Good Things Come….

The house was in darkness when Jerry unlocked the door and stepped
inside. It was a little after 10PM but certainly not unusual because it
had always been this way. MJ worked almost every weekend since she took
him in a little over seven years ago. 

MJ - or Auntie Marg as his mom had told him to call her years ago, was
not really a relative but as close as you could get without being
blood. She had been his mother's best friend for as long as he could
remember. She had been thirty-three years of age when his parents and
younger sister had been killed in a car crash. Jerry had been fourteen
and it only seemed natural when she took him under her wing and had him
move in with her. That was the one big problem when only children marry
each other - no extended families to fall back on. 

MJ's apartment had been small so it was a big help when all the legal
shenanigans over the estate had been concluded, they were able to move
back into Jerry's family home. Thanks to his father's position and
foresight not to mention his parents' life insurance, there would be a
generous monthly allowance for Jerry, with a hefty payment at eighteen
and the final disbursement when he turned twenty-one. It had proved a
blessing for MJ as well. Not having to pay an outlandish rent was a
plus, as was the proximity to the hospital where she worked as an ER
nurse. 

It was also a disadvantage to her at times. When her dates would come to
pick her up, they were always turned off by the fact she had been
‘saddled with a kid' and usually beat the feet after a few times out.
The last guy she brought over was decent enough and treated Jerry with
respect and even tried to include him in whatever they were doing. MJ
had been both mortified and devastated when a woman had approached them
in a restaurant one evening and made a big scene. Unbeknownst to MJ, it
had been the wife and her date had been cheating with no intention of
leaving. The crushing blow came when he hissed at his wife that MJ was
just for kicks and that she meant nothing to him. Jerry remembered her
coming home in tears and flopping onto the sofa, holding him and crying
her heart out. It was the last night that she had mentioned going on a
date or mentioned any guys at all. It remained that way to the point of
when he'd ask her about prospects she'd rapidly change the subject. 

He had been sixteen then and even though he knew her heart was broken,
her perfume had been intoxicating and her body pressed up against his
caused him to pop a hard on. Since that night, she stopped being
anything other that the object of a romantic, albeit lustful,
obsession. He had spent a lot of time fantasizing about her and often
found it was her face he'd imagine on the pages of the magazines he
leafed through while he stroked himself. If he knew he was alone, he
often said her name as he was cumming. 

He began taking every opportunity to try to observe her in various
stages of undress. However, MJ had always been very careful to have a
robe on and made sure her bedroom door was closed before she changed
and Jerry always knocked and waited for a response before entering her
room. He was, if nothing else, a gentleman. 

The best had been the summer he had turned eighteen. A portion of the
estate had been released to him and, after some discussion, had a
swimming pool installed in the back yard. The first time they had used
it together, Jerry had been lying face down on a chaise when MJ walked
out onto the deck. She had been wearing a Speedo and Jerry finally got
a real good look at her body. Her legs were long and shapely, her hips
flared just enough to give her a nice hourglass figure and her breasts
were amazing orbs with just a hint of nipple pushing through the flimsy
material. Her mousy blonde hair looked tousled - and she had a ‘just
got fucked' look on her face. As she dropped her towel and walked to
the diving board, Jerry had stared at her delectable bum swaying with
each step. He was sporting such an enormous erection and he had to wait
until she dove underwater before he even attempted to get off the
lounger. Amazing for a woman of thirty-seven, he thought. 

That night as he lay in bed unable to sleep and thinking about MJ's
gorgeous body, he heard a slight moan drift through the wall. MJ's room
was right beside his and he strained an ear to see if it was her TV or
if she was ill. He heard it again and this time he got up and placed
his ear to the wall. MJ was moaning alright but not from any illness he
knew of. The moans were the kind the girls he'd watched on the internet
made as they were being fingered and fucked. MJ's, he thought, were
much softer and much more erotic to his young ear.

In no time, Jerry was stroking his hard cock with his ear pressed
against the wall as he listed to MJ's most intimate moans and sighs.
Imagining he was in bed with her, making passionate love to her, his
timing was almost perfect as he shot a massive amount of cum onto the
floor just as MJ's moans reached their apex. Unable to move, he heard
the slide of a drawer being opened and closed and, after all was quiet,
crept back to bed.

