Here's an idea I've had, based on something in my own life....
My Awakening with Amy
Part 1
Amy Smith was not conventionally attractive. She lived down the alley from us, and had a reputation for being something of an oddball. In the town I grew up, up in Bucks County in Pennsylvania, that often happened if you were not originally from the area. Her husband was a music teacher in town, and she was a stay-at-home mom.
I was friends with her son Steve, and when we were children, I would be over at their house all of the time. We would play basketball on their driveway, and Amy would always come out with lemonade for us, and sometimes she even made finger sandwiches. When we had the whole neighborhood of kids playing a 5 on 5 game, we would keep her quite busy making sure we were all fed and nourished!
But that was many years ago, and even though Amy was not conventionally attractive, my thoughts occasionally drifted to her. Flash forward twenty years, and I am married with a child, and Amy, in her 30s at the time, is now in her early 50s. I wondered what she looked like now, as I lived considerably far away from home. Rumor through my friends was that she split up with her husband, and Steve was now a teacher himself in Baltimore.
I remembered here as a skinny woman with glasses, fairly flat chested, with short red hair. Not exactly what people would call conventionally attractive. But something about her just always caught my attention. She had an "aura" about her, I thought. She was a fairly "in charge" woman, and I'd always been attracted to women who were assertive. Maybe that's what it was.
So it was on a summer day last year that I returned home to suburban Philadelphia for the first time in awhile. My wife had stayed behind in our Colorado home with our son, who had a sports commitment. I had been desperately pining for the comforts of my childhood and decided to go home around the town's fourth of July celebration.
After checking in with my mom and reminiscing at my childhood home, I went to the Independence Day celebration, and met up with a few close friends from high school. It had been years since we were together, and I found myself drifting to thoughts of Amy. Her son Steve was with us, and I asked him how his mom was.
"Eh, you know how it is, Bruce. Parents split up. Mom doesn't spend a lot of time out of the house anymore, she's really quite the homebody. I keep telling her to consider dating, but she doesn't want to. I don't know what that's about."
All of a sudden, a voice came out of nowhere.
"Steve, that's because there's nothing much around here worth exploring anymore." I turned my head to the direction of that voice, because I recognized it immediately.
There was that voice. That voice that stated something in a unique way, where she sped up her speaking in the middle of a statement only to slow down and hang on the end of her sentences. I turned to look, and there she stood. Still very thin, pale skin, hair very red. Dressed fairly conservatively, with a button down blouse and jean shorts. Still, something about her radiated. She almost glowed!
"Why hello there, Mr. Bruce," she said to me.
"Hi Mrs. Smith, uh....." I started to stammer.
"Please, Mr. Bruce. You can just call me Amy." She smacked me playfully on my arm as she joined our circle of friends. She didn't go out of the house much, but apparently she decided to venture into the community tonight.
And she still called me Mr. Bruce. I remembered that. Teenage fantasies that I had included her calling me that while she bucked while riding me, calling it out in that same dripping authoritative tone. I hadn't thought about that for awhile, but hearing her say that tonight awakened old thoughts.
I couldn't help but look at her. Things had slightly changed- I noticed that she had crows feet around her eyes, that her upper forearms had gotten slightly flappy, but she was still Amy Smith, object of my forbidden teenage thoughts. I always tried to put them out of my mind, especially when she had called me to help her move things around the house when nobody else was home. Those supposedly quick visits always turned into to an hour or more of conversation about all kinds of things. I always wondered if she wanted me to make a move. Probably not, but a teenage boy could dream.
I was caught thinking all of that when I heard Steve loudly coughing to get my attention. I had been daydreaming about the past. "Bruce, wake up!" he exclaimed. I snapped to attention and joined in the conversations about who had been doing what in the time since we had all grown up together.
I looked over at Amy, smiling at me. She always had that devilish smile. And I swore that it took on a different tone now, twenty years later. Almost seductive. Or had it? I was a married man now. She certainly wasn't thinking....... nah.
Eventually, the crowd broke up and people started to go home for the night. I turned up the street and began to walk home to my mom's.
