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My Best Friend's Legacy (Part 1) By Aristotle Jones
"Marky, where are my fucking shoes?" Lucas Grant called to his best friend's son.
Six months before Luke lost his shoes, he lost his best Friend Mark Bryant. They had grown up together (though many an ex-girlfriend would hotly contest the claim that Luke had grown up at all). The will had named Luke as executor of Mark and Yuriko's will and guardian of their only son Marky.
"They're in the hall where you took them off" Marky Bryant called back. He was 13 combined the Asian beauty of his mother with the height of his father. When he had heard the news that he was to live with his godfather Marky had been petrified. The Lucas Grant Marky knew was a mess of unkempt blond hair, missed birthdays and old books, but any doubts Marky had had about his guardian had been dispelled once the two began to live together.
As he laced up his shoes Luke Grant looked at himself in the huge mirror on the back of the front door, he was 35, tall, in reasonable shape and had brown eyes with a mane of unkempt thick blond hair. He also had a ward... or was a ward. He wasn't quite sure what a ward was but he knew Bruce Wayne had one in the form of Dick Grayson and while he had always suspected it was a sixties euphemism for "under-age sex toy" he liked the word and thought it applied nicely to Marky.
Luke was going out, since Marky had moved in he had put his social life on hold and it was time for payback! Luke was going to a concert and a bar in the hope of finding himself a woman.
"There's a gold hare hooking a pew" one of Luke's friends screamed in his ear over the sound of the band. At least... that was what Luke heard.
"There's a girl over there looking at you" his friend Terry screamed with more success this time. Luke followed his glance to a tallish girl wearing a leather mini and an off-the shoulder aged rock T-shirt that revealed red bra straps, the girl was indeed smiling at him from behind a glass as she drank.
"I'd do her" Terry sniffed as if to suggest that his standards were high. The man carried around a copy of the Communist Manifesto on the off chance it might impress a checkout girl... one can reasonably imply from this that Terry was in fact more desperate than a possessor of high standards.
Luke made his way through the crowd and stood behind the girl as she danced, his eyes slid lustily up and down her body as she moved her hips sexily to the music. He was about to say something when she took a step backwards, Her fantastic body pressing against his as she started to grind up against him. Luke was hard instantly as he felt her soft arse grind up against him, his hands snaked round her and cupped her breasts as she bobbed and swayed to the music that, all of a sudden, Luke couldn't really concentrate on.
As the song ended the girl spun around and quickly planted a kiss on Luke's surprised lips, her long thin tongue wrapped itself around his as she started to grind her front against his, her hands slid down his front, momentarily pinching at his nipples before reaching his now solid cock. "Mmmmm..." she moaned into his ear "feels like someone wants some attention too" Luke didn't have time to respond before he was being dragged towards the nearest toilet.
The girl pushed Luke into one of the stalls and closed the door behind her, in a flash she was on her knees unbuckling his trousers which promptly fell round his ankles as she released his bulging cock from his briefs. Her huge eyes looked up at him and she licked her lips, running the edge of her red fingernail up the length of his pole. From Luke's wrinkled and tightened balls to the tip of his circumcised cock. As she reached the tip she collected some of pre-cum on the tip of her finger and carried it to her lips, sighing her approval.
With one swift and fluid movement she drew herself up, opened her red lips and took his cock into her mouth. Lucas groaned as much from the thought as from the sensations she was causing. She ran her strong tongue around the tip of his prick causing him to groan again before opening her mouth even wider and taking him to the back of her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed the tip of his dick, her throat muscles seeming to milk it. In a whirl of tongue she drew back and began working the head of Luke's prick, nibbling and rubbing with that tongue, she had him writhing in his seat, moaning. As Luke was circumcised, he usually didn't feel all that much when girls went down on him (apart from the occasional tooth) but this woman was different... she knew exactly what she was doing, she used tooth, tongue and lips to keep him gasping for breath and forcing myself to sit still. Occasionally she would break off and deep throat him again, the relief from the intense feelings actually amplified the smooth feeling of her throat gently wanking his engorged member.
Suddenly her moves changed, from alternating sucking and working the sensitive tip of his cock she began to suck hard... bobbing her head in his lap, her tongue seemed to swirl around the length of Luke's dick as she sucked harder and faster. Soon he felt his orgasm approaching, he tried to warn her and push her off but she ignored him, keeping a tight grip on his thighs as she bobbed her head.
