My widowed boss

Madame Roseane was married very young to a man much older and too rough for her. She was widowed at thirty-nine, two years before I met her. She was a woman of sad countenance always with a lost look, and, as she later told me, lived feeling sorry for herself for the lost youth.
Although she had lost her vanity during the years of marriage, she was always very charming, fair-skinned, short, even for me who am only 1.65 meters, she is the owner of a beautiful pair of honey-colored eyes inhabiting a face that does not hide her age, but still beautiful.
She was my boss for a short period of time when I was teaching in a public department near the center of Natal-RN. As we lived nearby she always gave me a ride but, at first, she hardly dealt with me matters that were not professional. I decided, then, to start talking about my life to her making it clear that it was only to not miss a subject during our journey together. D. Roseane also began to open up to me and over time we became very intimate. Unfortunately she made it clear that she loved me like a son (at the time I was 21 years old).
One day when we were returning to our homes, she complained that she had computer problems and her son, who knew a lot about computers, was in Recife on vacation with his grandparents. I offered to help her because I also know a lot about the subject. She accepted and we went to her house.
Having solved the problem (which, by the way, was very simple), she invited me to dinner. I couldn't refuse because the dish was one of my favorites: shrimp lasagna. Then she asked me if it wouldn't bother me to keep her company. Of course I accepted at the time.
We talked together on the couch until she said she felt a strong tension in her neck. I offered to massage her. She just turned her back to me and lifted up her long black, straight hair. When I touched her neck and her ear she gave a strong sigh motivating me to go a little further in that massage.
But before I could put my lips on her neck, she took one of my hands, kissed it, and began to caress her face. Seeing this, I pulled her towards my breast, exhaling with pleasure the fragrance of her neck, and gave her a kiss on the mouth while my arms were already wrapped around her waist.
- That's wrong. - whispered D. Roseane. - You're just a boy.
- I'm not considered a boy for a lot of things anymore.
- But you're too young for me.
- Your husband was very old, yet he was not a good husband.
There were no more words. I had already unbuttoned the woman's coat that she was wearing and I could better contemplate that discreet neckline that Roseane was wearing in a white blouse. She stood in front of me lying on top of me. I didn't waste time to caress that hard ass, in proportion to her body. My tongue entered her mouth rehearsing what else I would do with her little face.
I began to lift up her skirt, and I felt her thick thighs growing farther and farther apart as the skirt climbed, and I lifted up my torso with her legs still wrapped around me, and our mouths glued together, and I took off her blouse, staring at those bulging breasts inside her bra, begging to be released and exploited at the same time with affection and voracity.
I put my right hand inside Roseane's bra, pulling my left breast out, and I was nibbling and licking her nipple while I was also squeezing the other breast, and I was sucking on one while my hand was caressing the other, and vice versa, and I was going up and licking her neck and kissing her on the mouth and coming back down, and Roseane's hand was wrapped around my neck and gently pushing my head towards those beautiful breasts, and at that moment, my dick was harder than a rock.
She told us to go to the room on the first floor, so I carried her in my arms, and we walked towards the stairs, and she was very light, she must have weighed about 50 kilos.
As I went up with her, I put her on the floor on one of the steps and took off my shirt and my sneakers. I left her back to me where I completely took off the bra that no longer covered her breasts, I was kissing her back, going down, while I climbed the rest of the skirt until her butt was completely exposed. My mouth occupied the back while my hands fingered her panties out of her already quite wet panties.
- What are you doing? - She sighed, leaning against the railing.
It was clear that Roseane's late husband had never sucked her. I pulled down her panties with my teeth, kissed her little bundle, and then turned her over. I was even more aroused when I smelled the perfume coming out of the middle of her legs. I sucked, sucked, explored as far as I could with my tongue that wonderful little mouth. I twisted my fingers exploring in every way her groin, I played with her clitoris... She was super excited when she licked the area between her xanax and her pussy. It was just sticking her wet fingers in that delicious ass begging me to fuck her.
I put her back on again, I pulled down my pants, I put on my condom, and I went to eat that mermaid in one of my favorite positions, and I got into that tight little mouth, playing with my fingers on the front of her vagina, while with my free hand I wrapped it around her waist where our sweaty bodies stuck together, and I pushed her forward and she pushed her back, with tremendous force, and still pushing her forward, but slowly, we started going back and forth, and as Roseane got wetter and wetter, our movements got faster and faster and faster, and we basically had fun together, and she almost fell down the stairs, and I was screaming like crazy, and I walked over to her back, and I kissed her neck, and then we stood in front of her, and her mouth tasted my taste of my own mouth, and then I was on my feet again.
In the bathroom, we washed each other, and she said she'd never been sucked, and it felt really good, and she said if she'd let me sleep in her house, she'd try a lot of new things.
I turned off the shower and, right there in the booth, she did her first 69. Noooossa!!! The feeling of her mouth on my dick was wonderful. She licked her head very well and caressed my bag in an unprecedented way. I licked her pussy again with taste and for the first time my tongue tasted her ass. Roseane lost concentration on the pacifier she was making and several times her teeth hurt my penis. When that wet crutch felt good again I came out from underneath to eat it on all fours.
I pinched, twisted, brushed the head of my dick into the entrance of her boob, stuck it in this time more tastefully than the first, and began to go in and out with it looser still rolling on my dick.
I called Roseane a bitch and she asked me to curse her because she got even more excited listening to bass. Although, at that moment, for me, she was my goddess, queen, mermaid... I should do her will and I called her a whore, slut, bitch... I said that I would fuck her all night long in whatever way I wanted and that it wouldn't do her any good if she denied or complained. I started to fuck her hard by pulling her hair. The woman went crazy and almost knocked me down so hard that she rolled on my dick enjoying it. Soon I had more fun and we also had to take another bath again.
We didn't sleep and, exhausted as we were the next day, we didn't go to work.
In my next story, I'll tell you about the time we made love on the beach in the open air and ate her ass for the first time.