MRS ROBINSON IN THE NURSING HOME

Oh, so you have remembered where I live, Jim. Its good to see my clever son again after such a while."

"I'm glad I had the chance to come here today, Mother. Not only to see you either. The drive through this part was very nice, a lot better than the hills in Vermont."

"Yes."

"Well Mother, we thought - Sis and I thought - that you would appreciate the scenery. Lake Como is not very far away. This little corner is rather pretty don't you think?"

"Lake Como is in Italy. Just over the border. What you saw when you came in to land was probably Lake Maggiore. It was Lugano you came in to, wasn't it?"

"Yes. Your right. That's the one I saw. But Como is not very far away."

"In Italy. Besides, it is full of cheap tourist traps."

"Some of these people you dismiss as tourists have come to recuperate after surgery. After all, part of the business I am in helps these people. Their success also helps us keep a very good place for you."

"Son, you work too hard for someone your age. Perhaps I'll get your sister and you to take me Maggiore one day."

"I'm sure we would manage that sometime, we'll get our diaries sync'd for sometime in April? How does that sound?"

"Improbable. Your Sister is nearly as bad as you, Jim. And don't forget I have a diary too. I'm not just in here to vegetate."

"No of course you do! Oh. Sorry I mean, of course you aren't. You run your own diary!"

"Oh Jim. Have you just made a Freudian slip? And you know what we used to say about that."

"Em, yes, eh... What Dad used to say was, 'His wife's pajamas.'"

"Hee, Hee, heee! He said that to you as well!" She had dropped her stern appearance and gone back to being Mom. "Oh Jim. Hmm, Dada... Jim, you realise that you are the man of the family now."

"Yes, I realise... At least it was sudden - with Dad, I mean."

"You mean not like me? Twenty years getting a little bit more broken every year. We never thought when I was sixty that I would still be breathing twenty years later. But five years later and Dada didn't think I was still a woman any longer... Oh just give me a moment!"

Jim waited and he didn't see the hunched up old woman with the uneven face. He saw his mother, the tall woman who had walked beside him when he went into school. But this was something he had not expected. This was the first hint of criticism he had ever heard from her about his Dad's care of Mom. He would not have expected to hear Sis talk of it either, if she knew.

He waited. He was used to looking people in the eye and waiting for them to talk to him. They felt safer then and would open up more. And he had climbed so far as he had by spotting the opportunities open up. That was one of the reasons the Company had done so well over the past quarter century.

"What plastics does your company sell, Jim?"

"Ah," he looked around for examples, "this machine, or instrument cover, it looks pleasant to the eye, doesn't it."

"That thing? That has got electronics and compressed oxygen in it. There must be lots of metal pipes and things! You don't make that!"

"What we did there was design the cover. Or our Italian bureau did it, but they are part of the company. We don't want the users to see the complexity of that instrument, we only want them to see it as a very useful tool. And pleasant to look at and easy to keep clean. That surface is quite soft to the touch. But it is a firm structure, standing there upright and yet stable. No sharp corners."

"Jim?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know what it looks like to me?"

"The Italian name for it is a 'Capuchino' I think. Same as the coffee."

"Do you know what that means? Properly?"

"Yes. A kind of bishop's cowl, the sort of thing they wear in the Vatican."

"Well, you must have heard what they say about them! All these dirty priests! I'll stick with a good Americano. Two sugar."

"Do you ever use it to get out of your chair - the instrument, not the coffee, that is?"

"Both. But as you say, it is stable and it happens to come up to my head height where I am sitting so I do clutch it to keep my balance till I'm up. Then its like a big prick against my Oh!"

"It's okay Mother. There is a similarity. It's just that I didn't think you would notice."

"Oh really? And you many children have you birthed? None! You may well have one of these pillars but it is on the outside. That is not where I liked to feel it. It meant Life to me! Security, safety, submission, success too! Half of you and your Sister came out of one of these. There is one of these in every room here, I call mine Paul! Phal would have been even more inhuman."

"I see Mother."

"Thank you. I am glad of that. Now what else does your firm make?"

"Mom, its not really my firm. I only own a hundred thousand shares in it. What I look after i"...

"At sixty-four dollars each in Frankfurt this morning. That a nought point three percent increase this month!"

"Is it? I don't have much time to look. I came to Switzerland this trip mainly to speak to our people in Implants. They do more of them here now than cuckoo clocks. Just do a web search for 'plastics, switzerland' and see what you get. The clinics are fighting over it! Its great business!"

"An implant would have to be a bionic one for your poor old mother."

"Maybe we can do that once one of our people works out the needs."

"No Jim. They will not. You will. You know the needs now."

"I know?"

"Yes. You know. I am a woman. You remember what I said? 'It meant life to me'. Will I ever see you again?"

Jim was thinking as fast as he could but his brain was going in multiple directions: Appointments, What standards would be acceptable, What standards would be achievable, What was already available on the market, How much time did he have before it was too late for his mother? Something out there was missing. He didn't know what it was.

"Not tomorrow Mother. You will see me again, but tomorrow gives me no time for anything good enough for you. You know you are holding a gun to my head!"

"I don't want a gun, son, but if it fires, well thats expected, isn't it."

"Okay, it will be worthwhile. If that clock up there is going cuckoo for your dinner then its time I went to get mine. Bye, I love you."

"I love you too son. Thank you."

Jim was having trouble thinking on his way back to the hotel. He wasn't sure which side of the road to drive on some of the way. He had to pull himself out of his wanderings when he approached the town and saw the busses and other traffic. A decent meal ought to help - it usually did.

When he had eaten he went up to his room and had coffee sent. Black. No sugar. He sat down where he could see the door and opened his case on one side and his laptop on the other. Search for 'What' was available. The answer was dispiriting but his coffee came in and he sipped a little, still looking at the screens. The next screen came up, 'No more found'.

An empty screen! An opportunity! Stuff it to them! Again he typed the requirements, but this time into one of the Company's request-response forms. The last box was for a request for a sketch. He was halfway through drawing it on the screen when his thighs got too hot from the processor. It always did this for heavy graphics work so he put it on the floor but as he leaned over he discovered something hard in his trousers and it gave him an idea. He had an option for photographic input so he went to his case and set up a frame, pulled down his trousers and pulled up his shirt. Then he lay on the floor, brought the frame over and started it climbing round his fully swollen member. When was it last so strong?

That would be better than even an excellent sketch. Remembering it would be for an eighty year old woman who had not had his Dad in her for fifteen years, he chose a five sixths scale. SEND.

He woke from a poor night's sleep with an unusually large morning erection. Last night he had been dreaming about putting it into his mother. He was shocked in the shower cabinet to see the spurts going chest high. That was not his recent style.

As he was having breakfast he started to call the men and women he would meet that morning, just to make sure they were fine to meet him. Most of the Company round the world knew by now that if you didn't go to visit Jim then he would come looking for you. One family had actually become closer when he did visit. Jim paid them the courtesy of being interested and saved their marriage. He had nearly been invited into the bed with them both. He still wondered if he had done right to decline.

A message came up from the Italian bureau: Confirm last night's request. It had been a very high spec article, query viscosity of fluid to be pumped. Jim confirmed that he had met the client for the prototype yesterday and suggested a twenty percent sugar solution but to use their own judgement.

He had another unusually large erection the next morning. The following day was when he now expected delivery but he needed to check it over before his Mother saw it. He didn't know if he could guarantee satisfaction, but he intended to be able to guarantee the ultimate. The hairy balls should be a nice touch - in more ways than one. They would hold the batteries for the vibrator and the warmed sugar solution. In the meanwhile there were people to see, ideas to discuss, hopes to listen to and just occasionally, dreams to be fulfilled. It turned the wheels and fed the families. There seemed to be no downside. Except that he didn't have a family or even time for one.

He used to have a wife. Sally was her name and he saved her from marrying a total jerk. But he never knew she was pregnant with said total jerk's child when he married her. She had a daughter and a divorce. They belonged together, the two "D"s.

A television program had a catch phrase where a robot uttered the line, "Don't talk to me about life". Jim's shouted rejoinder, "Because it's life isn't mine!" had probably helped convince her of the second "D".

"Jim, do you want an intern again this year?" came out of his cellphone as he was going the third conference of the day, It was Human Resources.

"So long as she's good looking again."

"You will see the choice of candidates on the company intranet. Can you read the bio's and make your selection within three hours. After that they are open to any exec."

"Will do, bye John."

He knew he would still be in conference in three hours, there was little chance of reading more than two or three bio's. Well it hadn't done him any harm to chose by their photographs on the last three years, so he would have a look before he went in.

The conference room had been hired for the morning and afternoon sessions but he had 20 minutes preparation time to himself. He linked to the centre's broadband and let his laptop take in the potential intern's CVs. Then, following the security procedures for this type of data, he unlinked and typed in his code word to de-crypt the details. So long as he held his finger on the key it would remain legible.