"Wait there, Mr. Bruce. It's a few blocks to where I live now, would you mind walking me home?" Amy stood there, her body language looking like someone who needed someone to defend her. She looked down at the ground, but lifted her big green eyes up at me. Damn.
"Sure, Mrs. Smith."
"I told you, it's Amy now. Come and walk me home. Besides, I went back to my maiden name after the divorce." She wrapped her hand around my arm and led me down the street, away from the direction of my childhood home.
"Where's the missus?" she asked. I explained that she was back in Colorado with our son.
"So you're all home alone by yourself? What a shame."
I explained that it wasn't that bad, that in fact I was enjoying being fairly untethered. Amy laughed at that and we continued talking about our lives as we wandered back to her home. After some blocks, she stopped in front of her porch, which was attached to a fairly modest two story structure.
"Why don't you come in? It's just past midnight," she said, and there was no denying it. Her voice dripped with intensity and seduction. I knew better. Yes, I had interest, but I was married.
"Eh, my mom's still probably waiting for me. I'm a grown man, but you know, you never stop being you're mother's child."
"I'm not asking you, Mr. Bruce. Come. In." And at that "In", her eyes glowed. That green began to radiate, and I felt something wash over me. A funny feeling. Not quite sure what that was all about, but for whatever reason, I followed her in her house, as she led me by the hand to her kitchen. She began to make some coffee and sat down next to me at her kitchen table. She rested her hand on top of mine, and I felt something electric. The electricity felt amazing, and traveled down to my penis, which began to have an erection I hadn't felt since I was in the prime of my teenage years.
"I'm going to cut to the chase, Mr. Bruce. There's always been a connection between us. I felt it, you felt it. Let's not mistake it for the attraction that it has always been. And I've been lonely, and if I'm going to be honest, I've dreamed of this night for a long while. Now, I know you have your little wife and kid over in the Rockies, but tonight is about us. And I've made sure of this. You're certainly ready, aren't you?"
"Y-Yes." I couldn't control it. I was under her spell. And I was ready!
"Good!" She began to caress me. And it became a blur. Did the coffee happen? Next thing I knew I was in bed with Amy, as our bodies intertwined with each other. I caressed her milky skin as she did a number with my member with her sweet, sweet mouth. I kneaded her chest, and if I didn't know otherwise, I would say that her breasts were growing.
"I need, you, Mr. Bruce. This has been years in the making."
I had my hands on her more substantial chest and began to suck. Milk came out. How? It didn't matter. It was sweet nectar. My penis grew even larger, and it was time.
I entered her and it felt like nothing before. I loved Marcie, my wife, but this was like a whole new world.
In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust grew more powerful, and I looked at Amy and saw her in ecstasy. Her mouth opened, her eyes big and wide, and that mouth became a smile full of joy.
"Yes, Mr. Bruce. Keep going. Fill me up over and over again!"
We changed positions. She slid her body down my member and began to buck and buck. I could not help but do likewise. I felt the sensation build and build.
Finally, I climaxed as I heard her shout out in joy. I hadn't come like that in years. And there we were, in bed together, joined as one. I sent my seed deep inside her 50 year old body. And nothing would ever be the same again.
The sensation subsided as she lay down beside me. We cuddled. I could no longer remember my wife's name.
"You did it, Mr. Bruce. We did it together. And this will be the start of something wonderful."
I studied her naked body, again, showing slight signs of age but not what you would think of a woman in her early 50s. And I looked and noticed that her bottom stomach seemed to gain a thickness that was not there before. She began to caress and rub her stomach.
Was she growing?
Amy began to moan. Little moans at first that grew as she continued to rub the thickening lower part of her belly. She moved closer to me and I put my arms around her, also rubbing her growing stomach.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Bruce, YES! HOLD ME!"
She grasped my penis which sprung back to life. And I watched as her body went rapidly through months of pregnancy, growing to about the five month mark. As she grew, she once again made me explode with her ministrations.
Finally, we lay in bed, continuing to both rub Amy's belly swollen with life. I was in amazement.
"What happened?" I asked.
"It's simple, Mr. Bruce. You've made me pregnant!"
It had only begun as I placed my hand on the unborn child that had just been planted there moments ago.
I felt movement, as Amy laughed, and as I felt my dick begin to stiffen once more......
