My name is Alan, I am a 68 year old widower, my wife Liz having died 2 years ago of the dreaded cancer and I now live, quite happily, on my own. We had one son, David, who lives quite close to me with his family, wife and two teenage boys. My daughter-in-law, Carole, is lovely, she was always close to my late wife, and she now pops in to see me fairly regularly to make sure I am OK. I don’t know what it is with people assuming old folk can’t cope on their own, but there it is. Carole works part-time 5 mornings a week as a bookkeeper for an engineering firm, she says it keeps her busy as my son has to work away quite often, and it doesn’t interfere with her ‘home management’ duties, as she puts it. About a year after my wife’s death, Carole had suggested she could do a bit of cleaning for me, to help out. I was aghast, I said that my wife had spent ages before her death training me in the skills I would need to live independently, and there was no way I would allow her to lift a duster in my house. She said she had noticed it was always ‘spick and span’ when she visited, but was trying to think of things to make herself useful. I suppose it must have been three months after that, when Carole had popped over for a cuppa and a chat. During the course of the conversation, she said I seemed to have my life well sorted, to which I replied that Liz had trained me well, and she continued “but if you would like me to give you hand relief, I’d be very willing”. I nearly choked on my tea! She explained that she had been very close to my late wife, as I knew, and Liz had told her what a “horny little bugger” I was. It was certainly true that we had an active sex life right up to the time of her final illness, but I hadn’t realised their conversations had been that intimate. Carole is mid-40’s, petite and very attractive, and I was sorely tempted, but I knew I had to take a responsible attitude to the situation. I was struggling to find the words to say no without offending her, whilst at the same time thinking here was an attractive lady before me who was offering to masturbate me, possibly more. I realised that I had a stirring in my trousers which was distracting me from putting the words together for the sensible answer. She said “there, it’s unlike you to struggle with words, but I think your body language has given me an answer …… the answer I hoped you would give”. She got up from the settee, walked over to my chair and began undoing the front of my trousers. It was only then I realised I had a raging hard-on, so it was some relief when she released it and I was very happy to raise my hips so she could slide my trousers and pants down to my knees. She then proceeded to wank me, quite gently and pausing from time to time to squeeze the end of my cock when she thought I was becoming over-excited. I got the impression she wanted to make it last. She was kneeling at my feet, and I realised I could reach down to grasp her breast with one hand, she didn’t object so I just carried on. She must have been wearing a very thin bra, because I could feel her nipple stiffening under my touch, so I carried on stimulating her nipple with my fingers. I noticed she had her eyes closed and seemed to be sighing blissfully, she was clearly enjoying the moment. I grasped her hand that had been masturbating me in my hand and she opened her eyes, looking at me quizzically. I thought well here goes, this might all end here and now, but nothing ventured …… I said “I want to fuck you”. The silence seemed to last forever…… before she smiled, grabbed hold of my head to kiss me passionately and said “oh yes please”. I won’t bore you with too much detail, we went upstairs, undressed each other, surprisingly slowly considering we were both feeling quite lustful (or at least I certainly was). I went down on her, licked her clit and did my best to fuck her with my tongue, and she flooded my face with her juices. I fucked her missionary, had to concentrate hard on not cumming too soon so she had a massive orgasm and, when I realised I could not hold back any longer, I pulled out and ejaculated all over her belly. I thought she would be annoyed with me for making such a mess, but she simply rubbed it in with her hands and licked the excess off her fingers. She then seemed to make a point of kissing me on the lips, so I could taste my own sperm, which made her smile. As we lay together enjoying the ‘afterglow’, she said “next time …… will you cum inside me”. I agreed that I would, but it was only later I realised she wanted there to be a next time. And there was, usually about once every two weeks, but she said she had to give priority to her family responsibilities. The second time was truly memorable for me, as flooding her cunt with my sperm seemed to go on forever. Making love to Carole, for that is what it felt like rather than just having sex, was the highlight of my life at that time. It was so varied, sometimes she wanted to suck me to