Corn fritters

Due to my injuries I am totally depending on family and friends to care for me. Yesterday, my mother was supposed to come over and help out but she came down with SARS or Ebola or maybe it is the flu, I'm not really sure; at any rate, she wasn’t able to come over. My youngest sister is back in school, my older sisters don't give a crap, nor does my father, and my brother, well, he is too worried about snatch to care, so it looked as though I was on my own yesterday. Thankfully, my mom was able to get one of her friends, Sharon, to come over and help me.

Sharon is an old crush of mine. In fact, she is the first woman I can ever remember giving me wood. As a young lad, I could just see her and instantly be harder than a Chinese tangram. She was beautiful; blonde hair, good face and a nice rack. Her only flaw was a flat(ish) rump.

Sharon is now in her mid-50's, but she is still an attractive woman. She has the slightly wrinkled face, you can tell her boobs are quite saggy, and if not for some dye, she would have a head full of gray hair, but like I said, she is still an attractive older woman. According to my mother, Sharon hasn’t been happy in her marriage for quite some time. I remember when Sharon’s mom died and her husband, Gilbert, went hunting rather than going to the funeral. Sharon stayed at our house for a few days after that ordeal. I don’t even think they sleep in the same room anymore, but they have remained married because of their kids.

So Sharon comes over with several grocery bags full of food and says she is going to cook me a nice meal. Considering, for the most part, I have been living off of Lean Pockets and bagels, I welcomed her offer. She cooked-up a batch of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, biscuits, gravy and these little drops of delight she called "corn fritters". I ate as much as my stomach would allow. Sharon sat there forking what little food was on her plate and eye-balling me. If she had not been a friend of my moms and just some random chick, I would have thought she was flirting with me, but I just thought that was her way of being nice.

Once I finished, she helped me over to the couch and as she was getting me comfortable, she was bent over and I could see down her shirt and I'm not talking about just seeing a little bra, I saw everything and I'm sure Sharon saw my excitement protruding from my sweat pants. Once I was comfortable, I thought she would leave, but she started giving me a shoulder massage and asking me if that felt good. I'm going to be honest, at this point I felt slightly uncomfortable; almost like she was some sort of child molester. I really can’t explain the feeling I had.
From that point, she walked around and started pulling my sweats down. I just sat there in amazement as she took to blowing my meat whistle and then she starts asking me if "momma is doing a good job". Please understand I am all about some dirty talk. Im cool with calling a girl a bitch, whore, slut, trash; anything she wants. I've even been known to slap a girl around a little when the mood is right for that type of thing, but when a chick starts calling herself "momma" it freaks me out, and considering this woman is my moms age, it was almost as if, at least in my minds-eye, that......I can't even say it and she wouldn’t stop: "Ummm....Momma likes that" "You want Momma to lick your balls?" "Give Momma your milk."

It was a total turnoff, but I didn’t stop her. From that point, she got down on the floor, pulled her pants off and started paddling the pink canoe and I just sat there watching. Her cooch looked old; like a tattered Indian moccasin or Dick Clark's elbow, but still, I sat there watching.

I've never been with a woman post-hysterectomy, so I really don't know if a woman's juices start to clabber once their cogs are removed, but Sharon's was leaking something. I remember one time when I left a jug of milk in my refrigerator for, like, 6 months and it got all clumpy and chunky; that is what this stuff looked like that was oozing out of her chasm. After a few minutes of her doing that, she got up and started riding me, and, honestly, she did it better than I was expecting. Her nipples were a bit hefty and a little on the flappy side, but she was quite enthusiastic in her riding, and, yes, she kept saying the "Momma" stuff which, of course, gave me a mental block.

She got off and I faked one. After she finished, she got dressed, cleaned the kitchen and left. She said she was coming back this afternoon, but I don’t think I am going to answer the door.