My parents divorced when I was eight years old. It was decided that I was better off being raised by my mother. The family court judge gave me the option of visiting my dad whenever I wanted. At least I could have if he had stuck around, but he didn't. He moved from Louisiana all the way out to Oregon. I guess seeing mom hugged up to another guy and living it up off the money he'd worked for his entire life was just too much.
Dad and I kept in touch by telephone and written letters (those were all mine, dad didn't write so good). He sent a card every Christmas and on my birthday with cash tucked inside. My senior year in high school I decided to apply to colleges near dad so I'd have an excuse to go out west and hang out with him a little while. As luck would have it, I got accepted by a small college right in the same town dad lived in. We were both pretty psyched about finally having some time to bond. But fate can be a bitch sometimes. About two months before I was set to leave my mom knocked on my bedroom door and I could tell right away it was something bad. She'd gotten a phone call. Dad had dropped dead of a heart attack while mowing his lawn.

My dad didn't have a whole hell of a lot left after mom's lawyers got through with him during the divorce. But he had managed to buy himself another house. A small one, in a not too bad neighborhood. He also had an older model car. It wasn't exactly something I would have bought, but it was something dad probably loved. He always did like huge cars. He left both and a small sum of cash to me in his will.
I moved into the house in early August, just before classes began. It sat on a quiet cul-de-sac. Most of my neighbors appeared to be older like dad had been. Which was fine with me. I enjoyed the peace and quiet. Most of the neighbors came over those first few days to convey their condolences and tell me how much I looked like my dad. Some brought me food, a few wanted to set me up with their granddaughters or great grand-nieces. I smiled and humored them.
Heather was different though. She lived directly beside me and was often in her backyard working in her garden. She'd smile and wave when she saw me and call me over to the fence to talk. She always wanted to know if I needed anything, was I eating right, was school leaving me enough time for a social life?? She invited me for dinner at her house a couple of times before I finally accepted, having run out of believable excuses to say no. I discovered she was an amazing cook. We sat in her living room afterward and drank a few beers while we talked. Turns out she'd married young to a much older man. Despite the difference in their ages they'd shared a "once in a lifetime love" according to Heather. Her husband had been gone several years now.
Somehow she talked me into letting her come over and clean my house, wash the dishes, do the laundry, cook meals. To be honest I still don't remember how she managed that, but I insisted on paying her. Dad had left me a little cash and I didn't feel right having her slaving away over me for free.