completion, although I wondered whether it was because she wanted my head between her thighs while she locked me in a vice-like grip, flooding my face with her juices. I would always try valiantly to fuck her afterwards but, at my age, cumming again was a tall order. Carole would always phone me in advance to arrange to come round, she said she didn’t want to walk in while I was entertaining a lady friend. “No chance” I said, “what lady would be interested in an old fogey like me” and then I remembered, she was. One thing I particularly enjoyed was fucking her doggy style, because I could reach round to grip her clitoris with my fingers, which made it even more enjoyable for her …… and she had no hesitation in telling me, quite loudly, that she liked it. One day after we had been making love for about six months, she came round in a rather sombre mood. She said “let’s have a cup of tea”, which was not the norm as she often wanted to go upstairs straight away, so I realised she had something on her mind. She said “I’m pregnant …… and I’m pretty sure it’s yours”. She went on to explain that her periods had stopped shortly after we had started to make love, she had assumed it was the menopause, so she had stopped taking the pill after a couple of months. She said that she had known she was pregnant for about 10 days, so had had the chance to think it through. I remained silent while she was telling me, I knew that it was her choice what she wanted to do as it was her body, and my feelings were irrelevant. We seemed to be dancing round each other, not wanting to say what we each wanted, me for the very good reason that I didn’t want to influence her decision. Eventually, she said “I want to have the baby, the thought of destroying something that’s yours makes me feel aweful”. I think she realised what I was thinking by the broad smile on my face, so I joined her on the sofa and we cuddled. Carole said that most people would assume the baby was my son’s, but she would have to tell him the truth as he had been working abroad for 3 weeks at the relevant time …… added to which she didn’t want him to think she had been ‘sleeping around’. She was worried this might cause a rift between me and my son, but she accepted the risk if it did, which I agreed. We went upstairs to make love, it was very gentle and considerate, not the excited fumbling it had been sometimes before. I came inside her yet again, Carole described it as wetting the baby’s head, and we both laughed. We carried on having sex for several months after that, Carole told me sometimes I didn’t have to be gentle and loving all the time and she sometimes wanted a good seeing to. Several months later, David and Carole came round to my house on the Saturday morning, I knew they had been to the hospital for a scan the previous week, so assumed they wanted to convey the news to me. David said proudly they had been told it was a baby girl, and they were both over the moon about it. I said “me too, I’m so happy for both of you” and I noticed Carole standing behind David with the broadest smile on her face. She mouthed ‘he knows’ to me, and nothing more has been said about it since then. Months later, the baby was duly born and she is truly beautiful. She is nearly a year old now, and is thriving. The relationship between my son and I is even closer, I could never have thought during the dark days after my wife died that I could be so happy. I am conscious that most of the stories on here are about people having sex, often illicit naughty sex, and what a happy time can be had by all. My story has been about making love to someone you feel incredibly close to, and the beautiful consequences that can sometimes result. Shortly after my (grand) daughter was born, Carole’s father died of a sudden massive heart attack, leaving her mother alone, living just round the corner from me. That is how David and Carole had met all those years ago. Her Mum, Irene, is very much a 25 year older version of Carole, quite petite, but with a few more wrinkles and curves, certainly bigger breasts. How does the saying go ‘if you want to know how your wife will look in 25 years, look at her mother. In character, however, she is very different to Carole, and my late wife. I had always thought of her as a ‘fearsome woman’ who definitely wore the trousers in her house. She would have no problem telling her late husband what she wanted in her house. We had both been invited round to David and Carole’s house for the baby’s first birthday party, and I had spent some time chatting to Irene, realising she might not be the domineering woman I had always thought. After the party, we strolled back towards our houses together chatting. Irene said that she missed her late husband, and I must miss my wife too. I said yes, but it was about making the most of what you’ve got. She said her husband had been “very good at giving her a good seeing to …… how about you?” I was speechless to start with and then I