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My Jacob,



I knew that you would not understand my decision so I never confided in you. You would have tried to stop this and you’d probably have succeeded, but it would only be preventing the inevitable and this is just something that I have to do. Sometimes it feels as if even breathing is a chore to me and now that I have made my decision, I can only feel a sense of relief that I have finally found a path towards peace.



I know you thought that I was stronger than this and for that I am truly sorry. You did your best to help me — please don’t ever doubt that. I don’t think I ever told you how important you were to me but I hope you knew anyway. Sometimes I acted as if our friendship didn’t mean the world to me, when it was in fact one of the greatest things in my life. You were the only person I felt I could talk to over the last few months. You kept me holding on just that little bit longer. Please don’t hate me for this.



I love you, Jake.



Sandy xxx



I folded the letter and gently placed it back into my wallet. I didn’t need to read the thing to remember what it said. The words were ingrained in my mind so that I could never forget them, even if I had wanted to. The tragic suicide of my best friend Sandy at the tender age of 22 still crippled me with grief, even 12 months later. As I sat at her graveside on the first year anniversary of that fateful day in which I found her unconscious at her desk, I kept thinking about what might have happened if I had left college early that particular day. But I had been too late. Would Sandy still be alive if I hadn’t stopped by at Starbucks on the way home from a full day of lectures?



Sandy had been everything to me; I’d met her when we were both 14 years old and we’d become best friends instantly. She spent most of her time with me rather than going home to her abusive step-father and an absent alcoholic mother, and then we had left for college together. Sandy had been my roommate, my best friend, and perhaps the most important person in my life with the exception of my mother. Sandy’s life had been difficult but she had projected the image of being such a strong and independent young lady to the rest of the world. She could be herself with me, and I knew better than anyone how sad and alone she felt sometimes. I’d spent many hours comforting her or sleeping beside her when she didn’t want to be alone.



I leaned forward to rearrange the flowers against her headstone. I tried to shake off the memories of her downward spiral towards suicide and instead replayed the good times, memories that I had spent the past year trying to bury because it was too painful to know that those good memories were now all I had left. I recalled my 18th birthday when I came out to her. She had rolled her eyes and told me that she already knew, saying that she’d be more than willing to go to the local gay bar with me to help me find a guy who would take my cherry. I had blushed profusely and slapped the back of her head playfully before bursting into laughter.



I remembered the day when I introduced Sandy to my first boyfriend Jon. She’d not liked him very much but she’d been nice for my sake. She was the first person I called when he dumped me for some college football player. Sandy and I spent the evening eating ice-cream and watching bad horror movies until the early hours of the morning when I passed out in front of the TV.



I laughed out loud as I remembered when the two of us had started hunting for an apartment together in our second year of college and our current landlady had assumed we were partners. Sandy decided to go along with it, slapping my backside and calling me ‘baby’ and ‘honey’ at the end of every sentence. I had been so embarrassed but she had found it hilarious. She had also enjoyed embarrassing me.



Sandy would have been disappointed with the way my life had turned out since she had left me. I had been almost as dependent on our relationship as she had been. Without her I fell into the dull and repetitive pattern of college, eat, sleep, college, eat, sleep until graduation and then into a similar pattern of work, eat, sleep. My social life was now non-existent and I’d fallen out of touch with my college buddies. I rarely spoke to my mother — a brief phone call every couple of weeks simply to let her know that I was okay — and I never visited her. I still lived in the apartment that Sandy and I had rented together, paying the rent on my own with an empty room that I was too afraid to enter. Her step-dad Dirk had taken her stuff — probably binned it all too or sold it for drug money — and all I had left of her was a photo album that I had taken before Dirk had turned up, plus her sketchbooks. I should probably have advertised for a new roommate but it just didn’t seem right.



What really bugged me was my lack of tears. My life had fallen to shit in the last year but I hadn’t cried once. Maybe a tear or two at the funeral but nothing more. Surely that couldn’t be normal. What kind of person couldn’t even cry over the death of their best friend?



It was starting to get dark and the sound of the church bells woke me from my thoughts. I stood and brushed the grass off of my trousers before heading out through the rusty gates, turning left to head back to my apartment. I passed a bar on the way. I don’t know what compelled me to stop but I paused outside. I hadn’t been in there often but Sandy and I had been there a couple of times and she had always quite liked it. I peered through the window for a moment and then headed inside. A couple of drinks might do me some good, I thought.



I took a look around as I entered. The place wasn’t too busy, but there was still a steady crowd. I pulled my wallet out from my pocket to check how much cash I had on me. It was enough for a couple of drinks, at least. I ordered a double vodka and coke and sat down at the bar. I felt overdressed; I’d headed to the graveyard straight after work and so I was still in my black slacks, white shirt and navy tie. I took a look at myself in the mirror behind the bar. I looked tired too. My black hair was sticking up all over the place and I had slight bags under my eyes. I used to pride myself on my looks but I had definitely let myself go in the last several months.



“Cheer up, Sunshine.”



I looked up as a guy sat down on the stall next to me and shot me a grin. I took a second to appreciate how stunning he was before looking away and taking a swig of my drink.



“Scott.” He held his hand out towards me. I hesitated before putting down my drink and shaking it. Gosh, he was beautiful. For a brief moment I thought that I recognised him. His smile, those eyes, that gorgeous chocolate brown hair. He seemed so familiar. Had we met before?



“Jake.” I offered, before releasing his hand and looking back down at my drink.



“Yeah, I know who you are.” He laughed at my incredulous expression. “American history with Professor Lewis?” There was an awkward pause where I tried to place him, then nodded. “Don’t worry, I don’t think we ever really spoke to each other. You were always glued to that blonde chick’s hip. It’s been a while though, I wasn’t sure if it was you at first.”



I reeled at the casual mention of Sandy and simply nodded. I did remember him, although not too well. He’d not been part of my crowd and I hadn’t gone out of my way to talk to many of my classmates.



“So, how’s life treating you?”



I wondered why Scott was sitting here trying to make conversation with me. Now that I could place him, I couldn’t remember a single time when he’d spoken to me in class with anything more than a brief “hey” or a quick nod of the head. In fact, I was surprised he knew who I was at all. I’m not rude, though, so I put on my best smile and responded with a shrug.



“Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Work’s keeping me pretty busy.” He looked like he expected me to say more, so I continued. “I work over at the big law firm Smith & Sons around the corner from campus. It’s not really as good as it sounds though, mainly just proofreading documents and stuff. How about you?”



“Cool, man. I don’t work too far from there, actually — I’m working over at the museum.” I nodded. The only museum in this town was less than a ten minute walk from the offices of Smiths & Sons. “It’s not the best job I guess, but I’m hopefully up for a promotion soon.” He paused. “Still playing football?”



I was shocked by how much this guy remembered about me. I hadn’t played football on the college team, but I’d played at weekends with a bunch of friends. I’d never been any good but it had been a lot of fun. I felt slightly guilty that I remembered very little about Scott other than that he had always sat a few rows behind me in our American history lectures. How had I failed to notice him before? How had I been so oblivious to his striking good looks and those beautiful dark eyes, the kind that you could lose yourself in?



Scott ordered himself a beer, buying one for me, and I thanked him. We began to engage in small talk. I’d have called it ‘catching-up,’ but we hadn’t known each other well enough beforehand for that. It was nice to have the company, and I quickly learned that Scott was extremely funny and very smart. Good looks and intelligence? Some people got all the luck.



“So, are you still seeing that blonde girl from college? Sally, was it?”



I tensed at the question. A lot of people had assumed that Sandy and I had been an item, although it wasn’t deliberate on our part. I had never hidden my sexuality from anyone, but to passers-by and people who didn’t know us, I suppose we must have looked like a couple. It sounded like Scott had not heard the news of Sandy’s suicide, either.



“No, I’m not with Sandy. We were just friends, anyway.” I tried to keep my voice neutral.



“Oh. Okay. Sorry, dude.” He must have sensed that it was a sore topic, although I assumed for the wrong reasons. I had loved Sandy, but I hadn’t been in love with her. She had been like a sister to me.



“Don’t worry, it’s fine. Actually, I’m gay.” I had no idea why I told him this, it just came out (no pun intended). I guess I had been so keen to change the subject that I had said the first thing that popped into my head. Unfortunately the first thing to pop into my head had clearly been the subject of my sexuality. My insides clenched as I waited for Scott’s reaction.



Scott was quiet. I wondered if he was trying to plan his escape, perhaps debating the best way to leave without being too rude. Or perhaps he didn’t care about appearing rude and just wanted to get away from me as quickly as possible. The wide grin he sent my way threw me off a little and made me lose my train of thought.



“In that case, do you fancy going out for dinner some time?”



Well, that was unexpected.



“Um, sure.” As was that.



Scott smiled again. God, his smile was breathtaking. I started to feel aroused and shuffled in my seat nervously.



“Cool, man.” He downed the last of his beer and slammed the bottle down onto the bar before speaking again. “Well I have to get going, but can I get your number?”



I nodded and leaned across the bar to ask the barmaid for a pen. I jotted my number down on a beer mat and handed it over. Scott grabbed the pen from my hand and scrawled his own number onto another beer mat before leaned towards me to slide it into my shirt pocket, where his hand lingered gently for a moment. I gasped at the contact then blushed furiously. He was so close that I could feel his warm breath against my face. I was embarrassingly turned on.



“I’ll call you.” He pulled away from me and winked. He was gone before I even had a chance to react.



I finished my drink and then headed home. Scott was on my mind the entire time. I couldn’t stop picturing that astounding smile of his, those gorgeous full lips and that tall, muscled body. I’d always had a thing for taller, more muscular men. I stood at an average 5″10 and Scott had to be at least 6″3. I wouldn’t have said that I was skinny and I certainly had muscles — I used to work out on a daily basis — but it was clear that Scott was way more defined than I was. I shuddered as I remembered how good it had felt to have him lean in so close to me.



It wasn’t until I got back to my tiny third floor apartment before I remembered the reason I had been out late in the first place. My feelings of lust were suddenly replaced with guilt.



*******



I didn’t hear from Scott the next day. I spent my Saturday tidying the apartment and then going for a run. I ordered pizza and ate alone, drinking cheap beer and watching Star Trek reruns on the television. I briefly considered heading out to a bar or club, but what was the point when I would be on my own? I could call one of my college buddies and invite them out but I suspected that they’d given up on me by now. I could phone Bill, one of my work colleagues, but I suspected that he’d be spending the evening with his pregnant fiancé and wouldn’t be particularly keen on the idea of going out drinking with me. I looked across my small living room at the beer mat which was sitting next to the phone. I could always call Scott but I was sure he’d be busy on a Saturday night. Besides, he’d said he would call me and I didn’t want to seem desperate. I headed to bed early.



I was lying in bed on Sunday morning, debating whether it was worth getting up and trying to decide what I needed to do. I thought I should probably head over to the gym since I was still paying for a membership that I barely used. I desperately needed to head over to the laundromat before I ran out of clean work clothes. My fridge needed cleaning out too, and I’d have to head to the store at some point. I sighed and looking over at the alarm clock. 8am. Perhaps another few hours of sleep….



I was woken up by the sound of my phone vibrating along the nightstand. I turned to take a quick look at the alarm clock. 11:15 am. Shit. I reached out for my phone and flipped it open, bringing it to my ear.



“What?” I answered groggily.



“Hey, Jake. It’s Scott.” He sounded amused. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”



“Oh, err, I mean, hi, Scott…” I could barely construct a sentence. Smooth. “No, I was awake. Well, I was earlier. I… fell back to sleep.” I felt like slapping myself. Just stop talking Jake, I thought.



Scott let out a small chuckle. “Well I was just calling to ask if you fancied going out to dinner tomorrow night?”



I sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “Yeah, sure. Where did you have in mind?” Phew, my power of speech had returned.



“Well there’s this great little place a few blocks over from my apartment. I could pick you up at your place at 6? That’s if you’ll be up then?” He joked.



“Ha ha,” I mocked, “but yeah, that sounds good.” I gave him the address to my apartment and then we said our goodbyes. I instantly felt nervous about our date, but hopeful too.



I dragged myself out of bed and headed over to the bathroom. I glanced towards the closed door that led to Sandy’s room. I paused outside it, tentatively reaching for the handle and opening the door a crack. I didn’t go in there often and the room was empty. I supposed I could use the space as a guest room or for storage, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Sometimes I considered moving somewhere else, somewhere where I wasn’t haunted by the loss of Sandy, but I didn’t think that I could do that either. Besides, I knew that the loss of Sandy would stay with me no matter where I lived.



I briefly let myself remember the day we had moved into this place and how excited we had been. Sandy had dashed into this room to claim it as hers despite it being the smaller of the two bedrooms. She claimed she wanted it for the view but all you could see from the window was a dodgy looking alley, a bus stop and the apartment buildings across the street that mirrored our own. I found out pretty quickly that the real reason was because she didn’t have that much stuff — her step-dad Dirk hadn’t allowed her to take much from home when she’d left for college so all she’d had was her clothes, her art supplies and a few CDs — and she’d felt that this would have been more obvious in a bigger room. Naturally, I’d never been over to her place when she’d lived with her step-dad, and her roommate during the first year of college was so messy that it had been hard to decipher what belonged to whom. I was offended that Sandy had thought it would matter to me though and we had even argued about it. In the end I’d given her the ‘what’s mine is yours now’ speech and we’d made up.



I remembered the times that I had slept in here, just holding Sandy in my arms. Sometimes she’d have bad dreams and I’d stay with her because she said that she needed to know that someone was there to keep her safe. Sandy had been so petite that at first I was scared I’d break her but we got into something of a routine when I stayed with her, and I’d pull her against my chest and she’d sleep with her head resting on my shoulder and my arms wrapped around her. Sandy never really told me what she dreamt about those nights but I still knew that the nightmares were about Dirk. I also suspected that they were about her mother who was never around and who hadn’t thought twice about leaving her only daughter alone with a man like Dirk Winters.



I pulled the bedroom door shut and headed to the bathroom to take care of business, trying to concentrate on my upcoming date rather than wallowing in the loss that still felt so fresh. Jesus, what would I wear? I glanced in the bathroom mirror. I’d definitely need to shave and I’d have to make an attempt at taming my untidy hair. I was pretty sure that Scott wouldn’t go for the homeless look. But he’d already asked me out, so surely he must have liked something he saw. I stared at my reflection for a few more seconds, trying to figure out what had attracted him to me. I came up blank. I might have had something going for me during my college years but I’d graduated almost a year ago — just 6 weeks after Sandy’s suicide — and these days I was something of a mess.



I could think of nothing else but my date with Scott at work the next day. I kept making mistakes, which was completely unlike me. I was a pretty efficient worker, always keeping my head down and getting on with the tasks I had been set. I got very little done and kept swearing under my breath every time I noticed yet another mistake in the documents I was typing up. Bill kept quiet at first but eventually asked me what was wrong.



“It’s nothing, really. I’m just a little preoccupied. I’ve got a date tonight.”



“Way to go, man,” Bill exclaimed. “About time! What’s his name?”



“Scott. He’s… wait –” I paused. I’d never told Bill that I was gay. I hadn’t deliberately kept my sexuality from him but since I didn’t date, there had never been a suitable time to drop it into a conversation. “How did you know I was gay?”



“I know everything, dude,” Bill joked. “But seriously, tell me about him.” And just like that, my friendship with Bill seemed to solidify into something more real. We’d always got on well but I wouldn’t have considered us good friends until that point when he showed a genuine interest in my life outside of work and he seemed to really care about seeing me happy.



“You’ll have to let me know how it goes. Just, please, no sex details.” I laughed at the face that Bill pulled before he continued. “If it goes well, perhaps the two of you could come out to dinner with Scarlett and I some time. She’s always complaining that I don’t take her out enough, plus she’d love to meet one of my work colleagues.”



“Yeah, maybe.” I smiled and nodded, but I didn’t want to think that far ahead. It was only a first date, after all.

I ended up leaving work half an hour early and heading home to decide what to wear and to calm my nerves. Bill wished me luck and promised to cover for me if our boss noticed my absence. Bill was a good guy, and I suddenly felt very grateful to be working with him. I made a mental note to go out and buy him and his fiancé something nice for the baby shower I knew was coming up but had yet to RSVP for.



The walk home was lethal. I could have taken a taxi but it wasn’t a long walk and it would have felt like a waste of money. I dodged through traffic in an attempt to get home quicker but ended up having a couple of near-death experiences instead. It had been a while since I had gone out on a date or even hooked up with anyone so I was incredibly nervous. It was very strange; although Scott had asked me out and not the other way around, I feared that he wouldn’t find anything he liked about me and then lose interest. I was definitely attracted to Scott and prayed to God that I would make a good impression tonight but I was anxious and also worried about letting him — or anyone else for that matter — into my life. Since losing Sandy, letting anyone get that close again seemed wrong.



*******



Scott arrived five minutes early but thankfully I had been ready in plenty of time, although that had only led to me pacing the apartment and wearing holes in the already shabby carpet. I’d shaved and combed my hair and even I had to admit that I looked a lot better than I had in months. The knock at the door startled me a little and I took a deep breath and tried to squash my nerves as I walked over to answer it.



Scott looked amazing. He was wearing a tight fitting pair of black jeans and a grey shirt that hung nicely and really showed off the definition of his chest and biceps. His brown hair was in a messy, jelled style that really suited him and he had fresh stubble on his cheeks since I’d last seen him. I loved a guy with a bit of facial hair. Scott’s dark eyes shined as he smiled and looked me over, nodding his approval.



“You look great, Jake.”



“Um, thanks. So do you.”



“I was thinking we could walk. I don’t live far from here and the restaurant is only a short walk away from there. It’ll only take us about fifteen minutes. If you want to call a taxi instead, that’s cool.” He grinned but looked slightly unsure of himself, which actually made me feel better. At least I wasn’t the only one feeling nervous.



“That’s cool, I don’t mind walking. I’ll just grab my jacket and then I’m set to go.” I didn’t invite Scott in to see the apartment even though I could sense that he wanted to. I just wasn’t comfortable with inviting anyone in to the place that he been mine and Sandy’s sanctuary, not after losing her here too. I grabbed my jacket then headed out.



The walk to the restaurant was nice. Scott walked by my side, his hand occasionally brushing against mine while we made small talk about our day at work. It wasn’t as awkward as I had feared and I found it pretty easy to talk and to ask questions. Scott made a few jokes about things that had happened at the museum. He was so animated when he talked and he really made me feel at ease.



When we arrived at the restaurant I was surprised to find that it was the same little place I had passed many times but never entered, called The Alcove. I’d always wondered if the food was any good but just hadn’t found the time to eat there and more recently I had not been too keen on the idea of eating out alone. The place was cosy and had a homey feel, with candles on all the tables and old black and white photos on the walls.



We went straight through and were seated at a table for two towards the back, where we would have a little privacy. After ordering drinks, the waitress left so that we could decide on our food order.



“You come here often, then?” I almost slapped myself. That was the lamest line ever, and I felt myself blush.



Scott just smiled and nodded. “I’ve been here a few times. I used to work here when I was at college so I know the owner pretty well.”



The waitress came back with our drinks and we both ordered the steak. Once we were alone again, Scott leaned forward in his seat and rested his arms against the sides of the table. “I’m glad I ran into you on Friday. What a coincidence, huh?”



“Yeah. Especially when you consider that I go to that bar about once a year,” I laughed.



“Really? I guess I was pretty lucky then.”



I blushed and laughed a little.



“You seemed a little down though.” Scott pointed out. I didn’t know how to respond and I really did not want to get into a discussion about Sandy and the past year I had spent without her, so I simply nodded and made my excuses.



“Oh yeah it was nothing really. It had just been one of those days at work.”



Scott nodded. “Ah, I feel you’re pain — we all have days like that. In fact, that about sums up most of my working life so far.”



We both laughed at that and then continued to make casual conversation. We chatted a little about college, our jobs and whatever else crossed our minds until the food arrived.



The food was delicious and we continued to make small talk throughout the meal. I was really enjoying my time with Scott and it felt great to be out at a restaurant rather than sitting in my apartment on my own. I was becoming increasingly attracted to him and I would often catch him admiring me and giving me heated glances that sent tingles down my spine. God, I wanted him.



We were just finishing up our food when Scott starting talking about how he had admired me from a distance around campus. I flushed a little at this but was very flattered to know that he been attracted to me even back then.



“I’m not sure why we never spoke but I suppose that doesn’t matter too much now, huh?” He smiled and took a sip of his wine. “So what about the girl you were always with? Sandy? Do you see much of her these days?”



I nearly chocked on my drink. I tried to regain my composure and act casual. “No, I don’t.”



“Oh.” Scott frowned a little. “That’s a shame. You two seemed really close. In fact, I don’t think I saw the two of you apart more than a handful of times.”



It was obvious that Scott was only trying to be nice and that he didn’t know the reality of the situation but I really didn’t want to talk about this. I didn’t talk about Sandy any more. I didn’t even discuss her during my bi-weekly telephone calls to my mother. I was reluctant to speak but Scott was looking at me expectantly. I knew that he had meant no harm with his question and was just trying to get to know me.



“Yeah, Sandy and I were very close. She was my best friend. We actually lived together during college.”



“She was your best friend? What happened? Do you want to talk about it?”



“No, not really.”



“Sometimes friends just grow apart, you know? I’m sure if –”



“I don’t want to talk about it, Scott,” I said, cutting him off mid-sentence. It came out harsher than I had planned and I sighed, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my palm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just that it’s really not something I want to talk about. Please, just leave it.”



Scott nodded and took another sip of his wine, then changed the subject to movies. After that, the rest of the date went well and the conversation flowed nicely. It was easy to chat and joke with him — it seemed to be so natural, as if we had known each other for years. I suppose, technically, we had. Scott seemed to have an unlimited supply of funny stories and had me almost in tears with his stories about some of the customers he had encountered both working part-time at the restaurant and at the museum.



As we waited for our dessert, Scott moved his hand across the table to gentle stroke the back of mine. It felt so good.



“I like you, Jake.”



“I get that,” I laughed, “and I like you too.”



I felt kind of sad as we left the restaurant and started walking in the direction of my place. I didn’t want the night to end since I was having such a good time. Should I invite him back to my place, or would that make it seem like all I was after was a quick lay? I wasn’t sure if I wanted to invite him up. Not because I wasn’t interested — I definitely was — but because my apartment was a very private place for me these days and I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of letting anyone in. So what did I do now? Was there something I should say? I wondered briefly when the dating game had gotten so difficult. I was sure it hadn’t always been this confusing. I know it had been a while since I’d been on a date, but I couldn’t remember being this nervous before. Perhaps it was because I was genuinely attracted to Scott and I was so scared I would fuck it up.



We’d only been walking for about 5 minutes when Scott stopped. “This is me.” He pointed towards the entrance of an apartment building very similar to my own, except with a few more floors.



“Oh, umm –” I stuttered.



Scott gave a shy smile. “Do you want to come up?”



“Yes,” I answered too quickly and blushed, trying to recover with a more casual response. “I mean, sure, why not.”



Scott let out a small chuckle and reached for my hand. He laced his fingers through mine and gently tugged at my arm to lead the way. My hand was tingling from his touch and my heart started to beat a little faster. It felt wonderful holding his hand. I followed him as he led me to an elevator and pressed for the 5th floor.



Scott’s apartment was a bit bigger than mine and much better decorated. The front door led straight into an open living space, everything in very earthy shades. It seemed very minimalistic but still felt warm and cosy. The walls were lined with black and white photographs. Scott was in most of them, surrounded by what I could only assume was a very large family. I nervously jammed my hands into my pockets and continued to look around. Scott gave me a quick tour of the nice sized modern kitchen off to the left of the living space and the two bedrooms and small bathroom down a small corridor off to the right.



“Take a seat, I’ll grab us a couple of beers,” Scott said, nodding towards the couch.



When Scott returned he dropped down next to me on the couch, passing me a bottle and then taking a swig of his. The drinks from the meal had definitely affected me and I found myself openly checking him out as he drank. He’d stretched his long legs and his head was tilted back, his eyes closed a little. I felt the arousal in my jeans and reluctantly looked away as he lowered his bottle and turned to give me a cheeky smile. I blushed. He’d been fully aware that I was checking him out and I wasn’t used to getting caught. I fumbled for something to say.



“This is a great place, Scott.” I took a swig of my beer.



“Thanks. I can’t really take much credit for it though; my sister did all the decorating. She’s an interior designer and this became her first major project. I think she wanted to show off.”



“Well she did an amazing job. It puts my apartment to shame, which looks like it’s about ready to fall apart.”



“Just don’t say that to her, her ego is big enough as it is.” I laughed at that and Scott shifted a little closer in his seat, turning towards me.



“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.



The statement had seemingly come out of nowhere and I blushed, ducking my head a little. “Scott –” I started. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I was cut off anyway by his lips brushing lightly against mine. He pulled away all too quickly and I tried not to look disappointed. He took my beer and put it alongside his on the coffee table and then made to lean towards me again. This time I was prepared when Scott’s lips met mine.



Scott kissed me deeply and cupped my face in his hands as he leaned into me. His tongue slid in and brushed against the roof of my mouth. I kissed him back and intertwined by tongue with his. I was gasping for breath when we finally pulled away from each other. I stared into his eyes and I let my fingers gently caress the stubble across his jaw line. I was painfully hard in my jeans and Scott pulled himself into my lap to straddle me before reaching down to unbuckle my belt. I felt myself hesitate and pull away ever so slightly. Scott noticed.



“Hey,” Scott said softly, “what’s wrong, babe?”



“It’s been a while, and I don’t want to rush anything,” I mumbled. My body was betraying my words, however, with my hard on practically about to burst out of my jeans.



“I won’t push you into something you’re not comfortable with, Jake. All I want is to make you feel good, I promise.”



Scott slid down between my legs to the floor and I gasped as he made quick work of my jeans and then reached into my boxers to pull out my hard dick. Scott simply stared at it for a moment and I started to feel self-conscious. I wasn’t particularly huge or thick, but I was a good 7 inches when hard. I’d never been ashamed of it before but I found myself hoping that Scott liked what he saw.



“Beautiful,” he murmured.



Scott took my dick into his mouth and I gasped. My hesitation was forgotten and all I felt was intense pleasure as I arched my back and groaned. Scott was a master; he knew exactly what to do to bring me close to the edge and then pull me back from it. He began humming as he bobbed his head, the vibrations driving me crazy. I gasped in ecstasy as he began deep-throating me.



Scott made sure to taste every bit of my manhood and I was almost blind with pleasure as I teetered over the edge of my orgasm. I began to thrust forward, crying out incoherently. My balls drew up and I knew I was going to come. I tried to warn Scott and grabbed at his head to pull him off, but he gently pushed my hands away and continued to suck. He didn’t move away and I cried out his name as I came into his mouth. He looked up and into my eyes as he swallowed my load. The sight was too much and I groaned, closing my eyes as he swallowed the last of my come.



“Holy shit,” I gasped once I had caught my breath.



Scott chuckled and pulled himself up off of the floor, sitting back down next to me.



“Wow.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I turned to see Scott’s dick tenting his jeans. I reached over and palmed the bulge, causing him to hiss. My whole body felt exhausted, but I hauled myself over to straddle Scott’s lap and rested my face in the crook of his neck. I unbuckled his belt and Scott lifted us both up slightly so that he could pull down his jeans. I reached into his boxers to cup his balls in my hand. Scott groaned.



It didn’t take long to send Scott over the edge. The blowjob must have really turned him on because he was so close. I fondled his balls for a while before slowly jacking him off as I kissing along his jaw and his neck, and within a few minutes he was coming into my palm. He arched his back and groaned, before collapsing back into his seat and panting.



I slid out of his lap and into the seat next to him. My hand was covered in his come and I took my time licking it off as he watched. He let out another small groan and pulled me towards him so I could rest my head against his chest.



“You’re amazing,” Scott breathed before kissing the top of my head.



“You’re not so bad yourself,” I joked to cover my blush.



“So I suppose this is a good time to ask…” Scott said, before pausing. I tilted my head up to look at him. He seemed hesitant rather than his usual assured and confident self.



“Ask what?” I rested my hand on his thigh, squeezing it gently in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.



“Well, I was hoping you might want to, you know, give this a go and be my boyfriend?” Scott met my eyes and I could see the uncertainty in them. I moved my hand from his thigh to lace my fingers with his.



“Does it mean that I’ll get blowjobs as good as that one on a regular basis?” I joked.



“You’re such a dick,” he laughed.



“I’d like that Scott. To be your boyfriend, I mean.”



Scott squeezed my hand a little and leaned in for a kiss that started off slow but ended with tongues and both of us pawing at the other’s clothes. I reluctantly pulled away and sighed. I didn’t want to move too fast. I didn’t want to screw this up and I was afraid of what could happen if I let this go too far. I think, mostly, I was scared of getting hurt.



“I really ought to go.”



“Okay.” Scott didn’t seem ready to let me go just yet, still firmly grasping me in his arms. “Can I see you tomorrow?”



“Sure. I finish work at 5 so just give me a call.”



I extracted myself from Scott’s arms and stood. I tucked myself away and re-buckled my belt. Scott stood and pulled me towards him to give me a goodbye kiss. He nibbled along my jaw and then at my ear lobe. “See you tomorrow, gorgeous.”



*******



After that first date, I began to see Scott on a regular basis. I learnt a lot about him and found that we had many things in common. We liked the same movies and music, and we’d talk for hours about gigs we’d been to or telling stories about our college experiences or funny things that had happened at work.



I spent the night at his place on the Saturday the weekend after our first date. He’d invited me over for pizza and a movie and we’d decided on X-Men: Origins before settling down on the couch. He pulled me into his arms so that I was leaning against him with my head on his shoulder and his arm around me, and he rested his feet up on the coffee table. In just a few days, I was feeling almost completely at ease around Scott. Sitting with him like this felt natural, as if it was the way things should be. After the movie we cuddled for a little before grabbing a few beers and getting to know each other better.



As we lay there on the couch, our legs tangled together, we asked each other questions about our past. I learnt a lot about his family. Scott had grown up in the countryside with his mother and father and 5 siblings; 3 older brothers, an older sister and a younger brother.



“I’m closest to my sister Emma, she’s only a year older than me and we did practically everything together when we were kids. She had the shitty end of the stick most of the time, being the only girl and all. She’s super smart though and she definitely knew how to run rings around us all. She still does, actually,” Scott laughed. “I actually came out to her first and she was truly amazing. She stood by me when I told the rest of my family and she defended me to anyone who said a word against it. My eldest brother Chris kinda reacted badly at first but it was Emma who talked some sense into him. He was full on prepared to beat the homosexuality out of me when I came out, but these days he’s cool with it.”



As Scott told me this, I kept thinking about Sandy. She had been close enough to be a sister and she’d been there for me in all the same ways that Emma had been there for Scott.



“What about you? Do you have any siblings?”



I answered with a shake of my head. Scott seemed to sense that this might be something that I didn’t want to talk about and a topic that he shouldn’t push. I told him a little about my mother and explained that it had just been me and her after my dad left. He held me and listened.



Scott and I went out to dinner several times over the next few weeks and most nights I ended up at his place where we would kiss and make out but nothing progressed further than oral, which I was eager to reciprocate after the amazing blowjob he had given me that first night. It felt amazing to be close to someone again, but not just anyone. I was with Scott, and I could already see how special he was. I stayed at Scott’s place a lot and he never seemed to mind that I wasn’t ready for sex yet. In fact, he didn’t even mention it.



One night, after the best blowjob of my life, I decided to say something. I was worried that he’d get fed up of waiting for me. I didn’t even know why I was so hesitant to go all the way. We were in bed and I was lying against his chest so I lifted my head to look at him. He was falling off to sleep, so I propped my head up on my arm and I reached my hand out to trail my fingers across his chest and took a moment to admire his beautiful face.

“What?” He mumbled, opening one eye to look at me.



“Are you annoyed that we haven’t gone all the way yet?”



Scott seemed to immediately wake up then. He turned onto his side so that he was looking straight at me and reached out to run his fingers through my hair and then hold my cheek in the palm of his hand. “Of course not, Jake. Why would you even think that? I can see that you don’t feel ready yet and I’m not going to push you into something you aren’t comfortable with. You’re taking this at your own pace, and I’m fine with that. I respect that.”



“Okay.” I leaned forward to plant a kiss on his forehead then pulled myself against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my temple. I felt so good in his arms. I didn’t want him to ever let me go.



“Tell me a secret,” I whispered.



“Huh?” Scott rubbed his hands along my back in soothing motions and pulled me closer.



“Tell me something. Anything. Something that no one else knows.”



Scott was silent for a moment. “This one time, during college, I got off thinking about you.”



I laughed. “Just the once? I’m insulted.”



Scott laughed too. “Okay, maybe more than once. You didn’t seem to realise how hot you were and you were completely oblivious to the attention you got from others. In fact, I think that made me even more attracted to you. That’s why I never spoke to you — I was insanely attracted to you and I thought you’d be able to tell straight away. Although if I’d have known then that you were gay, maybe I would have.”



I was silent at that. I briefly wondered whether the loss of Sandy would have been easier if Scott had been around then to help me through. I quickly shook away that train of thought and lifted my head to kiss Scott passionately on the lips. Scott broke away, only to begin covering my face with lots of little kisses.



“Now you have to tell me something,” Scott muttered between kisses.



“This one time, during college, I got off thinking about Professor Lewis up there at the front of the class wearing that bow tie and those sexy suspenders.”



Scott’s laugh shook my whole body. I fell asleep to him whispering sweet words in my ear and soothingly running his fingers across my back.



*******



After almost four weeks of dating, I felt ready to take things all the way with Scott. We were meeting for dinner at his place that night and I was impatient to get home from work. Bill gave me a knowing look and shooed me out of the office early with a “go get him, stud.”



My phone went off just as I walked through the front door of my apartment, and I dashed over to check the caller ID. Shit, it was my mother. I hadn’t called her in a while and she was bound to be worried. I glanced at the clock. I knew I would have to answer just to assure her that I was okay, but she had a habit of keeping me on the phone for ages.



“Hey, momma. How are things?”



