“We shouldn’t...”

“We shouldn’t...” her voice was small. There was no power behind her words. Her fingers gripped tight onto me but she made no attempt to break my hold. Annette began to tremble in my arms. I held her tight. I continued to kiss her, moving down to her neck. I slid one shoulder of her dress off and kissed her newly exposed skin. I could hear and feel her short, shallow breaths. My stiff cock pressed into her lower back.

“Please, Michael...”

I moved my hands to her chest. I slid them over the fabric of her dress and felt the shape of her bra underneath. Each tit was only a handful in size. I wondered if they were small enough to remain firm or if they had sagged with age. I thought of her, a mother several times over, having them swell when she breastfed decades ago.

“I can’t...”

I moved my hands down. They passed over her stomach. I was curious what her skin looked like. She was so modest in real life that I had never seen her bare stomach. Had she maintained a flat tummy? Did her swollen, pregnant belly leave her with stretchmarks? But I didn’t linger, I went lower.

“You mustn’t...”

One hand grabbed hold of her ass while the other pressed in between her legs. The fabric of her dress bunched up as I pressed my palm against her sex. I couldn’t feel much through the layers of her dress, tights, and panties. Did she let her bush grow out fully? Or did she trim it? If my fingers traced a path above her mound would they find caesarian scars? Or had she always delivered naturally?

“This is wrong...”

I slowly gathered up her dress fold by fold, exposing her in front. My right hand wormed its way inside the waistband of her tights and the soft lace panties underneath. Her trembling stopped. She knew what was coming next. Could she feel how much I wanted her? Did she understand why I wanted her? She was older. She was experienced. I felt such strong desire holding her. Holding this woman. A mother and recently a grandmother. A body no longer meant for bearing children. But still ready to fuck.

I stroked two fingers between the lips of her wet, waiting cunt.

“Oh Lord...”