At age 21, I had to take over my father's Mafia operations when he and 12 other people were killed at a local farmers' market. A car driven by an old man plowed into a crowd of 40 people when the old man hit the gas instead of the brake. It was a terrible tragedy, and the man, who was 87 at the time, was not put in prison but instead in a care facility for elderly people unable to take care of themselves.

Two weeks later, the New Jersey Mafia sent two men over to "persuade" me to give them my businesses. I returned those men air freight, in very small boxes, and told the New Jersey Mafia not to bother trying that stunt again.

Two weeks after that, I came home to find my only two remaining family members, my mom and my sister, gagged and bound on my living room couch. Four men from the New Jersey Mafia were in my living room, again trying to persuade me to give over my businesses. My answer was to draw my machine gun and kill all those men. The sniper they had posted on the rooftop across from my house killed my mom and sister, and was the one member who survived (temporarily) to tell the rest of the New Jersey Mafia that I couldn't be reasoned with.

Four days later, I went into full Keyser Soze mode. I wiped out every member of the New Jersey Mafia, everyone they had done business with, everyone who had helped them in any way, and seized all their businesses for myself.

I then went underground, only doing business through shadows, cutouts and intermediaries. No one knew if they were actually dealing with me or not. I continued to ruthlessly exterminate everyone in the Mafia industry who tried to cross me. My name became the kind of legend that other mafiosi whispered about in fear. Within a year, no one tried to cross me again. If they left me alone, I left them alone.

Eight years after that, I decided it was time to actually vanish. I would disappear forever into the bunker, letting my lawyer, Yashi, handle all my businesses. Only he would be my link to the outside world, and he would contact me only if it was an emergency. But I didn't want to not have any female companionship.

Now, for my brothels, we (starting 50 years ago, with my grandfather running things) program the whores to genuinely enjoy sex (and we give them room, board, and they can keep 1/4 of their cash tips. We also give them an oophorectomy before they begin their whoring career.) Most men like their whores young, but there's a good fraction of men who prefer a MILF type, a mature woman. So when one of our whores turns 40, there's half a chance we put them out to pasture and half a chance we keep them working. Not as many people prefer the "granny" type -- it's a rather specialized preference -- so of the whores who keep working past 40, 3/4 of them are put out to pasture when they turn 50. "Put out to pasture" in this context means they stop working for us as a whore, we pay all the expenses (utilities, rent, internet, cable TV, phone, &c) for a cheap apartment for them (usually in a not-great part of town) and we give them $500 a month for food. So, they can live on their own, though not luxuriously -- and of course, if they were smart and saved up their share of their cash tips while they were working for us, they have that as a nice little cushion. And they're still programmed to love sex (the programming lasts for life), almost to the point of needing it daily. If you watch a porn video with a hot MILF or a lusty granny fucking a young man, there's a good chance the MILF or granny was formerly one of our whores.

Elaine was one of our whores, and she was about to turn 50 and be put out to pasture. I had her sent to the bunker instead. When Elaine was in her late 30's, her metabolism had started slowing. That's not uncommon for women who reach that age. She had been a tall, dark-haired, statuesque woman. Now there was a fair bit of salt in with the pepper, and her body had filled out to the point where she was pleasantly plump. Her E-cup breasts, big soft rump, and thick thighs were very attractive. Her face had gotten rounder, and she had a pleasant smile. My own body was tall and lanky, and my red hair was in a buzzcut. My dick was six inches long when erect and of the usual thickness. I kept my face clean-shaven, as having a beard made me itch.

Neither Elaine nor I had clothes -- there was no need for them. The primary feature of the bunker was a large, comfortable bed -- that's where we'd be spending most of our time. She was only an inch shorter than my six-foot-two self. There was the usual entertainment center and a well-stocked kitchen area (restocked once per week via Yashi's men using a platform elevator that came up to the surface and then descended back into the bunker) where we could prepare food for ourselves. There were two luxurious bathrooms, and some bookshelves with some books on them, and that was all we needed. I was using the name of Frank Keaton.

Elaine, having been transferred into the bunker in the evening, walked over to the bed and joined me on it. She eyed my body and smiled. "Ooh, young meat. I do love young, hard dicks." I smiled back at her. I was, in fact, young enough to be her son. She pulled me into her arms. "Kiss me, Frank." I obeyed her demand, planting my lips on hers. She forced my mouth open and invaded it with her tongue. I happily returned the kiss until we had to break it to breathe.

