The time had finally come. The past two years, our mother had slowly faded into a shell of her former self. Her short-term memory was poor, and it was now an issue. My sister and I finally made the gut-wrenching decision to place Mom into a memory care facility.
At sixty-seven years old, she was in decent shape physically and had taken care of herself by being active with tennis and swimming. Thankfully our deceased father had planned for the future by purchasing insurance to cover the expensive cost of extended care facilities.
The first of the month was a Tuesday, and we, my sister Holly and I, moved her into her mini apartment. It was very basic with a small living room, a small bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchenette consisting of a small fridge and a microwave.
We had a late start as the discount moving company arrived an hour late, so we didn’t arrive until the early afternoon. Holly and I had just finished unpacking the last of the boxes of Mom’s stuff when we heard a knock on the door.
Holly opened the door, and I could see two female staff members.
“Hi, we wanted to introduce ourselves to you before we leave for the day. Our shift is almost over. I’m Jana and this is Patti,” said a middle-aged Asian woman.
Holly invited them in, and we introduced ourselves. They explained that their day shift was over in thirty minutes, and then a new crew would have the swing shift. We learned that Jana was a Registered Nurse (RN) and Patti was a Licensed Vocational Nurse (LVN). They would be Mom’s team four days a week, Monday through Thursday, from 7:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.
I could not help but notice that Jana was a petite woman who was simply beautiful. She was maybe five-four tall, size four, average C-cup breasts for her small frame, dark almond-shaped eyes, and with long black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. My eyes focused on her left hand, and I noticed that she was not wearing a wedding ring.
For the next week, Holly and I rotated stopping by to see Mom at Chandler Place after work, usually about 5:30 pm. After that, we would each visit about twice a week. One day I worked a half-day, so I arrived while the residents were in the dining room for lunch. The receptionist said residents should be returning to their apartments in about twenty minutes.
As I was about to open the door to Mom’s room I heard, “Hello Mike!”
I turned to see the RN, Jana. My heart skipped a beat as I looked down the hall at her, admiring her natural beauty.
As I smiled and waved, I said, “Oh, hello Jana. How are you?”
She walked twenty feet from the other apartment, and when she reached me, she asked, “Do you have a few minutes so we can talk about your mother?”
We went inside and sat in Mom’s little living room. She had a tv, a recliner, and a loveseat, along with a few small tables. Janet sat on the loveseat, and I plopped down in the recliner. Jana asked some basic questions about Mom’s life as she said Mom would talk about her life as a child, or getting married, or having kids. Jana then asked me, “Are you married?”
I chuckled, “No. I was living with a woman for eight years, but that ended a few years ago.” I paused. “You must be single too, I noticed you don’t wear a wedding ring.”
Jana rolled her eyes. “I was married, a long time ago. Five years and two kids later he left me and moved back to Viet Nam.”
Trying to get off the marriage subject, I said, “Oh, you’re Vietnamese. I wondered.”
She continued, “My parents came to the US in 1982 when my mother was pregnant with me. I was born three weeks after they arrived.”
I quickly did the math: Jana was forty-one. “Oh, we’re the same age.”
Jana got back on track and asked more questions about our family, Mom’s life, and the group of family photos on the wall. I pointed out Holly’s three kids, Mom and her siblings, and an old photo of Holly and I from our high school days.
As she was getting ready to leave, we both stood up, and she grabbed my hand. “You’re a good son, Mike. I hear you visit often after work. So many of our residents don’t have any family visit them regularly. I’m a good judge of character, you’re a good man.”
I tried to play it off, saying, “Oh, I don’t know. I’m just a normal son.”
Jana suddenly hugged me. I put my arms around her, and our embrace lingered, easily lasting five seconds.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” she said looking up into my eyes.
I instinctively kissed Jana on the lips several times and our tongues were swirling within seconds. I pulled her in tighter and rubbed her back with one hand. And then I realized what I was doing.
“Jana, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” I said taking a step back.
She whispered, “Kiss me.”
We were soon in full make-out mode. As I pressed my left hand into her upper back my right-hand wet low to her Jana’s bubble butt. Her scrub pants were thin, and I noticed she was wearing a small thong.
“Knowing you’re wearing a thong makes me hard,” I whispered into her ear.
Jana abruptly turned around and locked the door. When she faced me, she smiled. “Fuck me in the bathroom.”
The next thing I knew Jana’s scrub pants were around her ankles and she was bent over, her hands on my mom’s bathroom counter. I dropped my chinos while leaving on my boxer briefs. I pulled my cock out while I admired Jana’s ass and thigh gap.