Forty candidates. Eight minutes left. He scanned the faces and took a dislike to two of them. Five or six looked interesting or hopeful, but his eye kept being drawn back to one of them. He briefly checked her Bio. No faults, not much background that was like his, but that was no guide.

"Dear John, give me #f06", and sent it. He closed down the laptop and the data dissolved permanently into gibberish. "I will see the first man now, please."

Things were being straightened out and new areas of work could now be considered. This country was doing it's usual - behaving like clockwork. He had been able to convert all his expectations for this visit to worthwhile projects. Except his visit to his mother in the home. Tomorrow the package would arrive and he would have time for a half hour visit before he moved to Prague, Czechoslovakia - famous for 'Spring' and False Teeth. They did well supplying the plastic for the dentures, it was the expansion which he would be paying most attention to.

Expansion of his mother was what he dreamt about that night yet again. In the morning he wondered how good the device would be. It would certainly be to his specifications but would it be to his mother's liking. He hoped he had got things right. He was still thinking this when he drove up up the auto park at the home. The only thing that they had changed was the fluid - they had needed to add to the sugar a little starch and a trace of gelatin. Not as good as non-drip paint they explained, but non-poisonous.

In the event he was only able to spend ten minutes with her. He had not realised he was butting in to their mealtime and he needed privacy. She had seemed slightly shocked but he kept drawing her attention back to where she could find out the features and how it would be up to her to use it or not. She had something to say but she was not willing to tell her son just then.

"I will be back in five weeks Mother, on the Wednesday afternoon. Keep well!"

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Five weeks later he touched down at Geneva International on a complicated series of doglegs back to the USA headquarters. His next appointment was in Amsterdam and it was a five hour flight starting at Lugano. Swissrail took him to the town near the home and he hired an auto.

"Hello Mother, How is it going?"

"Well my batteries haven't run out yet, if that's what you mean."

"It is your personal energy that I am really interested in. How are you getting on?"

"It has been good to know you thought about me son. Maybe that's why I feel a bit more lively than I did six weeks ago."

He leaned his hand lightly on 'Paul' the phallus shaped instrument pod. Once she looked at his hand he stroked the smoothly curved surface and watched her eyes. She had more to say. So he waited. So did she and she was his mom - she knew his tactics.

"Youv'e got something on your mind, Son. You might as well tell it to me because I can wait longer than you. I don't have a flight to catch."

"You clever old interrogator, you are. But what do I want to know?"

"In thirty years you might be as old as me, Son, unless you go the same way as Mr Robinson".

"You have had five weeks to try out that specially created prototype toy. I know you couldn't keep a box closed as long as five days without prying inside, so tell me what are your opinions?"

"Well, you are fast. In that case, em, how warm is your hand?"

"Compared to what, Mom?"

"Put it on my cheek so I can find out. On you go - but don't poke out my eye!"

"Is it warm?"

"Not very. Give me it here. I want to warm it a little, Jim."

"Well, here you are."

"I'm warming you up Jim, not just your hand."

"Mom I think it must be a long time since you warmed up my hand between your breasts. I didn't realise this was what you wanted to tell me."

He was still unaware that his fingers were moulding themselves to hold one breast.

"Jim, I need to tell a man who loves me that I love him. And I do Jim. And its not just in my head - its in my body too. You were in my body one time. I know, I remember."

"I was a lot smaller then, Mom."

"Well, how big are you now? As big as that love toy you gave me? That was the idea of a lover, you know. It made me think of you. Can you guess where it is now?"

"Oh Mother. Don't tell me... Surely its not in you now? You wouldn't, would you?"

"Of course I would. Stretch out your hand and see. GO ON! Turn it on for me!"

"Jim. I meant it! So go ahead. Meantime I'm going to hang on to your other hand till your plane takes off."

For a few moments he paused. Suddenly he was not sure any longer.

Jim could take the choice of ripping her arm out of her grasp or turning a switch. He chose the latter. He swallowed then slid his other hand down her body to her pubic arch so he locate the switch. Over the sagging skin of her stomach rippling with gentle hills of fat and wrinkled dips. Another line of wrinkled dips. He suddenly realised he had drifted off to one side and was running his fingertips down her thigh - probably the outside. He walked his fingers gently to the centre till they dropped into the valley between then drew them back up. Hair! Long hair, thin wisps but harsh. He had found the hairy balls. He moved his fingers around to find the switch. Not much further to go but he kept running into more hair and nothing else. Then he realised what he was doing.

There was nothing there except his Mother. He was now gently fingering her thin outer labia. He heard her laughing,

"You're a lovely man, Jim. I'm glad you are my own."

"I'm glad nobody can see us!"

"Well kiss me and then get your plane."

Jim did and left with his case in front of him to conceal his hard penis. What had he unleashed - not in Mom but in him? Where would this end? Had she actually used that prototype? She was still a sexy bitch and still in heat. Hope this intern is as good as she looks.

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The good clean All-American boy that Jim had been 30 years ago had changed just a bit. Now he knew where Europe was and it was not a suburb of Russia. Some of his accent had changed, though his mother had not mentioned it. Some of the things he had seen would once have made him blush, get angry. Now he accepted it was part of a life that he was not called upon to endure. Yet when he felt the gradual tilt of the jumbo towards the coastline of his country he knew it was Home Land. Within five hours he would be fresh and clean and burgers would smell right. He checked off his list and refined his immediate answers to the expected points which should come out of them. Few of them would close down a discussion because he wanted to benefit from these discussions as much as everyone else.

The intern would have to wait so that she was not thrown in too deep as soon as he saw her. Jim was confident they would get 'deep', like the ones before her.

At eight o'clock the next morning he stood in John's office. Because it had a good view down onto the auto-park and he wanted to see her legs walking - preferably with the skirt tight against her thigh, of course - and what she drove to get here. Did she like red, low-slung, sporty? Much more likely some old banger.

It was neither! A dull blue station wagon from some year looked like driving past only it stopped behind another auto and his blond walked in while the station wagon pulled away.

Certainly not a skinny one. Long legs though, scarlet red blouse, black leather case held hard against her hips as a counterweight so she could exaggerate the swing of her bum with it. 'Good going', he thought, 'don't stop till your clit touches me'. He half believed she would do just that for him if he were standing down there her. He felt his balls tighten.

She would have been sent to John's office so Jim went out to reach his own. He still liked to be reasonably fit so he went for the stairs rather than the elevator. Only five floors up from here so he could do it nearly as quickly as Mr Otis.

Just as Jim was about to make his dash up he saw her pop her head round the other corner of the stairwell. She had just come up from the entrance while he was hyperventilating to make his run easier!

"Oh Miss. I'm pleased to see you! Could you possibly help me up to my office? As you could see, the elevator is not running this morning."

And so Jim conned the pretty intern into getting below his elbow and pushing him upstairs for a whole floor. She was willing for something, he thought. Then the sound of the doors opening stopped his fun and she helped him in, leaned him against the wall and stood against the door to prevent its closure.

"You can have a few moments rest and then you will be at your own floor, she smiled to him, "and the other two passengers will see you out, won't you, men." No question. Because by now she knew she has been fooled. She wasn't sure whether to smile or scold. She did know she would soon get behind time.

"Are you OK today, sir?" Jim smiled and looked as if he expected another question but knew they would dare not utter any. He would have to learn his people's names again.

"Ready for me to bring Mabel up, Jim?", asked John on the internal.

"Please. Coffee's hot." What a common name, his cheating wife called her second daughter Mabel. The one she gave him after they divorced. He had scarcely seen Sally, except most vacations she turned up at his parents' home and he often finished up with her for a side dish. Bitch wasn't on the Pill at all! Yet this time it actually was his. The attorney should tell the Trust next year to stop paying for her education.

John came in, all of him except one hand,

"Will you believe this, Jim? Some old man was trying to climb the stairs in here this morning just when your new intern came in." He pulled with his hand and stood aside,

"Mabel, do you recognise anyone here?"

She was taller than he had realised - not much shorter than him. Maybe it was just to impress him today but her breasts stood out well. That red blouse had been well tailored in that area.

"Mabel, you will always refer to me as 'Jim', we are going to respect each other as though we had known each other all our lives because that way we are going to teach each other."

"John, how do you like your coffee, still one sugar? Mabel, I asked John first because I want you to have more time to think of your answer - but you will soon find we are not always given that time. Mostly I know now to say 'No sugar thank you. I prefer the taste of your coffee,' because when you make a screwed up face people think it is the bitterness of their coffee, not the bitterness of your disappointment when you taste the stuff."

"He keeps good stuff Mabel. You can choose whatever you like here. It'll be pretty safe. Oh! I never told you downstairs. He can be a good host if you give him the chance."

Mabel smiled across the room and wondered if she had met Jim in a bar somewhere. She smoothed down her pale lilac slacks and said,

"Let me try you black, Jim."

