I am a 55-year-old widow with a fairly active lifestyle. My son Philip has been married three times, and has several stepchildren.

His second wife had a son named Ellis by a previous marriage, and when she and Philip divorced a few years ago, I lost contact with both her and her son, who was then 18. Not long ago, however, Ellis called me to say that he had just gotten a job in my area, and to ask if he could stay with me while he looked for a place to live. Since I had a big house and had lived alone since my husband died three years ago, I said okay.

Within two weeks of his arrival, Ellis began paying me some rather startling compliments, and making some subtle remarks that might have been interpreted as passes. I was quite surprised, as I was three times his age, and not exactly a great beauty. One night at dinner he even made the comment that I was still a very attractive woman, and that I should definitely find myself a lover. He then added that he would be glad to play the part.

I was truly shocked, and couldn’t believe that he was serious. I told him as sternly as I could that he mustn’t say things like that. His reaction was to reach across the table and try to grab my large, slightly sagging breasts. He grinned mischievously as I swatted his hand away, but I was so upset that I got up and went into the living room, blushing deeply. My heart was beating like mad, and I was troubled and confused, largely because I also found myself aroused.

Ellis followed me into the living room, and suddenly I felt his arms go around me from behind. He kissed my neck as his hands cupped my breasts and he ground his body into mine. I moaned and whimpered, struggling weakly, but not very hard. Then he turned me to face him, and we stared at each other for a few minutes, not saying a word. My heavy breathing was the only sound in the room — until he began to tear off my clothes.

I didn’t fight him, but I didn’t help either. I just stood there letting him do as he wished. He handled me like a rag doll, and I could hear my buttons popping off as he stripped my garments away. His hands traveled over me, and I trembled. He tore off my bra, releasing my large breasts, then feasted on each nipple, sucking and biting on them until I cried out. A searching hand went between my legs to rub my panty-covered crotch, which was now very wet, and then he literally ripped my panties off and threw them across the room.

The next thing I knew Ellis had me on the sofa with my legs spread as he got on top of me. I don’t know how he’d gotten his pants off, but he had. I felt his hard penis brush against my inner thigh a split second before he slammed into me and began fucking me savagely. I screamed out with each vicious thrust, my cries a mixture of shock and passion as he pounded at me with all his youthful strength.

My big blue-veined boobs wobbled heavily with each lunge as I felt my entire body being rocked and jolted by his furious fucking. The flesh of my thighs jiggled and my feet kicked up again and again as his hot throbbing organ plunged unceasingly in and out of my body. It seemed to be terribly hard, and much bigger than any penis I’d ever had before. I felt the head of it jamming against my cervix with each stroke, and it actually felt as though it was going to split me in two. I felt my body spiraling uncontrollably into orgasm, and then I was jerking and convulsing with the strongest climax I could remember having.

I was still moaning in ecstasy when I heard him grunt, then snort softly as his big organ twitched and jumped inside me. I felt the warm wetness of his spurting jism deep in my belly. He seemed to come for a long time, and I felt some of it running back out of me while he was still in my pussy. When he rolled off me I got weakly to my feet, still in a state of mild disbelief, and limped to the bathroom, his sperm still coming out of me, running down my inner thighs and dripping onto the floor.

I was still cleaning up in the bathroom when Ellis burst in, and I could see that his penis was already hard again. I couldn’t move or speak as he grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to his room, where he pushed me onto the bed and quickly got on me again. Within seconds he was driving into me once more, with such savage force that the bed nearly cracked the wall. He took me that way, and in several other ways, for the next few hours, bringing me to climax after climax, until we were both so exhausted we could barely move.

I slept late the next morning and was sore and swollen for much of the day. But by the time Ellis came home that night I was more than ready for him. He found me in the kitchen and took me without a word as I bent over the kitchen table. His fucking was again hard, deep and savage. I soon came to the conclusion that he always fucked that way, so different from my late husband, and so arousing to me that I found myself craving it more and more.

Ellis is still looking for his own place, but he does not seem to be in any special hurry about it. And God knows, neither am I.