I rubbed her pussy lips and felt she was starting to get wet. As I was about to push my big mushroom head into her pleasure palace, I asked, “Can I cum in you?”
Jana looked over her shoulder, “I don’t care. Just fuck me.”
I thrust into her tight wet box looking at her in the mirror. Her eyes got wide as she had a grunt-type sound with each thrust. I had her thin waist in my hands as I was pounding as hard and as fast as I could.
“Oh, fuck yes, Mike. Oh shit!” she stammered as I slammed into her from behind.
It might have been ninety seconds, and I knew I was going to bust my nut soon. “I’m going to cum soon,” I warned her.
“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me. Cum baby!” she said.
I could feel my sack tighten and knew it was a matter of seconds. “I’m going to pull out and cum in the sink,” I told her.
Before I could do that, Jana spun around, dropped to her knees, and took my cock into her mouth. One hand started stroking my seven inches while the other cupped my balls. She might have had her lips around my shaft for four seconds when my orgasm hit.
“I’m cumming! AGH!” I exclaimed. I shot a huge load of jizz into Jana’s mouth as our eyes were locked on each other. I had three big blasts of baby batter before I could feel my dick starting to go soft. I had a giant smile on my face thanks to having my first pussy in nine months.
Jana looked up at me and gulped down her shot of spunk. She slowly stroked my shaft, milking out two large blobs of cum, which she licked off my crown. She looked at her Apple watch and said, “Your mom should be back any minute.”
I helped her to her feet, and we kissed briefly. I tasted my salty love lotion on her tongue. We fixed our clothes and headed back to the living room, not saying a word for nearly one minute. There was an awkward moment of silence as we stood near the door looking at each other.
“Would you like to go to dinner sometime?” I asked.
Jana’s demeanor changed instantly. She smiled and her eyes sparkled, her body language pepped up. “Yes, I would. What night?”
We chatted briefly trying to figure out a good night, but in the end, we exchanged phone numbers. “That was fun,” I told her. “But I am really interested in getting to know you.”
We could hear some of the residents walking and talking in the hallway. Jana kissed me again and said, “I need to get back to work. Call me tonight.”
**
A few nights later Jana and I met for dinner at Oak Valley Grill, a cute little spot in the downtown area. I waited outside on the sidewalk and when I saw her round the corner from fifty feet, I was shocked. And stunned.
“Wow, you look great!” I said excitedly.
Jana was a bit overdressed for this restaurant, but she looked like a million bucks. She wore a red cocktail dress, a thin black belt, and black stiletto high heels. Her makeup was flawless, and her hair was styled with curls, something she doesn’t do at work.
“I know, I’m overdressed. But I never go out or have a chance to get dressed up,” she said sheepishly.
“Well, you should dress up more often. You really look great,” I said. “I feel underdressed now.”
I was wearing the basics of khaki chinos, leather shoes, and a blue and white striped dress shirt. I wish I had worn dress slacks and a sports jacket now, so we’d be on the same level.
We were having a good time talking and learning more about each other as we enjoyed a bottle of wine and appetizers. When the waiter returned to take our dinner orders, I nudged her to order something she normally doesn’t order or cook at home.
“Maybe a steak or the lobster?” I suggested.
Janet smiled, “I guess I haven’t mentioned that I’m pescatarian. I only eat fish.”
“That explains your trim figure and flawless skin,” I told her.
We ordered dinner and proceeded to have a lovely meal, full of meaningful conversations and learning more about each other. We had briefly discussed our bathroom hookup on the phone that night, but tonight we both admitted that we were attracted to the other the first time we saw each other. Jana told me she didn’t know what came over her that afternoon, she said that was her first-ever hookup. She told me she’s only been with four men and never had a one-night stand.
After dinner, we took a nice walk around the Town Square admiring the tall, old oak trees. We stopped in the gourmet chocolate and candy store and purchased a few treats for dessert. I held Jana’s hand as we walked to her car, when I asked, “Would you like to come over to my house for a glass of red wine to have with those chocolates?”
She stopped walking and looked at me. “Are you trying to get laid tonight?”
“Not really. I’ve had a great time tonight and I don’t want it to end,” I honestly told her.
“I want to thank you for a wonderful evening. It has been over five years since I’ve been on a romantic date like tonight. Sure, I’ll come over for a bit, but I have to leave by 11:00 pm,” she said firmly. “My kids will be waiting up for me,” referencing her fourteen and sixteen-year-old kids.
**
Jana sat at my kitchen island as I opened her choice of wine, a light merlot to go with our dark chocolate treats. “This is a great kitchen. Do you cook much?”
“Only about three nights. But I am pretty good in the kitchen. I have a few signature dishes,” I said. “I’ll have to cook for you on our next date.”