That was a mistake - it was his coffee she had wanted to taste, not his person. But he didn't seem to notice.

John definitely did notice and watched Jim for his reactions. Nothing. He just brought round the coffees and shepherded them to the seats. They had several points to work through and the only one which involved a body was Jim checking that Mabel had John's twenty four hour contact number. All three left afterwards, John back to his office and Jim and Mabel to the Information Technology Department to establish her 'secure' communication codes with the Company.

"I will be home for another two months, maybe less, but then you will be travelling with me. It is expected that you will work sometimes as my private secretary - so private you don't even tell yourself what you are doing sometimes - later working as an appendage of me when I cannot be in three places at once."

"Can I expect your advice then?"

"Yes most certainly! Provided you do not hesitate to ask for it! For this term you and I are going to give each other all that we have. That is how this company runs. You know it, I know it, the accounts show it. It will be much more absorbing than your current social life. Do you like jellybeans?" Jim stuck a hand in his waistcoat pocket.

"Jellybeans? What does that have to do with the management of a multinational plastics company?"

"Because they are very good at keeping your ears clear when your 'plane comes down. And I've still got some left from the other day, here!"

From past experience Jim had worked out that if he threw himself over the unsuspecting intern she would soon give way. And now this one was eating out of his hand already. Bingo!

"Do you see in this museum how we have graphs of freight car movements versus turnover? This applied to the immediate post WWII years but then we started to factor in profits per movement and... Mabel hold you right hand away from your slacks a moment."

Jim took it one of his bigger mitts and swiftly brought it up to his mouth.

"Stop. What are you doing Jim?"

Jim didn't answer, just stuck one of her fingers in his mouth and licked it clean, then repeated it with her thumb, up to but not quite including her mound of venus. He squeezed that gently between his thumb and forefinger.

"You had a bit of jellybean still stuck on you. I know you would do the same for me."

Mabel was left holding Jim's proffered tissue in her other hand, looking at his innocent face, uncertain of herself and with her knees trembling slightly. All she could say was,

"Thank you."

Jim wondered if that had been too early but he had to carry on if he was going to be in her tonight,

"It was a pleasure. And it tasted pretty nice too. I think it was one of the yellow ones."

"I hope your mouth is clean."

"We'll work that out over lunch. Meanwhile, profits. What does it profit you from a movement. One thing if you run a railroad, another if you want the material. I whacked this graph up here when I sat up one night and thought it out. No computers to plan the various possibilities then. It seems ludicrously easy now, in future we will use even more powerful tools. But that's why we made two divisions, heavy and consumer."

Jim watched her for a moment. He wanted her. But she had better not fall into his arms and declare her lust for him in here.

"I want you to take time to think about how we changed things here, because we will need to do it again. And again. In a year's time your knowledge of this place will be soo out of date. By being away so much I need to learn a great deal whenever I come back. I will be catching up for at least four hours tonight - at home. Over the wires. That is what your communication code is for. Use it!"

Mabel wondered what she had let herself in for at this place. This World of Work she was just experiencing was going to drive her like a slave. She was going to have to fight for air from now on or go under and suffocate. The way he had put it to her, this went on for the rest of your working life.

Jim's thoughts ran along the lines 'Tonight you are coming to my pad because you want to. Tomorrow we get out of the same bed with something big between us.'

Jim didn't see the next one coming:

"You're not very romantic, are you Jim?"

"You know the answer to that already Mabel. I would not even think of offering you frilly clothes and French perfume. Not as an inducement. Not as a temptation. Never to buy your favor. You see, I am just a man. All I want to see is you growing out of just being a pretty young woman into being a pretty able young woman. With the world at her feet."

Saying that last bit more slowly usually made a difference but he was not prepared for what came.

He saw tears welling in her eyes as she stood back and took a swipe at his face,

"You BASTARD, Jim! I never had a father!"

Jim quickly swung back and blocked it with his shoulder, then stood closer to her to hide her face from anyone passing. Mabel tried to go back on what she had just shouted.

"Please, Jim. Please. I'm very sorry! I didn't mean it!"

She now looked on the verge of collapsing. He had pushed her further than he intended just yet. He had to find her a place to hide her.

Over her shoulder he saw the Ladies Washroom.

"Come closer, that's right, stand right against me, walk over here. You will be safe."

She had started to blubber. He hid her face against his shoulder and realised that he had something lower down to hide himself.

"Come through here with me," he whispered. He stopped between the two sets of doors and tried to listen but there was nothing. No sound did not mean no person. Jim knew he was taking just another risk, but not taking it would be a certain No Advantage.

"Take one of these tissues, Mabel, they're quite soft. It will be fine in a moment, just dry your eyes. No don't twist your head away, you know where your eyes are."

Jim had decided it was too early for her to see her face in the mirror. Better to dry up first. Then they heard the outer set of doors opening. Mabel went rigid.

Jim lifted her up an inch then strode into the end cubicle and locked the door. Quickly he got the seat cover down and sat on it. He pulled Mabel down to sit on his knees, still facing him, now with a leg on each side of his thighs. He started to dab her cheeks till her eyes were no longer wells. Then he tried to help her blow her nose.

"Nobe. Me," was what she said but it was not something Jim would ask about. He just let her wipe up her own snuffles. Then glanced sharply towards the sound of a cubicle door slamming. It was time to press home his advantage and he started to lightly caress Mabel's thighs through the light cotton.

Mabel looked at Jim. She was shocked! She had seen this old man for less than four hours and now he was going to strip her! She could not stop him; nobody would believe her,

"Ahh!" he had moved to her inner thighs and made her involuntarily grip his hips with her knees.

Jim wondered if he should have his intern for lunch or dinner. He motioned for her to lean closer and she did. She tried to look at him with startlingly wide eyes.

"Mabel, you and I are going to make a great team," he whispered in her ear, blowing some of her blond hair out of the way, just to let his hot breath stimulate her ear. He felt her bring her feet off the floor and onto his knees under her bum. He took the opportunity to remove her shoes whether that was her wish or not. She whimpered and laid her head on top of his.

"No Jim. No. You must stop this. You are going to get me, I promise! But please, Jim please, I don't want to lose my virginity in a Ladies' Washroom Cubicle. Be nice with me."

If she knew the effect she was having on Jim she could have asked him for anything. Anything that is, except not to relieve the pressure of his spunk. He was going to open up to her and do it in here.

"Tonight Mabel, tonight at my pad and we will have breakfast brought up to us.

"Yes," a frightened little whisper.

"Meantime, unzip me and tidy me up." And so they swapped positions and Mabel sat on the cover. She pulled out his hard, heavy penis and tried to tuck it back more neatly. It wouldn't go, so as if on impulse she took the end in her mouth and started on her boss. Before long Jim was starting to breath hard and she held up one hand in front of his face to remind him. He struggled to keep his breathing calmer and she sucked him straight off.

"It's softer now. I can tuck you away and zip you up again."

Jim looked down. This intern would go far. That was a pretty fast negotiation and they both had what they wanted.

But how to get back on the corridor unseen...

"Mabel, there doesn't sound as if anyone is in. You can go out and tidy your hair because it really looks good that way. And you will be able to check it is really all clear."

"Let me do your hair first, Jim. But first I am going to kiss you. There is still some taste left for you." Of his own sperm.

They smartened up and escaped to the outside. Jim walked her quickly away from where she had hit at him. Anyway, time was passing.

"Lets have a quick lunch," began Jim, "I am going to one corner and you to another."

Mabel's eyes looked hurt at being dumped so quickly but Jim continued,

"Pay attention to the people around you, get them talking. Let them get used to you as a person in your own right. You are going to be my other half in here and when we meet up in my office we will be telling each other about the people we met. OK Mabel? I'm going to start on the lady serving vegetable - she has got five kids I can name. She talks to a lot of people here so its good to listen to her."

They went in and became two separate points of interest though for two different reasons! Both of them were there to let people talk to them. They looked up to Jim for his power, hoping some of might brush off onto them. They looked to Mabel for her youth and beauty. She was something of the Future and they wanted some of it.

Back in the office Jim closed the door and they discussed the personalities they had met. They agreed that they each made people hungry. They ought to aim to liven up the Company and loosen up everyone's minds.

"We will never keep abreast of the opposition unless we - all of us - out think them and out do them. Now open the door and back to business."

The afternoon raced on.

"You dont have any plans to be collected in the blue station wagon or did you cancel earlier." said Jim. Mabel didn't want a way out - Jim was unstoppable - and she was glad he hadn't offered her any.

"May I do it now please?" Then, "It's better if I do it on my own." Jim smiled and walked out, closing the door behind him. He would go to the empty office two doors along and book a table from there. As he walked he felt that bulge growing back. Had it not been for that he would have gone down to see John again and had a proper read at Mabel's bio.