Luke came harder than he'd ever come before, specks of light danced around the periphery of his vision as a wave of bliss swept over him. She kept sucking and slurping as he ejaculated in her mouth, he could feel his cock spasming in her mouth. Eventually Luke reached the end of his orgasm, he sat for a few moments with his trousers around his ankles and his mouth hanging open, trying desperately to form a coherent sentence to express his appreciation.
The girl reached into her handbag pulling out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, she flipped the lighter open and lit the flame... for the first time that evening Luke could clearly see her face.
"Hi Luke" she grinned.
"Marky? Is that you?" Luke gasped.
Marky wasn't sure what to make of himself. He'd lived with Luke for six months and he'd wanted to pay him back for his hospitality and kindness since the death of Marky's parents and thought that the way he had chosen could make them both happy.
"Maybe I'm fucked up," Marky thought to himself as the London night sped past his taxi's window as he headed back to the flat "maybe I can't relate to people in a normal way". These were both valid questions, most people do not get dressed up as women and seduce the people they want to say thank you to. But he knew how much he'd longed to get his hands and mouth on Luke's big prick and he'd seen how much pleasure Luke had taken from what Marky had done to him... so could that really be wrong ultimately? Right or wrong it was done now and they'd both have to live with the consequences.
Just over six months before that fateful evening, Marky Bryant was returning home from school. Marky was relieved, as he hated school, he was relieved that he wouldn't have to put up with the catcalls and the endless bullying. He still couldn't understand why his parents had chosen to send a thin bookish kid to a boarding school that was famed for being "outward bound".
While English schools lack the clear and universal hierarchies of American schools it was foolish to assume that they didn't have cliques, groups and gangs. Marky was neither rich, nor sporty nor particularly academic and this made him something of a target for older and more popular boys.
"Bryant, you utter cunt!" an older boy had once said to him in front of the whole class "You can't think, you can't run and you don't know anyone useful... the only possible purpose you could ever serve is by providing a sexual release for the class". That had stung and it had also stuck. They never said he was gay... that would be too easy to live down; they just said that he was a waste of space apart from as a wanking-substitute.
"Mum... Dad... I'm home!" Marky called up the stairs as he let himself into his parents' house in Surrey. The response was quiet. Marky made his way into the kitchen and picked up the note left on the kitchen counter:
Marky,
Sorry we couldn't be home when you got back. We had to travel into London at the last minute. We should be home tomorrow or the day after at the latest.
We'll call you tonight, in the mean time Rose will be in at around four and we asked Reverend Frank to look in on you at some point.
We're looking forward to seeing you very soon.
Love,
Mum and Dad.
Marky sat on a stool at the kitchen counter and sighed theatrically. It wasn't so much that his parents were away that annoyed him... it happened quite a bit. What annoyed him was that he was learning about it now. Suddenly he heard the key in the back door.
"Coo-Eee!" called Rose's familiar voice. "Oooh Marky you're home! Come and give me a big hug!"
Marky smiled and went and gave Rose a big hug, normally he didn't like hugging people (far too American) but Rose was different, Rose had always been kind to him and besides, he kind of liked it.
Rose looked Marky up and down and clucked about his having grown, she was in her early forties with reddish blond hair and red cheeks. Tall and a little on the plump side one would far more quickly call Rose "Handsome" than one would "pretty" or, even less "beautiful". She gave Marky another big hug, squashing her huge soft breasts against his slim frame, instantly Marky could feel the adolescent hormones flowing through his veins and his cock begin to swell.
She quickly broke the embrace and looked past him to the bags on the floor "... and I see you've brought me a big load of washing too".
"Ooh... sorry, I..." Marky began.
Rose waved him silent, it was her job to clean up for the Bryant family and it was one she had been doing with good humour for the last ten years.
"Go and have a shower, I know how filthy those trains are and I don't want you leaving greasy fingerprints all over the place" Rose clucked, shooing him up the stairs, hoisting his bags onto her shoulder.
As per usual, the second Marky stepped into the shower and started to wash himself he got hard, unusually for him he hadn't had a wank all day and when one combined this with the two encounters he had had with Rose's big soft tits, he was ready for release. He squeezed an extra-generous portion of shower gel into his hand and started to lather up his swelling 6" adolescent cock, his hand slick with soapy bubbles he began to pump it up and down. His right left hand stroking and cupping his tightened balls as he pumped his right hand up and down his rock hard member, giving the head a tweak before sliding his fist back down to the base, despite himself Marky let out a low moan as the tiredness of the trip and the cat-calls of his class mates melted away leaving only the pleasure he was giving himself.
