Widow Need Sex - Erotic story by Nicky Sasso

 
    I was 16 years old when it happened. You have
to admit it that it was the most inconvenient period in life, the
period in which you had to decide what to do with your life,
whether you were going to be a winner or loser. Everything
indicated that I would be very successful. I was a brilliant
student, a very talented volleyball player, many first league clubs
were interested in me, I was very handsome, etc. Everything was
perfect until I lost my father in a car accident on June 20th.
    I was left with my 44-year-old mother and
immense sorrow that entered our home.
    Since that day, I thought the time stopped. I
felt like that especially two-three days after the funeral, when my
mom and I stayed alone in the eerie empty house filled with sorrow
and silence that was killing us. We were completely isolated from
the world in spooky silence without a TV, without friends and
laughter, without everything that we used to have in our home until
then. I mourned my father 24 hours a day worrying about my mom, who
took it extremely difficult.
    The fourth day after the funeral, when the
relatives who came from other towns went their homes and left us
alone, was the hardest. We were silent. The silence was broken only
by my mom’s occasional sigh or groan that she tried to hide from
me.
    At sunset of that hot July 24th, somewhere
around 9 PM, since we did not watch TV, my mom asked me to come to
their room for a while because she was afraid: “Son, please come to
sleep in my bed. At least for 40 days while the candle is lit.” She
told me that with eyes full of tears, awaking a similar emotion in
me and knowledge that it was harsh reality - my father would never
lie in that bed again. It was difficult for me, but I agreed to do
it.
    She went to bed first, and I joined her 15
minutes later.
    When I entered the bedroom, a candle was lit.
It was a custom in the village where my father was born. I saw mom
lying on the right side of the bed, on her left. Her back was
turned to the part of the bed that was waiting for me. It was
easier for me to get to my side of the bed knowing that mom was not
looking at me, because I usually slept only in underwear,
especially during hot summer nights. Although I did not turn on the
lights, the room was lit by diffusive candle light which burnt all
night long for 40 nights. I undressed myself quickly and lay to my
side of the bed.
    Mom lay down uncovered. She wore a black
satin summer nightgown that was reaching to the middle of her
thighs. I was extremely sad, but it seemed to me that I handled the
situation much better than my mom, who sighed and wept all night
long. That night I cried myself to sleep, as well, feeling sorry
for my mom as much as I felt sorry for my father. The next day
passed just like the previous one, silently, except when a neighbor
visited us and broke the silence with some serious stories about
new political events. After those short visits, everything would be
the same. The next evening when I went to bed at around 9 PM, my
mom was at the same position, with her back turned towards my side
of the bed. She wore the same black nightgown that revealed her
back, but it was more lifted than the night before, so I could see
black undies enlacing her ball-like buttocks.
    I thought, God, she was so bereaved that she
wore black even during nights, even black underwear. I felt sorry
for her again sympathizing with her pain.
    My mom was a very attractive lady, a bit
chubby with a big behind. However, it suited her very well. She had
long black hair and large breasts. She was 5’9’’, which meant that
she was a tall woman. She was very hot, and she was at the prime of
her life.
    On the third day since we stayed alone, we
started talking during lunch. We thought it would be easier that
way, and we tried to create some new habits.
    - “Son, you should go to your volleyball
practice? Life goes on; you can’t do anything about it,” she said
looking at me with sad eyes.
    - “Well, I