Old Habits Die Hard
Chapter 01 - Rekindling Old Acquaintances
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"Fran, Fran Feinstein, is that you?" Mike called out in a hesitant voice.
Although he had only a side view from thirty feet away, somehow he knew that the
tall woman opening her mailbox was his old neighbor, Fran Feinstein. Hours
later, he was even more mystified that he had instantly recognized her. It had
to be some kind of instinct because Fran had changed since he last saw her. Of
course, memories were tricky. He had been fourteen when he last saw Fran and
Morty driving away.
Definitely Fran had changed and somehow in spite of twenty years not all for
the bad. He remembered her as pale but now she sported a healthy tan. Before she
was a little heavy, almost tending to be fat, fleshy was the descriptive term
twenty years ago. A good bet would have been that Fran would be seriously
overweight after all these years. But terms like buff or ripped seemed to the
more accurate today. Her hair was still blonde but it seemed more carefully
styled and the clothes while still tight looked more fashionable and expensive.
Certain things hadn't changed. The first was her height, at 5'11" one inch shy
of six feet and the second was the tits. Mike recalled twenty years ago looking
in her dirty underwear hamper pulling out a massive bra noting the 38D size
label and saying "wow".
"The yellow skirt and matching flowered blouse looked to be made of raw silk.
The skirt was short, very short for a woman her age. But she carried it off. It
was sexy and the color looked great with her skin and hair. And why not, Mike
had always remembered Fran's legs as her best feature. Long and muscular, the
proportion of upper to lower leg was just perfect. The calves and thighs had
streamlined powerful muscles. Mike could recall those legs wrapped around his
skinny fourteen year old body squeezing him so tight he couldn't breathe.
"My God, I'm getting a hard on over a fifty year old neighbor, I haven't seen
in two decades, I got to get myself under control," thought Mike as he moved
toward the woman now turning to face him.
It had to be Fran Feinstein. Mike just knew it was. There was just something
about her that made her instantly recognizable even though it had been twenty
years since Mike saw her last.
The woman standing at the apartment mailbox turned slowly around to see who
was calling her name. When Mike saw the large blue eyes, the aquiline nose and
the red bee stung lips he knew it was Fran. She was even more endowed chest wise
than he remembered. Yes, it was the same Fran Feinstein that Mike and his
mother, Inez, lived next door to twenty years ago in Building 2 of an apartment
complex called 'Terrace Place'.
"Yes, that's Fran, still wearing five inch 'fuck me' pumps and a skirt short
enough and tight enough to embarrass a hooker," thought Mike.
"Do I know you?" asked Fran turning to face Mike like a lioness preparing to
confront and fight off danger. She was giving him the look nearsighted people
have when they're not wearing their glasses.
"It's me, Mike, Mike Perkins, my Mom, Inez Perkins, and I lived next door to
you and your husband Morty. You used to send me to the store for beer and
cigarettes. It was over at Terrace Place."
"Yea, now I recognize you. You were the little skinny kid that lived next door
with his mother over at the Terrace Place Apartments. Yea, I remember you. You
used to run errands for Morty and me. Come here and give me some sugar, you
little scamp," said Fran.
"Well, I've filled out since then. It's been nineteen, no twenty years since
you moved away," as he walked up and was instantly pulled onto Fran's huge bosom
as she planted a kiss directly on his lips. Mike found himself in a cloud of
floral perfume. Mike emembered how tall Fran was but remembering it and
experiencing it were different things. In her heels, she towered several inches
above him. Fran reached both arms behind Mike and grabbed his butt.
"Remember how you liked me to grab you by the ass when I gave you a hug, Hey,
that still feels nice" said Fran pulling Mike groin directly against hers. Mike
felt his cock stir as it pushed against her pubic bone. Fran managed to grind
her pubis against Mike's cock.
"It's coming back to me," said Mike laughing and at the same time hoping that
none of the neighbors could see him standing out at the mailboxes with Fran's
hands squeezing his butt cheeks and giving him an erection.
"Shit, I was just telling Morty now that we are back in Springfield, we ought
to look up some of our old friends like the Perkins. Morty, get your ass out
here and see who's here."
