I've Seen Another Side to You

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In spite of the memories, that it aroused in him, Gregor took his time to look at the photograph. An image, just like it, was etched into his memory, like none other, but to hold the glossy card made everything behind that picture become real once more. He regretted nothing about all that had happened but had never been able to quell the dismay of having shared intimacies with Margriet, his adoptive mother, at times of deep emotional stress for her.
A brief message, written in Margriet's distinctive script, was to be seen on the back and as clear as when she had put into words what the sight of them together had aroused in her.
There had never been any doubt that he loved her, the woman he had bonded to and who had two kids of her own. But their close relationship had been formed over many years and times of healing; what she had done helping to ease, but not erase, the memories of abuse that he had suffered when still an infant. He had been taken into care before the adoption process and the road to being healed had been stepped out on and with her most of all.
'We sure were happy at that time and it never seemed to change,' he murmured as the picture was put back in the box of mementoes that he cherished and kept studiously, almost obsessively, along with others that served as waymarks to the life he had lived after being taken in by her and Frank Claasen, 'crazy as it all was and then became.'
The door to his 'home office', that he liked to call the small box room he had taken over, opened suddenly and as the old shoe box with its contents was put away.
'Here you are!' his wondrous wife Ineke said in some surprise, a moment's look of concern creasing her slender features. 'Didn't you hear me calling you, Gregor...darling?'
'Sorry, no...I didn't,' he smiled, 'you know me when my mind's on something.'
'But not on me?' Ineke teased, putting her arms about his neck and rising on tip toes to kiss him. 'We've a long drive ahead of us, so we'd better get going...'
'Relax, we'll get there in plenty of time.' he said on kissing her lightly and holding Ineke tightly to him. 'I'm glad we loved last night...you were wild...and noisy. We'd better behave tonight, be proper guests.'
'I'll try, but with you it will be difficult to do that when the urge takes you,' Ineke smiled, her eyes darting over his face to gauge his reaction. It seemed that he had withdrawn into himself for a moment so she would not press the point. She broke out of his embrace and took a moment to take him in, the mop of sandy brown hair that was always brushed back from his forehead, her husband's broad shoulders and the toned muscles in his arms and chest that his grey T-shirt revealed to her gaze, his faded hipster jeans that were fastened by a studded belt. 'Just looking at you makes me want you all over again...'
'Come on, or we'll never get on our way...' His thoughts were already spooling back to another time and a drive for a reunion that had far reaching consequences, for him and Margriet.
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He listened to her chatter as he drove along the expressway, heading north and east, into the less populated areas of Holland, an isolated hamlet in Friesland and an area he had grown to know well. His answers seemed to be enough, for Ineke talked on happily, a moment's touch to his arm a sure sign of her possessiveness.
His mind was elsewhere, though, and on a drive that had been the prelude to days and nights with Margriet. The first time he had been seduced into fucking her had been etched into his consciousness, her raw vitality and his responses unlike anything he had experienced before, or since. Their trysts had a singular meaning and were stored away in his memory of those times, and reckless trysts afterwards, in what could only be described as moments in what had become a torrid and unquenchable love life with her, and an impressionable young man's dream when the emotional ravages of puberty had finally been left behind.
That photo had certainly set his thoughts spooling back...
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'You're my saviour, darling...agreeing to drive for me and to be with me. Your Opa's not at all well and it's got me worrying.'
Henry Driessen and his wife Margot lived in Friesland, their homestead set on the edge of a quaint village, green fields and lines of poplar trees along the roads and dykes, and the skies above so high, or so it felt with the landscape flat and never ending. News had come that Opa Henry was in very poor health and Margriet had wanted to travel and be with him as soon as possible. He had juggled his work duties and was the only one able to accompany her, Frank unable to take time away from work, on a busy weekday, and his step brother and sister living away.
'It's no bother, Ma...and it gives me a chance to get out of the crush of the city. The people I work for are understanding...even if I've only been there a few weeks...'
'You'll make it up to them, I'm sure. Right now I need you to be with me...' asyabahis yeni giriş She brushed the fingers of one hand over his arm as she said it. 'We'll only stay for a night or two...promise.'
