Written By Jollyman   
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  Authors note. I personally do not condone sex with anyone under the age of 18. My stories are for entertainment only and if anyone acts on what I write then I hope you rot in jail for your actions. Help prevent teenage pregnancies and child abuse. Contact your local CPS office or law enforcement agency if you suspect any kind of unlawful sexual activity with a minor, thank you. Plus never email me asking about finding under aged girls for sex. If you cannot find an adult for sex then you are not much of human being. 

 

 

  I have written many kinds of stories for this site, but this is my first try at a taboo romance story like this one. This story is fictional, but now that think about it I am very sure it has happened to someone in this world. So set back relax and enjoy. This is a story of forbidden love between a grown man and a young neighbor girl, M/F underage sex. 

 

 

  Becky tells this chapter. 

 

  It’s been a week since I watched my lover drive away; I felt deep pain in my heart. A pain that made me feel like my whole world was coming to end. It all started the day we arrived at grandma house two days before grandpa’s funeral. 

 

  Mom and grandma had gotten into a fight, which took us to the hotel where John was staying.  

 

  That night I watched as my lover made love to my Mom I even sucked on Mom breast that some times me helps calm down when I am upset. 

 

  The next morning, which was the day before Grandpa’s funeral, all hell broke lose. I say that because that was what it was the start of week of hell for me.  

 

  It all started when grandma had called the police and told them that john was raping me. They came to the hotel and was going to arrest John when Mom got back just in time. Lucky she knew the detective that was talking with John and was able to get it all straightened out or so we thought. 

 

  Later that day we spent time at the funeral home and boy was I ever glad John was there. He was my rock and helped me through that day and through the funeral the next day.  

 

  After the funeral, I rode home with Mom, while Jared rode with John that gave me time to talk with Mom. I sat quietly as we drove the first 20 miles thinking over all the events of the past five days. Then I decided to talk so I turned to Mom and ask, “Do you think it is wrong for me to be having sex John?” 

 

  She looked at me from the corner of her eye before speaking, “Becky, it really does not matter what I think. By law it is illegal that is why you have to be careful on what you do in public.” 

 

  “But Mom I love him what so wrong about that, and I have done research on the web before I even approached John. So I know that he can only be arrested if you bring charges against him in this state,” I replied. 

 

  She looked at me again and smiled then she said, “There’s nothing wrong with falling in love with John sweetie and I know how you feel. I was so much in love with your father. I even dreamed of marrying him some day and I know that he would love to be here for you. He even cried the day they moved because he loved me so much.” Then she got quite as a tear ran down her cheek.  

 

  I looked at her and decided to change the subject so I asked her, “Mom what do you think about my idea of John moving in with us?” 

 

  “I don’t know Becky it might be a good idea, but until your Grandma leaves us alone it might be trouble,” she replied. 

 

  “Mom is Grandma a lesbian,” I ask. 

 

  “Where did you get that Idea,” she asked in shocked tone of voice. 

 

  “Well I had never seen kiss Grandpa and she had her own bedroom that has a dead bolt lock I on it. Just as if, she was trying to keep Grandpa away from her at night. So I thought she might be that way, because of how treated John.” 

 

  She looked at me then took a deep breath before speaking. “Becky what I am about tell you does not leave this car understand.” 

 

  “Yes Mom I understand,” I replied as she took another deep breath.  

 

  She looked a head to the road then spoke again. “Your Grandma was raped at the age of 14 by a school teacher about John’s age. Your Great Grandparents were very strict and she had to keep the baby. That is how she had your aunt Susan. Then at the age of 18, she met your Grandpa. Now he tried to be loving and gentle with your Grandma. But she still did not trust men and when she found out, that she was pregnant again with me she stopped sleeping with him.” 

 

  “I think that I understand Grandma now, but why can’t she just leave us alone and let us live our own lives,” I replied. 

 

  “Becky that’s the kind of scar she will carry with her until the day she dies. I honestly think that is why your Grandpa turned to Susan then to me when Susan threatened him when he tried to make love to her one night,” Mom replied.  

 

  My eyes got wide as I looked at her and I gasped. “Grandpa played around with Aunt Susan too?”  