She laughed. “Next date?”
“Yes, our next date. I’ll cook a fish dish for you,” I promised her. “Besides, if we’re not having sex tonight, you’ll be wanting me in a few days.”
Jana stood up from her island chair, walked up to me, and took the wine glass out of my hand, setting it on the counter. She held my hand and said, “Mike, show me your bedroom.”
As they entered the bedroom she asked, “Can you get my zipper started?”
I took hold of the tiny zipper and slowly unzipped the red cocktail dress. As I crossed the middle of her back, I realized that Jana was not wearing a bra. When I stopped at the bottom, I noticed that she only had on a red g-string.
As she wiggled out of her dress and it fell to the floor, Jana asked, “Heels? Yes or no?”
I mumbled, “Yes, heels.”
Jana took off the gold and diamond necklace she was wearing, set it on my dresser, and laid her dress over the back of a chair. As I stood there watching her every move she turned around. Jana was only wearing her stilettos and G-string, her perky tits on full display.
“Let me help you,” she said as she started unbuttoning my dress shirt. Jana soon had me only in my boxer briefs. As she lightly rubbed my erection, “Mmmm, what do we have here? A Polish sausage?” mocking my last name and ethnicity.
I finally spoke, “You better take off that G-string before I rip it off of you.”
We both took off our undies and I took the petite Asian beauty into my arms and hugged her softly. “We have about two hours until you need to go home. I plan on sexually pleasuring you the entire time.”
Giggling, Jana whispered, “As much as I like to receive, I like to give pleasure as well.”
I pulled back the bedding leaving just the fitted bottom sheet on the mattress. Before I could say or do anything she was sitting down on the edge and telling me, “Lick my pussy. Suck on my clit and make me cum.”
As she remained on the edge, I kneeled down and spread her legs, giving me full access to her honey pot. Jana looked to be freshly waxed, with just a small one-inch-wide upside-down triangle on her tiny frame.
“Lay back,” I instructed her. I started next to her rosebud and with my wide flat tongue, I slowly licked up her slit, making sure to not touch her clit. I went back down and did this four times. On the fifth lick, I pushed my tongue into her slit, getting my first taste of her natural juice. I did this several more times, causing Jana to moan lightly.
“Mike, finger me. Rub my g-spot.”
“I’ll finger you, but no g-spot. It’s too early to cum,” I said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll cum several times,” she whispered. “I climax easily.”
I licked my middle finger and softly entered her pink tunnel of love. For a woman who had two children, she was very tight. It was then I noticed the faint scar of a c-section. Slowly my finger went in and out as my thumb started teasing her clit. I circled her pleasure nub a few times before rubbing it up and down.
Moaning, Jana said, “Yes, focus on my clit.”
I tried a second finger, but I felt that I did not want to hurt her or make her pussy sore. I removed my finger and went back to kissing, licking, and sucking on her whitish-pink-colored tic tac. I then felt two hands in my hair, pushing my face into her kitty.
Looking up at her I saw her eyes closed and her head back, signaling that she was enjoying my oral talents. My tongue alternated between licking and probing her sex canyon, giving her clit a short rest period to calm down. I moved my left hand up to her firm breast, caressing her fleshy boob. My fingers soon found her hard nipple, rolling it between my thumb and index finger.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuck,” Jana moaned.
I was focused on her clit orally, now sucking on it while my tongue teased her, flicking her nub quickly. Jana’s pussy was now super wet and I enjoyed the semi-sweet nectar, with just a touch of tartness. She had moved her legs up and had them hanging over my strong wide shoulders.
As I continued to lick and suck, I felt her legs quiver. She was close. I kept up the pace figuring she’d climax soon. I was correct. Jana was moaning and mumbling things in a light whisper like “yes,” “oh shit,” and “right there.”
“I’m going to cum. Don’t stop,” she said, stating the obvious.
Jana’s legs had tightened around my skull and her hips were now bucking off the bed as I continued my rapid-fire assault on her enlarged clit. I gave her nipple a long, hard pinch and twist, setting off her explosion.
“FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” Jana yelled. Her legs widened and fell off my shoulder as her entire body shook. I did not stop licking, flicking, or sucking. There was a change in taste and texture to Jana’s juice, so I pulled back to see her creamy white cum mixed with her nectar.
As Jana rode out her wave of orgasmic pleasure, I could hear her trying to catch her breath. “God damn, Mike. You’re a pussy whisperer. I’ve never had a guy eat me like that,” she said slowly.
Laughing, I replied, “A pussy whisperer? I like that.”