“Jacob!” She started down the phone. “I have been worried sick about you! Why haven’t you called? It’s been weeks!”



“I’m really sorry momma, I’ve just been busy. I didn’t mean to worry you.” I felt guilty because I knew that she worried about me a lot as it was, even when I did manage to call her when I said I would. She seemed to worry enough for two people, but I guess that was because she had taken on the role of my dad once he had left us.



“Busy? That’s your excuse? Too damn busy to pick up a phone and give me peace of mind?! I didn’t know what had happened to you! I’ve been calling and calling but you haven’t been picking up. I wouldn’t have to worry if you would come and visit me once in a while, just to let me know that you’re taking care of yourself.” I couldn’t remember the last time she had been this angry. Her voice was high pitched and she sounded close to tears. I sighed deeply.



“I really am sorry; I wasn’t deliberately avoiding your calls. I’ve been out most evenings. I’m… well, I’m seeing someone.”



The anger was gone instantly. “Oh! Really?! Oh baby, I’m so pleased. Is he nice? Is he treating you right? What’s his name?”



I laughed. “He’s called Scott. And yes, he is treating me right. We’ve only been dating for about a month.”



“Oh, I’m so glad for you honey. I really am. After you lost Sandy, I was so scared you’d never let anyone in again.”



There was silence for a moment and I heard a quiet sniffle from the other end of the phone. “Yeah me too, momma.”



After assuring her that I would try and make time for a visit and telling her that I needed to get ready to go out, I managed to hang up the phone. I was surprised by how good I felt. I dashed to the bathroom to have a quick shower, then pulled on a comfy pair of jeans and a blue button up shirt, grabbed my wallet and keys from the counter and hurried out to Scott’s place.



Scott answered the door with his phone to his ear, talking hurriedly. “I have to go now, Emma. Yeah, I’ll call you. Yes. Okay. Yes. Love you too. Bye.” He hung up then pulled me into the apartment before I’d even had a chance to utter a greeting. Pressing me up against the door, Scott kissed me so passionately that my knees felt weak and my mind was in a jumble by the time he finally pulled away to rest his forehead against mine.



“I missed you,” he murmured before leaning down to kiss along my jaw.



“You saw me last night,” I laughed.



Scott pulled away and smiled at me. “How was work?”



“Thrilling,” I replied sarcastically.



“Emma wants to meet you.”



“She does?”



“Of course she does. She’s dying to meet the gorgeous man I can’t stop talking about.”



I blushed as he pulled back and grabbed my hand to pull me into the kitchen. His kitchen had a small dining table in the corner which he had set out with a candle in the middle and a single red rose across my plate.



“Wow, you’ve really pulled out the big guns,” I joked.



Scott rolled his eyes and turned away from me to check on the food. “Grab a beer and sit down. Dinner will be ready in a minute.”



Dinner was delicious. Scott was an amazing cook whereas I struggled to make toast without screwing it up. I told him so and he laughed. This wasn’t the first time he’d cooked for me, but he’d definitely gone to a lot of trouble tonight. I was just finishing up when I remembered the conversation with my mother. Scott must have noticed that something was on my mind because he reached across the table for my hand and asked if everything was alright. I told him that I had spoken to her.



“Oh?” Scott didn’t push for any more information but I could tell that he wanted me to go on.



“Yeah. She tore me a new one for not calling her in so long. I thought she was gonna jump down the phone and strangle me.”



Scott laughed, “Well it’s only because she loves you.”



“Yeah. I haven’t seen her in a while and I guess she worries about me.”



“You should definitely go see her,” Scott said.



I nodded. I hadn’t seen her since Sandy’s funeral. I felt horrible for leaving her to worry about me all this time. “Yeah, that’d probably be a good idea. Why don’t you come with me? I’m sure she’d love to meet you.”



“Really?” Scott’s grin spread across his whole face and I couldn’t help but laugh.



“Sure.”



Scott nodded but said no more, finishing the last of his food before standing. I stood too, following him into the living room and sitting down on the couch with him. I leaned in for a kiss.



“Thanks for dinner, Scott.”



“No problem, babe.”



We began to make out on the couch. It started off gentle and slow, but rapidly became more heated and passionate. I was rock hard almost instantly and gasping for breath when Scott relocated to straddle my lap. He ducked his head to plant another kiss on my lips, pushing his tongue inside and swirling it erotically against mine. The intensity of our kiss shook me to my core. It was becoming more and more apparent that I was falling in love with Scott, but I wasn’t ready to say the words out loud yet. I didn’t want to ruin this.



Scott rubbed our denim clad erections together which caused us both to groan in pleasure. He reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. I reached over to tweak a nipple and he moaned before pulling my hand away so that he could reach down and undo the buttons on my shirt. As Scott undid each button, he kissed and nipped at the skin that he exposed. When my shirt had been removed, Scott clamped down on my left nipple and bit it slightly before sucking it into his mouth. I hissed in pleasure and arched my back a little, then grabbed hold of his hips.



“Scott…” I moaned.



Scott pulled off and looked down at me. “Shit, you look hot. Let’s take this into the bedroom, baby.”



Scott stood and held his hand out to help me up. We stumbled across to his bedroom and he pushed me down onto his bed where we lay on our sides facing each other. I stroked the stumble along his jaw line before he pulled me into his arms to lay kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. I met his lips before pulling away to speak.



“I need you, Scott,” I panted, “I need you inside me.”



Scott pulled away to look into my eyes. “Are you sure, Jake? I’m happy to wait, don’t feel like you have to –”



I cut him off. “I’m ready Scott, so don’t you dare deny me this.”



“Never,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss me. Our tongues battled it out for a moment until he pulled away and rolled us over till I was on my back and he was kneeling between my legs. He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down with my boxers as I lifted my hips to make it easier. He pulled off my socks and then removed what was left of his own clothes.



“God, I love your body, it’s perfect,” Scott said as his fingers travelled down my chest then went further until he was cupping me in his hand. He reached across to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He spread my legs further apart before positioning himself between them and raised my hips up by placing a pillow under my lower back. I pulled my legs up as far as I could to give him better access.



Scott coated his fingers with lube and teased at my hole before inserted the first finger into me. It had been so long and I was tight, but I quickly adjusted and started pushing myself onto his finger to get him further into me. Scott chuckled lightly and leaned up to pepper kisses across my chest. Without wasting any time he added a second finger and I moaned in pleasure as I felt him hit my prostate.



I was desperate to feel him inside me. This was good but I needed more. I needed to feel him filling me.



“More. I need more,” I could barely speak.



Scott didn’t reply but simply added a third finger and began scissoring them inside my tight hole. I wanted to say something, to tell him that I needed him now and not his fingers, but I was so lost in the sensations of his fingers rubbing against my prostate. He pulled his fingers out and I groaned.



“Hang on, baby,” Scott said as he leaned over to the nightstand and searched through the draw. “Shit, my condoms must be in the bathroom.” Scott pulled away to get up but I pulled him back down to me and nipped at his earlobe.



“I’ve got one,” I panted, “in my wallet.”



“Okay.” He kissed along my jaw before getting up and scooted to the end of the bed to rummage through my jeans for my wallet.



I lay there and gazed up at the ceiling, my heart beating so fast that I thought it might explode. I was in love with Scott, there was no denying it. I wanted him so much and it felt so great to be this close to someone after so long. I wasn’t alone anymore and I finally felt like me again. I smiled.



Scott seemed to be taking a while to get the condom but just as I was about to sit up and see what the problem was he crawled back up the bed and laid himself on top of me, looking straight into my eyes. His eyes seemed to sparkle and he held my gaze for what felt like an eternity. It was as if he could see right into my soul. He leaned down for a passionate kiss that made me moan with the anticipation of what was about to come.



“I want you so much, Jake.” It was barely more than a whisper and I shuddered with desire.



“Take me.”



I attempted to roll over onto my stomach but Scott stopped me and leaned down to brush his lips tenderly against mine. “I want to be able to see your face when I make love to you.”



That one sentence was enough to turn me into an emotional wreck. Pull yourself together Jake and don’t you dare cry, I thought. I nodded and spread my legs for Scott as he rolled on the condom and lubed up. He never broke eye contact as he lined himself up with my hole and started pushing forward.



It hurt at first but no more than I had expected. It had been over a year since I’d been with anyone and it took time to adjust to a cock as big as Scott’s. He held completely still but I could see that he was desperate to move. After a minute I nodded and he pushed forward again, slowly and slowly, inch by inch, until he had his whole length inside my tight passage. I moaned as intense pleasure replaced the pain.



“I’m in, baby. I’m in,” Scott moaned as he leaned down to kiss me deeply. The change of position meant that he brushed across my prostate and I moaned in ecstasy.



“You like that?” Scott asked as he nipped at my earlobe and began to pick up the pace, pulling his hips back to pull himself almost completely out and then slamming back in.



“God yes… harder, Scott… ahh,” I couldn’t speak after that and Scott began pounding into my ass harder and harder as I arched my back and lifted myself to meet each of his thrusts. He hit my prostate with every stroke and I was close to coming within minutes. I gripped his back and pulled him against me. His stomach rubbed against my erection and the friction sent me over the edge.



“That’s it baby, come for me,” Scott panted into my ear as his pace became even more frantic.



I couldn’t hold back and screamed out his name as I shot streams of come between us, coating my chest and hitting my chin. My ass muscles clenched around his cock as it pumped into me and Scott cried out as he joined me in release. Once we had both come down from our orgasms Scott kissed me, licking the come from my chin, and then slipped out of me. I groaned at the feeling and felt oddly empty. He rolled off of me.



“Don’t move, babe,” Scott whispered before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing. He removed the condom then headed in the direction of the bathroom, coming back moments later with a wet cloth. He gently washed the come from my chest before throwing the cloth to the floor and lying back down to spoon up behind me.



“That was fantastic. I mean… wow,” Scott gasped.



“Yeah… amazing,” I could barely speak.



“Jake. I –” Scott stopped mid-sentence and paused. “Babe, are you awake?”



“Mm?” I was too exhausted to speak and it felt so good to be wrapped up in Scott’s arms with his sweaty chest pressed against my back.



Scott chuckled and kissed the back on my neck. “Never mind. Go to sleep, babe.”



I didn’t think twice about what he had wanted to say. I was out like a light and had the best night’s sleep I’d had in well over a year.



*******



“Can we go to your place tonight? I’ve never actually been inside and I’d really like to stay there with you.”



I looked up from my food. I hadn’t expected the question and it surprised me that he wanted to see my place so much. “Sure, I guess.”



I wasn’t sure why I had been so hesitant to let Scott into my apartment. I suspected that it was to do with Sandy. It had been her home too, and I’d rarely brought guys back because I’d always felt that it wouldn’t be fair on her. Plus my apartment had been my sanctuary for so long — it was where I had lost my best friend and where I grieved. It seemed too personal to let someone in, and yet I wanted to let Scott in. We had already had sex (and lots of it in the past few weeks), he was coming with me to visit my mother in a fortnight, and I was meeting his sister the coming weekend. Surely letting him see my apartment was only a tiny step in comparison?



After dinner I insisted on paying the bill, and then Scott held my hand as we headed back to his apartment so that he could pick up a change of clothes. Scott had only been to my place twice since picking me up on our first date and he hadn’t been inside either time. My palms started to sweat as we entered the building. I was nervous. Scott wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked up to my apartment.



Once we arrived at my door, I gave him a quick tour and then headed into the kitchen to fetch some drinks. I hadn’t shown him Sandy’s room and he hadn’t inquired. When I returned, Scott was holding a picture from the mantle. It was of me and Sandy the day we moved into the apartment — we were laughing and had our heads pressed together, there were stacks of boxes behind us and the photo was at a funny angle with the top of my head out of the shot because Sandy had taken it herself. Sandy had her tongue sticking out and she looked so beautiful.



“This is a lovely picture.” He put it down before turning back to me. I put the drinks down as he approached and melted into him as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. It was brief, and when he pulled away he rested his forehead against mine.



“Why don’t you talk about Sandy, Jake?” He was whispering, as if he was scared to speak too loudly in case it scared me away. My hands suddenly felt clammy and I closed my eyes.



“Because I don’t want to. Scott, please, let’s not go there.” My heart was pounding in my chest and I tried to push him away. He tightened his hold and wouldn’t let me leave.



“Jake –”



“Let go of me, Scott! Leave me alone! I said I didn’t want to go there. Please, don’t make me say it… please.” I pushed against him in an attempt to get free but his grip was too tight. I wiggled around until I finally gave up and collapsed against him, burying my face in the crook of his neck and trying to hold back the tears that I knew were coming.



“Talk to me, Jake. You can tell me anything, you know that right?”



I looked up at Scott. The look he gave me was so intense that I had to close my eyes.



“Scott…”



His arms moved from my waist. One hand reached up to stroke my cheek while the other gently caressed my lower back.



“She’s gone, Scott.” I felt a tear fall.



“I know, baby. I know.”



*******



Scott held me as I cried for Sandy and for the fact that I hadn’t been able to help her, not in the end. It was the first time that I’d had someone there to comfort me. At the funeral I had rejected the efforts of my mother and my friends but it felt okay to let Scott comfort me. It was also the first time that I had really cried. I cried so much that my ribs hurt and I felt exhausted. After a while I finally calmed down enough to talk, although my voice sounded gravelly and weak.



“You knew?”



“Not at first, no. But after the way you reacted when I mentioned her on our first date, I realised that something was up. I didn’t want to push it, assuming that you’d tell me when you were ready. Then I spoke to a mutual friend from college that first week and he told me what happened. He said it was common knowledge and I felt like a complete dick for not knowing…” Scott paused. “There’s something else too. Babe, when I was looking through your wallet for a condom the other week, I found the note you keep in there.”



I was silent for a moment. I briefly wondered whether I should be angry that Scott had seen the letter, but I wasn’t. I pulled myself closer to Scott, wrapping myself in his arms.



“In a way, it’s partly due to Sandy that we found each other.”



Scott kissed my temple and started running his fingers through my hair. “What do you mean, babe?”



“That night in the pub, I had been on the way back home from visiting her grave. It was the first year anniversary of her suicide, a whole year since that night when I found her….” I trailed off. My voice was barely above a whisper. I shuddered and buried my head in Scott’s chest.

by Kardas W. Fox

Commissioned by CainLucifrio







Dagger walked into his sparsely decorated dorm and kicked the door shut behind him. The tattooed white dragon placed his laptop on top of the bookshelf with a sigh and flopped down onto a weathered couch.



Cain watched Dagger from across the room, his one good eye keen and alert. He hesitated a moment, then stood and made his way over to his roommate. The orange goat demon sat next to the channel surfing dragon, quite a bit closer than usual.



“What’s up, big guy?”



“Trying to find something good.”



“You look stressed.”



“It’s been a rough day.”



“Maybe I can help?”



“How so?”



“Let’s go out, my treat.”



“I don’t know, we’ve only been acquainted for a couple of weeks.”



“I meant as friends, to get to know each other better. Unless you want it to be a date, that is.”



Dagger blushed and looked away. Cain smiled and slipped out of his pentagram t shirt, exposing an identical symbol on his back, and made his way to his dresser to change into some nicer clothes. Dagger headed to his own dresser to change. They slept in the same room, but had partitions set up to allow the both of them to change clothes and sleep in privacy.



———-



Cain and Dagger made their way off campus grounds and down the street. Few words were spoken, the sounds of passing automobiles filled in for the silence. The two made their way to a small coffee shop, only a block away from the college campus. There was quite a line inside, the dragon and the goat demon had to wait a short while before ordering their drinks. After being served, Cain paid for the both of them and they found a place to sit.



Cain sipped his coffee and allowed his eyes to drift, making a conscious effort not to stare at Dagger. “So…how’s it been going?”



“Good, you?”



“Good, good. What kind of hobbies do you have?”



“I don’t really do much in my free time, I just chill and listen to metal music.”



“Really? No way, me too! I’ll bet that pisses your folks off huh?”



“Uh…”



“On that note, you never told me much about your family. Any brothers or sisters?”



“I never really had a family. I have no idea who my biological parents are, I’ve been juggled by the foster care system my entire life. They moved me around from house to house, I never really got to settle in anywhere or get to know anyone. I’ve never been so close to anyone that I could honestly call them family.”



“Sorry, I didn’t know.”



“It’s okay.” The two looked away from each other, and a long moment passed in awkward silence before Dagger spoke again. “So, what’s your family life like?”



“I don’t really have a family either. I’m immortal, so I have to accept that everyone I get close to is going to grow old and die before my eyes. There were people I lived with, they treated me like their own and I looked at them as my family, but that was centuries ago. I’m been afraid of feeling that same pain again, so I’ve been a drifter for most of my life.”



“That’s so sad, I’m sorry.”



“It’s cool.” A few seconds more passed in silence before Cain spoke. “I didn’t mean for this to be so awkward. I think you’re really handsome and it’s been so long since I’ve actually been interested in someone.”



“It’s all right. I have a bit of a crush on you, too. Maybe we can forget the talking part and make up for the awkwardness when we get back to the dorm?”



“Whoa, really?”



Dagger nodded. “I’ve never been with anyone sexually. I’m nervous, but I’ve seen the way you look at me. I like you, Cain. I’ve thought about it. If we’re going to do this, is there any reason we shouldn’t do it tonight?”



Cain grinned. “No, there certainly isn’t.”



———-



Dagger was the first through the door, with Cain close behind. The goat demon was already quite stiff, and in the process of feeling the dragon up to try and get him excited. He only took his hands off of his soon-to-be-lover for long enough to shut the door, then groped the dragon shamelessly.



“Cain, slow down. We have all night.”



“Indeed we do, my sweet dragon, and I intend to make use of every bit of that time.” Cain walked past Dagger, undressing all the way. Now fully nude, he leaned on the wall next to his bed and lifted his short tail. “Let’s get this party started.”



“You want me on top?”



“I’m kind of big, I don’t want to overwhelm you on your first time. Take me, and when you’re satisfied I’ll have my turn. Lube’s on the nightstand.”



Dagger hesitantly shed his clothes, exposing his semi-erect dragonhood, and came closer. He grabbed the lubricant from Cain’s nightstand and squirted a gob into his palm. The dragon gripped his meat and stroked it to full hardness, thoroughly coating it with lubricant in the process.



The dragon wedged the head of his draconic cock between Cain’s buttocks and hesitated for a moment. A gasp rose in Dagger’s throat when the goat demon suddenly pushed back hard, taking a quarter of the dragon’s dick in one go. Dagger’s hips reflexively bucked forward in response, burrowing his virgin meat even deeper in tight goat ass.



Cain moved his body in perfect synchrony with his partner, rocking back to every thrust with equal force. Dagger’s knees buckled, the new sensation affecting him more than his own hand ever could. after a few more shaky thrusts, the dragon pulled out and sat back on the bed.



“Why’d you stop?”



“Sorry, I can’t do it standing up like that. My legs are getting too wobbly.”



Cain smiled and got down on his hands and knees, hips raised and tail hiked out out of the way. “Why didn’t you just say so? Come on, I want you to finish in me!”



Dagger slid off of the bed and knelt behind Cain. He pressed the head of his draconic cock to Cain’s tight anus and crammed his full length inside with one push, making both males groan. Within a couple of seconds, they found their rhythm again. Cain easily matched Dagger’s pace, timing his clenches carefully and countering every thrust.



The dragon’s hips moved faster and faster as he built up to a powerful climax. Dagger didn’t last much longer, and soon pushed as deep as he could with a triumphant roar. Ribbons of hot dragon seed erupted into the groaning goat’s rectum. Cain continued to clench and wiggle, milking Dagger for every last drop.



Dagger held himself in for a few seconds after he was done, then pulled out with a happy sigh. Cain tucked his tail down, holding in his cream filling, and turned to face Dagger. Sitting up on his knees, the goat demon shamelessly displayed his throbbing erection. The sight of it still made Dagger blush, but he couldn’t look away.



“Now it’s my turn, get up on the bed.”



Dagger obediently climbed up onto the bed. On his hands and knees with his tail raised high, he looked back at the goat demon. “Like this?”



“Yeah, that’s perfect.”



Cain got on the bed behind Dagger and rest his hard cock between the dragon’s ass cheeks. He grabbed the lube and poured it all over his shaft. After grinding for a few seconds to smear the lube around his meat and Dagger’s ass, Cain lined himself up with the dragon’s hole. The goat demon prodded a couple of times, then pushed his bulbous cock head into Dagger’s virgin sphincter. The dragon arched and moaned, accepting the goat demon’s length as it burrowed deeper and deeper.



Dagger wrapped his tail around Cain’s waist, urging him in further despite the burning feel of being stretched for the first time. The goat was gentle with his lover and eased in as slowly as he could tolerate. Within a couple of minutes, Cain’s hips were pressed firmly against Dagger’s ass and their balls met.



“Impressive, I didn’t think you’d be able to take the whole thing.”



Dagger blushed. “Thank you. It’s really big, but it feels good inside me. I think I like taking more than giving. Please Cain, fuck me…”



The goat demon needed no second bidding. He firmly gripped Dagger’s hips and pulled back halfway, only to press back in. Cain worked into a slow but firm pace, taking the dragon hard but not rough. Dagger threw his head back and moaned every time the hung goat demon bottomed out in him.



Cain maintained his steady pace, rolling his hips in smooth and even thrusts. After getting used to the feeling, Dagger started to rock his hips back to the goat demon’s deep humping. His clenches came reflexively beyond his ability to control them, but with each squeeze he could feel every exquisite detail of the thick shaft and bulbous head invading his inexperienced rump.



Without warning, the sensation stopped. Dagger gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “Why’d you stop?”



“Roll over on your back. I want to see your pretty face while I breed you.”



Dagger did as he was told, now flat on his back with his erection standing proudly. Cain lifted the dragon’s hips and plunged his hot meat deep into Dagger’s ass again. The dragon cried out in combined pleasure and pain, squeezing tight around that hot demon cock. Dagger’s tail wrapped around Cain once more, holding him in.



After a moment, the dragon’s tail loosened its grip on the goat demon, and Cain began to thrust. Shucking the steady pace from before, the goat demon’s thrusts came fast and hard now. Grunts and groans emanated from both males, and the bed frame creaked in protest of Cain’s swiftly moving hips. Dagger wrapped his arms around Cain, digging his claws into the goat’s back. His embrace only encouraged the goat demon to hump faster.



After a few moments, Cain’s thrusting stopped again, but he didn’t pull out this time. Dagger looked up at him pleadingly, and Cain smiled. “Move with me, I want to finish with you on top.”



The two males rolled over without separating, placing Dagger in Cain’s lap. The dragon put his hands on the demon’s chest for support and started to bounce right away. Cain groaned and crossed his arms behind his head, allowing the dragon to do all the work.



Dagger rode his lover fast and hard, trying to replicate the pace Cain had set before but unable to move quite so quick. The goat demon’s balls drew close as he approached a climax, his moans building in volume as he edged ever closer. Finally, he cried out and bucked his hips upward. Thick ropes of burning hot demon semen exploded into Dagger’s back door, making the dragon cry out as well. He continued to bounce until he felt the squirting stop, and then slowly pulled himself off of the thoroughly milked goat to lie beside him.



Cain wrapped his arms around Dagger and pulled the dragon into a close cuddle. The goat planted a soft kiss on his lover’s lips, making the dragon blush. “So, how was your first time?”



“That was incredible, better than I could have imagined. Thank you so much Cain, but is this it?”



“If you wait a few minutes, I can do it again.”



“No, I mean is our relationship going to be anything beyond the physical? I would prefer something more, but I’m cool either way.”



“Of course, I was hoping you’d be my boyfriend. You’re a really cool guy.”



“I’d love to be your boyfriend! I think you’re a great guy too, Cain.”



“Great! Now turn around, I’m good to go again.”



Dagger rolled over so that he was facing away from Cain and draped his tail over is leg. The goat demon pressed himself against his lover’s back and drove his cock into the dragon’s ass without hesitation. Dagger cried out at the sudden penetration, then let out a long moan when Cain began spoon-fucking him as roughly as the position would allow.



Cain’s hands roamed all over Dagger’s body, caressing his scales. The tenderness was directly contrasted by the force of Cain’s rolling hips. Dagger could do nothing but squirm and moan as the goat demon’s tool violated him so thoroughly, his own cock painfully stiff and dripping pre-cum on the sheets.



The goat demon wrapped his fingers tightly around the dragon’s cock and began to stroke at a pace that matched his thrusting. “Cum with me Dagger!”



The two males didn’t take much longer to reach their respective climaxes. Cain pressed deep and groaned, an instant afterwards Dagger let out a roar. The dragon’s seed released as soon as he felt more goat cum spurt into his well-abused ass. His butt clenched around Cain’s prick, milking out an extra squirt of goo. Cain and Dagger dozed off in the spoons position, the goat demon still buried balls-deep in the dragon’s ass.



——–



Cain woke to the sound of running water the next morning. After a moment, he rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Dagger faced away from the door as he showered, blissfully unaware that he was being watched. Cain crept across the floor silently and slid open the door of the shower stall for an instant to slip inside. Before Dagger could turn around, the goat demon hugged him tightly from behind.



The dragon gasped, then let out a soft laugh. “Good morning Cain, I hope you slept well…”



“Of course, how could I not after such an wonderful evening?”



Dagger arched and gasped to the feel of Cain’s morning wood grinding against his ass. Without hesitation, he moved his tail to the side and pressed his rump back to his lover. The goat demon penetrated him right away and began to plow him hard, earning a pleasured groan from the dragon. Dagger leaned forward and put his hands on the wall for support, listening to the sweet music of their wet bodies slapping together as it echoed off the tile walls of the shower stall.



Cain held the dragon’s hips tight as he ravaged that ass, the force of his thrusts throwing water in all directions every time he spanked Dagger with his hips. His balls hit Dagger’s with such force that they were sore after just a few seconds, but he kept up the manic pace. The goat demon didn’t know what time it was, but had no intention of making either of them late for their morning classes.



The dragon growled and clawed at the tile, flexing his ass reflexively. The pleasantness of the brutal fucking had worn off quickly, and Dagger now winced every time Cain buried his length. Just as the dragon was about to ask his lover to slow down, the goat demon buried himself deep and unleashed a wad of warmth with a groan. Dagger sighed and clenched, making sure Cain was properly drained. The goat reached around and stroked the dragon’s stiff cock swiftly, coaxing his white goo onto the shower wall within about a minute.



Cain pulled out reluctantly and gave Dagger a playful slap on the ass. “Sorry to be so brief, I didn’t want to hold us up more than necessary.”



“It’s okay, I’ll get you back for that tonight.”



“I might just hold you to that.”



The two males helped each other wash, then Dagger turned off the water. They toweled each other off, and headed into the main room to get dressed. Cain was the first out the door, but Dagger followed soon after with laptop in hand. The dragon checked the door to ensure it was locked, then the two of them shared a kiss.



“Cain, I can’t thank you enough. I’ve never been so happy, I think you’re the one for me.”



Cain wrapped his arms around Dagger and pulled the dragon into a tight embrace. He took his lover in another kiss, this time slipping his tongue into the dragon’s mouth. Dagger let out a muffled moan, then closed his eyes and obediently suckled the goat demon’s tongue. Cain held the kiss for well over a minute before he pulled away, which left Dagger gasping for air.



“I love you Dagger.”



“I love you too, Cain. I’ll see you tonight.” The goat demon slapped the dragon’s ass, and the two of them parted ways for the day.

Having a steady girlfriend through most of my high school days never stopped me from cheating with a number of girls who caught my attention, so when I went to university it was more of the same, till I met Karima.



Karima was older than most of the girls in my class, she was 30, long brown hair, soft skin, mixed as she was half arab and half white, with bright brown eyes and a stunning body….thin legs, nice juicy ass and the perfect boobs.



She was shy, reserved and a virgin. She was saving herself for marraige apparently and had turned several guys down. Her friends said she had not found the right guy so as the years went by, she began to believe she would always be single, and that added to her shyness around men.



I was facinated by this girl, sometimes things just click for no reason, and thats exactly what happened with Karima. I saw her for the very first time in my Maths class and couldnt take my eyes off her. I could sense she was aware of my attention because she kept glancing at me after every few minutes and met my gaze for a few moments before she lowered her eyes and turned away.



Once I saw her at a beach party, all the other girls were in their bikinis except her. She was sitting on the patio wearing a white top and a transparent white skirt which showed off her pink panties underneath. I remember going out to grab a drink from the patio cooler and getting a good look at her crotch as she sat with her legs slightly parted. That alone turned me on, because it was Karima!



Another time we were squeezed in an elevator together and as it turned out she was squeezed just ahead of me. I deliberately pressed myself against her ass and revelled in her smell as I let my cock harden against her behind. She could feel it yet to my surprise and delight – she did not make any effort to move away.



As the doors opened on the elevator she quickly glanced at me as she walked away with her face flushed bright red.



That was the moment I told myself that whatever it takes,I will end up fucking this girl one way or the other. I had to have her, something about her just drove me wild.



A day later, I was at the mall with my girlfriend Natalie, and saw Karima. Natalie was busy browsing Victoria’s Secret, and I tagged along to pay the bills when I saw her passing by. We locked eyes as she passed by went into the store right across.



This was my chance I thought to myself as I hurriedly told Natalie I’d be right back, and made my way to the store Karima walked into.



As I entered, I saw her by the door she was pretending to go through a stack of shirts, but in reality she was by the window and once she saw me walk in, she looked up at me and smiled.



I walked across to her and tried to hold my voice steady “Hey! We’ve never met but we’re in Maths together and I’ve seen you around quite a bit..I’m Brian”.



She continued to smile and held out her hand “Karima”.



I took her hand and looking into her big bright eyes, began to smile and said “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while but….” I shrugged and she gave me a knowing look.



She laughed and said “is that the reason why you keep staring at me”?



I laughed and replied “That and a couple of other reasons”!



“Such as” she asked?



“How about we talk about it over dinner” I replied.



She laughed again. “Wont your girlfriend be upset”?



“Maybe. But something tells me I don’t really care” I smiled.



Thats when she realized I wasnt just flirting with her, she could see this was real, and I wasnt messing around.



She began to blush and shyly looked away then back at me. “I don’t really date but…I want too with you” she replied.



I smiled. “So friday night”?



“Okay”, she replied. “Do you want my number”?



“I already have it” I grinned back. “I looked you up in the student directory and on facebook”.



“Oh God” she laughed. She looked away shyly “I’ve never gone on a proper date before, thats just not me. I cant believe Im doing this”.



“Im glad you are” I replied “So I’ll call you soon”.



“Okay” she smiled as I walked away.



As I walked back to Natalie, all I could think about was how attracted I was to this busty little woman, and how badly I wanted to undress her, lick her all over and fuck her as hard as I could over and over again.



I went home and called her the same night. We chatted for over an hour about all kinds of stuff, and we hit it of so well it seemed as if we knew each for years.



Friday couldnt come soon enough but it finally came and I drove across to her apartment to pick her up, armed with roses and chocklates.



I walked to her doorstep to pick her up having made reservations at a fancy Italian restaurant, and knocked on her door.



She opened the door and my jaw dropped, she was wearing a stunning black dress, with straps around her shoulders showing off her neckline, the dress was tightly wrapped around her body showing off all her curves, ending just above her knees, flashing her soft legs.



“Wow”. “Im totally speechless” I smiled, handing her the flowers.



She blushed “Thanks Brian..come on in”.



“Do you want to head out instead, we can go for dinner and I can come inside later instead” I said.



She smiled “Actually, its a bit of a surprise so come in” she said and held my hand and led me inside.



She led me into her apartment, the lights had all been dimmed, and sitting in the middle of her dining room was a table set for two, with candles and soft music playing in the background.



I looked at her with a surprised look…



She said “I thought I’d cook for you at home instead..hope you dont mind”.



I smiled “Dont mind at all, but you shouldnt have done all the work…I couldve helped”.



She laughed “You can help me clean up how’s that”?



“Deal” I replied.



“But first…may I have this dance” I asked, as the music played in the back.



I didnt give her a chance to respond as I grabbed her and pulled her close to me and began to dance with her.



She wrapped her arms around my waist and gazed into my eyes as we moved to the music, and with my right hand I began stroking her arms and her waist.



She rested her head on my shoulder and I began kissing her earlobe, slowly moving to the music enjoying her smell, and her body next to mine for the very first time.



“Mmmmm” she murmured….



I ran my hands down her back and across her ass, tightly bound in her black dress and squeezed her ass cheeks.



She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and I couldnt hold back any longer. I kissed her lips with passion,pulling her even closer and pressing my cock against her crotch.



Her lips opened to meet mine and she darted her tongue out tentatively, I met her tongue with mine and began unzipping her dress…



She pulled away a touch and whispered “Brian..we shouldnt be doing this…not till marraige”



I pulled her back and said “Hush…I want you Karima..here feel how bad”, and held her hand and pushed it down to my cock…I unbuttoned my pants and pushed her hands down to hold my hard cock…



Surprised by how fast things were moving, she began pulling away until she felt my cock.



She gasped as she felt my cock in her hands…and she began stroking it with her fingers instinctively, and once again began kissing me hard with her tongue all the way inside my mouth.



I knew then she was mine and quickly unzipped her dress all the way and pushed the straps over her shoulders, kissing her shoulders and her neck as the dress dropped to the floor.



She shyly looked down as she stood before with me with her black bra and panties. I couldnt stop admiring her body, and I slowly unhooked her bra so I could finally see those amazing breasts that I had dreamt of kissing and licking since I first laid eyes on Karima.



As her bra fell off, I took a moment to admire Karima’s breasts…they were stunning just as I had imagined, big brown nipples erect just waiting for me to take them in my mouth.



“Oh baby this is wrong…we shouldnt…” she murmured as I squeezed her breasts.



“Oh God…Mmmm…..” she groaned as I took her nipples in my mouth and began licking and biting them softly.



She began to rub her hands all over my hair and my neck as I licked her big brown juicy tits, pausing for a moment to plant another wet kiss on her lips.



“Ohh Brian….oh baby” she groaned.



I pushed her slowly back towards the sofa, sitting her down as I unbuckled my belt and dropped my trousers.