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They sat down at six in an opulent hotel dining room. Jim had no intention of making a habit of this, but, it was going to be the first and consequently the only time for Mabel. American food was far better than French cuisine so long as he chose carefully. French waiters were best left at home where their mothers could catch their children out being rude to strangers. He saw the shadow approaching from behind and turned to face this American waiter. Who might have come from South East Asia.

"We would like a good Californian Red wine please. If you bring us a good one it will really put the oomf into our meal this evening." Jim smiled at the waiter and waited for him to understand that tonight, this job made the man important. Well, he was anyhow. If nobody told him then he wouldn't act to his best ability.

The meal was simple - no fancy food - well prepared and presented. Eaten leisurely the taste made the juices in their mouths run and reminded Jim that Mabel's juices were going to run. Mabel realised that too in a different way. Her juices had started to run, just a little, just enough to let her know her body was preparing itself for something it had allowed to no man before. Refused many times in fact. But the sensation of the different foods in her mouth was pleasurable in another way. As she pushed her tongue through the creamy mix in her mouth she thought of the penis she had in it before lunch. But it did not taste as good as this.

At one point Jim saw her lean slightly across the table. Her breasts were hanging over her bowl but he was experienced enough to know that this was not Mabel coming on to him. Her tongue was moving inside her closed mouth. It was trying to spear it's way into a stoned olive.

"We will soon have something better than that for your tongue to aim at." Jim kept his voice low and deep. "But take your time. I think you are just lovely to look at."

Mabel went bright red and Jim worried he might have pushed her too far again. Then she giggled like a schoolkid. It was so attractive from an adult woman. Jim associated it with his cheating wife, Sally Robinson, and her mother. Most importantly, the loss of his own virginity. She had seemed so shy once she undressed, though her husband must have seen her that way a thousand times. Like Mabel, she had giggled at her own self. And made it so much easier to open her up. Suddenly she was not 'unreachable' she was human and about to go under him.

"Mabel, eat your food properly." He knew she would mostly ignore him but she would not let herself get out of control now.

Later they leaned back a little and she kidded,

"Should I take my coffee black tonight?"

"As you like it. They will only serve us good stuff here." He was pleased that she had teased him about his little homily from their first meeting in the office. He felt that pleasure like honey in his groin.

"You could ask for it sweet with brandy served in a tall glass and topped with double cream," Jim suggested while drawing a tall straight column in the air with his fingertips. Mabel was becoming entranced when he finished off the top by capping it with his hands held thumb to thumb and fingertip to fingertip making an upside down heart. Or did she see the head of a penis? She made up her mind, but she knew the end result of eating too much.

"Give me some of that one. Slowly. But for this time only, I want to try out the coffee made for me that way." And they did, looking into each other's eyes, Mabel trembling imperceptibly as she thought about the inevitable and irreversible change about to happen and Jim - the experienced one - wondering if he really would be up to the job of taking his first maiden and doing it with enough style for this girl he had become so surprisingly attracted towards. When he first saw her pic he had mainly thought of her as bed-meat.

Of course he was...

He had booked a room for them and that was where they went. Jim had done that just in case - because you don't need to be alcohol-free to go up in the elevator. Not like driving. It was in the elevator that she admitted to Jim that she was frightened. She didn't say why but it wasn't that he was huge. Anyway she was not so stupid as to compare him to anyone.

Jim nodded a fraction and lightly held one of her hands at her side so that from her fingers to her shoulder she was brushing against him. She wanted to lean against him. He seemed to offer her infinite security and when he lightly brushed her crotch with his other hand she felt suddenly elated. She wanted all of him him then and she didn't care about anything. She just looked up and said,

"Kiss me Jim."

It was a big room and it did not seem a big bed until they walked further in and it's size became apparent. Jim walked her round between the bed and an armchair.

"We are going to take each other's clothes off, bit by bit and I am going to lay you on that bed and make slow gentle love to you. If I am going too quickly tell me to hold off. This evening is for you and it is for us."

Mabel looked at him again. Was this big man with the powerful position also tender?

"Jim, do you say that to every woman you make?"

Jim bent forward with a laugh and embraced her, finally saying,

"Mabel, you are an adorement!" Then after a moment to let her work out what was missing, "I am going to take off your left shoe."

Slowly they became totally naked. Jim now saw how much taller than her he had become. He also knew he had a heavy erection but he did not look down at it. He cupped Mabel's breasts, held them against his chest and looked down at her eyes. She was looking up at him, expectantly. They went for each other's mouths and clung for minutes, thinking about that hard penis pressing that soft stomach.

"I want to lie down Jim." Mabel had started to shake and whether it was from cold, excitement or apprehension Jim did not care. He laid her across the bed then lifted her ankles and turned her so she lay there alone up and down the bed.

When he lay beside her he could see that her little nipples had gone hard and slightly engorged. He brought his mouth over the nearest one and started to flick it with his tongue. It seemed to get harder so he switched to the other one with the same effect. Mabel put her fingers into his hair and brought her knees up slightly, keeping them together. Jim went back to the first nipple and started to lick around it with the point of his tongue.

His hand found the other nipple and he gently pulled it. Then released! Mabel jumped. Jim repeated with the same effect, but with a slightly bigger jump. He started sucking the nipple in his mouth. Leaving Mabel to think about the other nipple Jim let his hand wander down her breast and under the curve, going towards her cleft. Her centreline, where the nerves seemed to be. From there he caressed her in little circles until he found her belly button. He knew from long ago that just inside can be quite sensitive so he ran his middle finger round there and was rewarded by hearing her start to move her legs around. He spread his hand wide and tried to touch the two points of her hip bones one, with a finger the other with a thumb but had to suffice with one only. She was too broad for that one but he knew where his hand was and let his littlest finger brush the fine hair on her abdomen.

"Jim, I don't know what to do! I just feel left here." Mabel's voice was a little lost, plaintiff.

"My neck would benefit from being rubbed," he said. He had forgotten her so he had better give her something active to do. "Mmmm," that feels good. I like your hands."

Meantime his fingers had got into her bush. He had never checked the color but he would. But her knees were back together and lifted up again - she was nowhere near ready and maybe she wouldn't get ready enough from this approach. He moved to her feet and lifted her ankles in the air again. Now he was kneeling at her feet but her feet weren't there, he had placed them on his chest and started to lean forwards to keep them there.

Mabel realised there was nothing to stop him going straight up her from where he knelt.

"Can you tense yourself up?" asked Jim.

Mabel tried and said, "I have." But she knew that she was only able to use a part of her strength now.

"In that case just relax," said Jim. "You have got control of yourself."

Whatever he meant sounded vaguely reassuring to Mabel and she realised she had been holding herself against some unknown animal. Jim put a hand in below each of her knees and lifted her on her shoulders to make a 'Y' in the air.

"Mabel, I am going to kiss you where you are going to be loveliest tonight," and with that he buried his face in her crotch. He caught some of her hair in his lips and pulled back.

"Let me help you, I didn't shave."

"Most people don't. You are fine."

It was their combined efforts that let Jim get his tongue on her clit. At first Jim couldn't tell whether it was big or swollen. Mabel knew. It was so surprisingly sensitive! None of the boys who had played with it had ever sent such startling electric shocks through her body. But none of them had ever had a hope of getting past it. She felt her body begin to thrust itself up from her shoulders, up off the bed and towards Jim.

Jim held her buttocks in his hands and tried to keep his breathing steady. Suddenly Mabel tried to pull away from him and he knew that she was on the verge. He persisted because she couldn't stop him now. Then his ears were covered in soft flesh and his head was pulled back and forth on his shoulders as Mabel's body convulsed. His tongue was free and pushed in as far as it could go but he had no idea how far that was. It was time a penis went in there.

Jim stayed between her thighs as he laid her down on the bed once more. One glance at her eyes was enough. Mabel knew it was time for him to make her a woman. Jim leaned forward again and kissed his way all up her body. He didn't hesitate when he came to her mouth and nor did Mabel. She took his penis and guided the head in less delicately than Jim would have done. She felt hot and delicate and deliciously moist.

"I'm ready Jim," she breathed.

"Then draw your knees up slowly, fairly high, keep your feet on the sheets."

As she concentrated about that Jim slipped forward and watched a spasm cross her face. When he could go no further forward he bent down to kiss his beautiful little woman. He wanted her to be the first to speak so he kept her fully stuffed till she did.

"I feel slightly sick." Then as she felt her body return to a more normal state, "Let me hold you Jim. You are gorgeous."

"You are round me and that makes you far far better than anyone ever could be," said Jim. Then he started to thrust very slowly. He was unsure of what to do with virgins, but he did know what do with a hard penis inside a woman.

"Oh, keep it slow Jim." But before long it was Mabel who increased the tempo. Jim knew that was normal. By the time he came deep inside Mabel, she had cum again at least once and her thrusts against him were of at least normal violence for an intern.

"What are we going to do now Jim?"