Jerry awoke the next morning to MJ's tapping on his bedroom door.

"Come on sleepy-head." She was more chipper than usual. "I have to run a
few errands. You want to come along?"

"I have to study for a test on Monday," he lied. "Would you mind if I
stayed home?"

MJ walked in to his room and smiled.

"Are you feeling alright?" She quipped. "Studying? On a Saturday?"

She bent down to touch his forehead with her lips and Jerry got an
eyeful. MJ wasn't wearing a bra and her shirt gaped affording him the
most wonderful view of her tits dangling right before his eyes.

"No," she frowned. "No fever." She stood up and smiled down at him.
"Then you better get up and get your carcass out of bed, young man."

She turned and Jerry was sure his heart skipped a beat as he watched her
tits bounce. She turned as she got to the door.

"I'll be about an hour. Is there anything you want?" After assuring MJ
he was fine, she left him to his own devices and he soon heard the
front door close.

Jerry got up and peered out the window of the spare room just to make
sure. He rushed to the door of MJ's room and went inside. Looking
around, it had been ages since he had been there, he was mildly
surprised at how sensual everything was. Soft hues adorned the walls
with plenty of pillows and faux-fur rugs on the floor. He crept over to
her bedside table and slid open the drawer. Reaching in, he extracted
several ‘toys'. There were two different types of vibrators and two
very different fake cocks. Setting them on the bed, he looked further
and found a few odd clips with wires running to some sort of hand
controllers. Turning one on, he jumped at the buzz that sounded at the
other end and a smile appeared on his lips. He knew why she was so
happy this morning.

For the next three years, Jerry lived in an atmosphere of a sexual
frustration that MJ, it appeared, was blissfully unaware. Oh, he had
dates and even went steady with a few, but in Jerry's eyes, they all
paled by comparison to MJ. He did, for the most part, consider them
practice for the real-deal!

Jerry had a towel wrapped around his waist and stepped out of the
bathroom just as MJ was hurrying past towards her room. She jumped at
his sudden appearance and then started to laugh.

"Way to go, Jer." She scolded. "Give me a heart attack."

"Oh, uh, sorry MJ." He saw she was carrying a shopping bag. "Whatcha got
there?" It was a soft pink bag emblazoned with her favorite adult
shop's logo and Jerry knew exactly what was in it. Ever since his
discovery of ‘toys' in her bedside table, he had kept tabs on her
growing collection.

"Oh, just some girlie lingerie," Jerry noticed her face turn a shade of
red. "Just in case, you know? A girl has to be ready." She rapidly
changed the subject as she stepped past him.

"What about you?" she called over her shoulder. "I thought you were
going for beers with the guys from work?" Jerry had been working with a
landscaping company for the last few months and it had done wonders for
him both mentally as well as physically. He had gone from a pudgy
fourteen year old to a very buff hunk, as MJ often called him now, with
an incredible golden tan.

"Aww, they were just interested in getting hammered so I shut it down
early." He opened his bedroom door and laughed. "I wasn't going to get
stuck like last time being the company chauffeur."

MJ laughed as she recalled him coming in well after 4AM, cursing up a
storm because he had been conned into driving his crew home. Not that
he minded, but they had him running back and forth across the city for
over two hours and a half a tank of gas. Her laughter became muffled as
she softly closed her bedroom door.

As Jerry was dragging on a well worn pair of scrub pants that MJ had
brought home for him, he heard MJ rustling around in her room. Soon
there were the familiar soft moans emanating through the wall and, once
again, Jerry found himself picturing her underneath him. His body soon
began to respond to the sounds and the images that were playing in his
head. He reached for his swelling member but suddenly stopped himself.
Perhaps it was the two beers he had consumed or, perhaps the
culmination of years of frustration, but whatever it was, Jerry was
knocking on MJ's door.

"Wha - what is it, Jerry?" She sounded sexily breathless.

"I need to talk to you, MJ." His voice was soft yet there was a definite
air of authority in it.

"Can it wait until morning?" She sounded almost desperate.

"Not really." He had no plan of action, quite frankly, he had no idea
why he was even doing this. "I need to speak with you now, please."

MJ opened the door, her face flushed. She was gripping the light robe
that was covering her nakedness. Jerry noticed that her eyes glittered
in the light.