Then the water turned cold. Ice cold. With a yelp Marky half-fell and half-jumped out of the shower, his soapy hard cock standing straight up as he lay on the bathroom floor. Marky groaned again but this time in frustration... the hot water heater was acting up AGAIN. Wiping the worst of the soap from his body Marky grabbed a towel and opened the bathroom door, leaving the ice-cold shower running.
He exited the bathroom and headed downstairs to turn the hot water back on but something caused him to freeze in his tracks. As he passed by the sitting room on the ground floor he saw Rose through the half-open door.
Rose was sitting on the sofa; her long skirt was hiked up onto her thighs, which were wide open. In one hand she held a pair of Marky's sweaty gym shorts to her nose, with the other she was frenetically rubbing herself through a pair of pink satin panties. As she squirmed with pleasure Marky saw the straps of her suspenders, holding up her flesh-coloured stockings.
Despite himself Marky let a "Rose?" escape from his lips, immediately causing Rose to look to the door and stop her self-pleasuring.
"Rose... what are you doing? Are those my shorts?" he asked stepping into the room.
Rose seemed startled... unsure of how to respond, Marky was about to speak again when she replied "Mmmm I just love your smell Marky... it gets me so... wet! My boys have left home now, I can't smell them but you... you're still here"
Marky was so surprised by this response that he didn't notice the towel slipping from his grasp.
Rose grinned; her eyes locked on his hard cock "Ooh you have grown... I thought so when I felt it earlier... come here and let Rose have a proper look at it" she beckoned him closer, her other hand bringing the shorts to her nose again.
He stepped forward gingerly and instantly she grabbed his cock, she looked up at him, squeezing and touching it as if evaluating fruit at the market.
"I've been wanting to have a goooood look at this thing for quite a while now Marky but you've kept it hidden from me" and with that, she slid off the sofa and knelt in front of him. She paused to grin up at him again before opening her mouth wide and moving her head forward till all of Marky's cock had disappeared, she giggled, feeling Marky's frustration as she kept him there for a few seconds... his cock in her mouth but not touching her mouth.
Then she closed her mouth and the rush of sensations almost caused Marky to buckle at the knees, he'd wondered what it felt like to have his cock sucked since he had first encountered the idea and it would be fair to say that he wasn't disappointed. Rose moved her tongue slowly and sensuously, wrapping around his rod like a snake. Her hands drifted up the back of his thighs till they cupped his buttocks, and with that she pulled him forward into her mouth. Rose let out a moan, the vibrations of which shot up Marky's back. Slowly she started to move her head back and forth, her tongue licking, probing and caressing his length as he slid in and out of her soft wet lips.
Marky was beside himself with pleasure... he had never experienced anything like the feelings Rose was giving him, unconsciously he started moving his hips forward, pushing his cock into her mouth, this seemed to turn Rose on even more as she cupped his buttocks hard, squeezing and mauling them, forcing his cock back into her mouth.
"Mmmm yesss, fuck my mouth!" Rose hissed round Marky's cock.
Marky started thrusting harder and harder, Rose stood still as he pumped his hard cock in and out of her warm mouth, soon he could feel the tell-tale tingle in his balls that spoke of an imminent orgasm.
Marky barely had time to grunt a warning as his spunk leapt from his cock and landed on Rose's face, jet after jet of adolescent sperm covered the cleaning lady's face.
"Oh... I'm s-s-s-sorry... it just crept up on me" Marky stuttered apologetically.
Rose just smiled as se licked the cum that had splattered round her mouth, she ran one finger across her forehead collecting some of Marky's sexy deposit and outstretched her hand towards him.
"Here... I've tasted it, now you taste it" she whispered.
Gingerly Marky took Rose's hand and licked the cum that was now dripping down her hand, it was a salty strange taste, unlike anything he had ever tasted before.
"You're a kinky bugger aren't you... eating your own cum" chuckled rose as she struggled to her feet.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked.
Rose merely shook her head "No. Not now. That was just a starting place, I've got work to do now and I'm sure you've got some unpacking to do. Come over to my place tonight after your parents call and we'll get to know each other properly".
Marky nodded his consent, still slightly speechless at what had just happened.
Rose picked up Marky's gym kit and left the room, pausing only to look back over her shoulder at the stunned and naked teen and sigh contentedly.
The rest of the afternoon Marky spent on the net. He'd loved what Rose had done to him and wanted to find out what he could do to make her feel as good as he had. He found a wide range of sexual FAQS from the stuff he wanted right up to the more extreme stuff like how to have sex with a dolphin. But he couldn't help but wonder what Rose had meant about smelling her sons... had she done to them what she'd just done to him? Geoff and Peter were about 6 five years older than him and had left for university not that long previously... had Rose been sucking her own sons? From the stories he read on the internet this seemed to be quite a common occurrence... a mother would surprise her son masturbating and then obviously start sucking his cock and fucking him six ways from Sunday. But Marky knew that these things were fantasies and that these kinds of things didn't happen in the real world.
