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Kiesha Williams was on her way home from a long day behind a check-out counter at a local supermarket. At fifty seven Kiesha was divorced, her children had grown up and left the nest. She had long black dreadlocks that stopped at her neck, touching just and she had the tips and some of the dreads dyed dark blue. She wore matching blue eye shadow, and liner. Kiesha had some wrinkles beneath her eyes, but she regularly used oils and cream on her soft dark chocolate skin.

Even at her age she had a big chest, and large DD sized breasts with dark ereoles, and erect nipples. With a bit of a tummy, she had a big thick ass, thick but slender legs and womanly hips. She was a curvy, thick woman and attractive but in her mind she never felt attractive; she hadn’t had a man’s attention in years since her a boyfriend after her divorce.

Today she wore a simple long black skirt down to her knees, with white seamed black pantyhose and matching silk panties underneath. Simple black, buckle ankle boots and a purple cardigan and matching vest beneath was all she wore on the summer evening. She had black spectacles she wore that gave her a bookish, mature appearance that appealed to some young men.

As she approached her block of flats, she saw the son of her neighbour and friend Claire; her boy Jamie. He was twenty-nine years old, back from the Army. Claire and her family came from Glasgow up north in Scotland, and had moved south to London when Jamie was fifteen. He grew up with Kiesha’s sons Ryan and Marcus, and her daughters Eve and Denise.

Kiesha’s family was Caribbean, from Kingston and always got on with Claire. She had always assumed Eve or Denise would go with Jamie, with how close they were and that the pair had crushes on him. But he had left at twenty-one to join the Parachute Regiment, 2nd Battalion and he took every deployment both given and offered to him, he went where the action was and where the mates he had made in the regiment were posted to.

Jamie had returned from active duty, he was on a break from deployment back to the Middle-East, and was home again. She saw him standing outside his door with a cigarette, wearing a black hooded jumper and loose matching tracksuit bottoms. He had a thick, grown beard across his jaw and face. He was rugged looking, and he looked at her with the bags of shopping she was returning home with after work. He put out his cigarette, and stepped forward to help her.

He approached Kiesha on the garden path to the block of apartments, and Jamie smiled at her. She had to admit he had grown into a real man even before leaving for the Army, he was muscular and heavy-chested. “Hey, Mrs Williams. Yer’ let me take in the shopping.” He greeted her with a smile.

She was startled, but smiled back warmly and let him take the shopping bags from her. “Thank you Jamie, a long day.” She said with a warm chuckle.

He took her bags of shopping into her kitchen, she smelled the manly, sexual scent on him as she followed him. She missed a man, a real man to hold her, carry her. “So, still single Jamie?” Kiesha asked him, but this was actually normal line of friendly banter and conversation she had with Jamie since his teens.

He put down the bags on the counter tops, and turned. “Aye sadly, nae’body seems interested in me.” He said with a sad smile, as if trying to be happier about his situation.

Then she saw it, even at a glance she couldn’t help but notice. The tent in his loose bottoms, it was faint but she could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear beneath them. Kiesha smiled pushing a dread from her face, and behind her ear which she noticed Jamie stare at her as if transfixed. “I’m surprised, a man like you would have girls after him all over the place.” Kiesha said trying to not look into his dark, brown eyes.

“I guess I scare lassies off, hen. They don’t seem interested, I’m not the type to hassle a girl if she’s no’ interested in me yer’ know.” He said with a gentle smile.

“Nonsense, they’re blind then. You’re a real man. When do you go back to active-duty?” She asked him, truly wanting to know as she felt her body become warmer simply talking to him.

Jamie leant on the counter top. “No’ for another three weeks. So I’ve got time tae’ use and spend.” He told her.

The house was empty for Kiesha, she was alone most nights except for the occasional visit to a pub with her friends for karaoke but that was once or twice a month at most. Most nights she would sit up watching films, and TV after her long shifts but she missed a man to cuddle up with on the sofa together.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner, keep me company. Unless your mom needs you home.” She said walking over to his side and peering into one of her shopping bags.

Jamie turned, he was looking at her dreadlocks, and her womanly, mature body and felt himself harden in his bottoms. He had wished he had worn boxer shorts, but he preferred the freedom of going commando. Now he regretted it, his tent would be obvious and clearly visible escort beşiktaş to her.

“If yer’ sure Mrs Williams.” He said.