Mike remembered how Fran used to yell for her husband Morty when they lived
one apartment over and downstairs in a run down HUD built project called the
Terrace Place Apartments. It was located not too far from the center of
Springfield, Massachusetts.
Mike heard a voice coming from the general direction of the townhouse door
that Fran must have left open when she went to get the mail. Mike couldn't
make out what the voice said.
"Morty, I said for you to get your fucking ass out here right this fucking
minute," said Fran
"You see what I have to put up with all these years. Morty still can't wipe
his ass without me. Is your Mom still around?" asked Fran.
"Unfortunately, Mother's been having some health problems. Two years ago, she
was diagnosed with an Alzheimer's, the kind that strikes early. There's a
cardiac problem too but that was only recently found. Mom lives in an assisted
living facility over in Framingham. But Denise and I bring her home for a
weekend visit once a month," said Mike.
"Denise, is that your wife's name?" asked Fran.
"Yes, she's at work. She's an RN over at Lynnwood Memorial. She works in
critical care," said Mike.
"So what did you grow up to be? You wanted to play ball for the Red Sox," said
Fran.
"I'm a Master Electrician. Completed my journeyman two years ago," replied
Mike.
At that moment, a thin older man appeared in the apartment door. Mike recalled
that Morty was fifteen years older than Fran. Mile did some quick calculations.
Morty must be sixty-eight and Fran in her early fifties, probably fifty-three or
fifty four. She had been thirty-three or thirty-four when they moved away.
Where Fran seemed to have gotten bigger since Mike last saw them, Morty seemed
to have shrunk. There were a few wisps of gray hair clinging to a face
remarkable only for the number of liver spots. Morty had a cigarette clinched in
his mouth.
"Morty, remember when we lived here before at Terrace Place and the kid next
door would go get our cigarettes and beer from the corner store. He was always
trying to look up my skirt or feel my tits," said Fran.
Mike felt his face turn red. This was not a conversation that should be taking
place in the front yard of a respectable upscale condominium complex. It was
warm. Windows were open. Someone might overhear.
But Fran was right. Mike was fourteen when he and his mother had lived in the
same building as the Feinsteins. Mike was a typically horny teenager who
couldn't keep his eyes or hands off Fran. Mike reached forward and shook Morty's
hand. Mike could feel the bones through the paper-thin skin.
"Come on in and have a beer," said Fran
"No, I should let you get moved in first," said Mike
"Fuck that, get your ass inside. I want to hear what's been happening since
Morty and I left." said Fran
Mike decided that it wise to take the conversation inside out of ear range of
nosy neighbors. In a few seconds, Mike found himself seat on a couch surrounded
by unpacked boxes. Morty went off to the kitchen and brought back three beers.
He handed one to Mike.
"Morty, for Christ's sakes, get Mike a glass. You want him to think we're
white trash," yelled Fran causing Morty to scurry back to the kitchen.
"They're not unpacked yet," Morty called from the kitchen.
"The bottle's fine," Mike replied as he took a swallow.
"Do you live nearby?" asked Fran
"We're one town house over from you."
"Well, it looks like we've all come up in the world. These places are much
nicer than those dumps in Terrace Place. I hear that place has really gone down,
only pimps, drug dealers, and crack whores live there now," said Fran taking a
swallow of beer.
Mike looked over at Fran as she crossed her leg to reveal the upper portion of
her thighs. There were indentations formed by well-developed muscle.
"Old habits die hard, huh, Mikey boy, still trying to catch a glimpse of my
snatch, you were the horniest little kid I ever knew, you were fourteen years
old and couldn't keep it in your pants," said Fran.
Morty returned to the living room, his search for glassware unsuccessful.
"Sit down Morty, you're making me nervous." Said Fran. Morty promptly took a
seat and drank a long swallow of beer.
"So what's been going on with you and Morty since you moved away?" Mike asked.
"Not much to say really, I left when I got promoted by the telephone company
to manage the customer service center over in Lynn and that's what I've been
doing for the last nineteen years. The company decided to consolidate the Lynn
Center with the one here in Springfield and they brought me back to run the
whole show."