"Well, I've just flushed all your blood out with my semen, if that is what you mean."

Mabel knew now that even once with Jim was better than a hymen for another twenty years. (Or days, who cared now?) She held him tight. Not as though her life depended on it, more as though his life might be at risk.

"About work, I mean."

"I'm going to turn on the hotel's shopping channel. You are going to get another pretty outfit for tomorrow."

Mabel was amazed at Jim's attitude to Company Business. Then he went on,

"Then we are going to put that bedcover away and lie with each other and talk and talk till we can no longer stay awake. By the way, if anybody says you walk different, ask if it is an improvement. Because you look fantastic."

Mabel caught sight of herself in one of the long mirrors and saw the tuft of damp hair hanging down between her thighs. She ran straight at Jim, jumped with her legs scissored open and hit his midriff. He staggered backward, fell and found her straddling his chest.

"You are making me a laughing stock!"

"Never in front of anyone but yourself," said Jim and took her little hairs in his mouth.

"I don't know what to make of you!" And really, she did not know whether to laugh at his foolishness or cry at her own.

"You just call me Jim and take that thing behind you in your mouth."

Mabel obediently twisted around to suck it and Jim grasped her left foot to kiss the sole. She hadn't expected this and jumped a little. It had sent a tiny electric shock through her foot, up her leg and it gave her a jolt in her lower stomach.

Jim knew what he was doing - Mrs Robinson had done it to him the day he lost his own virginity. He did it again. Mabel tensed herself for another one and Jim grabbed her other foot and drew it near his face. He didn't kiss that one, just ran his tongue between the pad and her toes.

With both hands she held on tight to Jim's now hard penis and backed towards his mouth.

"Lick me there Jim. Please." She was panting.

Jim plopped a toe into his mouth and began to suck it. Then he exchanged it for another one. Mabel started to shake. She knew he was doing with her just as he wanted and she loved him for it. But she couldn't keep her cunt near him any longer, she was now supported on her elbows and one knee.

Suddenly Jim put an arm up round her hips and drew her down to his mouth. Then he found her slit with his tongue and worked his way round till he was licking her clit. Mabel went ecstatic. She tried to concentrate on Jim's penis in her mouth but had to abandon any serious attempt to suck him off. Jim didn't mind, he was going to leave this girl helpless from cumming. Her clit was now swollen enough for him to treat it like a milking mother's nipple and he sucked it and licked it and every so often let it graze his front teeth.

In return Mabel bucked and squealed and writhed about out of her mind with delight. Her breath was uneven, she had lost control of it just as she had lost her body. In fact she thought she was out of her body. But she could not get away from Jim. His upper body was now anchored to her by both his arms.

Jim stopped and while Mabel was trying to recover herself from the planet where she had been sent he set her up on her hands and knees, facing away from him. Then he knelt behind her.

Mabel looked around trying to understand where she was and where Jim had gone when he started to push into her open crack. She jerked her head up and gasped in some air.

Jim looked along her smooth back and placed the palms of his hands behind her ribs. He could feel her breathing that way. Then he gave in to the temptation in front of him and once he had filled her he laid himself lightly along her. Then he could not help but to use his hands to grasp her breasts, trying to let a nipple poke through between two fingers so he could squeeze it when he wanted. He was going to own her! The sensations grew in his loins and he transferred more of his weight to her hips. He thrust harder inside that beautifully velvety tunnel, so soft, so moist. Suddenly Jim realised he was going to climax. His voice was hoarse when he whispered,

"Mabel. Mabel! Take me now!" And he felt his sperm bursting out of him.

"You made that explode in me."

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A few days later Mabel handed Jim a text message when he came back into the office.

[ Jim's sister in Geneva had hired a chalet for Mom and the remaining three would spend the weekend after next there. ]

It made him annoyed at his sister because it wasn't her who would be travelling across the Atlantic twice in three days.

"This is a private trip Mabel, but I will be out of the office till Monday. I'll get the flight times to you very soon but it will probably be the middle of the morning when I get in." He was already slightly excited but his main job for now was to make sure that everything would run without him.

"I guess you realise that someone is likely to ask me for something and I can never guarantee reception among these mountains on my cellphone, so, they will often turn to you. It will be a good plan for you if you don't try to fob them off. If they come to you looking for me then stand your ground and help them. OK Mabel?"

"Of course. But how? I've only been here three weeks."

"You look so sweet. Sooo sweet! But remember this. Half the time people do not really know what they really want. So you have a start. Just make sure you understand what they want. Let them explain it to you then explain it back to see if they understand what you say! Once you really understand a question most of the work is done 'cause you know where to put in the effort to answer it."

Then he tested his own advice,

"Can you tell that back to me? Like your friends at college would say it to each other maybe?"

Jim heard her, thought about it again and almost used the wrong word to her.

"That's fine. You're going to be able to do this, just remember though, some of the people you will be talking to might be old enough to be your, your eh big brother."

Mabel knew what he had not said and answered his feelings.

"Its OK Jim. I don't mind. I'm standing beside you and you are the best I can imagine." Mabel stood back and put her hands behind her back, else they might stand there and hug, and ... Besides she really was enthralled by him. So much so that she could feel herself getting moist for his hard penis again. Maybe she had forgotten that made her breasts look more attainable.

Only a few feet away Jim was thinking about something a friend had said to him years ago, 'Where do you put a hard penis?' They had been considering a bevy of lovelies. Then he answered his own question, 'In front of you.' He did. Whenever he could. But not inside his office.

But Mabel was distracting him. Jim was still thinking about being home with her in a few hours from whichever times he glanced at his watch. Mounting her. Impaling her. Enjoying her squirming in delight. Mostly he felt the second biggest thrill would be feeling her cum around him.

They had a busy night at Jim's pad.

Jim's plane landed at Geneva International and he had hoped to meet up with his big sister there but got a text from her to get a auto at Lugano and pick Mom up at the home. She knows the name of the place for him.

"Ah, so you do what your big sister tells you," was the greeting he got.

"So many women, all trying to get me to do something," joked Jim.

"And succeeding," said his Mom, looking at the phallic shaped instrument pod by her bed.

"What will you be taking with us Mom. Is there anything that will need help - to carry that is!"

"Of course there is. Just take your time. I'm going to alleviate myself. I'll be back in a minute."

Jim guessed she was going to empty her bladder and that it would take more than one minute. It would make sense if he did the same He was back before her and wondered if the prototype might be among her luggage. Or would it be in one of these drawers beside the bed? Then he heard tapping as she came back. Jim picked up the two cases and prepared to leave.

"Are you carrying both of these Jim?"

"I don't want you to strain too much and I walk a lot more than you do nowadays."

As he went over to tell the senior nurse that they were leaving for the weekend Jim thought he caught a snatch of an East Coast accent from somewhere. Female, probably. He laid down the cases and helped his mother into the auto then packed away the cases.

"Is Sis going to bring the food?" Jim asked as they started off.

"She arranged for plenty to be left for us by the owners. And they have got mains electricity for you. Stop at the end of this road till I look at the map!"

Jim pulled over to see what map Mom was taking about. It was an internet printout but the bits of it he knew seemed okay.

"Settle back Mom, we will be there in twenty eight minutes. It says it on the printout."

After a few minutes he heard a rattling noise on the passenger door side.

"Slow down Jim. You might hit a mountain goat."

"Okay Mom. Hold on to your walking stick."

After thirty eight minutes they were pointing up a dead end at a stone-built chalet.

"That's it Son! Well driven."

They had just turned off a road which went on to the edge of Lake Maggiore. As they drove slowly up the little slope they saw it was a very well placed chalet for a view of the lake.

"No sign of Sis."

"She said she would be here later."

Jim unloaded the bags and went in the front door. Mom would need some help to get out of the auto. She was leaning against the hood.

"Give me your arm Son. Take me nice and slow." By this time Jim was willing to take her in life, not just his imagination, but was it his imagination that heard that last bit? He pressed the 'Lock' switch for the auto and took his mother's arm. She was shorter than she used to be and she leaned on him more than he had expected. He didn't mind. He rather liked it because it made it easier to swivel her round to look at the lake.

"This is why Sis chose this chalet, isn't it Mom."

"Also because it is secluded. Let's go in." Jim thought he understood well enough but when would Sis waltz in?"

"Have you had a look around Jim? Chosen your bedroom? Come with me."

There were two bedrooms: one for him and the other for Mom and Sis he expected. When they were in the larger bedroom his mother said,

"I want to lie down now Jim. Help me onto that bed, thats it, good. Take my shoes off." Jim had a vision of Mabel doing the same thing, only sixty years younger. Or his Mom doing the same thing sixty years ago. From unmarried to unmarried - and still wanting cock! Truly, woman was made for man.

"How many cents are your thoughts worth Jim."

"That wasn't a question Mom. But you were fishing for a declaration!"