 

  “Yes but he learned then not to try and have sex with ether of us after that, all though I would have let him if he had tried with me,” she replied.  

 

  I sat back in my seat and looked out that window, as we got closer to home. Then I spoke again, “Mom, please don’t let her take John away from me I would die if that happened.” 

 

  Mom looked at me and saw a tear running down my check as she reached out to take my hand. “Becky I will never press charges against John,” she replied as we turned on to the road leading to our apartment complex. 

 

  After arriving home Mom invited John to dinner. After we had finished a nice meal, Mom sent Jared to bed as me and John went into living room.  

 

  “John I love you,” I said while leaning in to kiss him as I sat down on his lap. 

 

  Mom smiled as she walked back in to the room as he looked at me and said, “I love you too my sweet Rebecca.” I smiled and gave him another kiss. 

 

  We sat and talked until 2:00 in morning when John said, “I have to go. 
I have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” So I climbed off his lap and walked him to our door, where I gave him a goodnight kiss.  

 

  As I closed the door, I got an uneasy feeling that something was wrong as Mom check our answering machine. I heard her sigh and mumble some thing under her breath. 

 

  “Mom is everything all right,” I ask after looking over at her.  

 

  “We have to go to the police station in the morning,” she replied. 

 

  I panicked and ran for my room yelling, “NO, I WILL NOT TELL THE POLICE ANYTHING. I WON’T HURT JOHN,” as I slammed the door behind me.  

 

  The next morning Mom woke me up. “Becky its time get up we have to be at the police station at 9:00,” she said through my door. 

 

  After dressing and a quick breakfast we walked Jared over to Sarah’s apartment, I saw John leave thinking he was going to one of his appointments. “Mom what should I say I don’t want to hurt John?” 

 

  “Tell them he treats like a niece and he hugs when you feel bad and tickles you to make you laugh and nothing else,” she replied. 

 

  I smiled knowing that it was the partly the truth but not whole truth. “Ok Mom” and I went in to Sarah’s bathroom and took care of some private things.  

 

  When we arrived at the police station, I saw John come out to his car, “John please wait,” I called out. But he just looked at me with tears in eyes while climbing into his car as I ran over he drove off. “Mom, why didn’t he stop to talk with me?” As I turned and started crying on her shoulder as she tried to calm me down. 

 

  It was 8:58 when we walked into the police station and Mom asked the desk sergeant to speak with a detective Peters. He called the detective, and had us set on a bench by the door to wait for him.  

 

  Moments latter a tall man about John’s age walked out of a room down the hall he said, “Follow me please.” We enter a room with a mirror on the wall and he had us set down.  

 

  “Are you Miss Rebecca Parks,” he asks me. 

 

  “Yes” I replied. 

 

  “Do you know a John Clark that lives in Woodsfield apartments on north road,” he asks. 

 

  “Yes he is my neighbor; can I ask why we are here,” as I looked at the detective. 

 

  He looked at me then at Mom before he replied, “There has been a complaint made by a Miss Susan Parks stating that a John Clark had sex with you, is that true?” Then he opened a folder and started writing. 

 

  I said, “No and we had not done that and even if we had it would be none of your business,” as I stared at him with fire in my eyes. 

 

  He leaned back, folded his arms across his chest, and stared right back at me. “Look young lady I have known John Clark for years, we are good friends, and I want to get to bottom of this. So are you tell me the truth or not?” 

 

  I folded my arms and as he did and said, “I have nothing more to say so can we go now?” 

 

  “No I have some questions to ask Mrs. Parks,” as he looked at Mom. 

 

  “It’s Ms Parks and if my daughter says they did nothing then I believe her. Oh and if they did I would not press any charges anyway,” Mom said. 

 

  He looked at her then me and said, “Well if that’s the way you both feel then I guess we are done for now. But should you change your mind give me a call,” then he handed Mom one of his business cards as we left the room. 

 

  “Mom does this mean that John is not in any trouble,” I ask while walking to our car. 

 

  “I don’t know Becky it depends on whether anyone else knows what you two have done,” she replied. 

 

  I gasped and looked at her, “Mom, Sarah and her mother knows about it, they saw us in John’s apartment Friday night. Oh god I hope they don’t tell the police what they saw.”  