I directed my eyes to Elaine's large chest, and she nodded. I kissed her neck, gently and slowly, trying to find her sensitive spots. A bit of experimenting later, I was nibbling them, and Elaine made pleased sounds. I then slowly kissed my way down to her chest, trailing my tongue through her cleavage as she lay on her back. She put her hands on the sides of her breasts, pushing them together enough to make a deep valley. I zigzagged my tongue through it a few times, then cupped her huge orbs and began kissing my way to her nipples. Elaine's breathing deepened. I slowly kissed upwards, then took a nipple in my mouth and began suckling. Elaine's arms wrapped around me. I caressed her other breast and tweaked that nipple with my fingertips. Elaine's grip tightened, holding me more firmly against her. I switched my mouth between her breasts, alternating between them about once per minute. Elaine moaned softly and pressed her big body against mine. I continued suckling and tweaking her nipples until I felt her tense up. I suckled more firmly, and she shuddered and moaned through an orgasm.

"Good boy," she said. "Did you like sucking mommy's big titties? Now you should use that tongue on my pussy."

"Gladly," I grinned. Elaine spread her legs, and I kissed my way down her belly to her groin. I licked up her honey from her mound, then ran my tongue along her slit a few times. She moaned lustfully. I slid my tongue inside her eager box. Her thick thighs wrapped around my head as I swirled my tongue in a circle, trying to drink all her love juice. She shivered, and her legs tightened their grip on my skull. I wrapped my arms around her and groped her soft, fleshy butt. She giggled and pressed her body more closely against me. I continued to move my tongue in a helix, and her lustful moans grew more intense. I pressed my face more firmly against her crotch and drove my tongue as deep into her as I could. Elaine quivered with excitement. I moved my tongue faster, and she flooded me with her sweet nectar. I swallowed as much of it as possible.

When she was able to move again, she unlocked her legs from around my head and rolled me onto my back. "How long has it been since these balls were emptied?" she purred.

I had to think. "Several weeks."

"Then you'll need more than one cum to drain them," she smirked. "I'm gonna suck a load out of you first. Then I'll ride you and make you fill me with your hot spunk."

I smiled. "You have nothing but good ideas." She giggled, rubbed my cock and balls until I was fully hard, then positioned herself between my legs. She kissed my balls and gave them a few sucks, then opened her mouth and slid it over the head of my dick. I lay still and enjoyed the feel of her tongue tracing intimate patterns on the bulb of my cock. After I started making little moans of pleasure, she slid her mouth downwards, taking the full length of my shaft inside. She slithered her tongue up and down along my pole in an ophidian manner, making my rod twitch. Her skilled hands were cupping and caressing my balls as she blew me. She started bobbing her head up and down, going from having just the tip of my dick in her mouth to having the whole thing. My legs started to tense. Elaine sealed her lips around the base of my pole and sped the motions of her tongue. With a grunt, I squirted some jets of cum into her mouth. She gulped them down and kept sucking until I was again fully hard.

Elaine popped her mouth off my cock and lifted her body up, then lowered her pussy onto me. She placed her hands on my chest for balance. She moved slowly for an instant, giving our bodies time to adjust, then began moving smoothly up and down on me, squeezing my rod with her pussy muscles every time she slid down. She made pleased sounds. "Your dick fits nicely in me," she said. "Not so small that I can't get pleasure, and not so big as to split me in two." I smiled and nodded as she continued her steady lovemaking. My hips began moving in rhythm with her body. When I thrust upwards into her, I would momentarily hold my position before lowering my hips back down. Elaine began giving my shaft extra-firm squeezes when I was hilted inside her. Her internal muscles were amazingly talented. She shivered through an orgasm and her pussy clamping around my rod was too much for me. I filled her with hot, sticky cum.

She climbed off me. "Good boy. Rest now, honey. When you wake up, Mama Elaine is gonna jerk all the cum out of you. I haven't actually seen you squirt for me yet."

I nodded and snuggled against her, resting my head between her big tits as we drifted off to sleep.

When we awakened, we did our morning routine and then ate some food before coming back to bed. Elaine lay me on my back and spread my legs. She rubbed my dick until it started to stiffen. Then she got between my legs. She began licking my balls as she stroked my pole with her right hand. Her left hand was between her own legs. I could hear her fingering herself as she masturbated me. Her tongue traced slow patterns on my sac, and I shivered. Her hand slid sensually up and down on my rod. Her finger rubbed at a spot just under my cockhead, sending shudders through me. Her mouth opened as she began vigorously sucking on my swelling balls. I began making little mewls of pleasure. She was encouraged by this. She fingered herself more energetically as she sped the motion of her hand up and down my pecker. I gasped as she got me close to the edge. She slithered her tongue around my tightening balls. Her own body shuddered and she moaned loudly as she climaxed. Then she sped her hand up and pushed me over the edge. Her eyes sparkled as she watched jets of cum spurt from my cock and land on my belly and chest. She kept moving her hand until cum stopped emerging from my pole. "Good boy," she husked. "You gave me a nice big load." Then she licked all the cum off my skin and swallowed it down, licking her lips.

"I like you," I said. "You're amazing at sex."

"I like you too, kid," she smirked. "You and I are gonna get along great. Here's the deal. I'm gonna make you give me three loads of cum every day, minimum. You do that for me, and I'll treat you real good."

I kissed her. "Agreed."