Mama mia! It's Ria! Another True One

If you've read any of the Angie series, you already know about Angie. She lived
with her divorced mom until she was 35 when I got her to move into her own place.
And even then, she hung around her mom's house a lot of the time. That's how I
got to be a regular around there -- her brothers had both moved away, and all
those little things that need fixing around the house just kind of became my
responsibility.

Not that I minded: Angie's mom -- Ria -- is one of the great Neapolitan cooks of
this century. I always felt like I came out ahead on the deal. Replace a washer,
get fed. Plant a shrub, get fed. Luckily, I have the metabolism of a rabbit --
otherwise, I'd have gained 200 pounds. It was almost like being adopted, and I
suppose that made fucking Angie all the more kinky. What's the line from "A Fish
Called Wanda?" Even if you weren't my brother, I'd still want to fuck you.

Angie and I carried on this on-again, off-again kind of sex thing for the better
part of two years. I never really gave much thought to what Ria thought of our
relationship. I mean, it had to have been obvious that I was schtupping her
daughter with no visible honorable intentions. She just never said anything and,
as far as I know, she never nagged Angie about it, either. I've known enough
Italian mothers who would have either pushed their daughters into marriage or had
my legs broken to know that this was pretty unusual.

I guess I just took all this for granted until one day about a year and a half
after I popped Angie's cherry. We'd been getting together on the average about
once every week and a half or so for a good fuck which, depending on our moods
and who else was available, ranged from plain vanilla to pretty kinky three- and
foursomes. Anyway, one Thursday or Friday I got a call from Ria, who said that
she needed some work done on a light in the kitchen. I told her I could be over
Saturday morning, and I hung up.

That Saturday was rainy and cold. Ria answered the door almost as soon as I rang
the bell. She was wearing this flimsy house coat kind of thing that showed her
nipples plainly as they puckered with the cold that rushed in the open door. Now
I have to tell you about Ria. I've always had a thing for older women, and for
big women, and Ria was both. She was about 60, but always dressed younger
(perhaps younger than she should sometimes). She had been divorced for the better
part of two decades -- her husband having run off with some young thing back in
the late sixties when Angie was still a kid. Anyway, Ria was short and
pear-shaped, with (mostly) salt and pepper hair and an classic olive complexion.
She had very large breasts, which hung nearly to her waist and had that kind of
soft, crepey look to them where they met at her cleavage. She had plump calves
and a big, round rump which swung sexily as she led me into the kitchen to show
me the light that wasn't working. I could smell her soft perfume wafting away
behind her as she walked, leaving a scented wake that stirred my cock just a
little more.

Ria often lamented that men just didn't seem to find her attractive. This slight
desperation might have accounted for some of the rather revealing things she
sometimes wore. Some of her friends had fixed her up with eligible
"age-appropriate" men, but they usually didn't call back. But I never gave it
much thought.

I had never really gotten any sexual vibes from her. Until today. So maybe it was
because of my aforementioned predilections. Maybe it was because of some of the
things her daughter had told me (like the big vibrator Ria kept in her closet). I
dunno, maybe I was just horny.

"It's the one over the stove," she said, pointing up to the offending light, her
raised arm lifting the hem of the robe to show a dimpled knee. "It won't stay on.
It'll go on, but then it flickers and makes this zzzzzz noise and then goes out
again."

It sounded like a pretty simple wiring problem, but one that could burn the place
down some day, so I went to turn off the breaker to have a look. When I came back
upstairs, I got a chair and stood up over the sink so I could get eye-level with
whatever the problem was. The glass dropped out of the frame easily, and then I
unscrewed the reflector from the bracket in the ceiling. I got my head up into
the opening and saw that the wire was loose in a couple places, but it was a
simple repair.

"Nothing too serious here," I said looking down through the opening in the
ceiling at her. Ria just smiled up at me. From this angle, I could see more of
her cleavage down the front of the house coat. I think she noticed that my eyes
were focused on her boobs because suddenly her smile got a little bigger.

"I need a bag out of my tool box," I said. "It should have 'buchanan' written on
the side of it.