Kiesha smiled back at him. “Jamie, I’ve been divorced nine years, and you have known me since you were a teenager. You can call me Kiesha.” She told him with a warm, welcoming smile.

“Aye, Kiesha. I’d love to stay for dinner.” He told her.

She was hot to the touch, and she told Jamie to go and watch the TV in the lounge. But as he left the kitchen under her instructions, she saw his thick tent swing now fully erect and she saw him attempt to hide it from her moving fast.

Smiling to herself she was impressed, was she seducing him or was he attracted to her. Then she thought about it, her age and how close his mother was to her, and him to her children she thought he was simply being a friend to her. As she prepared to cook her home-made Goat Curry, with rice and peas she realised she couldn’t hear the television, which she told Jamie to turn on and she spoke up as she washed the goat’s meat, and prepared to make up the broth for her curry. “Jamie, babe is the TV alright?” She asked coming into the front room, or lounge and noticing Jamie on the couch.

“No hen, signal or something.” He told her trying to work the satellite TV box with the remote control.

Kiesha knew the problem, it happened occasionally with her television. “Oh no problem my love, just need to check the wire for the box.” She told him walking over to the television in front of him, and bent down to fiddle with the satellite box.

What she didn’t know was Jamie’s tent was fully erect in his bottoms, he couldn’t hide it without using one of Kiesha’s couch pillows. Checking each wire, she was unaware of Jamie who was stroking his erect cock through his bottoms which was now a tight pipe in shape.

Stroking himself he stared at Kiesha’s big ass, her skirt slightly hugging her hips and behind and the backs of her legs on display to Jamie. He saw the white seams running up the back of Kiesha’s thick, firm legs into the skirt. “One wire is always buggy, I got to keep jiggling it to get a signal through. Need to get the Sky maintenance people out to fix it.” She said now dropping onto her knees on the rug kneeling over the box, attempting to fix the signal through it.

Something turned on in Jamie’s mind; he was horny, and to him Kiesha was a beautiful, mature woman he had dreamed of into his early adult years. He thought he had one opportunity, and he had to take it. He moved onto his feet, his big tent in his bottoms profound, and sticking out proudly. He pushed it down over his erect cock, it sprang out hard like steel.

He moved up behind Kiesha, and took a gentle hold of the ends of her skirt and began to pull it up exposing her legs hoping she didn’t notice until the moment he was ready for her. As her skirt rose, he noticed the white seam on the back of her legs run up to her inner thighs, and as he pulled the skirt even higher finally her buttocks. It was now that she had noticed him.

“Jamie what are you doing!?” She asked in a panic looking up at him towering over her, pulling up her long, modest skirt.

Then her eyes dropped, and focused on the thick piece of meat dangling erect out of his bottoms; his big fat cock. He was bigger than any of her ex boyfriends, and it was thicker than her ex-husband Deacon. It was fat and as thick as a bratwurst sausage in size to Kiesha.

“Fuck you’re big Jamie, you’ve got a big cock.” She found herself moaning, too distracted to notice him now pull up her skirt up around her waist fully exposing her big ass encased in the pantyhose. The white seams now going over her big buttocks, and ended joining one another at the small of her back above her ass.

Standing over her, Kiesha’s skirt was thrown up over on her back. Her big round ass was on show to Jamie, as he proudly held the thick member in his hand inches from Kiesha’s purple glossed lips.

His other hand was now between Kiesha’s inner thighs, and crotch rubbing her womanhood through the nylon. “This is wrong, Jamie.” Kiesha purred, he saw her bite her lip and clench her eyes closed.

He had her, and he wanted her more than anything he had wanted in his life. He had joined the Army, now he wanted to make the woman he had dreamt of in his teens and early adult years, making his fantasies real and he was going to take Kiesha for himself.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Kiesha. Yer’ have been my dream since we moved in next door to yers’ and this is a dream for me.” He told her, spilling his guts to her and she realised his words were true.

He had always been respectful around her when younger, but she did catch him watching her, checking her out but simply put it down to hormones. Now he was a grown man, seasoned from war and life. She had to admit to herself, she wanted him. She wanted him as her man, and she was going to give herself to him.

“Do it baby, I’m escort bahçelievler here Jamie.” She moaned and he pushed his thick cock-head into her pursed, glossed lips and slid in filling her mouth she moaned at the intrusion, but accepted it.