'It's okay, really...and they don't live in the back of beyond with lousy roads and no one else near them.'
Margriet smiled. Gregor was right on that. She brushed a hand through her hair as the wind, through the open window by her side, mussed it into a tangle. She sat back on her seat and gazed out of the window or met his glance her way.
'I don't want to impose on you for long....Gregor, darling,' she ventured, disconcerted that, now they were alone, he was more attentive than ever.
'I said that it's okay.' Gregor reached for and clenched her hand as it rested in her lap, the warmth of her thigh felt through the thin cotton summer dress that she had chosen to wear for the journey. Margriet's fleshy arms were lightly tanned and what could be seen of her knees and thighs was the same. The fake wrap round dress flattered her fulsome figure and that the seat belt, drawn tight across her breasts failed to keep from his wondering gaze. How disconcerting to have the fantasies of his youth come flooding in, as if a seawall had collapsed.
It was in some dismay that he heard that the farmstead's holiday cottage, a converted bier for cattle, was to be where the two of them would be sleeping, the single bedroom fitted with a large bed that Margriet would have to take, while he would pass the nights on a rickety camp-bed, a thin camping mattress a poor concession to achieving any comfortable sleep. The shower room, with its toilet, eased his concerns on privacy, but he was a young guy and student life had sharpened his survival skills and facing down challenges.
Once there, and after supper, he made his excuses for being tired after a long drive, and left Margriet to be with her parents, his Opa and Oma as he often spoke of them, and went to make ready for bed, to work on his laptop and see what had been missed through the day and that needed dealing with, even where he was.
It wasn't so long before the outer door creaked, and the light came on for a moment, before he saw Margriet standing in the dim of the narrow hallway, a distracted, even angry look, on her gaunt face. Clearly, something was bothering her and detracted from what remained of her once captivatingly attractive features. He had long ago taken Margriet for the woman she was.
'I've said my bit to them, for now,' she assured him in a cool voice that suggested that she was irritated by what had been spoken of to them. 'I didn't want you to be alone in here...you're a part of all this, you know?'
'Yes, I know...but some things remain between you and go back long before you took me in.'
Margriet touched his face, her wondering look changing her again, softened her features. 'I know, darling and I'm so glad that it was you who agreed to be with me. We'll always be close and in a special way.'
The hurt of his abandonment at a young age still haunted him, affected Gregor in his dealings with her. She shivered theatrically and rubbed the skin of her arms.
'Is it me or is it cold in here? I might need you to sleep by my side...keep us both warm.'
He snorted a laugh in dismay for her direct ways of suggesting it. 'That would be a first...'
'No, but it's been a long time...since you crawled into bed with me and Frank. You wanted comfort then...now I need some warmth in return.' She spoke openly and was seen to kick off her shoes and loosen the cloth belt of her dress, every movement keenly watched.
His prick twitched as a tumult of thoughts rushed in, and the knot of desire for her took a deepening hold in him. Why argue with what she had suggested? For many years before he'd tamped his first girl, he had found himself lusting for Margriet and that luscious voluptuous body that she kept hidden from him, only a V-neck blouse, sweater or dress revealing what might be found underneath her clothes. He had satisfied his errant lust for her with a new and captivating girlfriend, Ineke. shot many a spurt of cum when fantasizing about what he would like to see, touch and then discover with a woman who should be beyond his reach and fantasies.
She stood before him now and they were alone, quite alone.
'I won't embarrass you by getting undressed here...' she pouted, meeting his appraising look upon her and knowing what lay behind it. She had seen such stilled looks upon her before. 'Yes, we're going to be here together...so, I won't be long.'
He kicked off the thin covers and stood up from his bed, did so unsteadily before tugging away his T-shirt, fingered his prick that swung against the cotton fabric of his lounge pants that he'd chosen to sleep in.
The bedroom door scraped open, and the sight of her made him gasp. The hall light shone through Margriet's clingy nightdress, shaped the tumble of her breasts and her broad hips, the dark asyabahis giriş triangle of hair to her mound noticeable. It set his pulse racing and it was all he could do to keep from touching her.