Ria turned and bent to open the tool box, giving me a wonderful view of her
broad, round rump and the back of her thick legs as the house coat rode up. She
rummaged around in the tool box for a minute and pulled out the bag containing
the tool I needed. I was really enjoying the view, and my dick had begun to
harden, raising a noticeable lump in the front of my jeans. I say noticeable
because Ria's eyes just sort of stopped at my crotch as she handed up the bag.

I don't believe this is happening, I said to myself as I unzipped the bag and
pulled out the needed pieces. I busied myself with the wiring, figuring that
anything else would take its own course, but I wasn't betting on anything. A
couple caps and a crimp and the job was done. I sent Ria downstairs to kick the
breaker back on so I could see how my repair looked from up close. She came
thumping back up the stairs a little out of breath and flipped the switch.

"Good as new," I said as the light came on. Ria just stood there grinning -- and
blushing a little, I think. It was obvious that she was staring at my crotch now,
my partially hard dick making a noticeable lump in the front of my jeans. I was
starting to think that if she was this obvious about her interest in me (well,
certain parts of me), that I might explore this little scenario a bit further.

"Well, is there anything else that needs taken care of?" I asked as I hopped down
off the chair and dropped the tools into the box. Ria and I made this
simultaneous lunge for each other which ended up in an awkward embrace, my hands
running up and down her soft, fleshy back, stopping at her fantastic rump to give
both her cheeks a good squeeze.

"Mmm," she moaned, nuzzling into my chest. Then she looked up into my face. I got
the feeling that she didn't know what to do next. I was, after all, her
daughter's friend -- and she probably suspected more. But Ria only seemed to
consider this for an instant. The next thing I knew, her lips were hard up
against mine, moving slightly, and her hands were busy with my ass cheeks. I
returned her feverish kiss, moving my lips apart and gently licking hers. She
greedily parted her lips and sucked the tip of my tongue into her mouth. She had
begun rubbing her body awkwardly up against me, and I could feel her fat boobs
with their hard little nips poking at me through her flimsy robe. I took her face
in my hands and began kissing her hard, tongue and lips working her into a tizzy.
Her breath was coming hard through her nostrils and her hands were working their
way around to the front of my pants.

I found the lace to her house coat with my right hand and untied it with one
pull, the robe gapping down to her waist, exposing more of that wrinkled
cleavage. I reached in and felt the heat of her big, soft dugs. Her nipples were
drawn tight, and sweat was beginning to condense underneath where those big
floppers lay against her belly.

As soon as my hands had found her tits, a moan made its way to Ria's lips from
somewhere deep inside her. Her tongue reciprocated my thrusts and her hands
fumbled at the front of my jeans where my by-now hard dick was straining to get
out.

"Ooh," she moaned as her hands grasped the thickness of my shaft through my
pants. "It feels so bi-i-...!"

I smothered the rest of that thought with my mouth, kissing her passionately. My
hands explored her tits and her slightly hanging belly as her hands grabbed at my
still-covered dick.

"Let's go sit down so we can get to know each other a little better," I suggested
as I removed my hands from inside her robe and led her into the next room. We sat
down on the couch and immediately resumed our heated grope. Ria laid back on a
couple pillows and opened her robe to the waist, exposing her big tits and belly
and pulling me on top of her.

How can I describe Ria's boobs? They were big, but not nearly as heavy as you
would expect for mams of such size. It was more like they were stuffed with wet
goose down, like a comforter. The skin on them was soft and slightly wrinkled,
like on a balloon that's lost some of its air. They were the softest, most
squishable tits I have ever held. Her brown areolae weren't especially broad,
considering the size of her breasts, but her nipples were long and thick,
protruding nearly an inch straight out, just begging to be sucked -- which is
what I did next.

A little electric jolt went through Ria's body as I suctioned one of her nipples
into my mouth. I could tell she was getting increasingly hot as I sucked and
kneaded those tremendous teats. She was breathing heavily through her mouth,
making all kinds of little "ooh" and "oh my" and "ungh" noises as I licked and
sucked. Sweat was forming under her boobs and on her belly, rolling in little
rivulets down her sides and moistening her robe in the folds of flesh at her
waist.