Marky was so absorbed by what he found on the net that he almost didn't hear the phone ring when his parents checked in with him. They apologised but Marky's initial disappointment at their not being there had now been replaced by a desire for them not to come home... so that he could spend more time with Rose. As soon as his parents had rung off he showered and put his school uniform back on... he wasn't sure what to expect when he got over to Rose's so he went for his smartest clothes.... Rose had always admired him in them too.
He slipped out the back door and went through the fence at the back of his garden, it was a slightly tighter fit than he could remember but then he hadn't used it for years and he was, as rose had pointed out, bigger now. He hurried across the village to Rose's cottage, the sweet smell of the honeysuckle round the door thick in his nose as he knocked.
Marky waited for what seemed like an eternity before Rose came to open the door but what he saw when she opened the door made it infinitely worthwhile.
Rose was wearing a thin, partly transparent long black coat which hung slightly open revealing a pink basque with matching panties, suspenders holding up lace-topped black stockings and Rose's ample breasts seeming to burst out of the top. She quickly pulled Marky inside her house, the hot wet mouth that had so willingly received his cum earlier now clamped tightly to his lips, that heavenly tongue now wrestling his as she pinned him to the closed door.
"You look... stunning" Marky said and instantly cursed himself for his lack of originality or wit.
"What about you love?" she cooed in his ear as he kissed her throat "School uniform?" She kissed him hard on the lips again "Kinky bugger... I've always liked it as it's tight... here" and with that she grabbed him through his trousers provoking a startled yelp from the teenager as she then lead him upstairs, her hand still gripping his package.
Mark had never been in Rose's bedroom (why would he have been?) but the big bed, flowery wallpaper and big country-style furniture were what he had expected and been thinking about since that morning.
Shutting the door behind them, Rose pushed Marky backwards, leaving him lying on his back on her bed. Slowly she shrugged her black coat off of her shoulders and let it drop sexily to her feet.
"Take your clothes off" she hissed, her hand gently caressing her pussy through her pink satin panties as she watched the 13 year old boy on her bed struggle out of his uniform.
"I bet you want to get your hands on these lovely big tits don't you?" Rose asked, shaking her corseted chest at Marky in a fleshy display of lusciousness.
Mark nodded wordlessly, his hand reaching for his now throbbing cock.
"Now, now... not so fast love... we want you to last" Rose said, she stepped towards the headboard and produced a silk scarf from underneath the pillow and begun tying it to Mark's wrists, "can't have you cumming before I'm ready, can we?" she asked coyly as she started to do the same to his feet.
Mark strained against his bonds, more to see what being tied up felt like than out of any desire to escape but his mind did fill with unjustified fears of Rose leaving him there naked to be found by rose's truck driving husband when he got home.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked.
"The question young master Bryant is not what I am going to do, but what YOU are going to do" she replied kicking off her shoes and stepping onto the bed. Rose stood over Marky and slowly peeled her pink satin panties down her legs, revealing to the boy her now sopping wet reddish blond bush. She lazily kicked her panties away and squatted over the teen's face, bending until she could feel his hot and ragged breath on her pussy.
"Eat my pussy you little slut!" she hissed at him.
She needn't of asked, Marky lifted himself up on his elbows and buried his face in her hot, wet fragrant pussy, her smell was intoxicating and her taste sweet as he started to lick at her dark damp hole. Rose squirmed against his face, covering it in her fluids, she started breathing harder as the boy found her already swollen clit and started to lick, suck and kiss the fleshy nub.
"Mmmmm yes! Lick my pussy Marky! Make me feel good!"
Marky's breathing was as ragged as hers as he concentrated on her clit, trying to apply the half-remembered FAQs he had read that afternoon. His tongue whirled around her clit, the sweet taste of her hot cunt filled his mouth.
"Harder and focus on the clit... up and down!" Rose offered helpfully as she propped herself up against the headboard.
He followed her directions to the limit, his tongue working back and forth in small patterns over her clitoris as her breathing reached a plateau, soon she was less breathing than moaning with each breath. Suddenly Rose held her breath as her whole body seemed to contract, she clamped her delicious white thighs closed over his face and came hard, the sensation of the teen's tongue on her super-stimulated clit too much to take as she screamed out her orgasm.
Still trying to regain her breath Rose stepped off of the bed and started to undo her boy-lover's bonds. She paused as she undid his right leg and looked out the window into the dark garden.
