The Next Day

Abigail awoke with an unusual burst of energy. Throwing the blankets aside, she sat up and gave herself a little stretch before hoisting herself to stand. With another stretch and a slight bend, she began to rub her shoulder as she walked to her dresser. Quickly doffing her nightie, she reached into it to pull out a bra and panties, when the standing mirror between the dresser and her closet caught her attention.

"My my MY," she tittered as she gave herself a once over. 76 years of age, 40 years of taking care of herself, and she felt an unenviable sense of pride of her figure in all that time. Her hand reached out to rub her shoulder, but the longer it was there, the more she noticed how sensitive her skin was. How much better the feeling of skin on skin contact was. The feeling of electricity as if a lover was there. Tall, strong, gentle and overwhelming, her mind formed the perfect man for her. Her hands became his hands as they roamed across her chest, and the sensation of lightning coursing through her as fingertips brushed nipples, eliciting moans she had not made in years after Marvin died 6 years ago. The intoxicating reaction of his hands rubbing along her torso, well cared for and showing little sign of her age.

She closed her eyes as her hands slid further and further down, trickling her fingers across her hips and thighs as they led inward. Taking her time, slowly teasing herself as she imagined him pulling her in tighter. His need for every inch of her bringing her into union with him. The feel of his cock on her backside, as he began to nuzzle her neck. A wellspring of desire beginning to overflow as she felt his manhood bounce up to tap her mons before growing turgid beneath her legs. Her breath growing ragged as she felt it slide underneath her, tactile friction letting her know that not only was he a shower, but he was ALSO a grower. A monster cock unlike any before, so virile and powerful that it screamed out that her lover was not a man, but a veritable GOD.

And she, his ever willing slut, was his queen and mistress. And though he may be a god, she was greater than him. That he viewed her as Beauty and Power incarnate. A figure to be desired. To be held. To be loved. To be worshiped. To be-

"Mom, are you awake?"

The sound of Lara's voice broke the spell that Abigail had fallen to inside her own imagination. Looking down, she noticed her hands were just about to continue where he fantasies had left off. But she knew that she had other things to take care of, first.

"Yes, dear", she replied. "Just got to make myself presentable first."

A bit of silence lingered before Lara continued.

"Breakfast is ready for when you want it."

"Alright," she responded as she opened the dresser. "Be down in a minute."

Abigail waited with baited breath as she heard Lara's footsteps fade down the staircase by her bedroom door. And once they were gone, she sighed in relief before quickly putting on her bra.

"And just when it was getting to the good part, too..."

At the bottom of the stairs, Lara paused to look back up.

"Kinda odd that Mom's just getting up. She's usually up by 6, not 9 A.M."

As she walked to the kitchen, she could smell the food Aaron was cooking. But the pressing matter was the odd feeling of fullness in the 58 year old woman's breasts. For a fleeting second, it felt like back when she was pregnant with Aaron 29 years ago. But she knew that wasn't possible. She knew she was far too old for that sort of thing to be possible. But she kinda had to admit, she did enjoy the sensation of both the fullness and firmness of her breasts. And in particular, the feeling of someone sucking on her tits.

Giggling to herself at the memories of that, she picked up her pace to get some food before it got cold.