My dick was throbbing in my pants, and I started wondering just how far this was
going to go. I decided that there was no time like the present to find out, so I
sat back and began undoing my jeans. Ria got this kind of embarrassed smile on
her face as I undid my pants and pulled them down, my dong emerging all hard,
purple and drooling.

"Oh, my... my... my God!" Ria gasped, sitting up slightly to get a better look as
I kicked my shoes off and skinned my pants down and off.

"Like what you see?" I asked wickedly, taking my shirt off and watching her face
for any signs of doubt. The last thing I wanted was to make it look like I was
forcing her to do anything. Of course, if she went along with everything, that
would be okay with me!

"Oh yes, I like what I see VERY MUCH!" Ria gushed, leaning forward to grasp my
nine and a half inches with her right hand. She ran her hand up and down its
length a couple times, squeezing it and feeling its weight.

"It's so much bigger than my hus...," she caught herself, covering her mouth with
her free hand and blushing immediately at having shared such information.

"We aim to please," I said with a wink. "Now, what would you like me to do with
this big piece of meat?"

Ria just giggled, like she knew, but was too coy to say. Her hand, however,
hadn't moved.

"Does that mean that I get to pick?" I asked.

"S-s-sure," she grinned, shifting her hips around on the couch like she wanted me
to get between her legs.

Instead, I stood up and moved around so my dick was bobbing just inches from her
face, her hand still around the shaft. She instantly got the message, and
suddenly her demeanor changed. She went from all giggles and
come-fuck-me-I'm-a-bitch-in-heat to tears in seconds.

"My husband, my ex-husband, I mean, he made me... he made me... he made me put it
in my mouth!" she sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Guess this rules out a blow job, I thought to myself.

Thinking fast, I said, "No, no, no, -- I just wanted to get up here so you could
stroke it and see what it looks like. You don't have to do anything you don't
want to. I just love it when a woman strokes my cock before I put it inside her."

Ria sniffed once or twice and wiped her eyes with the back of a hand. Regaining
her composure, she started giving me a jerky hand job. My fat knob drooled thick
strands of precum that landed on her tits and cleavage. Soon, she was stroking me
fast, apparently really starting to get into it. I reached down with my left
hand, and began stroking her thighs, raising the hem of her robe with each stroke
until I could see her dark mound and puffy cunt lips. My fingers stroked her
protruding labia and she started going nuts with my cock, pumping it faster and
moaning louder. As soon as I found her clit hiding away deep in the folds of her
crotch, she came, squeezing my dick and hissing her pleasure through clenched
teeth, her back arched up off the couch.

I was getting close myself, so I straddled her midsection and placed my throbbing
member in the broad cleavage between her tits. As I started to rub the head in
the broad valley formed between her flattened boobs, Ria pushed her big, soft
tits up with both hands, covering my dick, rather obviously inviting a tit fuck.

The old girl must have had some fun in her day, despite her aversion to blow
jobs, I thought as I slid my rod between those heavenly soft mounds. She looked
down and smiled as the head of my cock appeared and disappeared between her
large, enveloping boobs. The big red head was oozing plenty of juice, and soon
her whole chest was slicked up. I felt a slight tug in my balls, and my orgasm
was on me before I knew it -- a big load of jizz shooting all over Ria's neck.
She tried to shield her face from the gobs of goo, but I hit her with a couple
more big splats -- one on her right cheek, the other on her chin.

"Wow," she giggled, wiping her face with the back of a hand. "That was a lot!"

"Yeah," I said, still slightly woozy from my orgasm. "Guess you just excite me a
lot.

"Now," I said, shimmying down to get between her legs, "it's your turn to get
excited."

