Helen's Awakening Pt. 1
written by:
Norbert

I first met Helen at her forty-third birthday party. I had been dating her daughter, Ann, who was twenty-two, for a while and she decided we should fly in as a surprise. I had been forewarned that she was cold and, according to Ann's father, "one frigid bitch", so I prepared myself for meeting a gold-plated witch. This was enforced by the horror stories I had heard during the first few months of dating and now, on the plane.

We created quite the stir when we walked into the gathering and no one made more of our appearance than Helen. She was nothing at all like the dragon I had imagined. The first thing that struck me was her beauty - she was quite glamorous and reminded me of a younger Joan Collins but much more petite and had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Her hand was warm and her grip firm when she greeted me and, upon hearing that Ann and I were engaged, insisted upon hugs, cheek kisses and everything that falls under a mother-in-law - son-in-law relationship.

I was quite smitten with Helen, in a schoolboy crush kind of way, and never missed an opportunity to check her out. She had firm shapely legs, an ass that was so perky and squeezable but what really got to me were her tits. They were, as far as I was concerned, perfect. She rarely wore a bra and the number of times I'd watched their movements or caught glimpses of them when she served drinks never failed to leave me with an aching hard on. Curiously, Helen seemed totally oblivious to the stares men gave her as well as her own sexiness.

A few weeks before Helen's forty-fifth birthday I obtained employment with a company in Ann's hometown. Reluctant to leave her job, she suggested I go on ahead and arrangements were made for me to stay with Helen until Ann decided to join me. Personally, I was thrilled that I was going to be able to spend some time with Helen without her daughter and I spent the flight in a bit of a fantasy stupor.

True to her word, Helen met me at the airport. The sight of her gave me an immediate erection for she looked absolutely edible. She had just finished playing tennis and was still in her short white skirt, running shoes and white top. Again, no bra was restraining her perfect tits and when she hugged me, I felt them mash against my chest- her nipples poking into me.

As we drove, I couldn't help but notice her tits jiggle and sway, leaving me to figure how much of them would fill my hands. We talked of life in Washington, Ann, her job and the prospects of her following until we turned into the driveway. As I pulled my suitcase out of the trunk, I almost dropped it when I saw Helen bend over to straighten the garden hose. Her white panties were pulled tight across her ass and her legs were parted just enough to allow me to view of her crotch which outlined her pussy lips. Turning, she asked if I was alright and seemed totally oblivious to the effect she was having on this twenty-four year old, healthy male.

Over the days that followed Helen and I became fast friends. I found that we both had the same off-the-wall sense of humor, and shared many common interests. We seemed to just ‘click' and soon we were talking about details in our lives we hadn't shared with anyone else. When we went out, we often carried on like friends that had known each other for years instead of weeks. I couldn't wrap my head around the names Helen had been tagged with and tried, several times, to steer the conversation towards areas of discovery. She always held back as if trying not to betray some deep, dark family secret and her reply had always been the same, "It's too soon for that young Jedi!", which always derailed me onto another topic of zaniness.

Ann called a few times and seemed less and less interested in moving back so close to her mom. In actuality, I found that I was growing less and less interested in her company. I suspected that she had taken our time apart as an opportunity to ‘explore'. Either way, I found Helen enchanting and for her birthday I told her I had made reservations for dinner at her favorite restaurant which delighted her to no end. I then told her I had a few errands to run and would be back in a few hours.

When I returned to the house in the afternoon, Helen was in preparation mode and was scampering around in her robe trying to get herself ready. I tossed my packages in my suitcase and decided to take a shower. I was feeling exceptionally horny and, living in close proximity to Helen, took myself in hand. It certainly didn't take long for the end result and I decided that it also never made up for the real McCoy.

I had stepped out of the shower and had just brought the towel up to dry my hair when the door burst open and there, not ten feet away, stood Helen. I watched total shock register on her face but I also noticed her eyes scan my entire body, stopping twice at my just-soft dick dangling between my legs. As for the rest of me, I'm no Adonis but I do take care of myself and exercise regularly. All my life I have done physical labor and my muscles developed quite nicely giving me broad shoulders, a flat stomach, a tight ass and fairly muscular legs. The fact that I tan easily left the necessary bits framed quite nicely as Ann often told me.