 

  “I am sure they will keep it quite Becky or Tracy would have told me about it this morning when I called her about watching Jared,” Mom replied. 

 

  When we pulled on the lot in front of our apt, I did not see John’s car there and thought he had left. Just then detective Peters pulled up by the office and went in. “Mom look, he followed us. Why would he do that if he is John’s friend?” 

 

  “Becky he is just doing his job is all,” she replied. “Now let’s go get Jared so I can talk with Tracy.” Then we walked to Sarah’s apartment. 

 

  After getting to Sarah apartment, I walked back to the patio door and looked out that’s when I saw John come in with what I thought was a case of pop. “John’s home,” I cried as I started to open the door.   

 

  Mom stopped me “No Becky you play with Jared while I talk with Tracy.”  

 

  I sat on the floor looking out the window at John’s apartment. I wanted to go see him so bad, but Mom would not let me go and I started to get mad at her because she was keeping me from the man that I loved.  

 

  So after looking at my watch I noticed that it was 11:50, and I decided that I was going to see John no mater what she said. “Mom I’m going to see John so I can talk with him, and don’t try and stop me.” 

 

  She stood up and said “ok but I am going with you.” I looked at her and started to say something when she held up her hand. “Hold on you did not let me finish. Becky, I do not think it’s a good idea for you to be going over to John’s apartment alone. I know how you feel but with the police hanging around its better if I go with you.” Tracy shook head in agreement with Mom and we left Jared playing on the floor.  

 

  A few minutes later, I was, standing out side of John’s apt pounding on his door. “Go away” he called out in a strange voice. So I pounded again, “OK, OK, I’M COMING,” he replied in the same strange voice.  

 

  When he opened the door he looked at us and said, “Oh it’s you haven’t you caused me enough trouble,” he said with a slur to his voice. Then he turned and walked away from the door leaving it standing open.  

 

  I stood there watching him then I asked, “Mom what wrong with him,” as he stumbled and fell hitting his head causing him to black out.  

 

  We ran in and the smell of beer was very strong, “he’s drunk” mom said after seeing the pile of empty beer cans beside the couch. “Here let’s get him into bed.  

 

  Just then, detective Peters showed up at the door. He helped Mom carry John to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. “Mom I want to set with him to make sure I he is all right,” as I walked in to the bedroom and climbed on the bed. 

 

  She looked at me then at the detective and said, “Ok Becky but if he wakes up call us.” Than they walked out of the room  

 

  As I sat there, I could smell the beer on his clothes and on his breath as he lay there snoring. “Oh my love why did you do this, you know that I would never betray you or hurt you,” then I leaned down and kissed him on cheek.  

 

  About an hour later, he started to stir. He looked up at me asking, “What Happened,” as he sat up. 

 

  “You passed out after falling and hitting your head,” I replied. 

 

  He felt the bump on his forehead and looked over at me “how long have I been unconscious?”  

 

  “About an hour,” I replied while taking his hand. Then he tried to get up, “Mom I need some help” as he started to fall again.  

 

  “Ok dear I’m coming,” then she walked in the room with detective Peters right behind her. “I see you have rejoined the living now where do you think you are going,” she said with sarcastic tone of voice.  

 

  “To the damn bathroom if it’s any of your damn business.” He snapped back as Detective Peters walked over and put his arm around him walking him in to the bathroom. He looked at him and said, “What the hell are you doing here,” as he braced himself with one hand on the wall as he tried to piss in to the toilet. 

 

  “I am here to help out an old friend” he replied. 

 

  “Yeah some friend you are trying to say I rape little girls. Oh sure some of them look real sexy but only a woman can satisfy me.” He replied with a slurred voice.  

 

  I stood at the door with Mom holding me as I began to cry. “AWWW did I hurt the little girls feeling, I’m sorry little girl,” he said while turning as he peed all over the floor. 

 

  “Ms Parks I think you should take her home now and we will talk later,” Detective Peters said as he got him facing the toilet again.   

 

  Mom walked me to the door as I cried and I wondered why he would be so mean to me. I really thought that he loved me. Then I looked at my Mom asking her, “Why Mom why would he say such a thing? I thought he loved me, why would he do that. Why would he hurt me like that?” As tears ran down my cheeks as we walked back to Sarah’s apartment.  