He was thick, the head was fat and round and she attempted to fit it in her mouth. Kiesha was surprised Jamie had grown into a man, and she let him fill her mouth until she began to gag on the head poking the back of her throat. She could see another three inches left of his rod, she couldn’t fit it in.

His hands wandered down to her ass, using one hand he took hold of Kiesha’s dreadlocks firmly, but not to hurt her. He used them to push her down onto his cock, and he filled her throat like a sausage bulging her throat briefly but adapting to take his cock.

His probing fingers found her anus through the pantyhose, and panties and he probed it as he moved between it and her pussy rubbing it. She was wet, and it was seeping through her nylon and silk panties.

He was not finished with her mouth, pushing her down she was gagging, plopping sounds echoed around her front room as she sucked his cock as best she could. He spread her buttocks with his warm hand, and as he slid the tip of his index finger inside her anus, he made sure to push her mouth down on his cock at the same moment. This made sure she couldn’t plop his cock free of her mouth.

As he did this she gagged, and spluttered but not before he slid his index finger to his knuckle up inside her ass. A few moments later he pulled her off his cock, a line of spital and saliva leading from his thick, glistening cock to her glossed lips. “Keep sucking Kiesha.” He told her shoving her back down on his rod, now fingering her ass in rhythm.

He was in control, but even he wanted Kiesha to be comfortable. He plopped his erect cock from Kiesha’s mouth and stood helping her up to her feet. He leaned down, his erect cock dangling as he fiddled with the wire and the box came to life as if a miracle. Sky television was on, and he quickly found the music channels on the box. One channel had Rihanna’s ‘Work’ song playing, and Jamie pulled Kiesha over to her couch taking control of Kiesha.

The pair kissed, Kiesha giving into her primal, sexual urges just as Jamie had. The music washing over them as they frantically kissed, his hands groping her and her hands on his chest pushing it up to explore his body.

All the while she had her other hand clamped tight around his big, thick erect cock and stroked it as they kissed. “You’ve felt this way about me, for so long?” She asked between frantic, passionate kisses.

Jamie nodded and moaned. “Aye, when I left for the Paras I regretted no’ just grabbing her and making it clear how I felt about yer’, and when I came back Kiesha. I told maself’ that if I got another chance to tell her, or show yer’ then I’d take it.”

Panting Kiesha kissed Jamie on the mouth, and stroked him in a vice grip owning his as much as he owned her. Taking charge of her he pulled her over to his cock, and shoving her down on his big cock once more she settled on her knees on the couch. The sight and moment drove them both mad with lust; Jamie had her and she was submitting to him. But she also had him in her mouth, she was in control and she wanted a man to make her submit willingly and she found that.

Getting used to his size, she tried to keep him in her mouth as much as she could while he pushed her down on it. Then she saw it; he was holding his mobile phone. He was filming her sucking his cock, capturing her ordeal of attempting to take his thick cock. Her lips stretched wide open to take his big cock, she knew every second was being recorded. “Trust me hen, it’s for maself’ and nobody else will see any footage of us.” Jamie told her gently stroking her cheek as she went back to sucking his big cock enthusiastically on camera.

At fifty-seven, here she was being filmed sucking the biggest cock she had ever had in her life. She knew she was a sexual woman, she wanted it, regularly with a man and she could let it all out with Jamie. Age meant nothing to him, nor her.

Pushing up his black t-shirt beneath his hooded jumper she found his hairy, double-barrelled chest and felt small scars as she sucked his cock for dear life. Jamie pulled his big cock free of Kiesha’s wet mouth, and filmed as he pressed the thick slab of meat on her face, her spectacles and the size made Kiesha moan and shudder. Standing to attention his cock was in her face, she was staring at it’s girth as he recorded everything. Seductively for both he and the camera, Kiesha licked from the base of his cock all the way up the thick shaft, to his cock-head and back and forth she licked. “So big.” She panted, returning to licking up his shaft once again.

Her eyes staring back up at him as he filmed her ass, throwing up her skirt once more her pantyhose clad ass was on film now. He brought the camera escort bakırköy close, and caught her ass crack and spreading her cheeks he filmed them open and he rubbed her pussy through the nylon for the camera. All the while Kiesha worshipped Jamie’s cock in her mouth.

Suddenly a phone began to ring; it wasn’t Jamie’s as he was still recording Kiesha. Jamie was able to reach over to her phone on the coffee table, and showed her the number; Deacon. Her ex husband.