I guess it was about a month after she started cleaning and cooking that she caught me checking her out. I couldn't help myself. I'd met a cute girl at school and she was a major cock tease. Earlier in the day she'd left me with a major case of blue balls. I was horny. And Heather was an attractive woman. She reminded me of Helen Mirren, the actress with her white, formerly blonde hair and her steel blue eyes. But mostly because she had a huge rack. Two gorgeous natural tits that still hadn't sagged all that much despite her age.
She had bent down in front of me to pick something up off the floor and I immediately zoomed in on her breasts just hanging there, visible through the low neckline of her blouse. She looked up, caught me red handed and smiled. I felt warmth flush up my neck and into my cheeks and forehead. I apologized, she laughed and waved it off.
"Don't," she smiled. "I'm thrilled a young man still wants to look."
We laughed and talked a bit, I changed the subject and that was that. Except... when she came over the next day, and the day after that she seemed to purposefully bend over in front of me, or brush up against me or do a half dozen other little things to raise my blood pressure and arouse me. Our chatting took on a tone of subtle flirtation and we began making eye contact a lot and lingering on one another just long enough to raise the tiny hairs on the back on my neck.
One night Heather finished her work and sat down across from me. We always talked after she finished. This night the subject of my love life came up. I mentioned I sort of had a girlfriend who went to school with me. But she was a real tease. She got off playing head games and I wasn't sure I liked her all that much anymore.
Heather agreed I should probably move on, then she asked me if she could tell me something. I said sure.
"Now you have to be honest and tell me if I'm crossing any lines here," she said. "But in all honesty, I'd really like to suck your cock."
I sat there surprised for a moment. She took my hesitation for a negative and began apologizing. This time I was the one that told her not to.
"You have no reason to apologize," I said. "I just wasn't expecting that."
"I can be a little blunt at times," she told me.
"I like that about you," I said. "And to be totally honest, I'd love for you to do that."
She smiled. "Really??"
I nodded. "Absolutely."
She got up and came over to the chair I was sitting down on and sat on my lap, caressing one slim hand down my face. We kissed. She was a damn good kisser. I could feel her lithe tongue probing around inside my mouth, sliding across my own tongue. After several minutes of kissing I was hard enough to cut diamonds.
She got up off my lap and began undressing slowly, giving me a show. I watched her unbutton her blouse and drop it on the floor, then reach around and unsnap her bra. When it hit the floor I finally saw her magnificent breasts with their fat dark brown nipples. She started to kneel down, but I held a hand up.
"Take everything off," I asked. "Please."
She chuckled and kicked off her shoes then shrugged off her jeans and finally her panties. She was clean shaven. I didn't know older ladies did that. I smiled.
Now she sunk down to her knees and worked at my belt before unsnapping my jeans and pulling the zipper down. She reached into my boxers and pulled my hard throbbing cock out.
She nuzzled my cock against the side of her face, then ran it slowly down to her chin to the other side of her face before kissing it gently.
"I always loved sex," she said. "I most especially always loved sucking a nice big cock. It's been a fetish of mine since I was a young girl."
"It's all yours beautiful," I told her.
She ran her tongue all the way down the shaft, then back up again. She teased all around beneath the cap of my head, then licked down again until she found my balls. These she sucked on gently while stroking my cock.
"Mmmm," she made low husky satisfied sounds as she sucked my balls. "Mmmmm."
I could feel the vibrations of her voice course through my balls. It felt amazing.
Finally she opened her mouth and took me in, deep throating me. I'd never been deep throated before. In no time my cock was slathered in her saliva as she took me in deep, held me there, then pushed me back out. It felt so good I curled my toes and leaned back in my chair, eyes shut.
When I finally felt myself about to explode I told her and she opened her mouth wide and pointed my cock directly at her face. I blew my load all over her lips, mouth and nose. I sat there shuddering as little electric tingles coursed through my body.
"I've missed the taste of cum," she told me, scooping my jizz into her mouth with a finger.
I sighed and laughed. "Oh wow...that was...it was unreal."
"Glad you enjoyed it," she stood up, smiling down at me. "Could a lady trouble you to return the favor?? I'd love for you to eat my pussy."
"Don't have to ask me twice," I told her. "Let's go into the bedroom though. It's more comfy."
I stood and she took a firm grip of my cock and led me into my bedroom where she crawled onto my bed and lay there with her legs spread. I crawled in between them and fingered and licked, sucked, and pulled her clit and pussy until she orgasmed. By the time she came I was more than ready to go again. She had a request though.
"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she said. "My late husband was the only man whose cock ever entered my pussy and I'd like to keep it that way, if you don't mind."
"Its fine by me," I told her. "But I don't have any lube."
"I do," she said. She got up and put on some clothes and ran over to her house, then came back with a large tube of Astroglide.
"For my rubber dong," she smiled, undressing. "I have some toys at home."
I lubed up and she hunkered down on all fours in front of me. I used a finger to lube her asshole. It looked pretty puckered and tight, but she surprised me. When I went to push myself in, my cock slipped right in. Fucking her asshole was as easy as fucking a nice wet pussy, and just as tight. I loved it. She groaned and moaned and my bed squeaked, the headboard slapping the wall with each thrust. Her big tits swung back and forth and I slapped her ass red. Finally I blew my load deep inside of her ass and pulled out.
We lay there side by side smiling for a moment, then she snuggled up beside me, kissing my cheek.
"Thanks for making an old woman very happy," she said.
"Pleasure was all mine," I told her. We fell asleep together like that. When I woke up she had gone home.

Heather and I continued having sex on an almost daily basis throughout my time at Southern Oregon University. Even when I did find a girlfriend my own age, something on which Heather insisted, she and I kept fucking each other. And to this day I've never had a better blowjob.
Eventually I graduated and came back home to Louisiana, selling both my dad's old home and the car and settling down here in Metairie with a girl I met at SOU.