She nervously looked up at me unsure what was about to happen next…clearly she was not only a virgin but also very inexperienced with anything sexual.



This will be fun I thought to myself as I guided her hands to my cock and had her push down my boxers exposing my rigid throbbing cock right in front of her face.



Her eyes sprang open in surprise as she looked at the size of my cock with nervous anticipation.



“Oh Brian…it’s so big baby….” she purred.



“Its all yours baby…suck it Karima…take me in your mouth babe” I replied



She went to her knees and I guided my prick to her face.



She opened her lips and I slipped my dick in. I clutched her head and slid my prick into her warm wet silky mouth.



“Oh yes…ahh,” I groaned at the sensation of her lips and tongue on my cock. I drove my dick on in, and then began sliding it back and forth. “Oh yeah, that’s the way, baby,” I huffed. “That’s the way to suck it. Baby but you’ve got a wet hot mouth. Oh baby, suck my dick, suck every inch of it.”



I hunched my crotch on her face, humping my prick down to her throat. “I’m fucking your mouth, baby,” i panted, “I’m fucking your throat.”



She sucked voraciously on my cock, using her palate, gums, tongue and lips. “Not so bad for a virgin” I thought to myself!



I felt my balls swelling and the cum churning and swirling in my bag. I didnt want to cum just yet. I slid my dick out of her mouth and went down on my knees and pulled her down on her back.



I slid her black lace panties down, raised her legs and drew them back, and went down on her. I buried my face on her pussy, rubbing it up and down and around.



“Yummy” I thought to myself as I tasted Karima for the very first time. I clasped her hips and went to town on her cunt. I slid my tongue in and licked and sucked her clit, and then began jamming and flicking and jabbing my tongue in her pussy.



She clutched my head and lurched her cunt up, mashing and grinding it on my face as she lost control of her body. “Oh, ah, your tongue,” she panted. “Oh, it’s so long and thick–ahh–Oh Brian baby I’m so wet.”



I tongue-fucked Karima, zipping my tongue up and down her pussy.



“Oh god, eat me,!” she gasped. “Eat my cunt. Fuck me with your tongue. Goddamn, it feels so fucking good!”



I smiled to myself as I thought about this virgin who I was eating with my tongue in all her glory begging me to fuck her.



She reached down and pushed my head hard into her pussy, as she humped her body wildly off the bed at me.



“Unggh! Uggghh! Ohhhh!” Karima’s body felt like it was on fire, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning and she couldn’t hold out any longer, her pussy felt like it was about to explode.



“Oh god, oh god! I’m Cumming! I’mmmm CUUUMMMINNNG!”



Karima felt her body shudder as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably around my tongue. She arched her back as the ripples of pleasure rode through her whole body, lifting her lower body right off the floor.I licked her cunt, taking in her pussy juices as they flooded out. Karima couldn’t control her herself, she thrashed her legs about – she was having another orgasm, then another shot through her, she’d never experience anything like it in her life, the fact that this was so wrong in her mind, being a virgin and wanting to save herself for marraige, made it even more intense.



“Ungghh … YES! Ohhh … Guuuhhhh!” Her cries of passion echoed round the room as at last the pulses of sexual electricity slowed to a stop.



Karima just lay there breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. She brushed her sweaty long black hair away from her face, her whole body was dripping with sweat now.



She looked down to see me still lapping at her cunt with my tongue, teasing her clit. My lips were filled with her juices and she kept thrusting her pussy up towards my face.



“Come here” she huskily whispered. I let go of her clit and moved back up planting quick kisses along the way until I finally reached her lips and stuck my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her sweet juices from my mouth.



She hungrily sucked in her juices from my mouth and turned me over so she could climb on top of me, rubbing her pussy against my cock and planting kissing along my chest. I rested my head back and let her do what she wanted.



Sure enough I guessed where she was heading, down to my balls – she buried her lips by my sack and started sucking my balls wildly making loud slurping noises as she sucked me like a pro.



I felt myself getting hard once again as Karima continued sucking my balls and stroking my cock with her fingers. I pulled her off my balls and turned her over, spreading her legs and placing her on all fours, her ass staring right at my face.



I thought about what I was about to do and smiled to myself, knowing I had never done anything like this for anyone else but finding myself filled with a desire to lick Karima’s ass for the very first time.



I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her higher and just below her dripping pussy tucked between the firm globes of her ass was her cute puckered hole. Clean, pinkish tan, clenching as she tightened her ass to thrust her pussy up into the air.



I stuck my tongue out as far as possible and lowered my head. The tip of my tongue flicked against her tight anus.



Karima gasped with surprise as I flicked the tight ring again.



“No, baby. Not there, not there.” she whimpered.



My tongue flicked her butt again and she quivered as though she had touched an electric wire. I raised my head and looked once again at the clenching ring, took a deep breath, dropped my head again as my rigid tongue pierced Karima’s ass and drove into her.



Karima whimpered again. She gasped as her lungs demanded air.She spread her legs giving me room…arched her back again, all her thoughts forgotten she pushed her ass back towards my face.



“Suck me, baby. Eat me. Oh my god, my god. Brian baby….I’m going to cum, going to cum, I’m cumming. Oh great god. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Goddddddd. Your tongue’s in my ass, in my ass. Oh, god, so dirty, so nasty. Tongue me, baby. Can’t stop cumming. Ohhhhhh, again, I’m cumming again. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Your tongue, Oh god, your tongue is in my butt”.



Karima shuddered as she felt her orgasm all over her body, her legs gave way and she fell back into my arms. Breathing heavily she looked up at my lips covered with her cum and kissed me hard, her tongue diving into my mouth tasting her own cum.



“That was amazing…I cant believe you did that baby” she whispered.



“Mmmmm I replied”:. ” My cock was aching with desire. I had to be inside her. She could tell I wanted to fuck her brains out.



“When you put your tongue in my pussy, that was the best feeling ever”! “But then you tongued my ass and that was even better//Oh God baby..I cant believe we did this”.



“We arent done yet babe…” I smiled stroking my cock as it sprang up. “Your pussy is next…I want my cock inside your little pussy babe”.



She looked into my eyes and then down to my cock. With a smile, she moved towards me and began kissing me hungrily, her tongue now freely playing with mine, while her fingers began stroking my cock – getting ready to feel my cock inside her for the first time.



To be continued!

After my first sex I was feeling as if I were on top of the world. I nearly fell asleep but I heard his noise. Sir Jareh stood up and looked at me.



-We should put on clothes. I have to go. They will notice that I am not at the table. In addition, you may also have problems with your boss.



I started dressing. At that moment, I didn’t care about regular problems. Despite usually being too cautious, I stopped thinking and just enjoyed myself. We dressed up. Jareh looked at me and gave me a big kiss.



-This is it? – I asked.



-No … Not yet – He looked at me with a grin – I will meet you tomorrow.



-Where?



-I know your job. It’ll be easy for me to find you.



He left the room and left many questions unanswered. That man amazed me once more. Although I didn’t mention who I was and what I was doing, I was absolutely assured that he knew much more about me. Yeah, that man knew how to scare people. Going out of the room, I looked around the room and exciting flashbacks came up to my mind. I smiled and slowly walked through the hall.



***



Next day, I went to the castle to take bullock cart and jugs. I hoped to see Jareh and I was secretly looking for him, however, I couldn’t find him and that made me a bit frustrated. I took everything I needed and went to the river. Everything was beautiful. Sun was shining and gorge was just stunning. Birds’ pipe and sound of water created a perfect combination which helped me relax.



I was filling the jug, when I heard a familiar voice.



-I knew I could find you easily.



I turned around and looked at him with happy smile on my face. I ran and hugged him. Jareh seemed even more attractive than before. His deep blue eyes perfectly matched gorge’s greenery. I tried to kiss him but he stopped me.



-Actually, I came here to bathe. However, I would not mind the company.



-Oh I see. – I laughed.



He looked at the river and started undressing. Jareh took off his blue shirt and showed his haired chest, delicious abs and scarves.



-How did you get them? – I asked and ran my fingers through his scarves.



-24 years of fighting against variety of enemies leaves signs, including scarves. – He answered in a low voice.



-24 years?! How old are you then? – I was extremely surprised.



-38. – He answered and I understood that it was quite a depressing topic for him.



-You must have been a 14-year-old boy when it all started. – I wanted to hug him. This was the first time he seemed desperate or sad. Both of us stopped talking, but it was him who broke the silence.



-Anyway, I thought we were going to bathe and have fun … not to talk about my unhappy childhood. – He smiled, but I understood that smile was totally fake. He did not want me to see him in that condition. Like every other warrior, he was used to bury his own feelings and emotions. One the other hand, I appreciated and even liked his masculinity.



He took off everything and suddenly asked me:



-Can someone see us here?



-Actually, this place is very quiet, because no one comes here. I usually prefer being alone. Thus, I always come here.



-That’s good. We won’t have to hide. – He laughed.



I looked at his body and immediately felt strange feeling in my body. I l saw his glorious semi-erect manhood and I realized how much I wanted to suck it or stick it in my ass. I looked at Jareh’s hard pink nipples and beautifully shaped butt. He was extremely satisfied with me having a hard-on. He asked me to undress and ran to the river. He jumped in the water and turned around to tease me with his amazing body. Having undressed, I jumped as well, but water was too freezing and I started trembling with cold. He gave me a warm hug and I started to get accustomed to coldness. Soon we started playing. We were swimming, splashing water at each other, laughing and just enjoying ourselves.



When I got too tired, I sat on the bank and tried to relax. He must have gotten too bored without me, because soon he sat next to me.



-You don’t even realize how much I like you. You are the sweetest and cutest person I have ever seen. – He looked at me.



-Do you say that to every boy you sleep with? – I blushed but asked curiously.



-It is bad that you do not appreciate me. – He whispered.



-I am not trying to offend you. It’s just too obvious that I was not your first and won’t be your last.



He did not say anything. We sat for several minutes and then he said:



-Are you too tired?



-Depends on what I’ll have to do. – I answered.



-Yesterday my cock enjoyed your mouth very much and would like to do that again.



-I thought he’d never ask – I grinned and kissed Jerah.



That time he kissed me back. I put my arms around him and slowly opened my mouth. He started moving his tongue inside my mouth and touching mine. After several minutes of kissing, he took his tongue out of my mouth and made me lie on my back. He lowered his head and suddenly I felt his wet tongue licking my nipple. He took it in his mouth and started sucking it while with the hand he started playing with my other one. This made me moan with excitement.



Then he stood up, grabbed back of my head and slowly moved it to his cock. At first, he was teasing me and did not let me put it in my mouth, but then I started slowly stroking it and it made him horny. I licked the head of his dick. Jareh started begging for more. Now it was me who started teasing. Finally, I put it in my mouth. Jareh slowly started moving it in and out of my mouth. I managed to fully take 9-inch cock in me and I did not even choke. Soon he was already ready to come but he did not want to. He took his cock out and forced me to turn around. He was breathing heavily and his sweat was slowly soaking my back. I could not see him but I knew that he was checking my ass out. He wanted to repeat what we had done the day before.



I felt big pink head popping into me. I moaned and grunted and that must have made him more confident because he suddenly entered me fully. I cried out with surprise and pain. He started moving slowly but gradually increased the speed. He let out loud moan and continued pushing as hard as he could. I was biting my lips from pleasure and was groaning his name loudly. That made him even crazier. I could not hold it up any longer. I screamed and came. I shot my first load on the grass. Seeing my sperm, Jareh could not wait any longer and I felt his trembling cock swell and unload his sperm in my ass. He moaned and immediately fell forward unable to move. I crawled next to him and kissed his forehead. I looked at him and felt unusual warmth in his eyes. I held his hand and placed my head on his sweaty chest. Soon I fell asleep. That was the most extraordinary moment of my life. But it did not last long enough.



Strange liquid touched my face and that made me wake up. I looked at my chest and it was full of blood. Firstly, I was unable to breathe. My hands were shaking and I looked around with extreme fear and shock. I looked at Jareh. He was lying in his own blood. His throat was cut with a small knife which was left next to him. I could not breathe. I wanted to scream and ask for help but nothing came out of my mouth. I was afraid to look at him. I realized how stupid I was to think that everything would be alright. At that moment, I was so miserable that I could easily commit a suicide. I burst into tears and started nervously whispering his name. Minutes earlier, I would do anything to be his last lover, but now seeing him dead and realizing how badly the dream came true, only thing that I could do was to curse my own tongue.



I heard a noise coming from valley and I became even more frightened. I took knife to defend myself against the murderer. I had strange foreboding that murderer would return. I had never used knife as a weapon and because of my tears I could hardly see. Nevertheless, I was standing there ready to defend myself. Noise was increasing and I understood that he was coming closer. I strained every nerve. Someone came running up to me, but he was far from being a killer. He was just a small child. He looked at me, at a dead body and at a knife in my hand. I could see fear filling him as he started shivering. Suddenly, He screamed “Murderer!” and ran back to the village.



I realized that I was holding a knife and my hands were full of blood. I realized with horror that I would become a number-one suspect. No one would believe me. I was just a poor servant. No one cared enough to defend me. No one would care if I was killed despite being innocent. One of the most important people in the country died and someone had to pay. I understood that I was only one related to this crime. I could hardly breathe. My hands were trembling and I was unable to move, but instinct of survival finally made me move. I dropped my knife, wiped my tears, kneeled down to kiss my lover and quickly swimmed across the river. River was surrounded by big valley and the village on the one side and big forest on the other. I could not return to my home so I quickly decided to run away from everything. I entered the dark forest and only looked back for once.



To be Continued …

Note – This story was co-written by MasterAaran and myself. Our long-time editor has edited it for us. Dialogue in this part of the story is in English, other than the terms of endearment which are “dorogaya moya” (my darling), “moya konfeta” (my sweet), “moyej l’ubov”u” (my love), “moya l’ubov’” (my love).



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Sonja kicked off her heels as she entered her house. It had been another long day, and she didn’t feel like cooking after it, but she didn’t really want fast food either, so she flipped through her list of delivery menus, then gave a laugh. “Might as well just order from my favourite place,” she mused to herself and picking up the cordless phone, she dialed the number she knew by heart.



A familiar voice answered the phone at the other end, and she sighed in pleasure at hearing it. She had been forced away from her favourite things over the last few years due to a major case that had been on-going against the Russian mafia presence in the state.



“Nicolai, dorogaya moya. I’ve missed your delicious food…. Da, dorogaya moya … I want an order of Basturma, Mushroom and Shallot Buckwheat Kasha, a Classic Georgian salad, Zelyonye Schi and some Chocolate Vodka… Here is my new address…”



“Sonja!” Nicolai answered on the opposite end. He was grinning ear to ear as he spoke with her, even though she couldn’t see it. She had been a long-time customer, and a regular buyer from his delivery business, when the recent trouble with the mafia started. Over the last several years, the government had cracked down heavily on any and all traces of mafia that they could find. Every few weeks for the first year or so, there would be news of another cell that had been taken down. Eventually, they tracked it down to the ‘Boss’ himself, who had been captured and taken to trial. If it hadn’t been for his brother, none of them would have escaped arrest, but the cunning new leader had expertly thrown the police off of the trail of the remnants.



Though no one, especially as low as Nicolai, knew exactly what had happened, it was rumoured that the new boss had even turned in members of some cells in order to protect others. Either ways, the commotion had finally settled down and business was back to normal…except for a few loose ends. The boss had put a hit order out on all members of the witnesses and jury that had taken part in the trials. All male members were to be assassinated, all females, if they were young and pretty enough, were to be taken. Poor Sonja was on the “Take” list… and unfortunately, Nicolai had been named as the contact that had to do the deed. For this reason, as soon as he heard her voice, he picked up his cell phone and dialled a number which would send an automatic tap from the business phone to the phones of two of his mafia companions.



“I’ll get your order out and bring it myself, Baby!” He said into the phone. “See you in about half an hour!”



“See you soon, Nicolai,” she said, hanging up the phone. Knowing she had a little time, she went to her bedroom and changed from her work clothes and took a quick shower. The warm water sluiced over her naked body, making her sigh in pleasure. She washed her hair then sighed, wishing she had never seen any of the horrible things that sent her into hiding, far from her friends and family.



After a few minutes of relaxing under the hot water, she turned off the taps and reached out, grabbing a towel before drying off. Slipping into her favourite fluffy robe, she dried her hair under the towel. Going to the bedroom again, she pulled out a pair of panties and slid them on, admiring her long, shapely legs as she pulled up the silk thong. She then pulled on some sexy lingerie, loving how the silk felt against her skin and the way wearing it made her feel, even though she had no one to wear it for. A black silk robe slid over her outfit and draped over her curves to complete her outfit.



Hearing the doorbell, she smiled to herself and hurried to answer it. “Nicolai!! Lyubimaya!! So good to see you,” she said after opening the door, and kissing his cheeks. “I’ve missed you so much!”



He stood there smiling at her as she gave him the customary kiss on the cheeks that she always greeted him with. He felt a small pang at what he was about to do, but after all, it was his ‘job’ and she was a hottie. He had long dreamed of being with her as more than an acquaintance or friend and now was his chance. Sonja would never be the same when they were finished with her. What she couldn’t see, was that his two associates were on either side of the door, pressed against the wall. Still, he had to play his part, “Sonja! You are finally home! I am happy for you!”



Nicolai stepped inside her home, and as he did so, took in her clothing. She was dressed in a sleek silk robe that played upon her body excellently, accentuating all of the right parts. He held out the container with the food inside letting her take it from him. As she took it and turned for a moment, he beckoned with one hand. The two other men from either side of the doorway stepped into the entry. They were Trevor and Ivan, two fellow Russian mafia heavies.



Ivan was tall, stockier than Nicolai, but any extra bulk appeared to be all muscle; a pistol was strapped under his arm in a shoulder holster. Trevor was a bit shorter than Nicolai, but much wirier, and clutched a knife. Both wore white tank-tops and camouflage jeans, and both had the same insignia tattooed on their shoulders, that of the Mafia, a curvy woman lying under crossed pistols and surrounded by the Biohazard symbol. Just before Nicolai had arrived, Trevor had cut her phone lines from the junction box, so even if she tried to call the police, it would do no good.



Taking the container, Sonja smiled, “I’m not home yet, Nicolai. And I doubt I will ever be able to go there. Not after all that’s happened.” She turned towards the kitchen, unaware of the other two lurking behind Nicolai. “If only plays a big role in my life now, Nicolai. If only I hadn’t seen what I saw. If only that damned prosecutor hadn’t found me.”



Under her breath, a string of Russian curses slipped through her lips and she laid her forehead against the wall. “I just wish this had never happened, and that I was home. I miss my friends and my family. I miss speaking russki. I wish it so badly!!” With all the years Nicolai had known Sonja, while she seemed in control, he could hear the tremor in her voice, a faint wavering that told him she was near a breaking point.



That tremor in her voice gave Nicolai an idea, one he acted on without hesitation. He slipped up behind her, his hands going to her waist, holding her gently. “Sonja, you are so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear as he leaned down to her. Catching her chin as she turned to look at him, he leaned towards her luscious mouth, claiming it in a kiss as Sonja turned in his arms. Against her lips, he whispered, “You are not alone, Sonja. It’s going to be alright. Just trust me, Sonja.”



She seemed to have lost all reluctance and reservations. He felt her melt into his arms and his kiss, and he pressed his advantage, letting his lips trail across her cheek to her neck before returning to her lips. He pressed her gently back against the wall, and his hands moved to the belt of her robe, untying it and slowly pushing the silk apart so that his hands could slide through and his fingers come in contact with her barely covered skin. His hands moved from her sides, up her back to her shoulders where he slipped the robe from her shoulders and then took a half step back to stare down at the lingerie that she was wearing. “Do not be afraid, Sonja… Let me help you…”



Behind the entangled pair, Nicolai’s companions were snickering to themselves as they entered the house more fully and waited for the right moment to move.



She smiled up at him. “Da, Nicolai. Da. I need you so much.” Her attention was wholly on Nicolai and thus, didn’t see the other two stepping into her house. She gave a small sigh as he stared at her in her lingerie, making her mentally pat herself on her back for not wearing a plain pair of shorts and t-shirt tonight. The way his eyes roamed over her sent a thrill of need through her. Her black panties left little to the imagination down below, but the top… Her top just covered the tops of her nipples, leaving the top of her breasts bare, and had a pink tie holding it together below her breasts, laced up tight. The sheer black fabric showed her figure off to perfection though.



“And you shall have me, Zon’aoj…” He could barely keep himself from her, this sexy woman in front of him. He made up his mind then and there that no matter what happened; he would keep her for himself. She would be his; he would beg his brother if he needed… but there was no way she would be left to the whorehouses and brothels that was the fate of the other women. That would not stop her from her current fate though. He smiled down at her, “I want you with me… Forever, Milaya Moya … If only it didn’t have to be this way…” His fingers ran from her shoulders to her ass, cupping the panty-covered flesh and drawing her close to his body. Her clothing, smell and attitude were driving him crazy.



Had Sonja pulled herself away from Nicolai, she would have seen the other two men, now with their shirts and boots off. They were preparing to rape her, as was the plan, before taking her away.



Sonja looked at him, his words making her wonder. “What do you mean, Nicolai? Be what way?” With his hands on her ass, gripping her firm globes of flesh, she couldn’t pull away. She started to turn her head to the side to see what he was talking about, but before she could, his lips claimed hers again, keeping her attention on him. Her arms slipped around his neck as she pressed against him, a low moan slipping from her as he held her close, his mouth ravishing her own. Her eyes closed as she melted against him, her hands sliding down his shoulders and over his back until she got under his shirt. She gently tugged at it, pulling it from his pants and sliding her hands against his skin.



Nicolai was becoming lost in the feelings of her touch, and her taste. He struggled to keep his mind on the job and not on the woman herself. He cursed himself for waiting so long, and yet he wouldn’t have wasted these last moments with her for the world. As she began to slip his shirt from his pants and rub his back, one of his own hands left her ass to reach up and gently grope her breasts.



At last, he broke the kiss, “I’m sorry Sonja… but you see… you crossed the line when you told the prosecutor all you knew… if you come quietly and don’t struggle, I’ll see that you aren’t harmed…” He moved just enough that she could see his weapon-wielding companions in the background.



Sonja moaned softly as his hand found her breasts and started groping them. Her back arched, pressing her covered slit against his clothed groin, as she practically begged for more. His words, though, acted like ice water on her libido, and she opened her mouth to scream in fear. ‘Guns and knives!’ she thought she had gotten past that, long past.



Instead of screaming though, she broke down, flinging herself at Nicolai, hiding her lack of clothing from the others. “I didn’t, Nicolai. Please believe me. I didn’t tell them anything,” she said, sobbing against his chest. She knew what happened to anyone double crossing the Russian mafia. She would rather kill herself than end up the way they did.



Why had Nicolai been sent after her? He wasn’t Mafia. At least, not that she knew of. She trembled against him, knowing what was about to happen, but she knew she had to face the issue. She also knew that if she showed any more of her fear than she already was, her fate would be much worse. She took a deep breath, pushing away from Nicolai, flipping her hair back over her shoulders as she looked up at him. “I understand you quite well, Nicolai. And I want whoever is in charge now to know I didn’t run from my fate. Do what you will. Just do not expect me to forgive easily. I did nothing wrong. I did not tell them anything. They told me.”



He held up his hands, “I told you, Sonja… co-operate and I will make sure you are not badly harmed, and you will not be sent to the brothels.” He waved the men forward, taking hold of one of her hands and squeezing, “I will ensure you are mine and no one else’s…” He stepped back from her and finished stripping off his shirt. Trevor laid the knife down on the table in front of the couch, and Ivan followed suit with his gun. Both could tell that they would have no trouble with her to the point of needing to use violence.



Nicolai was evidently the leader of this band… and he had been told by the boss himself that if he pulled off this job and one other, he would promote him to the second-in command position in the mafia, which held considerable power, enough to protect Sonja from the horrible fate of so many other women. “I cannot stop this from happening now… but I can protect you later…” he said, stepping away from her and kicking off his boots.



Sonja trembled, even as Nicolai held her hand, then let go to strip his shirt off. Her eyes remained on him, not even looking over at the other two. She knew that the method of dealing with female snitches in the Russian Mafia was to gang-rape them, and then force them into prostitution. She also knew that the groups sent to gang-rape them were all part of the Mafia.



The one that laid down the knife though did not strike her as a Russian. In fact, she thought he might just be a thug member. That level of the Mafia did not have as strict a prerequisite for membership as the main Mafia. She had seen the lower levels including everything from Russians to whites to blacks and Hispanics. So, this one must be white, since he didn’t look Hispanic or black to her.



She fought against her fear, not wanting to give them a reason to say she was resisting them, though Nicolai knew she didn’t want this. He could read her face better than anyone she knew, and while she was behaving, the situation scared her more than anything else ever had; even the whole trial and the hiding forced on her by the FEDS.



It didn’t take long before they were all stripped down; even Nicolai was naked now, standing before her. But where they didn’t see, he could. He saw the terror in her eyes and in the slight flare of her nostrils. He had always cared for Sonja, and had nearly begged his brother not to put out the hit on her… but here he was, and they knew what had to be done.



Of the three, it was clear that Ivan had the largest member. It only made sense really, that it fit with the rest of his bulk. But yet, mostly hard as it was, he was only just over six inches long. Trevor may have been shorter in stature, but otherwise, he had become known as, “Dlinnyj” or “The Long One.” His cock when hard measured out to 10 inches, though had only half the girth of Ivan. Nicolai could safely be said to fall directly between them, both thick and moderately long. His was a cock that could be said to be a handful to any woman lucky, or unlucky, enough to have it enter them.



Nicolai made the first move, stepping back to her to grip her arm rather roughly and jerk her across the floor toward the others, who instantly stepped forward as well. Gang-rapers such as them didn’t much care where the girl was when they took her, so the floor or bent across the table was good enough for them.



As he forced her to move, he was thankful that he had been there. If it hadn’t been for his connections to Sonja, she would have simply gotten a group of thugs that would have totally used her then taken her back to one of the many hidden brothels to be sent immediately into the rings. Because he was here, he would be able to keep his promise to her, and protect her from that fate. Not to mention that he had been able to pick two men that he knew personally owed him favours, and would obey him without question.



Sonja gave a low cry as he grabbed her arm and dragged her to where the others were. The closest thing to where they were standing was the kitchen counter’s rounded end. It was a small breakfast bar and she found herself bent over it before she could say much. She closed her eyes, not wanting to the others to see her fear as she was forced down over the cool granite countertop.



The bottom hem of her lingerie slid up over her ass, revealing the thong underwear she wore under it. The black panties matched the top she wore, though there was no pink tie in front to match the pink lacing up the front of the top. Her firm, shapely ass was divided by the black fabric, drawing the men’s eyes to it.



As she was placed across the countertop, all eyes turned to the ass that was now presented to them. Her head would hang over the other end, perfectly placed for one of them to get a blowjob while the others used her lower holes. Before either of the others moved though, Nicolai held up a hand, speaking in thick Russian, “No one touches her until I do… You know that I reserved her! You might need to hold her down.”



Ivan immediately backed off, but Trevor didn’t, not understanding Russian. He got the gist fast though when Ivan grabbed his arm and motioned for him to grab one of Sonja’s to hold her down. The two accomplices moved to the opposite side of the countertop and gripped her arms tightly, forcing her to stay where they put her. Nicolai’s hands moved to her legs, caressing up from the backs of her knees to her thighs. He let out a deep breath as his fingers caressed her ass then, and felt her warmth as he brushed aside the thin lingerie and hooked his fingers into the band of her panties, pulling them down her ass and pushing them away.



Sonja felt the two grabbing her arms, holding her down as Nicolai moved behind her. Her body quivered as he stroked the back of her thighs with his fingertips. She had to stifle a low cry as she felt him pulling her thong panties down, baring her entrances to him. While she appreciated that he was going to be her first, she hated that her first time was going to be like this, a rape.



“Nicolai, be gentle. Please. I don’t want to hate this more than I have to. I… I’ve never been with anyone before.”



Nicolai let out a small gasp as he saw her slit come into view. His hands gripped her ass-cheeks gently and pried them apart, baring her inner star to him, and showing off her cunt much more fully. She was such a beautiful woman, he nearly couldn’t imagine that he was doing this to her. “I will go slowly for you, Zon’aa, Moj Rebenok… You are mine from now on,” he said to her, and then moved so that the swollen head of his cock was pressed to her slit. With a small hump, he pushed inside, finding the way blocked by her hymen.



When he felt the proof of her innocence, he looked at the other men, “This bitch is fully mine… you can have her mouth for use now… but her lower holes are mine alone. I will increase your pay…”



Sonja gasped as she felt him pushing into her, only getting a couple inches inside her before a low cry slipped from her. He was right at her hymen, about to take her virginity. She pulled forward, not wanting this to happen like this. She knew it was going to hurt, and… What did he just call her?



“SUKA?? Did you just call me a bitch, Nicolai? I thought I meant more to you than to be called a bitch! I’m not some dog! I swear…” Her words were cut off as Ivan grabbed her head and pushed his length into her mouth, shutting her up as he moved her head on his cock, forcing her to suck his length.



Despite his harsh words when speaking about her, his movements were nearly as gentle as the most wonderful lover. While Ivan was rough with her head, Nicolai gently moved his hands up to her sides before gripping slowly and pushing into her. Her hips were against the counter in such a way that there was no way she could go anywhere now. His large cockhead pressed against her hymen for a moment, stretching it until finally it popped, and he slipped further into her tight tunnel. Trevor had her hands pinned behind her back with one hand, the other stroking his cock. Nicolai breathed as he felt her pussy for the first time, “You are so delicious, moye domashneye zhivotnoye, so lovely and so tight!”

Sonja was thrilled at hearing so much Russian at one time again, but as Nicolai pushed deeper into her, tearing through her hymen with a strangely gentle pressure, she screamed against Ivan’s thick cock as he filled her mouth. She couldn’t pull away from any of them, not even Trevor, who was only holding her hands behind her back. Her body bucked and writhed on the countertop as Nicolai fucked her tight cunt and Ivan forced his way deeper into her throat.



Trevor was clearly not Russian; every time one of the others spoke in it he looked clearly confused, but remained as he was holding her hands. Ivan gripped the back of her head with one huge hand, twisting her hair and forcing her deeper and deeper on his cock, essentially raping her mouth and throat. He let off a constant stream of grunts and gasps, with the occasional curse thrown in. Nicolai wished fervently that it had been only he that had come this evening… if it had, he might have been able to bring her in without any unpleasantness at all. He couldn’t deny the feeling she was causing though, and slowly picked up the pace, fucking her steadily now.



Sonja gagged repeatedly as Ivan fucked her mouth and throat, forcing her to take more and more of his length into her mouth. Soon, he was fully entrenched into her mouth and throat, fucking her face vigorously. She couldn’t block that from her mind while Nicolai was fucking her tight snatch. He could tell she had been waiting for the right time, or the right person to give it to, and now the choice had been taken from her. She could barely move into his thrusts, though her body squirmed and writhed on the countertop as he moved faster inside her.



Nicolai couldn’t wait to get her away from here, to where he could be alone with her and fuck her by himself, when he didn’t have to force her to stay down and take it like this, but again, he shrugged the thoughts off and concentrated on the delicious feelings coming from her as she was wrapped around his cock. At last, Ivan began to grunt faster, and within seconds, his cock was spurting deep into her throat, as he pulled away. As he stepped aside though, he caught up her hands, and Trevor stepped right in front, pushing his, much longer, cock into her throat, saying crudely, “Take it, you cunt!”



Sonja growled as Trevor stepped forward, shoving himself right into her mouth and down her throat. His words set her off, and she thrashed under Nicolai and Ivan, trying to free her-self to teach this punk ass a lesson in manners. She knew that Nicolai would know why she was going off like this… especially after her exclamation after he called her a bitch! But her movements only served to tighten Ivan’s grip on her wrists and drive her against him.



Trevor was, as Sonja guessed, nothing but a thug class of mafia. He only cared about doing his job and getting paid… and in this case, getting off on this hot girl that was for use in front of him. He didn’t care what she wanted, or what she thought about this. Ivan was able to use one hand to hold her down, but he released one of her arms and brought her hand to his cock, so that she could stroke it.



Nicolai concentrated on what effect she was having on his cock. He pounded into her quickly, maybe a bit hard, but certainly not as hard as he could have. He was grunting faster now, feeling that he was going to cum any second… and then the dam burst. He rutted fully into her and released his built up cum with a gasp… letting it flow into her tight tunnel. As he came, he moved one hand to her ass, and pushed a finger into her asshole.



Sonja stroked Ivan, knowing better than to fight against him. Her eyes were clenched shut, hating what was happening to her. Feeling Nicolai cumming inside her, a tear started to form in her eye as she felt something inside her start to crack, but it was the insertion of his finger into her tight asshole that sent her over as she gasped just as Trevor was thrusting into her mouth, his length finding no barrier to her throat as he slid fully into her, pressing her nose against his groin.



Nicolai grunted a few more times as he came, filling her pussy with his cum as he continued to move in her slowly. At last he pulled out of her, but left his finger in her ass, wiggling it around and pushing it in and out a few times before he drew it out as well. He saw no reason to speak, though he knew she would especially detest this next part of her rape. He placed his cock at her winking rosebud and began to push hard into her. Trevor, meanwhile, was using her mouth like another cunt, force-fucking her throat with wild abandon while Ivan made her stroke him. His cock was still hard and pulsing.



He was right. Sonja felt him pressing into her tight ass and her body started thrashing wildly. A scream lodged in her throat as Trevor fucked her, not giving her much time to get air. The pain of Nicolai stretching her tight ass out had made her stop her hands motions on Ivan, and if he hadn’t kept moving her hand, she wouldn’t have kept stroking him. Her body stiffened, as a single tear fell from her eye as she was used by the three of them.



