In my loving arms (fm:older women/men, 2799 words)

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I HAD a friend called Emma. She features, with me, in Dr Wankenstein's story "Rockstar Series : Engelberg Humping Stink" and we stayed friends after that.

We had some wild nights out together - with men - and each other. She wasn't truly bisexual but she did like to dabble - with me anyway - I think just because it was just SO naughty!

Emma had been photographed by UK tabloid newspaper The Sun, they used to have a 'PAGE 3' feature - it was really really famous for it's topless models. They must photograph more models than they actually use, because they didn't run her picture in the paper, though the fact they even did the shoot shows that she had a lovely pert pair of tits.

She was married for many years and she and her husband had a son, Ben. They then split, maybe 8 years ago, and then a few years ago she found a lump in her breast. They biopsied it and it was found to be cancer AND malignant AND metastasised.

Circa 2020 she underwent a double mastectomy.

Then, last year, in 2024, it fucking killed her.

Yes,really.

I was at the funeral, as you would expect and her ex husband, Colin, was not as high profile at this as you would reasonably expect. He was certainly persona non gratis with her family and I don't know why. I couldn't ask Emma and I wasn't about to ask Ben, their son, who was now eighteen.

Ben usually addressed me as 'Aunty Lyn'. I consoled him as best I could, verbally, but after his ealier composure at the service he was visibly unravelling. I suggested he go up to bed, in fact I gave him a sedative and told him to try to get some sleep.

I looked in on him two or three hours later and he still wasn't asleep, he was just lying there sobbing his little heart out.

So....

I asked if he wanted me to lie with him. He said he did. I went off and put my pyjamas on. Nothing sexy, the classic button up type. Ben appeared to have only his boxers on in bed.. I joined him but lay on top of the covers, cuddling him. We did then both fall asleep. At some stage we had shifted and I was then on my left side with Ben on his left side behind me and he was now on top of the covers , as was I still.

I awoke in the night and I kept very still. His breathing showed him to be asleep, but I could feel something digging into me, more or less between my bum cheeks. I then realised Ben had got a ...well.. a quite MAGNIFICENT erection. Who or what he was dreaming about I didn't know. I did wonder if it was me! I tried to move away from him slightly but I really didn't want to wake him as I would have expected him to be mortally embarrassed. When I tried to move his hand came round my waist and held me. He was still asleep. I just tried to keep still, but I will admit my pussy was getting fired up. OMG - the forbidden! Then he stirred and began to wake and I, in turn, then tried hard to appear to be asleep.

"Oh my god!" he murmured.

I pretended to wake and rolled off the bed making out I needed the loo. Ben had one of those cocks that when I was erect it didn't pull into his stomach, it stood out at right angles to his groin and tented his shorts in a manner neither of us could pretend we hadn't noticed.

"I'm sorry!" he croaked

"It's okay, honestly" I reassured him "I know guys wake up like that. I HAVE seen it all before" I went on, with a smile.

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Magpie69 writes Thu 24 Jul 2025 11:05:

Very, very sexy 1/10

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Jan writes Wed 23 Jul 2025 02:07:

Sometimes intimacy is a great salve for depression and loneliness. You were a very caring lover for your friend's son.

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