 

  “People do strange things when they are drunk and for now I think it is best if you stay away from him until he gets this worked out,” she said. I started to turn around and Mom grabbed my arm, “No Becky you can not go back. He needs to work this out himself. Now I am going to take you over to stay with Tracy while I go talk with detective Peters and I want you stay there until I come get you and Jared understand?” 

 

  I looked at her and said, “Yes mom I understand I’m not to go around John for now,” as I wiped tears from eyes. 

 

  After getting to Sarah’s apartment Mom talk with Tracy for a while as I sat looking out the window at John’s apartment, thinking what have I done? I just ruined a good mans life over a stupid schoolgirl crush then I put my head in my hands and started to cry again. But I knew it was not just a crush. I loved him with all my heart and no body was going to take him away from me. 

 

  Mom walked over to me and sat down taking me in her arms and said, “I understand Becky, trust me I do understand,” as if she was reading my mind. Than she stood up and walked to the door as I looked at her, “I will pick you and Jared up later.” I shook my head to letting her know I that understood as she turned walking out the door. 
   
  It was about 11:15 when Mom finally picks Jared and me up; I looked at her then ask, “How is he doing Mom. Did he ask about me?” 

 

  “He is hung over and yes he asked about you,” she replied. 

 

  “When can I go see him,” I ask. 

 

  “He is going out of town for a week and if he has pulled him self together by then he can come see you, but not before I talk with him again,” she replied.  

 

  Around 6:30 PM the next day, I stood in my window crying as I watching him load up his car. Then he turned looked at me then he hung his head down and climbed into his car. I ran out the front door hoping to say good-bye to him, but I was too late.  

 

  That brings you up to the present and now I will tell what happen next. 

 

  It was raining when I saw John’s car pull in to his parking space. I knew he would be back today. It had been a long week and I thought of nothing but him.  

 

  Every car that went by our apartment I thought might be him coming home but it was not until 10:00 that night when he arrived. “He’s back Mom can I go see him? I need to talk with him,” I said as I jumped up and headed for the door.   
   
  “Stop right there Becky,” Mom said. 

 

  I turned around “But Mom I want to see him. I want to talk with him. I want tell him how much I love him,” I said with tears in my eyes.  

 

  “Not tonight and not until I talk with him first,” she replied. 

 

  I stumped my foot out of frustration and walked to the chair that I was setting in by the window. I hung my head down and cried, as Mom walked over putting her arm around my shoulder. “Mom why does it have to hurt so much,” I said between sobs. 

 

  “Because you care for him that’s all apart of being in love,” she replied. 

 

  I leaned my head on her shoulder then I noticed John walking over to our apartment. “Mom he is coming to see me,” then he stopped, looked at his watch, then he looked at the window we were setting in and he turned to go back to his apartment. I sat watching him as he stop and stood there in middle of the parking lot as he tried to decide what to do. Then he took out cell phone and our phone rang. 

 

  Mom got up to answer it and said, “Parks residents can help you, Yes John, No John, not until we have a little talk first. Ok I will send her in to her room. Ok hold on.” She turned and gave me that look I had seen many times before. So I got up and walked to my room. “Ok you can on over now,” and she hung up the phone. 

 

  I minute later I herd a knock on front door, and heard John’s voice as Mom greeted him. 

 

  “Francine I want to apologize for the way I acted last week,” as he stepped inside. “I’m an alcoholic and I fell off the wagon so to speak. I know that I hurt Becky and I am so ashamed of my self. I should never have let her see me like that,” he said while setting down on our couch. 

 

  Then I herd Mom reply “John I know my daughter loves you. But I am not sure if it’s still a good idea for you to see her.” I watched form the crack in my door I could see John hanging his head.  

 

  “Francine I understand how you feel,” he replied.  

 

  Mom looked at him “I’m sorry John I don’t think you how I feel right now. How do I know that you won’t go out and get drunk again?” 
  
  He looked at her and said, “I am back in the program.” 

 

  She looked at him and said, “I am sorry John but I’m not sure if can trust you. Plus if you were took her out, somewhere and you started drinking then got in to accident I could not handle that.” 

