Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2019 23:01:32 -0800 From: Andy Parker Subject: Retribution in Bisexual-adult-youth ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't fancy sitting next to Jesus for the rest of eternity? Donate to NIFTY. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- More to cum from Sylvia? I doubt it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Retribution* I saw her across the crowded floor sitting at a table with a beautiful young companion. She was far and away the oldest patron in the cafe which catered to a youthful, theatrically oriented crowd. I hadn't seen her in almost 20 years but recognized her immediately. `It's her' I said to Cammy seated across the table from me. She turned to look behind her at the direction of my stare. As was her want, she had been stretching her gymnastically shaped leg underneath the table across to my crotch where her bare foot was stroking up against my balls and hardon. `Who?'. `Tell you later'. I got up off my chair and walked over to the woman's table. Since I wore tight pants and no underwear, my cock from Cammy's deft ministrations was clearly defined, hard and to the side. I relished that several diners at other tables were checking it out. As I approached the table, the woman looked up with a puzzled smile on her face. Characteristically she spent a few seconds examining the bulge in my pants. After 20 years it felt almost a relief that she hadn't changed in that respect. The lovely boy sitting at her table showed that she had not lost her appeal for or to the younger set either. Or was I reading too much into that? `Well, here we are, Sylvia. I didn't think I'd ever see you again'. I had called her Sylvia from an early age because she had insisted on it. She looked startled in front of her boyfriend, glancing at him and then back at me. Did he know or even suspect? Her mouth was slightly open as if she were about to speak but no words came out. `I'm sure you recognize me Sylvia. No woman can ever forget her son even if she hasn't seen him for 20 years'. I smiled at her struggle to parse my unexpected appearance. Though surely she must have anticipated it and would have prepared a response. She was always careful to anticipate any circumstances which might interfere with her hedonistic inclinations and behaviors. `Dick! Its so nice to see you again.' But she couldn't help herself. Her eyes strayed back to the restrained erection swelling my pants and fixated there as if looking into my eyes would be too hard for her to bear. `Sylvia. Who is this man?'. Sylvia raised a hand to shush her boyfriends voice. Much to my pleasure, his eyes were staring at my crotch with equal intensity. I laughed. She certainly knows what she likes in boys, I thought and what her boyfriend likes in men. Of course, I had thought of what I would do myself in this circumstance but hadn't anticipated what I was about to do. I nodded down at my scarcely covered erection. `Unzip me Sylvia'. `Unzip you?. Her face was inflamed and I could tell that she still had her desires and that this was a time when I could take advantage of them. `You heard me Sylvia. Unzip me!'. After a few more moments of hesitation, with an almost hypnotized look on her face, Sylvia began to comply. `Sylvia. Why are you doing this?' her angelic companion whispered, looking furtively around to see who was watching. `Quiet, Halley.' she replied and soon had my pants open and unzipped. A deep sigh escaped between her lips. Oh how I remembered that sigh. It only helped propel my penis out of its remaining confinement where it quivered inches away from her face. Another even more passionate sigh from Sylvia with more furtive looking around in embarrassment by her companion. The scene was almost sufficient to awaken a torrent from my dancing cock. In fact, I could have ejaculated right then onto her face. But I wanted something more so I restrained myself. Sylvia gently fondled my penis head sliding a finger underneath to the most sensitive skin between the lobes. Sylvia hadn't lost her touch. And the beauty of her face, now matured but still so exquisite, required immediate action. `Suck it, Sylvia. You owe me for 20 years.' She understood and yielded. Her full lips, so egregious and so apropos to the circumstances, slid over my glans. We moaned simultaneously. Her sucking began and ended within 10 seconds. I spurted into her mouth and onto her face. I ejaculated loudly and unabashedly, no phony comic restaurant orgasm coming from me. Sylvia sighed loudly and her head, mouth drooling cum, banged down onto the table. Sylvia had fainted.