"What's wrong?" Marky asked.
"Nothing... just thought I saw something" Rose smiled as she took off her corset and stood naked before the boy for the first time. She smiled at Marky who was still lying on his back on her bed, his stiff teen cock pointing up into the air.
"You're stunning" he said again.
"Oh shush boy" she laughed picking up her wet panties with her foot and throwing them at his face, hitting the target perfectly.
Marky lifted the pink satin panties from his face and smelled them, they were still warm and still carried the scent of the pussy he had just eaten.
"Try them on" Said Rose with a smile.
The teenager did as she said, they were a bit big for him but he instantly fell in love with the feeling of satin against his hard prick.
"You see... kinky bugger" Rose chuckled as she climbed back onto the bed, her hand seeking out his hardness. Through the satin of her panties, Rose started to rub Marky's already hard cock. The feeling of satin sliding up and down his length made him groan loudly.
"Please..." he protested "too good...".
Rose smiled "We can't have you going off so soon can we?" she asked, pulling his engorged member through the leg of her silky undies. "I think it's time I got this cock of yours in me" and with that she climbed on top of him again. She squeezed him tight and winked at him as she placed the tip of his manhood at the entrance of her moist pussy before lowering herself down till he was buried deep inside her.
Marky groaned, enjoying the feeling of her pussy and the weight on top of him.
Slowly Rose started to rock back and forth, rubbing her clit against the length of his cock, this quickly had her hot and bothered again, her breathing quick as she rested on her calves.
Then Rose started to raise and lower herself up and down the length of Marky's cock, he looked down and moaned as he could see his cock disappear into the body of his cleaning lady. He started to react, as she lowered herself down he would raise his hips to meet her. Marky's hands quickly found Rose's floppy big breasts, squeezing them as she slid his cock in and out of her inferno of a cunt.
Soon Marky was raising his hips hard to meet Rose's thighs as their fucking started to pick up speed and rhythm. The sound of the headboard banging against the wall acted as a metronome as Rose rode her teenaged lover harder and faster.
Marky started to moan and squirm under his middle-aged lover, he kneaded and squeezed her heavy breasts with each downward stroke as he desperately tried to hold off his orgasm.
"Shoot for me you little bastard!" Rose hissed "Shoot your spunk inside Rose's cunny!"
With Rose's blessing Marky let go, his balls erupting into Rose for the second time that day. Rose continued to slide his cock in and out of her, squeezing the last drops of cum from his balls before sliding all the way down, his spent cock now buried inside her.
"That was fantastic!" Mark said simply, a beatific grin covering his young features. "Mmmm definitely... room for improvement though" Rose mock-chided climbing off him "But now I'm full of cum".
"Oh... we should have used a condom" Mark offered remembering the lectures, videos and classes on safe sex he had been exposed to over the years.
"It's a bit of a mess is all" Rose said sliding a finger into her cunt and removing it covered in cum.
Without a word Rose climbed on the bed again "Trust me... I know you'll love this" she said as she squatted again over her young lover's face.
Marky looked at the pussy that had just so well brought him off when drip by drip his cum started to flow out of Rose. Trusting her implicitly he opened his mouth and started to drink, sliding his tongue again into her soft wet cunt, cleaning out all of his teen cum and swallowing it.
Climbing off him Rose kissed his cum and pussy tasting lips and said simply "Kinky bugger".
The following morning a tired Marky crept back towards his own home. Rose's husband was due back that afternoon and all evidence of their little tryst had to be cleaned up and Rose knew that as far as tidying up was concerned, teenaged boys are far more of a hindrance to a help so she sent him home wearing her panties from the previous night as a gift.
Marky had barely let himself back in and looked in the fridge for breakfast than there was a knock on the door.
As promised the local vicar Reverend Thomas Frank was standing at his door.
"Oh... morning Rev" a tired Marky smiled, he'd known the priest since he was tiny.
Frank was tall at 6'3 and his short black hair was coloured by two streaks of white hair at the temples. His time as a missionary in Africa had given him a strong body and he had kept it up despite a cushy English posting and his wife's excellent food. He pushed past Marky and turned to face him as the boy closed the door.
"I'm fine uh..." the teen began.
Raising his finger to his lips Frank silenced him "I have three words for you boy... pink... satin... panties".
As Marky turned his key in Luke's apartment door and let himself in he reflected that that morning had perhaps been the most important step to the evening that found him dressed in a leather mini-skirt and kneeling on a men's toilet floor sucking the cum out of the cock of the man who had taken him in and cared for him when his parents died.