“Get up on the bed so I can suck that fat cock of yours,” she said next.
She was soon stroking my rock-hard cock while she teased my balls with her tongue. Jana hit one of my hot buttons, she started talking dirty to me. “Look at this beautiful cock and these shaved balls. I want you to shoot your load on me, Mike,” she said.
“Where? Tits? Face?” I asked, looking her in the eyes.
“I don’t care,” she replied before licking from my balls to my big mushroom head.
Jana continued licking my shaft and balls while I hoped she’d rim my starfish.
“Oh, man, that feels so good. Will you lick my ass?” I moaned.
“You kinky man! You’re into ass play?” Jana asked.
“Yes. Lick me, finger me, use a small toy on me. I love a good prostate massage,” I told her.
Jana got down lower and started with light kisses around my bunghole before she circled the browneye with her tongue. She started flicking my anus and sped up her manual stoking of my manhood.
I was sighing, moaning, and complimenting Jana on her skills and how good it felt. Soon I felt an orgasm building. I did not want to blow my load and not be able to get hard and cum again while we fucked, so I made the tough decision to tell her to stop.
“You need to stop before I cum. I want to save it for your pussy,” I told her.
Jana instantly stopped and started to climb on my torso, settling quickly into the cowgirl position and guiding my erection into her pussy. “Oh, yes. You’re stretching my little Vietnamese pussy with that fat cock,” she moaned, as she started rocking on my cock.
I took two handfuls of boobs, gave each a firm squeeze, and rubbed the palms of my hands on her stiff nipples. “Lean down,” I instructed Jana. Once in reach of my mouth, I teased her nipples with my tongue and mouth, sucking and flicking her nipples.
After probably five minutes I wanted to switch positions as there was no way I would only fuck Jana in cowgirl. “Let’s switch. Get on your back,” I directed her.
As we moved, I kissed her passionately before she lay down. From my knees, I lifted her left leg and lay on my side adjacent to her. My cock acted like a heat-seeking moisture missile, easily finding its way into Jana’s hot wet sex box as we semi-spooned. I slowly began thrusting into her as I continued to hold her leg up.
“Yes, Mike, right there. Damn, that feels good,” Jana said with a husky voice.
I continued to thrust at the same speed and power. Jana had now started rubbing her clit and was moaning even more. I moved my left hand and pinched and twisted her nipple several times, eliciting more verbal mumblings from the petite Asian.
After several minutes, Jana asked, “What’s the next position?”
“I’ll show you,” I told her.
I moved off the side of the bed and grabbed her legs, spinning her and dragging her ass to the edge. I held a leg in each hand, holding them up straight. My love-stick again went right into her tight pussy and we picked up where we left off. I was watching her boobs bounce with each thrust as Jana fingered her magic bean.
Maybe two minutes later she announced, “I’m going to cum. Fuck me faster and harder!”
I followed her instructions and soon felt her inner pussy muscles start to spasm. She continued rubbing her clit and her other hand was not pulling on her nipples. I rested her heels against my shoulders and each hand pinched her nipples.
“Cum for me baby! Let it go! Cream on my cock!” I told her.
“YES! YES!” she yelled as her body shook. “Fuck yes!”
Her tight vise-like grip on my cock and the sight of her climaxing was the final straw. “I’m gonna cum too!” I proclaimed as I kept thrusting.
Jana then reminded me, “Cum on me. Shoot your spunk all over me!”
I quickly pulled out and gave myself a few strokes when my first rope of jizz shot from my crown. It went the short distance to land on her left breast. As my cock twitched two more spurts shot cum just under her tits.
“Yes! Cum on me!” Jana said.
Jizz began oozing from my head and dripped off just above Jana’s cute triangle of pubes. I had a hearty chuckle, “Look at you, all covered in my cum.”
As I caught my breath I told her, “Stay here, I’ll get you a wet washcloth.”
When I returned, I wiped up my spunk and helped Jana to her feet, enveloping her in a hug and kissing her forehead.
“That’s sweet, thank you,” she whispered. “And thank you for a great evening tonight. A wonderful dinner, excellent conversation, and mind-blowing sex. What else could a girl ask for?”
We found our clothes and got dressed, moving back to the kitchen. As we finished a glass of water I told her, “I hope you’d like to try to date. I really like you.”
“And you’re having the best sex of your life,” Jana teased.
“That is true,” I said sarcastically.
We finished up their quick discussion about dating and I walked her to her car. After we kissed goodbye, Jana looked at me and said, “When will I see you next?”
“How ‘bout Tuesday for dinner? I’ll cook for you,” I told her.
“OK, Tuesday night. I’ll be here,” she said.
The End.