"I-I'm so sorry, Tim." She was blushing furiously. "I didn't know you were in here." With that she backed out of the bathroom and closed the door leaving me both amused and speechless. However, she had seen my package and I looked in the mirror just to see if I was as impressive as I wanted to be and I wasn't disappointed either. My cock was limp, but just and was the way that always got Ann randy and ready for a long fuck session. Smiling, I finished drying off and, wrapping a towel around myself, made my way to my room to finish getting dressed.

After giving myself the final once over, I made my way to Helen's room and tapped on the door.

"Is the birthday girl ready for her big night?" I called.

When Helen opened the door, she took my breath away. She stood before me in a "little black dress" that accentuated her shape. The front had a plunging vee that, while not obscene, certainly left one with the knowledge that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her makeup was impeccably applied and her smile was radiant. However, once we made eye contact, she blushed furiously and repeated a stammered apology which I brushed off.

The dinner was excellent, as was the conversation and I found myself totally mesmerized by Helen. We talked of Ann, Walter the ex, and the breakdown of their marriage.

"So why don't you date, Helen?" I asked.

"Oh, I wouldn't know where to start." She tried to laugh it off. "Besides, men today want young girls. They don't want mature, sophisticated women."

"I think men want someone intelligent and attractive." I countered. "They want experience in the bedroom." I noticed her cringe at this remark.

"Well, I guess I wasn't experienced enough for Walter." She took a sip of wine and tried to change the subject but came back after a short while.

"Did Ann tell you about my parents?" she asked. I shook my head.

"They were very strict," she continued. "And they taught me that sex was for having children, that's it. I never saw them be affectionate with each other and they never slept together."

I couldn't imagine not sleeping with a woman if she was available, and voiced my sentiment.

"Nope, there were single beds in their bedroom with a nightstand between them." She smiled sadly. "I never had any type of role model in that regard and I guess Walter had no patience."

"That was his loss, Helen." I reached over and patted her hand. Just then, the small band struck up a slow tune and I gripped her hand. "When was the last time you went dancing?" She laughed as I pulled her off her chair and towards the dance floor. We swayed through the first number and the second was faster. She leaned over as it was ending and told me she needed to sit for a spell.

I had the waiter bring a bottle of champagne and we spent the next few hours toasting her good health and dancing her new year of wisdom in. I found myself drawn in by her charm and her candidness and was thoroughly enjoying myself.

The band finally called the last song which was a very slow waltz and Helen snuggled into my arms and rested her head on my chest. Her perfume was light in the air and the feeling of her warm body pressed against mine was a bit too much for me and I began to get another hard on. I knew that Helen could feel it but she said nothing and didn't move away and as the song came to an end, we made our way to the table. Again, she blushed endearingly when she looked at me.

I settled the bill and, wrapping her shawl over her shoulders, led her to the car. The drive home was quiet as Helen, feeling the effects of the champagne, dosed beside me. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road. As she slept, her dress rode higher revealing the tops of her thigh highs and the smooth pale thigh above. All I could think was that Walter was a fool. This woman was a goddess that needed convincing.

When we pulled into the laneway, I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Helen, we're home." I whispered.

I helped her out of the car and led the way into the house. I sat her on the sofa and went into the kitchen to make coffee and we continued to chat. Eventually, Walter came back into the conversation.

"Oh, Walter said he was leaving because he was never satisfied." She sighed. "That I was never adventurous enough for him."

Ah, there was the bitterness, I thought.

"Not that he was any more daring or had any more abilities in that department." She scoffed.

"Were you ever satisfied?" I queried. Helen stopped and looked hard at me, like I was prying. "I'm sorry if that offends you Helen, but I think it's up to the man to please the woman." She laughed bitterly and got up and reached for the radio. She tuned in a mellow station.

"Let's dance again, Tim." She smiled. "I haven't danced in years and I've missed it."

I took her in my arms as a slow Manilow tune was playing. Again, her perfume and closeness got the better of me and in no time, a hard on was raging in my slacks. As we danced, Helen shifted and her hand pressed against the hardness that was snaking along my thigh. She froze for a moment and quickly removed her hand.

