A Fantasy Comes True Chapter 2 part 3 of 4

A Fantasy Comes True
Chapter 2 part 3 of 4

Frankie knew he had to see this through, so he stood up and grabbed his boxers. "I'm sorry Sandra, but I think I should leave."

Frankie turned his back on Sandra and started to slip his boxers on.

He knew if he looked at her, he would crack and go back. He heard her grunt then she said softly, sweetly, "Frankie, I'm sorry. I should not have yelled when I asked you to do what you are doing. It was wrong. Please Frankie, I really need to cum, and I want to suck your amazing cock. I know I said I wouldn't swallow your seed, but I will if you really want me to, though I really wanted to feel you cum deep inside my kitty."

The last word caught Frankie's ears. She had never used the term 'kitty' before, and he wondered why she did now. "I don't know Sandra."

"PLEASE!" she begged. "Make me cream!"

Frankie turned around. This was the second time she used an odd word, but he saw the desperation on her face. He dropped his boxers and quickly returned to her, kneeling, and burying his face into her pussy. He slid his fingers into her vagina and ass. Within moments, she was screaming as her orgasm raged through her body. Her body shook, her juices flooded from her pussy, and Frankie found her screams drove him wild. He did not want to stop, but he did after a second orgasm. Then he stood up, his cock rock hard, and grabbed her head saying, "My turn."

Sandra smiled, opened her mouth, and sucked his cock. Frankie loved watching her mouth take his entire member, how amazing her lips felt around his shaft, and how the head of his cock felt hitting the back of her throat. Usually, he let her control the blowjob, but this time he thrust it within her mouth, fucking it the same he would her pussy. After a few minutes, he pulled out and knelt back down, slipping his cock into her sex.

The music played in the background, lost to the sound of his cock sliding into her sopping pussy. Sandra gasped and moaned as his cock filled her vagina so perfectly. Soon she was experiencing a third orgasm. Frankie grunted and growled with each thrust; sweat was now pouring down his back. However, he had gotten himself so worked up from the taste of her orgasms, the musky smell of her arousal, and the sound of her screams; he exploded, filled her with his seed, and grunted a primal yell. He collapsed onto her, kissed her passionately, then held her tight. She panted into his shoulder and then kissed his salty-tasting skin.

"Thank you, Frankie."

Frankie sat up and began to untie her with his cock still deep within her. He could feel the cool air on his sweaty skin and smell the aroma of raw sex in the air. "Did I do what you wanted?"

"You were perfect. Thank you for calling my bluff."

Once her hands were free, he untied her ankles, and she pulled the blindfold off. He asked, "Are you feeling all right?"

"Yes, why?"

"You must have been pretty wounded up because twice you used different words than you had before."

"I did? No, you must be mistaken."

"I don't think so."

"Well, my mind was spinning at the thought of you leaving me unsatisfied. I'm sure that was the problem."

Frankie's spent cock slipped out, he helped her off the sofa, and they cleaned up and dressed. They spent the remainder of the evening dancing. Sandra, now Ms. Young, told Frankie it was important for a young man to know how to dance with a lady, and taught him basic steps that he could easily modify to several types of music. The dancing lessons were something Ms. Young began to insist on shortly after their love affair began.

Now, as the sun filled the room, Frankie's hand slowly moved along the frame of the couch, remembering the different sexual encounters they shared. He could almost feel her presence in the room. Frankie stepped over to the stereo and turned it on. The CD player was still set, and he heard "Sexual Healing" play, taking him back to that magical and erotic night. Frankie smiled and walked into Sandra's bedroom. There was the bed with the solid wooden base, the blue bedding, and all her furniture. Frankie smiled as he thought of how many hours of enthusiastic lovemaking he had shared with Sandra.

Yes, he would keep the bed for now. He stepped out and walked into the different bedrooms. They had made love in each bed at least twice, and except for the kitchen, had enjoyed an erotic moment everywhere in the house.

As he emerged back into the living room, he saw his mother standing at the door. Unfortunately for Frankie, he was suffering from quite an erection from his memories. However, her presence cured his condition quickly. He walked up and said, "Come on in, Mom."

She stepped in slowly. "How are you doing?"

"Fine."

"Made any decisions yet?"

"About what?"

"About what you're going to do with the house."

"Oh, I think I'll keep it. I mean, the market sucks to hell right now and I am sure there are some repairs that must be made. Mrs. Young had me fix a lot before I left, but after what her doctor had said I'm sure there's more damage that I don't know about yet."

"That is quite possible. Did I tell you that the fridge is unplugged?"

"No, you didn't."

"The day after Sandra passed, I asked that nice Mr. Rosin if a few of us could come in and get rid of the food that would spoil and shut the fridge down."

"That was pretty smart of you Mom."

"Millie and I split the food up and donated what neither of us could use. Have you called the electric company, water company, or gas company?"

"Not yet Mom."

"Well, I'd get on that if you're going to stay here."

"Mom?"

"Yeah, Frankie."

"Why do you think Mrs. Young left me so much?"

Frankie's mom smiled gently and said, "Sandra loved you like a son.

She would ask me about you all the time when you were in school.

Did you know she could not have children?"

"No, I didn't."

"Yeah, so she saw you as the son she never had. You may not remember this, but she used to make your mac, cheese, and lemonade all the time."

Frankie thought for a moment. He remembered the food, but not that Ms. Young had made it for him. "I always thought you made that for me."

"No, Sandra knew how stressed out I was and how much you loved it.

She gave me the recipe when I got older. It is why when you would ask for it, I would tell you in a day or two. I would call her that night and she would make it special for you the next day. She made me promise to never tell you, but I guess it's okay that you know the truth now."

Frankie felt himself choke up. He had no idea that Ms. Young had done that for him. "Mom, can I stay at your house tonight since I won't be able to do much here until tomorrow?"

To be continued