"Nope! I gave that up long ago. But I can see your cock sticking your pants out and I don't want to see that."

"Sorry Mom."

"I want it to be inside me. So think about how to do it. I am old and dry and stiff and brittle. And I am your Mom who has first claim on her unmarried son. OK? Get about it!"

Jim swallowed again. It wasn't just the high mountain air.

"How long have we got? When does Sis walk in?"

"At this moment she will be under a mountain. The Swiss rail system runs to exact times. When she gets off it she will be in Italy. She has work to do and if their times work out she will pick me up Sunday afternoon. Drop your pants! I want to see you after all!" Jim was no longer bewildered.

"Take this in your mouth. I promise you it tastes good. Now make me feel better."

"Come here boy."

Jim used his two hands to undress his little old Mom. He half wished he hadn't, but today he was going to put himself back inside her and put some more life in her. Their eyes met and they exchanged glances of certainty and lust. 'At her age, how could she own those feelings?'

Her shoulders no longer moved the way they did when he was a new graduate. He had never noticed that much curve across them either. And eventually he realised it physically hurt his Mom to spread her knees much more than six inches.

"Mom, I am going to massage you where it hurts before you move it. I picked up some lube at the airport shop. It is easily enough to go all over you to smooth your skin and protect it from my fingers while I rub you. You will feel as though you float over my body."

"Ain't never going to do that now Son. Not now. I'm too old for that. But you are going to get in me and I want to feel a man cum in me once more. It has been too long without so that is where your aim is. Find the target and shoot there. I'm just a bit frightened. A man like you is far too strong for me to control nowadays."

The man that was her Sun had already started to oil her shoulders and neck, next would be her knees. Then her hips and he would work on that crease going in to the place he came out of. He was glad there were plenty of pillows. Shame about the embroidery.

Mom's most comfortable place seemed to be on her side but her knees were always drawn up a bit and wouldn't part. So he lay in front of her and pulled them towards him, towards her chest. Then he kissed her on the mouth and straddled her on his way to her back, letting her know she was under the arch of his thighs with his penis at the summit. When he lay with her back against his front he felt her body relax.

"I'm going to come round from under Mom."

"I know. I'm not a total virgin."

Jim's mother had spoken in short snatches, as if her breathing was not as relaxed as the rest of her. Her back felt bumpy with bones. The muscles of her buttocks were thin. He could easily move round her so that the head of his penis was in the right area. He put a hand over her upper hip and down but there was still too much tightness between her thighs so he worked with both hands going through from behind to find a path to her labia. He peeled the outer labia back and used his oiled penis to rub the inner labia. They had never had hair on them. They started to get even more smooth. His Mom's breath was changing - more excitement, nothing forced about it any longer at all. He started to press. With his chest still against her back it was very easy to feel her trembling. He stopped pressing and moved a finger round about. He thought about a quarter of an inch had penetrated into that secret place that he had left as a baby and had last been visited by a man fifteen years before.

"Don't go away Mom. I'm going to put on some more lube."

"Don't you go too far lover boy. I'm going to make a man of you." All the same, Jim had a feeling that Mom was more afraid than she was saying.

"I'm going to keep my one hand on your hip so you know I am not too far away." Then realised that he had pushed down on it as if it were a handhold by the swimming pools he used to love. His mother felt it and she winced from the unwanted sudden weight. When he came back he saw he was able to apply some lube from her front this time. He put a generous amount on his penis and lay back down behind. Again he got the head to the inner labia. This time they slid open for him. 'Come in big boy' was how they felt to him. Mom gaspedStop there. Stop just now." She started to breathe again. "Oh Jim! That is huge! O, its lovely! Is it all in? Is that lovely thing all in me? You're marvellous Jim. O don't let me go. Hold me, keep it in."

Jim didn't tell his mother that only about half the head was in her and that she was only stretched half as wide as she was going to be when he took her properly. He grasped his shaft and started to move the head around in small circles to open her up. Mom sounded as though she was enjoying it. Did she know what was just outside her and could force its way right up inside her without any notice at all? Jim took hold of it just below the base of the head and aimed.

"Breathe in Mom." As she inflated her chest he put more volume in from below. But his hand stopped more than the head from going in. His mother's in-breath ended in a gulp.

"Where did that come from? That is twice the size of your father! Jim you are massive! It is forcing me apart."

"Doubt it. Besides there is a lot more to come." His mother started to sob. Then,

"What have I let myself in for? I might as well have lain down with an elephant."

"No. You chose to lie down with me. You can take it in because we have plenty of time. Till Sunday afternoon. Now stretch down a hand and feel that it is not abnormal. It is a penis big enough for you but not too big. You can take it in. You will take it in!"

His mother seemed to slump forward and Jim used the opportunity to let his rather swollen member fall further in. His mother's sobs turned gradually into sharp gasps as she changed her frightened resistance into a succession of little thrusts backwards against Jim. She was resigning herself to make the best of her fate. Jim could not understand it at all. After a while her thrusts had pushed her backwards onto the hard pole she thought was too thick for her - completely enveloping him. Jim moved his hands from stroking Mom's waist into his body down to her hips. Mom had pulled herself round to a foetal position and was making little noises like a happy puppy.

"You have taken it all in you know, I didn't have to ram it inside you after all.

"If you tried it your life wouldn't be worth living. Now keep that big hard pole in me and let me wrap myself around it. It has been a long time and I need it."

Jim kept it in as deep as he could - after all this was a vagina that once had babies tumbling down it. He started to move against her once more, effectively doubling the stroke length and speed.

"No! Stop it Jim. I want to do some work. It has been SO LONG. I'll tell you when."

Jim held steady till his Mom reached back, behind her, behind him and pulled his hips into her. He began to thrust harder and was rewarded with squeeze from the hand and jerked tighter in. Mom was starting to climax. She started to lose her breath, she didn't talk any more, she was concentrating on her feelings. The feeling that meant life and security to her. She had a hold on a fat big penis and it was something only a good son could offer his mother. Jim noticed she had stopped being calm and placid, she was building herself up to cum. Just on the verge. His loins went up to meet hers. Mom had been pushed far enough. She started to heave up and down.

"Take life Mom!"

Jim seized her hips and banged himself up into his Mom. Suddenly he exploded and the hot white liquid hitting her cervix made her jump. And she went on jumping for several minutes on end.

"Don't take it out Jim. I need you down there. Keep it in me while I sleep." Jim wondered how long she would sleep but really - he needed some time with his dreams himself. But they didn't. They both realized about the same time that it was not going to go down. Great fun when you are half his age at a party. Or from his mother's side, the most important guest at a party. Jim now felt he had his mother on a stick - curled up as she was she seemed so tiny. He even tried waving her about a little.Then he found he could lift one of Mom's knees off the other quite a bit more than before.

"Mom, how would you like it if I pulled back the leg you have got next the sheet and slid my leg over it. Then I could slide up you sideways?"

"Are you nuts? Do you imagine I have spent the last twenty years training to be an acrobat?"

"Just a thought."

"I have got a big penis right up me further than any and bigger than any that I have had for fifteen years. Just keep me stuffed and dream to yourself."

Jim slid his open hands up Mom's oily back to her shoulders again and began to knead them. This was still Saturday morning and he knew he could cum again before lunchtime.

"Mom, do you know something?"

"Of course! Just ask!" She always had to be there for him. All his life. That was why she existed.

"Mom, I wish we had done this before."

"Me too. You are stroking my neck, even your hands make me feel loved."

Jim put more lube on his hand and brought it round to Mom's crotch. She guided him downwards and he touched the base of his shaft., moved it up a bit and rubbed a bit more at the doors and her clit. He was getting ready for when one of them went for the jackpot next time. He tried to rub one of her breasts. It wasn't there - it had fallen down so he had to search for it. When he found it his mother held his hand to her and started squeezing it. Jim didn't know but she now had her other hand down at her clit, rubbing it delicately. Abruptly she forced herself down over Jim's penis. But it was only a sneeze, thought Jim. But it made him feel even stronger. He felt he could stand up with his mother on his penis and walk around the house, waving her from side to side as he went. His mother responded to something she felt and pushed down on him again.

"Reassure me Jim. Repeat that my love." He gradually pushed upwards and saw his mother try to straighten her shoulders. And he felt her pain.

"You don't need to do that , Mom. You have been curled up for years. You will never be twenty again and nor will I. Go easy on yourself."

"Jim, you just tell me that I AM doing it.

"Your'e a stronger woman than me..."

"Heard that one before. Give me one of your hands, put it on my stomach." She took the oiled hand, took it up to her chest and slowly began to rub it over both breasts. Then she gripped the wrist with both hands and slid it between them, pushing it back against chest. Jim saw her shoulders moving backwards a fraction. When his Mom stopped to rest Jim slid his other hand up her back and kneaded her neck and shoulders.

"I'm going to get your shoulders mobile again. I'm going to loosen them up."