'Margriet...' was all he said, in dismay, as the reality of all that could follow hit him, a thin cotton nightdress between him and his touches to Margriet's skin. She brushed fingers over his chest and smiled sweetly.
'Be with me,' was all she said and pulled back the thin duvet, with its floral pattern cover, and lay down, her look coaxing him to lie down beside her but a space between them, each wondering who would make the first move.
They lay in silence, the only light cast by a small table lamp on her side of the bed. Margriet moved and sought to reach out to turn it off.
'Leave it...' he commanded. 'Leave it on for a while longer,' he soon asked, his breaths on Margriet's bared shoulders as he drew her to him. 'You want this from me...'
'Yes, I do...' she replied softly, on reaching behind her, one hand on his neck drawing him close. She felt his breaths on her skin, the press of his penis against her fleshy buttocks as he kissed her softly. 'Yes... I want you very near to me, all night... crazy as it may seem.'
'Not to me it doesn't...'
Margriet clutched his hand as he embraced her, stilled his sought-after caresses and the making real of a dream she knew he had laboured with in his youth, the stains on his bed sheets a sure sign of her boy, as she still thought of him, jerking off.
'Make me glad that I brought you along. I'm feeling down about Opa, even scared at what is happening to him, and I just want you to hold me.' She wriggled her bum and pressed up against him, pushed back against his hard prick. He sought to move away but she followed him under the duvet and kept him to her, the fierce clamp of her hand on his signalling what she wanted. 'That feels so good...makes me feel so much better. I need your comfort...Opa's really not well...so I need some company...to be close to you, darling, as only we can be...and have been for so long.'
'But not like this...'
'No, but moments come rushing up at you...and you live to get through them. I want to see and be with another you...the man you now are.' She nestled closer, took his hand and placed it on her belly, pressed it into her skin in a slow rhythmic movement.
He knew it had never been so overtly expressed, her longing for particular comfort and that it should be offered by him. His hand was soon drawn down over her belly, to rest on her mound, where she kept it. He felt the coarseness of her hair through the thin cotton of her nightdress.
'I'm getting lost over you, Margriet...it already feels so good being here with you.'
She laughed softly on hearing his admission of longing for her. 'I could tell that...wonder how you can still feel that way about me after so long.'
'It's...it's a forbidden love...but it nags at me.'
After a few moments of silence, while they lay against each other talking and touching, his prick twitching uncontrollably against her back or against her nightie-covered bum, she whispered, gave voice to her dismay at what she felt. 'It's flattering that you could still be aroused by your old and flabby mother.'
'I've never thought of you in those ways...and you have much to attract me, any man...still...even now,' he blurted out, his admission not as tactful or complimentary as he had intended it to sound.
She startled him by breaking free of his embrace and sitting up, her hand tugging awkwardly at her nightdress. He sat up and sought to help her undress, to share in the preambles of taking her and she discovering what he would bring to satisfy his longing for her.
'See me naked, then tell me what you think? We can live easier with each other when we've been together like this...Gregor, darling.'
Her hands brushed over his chest and hampered him as he shoved off his lounge pants. On a soft murmur of appreciation and dismay, she grabbed his erect, trembling prick as it sprung free. She soon slid her fingers in slow movements up and down his shaft and cupped his sac, bent to lick and kiss its veined sides, flickered her tongue brazenly over the hood, her touches excruciatingly pleasurable.
His hands were in Margriet's hair, his sharp intakes of breath soon heard as she sucked and brought him on. 'You...you want this from me...all of it?'
'Yes, and only from you, whenever I can. I'm really not sure how long I can keep seeing you and knowing how I make you feel...to be so hard and long....without bringing you into me and we lose it all with each other. We might not be able to do it again, darling...to enjoy this forbidden love. It's not a choice I'm going to make...'
She lay back and surrendered to is claims on her breasts, how his lips and tongue worked over them, one then the other, as his fingers brushed slowly over her belly and tugged on her pubic hair, parted her pussy lips. asyabahis güvenilirmi She spread her legs and started sliding her fingers over her clit while Gregor continued to work on her breasts, to gently suck on her hardened nipples, his squeezes upon them sending racing shivers of longing coursing through her body, her fingers, then together with his, working her clit and bringing her on.