 

  He looked up at her then asks, “Just is it you are trying to say?” 

 

  She sighed and looked at him before replying. “What I am trying to say is I don’t think you are good enough to be with my daughter.” 

 

  John took a deep breath then said, “Francine I understand. But let me tell you a story about how I became an alcoholic. When I was, married I never touch a drop of alcohol, because I always knew if would ever start that I would end being an alcoholic. It wasn’t until lost my family I started drinking; I loved my wife and kids with a fire and a passion that I had never even thought of taking a drink. It was after their deaths, that I started drinking, I was in so much pain, and grief, that I tried hide it in the bottom of a beer bottle. After I got a DUI and lost my job that’s when, I realized what I had become. That’s when Howard helped me get into AA and I had been sober until last week. Yes, I am weak and I admit it, but Becky is a light that I can turn to when I need strength to get me through the dark times in my life. I see that now and I was so worried that I would lose her too when those allegation were made by your family.  

 

  I stood by my door and thought he does love me not just for sex but also as a person. Then I herd Mom say, “Well John I can see you understand what you have done and are truly sorry for your actions, but can I trust you never drink again or do anything that will hurt my daughter?” 

 

  “Francine I love Becky with all my heart and I would die before I hurt her like that again. As for drinking, I never really liked the taste of beer or any other kind of alcohol. It just was away for me to escape my problems and grief. Now I have someone that loves me again, I can use my love for her to give me the strength I need to stay away from the alcohol,” he replied. 

 

  Mom sighed then said, “Ok John I will you let see her and if she still wants to be with you then I will let it happen. But if you ever drink even one beer again I will have you arrested for having sex with Becky, do you understand, and agree with that?” 

 

  “Yes Francine and I respect you for that because I would do the same thing to protect my daughter if she were still alive,” he replied. 

 

  “I believe you would at that John now I am going call her out here so you two can talk,” she replied. My heart skipped a beat as I waited for Mom to call me, “Becky you can come out now.” 

 

  I opened my door and stepped out in to the hallway I looked at John as he sat there looking at me with a sad hurt look on his face. I walked out slowly into the living area and stood beside Mom as she sat on the love set.  

 

  John took A deep breath before speaking, “Becky…I...I don’t know what to say other than I am sorry and I love you can you ever forgive me?” 

 

  I looked at him before I spoke “John I want to know one thing did mean what you said about girls my age not satisfying you sexually?” 

 

  He looked at me as he thought back to when he had gotten drunk the week before. “Becky, no I did not mean that and I am sorry for saying it. But Becky I do not think of you as little girl. I look at you as young women and I love you.” 

 

  I looked at Mom with pleading eyes then I looked at back at John. “Could you excuse me and Mom for minute John?” as took Mom by the hand and walked back to my room. I closed the door, sat on my bed, and rested my head in my hands. “Mom I don’t know what to do. I love him and my heart says to forgive him but my head says to be cautious,” as I raised my head and looked at her. 

 

  She sat down beside me “you say that you love him am I right?” 

 

  “Yes” I reply. 

 

  “Ok then follow your heart but also use head and pay attention to what it says. For give him but him understand how you feel,” she replied. 

 

  I sat there thinking, then I got up taking Mom by the hand, we walked back out to the living area. John looked up as I stood before him holding Mom’s hand.  

 

  I took a deep breath then spoke, “Ok John I forgive you, but only under one condition, you can never drink again. Because if you do I will leave you and never speak to you again.” 

 

  He looked at me and replied, “I promise never to touch and drip as long as I live.” 

 

  Mom smiled at me as I stood beside her and said, “My little girl has grown up. Now go give your man a hug and kiss.” 

 

  I jumped into John arms kissing him with fire and passion knowing that I had found my one and only true love. Yes, I know society may say that it’s wrong and that it is a forbidden love. But to hell with society, and what they think, I love him and that is all that matters to me.  

 

  John picked me up and we looked at Mom as she shook her head. “Go on take her to bed and John I am not in any hurry to be a grandma so please use a condom until I get her on the pill.”  

 

  He smiled and said, “I have one right here,” as he reached into his pant pocket pulling out a foil packet.  

 

   Mom smiled as he carried me into my bedroom while I continued to kiss him all over his face.  