Jim tried very hard to ease his Mom into a comfortable position for a good hard fuck. But after nearly an hour he gave up that idea as a hopeless case and gradually moved into a slow and comfortable caress of her entire body. It still ended up the same way: an engorged penis heavy with spunk lying deep inside her vagina with that half buried tube on the underside pressing the front of her slit. Teasing her to cum.

"Jim, I just can't open up. I have been going this way slowly for twenty years now and nothing has been able to stop it. Use your time to shag me. What I need most of all is you - inside me. Close up on me."

Jim did as he was bid and made his body follow her contours as much as he could. Except where he buried himself in her, of course. And when he pushed a hand round to find the base of his penis he worked it gradually up till his fingers met her's over her clit. Just before she came she called out, "Give me your load. Love me now."

"Mom, did you send me that text?"

"You are a good man," was her oblique answer to him.

They continued to lie close till they began to feel uncomfortable in their bladders and finally admitted to each other that they had other things to do. But they did not waste much time eating the prepared food that had been left in the freezer for them. It gave them a lot more time to spend with each other's bodies. Jim didn't sleep much but it was a very enjoyable night - for both of them. By the time Sis came they were so thoroughly at ease with each other's bodies as Jim had never thought possible again.

Back at the home she waited a few days and asked them for some new paperbacks. She would meet up with Jim again in much less than a year, she thought.

Jim's text, 'Expect to clear Immigration about 9am. Can you collect me?' was answered by Mabel's one word, 'YES.'

He came up the ramp into the main hall and looked for a bench to stand on. Before he could get it he saw Mabel cutting across to him, waving to catch his attention. They grabbed each other and hugged. Jim slipped down a bit and gripped Mabel more firmly then straightened up. They looked at each other eye to eye, both knowing that she wanted to go anywhere Jim might chose for them.

"I got us a driver for this morning, Jim. Its a lady, called Sally. Sally Ferrins. She's my mother."

"So, we both have mothers. That's nice. Where is th she? In the auto?"

"Yes. I'll wave and bring her in to load us."

The dull blue station wagon pulled up and they got in. It drove away quickly till it was out of the security area. Jim looked across at the driver and saw a fat woman with a hard face. He thought better of speaking to her and hoped she was competent as he settled back.

She was competent and as they arrived at the building she said,

"Here you are sir. I'll take you both right in."

Jim knew that voice. It was his former wife of six years Sally Robinson. And the mother of the daughter his Trust was still paying for. The child who actually was his own daughter.

"How many daughters do you have Mrs Ferrins?"

"Just the two Jim. You know them both."

"And Mr Ferrins? I don't ever recall meeting him."

"He's living separately just now. I don't suppose you have seen him." A quite disinterested voice.

"Well I had better get inside and go to work, thank you for the drive Mrs Ferrins."

In the elevator there was just the two of them again. Jim turned to Mabel and said,

"You told me you were Mabel Brown. Not Mabel Ferrins!"

"I was Mabel Brown for most of my life. My mother married Herman Brown when I was five and he was there till I was seventeen. Ferrins was a lot better financed but the cops busted him for narcotic sales two years ago. He's in gaol."

Jim put his arm across Mabel's shoulders and wondered if she knew she had given her precious virginity to her father. He gradually brought her round so they were face to face. They had been gladly shagging each other for the last three weeks, there was no reason to stop while they enjoyed it. He felt himself get hard against her and she responded with her lips on his neck.

"Tonight!" they whispered in each other's ear.

It was a text on his cellphone from an unknown number that sent Jim back to Switzerland this time. It read:

DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOUR SIS ABOUT YOU AND YOUR MOM? YOU HAVE KNOWN YOUR MOM AS I HAVE KNOWN YOU FIRST OF ALL.

Jim sat very still. Professionally Sis was very discreet. She heard conversations in multiple languages whether for her work or accidentally and she never even admitted it. But aside from work issues, she had inherited something from their father; she was very gabby. And she probably gossiped in multiple languages to her friends. So obviously he did not want her to hear any such juicy titbits.

The third part had to be from a particular woman. Just as Mabel had a once-only time with him, the woman for him had to be her grandmother, Mrs Robinson. That meant he had pumped three living generations of the same family and one of them was his daughter. But only his Mom knew what had happened between them that weekend. He needed to ask her who all she had told and where was Mrs Robinson.

"Mabel, have you made any plans for your next two to four weeks here?"

Instantly she wondered what was afoot. Was Jim just going to drop her? After taking her virginity? It was lovely, very well done, but just to abandon her as her mother had been abandoned?

"Nothing comes to mind, I see," said Jim. There is something I have suspicions about in the Far East. Any guesses."

"You know I don't usually out-guess you yet." She wasn't sure what she meant by that last word. It had just slipped out.

"Well, it is actually Indo-China that I have a mind about. Thailand in particular, but I might easily be mistaken. Sometime soon the area will need some concentrated research. But we must always factor in an expansionist superpower in that area. Red China itself. Maybe they play ping-pong with Presidents but they are still a great many people with a great history of technological invention. We need a place to curb them. See what you can find please."

Jim needed to keep Mabel very busy, especially now he knew how and probably where her grandmother had gone to earth.

Jim applied for a rare vacation.

"Good health Mom, why am I being blackmailed by Mrs Robinson?"

"Why? Because she wants you, of course. How? She recognised you by that lover's toy you gave me, took it, and now she is keeping it inside her vagina. Don't be so abrupt with your mother. She loves you"

"How do you do Mrs Robinson?" said Jim as he walked into her room.

She was lying in bed, straight out, covers up to her chin and with boobs bigger than he remembered. They had been very good. Each one fitted into his big hand. When he had acquired the confidence he used to stretch out his arms, put a hand below each of them and bring her to him, like reeling in a fish. Once he had learned that, he learned to land her with his mouth. She would be squirming by the time their bodies touched. The sudden thrill of her nipples against his own. She had done a lot of that teaching and got all the payment she wanted.

"How do you do now Mrs Robinson."

But she did not reply, her eyes were beginning to glaze over. Her body began to shake, no convulse! It was happening more and more. Then he realised that she was just having an orgasm and his presence was nothing to do with it. He rather liked the sight and was grinning when she looked at him.

"How long have you been living here? It is you isn't it? It is my little Jim?"

"No its my mother who lives here. Maybe sometimes you see my sister visiting. Now come down off the ceiling, life goes on with or without us."

"Sit on my bed Jim, just the edge."

Instead Jim leaned over and put his fingers in through her hair. There was less of it now and the color was lighter. And it was hard but fine. He bent over to kiss her forehead but mainly to get a look at the roots. As he expected, the last eighth of an inch was dirty white. From a glorious auburn shade. Then he remembered the orgasm. He had not had a chance to find out why, so he lifted the bedcover at her shoulders and began to peel it back. Once more he wished he hadn't.

The bumps he had seen had actually been her elbows, crossed across her chest. Her once proud breasts had now become long and thin, just attached by flaps of skin, not much flesh in them. He had seen men with bigger breasts. They were a turn off! Mrs Robinson was a disappointment. Yet automatically he gripped them.

Mrs Robinson had seen the look in his face and she had let her mouth fall open with shame and hurt. Then she felt the steadily increasing pressure on them. Increasing till it began to feel painful and she tried to arch her back to push her breasts out towards him. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wider.

This had been their game. He had learned at her tuition to hold them, wrap his big hands around them as much as he could and gradually begin to increase the pressure. She would submit to his mouth as soon it touched her's, and to his body when she touched it. She quickly gasped some air just as their open mouths met and she was clamped to his lips. As strongly as she could, she got her hands up to his shoulders and clasped him to her. Her legs were opening. She was a receptacle once again, waiting to be filled. After a moment Jim started playing with her nipples, flicking them from side to side, just enough to feel them swell. He now knew from his experience with his Mom that he would still be able to play Mrs Robinson like a fish.

Then he let his hands move down her sides, stopping every few inches and gripping her lightly. She knew what he was doing to her again and her body struggled to respond to him for just the same reason as it had done thirty years before. Lust! Pure lust for his youth and strength. They finally broke off to let Mrs Robinson breathe again.

"Memories Jim! What do you remember? What do you remember the most Jim? We only had these few months but they were everything to us!" Jim was now bending down to take one of her breasts between his lips. He stopped and used finger and thumb.

"I thought I had learned something at College. But what we did - what you showed me - made it like nothing. You changed the world for me. The planets still went round the sun, men still went to the moon, but I learned to put that sort of knowledge in its proper place. What you did with me could never happen again. You made me permanent."

"You should write poetry because that's where that talk belongs! Tell me again about the pool I floated above." She meant the times when Jim had stood in their pool at the top of a rise so that when they heard a visitor drive up Jim would hold one hand below her back as she floated there and then he would lift her out of the water totally naked, just above the level of the sides, and she would look down at the auto and depending on what she wanted Jim could wave her body about, put her on the poolside or let her come back down to him to collect her swimsuit.