My Awakening with Amy
Part 1
Amy Smith was not conventionally attractive. She lived down the alley from us, and had a reputation for being something of an oddball. In the town I grew up, up in Bucks County in Pennsylvania, that often happened if you were not originally from the area. Her husband was a music teacher in town, and she was a stay-at-home mom.
I was friends with her son Steve, and when we were children, I would be over at their house all of the time. We would play basketball on their driveway, and Amy would always come out with lemonade for us, and sometimes she even made finger sandwiches. When we had the whole neighborhood of kids playing a 5 on 5 game, we would keep her quite busy making sure we were all fed and nourished!
But that was many years ago, and even though Amy was not conventionally attractive, my thoughts occasionally drifted to her. Flash forward twenty years, and I am married with a child, and Amy, in her 30s at the time, is now in her early 50s. I wondered what she looked like now, as I lived considerably far away from home. Rumor through my friends was that she split up with her husband, and Steve was now a teacher himself in Baltimore.
I remembered here as a skinny woman with glasses, fairly flat chested, with short red hair. Not exactly what people would call conventionally attractive. But something about her just always caught my attention. She had an "aura" about her, I thought. She was a fairly "in charge" woman, and I'd always been attracted to women who were assertive. Maybe that's what it was.
So it was on a summer day last year that I returned home to suburban Philadelphia for the first time in awhile. My wife had stayed behind in our Colorado home with our son, who had a sports commitment. I had been desperately pining for the comforts of my childhood and decided to go home around the town's fourth of July celebration.
After checking in with my mom and reminiscing at my childhood home, I went to the Independence Day celebration, and met up with a few close friends from high school. It had been years since we were together, and I found myself drifting to thoughts of Amy. Her son Steve was with us, and I asked him how his mom was.
"Eh, you know how it is, Bruce. Parents split up. Mom doesn't spend a lot of time out of the house anymore, she's really quite the homebody. I keep telling her to consider dating, but she doesn't want to. I don't know what that's about."
All of a sudden, a voice came out of nowhere.
"Steve, that's because there's nothing much around here worth exploring anymore." I turned my head to the direction of that voice, because I recognized it immediately.
There was that voice. That voice that stated something in a unique way, where she sped up her speaking in the middle of a statement only to slow down and hang on the end of her sentences. I turned to look, and there she stood. Still very thin, pale skin, hair very red. Dressed fairly conservatively, with a button down blouse and jean shorts. Still, something about her radiated. She almost glowed!
"Why hello there, Mr. Bruce," she said to me.
"Hi Mrs. Smith, uh....." I started to stammer.
"Please, Mr. Bruce. You can just call me Amy." She smacked me playfully on my arm as she joined our circle of friends. She didn't go out of the house much, but apparently she decided to venture into the community tonight.
And she still called me Mr. Bruce. I remembered that. Teenage fantasies that I had included her calling me that while she bucked while riding me, calling it out in that same dripping authoritative tone. I hadn't thought about that for awhile, but hearing her say that tonight awakened old thoughts.
I couldn't help but look at her. Things had slightly changed- I noticed that she had crows feet around her eyes, that her upper forearms had gotten slightly flappy, but she was still Amy Smith, object of my forbidden teenage thoughts. I always tried to put them out of my mind, especially when she had called me to help her move things around the house when nobody else was home. Those supposedly quick visits always turned into to an hour or more of conversation about all kinds of things. I always wondered if she wanted me to make a move. Probably not, but a teenage boy could dream.
I was caught thinking all of that when I heard Steve loudly coughing to get my attention. I had been daydreaming about the past. "Bruce, wake up!" he exclaimed. I snapped to attention and joined in the conversations about who had been doing what in the time since we had all grown up together.
I looked over at Amy, smiling at me. She always had that devilish smile. And I swore that it took on a different tone now, twenty years later. Almost seductive. Or had it? I was a married man now. She certainly wasn't thinking....... nah.
Eventually, the crowd broke up and people started to go home for the night. I turned up the street and began to walk home to my mom's.
"Wait there, Mr. Bruce. It's a few blocks to where I live now, would you mind walking me home?" Amy stood there, her body language looking like someone who needed someone to defend her. She looked down at the ground, but lifted her big green eyes up at me. Damn.