 

  After we enter my room, he looked around at my posters and my stuffed animals as he smiled at me. “This is just like my daughters room when she was alive. Now I know why I love you so much. You have the innocence of a child with mind and body of women and I love you for that,” as he leaned down and kissed me. 

 

  I got an evil grin on my face and said, “Well if love me so much then show me stud.” 

 

  He let me down then pulled my t-shirt off and leaned down taking my left nipple into his mouth. Then he picked me back up and laid me down on the bed. 

 

  “MMMM it’s been so long,” I moaned as I reached down to hold his head in place. “Oh yes my love don’t stop, show me all your love,” I panted as he continued nursing my nipple. Then he bit it very lightly causing me to see flashing lights, I started to shake and moan he moved over to my right nipple. OH GOD JOHN I LOVE THIS AHHHHH, as my first of many orgasm hits me. “OH YES OH GOD YES PLEASE DON’T STOP,” then it happened again. I felt a sudden gush of juices flood out of my vagina soaking my shorts. “AAAHHHH” I moaned as I stiffened up then fell back on the bed out of breath.  

 

  John looked down at me as my eyes began to focus oh his handsome face. “I take it you like that my special lady,” he said with a smile. 

 

  “Oh god yes you are so good with your mouth and tongue it almost kills me,” I replied in panting voice. Then I pulled him down into a passionate kiss as he moved his hand down to my shorts.  

 

  “Oh my I guess it was a good one for you,” as he rubbed over the wet spot. “You know I think we need to get these off,” as he unbuttoned then unzipped them. 

 

  I raised my butt to make it easier for him as he moved down and grabbed both my shorts and panties. They were so wet they stuck to vagina at first then he pulled a little harder and they slipped away as my juice dripped on to the sheets. He looked down at me as I spread my legs so he could see my treasure. “Lick me John; make me cum again, show me your love.” 

 

  I smiled as he leaned down kissing his way up the insides of both legs   driving me crazy with anticipation. As he moved closer to my cunt, I felt a fire building that need attention as I moaned, “Oh god John stop teasing me lick me now,” and I grabbed his head pushing it to my vagina.  

 

  “OH, GOD YES THAT’S IT RIGHT THERE,” I moaned as he licked me from my butt hole up to my burning clit. I started to feel an even stronger orgasm building as the man that I loved continued licking me. Then he put two fingers deep into my hot burning love tunnel, which sent me to cloud nine. There were bright light flashing before my eyes then they rolled into my head. That’s when I heard bells and whistles as the room spun around and my breathing stopped. “AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH,” was the only sound I could make as I tried to catch my breath. Then every thing went black.  

 

  After about ten minutes I finally was able to focus on John’s smiling face as he kissed me and brushed the hair from eyes. “You ok my love,” he asks, as he held me in his arms.  

 

  “Y...Y…YES, I...I… I’M fine my love, what happened to me,” I ask while catching my breath. 

 

  “You got over stimulated and passed out on me,” he replied. 

 

  I smiled up at him and pulled him down into a passionate kiss, than I whispered in his ear “make love to me I need you inside of me now.” 

 

  He stood beside the bed and started removing his cloths. I lay there watching as he unbuttoned his dress shirt, letting it drop to the floor. I started licking my lips as I looked over his toned body not to muscular but not fat ether.  

 

  The hairs on his chest lay in soft curls over his quarter-sized nipples. I was so thankful that he chose me for the one that he loved. Then he took off his shoes and socks before he unbuttoned his dress pants. After unzipping his pants, he dropped them to floor and kicked them over with shirt in the corner of the room. He was now standing beside my bed in a pair of plaid boxers with his cock making a nice tent in the front. 

 

  I looked at him and smiled then I reached out hooking my thumbs in the waste band of his boxers pulling them down with one swift motion. “MMMM I will never get over how handsome you are my love,” as I leaned in taking his cock into my mouth.  
  
  I started a slow bobbing action as I sucked hard on his man meat. It was so good that I moaned as it slipped between my lips. I licked all over its sensitive head as I sucked trying to draw out his fertile seed into my hungry mouth. “OH GOD BECKY THAT FEELS GOOD,” he groaned as his cock slowly slipped down my throat. “OH, YES, SUCK MY COCK, OH YES KEEP GOING.” 