"Sounds like a very responsible job," Mike said. One thing Mike did remember
was that Fran for all her earthiness and bawdy behavior was anything but stupid.
In fact, his mother had always said Fran was smart and clever.
"It is if your idea of responsibility is supervising fifty hysterical cunts
listening to customers bitch all day."
"I see you language is just as colorful as ever," replied Mike.
"I see you still like to look at my cunt," said Fran as she open her legs as
far as her tight skirt allowed. Mike glanced at the opening but the light wasn't
good enough to see anything. He could see that Fran was wearing hose that had
elastic in the topics. He remembered Denise calling them "stay-ups". There was a
cream colored ace band at the top.
"Sorry, I guess old habits do die hard," Mike replied. Mike was wondering how he
so quickly found himself right back into a world where he was a sexual planet
orbiting a sun named 'Fran's Cunt'. He thought of himself as the kind of
gentleman who could resist an opportunity to look up a skirt but not when it
came to Fran Feinstein. Somehow all the rules changed the minute he saw he at
the mailbox.
"Remember the time I caught you jerking off outside my bathroom window," asked
Fran shifting her legs to let her skirt ride up further.
"I was just a kid full of raging hormones," Mike replied. He could still
remember trying to watch Fran through the fogged up bathroom window. He had
risked life and limb to climb out on that fire escape and get a look at her
privates.
"Yes and I made you climb through the window into the bathroom and finish the
job where I could watch. You were adorable standing there looking embarrassed
with a hardon making a tent in your jeans."
"That was one of the most, no the most, embarrassing and humiliating moments
in my life, you made me play with myself while you watched, Hell I was only
fourteen," said Mike remembering how after that that first encounter he couldn't
think of anything but Fran and her cunt. She practically owned him after she
opened the bathroom window and pulled him inside.
"Hell, I figured if you wanted to play with your dick while looking at me, you
might as well get a good view, not fall off the fire escape and kill yourself
trying to see through that window."
"I guess you file that under coming of age stories," said Mike uncertain
whether he was embarrassed or incredibly turned on recalling that day.
"That wasn't the only thing I made you do. I remember I was in my period and I
made you change my tampon. I bet that's the only time in your life a woman made
you insert a new cotton pony in her cunt. I bet you've never done it for
Denise."
"I see you haven't loss your capability for embarrassing the living hell out of
me. No, I've never changed Denise's tampon. You're still the only woman whose
sanitary napkin I've ever inserted," admitted Mike starting to recall just how
crazy sex between Morty and Fran and he and his mother got before the Feinsteins
moved away.
"Your hand was shaking so hard I thought you couldn't do it. First I made you
pull the old one out by the string and smell it. I made you taste the menstrual
blood just like you were some American Indian engaged in a sacred tribal rite.
Then I used it to paint your face like a Sue Indian. Finally I showed you how to
use the applicator to insert a new tampon. I think mine was the first pussy you
ever touched. I can still recall the look of concentration on your face as you
pushed the plunger on the applicator. I kept telling you to breathe and relax.
You would have thought you were disarming a bomb," laughed Fran.
"You were the first woman I had ever actually seen let along touched," said
Mike realizing that even after twenty years Fran's filthy mouth still had the
capability to get him hard. She had a way of casually talking about the
filthiest things imaginable without blinking an eye. It had turned him on when
he was fourteen and it was turning him on at thirty-four. He remembered his
fingers brushing against the lips of Fran's pussy as he positioned the tampon
applicator over her vagina took a deep breath and slowly pushed the plunger.
"I keep it shaved these days with a straight line of hair that functions as a
runway. I just happen not to be wearing any panties. Here take a look. You've
been wanting to check out home base since we sat down," said Fran as she reached
down and pulled her skirt up slightly and adjusted her legs so Mike could see a
closely cropped rectangle of blonde pussy hair above her clitoris. Fran's cunt
was completely hairless.
"Brazilian bikini wax, hurts like hell especially when they wax your asshole,"
said Fran placing her legs over the chair arms to lift her butt off the seat so
she could slide her skirt up to her waist.
"You might as well get a good look," said Fran.
"Morty," said Mike gesturing toward Morty seated only a few feet away.