If Sonja’s pussy had been tight, her ass was even tighter. It gripped him like a vice and nearly didn’t let him move. If it hadn’t been for the slickness of her pussy juice still on his cock, he would never have gotten in at all. He gripped her hips tighter and pushed until he was fully hilted. He left himself there, and put his hands on her ass, rubbing gently and saying, though she probably couldn’t hear him, “its okay Rebenok… it will stop hurting and you will like it eventually.” He slowly began to withdraw from her then, slowly beginning the fucking of her ass. Trevor was beginning to grunt now, and his cock throbbed in her mouth and throat as he began to cum.



Sonja choked as Trevor kept his cock in her mouth and throat, his length throbbing inside her tight confines as his seed shot from him and down into her stomach. She cried out as Nicolai gripped her hips and forced himself into her tight ass, her body trembling from the pain of his intrusion into her body. Her hand stilled on Ivan as she tried to recover from the pain and the choking, unable to get a breath as Trevor’s cock filled her throat.



Trevor finally pulled out as he finished cumming, stepping back and taking a breath. Ivan grinned and pulled her fingers off of his cock, still keeping her wrist entrapped in his hand. He stepped in front of her, and Trevor stepped close again as well. The smaller man took her other hand, and then both of them shoved their cocks into her face, Ivan telling her to suck them both off or risk being hurt. Nicolai gave him a withering glare at that, but then returned his attention to her flexing asshole as he began to fuck it.



Sonja shook her head, lifting her head some, glaring at Ivan. “I can’t. There’s no way both of you can fit in my mouth. And I’m pretty certain you won’t hurt me. Cause hurting me will affect your future jobs. I doubt either of you want to work the… sanitation detail,” she said, and then cried out softly as Nicolai moved in her tight ass, causing her to buck against him.



Ivan looked at Trevor and repeated her words in English to the young American. The boy growled and slapped her face hard, then jammed his cock back in her throat. Nicolai growled, barking out, “Hit her again and you’ll find yourself at the bottom of a ditch before the night is out… I’ll see to it… personally!” The boy’s eyes widened at the tone of his voice and he backed up, pulling his cock out and looking frightened. Ivan laughed and again translated, causing Trevor to gulp. Nicolai turned his attention away from them and back to Sonja, picking up the pace now so that he could cum in her ass, and they could move on. It was already pushing the time that they were supposed to be here… some of this yelling might attract attention from neighbours.



Sonja’s head snapped towards the side as Trevor smacked her, a red imprint forming on her cheek. Before she could say anything, her mouth was stuffed with his cock again, and she gagged, choking on him. Her body stiffened as she thrashed, trying to pull away from Trevor, but before she could, she heard Nicolai’s words, and suddenly, the American boy pulled back out of her, letting her catch her breath again. Before Ivan could step back up to her, Nicolai had claimed her full attention as he moved in her tight ass. What Nicolai didn’t know was that the houses next to hers were empty. She wasn’t going to inform him about that, since she wanted the painful anal sex to end so they could go to the next part of her new life. She knew that Nicolai would have to bring her before the new boss. She just didn’t know who the new boss was.



Ivan was too busy mocking and laughing at Trevor to stick his cock back into Sonja’s mouth. He found the situation rather funny for some unknown reason. Nicolai, on the other hand, was grunting and groaning, feeling his cock stiffen inside her tightest of holes as he banged her faster and faster. He was feeling her ass grip him and it drove his pleasure higher until he couldn’t go any further. Gasping again, he slammed into her, and tightened on her hips, filling her asshole with his cum in waves until he was spent, leaning heavily on her raped asshole as he did so. He pulled out and released Sonja from his grip, barking, “Trevor, get dressed you ass and get the car up front!”



Sonja shuddered as she felt him filling her ass with his hot cum, his hands holding her against him as his seed shot out in bursts, his length throbbing with each burst of seed. Sonja slowly slid to the ground as Nicolai barked out orders to Trevor. With how vicious Trevor was in violating her throat, she was glad that he had banned the two of them from her pussy and ass. Ivan would have torn her, and Trevor… well, he would have hurt areas deep inside her. It was bad enough that she ached from Nicolai right now. She waited until Trevor had gotten dressed again and left, then looked up at him. “Nicolai, can I get some of my clothes before we leave? I’m pretty certain you don’t want to bring me before the new boss with just my lingerie on.”



He was bending to pick up his own clothes and pulling on his boxers when she spoke. He glanced between her and Ivan, who was still staring at the sweaty and cum-leaking body of Sonja. The leader nodded toward the door, “Wait in the car with Trevor, I’ll get her fixed up and be out in a minute…”



Ivan instantly obeyed him, heading over to his pile of clothes and slipping into them. He then left and Nicolai turned to Sonja, ” Da, Sonja, but I have to come with you… just so I can tell the boss I didn’t leave you alone after I got here…” He finished pulling his boxers on, and pulled his trousers up as well.



Sonja smiled and nodded, lifting her hands so he could help her up, which he did, pulling her close to him. “Zon’aa, I’ve longed to feel what I did for years. I wish we had been able to do it without the others, but things had to be done the way they were due to the hit placed on you. But from now on, I swear to you, the only person you have to worry about pleasuring is me.”



Sonja nodded, her hands sliding over his chest as she leaned towards him, her face turning up towards his as she softly kissed his neck first, then along his jaw line. Slowly, her hands slid down his arms until she took one of his hands in her own smaller hand. She turned before he could take her mouth in a deep passionate kiss, and led him to her room.



Once in her room, she pointed to a drawer, smiling at him. “Can you get my lingerie, Nicolai? You’ll know which ones when you see them.” She turned to her jewellery box and lifted out a special piece her uncle by marriage had gotten her to celebrate her cousin’s marriage to his son. It was a delicate gold chain with her name in the Cyrillic language on it: Зоняа. It was the other way to prove that she would not have spoken to the FEDS. The other was buried in one of her drawers, and she’d always made sure to keep this evidence of the FEDS crooked tactics hidden from anyone who could use it to make her talk.



She dug out a short skirt from one of her drawers and a white shirt, and then dug out fresh underclothes. She pulled on a garter belt, pulling a pair of black panties up over the belt. Moving to the bed, she sat down and pulled on a pair of thigh high stockings and affixed the garter belt straps to them to hold them up. After making sure the stockings were in place, she pulled on the red, black and white plaid skirt. Then pulled on her demi-bra and slipped her shirt on, buttoning a couple buttons, tying the rest of it under her breasts. Rising to her feet, she walked to her closet and fished out a pair of black stiletto heels, slipping her feet into them.



Moving back to her dresser, she pulled out some sexier, slutty clothes and grabbed a small bag. She didn’t need to take a lot, not if Nicolai was going to take her as his, but she wanted to have some things she knew she liked and fit her.



Nicolai’s heart soared as she pressed her still lingerie-clad body to his and kissed his jaw. He saw all the signs that she wasn’t really mad at him, and that she accepted his words. He would have kissed her if she hadn’t moved him toward her bedroom. As soon as he entered, he was directed toward her dresser and he strode to it, smiling at her. He pulled open the specified drawer, and grinned at the collection of sexy lingerie that she had collected. He looked back at her, and then pulled out a very sexy item that he loved…he figured this was the one she had intended for him to grab. By the time he had finished looking, she was already dressed in her stockings, panties and bra. He gave a low whistle and admired her as she finished dressing.



He handed her the piece that he had pulled out, and then said with a chuckle, “Is that everything? You have enough there to drive me crazy for weeks… why didn’t I approach you sooner!?”



Sonja grinned at him taking the black lingerie from him and packing it. “Is this the only one you want me to bring with me? Aside from the one I wore earlier?” she asked softly, her eyes twinkling at him as she bent back down to get the DVD evidence of her innocence. She packed that halfway through the bag, and then dug out a few other pieces of jewellery that held sentimental value for her.



He chuckled at her comment and bent to look through the drawer once more, finally pulling out one last set and holding it out as well. “You know that anything else I want you to wear I can get for you,” he said with a chuckle. He watched her pick up her other jewellery and a DVD that he hadn’t seen before, but didn’t ask her about. When it looked like she was finished, he said, “Come, we’ll go to the car now and take you to meet the boss, then back to my home.”



Sonja closed the bag after putting in the last piece that he liked. “I know, Nicolai. I just wanted to bring some things that we know fit me, so we can get the rest a little easier. I’m pretty certain you don’t want to get me anything that makes me look like a whale, or something that cuts off my circulation. Other than these three, my lingerie will be what you buy me.”



She slung the bag over her shoulder and slipped her hand into his, following him to the car. “As for why you didn’t approach me earlier, Nicolai, I don’t know why you didn’t. I wish you had back then too. We would never have had to deal with this if you had. And why didn’t you just come by yourself?” She said softly as they walked.



As they walked toward the door, he gave her hand a soft squeeze and looked over at her, “I couldn’t have come by myself… the boss ordered a hit on you, and since I knew you the best, I had to be the leader on it. I am only glad that you are not terribly angry with me… from now on you shall be my woman, my only woman… YA l’ubl’u Vas Sonja.” As he finished speaking, he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. Then they were at the door. He flipped the light switch and they left the house, climbing into the back of the waiting car. As soon as they were in, Ivan pulled away from the curb and headed away from her house.



Sonja snuggled against Nicolai in the back seat of the car, closing her eyes as she leaned against him. She didn’t care about looking to see where they were going. She was too busy being thrilled at his words. “And other than them,” she whispered to him, “You will be the only man I’ve been with. And from now on, there will be no other men to touch me. The only one I will give myself to is you.”



He put his arm around the woman he loved and gave her a squeeze as she lay against him. The boss was his brother, he was sure he would have no trouble securing Sonja’s future with him as her lover. He cuddled with her as the others drove, taking a winding and confusing path through the city to throw off any pursuit. It was nearly half an hour before they pulled up on a side street off of one of the main business roads. Nicolai opened his door and handed an envelope of money to Ivan, speaking in English so Trevor could understand, “Take the car to the garage and then divide the pay…” He got out, pulling Sonja gently with him. The building they were standing in front of was a rowdy nightclub that catered too many that would normally not make it into one of the popular places.



He led Sonja into the front doors of the place, into a room choked with smoke, but instantly off to the right, to a small and insignificant door in the wall, which he opened to reveal a staircase leading to the upper floors. The stairs were made of wood and creaky. The wallpaper was peeling and tatty, but when they reached the door at the top, a large Russian stood there blocking further passage. He took a good look at Nicolai, and then opened the door, speaking into a radio as they passed.



Once inside, it was like they were in an entirely different world. The carpet on the floor was lush, of deep reds and purples. Golden fabric hung on the walls, and the scents of many perfumes were in the air. Another guard came forward and beckoned for them to follow him. A row of doors lined the wall to the left, and an open gathering space dominated the right side. A table was set up with several men and upper class women, ‘companions’ occupying it. They walked past that though, and through a double door at the far end.



The guard left, closing the doors and they were left alone in the room with a man sitting at a desk, head bowed. He looked up, and smiled. He was someone that you could say was ‘ruggedly handsome’ with dark hair and darker eyes, a smile that was both mischievous and malevolent. “Nicolai! Moj brat! I see you have brought the woman back with you… this is Sonja then?” He stood from the desk and came around it to clasp Nicolai’s hand in his and give him a hug, before looking over at her.



Sonja watched them, speaking up for herself. “I am Sonja. And I never spoke against the family. Dmitri was my uncle by marriage. Do you think I would speak against my family? And this,” she said, sliding the bag in front of her, digging out the DVD, then handing it to Nicolai’s brother, even though she didn’t know his rank yet. “This is further evidence of my innocence. They told me what happened, which I knew was nothing but lies. I was never even on the stand. They bought off other ‘witnesses’ who would testify the way they wanted. But because of the type of trial and their falsehoods, they hid me away.”



Nicolai’s brother remained standing next to him as she started off into her speech, handing him the DVD and insisting that she was completely innocent of any charges. From time to time as she spoke, he glanced over at Nicolai with what could only be described as amusement of her attitude. He took the DVD though and turned away, walking back to his desk and setting it down. When he turned his back, Nicolai hissed, “Shhh! You must not speak to the boss in this manner! Even if he is my brother, he is still the most powerful man around! We could both be killed!”

From the desk, his brother laughed and turned, “Quite the feisty one you have here, Nicolai! She is certainly a woman worthy of you.” He stepped back across and caught up her free hand in his, kissing it. “I am Sergei… and I must apologize to both of you for this deception.” He smiled at both of them.



Sonja gave a laugh at Nicolai’s words, replying, “I spoke to Dmitri like this. He encouraged me to speak my mind around him. But due to my feelings for you, Nicolai, I will be more respectful around your brother.” Then she stilled at Sergei’s words; a deception? What did he mean? She gave Nicolai a quizzical look, and then said, “Deception? What do you mean?”



“You see, Sonja, Nicolai… I knew perfectly well that you would never have told the prosecutor anything. It still remained though that while I knew this, no one else did… and so I put the hit out on you, and purposefully put Nicolai on the job. I apologize, but I had to make it seem real, or there would have been trouble in the family…” He shrugged and bowed his head a bit, then settled back on his desk.



Nicolai blinked at him, then turned to Sonja and said, “I swear to you, Sonja, I didn’t know of this… If I had, I would have never allowed it to happen!”



Sonja grew furious at the deception, not because it was against her, but because Sergei hadn’t told his own brother the truth. Rage flowed through her veins, bringing out her inner Russian spitfire. Her body trembled as she held back; having promised Nicolai moments ago that she would be respectful of his brother. Turning to Nicolai, she reached up, her hand, still trembling, resting on his cheek. “I know, moya l’ubov’. I do not blame you for what happened. You were just following the orders given you.”



Looking into Nicolai’s eyes calmed her enough that she could face Sergei without flying off the deep end. She turned to face Sergei, giving into her original teachings from Dmitri. “Could you not trust your brother enough to tell him the truth…To spare me from having Ivan and Trevor using my mouth? All of my suffering tonight could have been saved if you had told Nicolai the truth. Being with Nicolai was one of two good things to happen tonight. The other… well, let’s just say, you’d best get used to my outspokenness, Sergei. I’ll be around much more often now.”



Nicolai looked down at her as she held her hand on his cheek, profoundly glad that she loved him as much as he loved her. He stepped behind her and put his hands on her shoulders as she spoke to Sergei, who seemed to be taking this very well. In fact, he found it amusing to a great extent, and refreshing as well. It was so rare to have a beautiful woman such as her. He had no doubts that Nicolai and Sonja would be excellent and valuable assets to the family in the future. He inclined his head, “I have already apologized to you both, and I can do no more. However, it is good that you both are here. I must send Nicolai out on another mission the first thing in the morning, and you may remain with me, Sonja, until he returns.”



Sonja didn’t like that Nicolai was being sent out so soon after they got together, and her displeasure showed in her eyes. “And what is the mission this time, Sergei? What are you having my love doing now?” She looked over her shoulder at Nicolai, a wicked grin crossing her lips. “Do you think you’ll be up to leaving first thing, Nicolai? After what happened between us earlier, do you think you’ll be ready to leave me so soon?”



The boss smiled and answered her question, “It is something like what you just went through… though this time, there are no family members involved, and he has no connections to any of them… As you know, Dmitri was sent to the gas chamber because of the trial. The prosecutor himself has a beautiful young daughter… and revenge runs deep in the family.”



He chuckled, the sound coming out quite evilly, “Nicolai is the only one I would trust to be able to lead a mission like this. The daughter and her best friend are returning on a noon plane from the hiding her father sent her to. I intend to bring them into our little organization… the offspring of that snake should make a fine pet and plaything for myself… But I know I won’t get her unmolested unless Nicolai goes to keep her safe while the boys rape her friend.”



Nicolai waited for his brother to finish speaking before he answered his love, smiling back at her look, knowing that she would be able to hold her own in bed this evening, “I don’t wish to leave you Sonja… but if what he says is true, I will return to you at our main location before tomorrow is out…”



Sonja shook her head in denial. Dmitri? Dead? The FEDS had kept her without television or internet while they hid her from the family. She stumbled back a step, leaning against Nicolai for support. “Dmitri dead? It can’t be. How is his family holding up? Ekaterina? Stasziya? Yvgeny?” She whispered to Nicolai before looking to his brother again. “I did not know, Sergei. The house where I was when Nicolai came tonight was one of five that I’ve been moved to since the whole circus started. The others had no television or internet for me to keep updated on what was going on.”



Nicolai took Sonja’s shoulders as she leaned back against him. He let her rest there, against his strong chest, answering her words, “I’m sorry Sonja, we didn’t realize you were under such lockdown… he was put to death last weekend. Ekaterina is trying to hold up… we brought her safely to Sergei’s residence. Poor Yvgeny was taken into custody along with Dmitri, after you were hidden. He has not been released. Stasziya has completely disappeared. She was not found by either the Feds, or our men.” He leaned over to kiss her neck, even as Sergei finished answering her.



“I too, must apologize for assuming you would know. As it is right now, I am still trying to completely pick up the pieces from what the Feds did to the family. It’s a mess; I have even had to sacrifice some cells to save others. But we shall pull out of this, and we shall have our revenge on them… Tonight, a police station in the far south end will suffer a tragic ‘accident’ during shift change… Tomorrow, Nicolai will capture the daughter of the prosecutor, and we shall turn her into our newest whore…”



Sonja trembled, ashamed that she hadn’t heard about Dmitri or Yvgeny; but she had an inkling of where Stasziya might be. She would talk to Nicolai about it after he got the new mission done. She didn’t want to distract him from what he already had to do, and she knew that the only way Stasziya would let anyone in would be if it was her blood family. “Would it be alright if I spent some time with Ekaterina tomorrow, then? I’d like to let her know that I’d had nothing to do with what the corrupt federals did. And as I said, that DVD is proof of that. It shows the feds trying to tell me what to say, and trying to force me to testify against Dmitri.”



Nicolai knew it would be up to Sergei to decide if she could go to see the older woman. Ekaterina had been like a mother to both him and his brother after their own parents died, and they both treated her with respect. Sergei nodded readily, “I see no reason you can’t… we will leave tonight, you and I, and go to my place in the city, the one where the girls are trained as well. Ekaterina is living in their old penthouse. I have left it to her, while I take the slightly smaller room below. There is plenty of room for you to stay with her until Nicolai returns. And it would be good for her to know what you have told me, set her mind at ease… plus it would be good for her to have another woman from the family around to talk with.”



Sonja listened, and then replied, “Nicolai is going with us as well. He could leave for his mission from there. I don’t think it would be a good thing for us to be apart tonight. We have a lot of time to make up for.” She turned to look up at Nicolai, lightly kissing his jaw. She turned to face him, her arms slipping around his neck as she stretched up on her toes and kissed his lips softly before laying her head against his shoulder, whispering softly against his neck, so only he heard her words. “There is no way we are sleeping apart tonight, moya l’ubov’. I want to feel you inside me again, your body lying on top of mine, your chest against my breasts.”



Sergei chuckled and nodded, “Of course, Sonja… you are a pair of lovesick doves.” He turned away and walked to a door at the far end of the room, giving them some privacy as he ordered his car brought around. Nicolai eagerly returned her kisses and smiled at her words, “I would have it no other way, moj dorogoj… you belong to me now… and I want to feel you wrapped around me as I fill you again.”



Sonja giggled at Sergei’s words, though he had already left the room. “What did he expect…For me to hate you? If it had been anyone other than you that came to bring me back, and did what you did, I would have hated them. But… I must say, Nicolai, I’ve been in love with you for years. But you always had girls hanging all over you. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think you felt the same way about me.” She pressed herself against him, her soft breasts flattening against his hard chest. “You were the reason I was still a virgin earlier. I never met anyone who grabbed my attention the way you did. I wanted you to be my first. And now, I will not need anyone else, just you. Nicolai, when this is over, I want to have your chil-.”



Nicolai had to chuckle at Sergei as well, but his attention was nearly immediately drawn downward as his girl, the only girl in his life that he loved, pressed herself into him. He felt her chest pressing into his and gave a low grunt as she whispered. He answered her back, “You always have been the only woman I love, Sonja… because of my job and position, I often have had women that are interested in me… but none of them were you.” He leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips and run one of his hands through her hair and down her back, “I would want no other woman to be mine and bare my children…” He smiled down at her, then motioned that they should follow Sergei, who had re-entered and was waiting for them by the door.



Sonja smiled at Nicolai, and then turned to look at Sergei, blushing softly as she realized he’d seen the moment the two of them shared, even though he couldn’t hear their words. Before picking her bag back up to follow them from the room, she whispered, “If that was your way of asking me to be your wife, moya sladkaya, sladkaya Nicolai, then, da. I will be your wife. I want to spend my life with you.” Taking Nicolai’s hand in hers, she picked up her bag again, and then followed them both from the room.



As they walked across the room toward Sergei, the last thing he said to her was, “Moya L’ubimaya… Moya L’ubimaya, Krasivaya Zon’aa… Nothing could make me happier.” Nicolai’s brother appeared to be rather amused; a grin spreading across his face as they approached and he patted them both on the shoulder, then led them out the door.



A pair of armed guards led them down the halls and stairs to the opposite side of the club, where a black armoured limo waited for them. They piled in quickly before the driver expertly pulled away. In the outskirts of the city, the leaders of the family kept a mansion; no one knew who owned it except those few that lived there. The mansion itself was built exclusively for the comfort of the Mafia bosses and the families.



It was here that Dmitri and Ekaterina lived, and now where Sergei did as well. Because of the respect for his uncle, he let Ekaterina have the entire Master suite of rooms to herself, the ones reserved for the Mafia boss, until such time as she decided to move into another room. Because of this, he had taken a guest room, and Nicolai and now Sonja, would have another.



In the back of the property are the other buildings. An old barn, converted into a stable and kennels… a set of three large warehouses, and a ‘block’ house… a square building designed like an apartment building. These buildings all served the purposes of the Mafia…



The limo pulled up in front of the ornate gates, and was instantly admitted then it drove straight up the asphalt lane to the front of the spacious building. A butler met them, opening the door so that first Sergei, then Nicolai and Sonja could step out. Sergei led the way into the mansion, now their home, “I will bid you both a fond goodnight, and wish that if you manage to sleep… you have pleasant dreams. Nicolai, I’ll see you in the morning if you can manage to drag your ass out of bed… and I’ll tell Ekaterina that you will see her in the morning Sonja…”



He walked away from them then, and the butler motioned for them to follow him. He led them up a grand set of stairs, and down a long hall to a pair of doors in the right side. At the far end, another set of doors would lead to the Master suite… across the hall would be Sergei’s room. After they entered, the butler bowed. “I’ll see that you aren’t disturbed…” he said, in a thick Nordic accent and closed the doors.



Sonja smiled at Nicolai as the butler closed the doors, a twinkle in her eye. “So, you want some of this?” she said with a soft purr as she motioned to her slim body. She watched him step towards her, and held up a hand, the twinkle in her eye getting brighter. “Ah Ah Ah! Not yet, lover boy!” she purred out. “Strip for me, Nicolai. I want to watch you undressing for me first. Then I want you to wait on the bed for me.” Her tongue ran lightly over her luscious lips before she finished, “I want to give you a show that you’ll love. And I want to watch you getting hard for me.”



He stared at her lithe and beautiful body as she asked him a question. His intent must have been evident, for she began to tease him, telling him to get over on the bed and lay down if he wanted to see a show and have her. He complied, in no way going to decline such an order… he wanted her, and he wanted her now… but he could wait that long, “For You, Sonja…” He stepped across to stand next to the bed and slowly stripped his clothing from his body. His hard and muscled chest came into view as he lifted his shirt off, then kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants and boxers down. His hardening cock came into view, and he crawled onto the bed to lie down and watch her.



Sonja watched as her man, her love, stripped for her, then lie down on the bed, letting her watch as his cock hardened. She licked her lips again then gave him a seductive smile. Her hands came up, slowly unbuttoning her top and freeing the tie, letting the fabric fall from her arms to bare her breasts to his gaze. Her hands moved to cup her breasts, hefting the C cup mounds in her small hands, her thumbs grazing over her pebbled nipples. Her eyes never left his body as she watched his cock harden even more. “Like what you see, moya l’ubov’?”



He gazed at her with appreciation of her beauty; no one was more perfect than her. Her breasts were the exact size and looked magnificent on her, “How could I not love what I see…. you are more beautiful than the stars in the heavens…” He breathed, huskily as he stared at her. His cock rapidly rose to meet her gaze, going from slightly hard to semi hard and further in the space of only a few moments. He was near being as hard as he had been when he had taken her the first time in her home.



Sonja purred and smiled at him, turning around, wiggling her ass at him. Her short skirt just barely covered her ass and as she swayed, the fabric swished, showing glimpses of her derriere. Bending over, she spread her legs, watching him through her scissors as her hands moved up to hook under the sides of her panties, slowly dragging them down and giving him a peep at her mound. The very mound he deflowered just a couple hours earlier. “And this, moya l’ubov’? Don’t you just want to bury yourself inside this tight little hole? After all, you’ve been the only one in it, and crafted it to fit your cock perfectly.”



He couldn’t drag his eyes away from her, not that he wanted to. As she moved to bend and pull her panties down, he swallowed. She was such a horrible tease… gods he wanted to ream her ass… and that was what she was asking as she gave him peeks of her flesh. His voice was deep with lust, “You know I want to… I want to jam my entire length into both of your holes… fill you as only I can…”



Sonja purred as she stood back up, turning back to face him, her eyes going to his hard cock, which had swollen even larger than before. “Spread your legs, Nicolai.” She watched as he spread his legs, and then crawled up next to him on the bed, her skirt, stockings and heels still on her. She kept herself low to the bed, letting her hair brush along his legs as she moved up, then the outsides of her breasts brushed against his thighs. “Time for the fun to begin moyej l’ubvi…and you’re going to get the best blow job you’ve ever experienced.”



He groaned as she climbed up between his legs, her hair and then her breasts brushing his skin as he looked down himself past his rod that stuck straight into the air, at her. He couldn’t believe that she was doing this, but there was no way he could or would stop her. He was rather at a loss for words after she spoke, but he managed to croak out, “The fun won’t end for the rest of the evening, moyej l’ubvi… I long to see what you can do…”



Sonja smiled up at him, the look in her eyes promising him that he was going to like what she was going to do. Reaching the juncture of his thighs, she smirked and leaned down, her tongue slipping out to brush lightly over his balls and the base of his cock. Slowly, she licked up his length, her tongue bathing his cock as she moved up to his tip. She licked his head, her tongue sliding over the cum-slit at the very tip. She was definitely going to tease him…A lot. As she felt him thrusting up, wanting to slide into her mouth, she gave a low, throaty laugh and moved her head to the side, sliding her tongue back down his length.



He waited and didn’t have to wait long. She began to tongue his cock and balls, licking him from the bottom to the top. Oh how much of a tease she was. He tried to get her to go on his cock, but was met with empty air and another lick down his shaft. A growl of frustration and muttered Russian curses slipped from his lips as he glared playfully at her. Just wait, he thought, just wait until I get you under me later… He shook his head and resolved to enjoy this as she teased him relentlessly.



She licked her lips as she slowly and methodically licked every inch of his shaft, feeling him tense up under her tormenting tongue. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too, but she wanted to get him to that point just before he blew. Every stroke of her tongue was designed to bring him closer to that point, and she even worked her mouth further down, licking his full, aching balls with her tongue, then sucking each one into her mouth for a full bath. Finally, sensing he was at that point, she stopped and slid her mouth back up his length, taking his rock hard, purple tip into her mouth and sucking on it while swirling her tongue around his head. Finally, she drove down on him, feeling his cock sliding further into her mouth as she started working his length over with her deliciously naughty mouth.



“Aaahhhhggg…” he groaned as she suddenly popped over his head and sucked him into her mouth. He hadn’t expected that, thinking that perhaps she was going to drive him over the edge and make him cum before he even got to fuck her. Now he was going to have to try extra hard not to cum… Her mouth was more talented than it looked, and he wondered if she had ever given a blow job before and how many if so. He grinned down at her, reaching for her head to stroke his fingers through her hair as she made his mind go in circles with lust.

Sonja moaned as she heard her lover’s groan as she took him into her mouth. The first time she’d ever had a cock in her mouth had been earlier, and then it was forced oral. This time, it was her love running through her and controlling her actions. She’d read many stories about love and sex, and was using that knowledge against her lover as she worked his length to the back of her throat. Swallowing quickly, she eased his length down into her throat, letting her tightness work in her favour as she worked him over. Slowly, she slid further down his length, taking his hard flesh in inch by inch until she finally brushed her nose against his groin and her lips wrapped completely around his base.



He had laid his head back on the pillows of the bed when she began to suck on him, but his eyes snapped open and his head came up when she went all the way down, “Dammit… Fuck! You are taking the entire length of my cock!” he exclaimed, groaning afterward as he felt her throat convulse around his glans. He didn’t know that she had never given a proper blowjob before, or he would have been more than amazed to see and feel her doing it now. He grunted and couldn’t help but buck his hips up a bit into her throat, nearly on the verge of cumming again.



Sonja moaned softly as she heard his exclamation, starting to move on his cock, her head bobbing up and down as she deep throated him. Her small hands slid over his thighs and up his sides before one slid down to cup his heavy balls and caressed him. She wanted him to cum. She wanted his seed to fill her stomach and coat her tongue and throat… and she would get him to cum before too much longer. She could feel how his cock throbbed in her mouth and throat, her tongue caressing the vein that carried blood to his shaft.



He groaned deeply as she continued to suck him, massaging his balls at the same time. He tried to hold it back, to keep her sucking on him longer, but it didn’t work. Soon enough his cock was tightening up on its own, jerking beyond his control as it shot load after load of hot sticky sperm into her waiting mouth and throat. He bucked on the bed from the strength of his orgasm. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. He reached down to grip her hair, not pulling, but just having something to hold on to as he let out a long moan.



Sonja gulped his seed down as he shot into her mouth and throat. She loved the taste of him on her tongue, and moaned herself. After a few minutes, she felt his cock throbbing, but nothing else coming from his length, and slowly lifted up from his shaft, letting her tongue drag over him as she lifted her mouth from him, and licked her lips. “My sweet, sexy Nicolai. You taste so wonderful on my tongue. And I loved feeling you throbbing in my mouth,” she murmured, giving a last lick over his tip, collecting the last bead of cum from his shaft.



He wasn’t really sure what to say back to that. He was still coming down from the high of his orgasm, breathing hard as she cleaned him of the leftover cum and her saliva. He could only smile at her, grinning like an idiot before gasping out, “You’re tongue and mouth are like nothing I’ve ever felt… you are more than wonderful Sonja! I want to taste you as well though…” He leaned up on his elbows and gazed down at her.



She purred and slinked her way up, letting her breasts caress his body as she moved. She slowly dragged her lips over his chest as she moved as well, then licked and kissed his jaw line. “YA l’ubl’u Vas, Nicolai. And I would love to feel your tongue working me over,” she purred against his lips. “Now that I have brought you pleasure, you may touch me and do what you will to me.”



He wrapped his arms around her as she crawled up him and kissed him as she came. He pulled their naked flesh together, her breasts to his chest, rubbing her back and whispering, “You tempt me, my sexy vixen… I will take now what I wish from you…” He chuckled and twisted in the bed, rolling over so they were both on their sides. He slithered down her now, cupping her tits and nestling his face between them, licking and sucking on both of her luscious mounds, tasting her flesh and nipping at her nipples.



She moaned and arched under his talented hands and mouth, her body igniting as pleasure shot through her as he nipped her tender, pebbled aureoles. She slipped her arms around his neck, holding him against her as his mouth worked its magic on her breasts. “Ohhh Daaa …so good, Nicolai… Feels so good…”



He took in her words with a moan as he continued to suckle on her and nibble at her. Her nipples were so hard, he wanted to remain there and suck on them all day… but he also had further objectives. He moved lower, pushing her over on her back as he did so, sliding down her skin and gradually getting closer to her skirt and pussy. He found himself at the edge of the fabric and moved below it, sliding it up her legs to reveal his conquest, her centre… He moved down again, licking above her clit and around her mounds… then moving to gingerly run his tongue just over the very edge, teasing her as she had him.



Sonja trembled as he moved down her body, already eager to have his tongue against her dripping slit. She groaned as he teased her, fanning the flames of desire inside her towards an inferno. Her heels dug into the mattress beneath her as her fingers clenched the sheets. “More, Nicolai… Give me more…” she moaned, her head thrashing on the pillow.



With hardly a noise or word, Nicolai slid his hands up her legs, caressing her soft, tight skin, coming closer and closer to her centre before sliding around to get a good grip on her hips. He continued to horribly tease her for a few moments, sensing her pent up frustration. When he felt she was near to begging him for it, he suddenly dove deep into her love-crevice, running his deft tongue from bottom to top and swirling around her clit. He tasted her for the first time, her sweat, her juices… her. He inhaled sharply of her scents, and resumed his frantic licking of her sex.



Sonja let out a low keening as her lover’s tongue found her slit finally. She was so close to cumming from his teasing, and now, she arched, bucked, moaned, thrashed and writhed under him as he licked her slit. Every few moments, she felt his teeth nipping at her clit, sending jolts of pure pleasure through her body and making her cry out softly. With effort, she dragged her hands from the sheets and moved them to his head, delving her fingers into his hair, tugging gently on his hair, pulling his face flush into her soaking cunt.



He made a gentle “Mmmpfff” sound when she suddenly pulled his head against her pussy, but there was no way he was going to fight her. Why would he? He loved her and her taste too much to do that. So he continued to lick and suck her juices from her, tonguing and biting her clit and lips, driving his tongue into her hole and running it in circles, wanting to drive her to the same intense climax that she had done to him.



She arched from the bed, pushing herself into his mouth as low cries of pleasure tore from her throat. Cries that just had to be let out not stifled. Her body writhed and thrashed under his hungry mouth. It seemed like hours went by as he ate her out, but it wasn’t that long. It was only a few minutes after he started that she stiffened up and screamed out in pleasure, as her juices coated his lips, tongue and lower face.



He grinned into her cunt, continuing to lick and suck her through the orgasm and out the other side, until she was shaking on the bed with the aftershocks. Her hand had gone limp on him and so he leaned up, smirking and crawling up her body until his rock-hard cock was at her entrance, and he could look into her eyes, “Now that I have given you what you gave me… it’s time to move into something…. deeper…” As he whispered the last word, he pushed himself into her, until he was completely and deeply hilted, touching her cervix with his cock.