Jim just laughed because he had enjoyed this practical joke as much as her, and where she went had been dependent on his will.

"I'll tell you this much," he said, "that boy actor they got for the film didn't have the muscles for it. Pretty boy, but just a boy."

Mrs Robinson giggled. "Don't say more than you know, Jim. Remember I had to see him quite close up. Quite close - UP."

"You probably would! And have him for supper with Mr Robinson too."

"Don't feel bad about it. I knew you couldn't be everywhere, so..."

"I know, I know. I was married to your daughter by then, looking after her produce."

"Was she good ride, Jim?"

"Never as good as you. Never!"

Mrs Robinson giggled her little girls' sound again.

"Thank you! I love you for that. I really do."

"Mrs Robinson, you were my first and most fantastical lover and I still want you now. But first of all, before I have you, I want to marry you. We are both free nowadays."

"Jim you are leading me astray again."

"Do you want me? Do I want you? Is the pope a catholic? Just nod and we will get a priest."

She looked at him, looked down, then back to Jim. He was not kidding her. And she was now burning inside.

"I never wanted you for a husband before. But you're right about it now. If I can have you that way then I will marry you. It might kill me but you know what I am like inside and I know what you are like outside. There is no reason why not. Because then Jim, I've got you balls and all. To keep."

Jim slid his hand over the Italian designed instrument case by the side of the bed. The feel of it on his hand was lovely as he pressed the patch to summon the head nurse. She had something unusual to arrange. And as a good Roman Catholic she kept her mind on her job and procured a priest and a notary.

On one of the memory sticks he had collected for use on his laptop aboard an aircraft out of communications range Jim had found an article on Marriage in Switzerland. Swiss marriage law is simple and always upheld by the fiercely independent Swiss courts. A couple marry and sign an agreement which trumps all others in all countries. In this they can give all or a part of their belongings to whomsoever they want. Jim made sure they gave everything to each other.

The fortune she was sitting on was now going to him, not her daughter and his former cheating wife, Sally. She could stay in her trailer park.

He kissed Mrs Robinson very tenderly and equally tenderly in their new private double room, he mounted her.

She died a very satisfied woman. Jim had filled her up with as much spunk as he could squeeze out. She could take any amount down her gullet just so long as he didn't hold it to her throat too long. When he forced her head back to far her neck hurt and she was not afraid to tell her husband, but Jim had learned from his Mom to make allowances.

Anal was a different matter - she was already loose there anyway. The most difficult stage was cleaning her out beforehand. After that her body was totally subservient to his entry - she made Jim feel he had absolute ownership of his wife in a way no woman had done before. He marvelled at the skill of this over eighty year old. She hardly did much but she made him feel more important than anyone in the entire world at these times. She would direct his strength for their pleasure and over the years apart her student had learned how to make her feel even more beautiful.

Maybe she knew that her giving was what made him come back to her so often.

Then one day she suddenly stroked his thigh and whispered, "Jim. Strip me and oil me. Get yourself nude and get into me. Quickly Jim!" As Jim lay between his love's thighs he realised she could no longer see where he was but that she could hear him and feel him. He had expected this to happen sometime in the far future but now he knew they had arrived there already. He had been going to lick his way past her clit but realised that she might not have that time so he began a simple entry with plenty of oil. Even as she felt him come in he heard her breathing change and knew she had asked him one last time.

He started talking earnestly in her ear, "I am coming into you now, feel me inside you, what a woman you are, just for me, it is swelling. Oh you are tight! Do you feel me stroking you, you are making me the happiest man ever, you are doing it, your body is made for me and mine is only for you."

Jim said many other things but as he felt her breathing go from harsh to more ragged to more shallow until it finally stopped he knew this was his last fuck with his first woman. He had no idea when she was no longer able to hear him. He had managed to get one of her nipples almost hard but it would soon soften now her heart stopped beating. He just could not tell how long. Neither could Jim tell if he was screaming when he went off inside her body but he knew he was pumping her so hard as this for his thirty missing years.

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The Police had to make their enquiries and report to the Authorities. They also had the evidence recorded on a newly purchased cellphone. The sole item on it was a video of a conversation between the husband and wife talking about what to do in the coming inevitable circumstance - her death and how she wanted to die: spitted on Jim's penis. The last thing she wanted in her body was a big load of his spunk. The incredulous officers showed it around their offices but eventually had to hand it back. They had dealt with many similar from the suicide clinics there but they did not have this kind of admiration for them. This was on a different level and some officers thought more of Jim for it.

Even before this Jim had wasted no time in using his newly gained wealth. He now had shares which controlled nearly 70% of the Company and told the Corporate Secretary to organise an Extraordinary General Meeting.

This was only a formality. The shares he now controlled gave him the power to change the Registered Company Address to a town in Switzerland. Jim felt that the laws of that country would suit his personal situation better. He was still aware of the relationship between him and Mabel. He had no intention of ever telling her why she was so attracted to him but some people might think it was wrong. His mother would keep silent in the expectation of getting her son's body inside her again - she would get it too. The only other loose end was Sally. He did not really trust her, but she had raised Mabel and that was somehow worthwhile.

Jim decided to show her the position she was in - and would probably end her life in within about ten years. She was far too old for her age, much too fat for someone without good health insurance and he wondered what she had to look forwards to. He needed to see her but he felt he would be a cheat if he did not tell Mabel about it. Oddly he was totally unconcerned about having literally ridden her grandmother to her death because that private contract was an extension of one which he felt had begun before Mabel's birth. There could be no jealousy there now that everything was done.

He wanted to make sure Sally would not ever try to blackmail her. If there was no gain, so Jim's argument ran in his own mind, then she would not look for a way to try it. He would not try convincing her that it was really her that he loved and wanted. She would use that back on him because she knew it was a lie. But he did have an idea. Get in first and warn her that he would put a video of the pair of them up on the web. Just so that her husband would see it from his cell and put out a contract on her out of jealousy.

As it happened he did not get a chance to put that into operation very soon.

Jim had still not formed a proper plan when his flight touched down. Nor had he asked to be collected. He hired an auto on long term at the counter and drove to his pad. As anticipated there was nobody home to greet him. The place was neat enough for an exhausted man and now Jim's worries had left him tired. He went for his shower and allowed himself six hours in bed. When he woke up he turned to the woman who was not there. His body missed that. His body also needed food but that did not seem so important as sex. The flicker of an idea came across his mind, 'Did Sally get so fat because she couldn't get enough sex?'

He looked down his body at his hard penis and held his hand against it, as a sort of measure. Was Sally now some kind of challenge to his manhood? Jim could think of him shafting in a tunnel made of her breasts. Or her buttocks. Just how would he hold her to press it in most deeply? Perhaps she would actually live with him while he was in the US and serve him. Certainly it would be to her material benefit...

He went out to look for coffee and croissants on his way to the Company Headquarters. There was no advantage in relocating HQ and that was where he found Mabel once more.

Jim had seen that look in a woman's eyes years ago. Before she opened her mouth he knew she was going to tell him that he had fathered a child by her - or at least she had begun cooking one for him! So he was not surprised when she slid her fingers up the lapels of his coat, drew them close and whispered,

"I've got a surprise for us, Jim."

The feeling of being drawn in to her was very seductive in itself. Her voice was a bonus. And her breath so close to his face nearly stopped him thinking. Nearly. Just nearly. Because he had heard it before from Sally and now her daughter was playing the same trump! This daughter of Sally who was also his own.

"If our child is born then it will grow up to be very well off. You know that, don't you."

"Jim, it was not a miraculous conception. You helped us with this!" She grabbed his still soft penis and it did not stay that way.

Jim looked down into her eyes and waited for her to change her mind about the father. She had no reason to do so, but people often changed their stories as fast as they produced the first one. He knew they would eventually be certain from the DNA tests but he would need to negotiate the next nine months. Anyway, he really did believe her for the present time.

"Well I'm very glad you know that I'm not romantic," he said slowly. "But what you have is something really good. I hope it will not affect your career."

Jim felt her grip slacken on his penis for a moment then tighten. She put a finger down to stroke his balls.

"No Jim, it will not. Neither will you!"

She was getting fierce now. He liked that and he knew how to lead strong feelings. He started firing her up a bit more.

"Mabel, I want a chat with your mother. Quite personal. Can you arrange it?"

"What on earth for! I'm the one carrying our child! Am I not old enough to know that myself?" She had come back a bit harder than he had anticipated.

"Yes you are, just that she might want to tell me something. Will you?"

Jim looked and waited. But he did not expect what came at him. Still holding on to his penis and still stroking his balls, Mabel stood on her toes, hooked her elbow round her master's neck and said in a whisper, almost in his ear,

"I can give us what my mother cannot give us any longer - DAD!"