"Don't worry about Morty. He likes to watch, always has. He used to hide in
the closet watch us fuck and jerk off. Now, about all Morty can do is watch
unless he takes a shot of Viagra; then he's a fuck machine at least till the
drug wears off. Booze and cigarettes have taken their toll on him. But with the
aid of modern pharmacology, Morty can now get it up and fuck like a real man."
"I remember how he used to watch us through the slats of the closet door."
"He got off on it. Morty always loved to watch then clean me up afterwards.
Morty was then and for that matter still is, a cream pie eater. That's how he
got his kicks, licking cum out of my twat. Speaking of that closet in our
bedroom at Terrace Place, Morty would sit in there for hours quiet as a mouse
while you and I did the nasty. He watched me take your cherry."
"I remember that. Especially, I remember the first time we really did it,"
said Mike his cock growing hard. Mike had never expected that Fran would want to
revisit things that most people would prefer were never mentioned again.
"Glad to see your memory is still good. Then you also remember my hiding you
in there so you could watch Morty and I with your Mom."
"Yes that was something. Mother just about died when you called me out of the
closet. She always felt what we did those last weeks before you moved away were
the worst sins she ever committed. She made me go to church with her and pray
for forgiveness. But, she said it was too awful to confess to the priest. Mother
always said you and Morty forced her into those things," said Mike recalling his
Mother's reactions to what happened when they got involved with Fran and Morty.
Mike's mother had never mentioned what happened once the Feinsteins move away.
"Forced, that's a good one. Your Mom was practically a nymphomaniac once we
got her started. You place a pussy on your Mom's face and she couldn't keep her
tongue in her mouth. She also developed a craving for Morty's cock. Of course,
that was to be expected since your dad had left a long time ago and she had been
stuffing rubber schlongs in her cunt for years."
Mike looked over at Morty who was staring into space with a crooked smile on
his face seemingly oblivious of the lurid conversation taking place a few feet
away. Fran was right. Twenty years ago, Mike had hid in the bedroom closet while
Fran, Morty and his mother had done a three way. Mike vividly recalled peering
through the thin openings between louvers. His hand jerking his cock as he
watched Fran sitting on his mother's face while Morty fucked her. It had gone on
quite a while and Mike jerked off three times before Fran walked over and slid
the closet door open to show Mike's Mom that her son had been masturbating while
watching them.
His mother had gasped and tried to get up and run away but Fran held her down
and Morty spread her legs wide apart so Mike could climb on top and screw her.
His Mother had been crying and saying "Its not right," over and over again. Mike
was too horny to stop. Once he got in cock in his mother's cunt, he humped her
like he had Fran, slamming his cock into her pussy already filled with Morty's
sperm. As he neared his climax, several flashes went off in the room. Mike saw
Fran taking Polaroid's of him fucking his mother. Later he heard Fran tell his
mother.
"I wouldn't make a fuss if I were you. Child Services would have a shit fit if
they saw those shots of you fucking your son. Incest is a serious crime. They'll
throw your sorry ass under the jail and Mike will wind up in a foster home."
After that, Fran had a hold on Mike's mom. Fran and Morty had several parties
that Mike wasn't invited to but his Mom had told him about when she got back.
Mike's thoughts were interrupted by Fran's voice.
"Remember how to give a foot massage like I taught you?" asked Fran.
"Sure do, Denise loves them. Nurses are on their feet a lot," said Mike.
"Show me," said Fran as she used one foot to drag an ottoman over to her
chair. She placed both feet on the ottoman, spreading her legs as wide as the
ottoman allowed. Fran parted her labia and gave her clitoris several strokes.
"My pussy is recalling the things we did. It's purring and getting all wet
just remembering little Mike Perkins," said Fran as she separated her labia and
placed a wet finger on her clitoris.
"Mind if I jerk off while you give me a foot massage?"
"Sure, Okay," Mike replied as he came forward and grabbed a nearby straight
chair and placed it directly in front of the ottoman. Mike started by removing
Fran's pumps. Then Mike took one hose clad foot in his hand and placed one hand
on top and one on the bottom and slowly bent the toes forward and back. Then he
squeezed the instep.