said “well, yes my wife and I still had an active sex life, right up to her final illness …… lots of older people don’t like to admit that they like sex, but we had a very satisfying time”. She went on to explain that his unexpected sudden death had left her feeling empty, in limbo, when she still had physical needs. I decided to take the bull by the horns and said “well, do you want me to see if I could give you a good seeing to then”. She smiled and said “that would be nice, your place or mine?” We ended up at her house, where she said immediately “now I don’t want this to be a quick fuck and go, I like to feel that I have been seduced”. So, we sat on her sofa, kissing and cuddling for some time. Eventually, she said “you have to make the first move” so I started to rub her tits over her clothes, which she seemed to enjoy. I returned to kissing her on the lips for a while, before I started to undo the buttons on her blouse, and was delighted to find a front-fastening bra. Having gained access to her delightful nipples, I licked and sucked them, occasionally returning to kiss her lips while I fondled her ample breasts with my hands. While I was sucking her nipples, she was sighing deeply, so I carried on with that. After a while, I felt her leg pressing against mine, and I realised she was trying to part her legs, so I moved away from her slightly to allow her some room. I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, to find that she was wearing stockings, not tights, and there was an expanse of warm flesh that my hand had just found, followed by some slightly damp panties. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my mouth onto hers, and we kissed passionately. I noticed a zip at the side of her skirt, so I pulled it down and undid the clasp (pretty skilful with one hand eh) and, when I stood up to slide her skirt down, she raised her bum to assist me. I returned to kissing her lips and sucking her nipples, which seemed to be the right thing as she was sighing repeatedly. I was trying to get my finger into the side of her panties, without much success, so I decided to ‘go for broke’, the panties had to come off. I stood up to slide her panties off, casting them aside and, when I knelt down between her feet she sat up to frantically unbutton my shirt and throw it away, quickly followed by her blouse and bra. She was now down to stockings and suspenders, me to trousers and underpants, and we were both starting to feel excited. I was not sure how dominant she could be, but I wanted to take the dominant role now, so I pushed her back on the sofa and thrust my face down into her pussy, pushing her legs apart quite roughly (which I thought afterwards might have been a bit over the top) so I could gain access to her clit. I licked her clit and fucked her pussy with my tongue, until she was well and truly orgasming, pulling my face onto her pussy. Irene had become quite vociferous, gasping, groaning and shouting out her pleasure – “oh God …… that’s beautiful …… lick my pussy …… make me cum …… make me cum” Eventually, she said “upstairs, take me upstairs NOW” and we almost ran upstairs to the bedroom. As soon as we got there, she said “now it’s my turn” and proceeded to remove my trousers and pants, before pushing me back onto the bed and climbing astride my legs. Needless to say, I already had a major erection, but she calmed it using the same technique as her daughter, grasping it tightly in her fist. She then proceeded to engulf my cock in her mouth, licking me, sucking me, in between grasping my cock in her fist to cool my ardour. I managed to encourage her into a 69 position, when we seemed to spend ages pleasuring each other and she orgasmed repeatedly. Fortunately, she seemed to realise the importance of controlling my excitement as, when she said she wanted me to fuck her, I was truly ready. She climbed astride me and seemed to be having a great time bouncing up and down on my cock. I’m not sure what the etiquette is supposed to be with new sexual partners, and whether I am supposed to withdraw, but I was determined she was going to get it up her. I just went for it, holding her hips firmly as I thrust my cock deep into her very wet and willing cunt as I sprayed my sperm inside her. She seemed to enjoy the experience, and I certainly did. As we lay side by side recovering our breath, we both said it had been a bit special. It occurred to me later that Carole had fucked both son and father, and I had now done the same with both daughter and mother. It’s a funny old world. So why am I posting my story here on SH. Well it turned out that Irene and her late husband were members here, and they had been swingers for many years. They used to enjoy going to Naturist Spas to meet other couples, sometimes pre-arranged but sometimes on the off-chance of meeting someone new. I have now joined SH, with Irene as a couple, and we are planning to go to Bristol Gardens sometime soon. Hope to see you there.