"Sure, Mrs. Smith."
"I told you, it's Amy now. Come and walk me home. Besides, I went back to my maiden name after the divorce." She wrapped her hand around my arm and led me down the street, away from the direction of my childhood home.
"Where's the missus?" she asked. I explained that she was back in Colorado with our son.
"So you're all home alone by yourself? What a shame."
I explained that it wasn't that bad, that in fact I was enjoying being fairly untethered. Amy laughed at that and we continued talking about our lives as we wandered back to her home. After some blocks, she stopped in front of her porch, which was attached to a fairly modest two story structure.
"Why don't you come in? It's just past midnight," she said, and there was no denying it. Her voice dripped with intensity and seduction. I knew better. Yes, I had interest, but I was married.
"Eh, my mom's still probably waiting for me. I'm a grown man, but you know, you never stop being you're mother's child."
"I'm not asking you, Mr. Bruce. Come. In." And at that "In", her eyes glowed. That green began to radiate, and I felt something wash over me. A funny feeling. Not quite sure what that was all about, but for whatever reason, I followed her in her house, as she led me by the hand to her kitchen. She began to make some coffee and sat down next to me at her kitchen table. She rested her hand on top of mine, and I felt something electric. The electricity felt amazing, and traveled down to my penis, which began to have an erection I hadn't felt since I was in the prime of my teenage years.
"I'm going to cut to the chase, Mr. Bruce. There's always been a connection between us. I felt it, you felt it. Let's not mistake it for the attraction that it has always been. And I've been lonely, and if I'm going to be honest, I've dreamed of this night for a long while. Now, I know you have your little wife and kid over in the Rockies, but tonight is about us. And I've made sure of this. You're certainly ready, aren't you?"
"Y-Yes." I couldn't control it. I was under her spell. And I was ready!
"Good!" She began to caress me. And it became a blur. Did the coffee happen? Next thing I knew I was in bed with Amy, as our bodies intertwined with each other. I caressed her milky skin as she did a number with my member with her sweet, sweet mouth. I kneaded her chest, and if I didn't know otherwise, I would say that her breasts were growing.
"I need, you, Mr. Bruce. This has been years in the making."
I had my hands on her more substantial chest and began to suck. Milk came out. How? It didn't matter. It was sweet nectar. My penis grew even larger, and it was time.
I entered her and it felt like nothing before. I loved Marcie, my wife, but this was like a whole new world.
In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust grew more powerful, and I looked at Amy and saw her in ecstasy. Her mouth opened, her eyes big and wide, and that mouth became a smile full of joy.
"Yes, Mr. Bruce. Keep going. Fill me up over and over again!"
We changed positions. She slid her body down my member and began to buck and buck. I could not help but do likewise. I felt the sensation build and build.
Finally, I climaxed as I heard her shout out in joy. I hadn't come like that in years. And there we were, in bed together, joined as one. I sent my seed deep inside her 50 year old body. And nothing would ever be the same again.
The sensation subsided as she lay down beside me. We cuddled. I could no longer remember my wife's name.
"You did it, Mr. Bruce. We did it together. And this will be the start of something wonderful."
I studied her naked body, again, showing slight signs of age but not what you would think of a woman in her early 50s. And I looked and noticed that her bottom stomach seemed to gain a thickness that was not there before. She began to caress and rub her stomach.
Was she growing?
Amy began to moan. Little moans at first that grew as she continued to rub the thickening lower part of her belly. She moved closer to me and I put my arms around her, also rubbing her growing stomach.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Bruce, YES! HOLD ME!"
She grasped my penis which sprung back to life. And I watched as her body went rapidly through months of pregnancy, growing to about the five month mark. As she grew, she once again made me explode with her ministrations.
Finally, we lay in bed, continuing to both rub Amy's belly swollen with life. I was in amazement.
"What happened?" I asked.
"It's simple, Mr. Bruce. You've made me pregnant!"
It had only begun as I placed my hand on the unborn child that had just been planted there moments ago.
I felt movement, as Amy laughed, and as I felt my dick begin to stiffen once more......