"Oh baby, I love it, just keep doing it while I melt," said Fran picking up
the pace of her fingers as they stroked her clit.
"Your feet always smelled good. They didn't smell like feet. I see you still
wear hose rather than pantyhose," said Mike
"A girl's pussy needs to breathe. What does Denise wear?" asked Fran
"A nurse's uniform that requires white pantyhose," said Mike.
"Too bad, specially for a man like you that loves an open cunt on display.
Maybe she doesn't wear any pants when you go out. With pantyhose, you never get
to look up her skirt and view the old pussy. Here live a little, remember how
much you like to fuck that hole?" said Fran as she reached down and grabbed her
labial lips and pulled them apart to open her vagina.
"Yea, I remember, you're getting me hard," replied Mike.
"Outside of the fact that I wax it these days, does it look like you
remembered it?" asked Fran.
"Yes, I always thought it looked hungry," said Mike who glanced nervously over
at Morty.
"Quit worrying about Morty. Watching is about all the pleasure he can handle
these days, I pretty much have to get myself off," said Fran as she licked her
fingers and then reached down again to touch her clit. She slid two fingers of
her other hand into her vagina.
"I'm all wet, Mike. Here put a finger in me and see if it still feels the
same."
Mike leaned forward and inserted his index finger in Fran's opening. Almost
instantly, he felt her vagina grip his finger.
"Little trick I learned in Tantric Yoga a few years ago. Keeps the cunt
muscles toned," said Fran.
"You were the first woman I ever did it with," said Mike as he used his other
hand to stroke his cock inside his pants.
"I've shown you mine, pull it out and show me yours, I want to see how's it
grown in the last twenty years," said Fran
Mike kept one hand on Fran's foot as he unzipped his pants and fished his cock
out of his boxer shorts.
"Glad to see you got your growth. Let me have a feel," said Fran as she
reached forward and put her hand around Mike's cock and started stroking it.
Mike felt his cock get instantly hard.
"Bringing back old times," asked Fran as she stroked Mike's cock.
"God, yea, it feels great," said Mike
"Morty, Morty, look, look at Mike's cock. Pay attention when I talk to you,
See it get hard. Remember when yours could get hard," said Fran. Morty did look
down at Fran's hand as it stroked Mike's cock. He smiled and placed a hand on
his groin and rubbed himself. Mike returned to massaging Fran's feet as he heard
the sound of Morty's zipper.
"Poor old bastard, he was a great fuck in his day, he certainly made your
Mother squeal. These days I could suck it for a month and never get it hard."
"I remember Morty and Mother. She wouldn't admit it but she liked it," said
Mike recalling his Mother's legs wrapped around Morty's waist as she yelled for
Morty to fuck her harder.
"Morty took your Mom's backdoor cherry. Morty was the first man to fuck Inez
in the ass. Man did she let out a squall when she slipped it in her poop chute.
But she got used to it and before long, she became a backdoor girl," said Fran.
Mike continued to rub Fran's stocking feet as she stroked his cock. He leaned
forward and inhaled the aroma. Then he leaned even further forward to where his
nostrils captured the smell of Fran's cunt. All of a sudden, he was fourteen
again, dying to get his first piece of ass eager and willing to do whatever it
took to get in Fran's pants.
"Come over her and suck one of Fran's big tits just like you did twenty years
ago. Remember we used to pretend you were my baby and I was nursing you, " said
Fran who had already unbuttoned her print blouse. She unsnapped her bra at the
front. She pushed off the bra to reveal her large breasts. Her nipples were hard
and sticking straight out.
"Oh how you loved to suck on these, you kept trying to get my whole tit in
your mouth, you were a greedy little bastard. Come over here Mikey and suck
Momma Fran's tits," said Fran.
Mike moved over to the chair and took one of the huge nipples in his mouth
while his fingers squeezed the other one. Fran had a good hold on his cock and
was slowly stroking him harder and harder.
"What a sweet baby boy you are. I see you haven't loss any of your enthusiasm
even after twenty years. Here let Momma Fran taste that little drop of pecker
juice that's perched on the tip of Momma's boy's cock," said Fran as she bent
over and ran the tip of her tongue over the head of Mike's cock. At that point,
Mike lost control. He stood up for a moment, unbuckled his belt and pushed his
pants and briefs down t his knees. He grabbed Fran's legs and pulled them to
bring Fran onto her back. He spread her legs wide. He used the head of his cock
to part the lips of Fran's cunt then slipped it into her vagina.