"Oh, Tim." She was so apologetic. "You're going to think I'm after something."

"No worries, Helen." I studied her face and saw total innocence. I held her close and whispered in her ear.

"Have you ever had a decent orgasm?" She pushed away and looked searchingly into my face. She started to laugh.

"I've never had an orgasm - decent or not." She sounded completely defeated. "Walter called it being frigid."

"Maybe inexperienced, Helen," I countered, "but I would never say you were frigid." I felt her snuggle closer to me.

"You're so sweet, Tim," she murmured. "Why couldn't I have found a ‘you' instead of a ‘Walter'?" I held her closer and rubbed her back. "At least you would've made me feel better about my, ummm, issue."

"Honestly Helen," I started, "I don't think you have any issue at all." She looked up at me with a look of amused disbelief.

"Look," I paused searching for the right words and finding none that were diplomatic continued. "If I can be so blunt," I waited fro her approval. "When you're at the tennis club and you see some of those strapping athletic males on the court, do you get all tingly?"

"Well, I..." I saw her struggle with this sudden jump over the line of what was proper conversation but there was no blatant refusal to discuss the matter and I pressed on and jumped in with both feet.

"Do you find your nipples get hard and you get a little wetter between your legs?" I pushed.

"Oh, Tim," she admonished, "you shouldn't ask me such things."

"Helen, you ooze sexuality." I continued. "I see men of all ages staring at you, wanting you." At this she guffawed. "I happen to think you're one of the sexiest women I know. Tell me that you haven't felt what you do to me." I felt her stiffen, remembering the feel of my erection when she inadvertently pressed her hand on my thigh. "You just needed time and a patient lover. Let me guess, Walter was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy, wasn't he?"

"Well, he certainly was predictable." She laughed, more from nervousness than anything else. I took her chin in my hand and tilted her face upwards and leaned down and kissed her lightly.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, my one arm still wrapped around her waist.

"I think so." She was still searching my face.

I took her by the hand and led her towards her bedroom.

"The rest of your birthday gift is on your bed." I explained. "If you don't think I'm too forward, put it on and come back out to the living room, alright?"

She looked at me questioningly then, stepping inside, she silently closed the door. I stepped into my own room to retrieve the rest of my articles I had purchased.

I was sitting on the sofa in the living room when I heard Helen's bedroom door open and shut. My eyes were glued to the hallway as I saw her cautiously creeping forward. She was wearing the special purchase I had made, a sheer white nightie with a matching sheer panties and robe. The light from the kitchen shone through and I could make out her legs and swaying tits with every step.

"Tim," she whispered, "I don't know if I like where this is going." She said from the shadows.

"If you don't like it," I offered, "we'll stop whenever you say." I smiled reassuringly. "I promise." I patted the sofa beside me and she slinked over and sat down. The TV was on and I pressed the play button for the DVD player.

The movie I had selected was as close to a romance as porn gets and as she watched, I handed her a fresh glass of wine which she gulped gratefully. As the movie progressed and the scenes became more sexual, Helen began to shift in her seat but I noticed she never took her eyes from the screen. I leaned close to her.

"Tell me you're not feeling that." I dared in a soothing voice. She didn't respond but her breathing had certainly changed.

"I'll bet your nipples are hard, aren't they?" I whispered.

"And then some." She chuckled.

"And you're getting damp between your legs?"

"Well, I have to admit, I've never seen a movie like this before." She sounded somewhat breathless. She certainly wasn't admonishing me in any way for exposing her to porn. She suddenly gave out a small groan as she watched a strapping young man penetrate a very wet pussy. She took another large sip of her wine.

I reached down and gently took her leg, at the knee, and brought it across mine. She shot me a look.

"Trust me, Helen." I smiled reassuringly. I fumbled beside me and, getting what I wanted, raised it to show her my newly acquired toy. It was a shiny pink vibrator, nine inches with the girth of a medium sized cock. Helen stared at it in open mouthed disbelief. As I twisted the switch and it came to life, Helen tried to move her leg but I held it firm.