Ria shifted up on the couch and spread those plump thighs. Her nether lips were
large and protruding. The hair on her head may have been shot through
dignifyingly with white, but there wasn't a gray hair to be found on her cunt. I
pushed her legs farther apart, spreading her slit and revealing the glistening
inner lips and a fat little clit that poked out from under its hood above the
large, dark opening, just begging for my oral worship. I think Ria was ready to
get fucked, because she jumped with surprise as my mouth fastened onto her twat
and I began to eat her out hungrily. I could tell she was a little surprised and
squeamish about me putting my face in her crotch at first, but she soon got over
it, squealing and bucking her hips up to meet the teasing flick of my long,
talented tongue.

She was flowing buckets down there, her fragrant juices smearing my face, my
fingers and her thighs as I licked and finger-fucked her toward another big
orgasm. Ria's hole is as loose as her daughter's is tight -- I could get almost
my whole fist inside that cavernous cunt. It swallowed four fingers easily and,
if I formed a sort of wedge shape with my hand, I could get four fingers and a
thumb in her -- at least all the way to the second knuckle on the thumb. Ria
really squirmed as I pumped my hand in and out of her, all the while licking and
sucking on her erect clit. Her face and chest were beet red, and she kept moaning
and squealing her delight. I reached up with my free hand and began massaging one
of those big soft teats, flicking the nipple with my thumb. A couple minutes of
this, and I felt her snatch tighten around my hand and her legs stiffen. She blew
hard through her pursed lips and howled loudly, her butt coming up off the couch
and slamming back down again, sending ripples through her beefy midsection and
thighs. I licked for as long as she could take it, but it wasn't long before she
was begging me to stop it, gently caressing my head and trying to pull me up on
top of her.

"Come up here, darling," she gasped between shudders. "I want to kiss you."

I gave in to her pleas and moved up so that I was laying on top of her thick
torso, the tip of my pulsing cock poised at her outer lips. My lips met hers in a
flurry of fast, hard kissing, our lips and tongues working in and out and around
each other. She grasped one of my ass cheeks in each hand and tried to pull me
into her as we kissed, but I pulled back just a little and, propping myself up on
my elbows, looked into her eyes.

"You liked that, didn't you?" I smiled.

"Oh yes," Ria gushed. "I haven't..., I mean he never..., I mean... that was
wonderful!" she crowed, grabbing me into a tight bear hug and slobbering kisses
all over my face. We kissed for a while -- I wanted to see how hot I could get
her just by kissing before I put my dick into her -- and she kept whispering in
my ear about how wonderful she felt, how she felt attractive and alive again. I
couldn't tell if she was also getting off on the fact that my mouth (indeed my
whole face) must have tasted of her own cunt, but she surely enjoyed her kissing
and licking. My hands were busy with her boobs, squeezing and stroking, and her
hands were busy massaging my ass cheeks.

Her kisses were getting more feverish, her tongue working overtime in my mouth
and on my lips, cheeks and chin. Her breathing was getting heavier again, and I
figured it would be a good time to give the old girl a little of what she craved.
I sat back on my knees between her legs, my throbbing cock sticking straight up
at the ceiling. I watched her eyes as they fastened on my dick, growing wider in
anticipation of her next pleasuring. I took hold of her ankles and lifted her
into a neat vee, completely open and ready for invasion. I positioned my meat at
the entrance to her tunnel and slid in in one smooth motion. Her hungry twat took
every inch of my prong, and she let out a gasp and then a whimper as the tip of
my cock collided with her cervix. I began a smooth in-out movement that used
nearly the entire length of my member.

Soon, we were in a hot rhythm, my dick slamming into her with a steady beat, her
moans and cries urging me on, inviting me to plunge into her harder, faster. I
fucked her faster and faster, my balls slapping the rolls of fat where here
thighs met her ass, my dick sliding easily in and out of that yawning chasm. Now
her legs were wrapped around me, locked at the ankles behind my ass, urging me
into her with each stroke. Her belly rolled and heaved in time to our motion, her
big tits slapping back and forth against her stomach and her shoulders. I reached
down and grabbed one of those fat mams and offered it up to her to suck.