"What's so important that it couldn't wait unti..." MJ's query was cut
short when Jerry gripped her arm and pulled her into the hallway, and
dragging - half leading her to the living room. He gently directed her
to the couch and let her sit down. She had lost her battle with her
robe during the rush from her room, but managed to grip the opening at
the waist before she flashed too much skin. Jerry sat across from her
on the edge of the coffee table. He reached out and took hold of her
free hand.

"I know what you bought and I know what you were doing!" He blurted out.
He saw shock give way to embarrassment as it dawned on MJ what he was
talking about. "I've known for years." He watched as she struggled for
words but rather than waiting, continued.

"MJ, neither one of us expected our lives to turn out the way they
have." He was much softer this time. "I didn't expect to lose my family
and you certainly didn't expect to be saddled with a teenager to
raise."

"Oh, Jerry," she tried to smile. "It's just the way it is."

Jerry waved away her comment.

"I watched you put your life on hold for me. I know you wanted to meet a
guy and get on with things, but you gave that notion up for me and I'll
always be grateful." Her hand felt like a hot iron on his cheek. "I
also know that your sex life has come down to a few minutes with a toy
late at night, when you think I'm asleep." MJ's face turned crimson as
she realized he could hear everything.

"I'm a healthy woman, Jerry," she countered. "I have needs and wants
too." The nurse appeared. "Masturbation is normal."

"I know." He stared into her eyes. "I do it too." He saw her blank look
and clarified. "I do it when I'm listening to you." He saw his words
finally register and she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came.
"MJ, you are a beautiful, sexy woman."

"I'm forty years old, Jerry." She scoffed. "There's nothing sexy about
that."

Jerry reached out and gently touched her cheek and felt her press
against his palm.

"There's everything sexy about that." He slipped off the coffee table,
onto his knees, and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Jerry, please don't." Her voice was soft, just barely a whisper. He
kissed her again and she responded slightly. "You have a great
imagination, but what you see in your mind really isn't what I've got
as far as a body goes."

Jerry stood up and held out his hand. MJ looked at him questioningly.

"Please," he motioned with his outstretched hand. "Stand up."

MJ obediently rose to her feet. She held her breath, waiting to see what
was going to happen next. He gently cupped her face in his hands.

"Have I ever been disrespectful?" He felt her shake her head. "And you
know I would never do anything to make you feel bad about yourself or
about me, right?" Again she shook her head. Jerry bowed in and kissed
her softly on the lips. "And you know that I love you, don't you?"

MJ wasn't sure where this was heading, but didn't want it to stop. It
had been, literally, years since she had a man treat her with such
sincerity and kind honesty. Her entire being was in conflict. Jerry had
been her charge for the last seven and a half years and she had watched
him grow from a chubby prepubescent teenager to the man that was before
her. She only hoped the situation wouldn't get out of control and leave
behind broken hearts and resentment.

Jerry slid his hands from her face down her neck to her shoulders,
pushing the fabric of her robe over her skin until it fell with a soft
rustle to the floor. MJ closed her eyes and waited for his snicker.
Instead she heard his sharp intake of breath.

He feasted his eyes on the body that, up to that point, he had only seen
in a Speedo and fantasized about. Her breasts were grapefruit sized and
just beginning to slightly sag, with soft pink nipples that looked like
they were aching to be licked and sucked. Her body was toned but not
all muscular and tight, there was a layer of feminine softness to it.
He looked down at MJ's pubic mound and saw her bush had been neatly
trimmed. He thought MJ was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen,
bar none. He felt his cock getting hard and pushed his scrubs down and
kicked them off. Jerry gently touched her arms.

"I want you to see what you do to me, MJ." He watched closely as MJ
opened her eyes and saw them open even wider when she surveyed his
hardness pointing directly at her.

"Jerry, this is wrong on so many levels." The words were right, but the
conviction was lacking and Jerry jumped on it. He reached out and
cradled a breast in his hand and let his thumb graze over her hardening
nipple.