"Helen," I soothed, "you turned forty-five today and you are a gorgeous, sexy woman. It's about time you had your first orgasm, isn't it?" I saw the confusion in her eyes. "Let me do this for you and if you want to stop, we shall. But at least let me try."

I felt her leg relax and I brought the humming vibrator down to her thigh. She jumped at the first touch, but relaxed as I played it up and down the inside of her leg.

"Just watch the movie and imagine." I murmured in a soothing voice.

Just as the woman started to really respond on screen, I pressed the side of the vibrator against Helen's panty covered pussy. She groaned aloud and slouched further down on the sofa.

"Oh my gosh, Tim, that feels amazing." She panted. I pressed a little harder and felt her arch her ass off the cushion.

"Pinch your nipples." I whispered. "Play with your tits."

I watched as Helen's hands covered her mounds and she began to pull and tweak her nipples. Her face took on a look of sheer pleasure and she closed her eyes, her tongue snaking out to wet her lips. I pressed the vibrator lower and pointed it so that it was pressing between her pussy lips. I felt her try to spread her legs further and took that as my queue to move off the couch and onto the floor in front of her.

By now, Helen was really bucking against the device, her sounds of pleasure drowning out the sounds on the TV.

"Let's get rid of these, shall we?" I said in a low soothing voice as I reached for the waist band of her panties. Dutifully, Helen raised her ass so I could pull them off her. When she returned to her position and spread her legs wide, she revealed a neatly trimmed bush with the wetness of her pussy clearly visible, glistening in the light of the television. I reached to the end of the couch and extracted yet another toy from the edge of the cushion. This one was a flesh colored dildo, very life-like, complete with the veins and the bulbous head. I reached up and gently pressed it against her lips, but she turned away.

"It has to be wet, Helen." I explained. "It's just as if you were sucking a penis."

"I've never done that." She panted. "I couldn't."

"Yes you can." I reassured her. "Think of it as a dripping popsicle."

She tentatively opened her mouth and, when she found I wasn't forcing it in, bowed her head and took a length of it between her lips. In no time, she was bobbing like a pro and when I was satisfied, I took the device away with a loud smack.

I positioned the dildo at the opening of her pussy and slowly pushed it inside her with a steady pistoning action. Helen slouched even further and spun on her ass so that she was lying lengthways on the sofa, one leg over the back and the other dangling. I now had the entire length of the dildo in her and began a slow pumping motion that brought forth more groans of long over-due pleasure.

"Oh, Tim." She groaned. "It never felt this good."

I took the vibrator in my other hand and, as I pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy, pressed the vibrator against her clit. Helen howled and arched her ass off the couch.

"Oh, fuck - oh fuck - oh fuck!" She wailed as she tossed her head from side to side. She pulled the nightie higher, revealing her body to me, and began to really maul her tits- pulling and pinching and twisting her nipples.

Suddenly she began to grunt and her body appeared to go into spasms as Helen's first ever orgasm overtook her. I had never experience a woman cum like that. It was like watching a stop-motion bucking bronco. I pulled the vibrator from her clit and let the dildo slip from inside her. She flopped motionlessly onto the couch and lay there panting, bathed in sweat. I leaned forward and kissed her belly before I laid my head on it.

"Happy birthday, Helen." I softly said. I felt her fingers slide through my hair.

"Oh, Tim," She sighed. "That was wonderful." She gave a breathless chuckle. "All this time, I thought it was me." She paused, the sound from the TV filling the room and she turned her head to see a couple engaged in a sixty-nine. "That looks interesting."

I began kissing her belly again, not moving higher or lower, although I certainly wanted to. This was her day and hers alone. Helen, obviously, had other thoughts and pulled at my head until I was moving upwards and she guided me to one of her nipples which I lapped at, finally drawing it between my lips to suckle. She sighed.

"Is it normal to want more?" she inquired. "I mean, so soon after an orgasm?"

"It depends on the person, I guess." I replied honestly. "I know some women that once is enough and I know some women who want sex all the time."

"Can I have more of my present?" She asked. I reached over to retrieve the vibrator that I had left between her legs. "Do I have a say?"