Ria seemed unsure for a second, but all it took was a commanding "Suck it," from
me, and she popped that dark nip into her mouth and found a whole new way of
pleasuring herself. She was off and running as I banged away at her cunt and she
sucked and licked at her stiff little nipple like a baby. Her moans got louder
and more insistent, and she began bucking her hips up to meet my strokes.
Suddenly, she dropped her tit and grabbed the couch cushion with both hands,
screaming her pleasure through her clenched teeth as she writhed in orgasm for a
third time. But this time, there was no begging me to stop -- now Ria was getting
greedy. I sped up my thrusting as she came and maintained a sprinter's pace
through her gigantic come. My cock pistoned in and out of her spasming snatch,
stoking her orgasm as she tossed and mooed.

My own orgasm was building, but still felt a long way off. I pulled out of her
suddenly, a move that was met with a puzzled look from my sluttish partner. I
motioned that I wanted her to get up on her hands and knees for a little
doggy-style fun (my favorite position). At first, I don't think Ria caught on,
but then her eyes got big and she gave me a worried look. I managed to get her up
and into position, but she was still looking back at me with this pained kind of
look on her face.

"What's the matter?" I asked gently, all the while stroking her clit with a
couple fingers, trying to keep her in the mood. I wanted to maximize her pleasure
here, and if she got upset, that could ruin the whole deal.

"Please," she stammered, her fat ass thrust into the air and her big boobs
swaying under her. "Please..., not... in... my... my... behind," she whispered.

"Oh no-o-o," I reassured her. "I just want to enter you from behind. Nothing like
THAT!"

And with that, I grabbed a couple handfuls of her ass and thrust my dick deep
into her waiting quim. She let out a heavy hiss of breath as my cock penetrated
her plump folds and made its way deep into her hanging cunt. It took her a couple
strokes, but Ria was soon back into the groove, moaning and cooing her pleasure
as my rod slammed into her from behind. Our motion made her massive ass and
thighs ripple with each stroke. Her great hanging boobs were swaying dangerously
under her as I banged away at her from behind, and she reached up to grab them
with one hand, but soon was caressing one and sucking the other.

The combination of watching that big ass ripple with our sex and hearing this
otherwise dignified woman moaning in ecstasy as she slurped at her own tit was
rushing me to my own orgasm. As soon as I felt myself getting close, I pulled out
and helped Ria turn over quickly onto her back. I knelt between her thighs and
jerked a huge load of spunk all over her quivering belly and tits.

"Ooh," she cooed, rubbing the globs of sperm around on her flabby stomach, "it's
so much!"

"There's a lot more where that came from," I said with a wink and holding my cock
out in her direction. "I think we're going to have an interesting evening
together, you and I."

And indeed we did have a very interesting evening. After a quick dinner, we sat
down again in the family room with a big bottle of wine. As I held Ria tenderly
in my arms in front of a roaring fire, she told me the story of her marriage. She
told me how her husband had cruelly forced himself on her from the night they
were married, ignoring the fact that Ria really did love fucking, but demanding
that she perform oral and anal sex -- two things she could never bring herself to
do willingly. She tearfully told of him even raping her ass when she refused. She
told of how he had eventually run off with a younger woman, leaving Ria to raise
her kids by herself. She bemoaned her lack of sex over the years, and attributed
much of her misery to her "losing her figure" after the children were born. I
gently reassured her that she had a great figure and that some men really
appreciate a woman with a larger body -- especially one who, as she put it, "is
past her prime." She seemed surprised at this, but I assured her that it was
true.

"I mean, look at us," I said, taking one of those mammoth breasts in both hands
like a big sack of flour. "Would I have had this kind of an afternoon with you if
I found you repulsive? I think not!"

Ria just cuddled up to me and took my cock in hand, stroking it gently back to
erection. We must have fucked four or five more times that night in several rooms
of the house. In the morning, I dressed and left, but not before getting it on
with her one more time in the kitchen, her bent over the sink as I plowed into
her from behind -- a position she was quickly "coming" to favor.

I've had plenty of fun over at Ria's house since that night, some of which I may
recount here.