Her back arched as he slid into her, sending jolts of pleasure through her as her body welcomed him back inside her. Her cunt was still so tight around him, gripping his hard shaft with velvety slickness. “Ohh, Nicolai… I love feeling you inside me…, bringing pleasure to my body… as you sheath your length into me,” she whispered brokenly as he slid inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she looked up at him, her eyes shining with the love she felt for him. She pulled his head down and kissed him, moaning softly at her taste on his lips and tongue, then gave a single buck up against him. “Now, fuck me, Nicolai… Fuck me like It’s going to be our last time,” she demanded huskily.



He groaned as she entangled herself with his body as he rammed into her. He grunted then as he began to fuck her, “I will fuck you like this is our last night on earth…. you will be screaming my name many times before morning.” He grinned down at her and leaned in to kiss her somewhat roughly as he picked up the pace in her cunt. Both of them wanted it fast and hard, and that was what he planned on.



She moaned as he kissed her roughly, and rammed himself into her, his cock ploughing into her as he claimed what belonged only to him. “Nicolai,” she moaned softly, as he moved in her. Her eyes were closed as she held him close. “I love feeling you moving inside me. You’re the only one for me. I want to be yours forever; I want to wear your ring and name with pride at being yours. I want to carry your children, and create a family with you.”



He smiled as she moaned his name, he knew it was the first of many times she would call out that night. His pace steadied, though it was a brutally fast and hard one, driving into and out of her like a piston or jackhammer. He whispered back, through his heavy breathing, “You will be my only love, Sonja… I would have no other wear my ring and bear my children but you…” As soon as the last word left his mouth, he claimed her lips once more, ravaging her mouth with his tongue even as his cock did with her pussy.



Sonja moaned into his mouth as their tongues tangled and his hips drove hard against her, his hard length finding a warm welcome in her slit. With every thrust of his length into her, moans and muffled cries of pleasure left her mouth and slipped into his. He drove her pleasure higher and higher, until she couldn’t handle anymore. Her lips tore from his as her body arched from the bed and she screamed in pleasure, just as he’d predicted. “NICOLAI!!!!” Her tight cunt clenched his cock, milking him as her juices coated him.



He let out a short back of laughter at her scream, though it sounded more like an out of breath grunt because of the speed at which he continued to fuck her, even as she clenched and milked him with her cunt. He knew he would lose it soon inside her, but that didn’t matter… she wanted to have children, and he would do all he could to give them to her. He leaned over and kissed her neck, nipping at it as well when he suddenly felt his balls tightening and squeezing inside her, rocketing off a massive load deep into her pussy. “Sonja!!” he hissed into her ear.



Sonja groaned as she felt his seed shooting deep into her, and turned her head at his hiss, kissing him deeply. She was floating on cloud nine, complete with its silver lining, as she slowly came back to herself after that mind-blowing orgasm that he just gave her. “Maybe one of these times, Nicolai, I’ll be naked when you take me,” she whispered huskily as she slid her stocking covered legs and leather heels over his legs.



He smiled into the kiss as she passionately took his lips, then he breathed back, “How about tonight, moya konfeta? We aren’t finished by a long shot…” He gripped her tits in his firm hands and gave them a loving squeeze as he leaned in to kiss her again, before rolling back onto her opposite side and letting his hands trail down to her skirt, which had ridden up and been bunched under her ass and around her waist.



She moaned and arched into his hands as he stroked them over her body. Pleasure flared through her as he caressed her. “Moya l’ubov’, I do believe you plan on making it so I sleep the whole time you’re on your mission tomorrow,” she said with a soft laugh before her eyes got serious again. “Just promise me something. Promise me that you’ll come back to me and that nothing will tear us apart. I wouldn’t be able to live without you, moyego Nicolai.”



He chuckled at her, whispering back, “Perhaps you will sleep all day tomorrow… and when you wake, I will be there… ready to take you again…” cuddling against her. When she spoke again, he could tell she was worried. He took on a serious expression himself, nodding, “I promise that I will always come back to you… and I will never let anyone come between us… I would never be able to live without you either… not now, moya l’ubimaya…”



Sonja snuggled against her love, both of them taking a few moments to catch their breath before she rolled on top of him, her bare slit rubbing against his shaft. “What is the first piece you want off me, Nicolai? My shoes or skirt? My stockings can’t come off until after my shoes do. Maybe a little game of strip fucking? Every time we stop to catch our breath, I take off another piece of clothing. I think it would make our loving more sensual than just a quick strip and bend me over.” Of course, her position lent itself to removing her heels better than it did to removing her skirt.



Nicolai looked up at her as she rolled on top of him, then down where their bodies met, where his cock was poking up and her slit rubbing against the bottom of it. He smiled up at her then, before pulling her down for another kiss, “Let’s do it slowly… your feet surely must be sore by now…” He chuckled, letting his hands fall to her delicious globes, “Let’s see if you can keep up with me long enough to take all your clothes off…”



She giggled, leaning back to pull her heels off, the movement pushing her aching slit against his hard shaft. “Question is, moya l’ubov’, can you keep up with me?” she asked as she raised her hips enough to slip his cock into her wet cunt. She sank down onto him, moaning in pleasure as she felt him filling her again, starting to ride him, cowgirl style.



“I suppose we’ll find out, won’t we?” He said to her, a playful and mischievous grin finding its way onto his face as he said it. He gasped as she plunged onto him, but he wasn’t about to let her get the upper hand on him, bucking up into her as she came down on the next plunge, hitting her cervix lightly as he did so, grinning all the while and gripping her tits, thumbing her nipples, “Let’s see just how hard and long you can take it…”



She gasped as she felt him thrusting up into her as she slid down on him. She loved how he felt inside her, and moaned down to him, “Long and hard is just how I like you, moyu l’ubov’. So the question now is, how long can you stay hard inside my clenching walls?” She moaned softly as his hands gripped her breasts, her nipples hardening again into pebbles under his thumbs. “I plan on trying many positions with you, Nicolai, so don’t get too comfortable under me.”



A smirk appeared on his face, “Long enough to fuck you naked… and then ream you on our bed…” He pinched her nipples hard, and then chuckled, “By all means… I long to fuck you in every way imaginable… there is nothing I would not do with you.” He pulled her down until their lips were touching while they continued to fuck. Her taste and smell were like no other… though right now they were tempered by sweat and the thick smells of fucking.



She moaned against his lips, the softest, gentlest kiss she had ever imagined. The feel of him pumping up into her, the sounds of their bodies wetly smacking together, the scent of their lovemaking in the air, the scent of her lover right against her nose…All of it combined to make her body arch against his as she rode him, her hips writhing against his. A smile crossed her lips as she lifted up and pushed her groin tight against him. Her walls gripped his length tightly as she purred softly, “Let’s see how you like this one, then, Nicolai.” She turned around, leaning down over his legs as she kept his shaft buried inside her. The fabric of her skirt barely covered her ass, giving him a teasing peek-a-boo look at his length as she moved and it slid in and out of her.



He groaned as she rode him, kissing him at the same time, and then changed positions as she had warned she would. He gave a small growl as the new position put yet different sensations on his cock, rubbing different places in her and in turn making it feel different, and yet the same. “Dammit Sonja… you are a fucking little vixen…” He put his hands under the skirt as it flounced with her movements, running his fingers over the skin of her ass. Now it was his turn to play something on her. He let his fingers slip into the valley between her ass-cheeks, and on her next thrust down, he found her star with one finger, letting her drive him into her own ass.



Her fingers dug into his calves as she felt his finger sliding into her tight little star and a cry of “Nicolai!” escaped her lips. It felt strange having him in her cunt and his finger in her ass, but she also knew that her lover would teach her all sorts of new things to try and see if the two of them liked them. But for now, she was riding him with both holes, her walls gripping his slick shaft as her ass clenched around his finger. She moved faster on him, riding him like he was her mount and she was a cowgirl. Grinning to herself, she turned her head slightly and started licking and nipping lightly at his calves. “You taste so… delicious, moya l’ubov’.”



He grinned as she cried out, knowing he had taken her by surprise and was giving her something new. She didn’t protest or try to get off of him though, continuing to ride him and fuck herself down onto his cock and finger rapidly, and he bucked into her on each stroke, increasing the pleasure that both of them would be feeling. She leaned over then and began to kiss and nip his legs, adding another set of feelings to him. He grinned down at her and gave her ass a light slap. He couldn’t taste any part of her from here, but what he could see was beautiful. “And you look gorgeous… fucking yourself on my cock.”



Sonja moaned softly at her lover’s words, riding him hard then suddenly pulling herself completely off his hard cock. She grinned against his calf, shifting her hips enough to tease him with light slides of her slit over his tip. She loved hearing him growl with frustration as she teased him, then shifted and slowly eased herself back onto him, but this time, his tip pressed against her tight asshole. Her back arched as she cried out wordlessly as he filled her backdoor.



Being on his back the way he was, there was only so much he could do to her when she pulled off of him and stroked her slit over his cock. He wanted to be back in her, and the look on his face and tone of his growls told that in no uncertain terms. She finally sank herself back on him, this time in her ass. His groan mixed with her wordless cry when he felt the tightness of her rosebud spreading around him.



She moaned in pleasure as she rode him, feeling his cock stretching her tight hole around his thick cock, her juices the only lube they had as she moved on him. Slowly she moved to where she sat up on him, riding his shaft as she moved, her breasts bouncing along with her. She looked over her shoulder, a smile on her lips, “Want another angle, Nicolai…One where you can put those magical hands on my luscious body as well?”



“I would love to work my magic on your body, moya konfeta … And I can never get enough angles of you…” He said with a smile, reaching as far as he could to put his hands just on her ass. Just seeing her move, her tits bouncing and her ass rippling was enough to send thrills through his body. He was breathing harder, though he wasn’t near to cumming yet. Her blowjob and their previous fucking had ensured a long night ahead of both of them.

This story is part of a trilogy; you should read “Gary’s Mom” and “Voodoo Moms” first.



All characters are 18 years or older.



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Fucking idiots! I screamed.



Nobody turned to look of course because I had vented my frustrations to myself. The only apparent measure of my anger was the loud clicks of my heels on the once-polished floor of the school hallway, now populated by more than a few teenagers blatantly skipping classes, and the firm set of my jaw. I burst through the double doors which sprung back lively to crash together as I stomped down the cement steps to my car.



Fucking assholes!



Where did they get their degrees? I should call them and tell them what an embarrassment their graduates had become.



No evidence of bullying? Then why the fuck did they think my son was afraid to go to school? A good student suddenly refuses to go to school for no reason at all? Give me a break!



I dropped my keys, bent to pick them up, still fuming, fumbled them again, picked them up, couldn’t get the key in the door, felt my arms and jaw to rigid, and yelled out loud, “FUCK!”



Several students and a couple of teachers turned to look. I tried the key again. It worked, so I got in the car, threw my purse on the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition but instead of starting the engine, I grabbed the steering wheel, leaned forward until my head hit the wheel, and cried. The teachers didn’t approach the car to offer help.



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“I’m home,” I called.



Nobody answered but the house wasn’t empty. I knew Gary was upstairs in his room where he would have been all day. He didn’t even come down to eat anymore. At first, John tried to get our son to come down for dinner and wouldn’t let me take his meals upstairs but eventually we gave up.



During the day, I found evidence of Gary’s excursions seeking food when I was away. I guess his hunger could overcome his fear of the great unknown outside his room. Or maybe he wasn’t afraid of being in the rest of the house when it was empty. Maybe he just wanted to avoid contact, to be alone, unless absolutely necessary. God knows, he didn’t want company when he ate his dinner. For a while, I waited in the hallway after hearing Gary in the bathroom but he always seemed to know I was there and wouldn’t come out until he heard me go downstairs.



Eventually, I lost hope and resigned myself to supporting the live-in recluse my son had become. I started going out on the flimsiest of excuses, any reason to get out of my dismal home. Finding evidence of Gary’s scrounging for food while I was gone no longer raised my hopes. To make things worse, John became more distant, often missed dinner, and sometimes didn’t come home until after I had gone to bed. Maybe he was having an affair—Who could blame him? Our home was as exciting as a tomb—but more likely, he just wanted to avoid being home as much as possible, just like me.



I went to the gym, not so much to become fit as to get away. I took photography lessons, cooking lessons, tried golf, shopped until I was bored to tears, joined a book club, and had coffee with friends until the day I noticed their conversation change when they saw me coming. My mind wandered when I was with them anyway. I might be avoiding home but my thoughts were always with my son.



What had happened to him? How could I help him if I didn’t know that? I had tried but couldn’t find the answer and that had paralyzed me. Well, no more! I had to find a way to engage my son. Gary wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life hiding in a room.



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A week later, I was at my wits end and ready to throw myself off a cliff. It didn’t matter what I did, what I said, what I offered to entice him, Gary just wouldn’t come out of his room. What was in there? Did he play games all day, look at porn, was that it? I didn’t know for sure but sensed there wasn’t anything keeping him in his room. He was truly afraid of going leaving.



We tried another round of doctors but they didn’t do any better and after two months of that, we gave up again. School was now out but Gary hadn’t missed finishing Grade 12. The school had come to its senses and let him finish his courses and write his tests online but he refused to go to the graduation ceremony let alone any parties.



Only one thing was going right in my life: I was exercising so much to relieve the stress that I lost a lot of weight. I hadn’t been so light since my early thirties and was in much better shape but it was too good to last. I started getting headaches and pains all over my body. I stopped going to the gym but found another excuse to get out of the house: massages. They felt great and helped with the headaches but couldn’t rid me of the constant aches that prevented me from exercising. However, one massage therapist, my third I think, recommended a solution.



“Jenny, I can’t get a massage every time I want to exercise.”



“Well no, I know that but you can get a body doll.”



“A body doll?”



“Yeah,” Jenny said. “I know it sounds stupid but several of my clients have tried it and they all swear by it.”



“So, how does that work?”



“Well, you do exercises at home but before and after you do them, you massage the doll.” She laughed as she ended, I guess realizing how silly it sounded.



“So how is massaging a doll supposed to make me feel better?”



“I know, sounds silly, doesn’t it?”



I nodded.



“Well, the doll is supposed to be an image of you, so when you’re massaging it, you’re actually massaging yourself. It’s based on the notion that you know best where you hurt and will subconsciously massage yourself in the right places and in the right way.”



I was skeptical but went along for the ride. “So, where am I supposed to get a doll that’s an image of me?”



Jenny laughed in a way that showed she was embarrassed about what she was going to say next. “Well, there’s this old black woman that sells voodoo stuff. She makes personalized dolls.”



“A voodoo doll? Am I supposed to stick pins in it?” I teased.



“Not unless you’re a masochist,” Jenny laughed. “Seriously, several of my clients have tried it and they say it really works.”



“How much are these dolls?”



“I think they’re about fifty bucks.”



“And are there’s a special exercises plan to go along with the doll?” I asked, smelling a sales pitch.



“No special exercises. Just do your regular routine. I’ll show you some good ones to do at home and instead of stretching before and after, you massage the doll.” Jenny tittered. “Then, if you feel better, you can start going back to the gym.”



“Well, it’s worth a shot,” I sighed. “I’m starting to gain weight again.”



So, on top of everything else, I started exercising at home and massaging a doll that looked like me. My life was a pit.



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I felt silly the first few times I massaged the doll but, strangely, I did feel better. Not only did the pain stop but the stress disappeared as well. I began feeling good about myself. I had lots of energy and I looked good, not only in the mirror but in the faces of men glancing my way a sure-fire measure of attractiveness.



My husband, however, hardly noticed which made me even more convinced that he was having an affair. Surprisingly, I didn’t really care that much. It actually allowed me think clearly about what to do about Gary.



I didn’t have any new ideas about how to solve my son’s problem but I was no longer depressed about it. I was confident that I would come up with something. We had relied on the doctors and they had failed us, twice, so we had given up. I now knew that wasn’t acceptable and, rather than convincing John, I decided to handle it on my own, as soon as I came up with a plan.



The solution came upon me by accident and, at first, I didn’t recognize it for what it was. I was about to begin my exercise routine when Gary surprised me. I was sitting at the kitchen table, finishing my fruit bowl with one hand and absent mindedly massaging the doll with the other when Gary shuffled into the kitchen.



“Oh,” he said, surprised. “I didn’t know you were home.”



Obviously, because he hadn’t called for me to bring his lunch. It was well after one so he must have been starving.



I surprised myself by not jumping up to get him something to eat, which would have been my normal response. Instead, I said, “I’m about to start my exercises so you’ll have to get yourself something.”



Gary shuffled over to the counter and put some bread in the toaster, then got some peanut butter from the cupboard. He was wearing a pair of flannel pajamas that looked like he’d been wearing them for at least a week. I bit my lip.



I only had one slice of orange and two slices of peach left in the bowl when I realized that Gary was watching me. Of course… it was the doll. He had seen me exercising before but hadn’t seen me massaging a doll, especially one that looked like me. It must have looked weird. I was about to explain, then thought better of it. Maybe a puzzle was just what his crippled mind needed.



I toyed with my food, cutting each slice in three. I studiously avoided looking at Gary so he could observe me without feeling self-conscious about it. He opened the fridge to get some jam, closed it, and walked slowly back to the toaster. I knew he was looking at me rather than where he was going. He was so fascinated by what I was doing, he bumped into the counter. Unconsciously, I rubbed the doll more slowly, just as I had slowed the pace of eating, as if they were part of the same process.



The toast popped up. Gary pushed it back down.



“Mom?”



“What dear?” I responded without looking up from what I was doing.



“Nothing,” he mumbled.



I rubbed my thumb up the front of the doll, over its breasts, and back down. I couldn’t see him directly but I knew his eyes were glued on what I was doing to the doll.



“Your toast is burning,” I said a minute later.



“Oh shit.”



Gary popped the toast up but rather than spreading his peanut butter and jam while he was at the counter, he put the toast on a plate and carried everything to the table. For months he had minimized contact with us and now here he was joining me at the table. Excitement surged through me.



Gary sat down and busied himself with his toast. I avoided eye contact, concentrating on massaging the doll, and I knew Gary was just as focused on it. I hadn’t seen him pay so much attention to anything for months. I kept massaging the doll after I finished eating, which I had stretched out ridiculously long. Finally, I felt I could hardly justify carrying on so I got up, leaving the doll on the table, and put my bowl in the sink.



I walked behind Gary and stopped by the end of the table, before leaving the kitchen. I stretched, holding my arms above my head, tipped my head back and shook my hair, then arched my back and tensed my legs and buttocks. I told myself I needed to expel the thrill coursing through me, but in reality I was parading my new, buff body shamelessly in front of my son. Clad in a tight-fitting black leotard covered by a blue, swim-style, leopard-decorated suit, I knew I looked good and, subconsciously, I wanted confirmation that it was me and not the doll that my son found so fascinating.



“I feel great,” I sighed.



What the hell was I doing? All I knew for sure was I didn’t want Gary to go back upstairs. In the living room, I started my routine with a series of stretches, pausing in poses that weren’t my regular stretch points. I kept my back to the kitchen but was aware when Gary got up to stand in the doorway to watch me. All I could think of was what to do next to keep him downstairs.



I bent over to touch my toes and managed to touch the floor many more times than I had before. I rose up with my legs still spread, tensing my thigh muscles and glutes, shook my hair and stretched sideways, sliding my hand down the outside of my leg, first the left, then the right, again and again. My ears were peaked, straining for signs that my son was still there, watching me.



When I turned around, he seemed startled but before he could escape, I said, “You can watch TV if you want. I won’t be in the way.”



Gary flushed red and ran up the stairs.



I wasn’t disappointed. I was ecstatic!



This was the ticket. Nothing we had done, or the doctors had done, had drawn Gary out of his shell but we had all overlooked the obvious. Gary was a typical teenager, probably a virgin, and likely thought of little else than the pussy he craved but hadn’t yet enjoyed. Even as a recluse, he was probably still interested in girls and I was the only one in the near vicinity. If I could activate his fantasies, despite being his mother, I could gradually use his teenage libido to lure him out into the real world where his lust could be transferred to a more appropriate target.



This was it. This was the plan that would save my son.



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The next day, I made my lunch and waited for Gary to call out, determined to ignore him until he ventured downstairs to make himself something to eat. Long after lunch would have been ready, his bedroom door opened and I heard him shuffling down the stairs. I picked up the doll in my left hand, looked at the magazine I had spread on the table beside my bowl of fruit, and stabbed a slice of peach. I knew I looked good. I had warmed myself up with a short routine to bring color to my face and checked myself in the mirror to make sure the leotard made my legs look good, that the exercise suit didn’t overly restrict my breasts, and that it molded nicely over my butt.



Gary poked his head around the corner. I rubbed my thumb up the front of the doll.



“Did I miss lunch?” he asked.



“You did,” I said.



Gary didn’t seem perturbed. Without complaint, he shuffled to the counter and put bread in the toaster, then turned and looked at me. I ignored him, delicately sliding a slice of peach between my lips and massaging the doll without a break. Gary watched in silence.



The scene was surreal. We were together yet apart. I dangled my crossed legs under the table, knowing my foot extended out the side toward Gary, drawing his attention to my carefully painted toes which had consumed almost an hour of my morning. Whiffs of perfume occasionally overpowered the fruity odor emanating from my bowl.



Gary’s toast popped up and he pushed it down again. I picked up the peeled banana that I had laid on a side plate and slowly slid the tip into my mouth and just as cautiously bit off the end. I chewed slowly, constantly rubbing the doll with my thumb. I was halfway through the banana when the toast popped up again. Only then did Gary get the margarine and jam from the fridge.



At the table, he buttered his toast as I used one finger to poke the rest of the banana deep into my mouth. My thumb slipped down over the doll’s torso and rubbed its thighs, brushing up and onto the suit it wore that matched my own, the proud result of an hour’s sewing the night before. I turned the page of the magazine, my thumb resting on the doll’s pelvis, not quite still. Gary spread jam on his toast, slowly, as if he needed to stay in time with me.



I finished my fruit at the same time that the first slice of toast had disappeared. While Gary began spreading margarine on the next slice, I got up, put my bowl and plate in the sink, then sauntered out of the kitchen. I stopped before the doorway and stretched as I had done the day before but for longer and in an even more exaggerated pose. The only sound I made was a long, satisfied sigh.



I went into the living room. My fingers had barely touched the floor when Gary’s body blocked the light from the kitchen. I looked between my legs to verify his presence in the doorway. He was leaning against the jamb with a slice of toast in one hand. He didn’t say a word.



I pulled myself up and touched the fingers of my right hand to the floor in front of my left foot, holding it in an extended stretch. Rising slowly, I arched my back before doing the same with my left hand and right foot, conscious of my right cheek thrusting toward the left under the leotard. Rising again, I touched the floor between my open legs, stretching down until my palms grazed the carpet, knowing that the swollen area between my legs was wantonly pouting, begging to escape the confines of the leotard. Joan, you hussy, I reprimanded myself. But it’s for a good cause,” I replied.



I repeated that routine many times. After a while, not hearing a sound from Gary except an occasional munch on toast, I rose up and started sliding my palm seductively down the outside of my left leg, then the right. I carried that on for another several minutes. I pretended I didn’t know Gary was there.



I straightened and paused, trying to think of what I could say when I turned around and pretended to see him. What could I say that would stop him from running upstairs? I can’t describe the thrill that flooded my chest when he walked past me and sat down on far end of the couch, then picked up the remote. He forgot for a moment to turn the TV on. I felt like running outside and screaming in delight. It’s going to work!



I was facing Gary now but turned around to face the TV so he could continue to watch me unobserved. Several times, I stretched a leg up, like I used to do in ballet class, grabbed an ankle and held my foot by my head. I felt terribly guilty holding this pose that couldn’t help but fill the male mind with awe at how wide a woman can open her legs. I hadn’t done it since my first boyfriend came to pick me up after class and watched me through the waiting area window, a trick I had learned from Hayley, who used to tease the other girls’ fathers waiting for their daughters, an act that made her quite unpopular with the girls if not the men. I knew exactly what I was doing.



My back wasn’t directly facing Gary. By looking at the TV, I was facing about thirty degrees off directly away from him, far enough that I couldn’t see him so he could safely watch, but enough to show the profile of my left breast from behind. I stretched my other leg up and hugged it to myself, then bent over to touch the floor again, bouncing my palms onto the rug, thrilled with my brilliance. On the first touch, I peeked through my legs and saw Gary gawking at my ass.



This was definitely going to work!



I was careful not to peek again. Gary had to be able to safely watch, comfortable in the knowledge that I was facing away. I concentrated on doing my regular routine so I didn’t blow it by being awkward or self-conscious. On the floor, I twisted so I could watch the TV to increase Gary’s confidence that I wouldn’t suddenly look his way. When I pulled my knees up to my chin, I held them there much longer than usual, keeping the leotard stretched tightly over my bum. I turned onto my left side to scissor my legs and when I did the right, I switched head and feet so I could keep facing the TV. I scissored my legs until I couldn’t lift them anymore.



Despite the show, I was surprised Gary didn’t bolt for his room until I remembered the pajamas he was wearing. He probably had an erection and was afraid to run past me in case I saw it. I smiled, amused and pleased by the thought of my son sitting on the couch behind me with a bit hardon. It’s for a good cause, I reminded myself.



I gave Gary lots of warning before I got up and joined him on the couch by walking into the kitchen first to retrieve the doll. His hands were resting on a pillow strategically placed on his lap when I returned. I almost burst out laughing but managed to turn it into a coughing fit.

I massaged the doll for ten minutes. Finally, it struck me that Gary couldn’t leave until I did because whatever he was hiding under the pillow was unlikely to subside while I was sitting beside him playing with the doll. I mumbled something about getting a shower and left. As I pulled the leotard down my leg, I heard Gary rushing up the stairs. Too late, I saw that I had left the door wide open. Gary hurried by, still clutching the pillow in front of himself, as I sat frozen in an artistic slice of ordinary domestic life, a woman undressing, nude except for a leotard dangling from her toe.



Gary’s door banged shut and, this time, I did burst out laughing though I leaned over and muffled the sound in the covers. A moment later, I recklessly crept down the hallway to my son’s room and listened at his door, a triumphant smile breaking out when I heard the distinctive sound of male masturbation. Unashamed, I swung my arm up, bent my elbow and closed my fist.



Yes!



I wasn’t ashamed. I had found the key to my son’s salvation.



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Gary was upstairs when John came home from work and remained there through dinner which proceeded as usual, quiet except for the sound of chewing, knives and forks scraping on plates, and the occasional clink of a wine glass returning to the table. Quiet, that is, until I explained my idea to John.



“You’re joking, right?”



“Why do you say that?”



“Gary’s sick. There’s something wrong with him, and flirting with him isn’t going to fix it.”



“There’s nothing wrong with our son. He’s just been bullied. All he needs is a reason to go back outside and the confidence to do it,” I retorted.



“And you cavorting in front of him is going to do that?”



“No,” I drawled. “My ‘cavorting’, as you call it, will make him think of girls and that will make him want to rejoin the land of the living.”



“It’s a little unconventional, Joan.”



“Not really. Boys always have a thing for their mothers, don’t they?”



“Sometimes. If they’re not ugly, I guess,” John laughed.



“Your mother was attractive when she was younger. Did you have the hots for her?”



“I’m surprised you have anything nice to say about my mother,” John neatly side-stepped the question.



“I said when she was younger and quit avoiding the question. Did you think about her when you were a teenager?”



“I suppose.”



“I suppose?” I laughed.



“Yes, I guess I did, but I was much younger than Gary. I think it’s a little late for a maternal fixation.”



“Uh huh. So what first attracted you to your Mom?” I persisted.



John leaned back, crossed his legs, uncrossed them, then crossed them again.



“I don’t remember.”



He didn’t want to talk to me about it but, knowing me, knew it was unavoidable. I suspected he was trying to buy time to think of how little he could get away with telling me.



“Yes you do.”



John took a deep breath. Resigned, he said, “I guess it was… one day I was watching her hang clothes on the line, something I’d seen her do a million times before, but this time, as she was stretching up, she lost her footing and almost fell. Well, as she reached out to grab the post to keep from falling her hand knocked a button off her blouse. When she hung up the next shirt, I could see her brassiere and quite a bit of her breasts feeding into it. I watched her hang the rest of the clothes and later, when we were having lunch, she hadn’t fixed the blouse. I watched her all day.”



“Naughty Johnny. Think how we could have spiced up a few nights if you’d told me this years ago,” I teased. John ignored me.



“The thing was, Mom didn’t fix her blouse all day but just before Dad came home, she changed it. That night, I woke up and heard my parents having sex. Mom was particularly loud. I had heard my parents having sex before but it was just the sound of the bed springs and my father huffing and puffing. From then on, though, I heard Mom almost every time. I stayed awake on Saturday nights because I knew they were going to fuck. On Saturdays, if Mom forgot to do up one or two of her buttons, I couldn’t wait until bedtime because I knew she’d be enthusiastic. She always was on those days.”



“Jesus, John. No wonder your mother never liked me.”



“Yeah, I guess so.”



“Did you ever…”



“No,” John interrupted. “That’s all Mom ever did.”



“For how long?”



“Years, I guess. After Dad died, she always had her blouse partly undone when I visited alone.”



“Even after we were married?”



“Yes,” John replied. He spoke so softly I could hardly hear him.



“John. I’m just trying to get Gary interested in girls so he’ll quit hiding in his room.”



“I know, Joan. It might work, but be careful.”



“Be careful?”



“Yeah. Don’t get to liking it like my mother did.”



“John, don’t be ridiculous. It’s not something I’ll enjoy, it’s something I’ll do for our son.”



“I know.” John’s voice was still low. His mind was somewhere else.



“You might have to be scarce for a while. Not that you haven’t been already.”



“Why?”



“It’ll take time for this to work and Gary needs to know that we’re alone and not in danger of being surprised.”



“I thought you were going to say we need to start fucking really loud.”



“We haven’t been fucking so I don’t know where that comes from.”



“Joan…”



It was my turn to interrupt.



“Actually, I don’t think we should have sex for a while. I think it might help if Gary thought I wasn’t getting any.”



“Why would he think that?”



“Because we haven’t been doing it. You haven’t exactly been here.”



“Joan, I…”



“I don’t want to hear it and I don’t care anyway. I don’t know whether you’re getting it somewhere else or if you’ve just lost interest, like me.”



I reached out to grasp John’s hand.



“I wouldn’t blame you if you were. I know I haven’t been here for you. Look, we’re both stressed out but if we can fix this thing with Gary, I think we can fix ourselves as a side benefit. Let’s leave it at that, shall we?”



“Okay. I’ll stay out of the way, for our marriage.”



“And for our son.”



“Of course, but just a little flashing, okay?”



“Of course. What do you think we’ve been talking about?”



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For the rest of the week, Gary and I settled into an after lunch routine. I waited for him to come down for lunch, finished mine while he made his, and we both repaired to the living room. I exercised while Gary ate his lunch and watched TV, and me. After every session, Gary waited, his eyes fixed on the TV and the pillow held firmly on his lap, while I massaged the doll. He always waited until I went upstairs. Within a minute, he would rush by the open door of my room and I would sneak down to his closed door to confirm what I already knew.



John kept his word and came home later and later, missing dinner three times that week. Near the end of the week, Gary appeared downstairs in the late afternoon. I happened to be making a Moroccan dish. Gary didn’t explain his appearance. He simply sat down at the kitchen table and watched me move about the kitchen . I was wearing a wrap around a body leotard, almost my uniform these days.



I talked constantly, partly because I was nervous and partly to make Gary comfortable. It was meaningless chit chat, nothing requiring a response and so relieving him of any pressure to do so. I was simply trying to make the situation seem normal while my body movements made it anything but.



When I was finished, I sauntered over to my son and got him to taste my creation, leaning over and delicately inserting several olives into his mouth, one at a time. It was an innocent act, though seductively executed. The leotard and wrap covered me completely but Gary looked at my breasts anyway. I asked him if he would help me make some new dishes the next afternoon and he agreed.



The next day, Gary didn’t rush by my room so fast. I was sitting on the other side of the bed with my back to him. I heard him pause and knew he was right outside my door. I stretched my leg out high and straight, leaned forward and pushed the leotard off my foot, then did the same for the other. Somehow, I managed to twist sideways a little so my breast swung out far enough for him to see its swollen fullness. I stood then, slowly so as not to startle him, and walked, stark naked, into the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to turn on the light, then turning and disappearing from his sight, allowing a brief glimpse of my breasts in full, thrusting side profile.



I could hear him before I even got to his door, breathing harshly, erratically, the sound of his fist furiously beating his cock. When I turned away, I was surprised to find my hand covering my own sex.



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The next day, I happened to be looking at the TV when the screen went blank and I saw Gary’s reflection. He was holding the pillow with his left hand and slowly stroking his cock with the right. I stifled a gasp and almost stopped moving but caught myself and acted like the exercise had just become particularly strenuous. I was shocked. I had initially assumed Gary was just getting hard while watching me and even entertained the notion that he might be touching himself under the pillow too but to actually see him stroking his bare cock, even in the dim reflection of the blank TV screen, was a tad unsettling.



I guess I shouldn’t have been that surprised. After all, it had been a week. I imagine when Gary first started touching himself, his cock grew big enough to poke through the hole in the front of his pajamas. Over the week, it was a natural progression to touch it, even take it out and stroke it, secure in the knowledge that I never, ever turned around to look at him. Perhaps I had done my job too well.



That same day, while Gary helped me make some gourmet snacks and actually chatted with me, I asked him if he would keep me company outside in the sun. He was hesitant at first but succumbed to my will after twenty minutes of wily, womanly cajoling. Gary did sit on the patio lounges with me but steadfastly refused to venture farther from the safety of the house. Nevertheless, it was an amazing accomplishment in our small world.