"What's wrong here, MJ, is the fact that you're starving for a man to
touch you." He took a step closer to her. "You want to have a man in
your bed. Why else would you spend your money on vibrators and fake
cocks?" He leaned in and kissed her again, this time letting his tongue
graze across her lips. "Wouldn't you like to have a warm body to curl
up to? A strong set of arms to hold you?" He kissed her again and was
pleasantly surprised when her tongue slid against his. He slid his arms
around her back and drew her to him, feeling her tits flatten against
his chest and knowing she could feel his cock, in all its glory,
sandwiched between them.

"Wouldn't you like to feel the weight of a man on top of you as he
slides his hard cock into your pussy?"

"But I'm old enough to be your mother." She whispered, but her hands
were travelling up and down his back and gripping his ass as she
argued. Jerry let his hands travel down until he was cupping her ass as
well.

"But you're not my mother." He hissed. "You were a friend of my mothers
that I've wanted ever since you cried on my shoulder over
‘what's-his-name'," he released her ass with one hand and used it under
her chin to raise her gaze. "That guy who ended up being married." He
saw a look of astonishment cross over her face.

"That's a long time to be carrying a torch." Jerry thought he detected
tears.

"That night you became very special to me." He kissed her forehead. "I
think that really is the night that I fell in love with you." He kissed
her again, afraid she would argue again. "I want to give you something
very special."

Jerry took her hand in his and brought it to his cock. He closed his
hand over hers, forcing it to encircle the shaft and began to stroke it
slowly up and down. After a few seconds, he removed his hand and MJ
continued on her own accord. Her face, he noticed, had a pleasant,
far-away look on it. Jerry kissed her with more passion and aggression
than he expected to and felt her tongue battle with his, He let his
free hand trace its way from her tits down to her pussy. Finding her
clit, he pressed his fingers against it and began a slow, methodical
circular motion. She moaned hard into his mouth.

Jerry pushed MJ firmly, yet gently back until her knees buckled and she
slumped down onto the couch. He crawled over her and bent his head to
her tit and sucked her nipple into his mouth. MJ threw her arms around
his head and held him tighter as she groaned with pleasure. He pressed
his hand gently against the soft warmth of her torso and slowly slid it
downwards. He felt her breathing quicken with anticipation as his
fingers began to slither through her pubic hair. He felt her leg
attempt to close, shutting off his access but his knee was in the way.

"Jerry, I," MJ paused as if trying to sort her jumbled, conflicting
thoughts into cohesion. Taking the opportunity Jerry cupped his hand
and pressed it firmly against MJ's unsatisfied pussy and slowly rubbed
over the slit.

"Ohhhhhhh," Jerry felt her arms squeeze tighter. Her pussy, already
moistened from her disrupted tryst with her new toy, seeped some more
of its juices onto his hand.

He began a gentle circular motion as he worked his head free of MJ's
clutches. He was able, finally to really look at her face as her
pleasure grew. She was, he thought, so beautiful. He always had - but
like this, naked and open to him, she seemed to him a goddess. He
watched her facial expressions change from concentration to relief as
he continued smoothing the lips of her pussy. He brought his face down
to hers and kissed her softly on the lips. MJ's mouth opened and let
her tongue loll so that mutual caresses could occur.

Jerry clamped his mouth down hard as he slid a finger inside MJ's
sopping pussy. She groaned loudly into his mouth and as he see-sawed
his finger in and out of her, felt her begin to buck her pelvis in
response. MJ twisted her head away from his.

"I've misssssssedd thisssss!" She panted in his ear. She groaned again
as Jerry pressed his thumb down on her clit and began to massage it.

She grabbed him by the hair on the sides of his head and pulled him so
she could stare at him looking at him as though searching for some
greater meaning. Jerry saw the conflicting feelings behind her lust
filled eyes.

"I've wanted this for years MJ" he breathed. "Wanted to give back what
you gave up for me."

He thought, for a moment, that she was going to say something but
instead she gripped his hardness and guided him. Letting himself be
led, he felt the first sign that his dream was finally coming true as
MJ rand the head of his cock all over her pussy, wetting it with her
secretions. Jerry thought he would go out of his mind with the
intensity. MJ finally had it where she wanted it to be.

"Just be gentle, baby." She breathed.