 

  I continued sucking. Then I pulled off and licked his balls then I licked up the underside of his cock. When it started to jerk and pulse, I knew he was nearing his climax. So I quickly put his cock back in my mouth as he started shooting his seed down my throat.  

 

  “AAAAHHH,” he groaned as the last spurt dribbled in to my overflowing mouth. I took three big gulps as I swallowing it. Then he fell onto my bed while catching his breath. “I love you Rebecca Parks,” he said while pulling me into a deep French kiss.  

 

  I could still taste my womanly juice on his tongue as we lay there holding each other tight as I slowly stroked his cock back to life. 

 

  When he was fully erect again, I whispered in his ear, “Let me put the rubber on.” He handed me a foil packet. I opened it placing the rubber into my mouth, and I leaned down rolling it onto his wonderful cock. 

 

  “Wow where did you learn that,” he asks with wide eyes as I pulled off his cock.  

 

  “From the internet,” I giggled as I looked at him. “Now are you going to make love to me or do I have to find another lover,” I said in come-hither tone of voice, as I spread my legs wide. 
  
  He moved between my legs and smiled as he stared deep into my soul. “You asked for this,” he replied as he pushed forward driving his glorious cock deep into my womb.  

 

  “Oh God yes give it me give me your wonderful cock and make me cum over and over again,” I moaned as he thrust into me at steady pace. I slowly began to match his thrust as we made hot passionate love for over 20 minutes. 

 

  Then I started the feel the biggest orgasm ever building deep inside of me as my lover proved his love for me. “OH GOD I CAN FILL YOUR LOVE JOHN OH YES I CAN FEEL WHAT YOUR DOING TO ME DEEP INSIDE OH YES I AM GOING TO CCCUUUMMM AHHHHH YES AAAGGGHHH,” I babbled. Then I stiffen up as my vaginal muscle clamp down hard on his wonderful cock while I milked it for all its worth.  

 

  I watch as he throws his head back with a growl and a groan as his cock pulses filling the condom with his hot cum. “Uh” he grunts one more time as he collapse exhausted on top of me as I kiss his neck and whisper my love for him repeatedly into his ear.  

 

  He rolls off me to my left side and his cock pulls out of me, leaving me to fill loved and wanted by this wonderful man beside me. Then I rolled on to my side and pulling off the condom and dropping it, the trash can beside my bed. “That was fantastic. I will always love you John Clark and I want to be your wife if you will have me,” I said with a loving tone of voice. 

 

   He looked at me and smiled, “Why Becky I think you just proposed to me.” 

 

  I giggled and said, “I guess I did. Well what’s your answer?” 

 

  “I would be honored to have you as my wife. Now how are we going to tell your Mom,” he said with a warm smile. 

 

  “How about you ask me if I will let her marry you,” a voice came from my door. 

 

  We both jumped and I said, “Mom how long have you been standing there?” 

 

  “Long enough to see my wonderful daughter have the best sex in her life and to make me very wet and horny,” she replied while walking over to the bed as she striped out of her cloths. “Now Becky can I get some of that wonderful cock?” 

 

  I looked at john then giggle before saying, “why sure come join in the fun.” John made love to us both and I had my first real bisexual experience that night I got my lover back, which became my fiancé. 
   

 

  Epilogue  

 

  It’s been six years now and john has remained sober I have been so proud of him and I know it’s all because of our love. 

 

  Now I am walking down the aisle with my good friend Howard Peters. He came to be like a father to me after he married Mom two years ago. And I love him like one he as John so much I will always be indebted to him. 

 

  When we reach the altar, I was so happy that I felt so alive and so filled with love for this wonderful man standing before me today. I knew this was right thing to do as we take hands and pledge our dieing love for one another. I know it was a forbidden love when we first met. But who is society that they can say we did not love each other back then.  

 

  Now this wonderful caring man is walking back down the aisle with me, as my husband. Plus I have some wonderful news for him; he is going to be father in seven months. 

 

  Thus ends the story of John and Becky, and how two people can fall in love even if their ages so deferent. I hope you enjoyed this story keep watching this site for more stories from jollyman.  

 

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