"Sure, you can have whatever you want." I smiled. I was really glad this had worked out in her favor. I truly believed that such a beautiful woman deserved the joys of a full life, including a decent orgasm, and now she had that as well.

Helen shifted and rose from the couch. Standing before me, she let the nightie and robe slip from her shoulders to fall silently to the floor. Her body was better than I had imagined. There were no stretch marks on her tummy, and her tits sagged just enough, leaving her darker nipples pointing upwards. She was sexier than any other woman I had ever seen.

"Now you get to see me." Her voice was husky with renewed desire. "And I want to see you again. This time, I want to take my time."

I stood and let her remove my clothing, leaving them in a pile where they fell. When we were naked, she pressed her body against mine, letting her tits flatten against my chest. She sniffed my scent.

"I've missed that more than anything." She sighed. "The scent of a man." She kissed my chest and looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Can you do something for me, Tim?" I nodded my head.

"Would you find it too gross if I asked you to kiss me?"

I leaned down and planted my lips lightly against hers, allowing them to linger. I drew away and then, just as quickly, planted them firmly against hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Her reaction was immediate and welcoming. Helen slashed her tongue against mine and she groaned with satisfaction. Her hands travelled the length of my back and she pulled at my hips, grinding herself against my throbbing cock.

I let my hands wander, covering her tits, pinching her nipples, sliding down her body until they came into contact with her pussy. I caressed and pressed against her clit, eliciting another moan of pleasure and slid lower along her soaking pussy lips. Suddenly, without warning, I pushed two digits inside her. She groaned against my mouth and I felt her finger nails dig into my back. As I began to saw them in and out of her sopping pussy, Helen drew her head back and gulped for air,

"You're going to think I'm insatiable." She panted.

"I'm thinking you're just making up for lost time." I replied huskily. My desire for her was rapidly reaching its peak.

Helen yelped with each thrust of my fingers until, once again, she stiffened and screamed in orgasmic delight while standing in the middle of her living room. I held her tight and let her ride the wave and once it subsided, withdrew my fingers. Helen watched in silence as I placed them in my mouth and licked her juices clean.

"Do you like the taste of me?" She sounded like she was seeking approval.

"You taste delicious." I chuckled. "I can't wait to get it direct." At this, she blushed. "I love licking pussy, Helen." I said matter of factly. "I can go down on a woman for hours and not get tired of it."

"What do you taste like?" She seemed totally in wonder mode. "I've never tasted a man, ever."

I gently pushed on her shoulders until she gave in and lowered herself to her knees. I held my cock in offering.

"I think you're asking the wrong person. Taste it, you might like it."

I watched in silence as she held my cock and licked the pre-cum off its head. She looked up and smiled, opened her mouth and took my cock between her lips. I gave her some tips like swirling her tongue around the head and licking the underside, but she took to sucking cock like a duck to water and in no time I was thrusting my hips at her getting ready to cum.

I gave her a warning that I was about to shoot my load but she kept sucking and when the first jets sprayed forth, it splashed against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but there was too much and it escaped her lips to dribble down her chin and drip onto her tits.

She looked so sexy sitting on her haunches looking up at me with a pout on her face and my cum glistening from around her lips and tits.

"I wanted it all." She whined. I laughed as I got onto my knees with her and began to massage the escaped fluid into her tits.

"There's plenty more where that came from." I offered her what I could gather from her chin and around her lips and she sucked it in like a greedy child. "So you liked?"

"It was a lot sweeter than I had expected." She was nodding her head. "I'll definitely want to get better so I don't lose any more."

I reached over and turned off the TV and DVD player. Returning, I leaned in and kissed Helen hard. Her hand instinctively went for my tool, gently stroking it and encouraging it to rise again.

"Let's go to bed Helen." I suggested. "I'm sure we can figure out a way to coax it to life."

Rising, Helen padded down the hall with me and we stopped between the two rooms. She read my mind and giggling opened her door and began to drag me inside.

"It's about time I had some good memories about in here."

She turned on her bedside lamp to the dimmest setting, which bathed her beauty in a golden light. As she knelt on the bed, she reached down to rub along her pussy and shivered with the contact.