Later that afternoon, while in the mall on some errands, I ran into Sandra and then Vanessa, both mothers of boys Gary had played with when he was younger. We became good acquaintances if not friends attending games and stuff with the kids. I always like Sandra and admired her greatly and her kid was nice whereas Vanessa’s was a bit of a brat. Without thinking about it, I told Sandra about the doll and how I had accidentally stumbled upon a plan to lure Gary from his room. She seemed a little shocked but relaxed when I explained that I simply wanted to revive his teenage instincts sufficiently for him to want to rejoin the planet. Sandra laughed and remarked that she doubted she would be able to entice her own son in such a way so thankfully there was nothing wrong with him.



“Oh gosh, Joan. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… oh, I feel just terrible.”



“Don’t worry. I know you didn’t mean anything. It has been hard, Sandra, and I’m ready to try anything. I have no idea if this will work. So far, I’ve only managed to get him to come downstairs for lunch and sit in the patio. In fact, I don’t think he’s really interested in my old body, he’s probably just hungry.”



We both laughed, and a few minutes later, Sandra left. I wasn’t worried that she’d say anything. Sandra was a private person and I was confident she wouldn’t tell anyone about our conversation.



Before I left, Vanessa passed by and sat down. I knew Vanessa was having tremendous difficulty with her own son and knowing that she knew about the problems we were having with Gary, I confided my success, perhaps primed by the sympathetic reaction from Sandra.



I was tentative at first but Vanessa’s obvious interest loosened my tongue. I didn’t spill everything but let enough out that she knew I was trying to use womanly charms to encourage Gary to get out of the house. Vanessa was captivated by the approach and I see in her eyes she was already planning how she could do the same thing to curb Billy’s juvenile behavior.



“I think Billy’s getting into drugs,” she confided.



“You’re kidding?”



“No. Gary isn’t?”



“No, definitely not. At least, I don’t think so.”



“I’m not a hundred percent sure about Billy either but he’s getting out of control and something is driving it. I’ve got to do something about it. You say this teasing thing really works?”



“Well, I’m not sure yet but I’ve managed to get him out of his room.”



“And you used a doll?”



“Yes, from this Voodoo woman.”



“Voodoo woman? Oh, you mean that black woman with the strange store across from the mall?”



“Yes, that’s the one.”



I wished I hadn’t said so much to Vanessa and wanted to limit the damage so I didn’t explain the connection with massage therapy. The last thing I wanted was Vanessa dropping in to interrogate Jenny and gossiping about my success with Gary. Thank God, that was enough for Vanessa and she left soon after. As I watched her confident, former-model body steer between the food court tables, I pitied her brat son. She reminded me of my mother-in-law, God rest her soul. Billy didn’t know what he was in for.



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The next day, I managed to capture several glimpses of my son in the blank TV screen and confirmed what I thought I’d seen the previous day. Gary was definitely stroking himself while he watched me. And why wouldn’t he? I never, ever turned around to look at him while exercising so he should feel safe to touch himself until I finished my routine, which by now he probably knew by heart.



Far from feeling I had gone too far, I was tremendously pleased. His obvious desire raised my confidence in the plan. The motivation was there, all I had to do was continue leading him down the path to its eventual, inevitable conclusion.



I found a way to reward Gary for his trip out to the patio. I stopped mid-routine and, inanely complaining about being hot, removed the bathing suit, and left myself clad only in the body leotard. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. It was like I was naked, except for a second skin. I carried on with the rest of my routine and even extended it with exercises I made up on the spur of the moment, anything that allowed me to stretch and arch my body.



It was an outrageous exhibition, one which made me feel deliciously naughty. I squirmed and preened on the floor in front of my son without shame, knowing there wasn’t an inch of me he couldn’t imagine naked under the tight black leotard that covered me so revealingly. I denied the thrill I felt as anything but exaltation in the knowledge that when I asked, Gary would willingly follow me anywhere in the yard I asked him to go. Next week, I would talk him into accompanying me to the store, just the corner store, and I wouldn’t even ask him to get out of the car, but it would be a huge step and I was positive now that he would do it. My plan was working!



Finally, I stopped, exhausted. While I lay there, breathing heavily, knowing Gary was watching my gently heaving bosom, a thought entered my mind and I acted upon it before considering the consequences.



“Gary?”



He gasped. I had never spoken to him before while exercising. There was a rustle as he frantically covered himself, probably learning too late how difficult it was to conceal a hard, springy cock.



“Yeah,” he croaked.



“Be a darling and get my doll from the kitchen for me.”



“Your doll?”



He was stalling, likely afraid to get up until the big lump in his lap subsided.



“Yes, my massage doll. I left it on the kitchen table.”



“Uh…”



“Come on. I’m so exhausted I can’t keep my eyes open.”



I closed my eyes and opened them a slit just in time to see Gary go past. In the kitchen, he turned toward the table to retrieve the doll, exposing the reason for his hesitation. The front of his pajamas looked like a tent. I was impressed by its size. I shut my eyes as he returned.



“I put it on the couch,” he said.



“Can you do me another favor?”



“Mom… what?”



“Can you massage the doll for me?”



“Awww, Mom. I’ll feel silly and, anyway, I don’t know how to do it.”



“It’s easy, you just rub it gently, all over, and it isn’t silly. It really helps me.”



“Mom.”



“Please?”



“Oh… okay.”



There was a rustle as Gary picked up the doll.



“You just rub it?”



“Mhhhmmm,” I murmured, wiggling to ready my body for its ‘massage’. “Start with the feet and work your way up,” I suggested.



I waited half a minute then sighed, “That feels good.”



After that, I was silent except the occasional murmur or pleased sigh. Periodically, I wiggled. I suspected that after a few minutes, Gary rubbed near my breasts so I arched my back slightly and purred. I opened my eyes a slit but couldn’t see what he was doing except to note that he was enthralled. I think I could have sat up and looked right at him without being noticed.



“Oh, that feels good,” I murmured.



Despite his initial objection, Gary seemed to enjoy massaging the doll. I was sure he wouldn’t mind doing it more often, maybe even both before and after my routine. I rolled over onto my tummy, twisting so my bum was pointed toward my son, and parted my legs a little.



After thirty seconds or so, I sighed and arched my ass up a bit, tensed my legs and glutes, relaxed, and settled back into the carpet. I repeated this every minute or so and squirmed my ass around. I couldn’t have been more obvious unless I got up on my hands and knees and turned around to pout at him.



I gave Gary lots of warning when I was ready to quit, giving him time to put the pillow in place. I leaned over to kiss him on the forehead in thanks, adding a longer one on his cheek, my lips just catching the corner of his mouth.



“Thanks, son,” I husked.



I sauntered slowly up the stairs, exaggerating the sway of my hips and pushing my bottom out with each step. Once in my room, I quickly removed the leotard instead of just pushing it down so Gary could covertly watch me slip it off my feet before I stepped into the bathroom for my shower. I lay back on the bed, covered my eyes with a crooked arm, arched my back to push up my naked breasts, and waited for the sound of his footsteps. When they arrived, I held my pose for a couple of minutes, sure he was watching, then lazily turned away from him onto my side. There, I let my upper knee slide off the other onto the bed and pulled it up a bit, positioning my exposed ass in its most inviting pose.



I don’t know how long Gary watched me so I waited for a long time. At some point, I dozed off.



For the rest of the week, Gary massaged the doll for me while I squirmed around appreciatively on the floor in front of him. I had replaced the mat with a comforter to provide a wider range for movement on the floor. My stretches were always more languid during the ‘post’ massage than in the warm up and by the time we were done, I was very warm indeed. I may have been doing this to save my son, but it wasn’t a hardship. Being the focus of such intense appreciation was like doing a feel-good drug, mellow yet stimulating.



I toyed with the idea of getting Gary to actually touch me. I could just turn around, maybe while lying on my back, and stretch my feet up for him to massage directly rather than via the medium of the doll. I thought hard about the potential benefits of direct touch but eventually vetoed the idea as too dangerous, thinking about the effect on my son. Had I though about the effect on myself, I would have realized how dangerous it really was.



In the afternoons, Gary followed me around the yard, helping with the gardening and just generally keeping me company. I always wore a loose blouse and usually baggy or tight shorts but sometimes put on a short skirt. There was plenty of opportunity for Gary to look down my blouse or peek between my legs as he stood above me while I squatted or kneeled to work on the garden. Initially, I had worn my flimsiest bras, the ones designed to be worn with an evening dress or a low-cut blouse, but on Thursday I went braless because I was working up to getting Gary out of the house altogether, just a short trip to the store.

On Friday, Gary arrived downstairs to find me eating my lunch dressed only in a body stocking. It was much like the leotard but it was flesh-colored rather than black, and thus easier to see through. The legs were shorter, extending barely halfway down my thighs instead of to my ankles, and both the back and the front dipped low, the back rounded while the front dove into a deep V.



I had found the body stocking while searching the bottom of a drawer because, what with one thing and another, I was behind with the laundry and had run out of leotards. I held it up to the light but rejected it as too revealing. On second thought, I held it up again and whispered, “Wow.” A delightfully wicked feeling shimmered through me so strongly I ignored my nattering conscience which quickly faded as I sat down on the bed and pulled the stocking on.



When he first saw me, Gary stopped dead in his tracks, mouth open. I didn’t tease him, I just quietly handed him the doll.



“We’re late. Why don’t you warm me up… uh, massage the doll, while I make your lunch.”



Gary sat down, his eyes soaking in the body stocking, or more accurately, the parts it didn’t cover so well. I glanced at him and he started massaging the doll.



“I want you to have some fruit,” I said. “You’re going to get scurvy the way you eat.”



Gary nodded in the compliant manner he had adopted of late. I put his typical two pieces of toast in and then brought him a banana. Since he was holding the doll in two hands, I peeled it for him, slowing pulling down each strip, and nibbled a small bit off the top before handing it to him.



Before Gary could release a hand from the doll to take it, I said, “Oh, right, you’ve got the doll. Here, I’ll feed you while you work on the doll.”



I put the banana to Gary’s lips, “Go ahead.”



His thumbs rubbed up and down the front of the doll as I pushed the banana into his mouth, leaning over in an exaggerated fashion to give him an eyeful.



“They’re good, aren’t they?”



I put the banana into my own mouth, lifting Gary’s eyes from my breasts. They widened when I pushed the banana deep into my mouth and then slid it all the way out.



“Sorry, I forgot it was your banana.”



I snagged another small bite and then pushed it into Gary’s mouth. He took a large bite. The toast popped, so I finished the banana and swayed over to butter Gary’s toast, making sure my butt wiggled with each swipe of the knife. Gary devoured the toast and we moved into the living room. I lay down on the comforter and immediately began squirming around, trying to avoid eye contact with Gary’s bulging erection.



“Gary, I want you to keep me company while I go to the store.”



“To the store?”



“Yes. There were some rough-looking fellows hanging around the last couple of times and they make me nervous. You’ll come, won’t you?” I asked, closing my eyes as I arched my back sharply to thrust my breasts upward, forcing my nipples into the body stocking.



“I don’t know, Mom. It’s been a long time since…”



“Please, son. I’m a little frightened.”



I rolled onto my left shoulder, then my right, twisting toward him and stretching to emphasize my breasts.



“I’ll try,” he mumbled.



“Thanks. I knew I could rely on you.”



I treated Gary to a command performance. I had become jaded over the past few weeks and where I was formerly hesitant to adopt more lurid poses, I now had so such inhibitions. I no longer worried that my posture was ridiculously provocative, I was only concerned about whether it was sufficiently sexy to make Gary want me as a woman so I could lure him out of the house. I thrived on my success, knowing Gary jacked off quietly while he watched me on the floor and that he couldn’t wait until he reached his room to finish himself off. However, toward the end of my extended routine, Gary voiced doubt about his ability to leave the house.



“Mom, I’ll really try to go with you but I might not be able to make it,” he whined.



I stopped and sat up, my back to him, and legs tucked to one side.



“I really want you to come, Gary.”



“I know. I’ll try, Mom, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do it.”



It was only then that I noticed that we had forgotten to turn on the TV. The screen was blank and I could see Gary’s reflection, sitting behind and slightly to my left, pillow in one hand and his cock in the other.



“I want you to really try, son.”



I lifted my right hand up to my left shoulder as I spoke. Gary watched intently, and didn’t answer. I looked sideways and slipped my finger nails under the body stocking on top of my shoulder and urged it over the edge, then turned the other way and did the same on the other side. Gary sucked in his breath and stopped breathing.



“I really want you to come,” I repeated.



I pulled the body stocking down to my elbow on my left side, then did the same with my right.



“You will come, won’t you?”



Gary was silent except for his raspy breath.



I pulled my left arm out of the stocking’s sleeve, then turned and did the same with my right.



“Will you come?”



Gary remained mute. I pulled the body stocking down my waist until it rested on my hip, turned to look down at my right side and slowly did the same there.



“Yes,” Gary whispered his answer.



“For sure?”



“Yes,” he hissed.



I turned halfway then, but not far enough to see him.



“Thank you, son.”



My tits slung out from my chest, nipples stiff with excitement, and I leaned slightly to one side to emphasize the curve of my spine and the slender length of my neck. I completed the rest of my floor routine half-naked. Gary couldn’t contain himself sufficiently to remain completely silent. The sound of his hand moving up and down on his cock disturbed the air but was ignored by us both, despite its electrifying effect on the air between us.



I didn’t warn Gary when I stood up. I simply turned and caught him, hand in lazy mid-stroke, suddenly shocked into immobility. Ignoring his plight, I stooped to kiss him, the upper part of the body stocking hanging down from my hips. I kissed his forehead and then placed my lips on his, leisurely kissing him as if I was pecking him on his cheek, only longer. Nonetheless, the casual brush of my lips on his made his manhood lurch, and when I say manhood, I mean manhood because it was long enough to nuzzle between my dangling breasts.



“I’ll be ready in half an hour,” I whispered.



I didn’t remember to put on my sexy walk as I climbed the stairs because my body was still tingling from my brazen act and the turmoil it had caused in my mind. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I hadn’t heeded John’s warning and now I had gone much further than I ever intended but that wasn’t what bothered me the most. I would do what it took to bring back my son and I sensed it would take more than watching me prance around in a leotard to get him back into the world. So what bothered me so much? That was easy: I hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much.



How did John know to warn me? That question added to the caldron in my mind and made me wonder how well I knew my husband. What had really happened between him and his mother?



Gary rushed by a few minutes later, trying to get to his room before he lost his load. I followed him down the hallway a couple of minutes later. Though his door wasn’t completely shut, I couldn’t see inside, but I heard him feverishly beating his meat and hoarsely muttering my name.



“Mom…Mom.”



Whack, whack, whack.



“Mom.”



Realizing I was naked outside his door, I became self-conscious and turned away. I had to pull my hand from between my legs.



I’m in control, I assured myself. I’m in control, I repeated.



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“Where are you going?” Gary asked nervously as I drove past the corner store.



“Just to the mall. It’s only a little further.”



“Mom, you said the store,” Gary complained.



“No, I said I was worried about some tough guys hanging around the mall.”



“Mom, you said the store.”



“Did I? Well, you know I meant the mall. Why would tough guys be hanging around the corner store?”



“Mom, it’s too far.”



I put my hand on Gary’s thigh, patted it to reassure him, then slid up a couple of inches, squeezed, and left my hand in place.



“It will be fine. You can stay in the car but watch me until I get inside in case there’s any of those guys around.”



We were already approaching the mall parking lot. I turned in and Gary pushed back into the seat, resigned and slouching, an action that pushed his hips forward, forcing his bulging jeans, warm and throbbing, onto the edge of my hand. I steered to an area of empty parking spaces far from the doors, knowing Gary would be alone and wanting to limit any possible interaction that would make him bolt. Reluctant to remove my hand from between his legs, I put the car in Park with my left and reached awkwardly through the steering wheel to turn off the ignition. I didn’t want to leave the keys in the car.



“I’ll be back in a jiffy, son,” I said, looking around to see if anyone was nearby. We were alone. I leaned over and kissed Gary on the cheek which put pressure on my hand, the one pressing on his crotch. As I brushed my lips over his skin, I wiggled my little finger.



“Wait for me,” I whispered.



I rushed off and didn’t look back, afraid I might see Gary already getting out of the car.



In the mall, I rushed toward the pharmacy. I needed to buy something to make it look like there was a reason for going. I felt the urge to hurry, worried now that I hadn’t gone far enough to offset Gary’s fears. The lingerie store caught my eye. Why not? I hurried inside and made a bee-line directly to the young girl at the counter.



“Where are your negligee’s?” I demanded abruptly.



The girl was startled but to her credit responded quickly, “Right over here,” immediately leading the way.



Obviously competent, the young woman pointed me right at my size for their more expensive line. I grabbed a black, lacy set.



“I’ll take this one.”



Even given my whirlwind entry, the girl was taken aback by the speed of my decision but she handled it well. Sensing my urgency, she took the negligee to the counter. She didn’t bother asking me if that was all I wanted.



“Will that be cash or credit card?”



“Cash.”



She was already ringing it up and by the time the register spit out the receipt she had wrapped the negligee and put it in a stylish bag. She took my money, quickly returned the correct change, and thanked me for coming in. It was at that point that I noticed she was very pretty and quite healthy looking.



“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m in a real hurry.”



She smiled pleasantly. “We’re here to help any way we can.”



“You’ve been awesome. Thanks.”



On the way out of the mall, I ran into Sandra and her son. They were talking as they walked, both obviously interested in their conversation and each other, and looked almost like a couple rather than a mother and son. I felt a twinge of envy.



I want that with Gary.



I couldn’t avoid them so I walked on, hoping they were too distracted to see me but Sandra did and smiled, clearly pleased by the encounter.



“Hello Joan. It’s so nice to see you.”



“Oh, hello Sandra, and Jeff,” I nodded to her son.



“I’m so sorry to hear about Gary’s problem with Billy.”



Jeff looked uncomfortable and Sandra’s face immediately took on the expression of one who realizes she’s said something she shouldn’t have.



“Anyway, I can see you’re in a hurry. Call me if you feel like talking.”



I nodded, not sure whether I was confirming that I was in a rush or that I would call. I walked away, speeding up as I neared the door. What was that all about? I pushed the incident out of my mind, worried that Gary might have fled. Had I pushed him too far? I burst through the doors and immediately locked my eyes on the car. Thank goodness! He was still there.



Relieved, Sandra’s mention of Billy returned. Vanessa’s son? Did he have something to do with Gary’s problem? Anger flooded through me. That little bastard. I would give him a piece of my mind. More than that, I’d…



“Mom?”



I looked up. Gary had stepped out of the car.



“Are you alright? Did something happen?”



I smiled to relieve his concern. “No, I’m fine.”



“You looked upset.”



“No, no. I’m fine. I guess I was a bit more nervous than I thought.”



I opened the car and got in. Gary did too and closed the door.



“Maybe it’s genetic,” he mused.



“Genetic?”



“Yeah. Maybe I got this thing from you?”



I frowned, not comprehending. Gary waved at the parking lot. Ahhh, I must have looked panicked the way I had raced to the car.



“Maybe,” I said. “But we can handle it, can’t we, especially if we work through it together?”



“I guess.”



“Let’s go home.”



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John was home when we arrived. When I opened the door he was waiting, worried as hell, but when he saw Gary with me his face relaxed. He was absolutely tickled that Gary had gone out with me. After Gary went upstairs, he hugged me and gushed, “I can’t believe it, Joan. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”



I laughed nervously, needing relief too. It had been a stressful day. “Ye of little faith.”



“Not anymore.” John hugged me again, squeezing hard.



“Hey, be careful with the goods,” I complained.



John released me. “I wouldn’t want to do that, not when they’re working so well.”



“John!” I gasped, flashing a look upstairs.



John looked properly chastised, and lowered his voice. “It’s amazing what a woman can do with a little attention and a few poses,” he laughed.



“We have our ways.” Thank God he thought that’s all it had taken.



“You’ve brought back our son, Joan, and I love you for it.”



“Is that all you love me for?”



“No, of course not.”



The thought made me think of how inattentive my husband had been for so long and, for some reason, it made me think of what Sandra had said.



“I saw Sandra today and she said something that implied Vanessa Hammond’s son might have had something to do with Gary’s problem.”



John looked suddenly uncomfortable.



“John, did you know about this?”



“No. Well, I heard something to that affect and thought I should have a talk with his father.”



“His father? He doesn’t wear the pants in that family. I’ll have a talk with Vanessa.”



“Joan, maybe you should just let it lie. You’re having amazing success with Gary. Let’s not do anything that will change that. We can deal with the Hammonds later.”



That made sense and some of my anger melted away but I wasn’t entirely convinced.



Gary joined us for dinner that night and John was completely blown away by his easy interaction with us. Afterwards, in bed, I had to press upon him the need for him to stay in the background so Gary didn’t feel pressured.



“I still need lots of space to work with him. He’s a work in progress.”



“Okay, babe. I’ll stay out of the way.”



“I’m still pissed at Vanessa.”



“It’s not her fault, Joan. It’s her bratty little kid.”



“I know, but it makes me so mad.”



“If it will make you feel better, I’ll talk to her.”



“Will you?”



“Of course.”



“I just don’t want her kid interfering now that I’ve got Gary on the right track.”



“I’ll talk to her,” John consoled me.



That night I didn’t sleep well. I dreamed about John and his mother engaging in forbidden acts, things way beyond what I’d done with Gary. Did I need to justify myself by imaging that John had committed worse with his mother? I was particularly unsettled when John’s face was replaced with Gary’s and then his mother’s with mine but the worst part of the dream was when Gary became John again and his mother ‘s face was replaced with Vanessa’s.



I looked a lot like John’s mother. Some people used to joke that he had married his mother which really pissed me off because I wasn’t like her at all but, now that I thought about it, Vanessa was, a lot. They had the same domineering personality whereas I was normally quite shy and even submissive. Perhaps that’s why Sandra and I got along so well. Anyway, when I awoke I was uncomfortable about sending John to talk to Vanessa but reminded myself of the importance of focusing on my own mission—saving my son—especially now that success was so near.



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The next day I didn’t wait for Gary to start massaging the doll. I sat on the comforter in front of him and immediately peeled the body stocking from my shoulders, then launched into a long series of stretches designed to display my body rather than relax my muscles. I was grateful for all the exercising I had done and realized, ironically, that if it hadn’t been for Gary’s problem I wouldn’t be in such good shape and ready to offer the solution which seemed poised to deliver him from a lonely fate.



Every nerve tingled as I undulated before my son, flexing my unblemished skin and supple muscles. Was this tasty feeling the one John had warned me about? Had his mother confided to him her inner feelings or had he observed it and capitalized on its intoxicating effect?



I didn’t know. All I knew was I felt wonderful knowing how much my son desired me and that, by simply displaying my wares, I could make him feel so good. I could hear him now, playing with himself and openly enjoying my body, unafraid.



I swung down onto my back and started working my legs. Curling up my behind, I took us to another level, grasping the waistband of the body stocking and tugging it over my buttocks, stopping as a tease, then continuing slowly, sliding the meshed material along my thighs to my knees. I slipped the stocking over my knees and pushed it up to my feet where I hooked it on my toes and let it dangle above my face.



My bottom, now completely exposed, was thankfully pointed away from Gary. Why thankfully? Such lewd exposure seemed gross to me, as it would any woman, but I knew men loved it, except John, at least, as far as I knew. I had never done anything like this in front of my husband but in stripper bars they always pointed their ass at the customers, spreading their legs for the disgusting beaver shot. Ugghhhh.



However, I wasn’t quite ready to see if it would appeal to my son. But why not? He was a typical teenager and that’s why my solution was working. Should I not to the distance and let him see?



Well, if you didn’t want him to see, why did you uncover yourself?



Why indeed? I lifted my legs and let the stocking drop onto my face. I couldn’t bring myself to engage in such lewd behaviour without some protection, even if only this fragile anonymity. I swiveled on the floor, turning just enough for my son to get a glimpse of what I had exposed.



He gasped. I swiveled more toward him. Whack, whack, whack. I couldn’t see it but I could hear his hand moving faster and faster. I turned my ass right at him, keeping my legs high and bending my knees until they were above my face. I’m a wanton little hussy!



Gary was breathing harshly, gasping for air. I could tell he was about to come. I threw my legs out and snapped up onto my knees, ripping the stocking from my face and tossing it aside. Gary’s face was almost purple, so much blood and oxygen had rushed to his penis. His eyes were wide. I grabbed his cock, displacing his hand. My other hand circled his nuts and squeezed hard. Gary’s eyes almost bugged out of his head but his cock softened, just a tad, but enough to halt the imminent gusher in his balls.



“I want you to go to the mall with me this afternoon,” I cried.



“Okay, Mom. Okay.”



“Inside,” I hissed.



“Inside?”



“Yes. I want you to come inside with me.”



“Mom, I can’t.”



“You can, if you want to enough.”



“No, Mom. I can’t.”



“You can,” I repeated. “Do you want to?”



I moved my hand up and down once. Gary’s eyes widened in shock.

“Do you want to?” I repeated, stroking him a second time.



Gary nodded.



“Tell me,” I demanded.



“Yes.”



“You’ll come?”



I stroked him twice and loosened my grip on his balls.



“Yes.”



“Promise?”



I tickled his balls and started a steady stroke, up and down, up and down, slowly, gripping his cock tightly, squeezing up to the head, rubbing its underside with my thumb and grazing over the helmet with the tip of my index finger.



“I promise.”



“Promise on your love for your mother.”



I bent my head, blew hot breath onto his cock and fixed him with my gaze.



“I promise on my love for you.”



“Well, alright then.”



I pulled my hand back to fit Gary’s cock between my tits, and started jacking him with a nice, regular stroke. I wiggled my tits around his engorged cock and smiled. Gary was beyond doing anything but trying to breathe which was obviously a struggle for him. He lifted his hips, trying to fuck my breasts. He was close, very close. I laughed, throatily encouraging him.



“Come,” I cooed.



“I will. I promised.”



“No,” I said. “Come.”



Ahhh, the dawning realization in his eyes as he understood my invitation was so wickedly delicious.



“Come?” he asked.



“Yes, come; on my tits.”



I bent my head so I could see his purple, bloated helmet pushing through, appearing and then disappearing within my breasts. It surfaced again and I quickly blew hot breath on it.



“Oh, my God. Mom!” Gary gasped, his legs straining, going rigid.



I choked back a laugh of exhilaration. It was such a thrill to make him feel this way, this young man, my son, with his strong, young cock. I blew again, and again, and again. His legs repeatedly tensed with superhuman effort to thrust his pole through my tits.



“Come,” I urged.



He was beyond answering. He could barely breathe.



“Come,” I pleaded, wanting to feel his spunk splatter all over my breasts, a debasement I had never experienced before and would have rejected with disgust if asked, but not now.



The first spurt surprised me. I was expecting it on my tits, but Gary’s cock released its treasure when it poked through them, lobbing a thick string of white goo onto my chin and across my lips. The second sprayed my neck and the underside of my jaw. The third came when he poked through again, onto my face.



I couldn’t believe it. I pulled away as Gary’s hips lurched, spasmodically dispensing the rest of his spunk. I stood, and stumbled back, turned, and ran up the stairs, needing to get clean, suddenly not wanting my son to see me shamed like that.



In the bathroom, I turned on the water and bent over to immerse myself in its cleansing stream but, at the last second, raised my head and looked at myself in the mirror. Gary’s thick, sticky goo was strewn across my face and neck and was dripping onto my breasts. I laughed at my reflection.



“You wanton little bitch,” I scolded myself, a crooked smile twisting my face.



Gary knocked on the bedroom door while I was washing myself.



“Mom? Mom?”



I didn’t answer, and he went away. I followed a few minutes later and heard him beating himself to climax again, crying out my name. This time, the door had been left wide open but Gary didn’t see me. His back was to me as he lay on his bed, hand dangling in front of himself out of my sight, moving rapidly in concert with his flexing buttocks. I loved their strength and didn’t leave until they went rigid, tightly clenched until he had dispensed his second load.



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I didn’t take Gary to the mall until it was almost closing time. I led him straight to the lingerie store. The young woman recognized me; I guess I had made a bit of an impression. I was amused because I could read the assumption behind the look on her face, the calculation that explained my inexplicable rush to buy a negligee on my last visit. Gary looked much more like his father than me and I could see her comprehension mixed with surprise that I would bring my young lover into the store. However, she was a quick study and moved to meet us at the negligee section before I actually turned that way.



She was more attractive than I remembered and I patted myself on the back for the choice of coming here. If this young beauty couldn’t pull Gary away from me, nobody could. I set about getting her involved as directly and quickly as I could.



“I’m so glad you’re still open,” I gushed.



“We’re about to close,” she replied, indicating the partly closed sliding glass doors across the front of the store.



“Oh no,” I cried. “I have an emergency. I simply must get a few things,” I said, making a point of ignoring Gary but somehow managing to convey how central he was to my ‘emergency’.



The girl smiled sympathetically.



“Couldn’t you stay open for just a few more minutes?” I pleaded.



She was hesitant but succumbed to my desperation.



“Well,” she said, looking at the expensive underwear I had picked up, “why don’t you take those into the back so nobody can see you in the store while I close up. “



“Thank you. Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver. Come with me, Gary,” I said, taking him into tow.



I found a fitting room in the back and started removing my dress, leaving the door open. Gary watched, obviously believing we were to be left alone and rightfully thinking I wouldn’t mind. I think he was truly surprised several minutes later when I turned around and addressed the girl. He clearly didn’t realize she had been there watching him watch me for a full minute before I spoke.



“What do you think?”



“I think it would look better in blue,” she replied honestly.



I agreed with her assessment. This girl wasn’t just interested in a sale, she was out to get a satisfied customer that would return time and again. She held up the same outfit I had taken but in midnight blue.



“Thank you,” I smiled appreciatively, leaning past Gary to take the garments. “No, don’t go. I need your opinion.”



I glanced at Gary in disdain, acknowledging our mutual understanding of male limits regarding clothes. I started removing the first negligee, then paused.



“I should know your name if I’m going to undress in front of you.”



“Maria, and you’re?”



“Joan.”



“And?” Maria looked at Gary.



Gary was tongue-tied. “Gary,” I answered for him.



Maria smiled. “I’m here to help, Gary. There’s no pressure on you.”



I removed the negligee, leaving my own panties which I had kept on. I put on the blue ones, but removed my bra. I felt self-conscious about my breasts in front of this young woman but only for a moment. Gary’s eyes showed me how attractive my older, not-as-firm-as-they-once-were breasts, still were. They might be less firm but they still retained their shape and my nipples were, if anything, more prominent than they were when set upon their younger selves, and easily showed through the material of the negligee.



It was my turn to be surprised when I caught a glimmer of interest in Maria’s eyes. Perhaps there was more than a sales interest in this young woman. I seized upon the discovery, immediately realizing its potential to help me quickly attain my goal of getting Gary interested in a younger woman, and having her return his interest.



“That looks great on you,” Maria commented.



“Do you think so?” I asked, twisting back and forth, examining myself in the mirror. “It’s hard to tell with my own on underneath.”



“You can take them off,” Maria suggested.



“Really? Can you still sell them if I do?”



“Oh no, but we can use them as demos for the floor only.”



“That’s wonderful,” I said, immediately taking her up on the suggestion before she changed her mind, slipping both sets of panties down my legs. I turned my bottom toward both of them as I bent over, taking my time to daintily step out of the panties, separating them, and pulling the new ones back on as I let the others drop. A weird feeling came over me. I had never undressed completely in front of a woman before.



“What do you think?” I asked, preening in front of Gary and Maria.



“Wonderful,” Maria replied.



“Great, M…”



I cut Gary off before he could reveal our relationship. Not yet, anyway.



“Gary doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” I explained to Maria, “unless he can make a comparison.”



Maria smiled and nodded.



“Do you think you could help?”



“Please?” Maria sought further explanation.



“Can you help him compare?”



“I don’t… “



“What are you wearing?”



“Oh, I see. Um, nothing fancy, just my regular stuff.”



“I bet it’s not just regular, working in a store like this. Would you mind? Just for a comparison?”



Maria shrugged, then reached behind herself to undo her dress. She fumbled with it, which surprised me, working with clothes like she did. She turned her back to me, seeking help, but I turned her toward Gary.



“Help her with her dress, honey.”



Gary managed to undo the zipper and Maria actually blushed, her eyes fluttering closed. She was a real cutie. This was so much fun!



The dress hung loosely on Maria for a moment, then she shrugged and it fell to the floor. Gosh, she was built. Her breasts belied her slight frame and her slightly darker skin was beautifully textured, almost outshining the black bra and panties. They were a nice set, obviously from this store. Maria looked up, opening her eyes and standing demurely in front of me. We both acted as if Gary wasn’t there.



“Come closer,” I beckoned, “so he can see.”



Maria stepped closer to me.



“Closer,” I whispered.



Maria obeyed, until we were standing breast to breast, only an inch apart.



“What do you think, Gary?” I asked, looking over Maria’s shoulder, my eyes shushing him.



After a few seconds of silence, I made a suggestion, “Perhaps if he could just concentrate on the panties? They’re his favorite part.”



Without waiting for an answer, I pulled the negligee off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I was standing naked in front of this girl, this stranger, except for my panties. I felt suddenly exposed.



Maria hesitated, then slowly reached behind herself and released her bra. She shrugged it onto her forearms and bent to let it fall off and onto the floor on top of the negligee.



“What do you think, Gary?” she asked.



“Closer,” I urged.



Maria complied. Our breasts touched, electrically, nipples grazing one another. Gary’s breathing became noticeable and I smiled, my lips only millimeters from Maria’s.



“He looking down there,” I told Maria, barely loud enough for her to hear. Maria nodded. “Come closer,” I whispered, tightening my buttocks and pushing my mound forward.



Maria didn’t comply but she stood her ground. Our nipples grazed past each and our breasts mashed together, then our panties met, rustling, mound to mound. Gary groaned. The heat from Maria’s steamy mound almost made me swoon as our private parts sought each other, pressing, seeking alignment, then finding it as our grooves fit together, perfectly. My lips nibbled hers as I initiated our first kiss.



A key rattled in the door.



“Oh, my God. It’s the manager!” Maria cried, pulling back.