Turned on as she moaned noticing the caller, Jamie pushed her down on his cock more gagging her and let the phone ring out all the while recording it with his own phone. “Forget him, he’s your ex husband Kiesha. Now you got me, take care of yer’ man.” He told her as the phone stopped ringing, and with a moan she returned to sucking her man’s rod even nodding in agreement as she sucked.

Playing with his big set of balls, she sucked on his thick member bouncing her ass as she moved. The whole moment recorded by Jamie’s phone. All the while with his other hand he played with Kiesha’s arse, and rubbing her womanhood through her pantyhose which was now soaked wet.

Kiesha plopped his erect, hard cock from her mouth. “Strip me.” She told him sitting up on the sofa.

She slid off her purple cardigan, and her tight purple vest clung to her large, heaving chest. Jamie was like steel in her grip, and she stroked him as she saw how aroused he was seeing her chest.

He found the zip of her skirt behind her, and slid it down from her hips and along her nylon clad legs, before he threw it aside leaving her in only her pantyhose, vest and panties. His cock was pulsating, and rock hard in Kiesha’s hand. Looking up their eyes locked, Kiesha stroked as she stared into Jamie’s eyes. His hands groped, and massaged her ass as she looked into his eyes, whilst pumping his rod in her hand. “You’re a real man now, Jamie.” She said noticing his military tags around his neck, identifying him as a soldier.

She moved and sat in his lap, pushing him down on the sofa. She ground and began to move, and grind on his erect cock pressed against her nylon clad pussy. Kiesha felt every inch of his impressive, thick tool and she knew Jamie was who she had been waiting for.

Jamie didn’t need any motivation, he grabbed hold of Kiesha’s pantyhose and tore it at her ass. The nylon tore and ripped, exposing Kiesha’s big, firm chocolate buttocks to him. Even at her age, Kiesha had a young man’s big cock standing to attention, and her body drove him mad with lust. Kiesha wasted no time, she took grip of his erect cock and sat on it, sitting down she took him fully inside her and grunted, gasping as he began to push her up and down with his legs.

Their gaze didn’t break, their eyes were locked on one another as she rode him as a woman in heat, in lust for him. She noticed he was pale, but freckled and hairy; she had to admit he was the type of man she lusted for even before her marriage. His thick beard tickled her but she kissed him deeply, sliding her warm tongue inside his mouth and began to slam up and down on his cock riding him as she passionately kissed him.

She settled into a pace of riding, she pushed up his t-shirt and began to kiss his white, pale hairy chest and up to his broad shoulders she kissed his neck as she rode him for the gold.

“Ah I’m close! I’m going to cum baby, I’m going to cum Jamie.” Kiesha screamed panting, her first orgasm by a man in a few years she felt it building up inside her as she rode him hard, slamming down onto his rod.

Then she heard him growl, his eyes clenched and his jaw tight beneath his thick beard as she knew he was close to cumming inside her. Kissing him hard on his mouth, she felt him pulsate inside her and he growled like a bear. He exploded, like a burst pipe inside Kiesha’s womanhood filling for the first time in a long while.

In unison she exploded herself with him, orgasming on his rod and bucked her legs and rode him a few more times before collapsing atop of him on his hairy, double-barrelled chest for support. The pair of them panted out of breath, exhausted but spent. Jamie leaked inside her, she felt his seed fill her womb and laid back knowing her chances of getting pregnant at her age were low, even if he was a buck in her mind.

A few moments passed as the pair regained their breath, Kiesha sat up in his lap and kissed him deeply as a lover would. “You must be starving, we’re drained.” She said with a giggle rocking in his lap feeling his cock soften beneath her.

She stood and smiled down at him. “You staying the night?” She asked him coyly.

Jamie smiled. “Fuck aye.” He said grinning. Kiesha smiled rolling up her tights back over her ass still torn exposing her pussy and ass. She leaned down and kissed Jamie passionately, and deeply as her hand touched his chest through his t-shirt. “I’m going to go and change, then cook for us. Watch TV babe.” She told him and tore herself away, as Jamie nodded and she went into her bedroom.

Jamie put away his cock back inside his bottoms, and returned to watching the TV going through the channels slowly. A few minutes passed as Jamie was watching a re-run of The Simpsons when Kiesha’s bedroom door opened. Jamie couldn’t have pried his eyes from what stepped out of the bedroom, even if his life depended on looking away from Kiesha.

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