"I'm sopping and I'm ready for more." She teased. My cock was not being cooperative at all.

"You better start without me." I smiled. Helen looked confused. "Start playing with yourself and I'll come to life, I promise."

She gave me a confused look.

"Start playing with your tits, and when the time seems right, start playing with your clit." I explained. "Once you get to that point, you can finger yourself and I'll be readt to take over."

"That seems just wrong." She complained. "What happens if I finish before you're ready?"

I laughed at her naivety. "That won't happen, trust me on this. Besides, I like to watch a woman finger herself and I'm going to absolutely love watching you."

She started slow, but as the blood rushed, instinct took over and soon Helen was on her back, legs obscenely splayed and she was stabbing three fingers inside herself as her other hand swiped across her clit. She was crying out as waves of pleasure drove her steadily to the edge again. My cock, true to my word was riding high and hard as I crawled onto the bed beside her.

"You look so fucking sexy Helen." I whispered hoarsely. "I knew you'd take to this like a duck to water." O fastened my mouth onto her nipple while my other hand slid down between her legs. Grasping her hand, I pulled her fingers out of her pussy with a squish sound. I directed them up to her own mouth.

"Taste yourself." I offered. She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of her finger. "Uh-uh. All of it, baby. Lick your fingers clean." Helen smiled and slid her digits past her lips and began to suck. I returned to kissing down the length of her body until I got between her legs and was staring at her beautiful, revived pussy. I inhaled her muskiness and then, wrapping my arms around her ass, pulled her over on top of me into a perfect sixty-nine position.

"Suck my cock again." I begged, and then buried my face for the feast. Helen cried out as my tongue lashed against her clit, and I felt her grinding herself against my mouth. She tasted wonderful and I lapped up every drop I could, knowing full well that my entire face was wet. I felt Helen's mouth devour my cock, and she was getting better, using her tongue, licking the length of my shaft, even dipping down to lick my balls. I was in heaven and from the sounds she made, she was right there with me.

When I knew I couldn't last much longer and neither could she, I playfully slapped her ass before I gently rolled her over onto her back. I reversed myself until I was lying between her splayed legs. I kissed her deeply, thoroughly enjoying bringing this beauty to life.

"I want to fuck you now, Helen." I panted. "I want you to feel my cock sliding into your pussy."

"Oh Tim, I want that so badly." She was almost beside herself with arousal. "I want your cock in me so badly, I want you to fuck me and never stop." She was almost frantic. "I want to feel you cum in me and I want to cum all over your cock."

I rubbed the head over her gash and speared it into her. Helen cried out.

"Oh fuck that feels amazing." She was almost screeching. "Fuck me Tim, fuck me as hard as you want. Pound my pussy and show me what I've been missing."

It didn't take me long to have her legs on my shoulders and I was thrusting into her for all I was worth. I was amazed at how tight she was a lot tighter than her daughter. It didn't take long before she was cumming again only this time I didn't stop pounding her. I did take a moment to roll her onto her knees at the edge of the bed and, taking my place behind her, began to fuck her from behind. I grabbed her hips and held her as I pounded my cock into her and she was anything but frigid. She cried out and wailed and begged and pleaded with me to fuck her longer and harder than I'd ever pounded a woman in my life.

I grabbed and pulled at her hanging swaying tits like they were udders. I laid along her back and used my hand to play with her clit until, just as I shot my load deep inside her, she had a final gut wrenching orgasm and she collapsed on the bed a sweaty, heaving mass.

It took a while for her to come around from lying there moaning and cooing, both hands covering her bruised pussy.

"I guess I'm not frigid after all, am I?" She asked giggling.

"No! No you're certainly not frigid, Helen." I panted, totally out of breath. I rolled towards her and kissed her deeply. "Aren't you glad you trusted me?"

Helen smiled and there were tears in her eyes.

"Stay here tonight, Tim. I want to wake up beside a man." It was a very small voice and how could I refuse. We shifted until we were under the covers, my arm around Helen as she cuddled against me.

"This was the best birthday present ever, Tim. Where were you twenty-five years ago?"