I grabbed my dress from the hook and Maria stooped to pick up hers.



“Quick,” she urged. “Go out the back.”



We stumbled to the back of the store, both struggling to get out dresses on, Maria’s face frantic except for when she looked at Gary, at his groin, and the large lump there.



“Let me help you,” I gasped, pulling up her zipper.



“No, no,” Maria cried, coming to her senses. “Go, you must go!”



Gary and rushed through the door. It closed quickly, but quietly. That girl was on the ball. Gary and I were outside, behind the mall. I turned my back to him. “Zip me up,” I spoke calmly.



We walked around the mall to the car and were almost there when I caught Vanessa from the corner of my eye about to get into her car. I didn’t slow my pace but turned my head to look at her. She held my gaze, responding with the look of a woman who had a secret. It was a triumphant look.



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John was home when we got back to the house. He offered to take us all out for dinner but settled for order-in. Gary went directly to his room.



“A setback?” John asked.



“No. Well, maybe. I’ll have to see,” I said.



“Well, we shouldn’t be having any more problems from that Billy kid.”



“Oh? You talked to Vanessa?” The image of Vanessa’s superior smile flooded back into my consciousness.



“Yes,” John replied.



“Then everything is settled?”



“Not quite. It’s a work in progress, you might say.”



I wasn’t happy with his answer but it explained Vanessa’s haughty expression, a look I hadn’t experienced since John’s mother passed away. That crooked smile meant only one thing to me: Vanessa was having, or at least initiating, an affair with my husband. Was she doing it to protect her son, to stop John from going to the authorities, or was she just doing it because she could? Had it actually been consummated, or would Vanessa be satisfied in the knowledge that she could have my man anytime she wanted?



I was surprised that I cared at this point but I did. I wanted my husband but I didn’t have time to fight for him now. Not at this moment, anyway.



“Can we talk about it later? I’ve got to be with Gary. It was hard for him out there today.”



“There’s no need to talk,” John said. “I’ll order in.”



Now I definitely knew there was a problem. I turned to go upstairs and almost stopped but managed to keep walking, though more slowly, up the stairs. The comforter was folded neatly and piled on the couch. I hadn’t done that and certainly Gary wouldn’t have folded it. We must have left it spread on the floor in front of the couch. I pressed on.



Gary was surprised by my entry. He sat up in bed, where he had been lying in his underwear, his hands covering his obvious erection. Leaving the door open, I went and stood close to him to help hide his indiscretion in case John followed me upstairs. From the size of his erection, I’m sure Gary was reliving the scene in the store.



“You didn’t let me know if you liked the new negligee.”



Gary looked up at me with a dumb expression on his face.



“I guess we were in a pretty big hurry to leave,” I smiled.



Gary nodded.



“So maybe you can tell me now, before our dinner arrives.”



My hands, which had been hanging by my sides, began sliding my dress up. Gary’s eyes widened and he looked around me to his open door and the hallway beyond. His father was out there somewhere he knew, but upstairs or downstairs?



I didn’t tell him. My hands rose further, raising the hem slowly, each inch further impairing Gary’s breathing, until it was apparent that I was still wearing the blue negligee. Gary’s eyes were riveted on my legs, or more accurately, on the shiny blue negligee now being gathered with my dress as it continued its journey up my legs. I kept pulling and knew the instant the blue panties appeared by the loud gasp Gary released.



“From now on, I want you to take me anywhere I want to go, shopping, hiking, swimming, biking, anywhere.”



Gary mumbled something.



“I can’t hear you.”



“Yes, mother.”



“You promise?”



“Yes, mother.”



“Good.”



I placed my right foot a half-step to the side, parting my legs. Gary stared but didn’t do anything. I swayed my hips, bringing the blue panties closer to him.



“Do they look nice?” I asked.



“Yes,” he croaked.



“Do they smell nice?’



Gary looked up but quickly looked back down. I put my hand on top of his head but didn’t direct him in any way. He leaned forward an inch, and breathed in, deep.



It was an outrageous request. Gary didn’t need any further motivation to go outside. I knew he would follow me to the mall just to see Maria again, that I could slowly disentangle myself, leaving them alone, with each other. Maybe that’s why I was doing this, because I was afraid of losing my son completely. I needed to give him a little more to make sure he never left me for good.



The phone rang. I heard John answer it but he didn’t call out. It was for him, which was strange because he hardly ever received calls at home. His voice lowered and then I could barely hear him but not enough to hear what was being said. Was it Vanessa?



Gary breathed in again, a long, very deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He had closed his eyes.



I looked over my shoulder, down the hall. I still couldn’t hear what John was saying. I looked at my hand, still resting on top of Gary’s head. I pulled, urging it forward.



“Do they taste good?” I whispered, my voice trembling.



Gary’s head tipped forward until his nose pressed into my blue puffiness, then straightened a little as he thrust his chin forward. I felt his hand sliding up between my thighs. My own breathing became as ragged as his. Something warm and wet graced my mound, his tongue.



My knees buckled and I lurched forward. Gary’s free arm circled around my waist and the hand between my legs rose up to take some of my weight but his mouth, his mouth remained latched on the blue, silk panties. Gary’s tongue dug into the furrow between my lips as his mouth surrounded me, chewing. I fell further forward, losing my balance, but Gary’s hand no longer held me up, it was exploring, seeking, squiggling inside the panties. He was leaning back, across the bed, slowing my fall, his encircling arm keeping me from sliding off, holding me in place, on his mouth.



We collapsed with a silent bang, the bedsprings the only announcement of the illegal coupling of his mouth and my pussy. I hadn’t even tried to break my fall. The panties were being dragged down by Gary’s hand, its fingers hooked through the bottom. His mouth made contact with my bareness and his tongue immediately snaked into my cunt.



I was holding his ears though I couldn’t remember grabbing them. I pulled, trying to get his tongue further inside me, directing it, churning my hips over his face.



“Eat it!” I raged.



“Unnghhh,” I cried as his thick fingers shoved into me.



I humped his face, unconcerned for his comfort and no longer worried about my husband. I tried to tell Gary what to do but it came out garbled. I had lost it, lost all control. I ravaged his face, coming already, unbelievably, coming already. I turned my face into the bed and bit the covers, filling my face, muffling my orgasm, legs spastically jerking off the other side of the bed. I was done, relaxing, flooding with relief. I got up on my knees, worked my way back and then stood up, fitted the panties around my sex and smoothed the dress down over my legs.



“Dinner will be here soon,” I said, as if that’s what I’d come upstairs to say.



The doorbell rang.



“It’s here. Don’t be long.” I looked down at Gary, still sitting in his swollen underwear. “I’ll take care of that later.”



I turned and left. The self-recriminations started before I even reached the stairs. I had lost control, but worse, there hadn’t even been a struggle. I had no excuse and could no longer cover my actions with illusions of helping my son.



I wanted him. That was the cold, harsh reality. If his cock hadn’t been trapped inside his underwear, I might have forced myself upon it. The very thought of his youthful pole squeezing inside me made my legs weaken with desire, sending me sideways into the wall.



Get hold of yourself!



I had to recover, to refocus on my goal. Get Gary out of the house. Check. Get him acquainted with a girl. Check. Get him involved with said girl. In progress. What had happened wasn’t a disaster. In fact it was a stroke of good fortune for it afforded me the excuse to show Gary just how exquisite a woman’s attention can be. I owed him for what he had done in the bedroom and I would show him, then explain how I couldn’t go further because I was his mother. He would have to understand that. However, Maria could and I would offer to invite her over to get things started. I straightened up and moved forward with a new sense of purpose. I had a plan and the will to put it into effect.

The doorbell rang again.



“I’ve got to go. Yes, tomorrow. Okay. Really, I have to go.”



John had been on the phone all this time? The hair rose on the back of my neck. I had intended to deal with Gary tonight and then turn my attention to my husband tomorrow but it sounded like I had better start with John sooner rather than later. Gary would have to wait until tomorrow.



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I feigned weariness and escaped to my bedroom much earlier than usual. There, I made a few minor preparations: placing a picture of John’s mother on my bedside table, putting on a little makeup so I would look like she did at my age, and dressing in one of her full-length, thin flannel nightgowns that I retrieved from a box in the attic. I was pleased with its low cut neckline. I had never seen her wear anything like it, only the ones that came right up to her neck, yet there were piles more like this in her things. I waited. About an hour later, I heard John’s footsteps approaching and was exiting the bathroom with the light behind me just as he entered the room.



The additional attention he paid me was obvious though I doubt John was aware of it or that he would know why if he was. I managed to draw his attention to my body with an ease that was surprising given his lack of interest for the past year or more. I knew when I crawled under the covers that his meeting with Vanessa was far from his mind and I was glad that John turned out the light quickly so I could hide the triumphant smile that couldn’t be stricken from my face. John’s hands quickly sought me out, tentatively at first but when they weren’t rebuffed he nestled in behind me. He was excited, very excited.



“I’m tired, John,” I complained but rubbed my bottom against his stiffness despite my words.



He nibbled my neck, something I loved. I wondered if his mother liked it too? John’s hand rubbed over my hip, pulling me back more firmly against his hard cock. Did she like it like that, from behind? We hardly ever did it that way, just the few times we’d both been drinking heavily at parties. I pushed back and wiggled my bum.



“I’m so tired, John.” I paused, to let the disappointing feeling of rejection sink in, then continued, “Too tired to help you much.”



I lifted my bottom up and let it settle onto his throbbing hardness, then turned my face into the pillow. John’s hands immediately started dragging the long nightgown up my legs. His breathing was already harsh and became positively ragged as he pushed the hem up and over my buttocks. His cock quickly followed, stabbing aimlessly. I groaned and twisted my hips toward the bed, away from his probing organ but opened my legs. He leaned over me, nestling between my legs and pushing them farther apart as his cock probed my pussy. I was surprised how wet I was. I moaned and John shoved himself inside me, his hands encircling my waist and then slipping up inside the bodice of the nightgown to grasp my tits.



“Oh God, it’s been so long,” he whispered, starting to fuck me.



Yes, it has, I thought but then his words jarred me. What did he mean by so long? Since he’d been with me, or his mother?



John was up to full speed already, slamming his cock in and jerking it out, showing no finesse or sense of control. His hands squeezed my tits roughly as he banged about on my ass, huffing and puffing with the effort. I cocked my hips and shoved my ass up off the bed, following him on the out-stroke, moaning loudly to show him how much I loved it. And I did! I was so wet, the sound of his cock squelching in my pussy filled the bedroom, even though we were still covered. The words just popped out of my mouth.



“Fuck it, fuck it!”



“I am, I will,” John cried, increasing his effort.



I pushed my ass higher and felt him rise up to position himself above me. His feet were beside my knees and his hands slipped from my tits to grip my waist, holding me as he sunk his shaft in deep, kept me still as he pulled out and banged back inside, expelling his breath, then again and again and again. I hung my head and propped it against the pillow, bracing myself for the onslaught, meeting each thrust with a welcoming parry of my own.



It seemed like John fucked me like that for hours but the intensity was deceiving; it was over in just a few minutes. John pulled out and dragged the nightgown down to cover my ass. I reached back to tug it down to my knees and when I stretched my legs John pulled the nightgown down to my ankles. I kept my face hidden in the pillow as he arranged the covers over me. John went into the bathroom to clean himself but when he returned I remained hidden in the pillow as if we had done something illicit. We went to sleep without uttering a word to each other.



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“Gary. Gary, are you out here?”



No answer. I closed the back door and searched the house again. He was gone. I called his phone but heard it ringing in his room. Panic visited me again. I ran downstairs just as the door opened and Gary came in.



“Gary!” I cried. “Where have you been?”



“At the mall,” he answered nonchalantly. “I had a coffee with Maria.”



“You had a coffee with Maria?” I repeated, dumbfounded.



“Yeah.”



“Oh. Are you hungry?” I asked, still disconcerted. “I’ll make you something.”



“No. I had a scone.”



“Oh.” I looked around the living room, spotted the comforter still folded up on the couch, then looked down at my skirt and blouse.



“Why don’t you spread the comforter then and I’ll get changed.”



“You don’t need to get changed.”



“You don’t want me to get changed?’



I was perplexed. What was happening? Why didn’t Gary want to see me in the revealing body stocking? Jealousy flooded inexplicably through me. Of course. He had just seen Maria. So it had happened that fast? He had given me over so quickly for that little bit of fluff?



I had reached my goal but felt little exultation that it had been achieved. I knew Gary would lose interest in me but hadn’t expected it to hit me like a train or to be thrown off a cliff. I moved quickly to the couch, pulled the comforter off and spread it out on the rug. The doll tumbled out. It was naked. I stared at it. John must have found it and placed it within the folded comforter. I was still fixated on it when Gary sat down. I swung my gaze toward him.



“You don’t want me to change?” I asked again.



Gary shook his head and held his hand out, toward the doll. I picked it up and handed it to him. Gary took the doll but held onto my hand, pulling me toward him and down. I knelt before him. Gary laid the doll on his lap, face down. I looked at it, confused, my mind a muddle, then slowly came to grips with the message he was sending. Of course, last night, I had said, “I’ll take care of that later.” But there was no need. Gary was up and about on his own initiative. I didn’t need to do this. I shouldn’t do it, and I should tell him it was out of the question. I picked up the doll, and tossed it onto the couch. Gary smiled, and waited for my next move.



My hand returned to his lap, found the waistband of his shorts, and gripped it. My other hand found his zipper and pulled it down. I stopped.



“Take it out, Mother.”



I was shocked by his confidence and the commanding tone of his voice but I followed his instructions without question, pulling his underwear down with one hand and lifting his wonderfully virile cock with the other. I waited for further instructions but none came. I pulled my hand up, then pushed it down, up and then down, the growing stiffness of the meat in its grasp sending a thrill up my arm and into my brain. It had become hard so quickly, and grown so large.



When I reached a steady rhythm, Gary leaned forward and grasped my blouse above the top button. I pushed his cock toward him to give him room to unbutton my blouse but he surprised me, yanking his hands down and out, ripping my blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere and I gasped, yanking back on his cock but holding onto it to keep myself upright. Gary laughed, and reached for my tits. He squeezed them for a minute or two, roughly like John had the night before, but soon released them.



His hands found a new home, on my head. Gently but firmly, he tipped it forward until my mouth was hovering over his cock. Gary kept applying pressure until his tip dipped into my mouth on each upward jack. I could have stopped it by simply stilling my hand, but I didn’t. I kept jacking him off and he kept pushing my mouth further and further onto his hard cock. Soon it was slick with my saliva which I produced more of the further he pulled my head onto his cock.



Each time Gary pulled my mouth far down his shaft, he held me there for a few seconds before allowing me to pull off. Eventually, it was all I could do to gulp in some air before he pulled me onto his pole again, holding me down until my head shook with the need for oxygen. My head popped off with a wet, sucking inhalation and air rushed into my lungs through my mouth which drooled all over my son’s eager cock. Then came the drop, as far down as I could manage. Eventually I reached his root and Gary held me down longer, groaning, a sound I loved so much I twisted my head about, rubbing my lips in his pubic hair. He was using me, and I loved it!



There was no warning when he came. When his cock erupted, I had him fully inside my mouth, and his seed spilled like a flow of lava that couldn’t be contained. I tried to swallow it all but some dripped out, squeezing past my lips and running down his shaft. Gary loosened his hold so he could sink back into the couch but I leaned forward, following his cock, licking it, sucking the tip, licking the shaft, kissing the tip. I wasn’t ready for it to end.



Gary got up after that and made himself something to eat despite telling me he wasn’t hungry. I went upstairs to change my blouse. The rest of the day, Gary ignored me. By early afternoon, I was strutting around, trying to draw his attention to me. In desperation, I unbuttoned my blouse and literally hung my tits in front of him as he watched TV.



Gary looked at my tits, then up into my eyes. He stood and turned me around, sitting me down on the comforter with my back to the couch. Grabbing a couple of pillows, he stuffed them behind me. He undid his shorts and pulled his cock out which was already unlimbering to its full length. I felt triumphant, soaking in the thrill of confirmation, the satisfaction of making him hard. Gary grabbed my feet and pulled me down until my head was propped against the edge of the couch.



“No, Gary. You can’t. We can’t actually do it.”



But he wasn’t spreading my legs, or trying to lift my skirt. Gary straddled me and waddled past my knees until his cock was in front of my face. I understood then and, despite my need to deny him, felt disappointment. I grabbed his cock and started jacking it but he batted my hands away. I tried again with the same result. Finally, I leaned forward and took his tip into my mouth. He smiled and nodded.



Slowly, Gary began fucking my mouth, casually flexing his hips, each time shoving more and more of his meat into my face. Whenever I tried to exert some control by taking him in hand, he batted my hand away. Finally, he grabbed both hands and firmly planted them on either side of me along the front edge of the couch. Even when I let them fall to the floor, Gary replaced my hands on the couch. So I lay there, arms stretched out wide beside me, as my son fucked my face.



He took much longer to come the second time but released less spunk and was careful to get it all inside my mouth, leaving no mess to clean up on my face. He grasped my hair and gently turned my face up to look at him. His other hand reached down and quickly snaked up my skirt. Grazing his fingers over the gusset of my panties, he told me how he understood that I couldn’t bring myself to be with him that way.



“I know you can’t, Mom. I guess I’ll just have to lose my virginity with Maria when I’m ready.”



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I had more sex in the next week than at any other time in my life. During the day I sucked Gary or had my face fucked at least twice, and sometimes more. I was flabbergasted by how much I liked having his cock in my mouth. I had never enjoyed going down on a man, even John, but the feel of Gary’s shaft sliding through my lips made me wet. Go figure. On the down side, Gary never put his mouth on me again. He did finger me after coming every time, playing with my cunt longer each time, but always leaving me hanging.



At night, I was so horny I was ready to rape John. I dug every sexy nightgown out of the attic that his mother had owned. It was a ritual after supper for me to go upstairs, put on a nightgown but no panties, apply old style makeup and wait in bed for my husband to fuck me, or rather, the memory of his mother. John always did me from behind, clambering aboard, straddling my thighs and rocking his cock in and out until we both came, literally out of breath. Each time, I hid my face as he gently rearranged my nightgown, and not a word was spoken.



Gary started fingering me at various times during the day, usually catching me by surprise. Unable to predict when he would ‘attack’, I always wore a skirt or a dress and never wore panties. The downer was that he never took me all the way. He always left me hanging but that didn’t stop me from opening my legs the second I felt his hands slithering up my skirt, and I squirmed on his fingers all the more frantically.



He liked to fuck my face while I was sitting up in bed. He had made up a couple of small ropes with wide loops at each end, one end of which he would loop over the headboard posts and the other around my hands. It didn’t make sense because they were so loose I could slip my hands out at any time but I never did. I dutifully kept my hands in place until he was finished and often stayed like that long after he was gone.



I didn’t even try to free myself when Gary started undressing me completely, not even when he spread my legs and pressed his knee against my sex while he shoved his cock in and out of my mouth. One day, he didn’t put his cock in my mouth but instead kissed and licked my tits and sucked my nipples in so hard I almost came twice. He rubbed his cock all over me and once hovered over my pussy and blew his hot breath on it.



“Let go,” he whispered. “Free yourself.”



I thought about what Gary said and wondered why he liked to tie me up in ropes that couldn’t possibly hold me. I think I knew why. He had imprisoned himself in his room. Only he kept himself there, and only he could free himself. Oh, maybe he couldn’t have done it without my help but it wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t wanted it to and only he could keep himself free. He was trying to show me that I was living in my own prison and, in his own way, he was trying to show me the way out.



Gary left early every morning now but was home before lunch for the first facefuck of the day. One such morning, after he had finished, he leaned close to me and whispered, “Maria’s going to be ready for me soon.”



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Maria’s going to be ready for him soon, or, more to the point, he was going to be ready for her. I had won! My plan had worked and all the sacrifice, no matter how taboo, no matter how forbidden, no matter how wrong, it had been worth it. And but for the suspicions of a few—Sandra, whom I could trust and Vanessa whom I could deal with—no one was the wiser.



Except maybe John. Perhaps he didn’t really know how far I had gone, despite finding the doll and the comforter spread out on the living room floor, or maybe he was wilfully blind. Once, I would have believed in his naivety but no more. Not after finding out about his visits to Vanessa who was so much like his mother, or experiencing his passion when I put on old fashioned makeup and dressed in his mother’s night clothes. No, I was sure John knew, and he had warned me.



Gary was going to lose his virginity soon, maybe as early as tomorrow. He was going to give it to the girl I had introduced him to, after all I had done for him. He was going to give it to her, and now I wanted it!



I looked at my watch. The mall was closing soon so I grabbed my purse and ran out the door. I would deal with Maria once and for all.



The route to the mall was a blur. Luckily I encountered no pedestrians or cyclists. I roared into the lot and parked in front of the doors, in a handicapped space. Slamming the car door, I rushed inside. The sliding storefront was already pulled almost closed. I walked toward them, past the few straggling shoppers remaining in the mall. A girl exited the lingerie store. It wasn’t Maria but she was wearing a name tag. I remembered seeing her before. She worked there too so maybe Maria wasn’t working today. I hurried to ask her if Maria was working tomorrow. I expected her to turn around to pull the door shut but she just walked away. I was in luck, someone was still inside. The manager, or Maria?



I slipped through the door. Maria entered from the backroom, saw me and smiled. I walked purposely toward her.



“Hello,” she greeted me cheerfully. “It’s so nice to see you. I was hoping to see you and your friend again. It’s been so long I thought you weren’t coming back.”



I was taken aback by her words. She hadn’t seen us? She meant me, she couldn’t mean Gary. He’d been coming here every morning for weeks now.



“I’ll just lock up. Why don’t you grab something and take it out back. I’ll be right with you.”



Maria walked past me toward the door. I half turned to watch her as she went by. She seemed genuinely pleased to see me, and surprised too.



“You didn’t bring your friend with you?”



“No,” I replied.



“That’s okay. Men don’t know anything about clothes, anyway.”



I walked into the back room and stood at the entrance to the fitting room. I dropped my purse on the seat and turned to wait for Maria. I hadn’t picked up anything to try on since I still thought we were about to have a confrontation. I was sure that Maria had made the suggestion to get me out of the front part of the store, but I was wrong. She appeared in the doorway holding a dainty, sexy red negligee.



“You forgot to get something so I picked one out that should look gorgeous on you.”



Maria walked toward me, the negligee dangling from her hand. I started to speak, to accuse her of seducing my son but for some reason held my tongue. Maria hung the negligee on the hook on the inside of the open fitting room door.



“Here, let me help you,” she said, starting to unbutton my blouse.



I can’t explain why I didn’t react. I stood there while this young woman whom I had only met twice removed my blouse, tugging the ends out of my skirt to do the bottom two buttons, and peeling it down my arms. She put the blouse on a hanger and hung it behind me on a separate hook on the fitting room wall. As she reached past me, I noted how pretty her perfume was and that she seemed to pause so I could take the time to smell it. Maria stepped back but remained close so she could reach around me to undo my bra. Our chests touched.



“Gary hasn’t been in… to buy me anything?” I asked.



“Gary? Oh, your friend? No, he hasn’t. I’m sure he meant to but they forget, don’t they?”



The bra was loose and Maria was pulling it around to the front, dragging it off my shoulders and down my arms. I straightened them and held them in front of myself to make it easier to take off but kept my arms together, hiding my breasts and especially my nipples which were stiffening despite my self-conscious pleas. Maria draped the bra over my purse on the seat.



“So he hasn’t been in?”



“I haven’t seen him,” Maria said. “Let’s get this skirt off, shall we?”

She loosened the skirt and knelt down as she pushed it over my hips and let it fall slowly down my legs, tracing a path down the outside of each one with her thumbs as she held the skirt. I stepped out of it and Maria stood, picked up a hanger with built-in pegs and hung the skirt neatly on the hook holding my blouse.



She turned back, looked me up and down, and asked, “Would you like to compare it to the one I’m wearing, like last time?”



Maria didn’t wait for an answer. She reached behind herself and unzipped her dress. I was falling from her shoulders by the time my brain registered what she was doing.



“I’m not… uh, I’m not…”



Maria wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts, tanned and beautiful, sprang off her chest with youthful enthusiasm. Unlike my own which, though great for my age still sagged a little, they were firm and supple. Maria swayed toward me and grasped my hands in hers. If she thought I was going escape, she was wrong. My feet were as fixed to the floor as my eyes were fixated on her breasts.



“I like yours better,” she said.



“I’m not, I’m not, uh…” I stammered.



“Neither am I,” Maria whispered, her fingers loosening around my hands and sliding up my arms.



My eyes flickered to her face. Maria was staring at my breasts as her fingers tickled up my arms, her lips quivering in concert with my vibrating nipples. Her fingertips rounded my shoulders and traced a line along the ridge into the hollow of my neck, circled several times, then trailed down to the upper swelling of my breasts. She was so confident, so in control.



“Maria,” I whispered, my mouth dry and voice hoarse. “Really, I’m not a lesbian.”



“Neither am I,” she whispered, “but you’re so beautiful.”



The tip of Maria’s index fingers collided with my nipples and pushed, bending them over, and holding them like that.



“I love your nipples. They’re so…there!”



“Yours will be too, in time.”



“Yours weren’t always so…”



“Prominent?”



“Yes.”



“No, but my breasts weren’t so soft, either. They used to be firm like yours. As you get older, they’ll soften up and lose some of their mass which will make your nipples stand out more.”



“Are they more sensitive?”



“I think so.” I sucked in my breath as Maria pushed her fingertips past, allowing my nipples to snap erect. “I can’t remember for sure.”



“I wish mine were like yours.”



I gasped as Maria pinched my nipples between thumbs and forefingers, holding them gently.



“And I yours,” I whispered, reaching up to cup her firmer breasts.



We stood there, caressing each other’s breasts, eyes alternating between tits and face, breaths shortening and coming more quickly.



“If we’re not, you know, then why are we doing this?” I asked.



“I don’t know,” Maria asked. “Who cares? No one’s watching.”



A streak of fear suddenly ran through me.



“Your manager, he’s not…”



“No.” Maria corrected me, “She’s at her other store.”



I relaxed and my pelvis contacted Maria’s. She pushed back, melding our panties.



“Mmmmm, this is nice,” Maria said. “Why can’t men be like this?”



“I don’t know,” I replied, gently twisting to the left and back, pressing my panties more firmly into Maria’s.



We rocked together like that for a couple of minutes, neither letting go of the other’s nipples, in limbo except that our pussies pressed together more firmly and actually rubbed against each other.



“Can I kiss you?” Maria asked, leaning toward me, already knowing the answer.



“I…”



Her mouth was on mine. Her tongue didn’t follow. It was longer than I expected and surprisingly nice. I liked it.



Maria pulled back but only half an inch. Her lips brushed over mine teasingly, then slipped around to my cheek and up to my ear lobe, nibbled it, then dropped onto my neck where the tip of her tongue appeared, trailing slickly out to the edge of my shoulder. She returned to nibble my face around the edge of my lips.



“Does your husband know about your young man?”



“He knows who he is,” I responded truthfully.



“That’s not what I asked.”



“I know.”



“That’s quite a coup, bagging someone so young, but looking at you, feeling you, I can understand why he’s attracted to you.”



“Am I more interesting because I have a young man?”



I nibbled on Maria’s face as she paused to consider my question.



“I don’t know. Yes, I think it does.”



Maria resumed her caresses. We were now trading kisses and nibbles, each still working the other’s nipples.



“You’re not much older than Gary,” I whispered, rubbing my panties across hers.



“I’m not attracted to younger men,” she laughed.



“But you are to older women?”



“Not until now.”



“You don’t know the half of it,” I said, immediately regretting my loose tongue.



“You avoided my question. Does your husband know about Gary?”



“I’m not sure. I think maybe he does,” I answered truthfully.



“Is that the half of it?”



Maria released my nipples and let her hands circle around my waist, down my back, and onto my ass. I followed suit.



“No.”



“There’s more?”



“Yes.”



I replied thickly. Maria had slipped her hand around and pushed it between us, cupping my pussy. I did the same and was pleased when she gasped in response. We each rubbed the front of the other’s panties, found each other’s grooves, and explored gently.



Maria sighed. “You’re so wicked. Did you let him find out on purpose?”



“No. I really don’t know if he knows for sure but I suspect he does.”



“Tell me more you wicked bitch.”



“Ungghhh,” I moaned. Maria had raised her hand up above my panties, slipped her fingers inside, and pushed them down, skidding in perfect alignment through my slick groove.



“Tell me,” she rasped, curling the tip of her finger inward, probing my entrance, and pushing inside.



It had to be her long finger because it reached deep. I was about to speak, to reveal my secret, when Maria’s tongue filled my mouth. It was an exquisite kiss, my very first with a woman. By the time it ended, my back was to the wall but Maria’s body had followed mine, and my finger was inside her. Hers had become thicker and I realized that sometime during the kiss, Maria had slipped another finger inside me.



“Show me how wicked you are,” she urged.



Her fingers pushed and twisted as Maria lowered her mouth to my breast and sucked my nipple deep into her mouth.



“Oh God,” I cried.



“Tell me,” Maria hissed. “I know there’s something more. Tell me.” Her mouth latched onto my tit again and sucked hard while her fingers pushed in so deep my pelvis lifted and my hips bucked toward her.



“He’s my son,” I cried. “Gary is my son!”



Maria lifted her head, and stared at me, mouth open.



“He’s my son,” I whimpered, shame overwhelming me despite the conviction that what I was doing was right. An obscure part of my brain noted how deep must run the courage of the righteous.



Maria’s head shook slowly from side to side, unbelieving.



“I had to,” I wailed. “He needed me.”



“You had sex with him?” Maria was incredulous.



“Not yet.”



Her mouth was on me, her fingers slipped out and her hand curled around my waist, pulling me tight. The kiss was urgent, yearning, until Maria abruptly pulled away.



“But you’re going to, right? You will let him, won’t you?”



Her eyes were feverish, demanding. I nodded hesitantly. “Maybe.”



“You must! And you’ll tell me when you do, right?”



“Yes.” I don’t know why I committed to do that. At the moment, it was important for Maria to know that I would.



“Good.”



Maria tugged my panties over my hips and pushed them onto my thighs. I thought she would kneel then to pull them further like she had with my skirt but instead she pushed her own panties down. Quickly, she pressed into me, our bare pussies mashing together.



“Please do let him fuck you. That would be so cool, so fucking awesome.”



Maria pulled on my waist, yanking me hard onto her pussy, as if she was fucking me.



“God, you’re so hot. If I had a son, I’d fuck him too.”



“Shut up,” I cried, encircling her waist and pulling her pussy onto mine.



Maria moved her hands around and grabbed my nipples again. Her mouth found mine and we kissed, tongues moving back and forth, slipping around each other, entwining, while our hips bucked together. Our bodies writhed, moving frantically, two women, neither a lesbian, making love, or at least fucking each other.



When it was over and we were sitting on the floor where we had collapsed, limbs entwined, hugging and nuzzling one another, Maria spoke first.



“You’re an amazing woman.”



“No, I’m not.”



“Yes, you are. You have the courage to love your son, because he needs you. How many women could do that?”



Laughing, I said, “I don’t think many would consider it courageous.”



“But it is,” Maria insisted.



“I came here today because I was jealous, because Gary wants you.”



The moment I said it I realized that it wasn’t true. Gary had only used the prospect of sex with Maria to make me jealous. He wanted me, just as I wanted him.



“I would love to be with him, if it was alright with you.”



I didn’t answer.



“But it doesn’t matter. I’d like to be with you again. I have a small apartment.”



I put my fingers on Maria’s lips.



“We’ll see,” I said.



“I’ll give you the address just in case. You don’t have to phone. Just come, anytime, day or night.”



I laughed. “Do my wicked ways turn you on?”



“You don’t know the half of it.” Maria laughed.



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I avoided Gary until the next afternoon. I went for a long walk in the morning, making sure I wasn’t there when he returned from his supposed visit with Maria but I didn’t call him on it. I wasn’t sure if I should go through with it despite my desire and Maria’s urging. To take him inside me was a huge step, one neither of us could ever forget. Could I be sure that Gary really wanted to, that he wouldn’t regret it years later?



Gary was home, waiting for me when I got back from my walk. He was sitting in the kitchen, on a stool, the bulge in his shorts showing how much he missed me. I turned up the stairs instead of going into the kitchen. The stool scraped on the kitchen floor as Gary got up to follow me. I loosened my skirt and let it drop on the stairs, then started unbuttoning my blouse. Gary caught up in time to stand in the doorway as I tossed my blouse on the floor, quickly shrugged out of my bra, and slipped my panties over my ass. I crawled onto the bed and slipped my left hand through the loop of the left rope that Gary had already hung on the posts while awaiting my arrival. Turning my back to the headboard, I reached out and sipped my right hand through its loop, then settled in against the stacked pillows and waited for Gary’s cock.



“Hurry,” I said, spreading my legs, something I had never done before.



Gary pushed his shoulder off the door jamb and nonchalantly walked toward me as if he didn’t have a care in the world. What a change I had wrought in him. I wondered if it was all good.



Gary shucked his shirt and pushed his shorts to the ground. Naked, he stood, tall and straight, his cock hanging in front of him, already hard and ready. I flexed my toes.



“Hurry, I need you.”



“You need me?” he drawled, strutting around to the side of the bed.



I smiled. “Ah, payback time for all the teasing you endured?” I asked.



“I owe you,” Gary replied.



“Didn’t you enjoy it?”



“Absolutely. That doesn’t mean I don’t owe you.”



“That’s true,” I admitted. “So make me pay.”



“I will,” he husked, his voice inadvertently revealing how much he wanted me.



I pulled my knees up and pressed my legs together, tilting them away from his so the underside of my thighs and ass would show.



“Make me,” I husked.



Gary got up on the bed and stood with his feet on either side of my thighs



“Make you what?” he demanded.



“Do things,” I replied. “Before my husband gets home.”



“I heard you last night. You were doing filthy things, weren’t you?”



I didn’t answer.



“Weren’t you,” Gary demanded, slapping my knees aside. I let them drop, slightly open so he could see how swollen and ready my bare pussy was.