'You've found me...found me...already!' she gasped, twisting to share in snorted kisses as the sharing of these questing touches and claims became too much for them to bear. Shuddering, she felt her body erupt in a shattering orgasm, felt her juices on their fingers as she gasped out words of endearment before meeting his kisses, the look of wonder in his eyes upon her, the heat of his breaths as she felt him kiss her back and shoulders, coaxed her to lift one leg, and place it on his thigh, until he settled against her, and she knew what would follow.
'Let me in...let me in, please?' he kissed, not waiting for her as he pushed her into a foetal position, the tip of his penis sliding along her crack then pressing at her opening.
'Come to me, darling....bring it all to me, even like this,' she groaned, shivering from the charge of excitement at what would follow and on feeling his breaths of anticipation on her skin before he entered. Her fingers worked her pussy lips as she felt the questing slip of Gregor's penis find its way home in her body. This invasion of her deepest haven was unlike anything she had conceded to before. It set her emotions soaring as she was claimed by her lover, no longer a boy but a demanding young man. She languished in the beguiling claims made upon her, in the fevered clamp of his hands to her breasts, her awkward tugs on his gorged prick as he slowly thrust in and out of her. She was at one with him in his raging need to find an answer to his obsession for her and she for him, she now realised. 'Lie back, darling...let me love with you...really love.'
He did as she asked, the strength of his hands keeping her to him. She shuddered uncontrollably. She felt impaled on him. She moved to sit on Gregor's hips and leant back, supported her weight on outstretched hands that clamped his chest and arms, as they humped each other, as she rode him in frantic rocking and easing motion, the brush of her fingers to her slit sharpening her pleasure.
'You wonder!' he gasped, his snorted breaths of effort felt against her back for a moment, before he lay down again, his touches on her hips encouraging her increase the tempo of her claims upon him.
'You are all of that to me Gregor, darling!' her wanton gasps of pleasure aroused by all that they pursued in body and mind. 'I've...I've got to turn round...have to see you...let me go!'
Gregor's caresses and searching thrusts slowed. Somehow, and carefully, Margriet shifted her weight and turned on him, stretched his prick as she moved to straddle his hips and let him completely fill her once more. She leant forward and brushed her aching nipples over his chest in lazy sways of her body, his lips soon on them.
'Margriet...oh...oh, Margriet!'
He was lost in pleasure, clamped his muscles tight to stem the rush of longing that he knew could only end in one way and him bursting. He sucked on her breasts like a hungering babe. He clamped them with his hands to stop their sway as Margriet rode him.
They rutted like beasts, the bed creaking in protest and their skins slapping against the other in a wild, manic rhythm, Margriet's gasps filling the room as she felt the approach of another orgasm, the wracking of her body out of wanton pleasure.
'Finish it darling! Finish it with me!'
'In this way! You're with me...body and soul!' he gasped and forcibly making her roll over and a pounding rhythm was set, all sense of propriety and restraint long forsaken. They were like beasts, fucking hard, kissing wildly and Margriet caressing his body with her arms, hands and legs, lifting her hips off the bed and tugging on him, each performing acts on the other with no reprieve.
'It shouldn't be happening...but I want it from you! I don't want to hurt you!'
She was in another world. 'You won't...just go on!'
Margriet clung to him, her mind and body possessed by raging thoughts once more, by what she was sharing with him, an all- consuming tryst exceeding everything she had shared in before, even with Frank. She was being taken out of herself.
Gregor shuddered and thrust in deep until his hips slammed against her butt cheeks. On a yell, responded to by her fearsome embrace, he burst, stifled his sharp groans of pain and pleasure as bolts of his semen found the wet, slicked and warm haven of the woman who had occupied his boyhood dreams.
'Darling...together...we're together!' she yelped, shuddering as waves of a drugging orgasm overwhelmed her. She had drained him, discovered rousing fulfilment with her Gregor. Reluctantly, she eased him off her and nestled against his warm body, stilled his questing hands. The dam to his longing, and her restraint, had been breached. 'I don't want the morning to come...'
They moved again, and soon lay in each other's arms, Margriet pressing down on him, before they fell into a languorous sleep.