Jerry tried to restrain himself and with each thrust a sigh of release
or a moan of appreciation escaped MJ's throat. Her pussy was so hot and
slick. It seemed to grip him and suck him deeper and deeper until he
felt his pelvis connect with hers. He looked down and saw MJ's mouth
hanging open, her eyelids fluttering.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"I'm more than OK, baby." He had never heard MJ sound so euphoric. He
slowly withdrew his cock and began the slow insertion process again. MJ
groaned again and Jerry felt her hands grip his ass and pull him
towards her. Again, he slowly bottomed out and began an agonizingly
slow withdrawl. MJ began a sort of whine and began twitching her ass
and pussy.

"Oh, Jerry please." She looked as though she was in some sort of pain.
"Please just fuck me...HAAARRRRDDDDD!"

She screamed as Jerry summoned himself up and drove his cock into her as
hard as he could.

"Yes" she cried. Yes, yes, yes!" Over and over she babbled as Jerry
drove into her with a force he was sure would damage her.

"Oh, fuck me lover." She wailed. "Fuck me as hard as you want."

She continued her vocal barrage as Jerry slammed in and out of MJ and he
found that added to his own level of excitement. They kissed so hard
that he found his lips were feeling quite battered and bruised. He
pawed at her tits and mauled her nipples, following her directions to
pinch and twist them as their excitement built. He felt that he
couldn't suck enough of her tit into his mouth when all he wanted to do
was devour her. He felt her fingernails lodge into the flesh on his
back and scrape away towards the sides. All this was worth it, he
thought, as he fucked the woman of his dreams.

"I'm going to cum, baby." She hissed. "Oh, fuck. I'm going
to...I'mmmmmmm cuuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiinnnngggggggg!"

MJ stiffened as her orgasm washed over her, her back arching her pussy
towards her assailant, to be suspended to be pummeled by the invading
cock. Jerry was on the brink as well, but perhaps it was seeing MJ's
tits shake like two bowls of jello that pushed him over the edge. With
a final thrust, all of his pent up frustrations and desires burst forth
as jet after jet of hot seed splashed deep into MJ's hungry pussy. He
managed to slam his cock into her a few more times just to draw out his
own orgasm, grunting as he did, until he finally collapsed on top of
his caretaker sucking air into his lungs. He felt her hands run through
his hair.

"Oh Jerry," she whispered. "What have we done?"

Jerry planted kisses on her available breast and ran his tongue across
her nipple.

"I believe some would say we made love." He wanted to lighten her mood
somewhat.

"I'm your guardian, though. This should never have happened." Jerry was
very thankful it had. "Hell, we've been together since you were
fourteen." When Jerry looked, there were tears in her eyes.

"I'm not fourteen now." He smiled. "I'm going to be twenty-two in a
couple of months." MJ began to protest but he cut her off. "We're still
together, aren't we? You could've moved back out once I hit eighteen,
but you didn't." He kissed her tenderly again and then shifted slightly
to kiss the tears from her eyes. "Look, MJ, like I said, you made
sacrifices so I could have stability when I really needed it. You
stopped dating when that prick fucked you over and for the last few
years resorted to using toys so I know you miss sex. You're not my
mother and I've loved you," he saw the beginnings of a smile, "really
loved you, as a beautiful woman, for years."

"Jerry, I'm old and..." MJ was blushing at his frankness and sincerity.

"And I'm old enough to know what I want. And what I want is you!" he
said with finality. "Besides, you are damned sexy!"

They both laughed as Jerry's soft dick slipped out of MJ's pussy with an
audible ‘plop'. Standing, Jerry held out his hand to MJ which she took
and followed his lead. In silence, he led her down the hall to the
bathroom and, without a word, began to fill the bathtub. While they
waited, Jerry held her and let his hands wander, unhindered, over her
body. He kissed her gently and felt her soft lips as she kissed his
hands and shoulders and neck until she reached his lips and he felt her
tongue push gently inside.

Turning off the water, he stepped one foot into the tub and again, held
out his hand. MJ once again followed him and soon they were both
reclining in the warm embrace of the water, Jerry thoroughly enjoying
the feeling of MJ's tits pressing against his chest and her pussy
brushing his thigh.

"You know," he paused and kissed her forehead. "When I'd hear you at
night, I used to beat-off fantasizing that I was with you - fucking
you."

Jerry couldn't see her face but definitely heard her reply.

"That's funny, I used to fantasize that it was you who was fucking me
too."

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