"Oh Goddamn that feels good. I haven't had a good fuck in a week, ram it in
until it comes out my mouth." said Fran as she wrapped her arms around Mike and
pulled him into her.
Mike felt Fran's cunt squeeze his cock just like she had squeezed his finger
moments ago.
"Morty, you watch Mike fuck me. He's really screwing me good. See his big cock
go in my snatch," said Fran as she placed her hands on her ankles and pulled her
legs back toward her shoulders. Mike thought that mid fifties or not, Fran was
flexible as a twelve year old ballerina.
"Can Denise do this?" asked Fran as she gave Mike's cock a powerful squeeze.
"No," replied Mike recalling how little effort Denise put into their
lovemaking the last few months.
Mike began to slam his cock into Fran. He was making loud grunting sounds.
"That right, fuck the shit out of Momma Fran, grind yourself against her clit,
make it hurt, baby, make it hurt," moaned Fran as she pumped his cock. Mike saw
that Fran was humping her pussy upward to meet his downward thrusting cock. She
was humping him like a bitch in heat. Fran raised her body to where she was
almost in a sitting position. Mike felt her powerful hands reach around him and
grab his ass. He moaned as one of her fingers penetrated his sphincter.
"I bet Fran's baby boy would like her to pack his shit, I got a strap on we
can try next time," said Fran as she worked a finger in and out his anus.
Fran's entire body convulsed as she began to climax. She was incredibly
strong, especially when she was in heat and there was a cock in her. Her arm
muscles were the kind you built in the gym with free weights working hour after
hour.
"Look Morty, watch him stroke me, remember when you used to sit the closet and
watch little Mike screw me," said Fran as she locked her long legs around Mike's
butt and started to hump against him.
"You're still the best fuck I ever had," whispered Mike.
"Go, baby, go, fuck your momma, fuck old Fran's twat till it bleeds,"
whispered Fran in Mike's ear.
"Man you're cunts hot and tight," said Mike.
"Exercise, baby boy, ever morning I exercise my cunt muscles like it was a
religion. I stick a walnut in my twat and crack it."
It was over too quick. Fran's filthy mouth always pushed him over the edge.
Mike felt the first squirt of cum leap out of his cock into Fran's cunt. A good
half dozen more squirts drained his balls entirely. Mike rolled off Fran out of
breath.
"Nice full load, I can feel it. Here Morty, feeding time," said Fran as she
got up from the armchair and walked over to Morty. She placed her knees on the
arms of Morty's chair and straddled his face. She placed her hand on the back of
his head. Fran gently pushed Morty's head down toward her cunt.
"Here baby, you lick Mike's sperm out of me, that's right, take your time,
enjoy it, Mike put a lot in there for you," said Fran.
Mike got up and dressed. He was appalled at what had just happened this
afternoon. He was a married man. That hadn't meant he hadn't occasionally gotten
a little pussy on the side but this was different. Somehow he needed time to
think and gain some sort of perspective about what happened this afternoon. As
Denise would have said, "He needed some time alone to process the fact that he
had just fucked a fifty four year old ex-neighbor while her husband watched."
"Well Fran, I better get back to my place. Denise will be home soon," said
Mike feeling embarrassed and not knowing what to say.
"I know, you hate to fuck and run. Let's the four of us get together sometime
soon," said Fran kneeling there with her knees on the arms of Morty's chair.
"Sure, I'll check and see when she's available. She works some odd hours at
the hospital."
As Mike closed the door, he looked back to see Fran patiently letting Morty
enjoy his cream pie. She was naked from the waist up. Her skirt was bunched up
above her thigh high stockings. The only sound was Morty's tongue slowly lapping
Mike's cum as it seeped out of Fran's cunt.
Mike gave a thought to undressing and screwing Fran again. Based on
experience, he knew she'd got for it. Then he decided he'd engaged in enough
insanity for the afternoon.
