wonderful breasts swaying before him and his hands loosely holding them. Her hands pinch his skin and her breasts sway, brushing his chest as she rides him.

"You darling...my Frances!" he cries out, rolling them until she is on her back, their rhythm scarcely interrupted. "I feel that I'm filling you!"

She gripped and clawed at his body, dragged her mouth away from the kisses that he sought of her, as Lucas slammed into her; reamed her cunt with his hard penis and she gripped his buttocks to heighten the pleasure of what they now shared.

"You are...you are," she yelps on halting breaths of effort as her lover's hands grip her hips, and they share in the wild tempo of rutting and possession. She feels so full of him and knows that she will not have the energy to continue working him for much longer in these hard and wild ways.

Lucas looks up at her, at his friend's wildly passionate and lustful mother. He delights in her jerking mounds of flesh, her freckled breasts; in how one of her hands grips one and the fingers of the other slick her pussy's lips, prick the base of his shaft. He's pleasuring her while she touches herself in wanton pursuit of her climax.

"So deep...you're so deep in me Lucas, you...you darling!" she calls out to him.

Frances looks with unseeing eyes at the ceiling as she bucks her hips and feels him touch the deepest point in her vagina. It has all become so intense, ragingly pleasurable, and she shudders. She cannot stop the rush of her approaching orgasm and tells her lover to go on.

On a volley of shouts and halting breaths they climax together, Lucas embracing her trembling and shuddering body. They feel muscles relax as their bodies lose all control; Maggie's orgasm and aftershocks coursing through her body in unstoppable waves; her call for him to let go soon answered; bolt after bolt of his semen are accompanied by sudden twists and plunges of his hips as he seeks to find her so deep.

Nothing will come of him doing so; she's far too old for that, but not too old or lacking in energy, or passion, to enjoy a tempestuous tryst with her son's lustful friend; the devotion that he has paid to her body unlike anything she has experienced recently.

"What can we possibly find to do after that?" he teases, settling down upon her and sharing in a hot and passionate embrace; their arms and legs wrapped around each other, no matter how uncomfortable that is. They will come down from their shared highs first.

Finally, with her heart beating much slower and her emotions reined in once more, after an intense union with him, she kisses Lucas and holds his head to make him look at her.

"I won't forget how you've made me feel during the times that we've been together..."

"Ther's a but in there," he says in reply.

"Yes, we can' t go on doing this. We'll be friends...different from the way others think of the word, but friends all the same."

"Yeah, friends..." he answered, his voice duller than before.

She watched as Lucas got up from the bed and took a few moments to gaze down at her naked body, her legs spread and her sex glistening, and the mat of hair on her groin stark against her pale skin. Now one would see the marks she had made as she gripped and clawed at his body; that she had silenced her cries of pleasure by sucking on his chest. There were two marks close to his left shoulder she now noticed.

Yes, she had done that at the height of her passion, even if at times she had dragged her mouth away from the kisses that he sought of her, and as Lucas slammed into her; reamed her cunt with his hard penis and she gripped his buttocks to heighten the pleasure of what they had shared until the end.

Her pale skinned, strong, red-haired and accomplished young lover, with his strong arms and toned body would now leave her before there was the slightest risk of them being discovered.

Lucas came to bed and leaned forward. All he did was to kiss her lips slowly, more out of gratitude than lust.

"What we've had is precious to me. I won't ever speak of it," he told her and then Lucas was gone.






She could legitimately ask why it had happened, early this afternoon and on a day that she had told him she had a free afternoon; why she had pursued Lucas and sought to have sex with him again. Did she lack excitement in her life, or was it to seek acknowledgment that she remained attractive to other men?

Lucas was besotted with her, his often-jokey ways a cover for what was at work in him and where it concerned her.

It was centred on the idea of having sex with a woman of her age and she had done nothing to prevent that from happening. She had enjoyed herself tremendously; she had been passionately claimed and her body feasted upon. A young lover had paid homage to her in ways that perhaps only he, rather man than David, her husband, could have done, attentive as he still was.

When the family arrived home, she was showered, dressed, her hair as unruly as ever, but she left it unbrushed as a reminder of a young man's attention to her.

"We saw Lucas in the shop a while ago," Nick, her eldest son, and a friend of Lucas, told her. "He was very excited to have been a part of winning a contract for the company that he works for. He said that so much had happened that it was a day to remember..."

"I'm sure it was," Frances smiled, but said nothing further in reply.

Yes, it was indeed a day to remember, and she could not help but wonder if there would be more like it. You never could tell with Lucas and his ways.