Gary grabbed my head and roughly turned my face up toward him. This was unlike him. He had never been rough with me before.



“I don’t want you doing things for him.”



“I have to. He’s my husband.”



“Just go through the motions like you’re always done.”



The truth hurt. The sex life in my marriage had always been about going through the motions.



“Make me,” I taunted my son.



I wanted him to fuck me, to take me, like Maria suggested, but he had to do it; I couldn’t bring myself to offer it. He had to take me. I opened my legs wide and flexed my legs, shamelessly presenting my throbbing pussy.



“Make me,” I repeated.



I wanted him to know things were different now, that I was available, that he could have me, but I couldn’t just tell him. Gary bent his knees and rubbed his cock over my face but instead of trying to capture it as usual, I turned my head away. I didn’t want the same old, same old from him. Couldn’t he see I had changed my mind, that I wanted him to fuck me?



“Make me,” I hissed, thrashing my open legs.



Misinterpreting me, Gary grabbed my head and forced my mouth open before shoving his cock into my mouth. I suffered half a dozen gurgling thrusts before he pulled out and released my head but I stayed on course.



“Make me,” I said.



I pulled my knees up, tucked my feet between his legs and under his chest to hold them against the headboard above my head. My pussy was lewdly displayed, wet and swollen, as ready for it as it ever had been.



“Make me,” I said.



Gary knelt above my pelvis, moved closer until his cock brushed over the back of my thighs. One part of my mind screamed for me to stop him while the other readied myself for his first, forbidden penetration. But he didn’t enter me. Instead, he grazed his cock over my pussy, from one thigh to the other, then slipped up and pushed it deep between my legs until its tip touched my tits. He dragged it upward then, onto my face, across my chin and lips, over my nose, slid down to press against each closed eyelid.



“You want it, you know you do.”



I shook my head. “Make me.”



At least he had the right idea. Gary lowered himself until his cock landed on my pussy. He tapped my swollen lips and rubbed his cock sideways across them, then slid it lengthways along the full span of his long shaft.



“Take it,” he whispered.



“I can’t,” I cried, lowering my legs.



Gary grabbed my feet and pressed them back against the headboard. Straddling my thighs, he dipped his cock and rubbed it along my groove.



“You can do it.”



“Make me.”



“No. You have to take it.”



“I can’t.”



Gary dropped onto the bed, his hands sliding from my ankles to the back of my knees. He dipped his head and his mouth covered my pussy. I moaned, then wailed when his tongue slipped into my crevice and gouged through the sloppy trough. I was so wet, so fucking wet.



“Gary, I can’t, I just can’t.”



“Yes, you can.”



He stood and rubbed his cock through my slushy slit, then held the head above my opening, pressing down but not enough to dip inside.



“Take it,” he croaked.



“No! Make me,” I cried, jerking my pussy away.



Gary let my legs fall, hooked his arms under my knees, and stepped back, pulling me to the center of the bed. My arms stretched out and almost fell through the loops but my fingers closed over the rope to keep me captive. Gary tugged and I gripped the rope tighter. He pulled harder but couldn’t break my grip so he leaned over me and grabbed my left hand, then deliberately pried my fingers open and tossed the rope off to the side, out of my reach. He did the same with my right hand. I was free, physically.



Still holding me with his elbows crooked behind my knees, Gary lifted me up from the bed by my legs but my head and shoulders dangled onto the mattress. His cock slid between my thighs, rubbing over my pussy.



“Free yourself, Mom. Take it.”



“I can’t,” I cried. “You have to make me.”



“No. You know what you want, Admit it to yourself and take it.”



“I can’t.”



Gary didn’t speak again but he didn’t release me. He kept rubbing his cock back and forth over my pussy. It was a contest between my ability to abstain and his endurance. I knew he couldn’t hold me up forever, that he would tire, but his desire would build. I knew I wasn’t the only one tortured by the rubbing of his cock over my pussy. He would tire, succumb, and then take me. I met his teasing strokes with slick, nibbling rubs of my own.



Despite the struggle, neither of us allowed cock and pussy to part. We rubbed and teased each other mercilessly. Eventually, I realized that neither of us was capable of pulling apart but slowly, I sensed that Gary was gaining the upper hand. I was shocked. How could a young man in his prime outlast me, an older, mature, experienced woman?



Time. That was the answer. Once he got over the initial hump, all Gary had to do was stoke the embers, patiently awaiting the slow-growing desire built into every woman. The longer this continued, the weaker I became. I tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let me, rubbing his cock incessantly over my now super-sensitive pussy lips.



“Please Gary, don’t” I cried.



He didn’t reply but renewed his rubbing with greater vigor. I pulled away but he lifted me until my shoulders no longer touched the bed. My legs locked around his hips and Gary sawed his cock over my pussy, for all intent and purposes, fucking me, except he wasn’t inside. Gary’s elbows clutched my hips and waist and his hands reached under my shoulders, urging me closer. My legs tightened around his waist.



I was losing. The tip of his cock was nudging my entrance. I clutched his waist, trying to lift myself closer, to force his tip higher, onto my mound so I wouldn’t accidentally pull it in me , but he pulled away, keeping it on my slit which was so wide now, so wet, more a gully than a groove. I moaned.



“Gary don’t.”



He sawed through my slickness, then stopped, his head notched in my slit. Oh God, it felt so good, so fucking, fucking good. I let it sink in, just a little. So fucking good, so filling, even just this innocent dip.



He pulled back! No, don’t. I tightened my legs, lifting myself, following it, following his cock. There, yes, just that little dip, so slick and warm, pressing my lips open. I could do this, just this.



Gary pulled away again. I hooked my ankles firmly together and lunged upward, capturing him, felt his tip nudge into my slit, then start to slip away… no, no, I yanked myself upward, felt it shove in, thicken, so wide, stretching, then suddenly become narrower. He had popped inside me.



No, that wasn’t true. I had pulled him inside.



“Yeah, Mom. Take it all the way.”



“Oh God, Gary. I’m sorry, so sorry.”



“Take it,” he hissed.



I constricted my calf muscles again and felt his blunt cock force my walls open a few more inches as he filled me.



“Ohhhhh Gawwwddd,” I cried, straining my hips upward, pulling his thing into me, deep, really deep. I lunged and captured him fully, mashing my soaking lips onto his pubic hair.



“Fuck me,” I cried, cashing in, admitting defeat, glorious defeat.



Gary dropped my hands and I flopped back, slipping down his cock until his hands grasped my hips. Then he was pulling me up, back onto his cock, plugging me, filling me up to my tonsils.



“Yeah, oh yeah!” he cried.



“Yeah,” I yelled back.



Gary fell to his knees and pushed my legs way back, holding me by the ankles, lifting my ass completely off the bed to fully expose me. Then my son crouched over the back of my thighs and started hammering his cock inside me, noisily slapping the back of my thighs. My God, he was so hard.



“Fuck me!” I moaned, before losing all capability of speech. After that, all I could do was grunt my joy and appreciation.

Gary went wild. It looked like he was trying to say something but the sounds coming out of his mouth were unintelligible. I knew then that he had planned this for some time. It must have been a huge struggle to wait until I was ready rather than following his youthful urge to take me but the end justified the means. Gary was right, I was free. I had taken my son because I wanted him, not for a good cause, not because I was martyring myself, but because he made me so hot and I wanted to fuck his brains out. I was now free to fuck him anytime I wanted, or anytime he wanted me, without guilt or shame.



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Gary and I fucked every afternoon after that. I discovered that I liked the security blanket that the ropes provided and Gary obliged me. He tightened them at my request so I couldn’t slip my hands out. I liked the feeling of being trapped, held against my will and forced to do things—though I really wasn’t. I don’t know why I liked it so much but didn’t waste much time wondering about it. It felt good and that was all I needed to know.



The day everything changed, I was facing the headboard, blindfolded and muzzled by the mask I had devised of stretchy material with a grip on the back so Gary could hold my face up from the bed without hurting my hair. My arms were stretched behind me and my wrists securely tied. The soft rope looping around my neck was yoked to my knees, tucking them up tightly to my chest and forcing my ass up high. Two more lengths of soft rope started at the rope around my wrists and branched off to hold my ankles up. I felt helpless yet strangely, and blissfully, in control because my feigned plight seduced Gary into forcing huge lunges upon me from behind. We had done this before, working up from gentler scenarios, and we both loved it. It was a prelude to something else I had discovered, or more accurately, Gary had shown me that I liked: anal sex.



About a week or so after we had first fucked, and Gary had started tying me up more securely, he began playing with my asshole. First, he worked me up until I was so horny I would die just to get his cock inside me for even a minute, then he put his lubed finger into my little pucker. Oh, I didn’t like it and let my feelings be known but Gary persisted. Soon, I grew used to his finger’s presence, and then his thumb, and after a lot more teasing of my quivering pussy lips, a second finger.



Gary rubbed his shaft along my pussy and nudged it in a bit several times but he wouldn’t shove it all the way in. When he finally forced it into my ass, I welcomed it. It took some getting used to, let me tell you, but by the time his cock was fully inside my ass, I was grooving on it.



The next day, Gary pounded me from behind for several minutes before suddenly pulling out. I wiggled my ass in the air until the first teasing probe both relieved my angst and stoked my fires to new heights. Fifteen minutes of teasing circles around my pucker and sudden plunges inside ensued. When I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, Gary blessed my ass with his stiff cock. I was so hot it must have felt like a furnace.



So, getting back to that fateful day a week later, as I was saying, Gary had just pounded me from behind, me all tied up, and had barely started stroking my butt, when everything changed.



“What the fuck are you doing?”



I heard Gary cry out as he was yanked roughly off me and turned my head just in time to hear the sound of a fist crack followed by a body crashing into the wall behind me so hard the bedside lamp fell off the table. Several more fist cracks followed.



“You little bastard!”



“No, John, don’t,” I yelled but the mask muffled my cry.



Bang, bang, crash.



“John… John, oh my God, Gary,” I whimpered, rubbing my face in the pillow, first trying to rub the mask up over my chin so John could hear me and, after that failed, trying to dislodge it from the top so I could at least plead for Gary with my eyes. But I couldn’t get the mask off and despite rolling off the bed and crashing into John’s feet, the beating continued.



When John finally untied me and removed the mask, Gary was lying in a fetal position beside the bed.



Our world had ended.



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Gary’s stay at the hospital was short—his injuries were slight and mostly surperficial—but his return home was equally brief. He hid in his room and wouldn’t come out, not even to eat. It was worse that when I’d started. Eventually, he returned to the institution.



Getting the charges initially laid against John was another ordeal—we obviously couldn’t explain what had happened—but eventually we got past that too. All that remained was for us to deal with the remorse and sense of failure. Depression awaited. John and I stopped having sex. He was too guilty and I couldn’t bring myself to be with him. Neither of us was capable of dealing with Gary’s situation though I did broach the topic with John one evening without success. He flat out didn’t want to talk about it so that’s what we did, lived our lives as if we didn’t have a son.



I didn’t go out much anymore but one day I was sitting in the food court of a mall—not the one I usually patronized because I couldn’t face meeting anyone I knew—when I encountered Sandra’s son, Jeff. He was such a sweet boy and the brief conversation I had with him turned my life around.



Hope is an amazing thing. Hope leads to plans, and plans lead to action, and actions can succeed as well as fail. Jeff didn’t stick around to see it but when I left that mall, I was a different woman from the one that walked in. There was a firmness to my step, borne of purpose and determination. I had done the impossible once, I could do it again.



The plan formed in my mind on the drive home. I went straight upstairs and then up into the attic. There, I opened all the boxes and trunks, made my selections, and spent the rest of the day doing laundry and taking things to the dry cleaners. Several days later, I had the wardrobe necessary to execute the first part of my new plan, convincing my reluctant husband to become a willing if not fully functional member of the team. Then, we could tackle Gary again.



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I was in the kitchen in when John came in. As usual now, he didn’t come in to see me or call out to say hello, he simply sat down and turned the TV onto the evening news. I smiled. Things were going to be different now and, though I was nervous about this first encounter, I was also confident of success. After all, Vanessa did have my mother-in-law’s personality but I looked like her, especially now that I was at the age she likely had her greatest influence on John. I had examined John’s family pictures and confirmed this to be true. I also knew a lot about my mother-in-law and the strange relationship she had with her son, one I suspected was far more complicated than I previously thought.



I stirred the pot, relishing the delicious feeling of female power that welled up inside me and readied myself for the challenge ahead of me. I wasn’t afraid, I was looking forward to it. My earlier triumph with Gary had taught me to enjoy the battle while it lasted. I now understood why men repressed their wartime experiences yet thrived on their memory, the most intense moments of their lives. I felt alive!



I turned the pots on simmer and poured John a glass of wine, refilling my own as well. Holding both glasses, I walked seductively toward the living room, loving the snug feel of the long, grey tweed skirt around my hips and legs and how tight it felt across my buttocks. Its high waist and the wide black belt accented the narrowness of my waist and tugged the fluffy white blouse down tightly over my breasts, nicely pushed up with the special bra I had also found among John’s mother’s things. She had a surprising amount of special underwear for such an austere woman.



I rounded the corner and walked directly to John’s chair.



“Here you are, dear,” I said, handing him a glass of wine. “Did you have a hard day?”



Instead of waiting for an answer, I turned to look at the TV, standing in front of John’s chair but to one side so I wouldn’t block his view if he decided to keep watching the news. However, by the way his eyes flickered toward my bottom as I turned, I was confident I would win over the TV. I held my pose for a moment, then let my left knee bend forward, forcing my right buttock up to press tightly against the skirt, accenting my bottom. The rustle of my nylons scraping thigh on thigh sent a shiver up my spine and I hoped it had the same effect on my husband.



“That’s a nice outfit, Joan. Were you shopping today?”



“No.” I didn’t turn to look at John. “I’m so bored of shopping. I can never find exactly what I want. Your mother always dressed so nicely&mash;I almost choked on those words—so I went up to the attic to look at her stuff for ideas and found this outfit. I hope you don’t mind, it fits me well, don’t you think?”



I twisted my hips to emphasize the fit over my butt which I knew had a tendency to stick out a bit.



“No, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.”



“But, does it fit me nicely?”



“Yes, it fits you perfectly.”



“Thanks honey.”



Holding my wine glass out to the side, ostensibly so it wouldn’t spill but really to accentuate my figure,



I sauntered back to the kitchen.



Later, when we had finished dinner and just started eating the sumptuous apple pie I had bought at Andres but claimed to have made, I set the stage for the next few weeks.



“John, do you mind if I wear some of your mother’s other things? I just love this outfit.”



“Mind? Of course I don’t mind.”



That night, John waited for me in bed while I undid my fifties-style hairdo and appeared to remove my makeup but in reality simply adjusted it to fit a more intimate setting. I was wearing one of his mother’s more demure nightgowns, far less racy than some of the stuff I had found. John was perky when I finally slipped under the covers, as he should have been after the long meal I had made of removing his mother’s clothes in front of him, but I was cool. I wasn’t, however, as off-putting as I had been the past few months. I wanted to encourage him, but not much, yet.



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For the next two weeks, I wore John’s mother’s clothes. During the day, I repaired some outfits and took others that were beyond my ability to a seamstress. From her, I got ideas for clothes of a similar design and commissioned several new outfits, for a play I was involved in, I explained. I really liked the feel of these old style clothes. They covered so much yet I felt sexier in them.



I gradually moved John closer and closer to more intimate interactions but did not renew any sexual activity in bed. I could tell John was getting frustrated which was perfect, just according to my plan. When I asked John to move into the spare room because I needed time to myself, he balked, but wasn’t overly upset. After all, his most intimate interactions with me occurred outside the bedroom.



Using pictures to guide me, I had re-decorated the spare room to be as close as could be managed to John’s bedroom at home when he was young. Those pictures had shown how fond John was of his mother. There were pictures of his mother on the wall and on the table beside his bed which was strange, I thought, for a teenage boy. I put similar pictures up but they were of me, dressed in his mother’s clothes, which I had a photographer come to the house to do. I also had other pictures taken of me wearing some of her racier underwear. It excited me to wear them and it showed in the pictures, something the photographer picked up on because he propositioned me. As I said before, hope is a funny thing. I’m sure it’s why he offered me such a good price on the pictures, even though I turned him down.



It was after a long dinner at which I wore an elegant gown that I moved John into the next stage. He followed me into the living room, no doubt staring at my ass moving freely under the fabulous dress as I purposely swayed slowly ahead of him, but I stopped him short.



“John, would you be a dear and let me enjoy my wine in peace? I’d like to watch a romantic movie and that’s one of those things a woman likes to do alone.”



Before he could answer, I moved into the living room and sat in his chair, leaning back and crossing my legs, forcing the split, black gown to expose my legs far up my thigh.



“You don’t mind, do you, sweetie?”



I could see that he did but he shook his head and turned to go upstairs, hanging his head and shuffling like a spoiled little kid who, having been caught being naughty, had just been sent to his room.



‘Sweetie’, that’s what John’s mother called him. That, and ‘Johnny’. I had painted a juvenile sign on the door of his new room, ‘Johnny’s Cave’, something else I had discovered in an old picture in one of the trunks.



I turned on the TV, put any old movie on, and sipped my wine, biding my time for the next movement. After forty minutes or so, I drained my second glass and started up the stairs.



Let the show begin.



I took a deep breath, knocked on Johnny’s door, then quickly opened it before he even had a chance to answer.



“Johnny, how many times have I told you not to do that!”



John was shocked not only by my abrupt entry but also by my use of a name he probably hadn’t heard for many years. The trauma was so complete it immobilized him and he was caught sitting up in bed with the covers pushed down almost to his knees and his shorts dragged down below his balls so he could hold his cock, which was fully erect in his hand, with one hand while the other held a picture of his mother in the other—actually me in her racy underclothes. I had placed those photos in the top drawer where his socks were knowing he would find them.



I walked quickly to the bed and snatched the picture from John’s hand.



“John Edward Robinson, I know you won’t go blind but you shouldn’t be doing that.”



I stared at the picture, then tossed it onto the bed, upright and facing John so he could still see it.



“Not by yourself, anyway. It’s a bad habit to get into,” I said, my voice softening. I sat down on the bed, hitching the elegant dress high enough that it opened sufficiently to display a healthy expanse of bare thigh. “I’ve told you before.”



I grasped John’s wrist and tugged his hand off his cock. It was amazing that it remained hard, sticking up proudly though I knew John must be cringing inside. Cringing, and wondering what the hell I was up to. I had surmised that such a surprise may well have happened to John when he was young. I hoped I was right because so much depended on how he reacted and the closer this was to an actual memory the better. I replaced John’s hand with my own.



“Johnny, Johnny, what am I to do with you?” I said, squeezing my hand up and down his shaft. I looked behind me at the open door. “It’s a good thing your father went to bed so long ago. He’s probably sleeping.”



I hoped that rang true because if it did the delicious sense of danger might seduce my husband into going along with this fantasy and maybe even convince him to immerse himself within it. After a few strokes, John relaxed. He was over the initial shock and was probably beginning to feel good, even better than before I crashed through the door. His eyes, however, were still wide open.



“There, there. That’s better, isn’t it,” I cooed. “That’s it, just relax.” I scooted back and pulled John lower in the bed by his cock, pressing on his chest with my free hand. “Close your eyes and just relax.”



John closed his eyes just as my free hand slid down his chest to close around his balls. They fluttered open but closed again as I tickled his nuts and stroked his cock with long, firm strokes.



“Shhhhhh. Just relax.”



It was only a minute later that John starting humping his hips off the bed, thrusting through my tight grip. He started moaning and I could only wonder what movie was playing in his mind. Was it me jacking his cock or his mother? Did he picture himself bending her over the edge of the bed, or me? I hoped it was her.



His body jerked on the bed and he gasped for breath to fuel the exertion. He came, erupting in a steady flow that oozed from his cock for half a minute.



“You disgusting little brat,” I chastized him in my best imitation of his mother’s commanding, superior voice. “How many times have I told you to warn me? I wiped my hand on his blanket and stood up, smoothing the dress down over my thighs. “Clean yourself up and wash your own blankets. I’m not cleaning up your filth, do you understand?”



John opened his eyes and nodded. He looked petrified.



I turned and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind me.



So far, so good.



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I didn’t knock the next night but John was waiting for me. He might not have been sure of himself as he looked because the covers were pulled up to his waist, hiding his private parts which the lump in his lap indicated he had been touching. I was wearing a robe, open to display the suggestive nightgown underneath. Though it wasn’t low cut, there was a peek hole beneath the ribbon tying it under my neck that provided a window onto my cleavage, and my breasts were loose underneath. The nightgown was long but not full length, falling to only a few inches below my knees but when I sat down the hem would rise above them. I had practised to be sure it did.



I partially closed the door and walked to the bed, ‘accidently’ brushing my robe away from my breasts as I hitched the nightgown up my legs before sitting down. I spoke in a hushed voice.



“Your father’s barely asleep but I couldn’t wait any longer.” I turned around and looked at the door to heighten the illusory suspense.



John was smiling with anticipation when I turned back to look at him, his eyes on the bodice of the demure nightgown. I held my elbows in close to my sides and arched my back slightly to buff up the target of his gaze. I chatted with him about things I knew he had done with his parents as if it had just happened rather than so many years ago. John seemed to more than accept it, he seemed very pleased and eager to hear more, leading me in directions I hadn’t thought of and supplying the necessary details to make it more real. Things were going so well I almost forgot what I was here to do.



As nonchalantly as I could, I leaned toward the bedside table and opened its narrow drawer. John watched me but didn’t stop talking. I retrieved what I had placed there earlier in the day. As John continued his remonition, I casually squirted the thick lubricant in my palm and began working it into my hands, my fingers writhing around one another. John was mesmerized but continued talking. Finally, I stopped and drew my hands apart and held my arms in front of him, palms turned upward.



“Well,” I said. “Shall we get started?”



John nodded but didn’t do anything, obviously not knowing what was expected of him.



I looked down at his lap and nodded. His gaze followed mine, then he looked up at me for a confirming nod, and pushed the covers down, revealing a bare erection unhindered by either pajamas or underwear.



“Johnny, I’ve told you, it’s disgusting to be naked in bed. You’ll have to change your sheets tomorrow and you can wash them yourself.”



“Sorry Mother.”



His response thrilled me. The fact that he didn’t just say ‘sorry’ told me he was really buying into this fantasy and it rolled so easily off his lips that my confidence in my portrayal of his mother surged.



“It’s all right. Come on, push them down all the way. Let’s get this over with.”

John pushed the covers down to mid-thigh, allowing his stimulated rod to spring up in eager expectation.



“Johnny, you haven’t been touching it yourself, have you?” I said in an admonishing tone.



“No Mother, I haven’t, honest,” he lied.



“Well, then,” I muttered, and closed my slick fingers around his shaft.



“Ohhhh Goddd,” John cried.



“Quiet, or you’ll wake your father,” I snapped.



“Sorry Mother.”



“Alright, just let me know if the light comes on in the hallway.”



John looked past me to the dark hallway beyond his door. I had been careful to turn all the lights off. For the first time, the sound of distant snoring wafted into the room. Perfect, I thought, proud of my timing. You can find anything on the web, including soundtracks of snoring.



John’s chest heaved in reaction to the exquisite sensations my lubricated fingers were imparting to his now slick cock. As my hand rose up to his tip I squeezed it over the head and slowly twisted. On the descent, I paused halfway down to allow my trailing thumb to brush sideways across the underside as my other hand massaged his balls. Despite my instructions to watch for the light, John closed his eyes. His whole body trembled under my ministrations. The only sound in the house was the faint recording of snoring emanating from my bedroom and the wet, gooey sound of my hand squeezing and stroking his cock.



John opened his eyes and raised his head.



“Mother?”



“Shhhhh.”



“Mother, I’m going to… you said I should warn you.”



“Oh dear. I forgot to bring a towel. Do you have a towel?” My hand didn’t stop moving up and down his slick shaft.



John looked around, then reached across to the other side of the bed and retrieved his shirt.



“You’re not going to ruin your shirt, for goodness sakes. This will have to do.”



I leaned over John’s cock and opened my mouth.



Though I couldn’t see John’s face, I could sense his shock. I continued pulling on his slick cock, keeping it steadily aimed at my open, hovering mouth. To help him along, I breathed over his tip and jacked him faster, only going halfway down his shaft before returning to squeeze his head. John’s hips began humping up and down, bringing the tip of his cock dangerously close to my mouth.



The first squirt surprised me even though I was expecting it. John cried out and bucked his hips, thrusting his cock fully inside my wet, waiting mouth. He released a sound that was more of a wail than a grunt, dropping his ass to the bed for the briefest sojourn before ramming it back into my mouth. His body convulsed with each explosive squirt, again and again and again. Finally, he was spent and collapsed into the mattress, exhausted. I lifted my head, expecting him to have closed his eyes again but he was watching me with glazed eyes. I suspect he wanted to see if I had managed to take it all, hoping to see some of his seed marking my face. I was sorry to disappoint him. I made a note to think of that next time. Or maybe he was trying to see if his mother had returned to this earth.



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The next day I wore John’s mother’s sexiest outfits and that night John was eagerly awaiting my arrival. As soon as I entered his room, he put his book down and pushed the covers down to his knees, exposing his erect cock.



“You weren’t touching it by yourself, were you Johnny?”



“No Mother.”



“Good boy.”



The snoring recording started up, right on time. I reached over to open the drawer but saw the lubricant already lying on top of the bedside dresser. I smiled.



“I see we have an eager beaver tonight.”



John nodded. His eyes lit up when I peeled my robe back and let it fall from my shoulders, revealing a very naughty nightgown that barely contained my breasts. I let him take his fill for a moment, then reached for the lubricant but before squirting it onto my palm, I paused.



“Would you like to do this tonight?”



John looked confused. Was I asking him to masturbate?



“Change places with me,” I said, getting up. “Come on, get out of bed.”



John did as he was told and I took his place, propping another pillow behind my back.



“Come on, get on,” I said, patting my hands to the outside of my thighs.



John clambered over me. When he was in place, I said, “Well?”



John didn’t know what to do but before he could speak, I leaned upward and said, “Push my nightgown back, Johnny. There’s a good boy.”



John tentatively put his hands on my shoulders but didn’t do anything until I nodded permission. He slipped the nightgown down my arms and, when I smiled further approval, he dragged it completely off my breasts and pulled it over my hands. I picked up the lubricant and squirted a dollar-sized puddle onto each breast, just above my nipples, then handed it to him.



“Put some on yourself.”



I closed my eyes but kept them open a slit so I could see him. John was unsure for a few seconds and then squirted some lubricant onto the tip of his cock, put some more into his right palm, then rubbed it up and down his shaft. After it was spread all over his cock, he stared at my breasts, then tentatively reached out to touch the puddle above my left nipple. I nodded silent approval and visibly relaxed into the pillows to demonstrate my assent. John began spreading the lubricant over my tits.



John played with my breasts for so long I had to grab his cock and pull it between them before he got the idea but half a dozen strokes later, he leaned over me and began rubbing his cock between my tits in long, slow thrusts. I squeezed my breasts together and John began fucking them in earnest. I waited until his breathing was quite ragged before tipping my head up to blow on his cock. He loved it and leaned harder into to me, trying to thrust his cock closer to my mouth. After teasing him for a while by pulling my mouth away, I tipped my head forward to reward him, taking the head into my mouth on every stroke.



I doubt he managed another ten thrusts before he started coming. The way he gasped for air, I don’t think he would have survived if he hadn’t come. Some of his spend was deposited in my mouth but most of it missed, some of it going past my head entirely. However, enough landed on my face to make him groan with pleasure and he leaned over my nose to squeeze the last drops from his cock. I kept my eyes ‘closed’ the entire time so he wouldn’t be scared to do what he really wanted. After a moment, I spoke.



“Go to the bathroom and get a warm washcloth.”



John started climbing off me.



“Warm, mind you.”



“Yes Mother.”



He was walking to the door.



“And don’t wake your father.”



“No Mother,” he whispered.



John crept back into room. I don’t think he was trying to not wake his ‘father’, I think he wanted to look at me for a few moments before I knew he was there. I pretended to be unaware of his presence so he could survey the damage he had done. Never in my married life had I ever let John do something like this and I was positive that if he thought it was ‘me’ he wouldn’t have done it.



“Johnny?” I called, getting tired of the sticky mess on my face.



I heard him step quietly backward. “Right here, Mother,” he answered, as if just coming in the door.



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The next day, at breakfast, I launched my campaign in earnest.



“Johnny,” I began. I had been wearing John’s mother’s clothes and calling him Johnny for weeks now and almost thought of him as my son. Given the intensity of our role playing, I’m sure he thought of me as his mother and definitely acted like it as soon as he walked in the door after work. I wondered how he managed to be himself during the day and worried that I might be contributing to the development of a fractured personality but it was necessary.



“John,” I started again. “We’re going to have a guest for a while.”



“Who?” John asked.



“Gary.”



I worried that would yank John out of his role as my son but I had decided the best approach was to deal with the issue head on. John wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t know we were only playing a game so he could realize his fantasies. I relied on the strength of his mind and the weakness of his soul to handle this new twist.



“But we’re going to call him Allen and pretend he’s not our son.”



“Okay,” John’s tone was tentative and he looked unsure.



“You’ll have to sleep with me for a while.”



John looked less worried but still somewhat unsure.



“We can continue with…, well, with what we’ve been doing, but only in my room. Is that clear?”



John nodded.



“You understand? This is very important.”



“Yes.”



“That’s good.” I held out my arms. “Now come and give your Mother a hug.”



I turned in my seat to face my husband as he came around the table. He let his hands rest on my shoulders as mine curled around his waist to embrace him. Releasing him a moment later, I slipped my hands around to his front and unzipped his pants. He was already getting hard. I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. Johnny’s hands clasped my head and he began thrusting in and out.



I wondered if I was up to this. Could I balance the demands of my two men? Could I handle that much sex? John’s legs weakened and he sagged against me, moaning his pleasure. Yes, I thought, I can, I definitely can.



Later that day, after my fateful phone call to the institution, I wondered about my husband’s relationship with his mother. How far had they really gone? I was convinced that my mother-in-law had in fact paraded in front of John in sexy underclothes but had she actually masturbated him and sucked his cock? I couldn’t tell from John’s reaction if we were replaying old memories or simply acting out fantasies that didn’t actually happen but which he had always wanted to.



The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced John and I were replaying things that had really happened. I needed to offer him the prospect of something that hadn’t happened that he had wanted to in order to keep him motivated throughout the ordeal ahead, something I could hold out for ‘good’ behavior.



That night, when John came home, there was a bottle on the counter that he couldn’t take his eyes off all through dinner despite the competing draw of my hair, freshly dyed the color of his mother’s. The fact that I never acknowledged his distraction probably drew his attention to it all the more. While we were eating our dessert, I reminded John of the need to sleep in my bedroom, starting tonight, but kept the fantasy alive by explaining that while his father was away on his trip I was afraid to sleep alone. John’s response surprised me.



“Yes, I understand, Joan. I know what’s truly important. We both love and miss our son but you need him in a special way and you know now how well I understand that.”



“Yes John, I do.” John’s words also made me come face to face with the fact that my behavior wasn’t altogether altruistic.



“So, let’s get on with it and get our son back.”



“Okay John.”



I noticed that John had barely touched his dessert whereas I had finished mine. I stood up.



“I’m going to go to bed early.”



“I’ll join you,” John said, getting up. “I’d like to make love to the woman I love tonight, my wife.”



I motioned for John to sit down. Don’t get me wrong, I loved hearing that from my husband. What woman wouldn’t? But I had something else in mind for tonight, the first taste of that added incentive to keep my husband focused on our ultimate goal, a pull far beyond words of commitment.



“Finish your dessert first, Johnny,” I commanded in the most authoritative voice I could muster.



John plunked down, surprised by the sudden change in my voice and personality. Mimicking his mother’s voice, something I could do perfectly, I added, “There’s something special I want you to do for me tonight, Johnny. When you do come up, in a few minutes, can you bring that with you?”



I gave no indication of what I meant by that but John knew.



“Bring what?” he asked anyway.



“That,” I snapped, and turned to walk away without glancing at the bottle of Mazola. I swayed my hips in an exaggerated fashion so my ass would capture his attention.



“Yes Mother,” John croaked as I left the dining room and started up the stairs, ass swaying outrageously.



I didn’t know John could finish a large piece of apple pie so quickly. Maybe he could when he was a kid and when he was ‘Johnny’ it wasn’t a big deal to kill off a pie. Anyway, I had barely got changed into one of his mother’s long nightgowns and stretched out on the bed with it pulled up onto my back and over my head, ass bare and inviting, when Johnny arrived.



I doubt Johnny dwelled on the new furnishings in the room but I’m sure he noticed them, adding to the elation of the moment. While he was at work, I had scoured the second hand and antique stores and Craigslist for a bedroom set and a sofa and chair to put in my room. The weren’t perfect but, once re-ulphostered and reconditioned, they were a close match to the furniture in John’s childhood pictures. I bet that even to his mind, and most assuredly to his hard cock, the bare ass on the bed looked just like his mother’s, the one that had beckoned to him for years but he had been unable to attain. Until now.



I tugged the hem of the nightgown above my shoulders, covering my head but leaving enough dyed hair to show for effect. I wiggled my ass.



“Hurry,” I whispered.



The whisper of clothes gave way to a rip, and stumble, and several gasps for breath before the mattress gave way to the weight of John’s knees. I almost laughed out loud. I wasn’t so much amused as unable to contain the rush of power that surged through me, to so easily render this competent man helpless in service of my whims. Yet, I braced myself, for I couldn’t predict whether his approach would be tentative or savage.



Long seconds passed. I heard the twist of a cap being removed from a bottle. I waited for the rasp of hands rubbing together but winced instead as the cold liquid—I had kept it in the fridge until John came home—spashed in several drips on my right cheek, skipped over to my left, and then dribbled along my crack from top to bottom.



Johnny released a long sigh which in words would have said, “Awesome!”



Hands curved around my cheeks, spreading the oily mess all over my ass. They swirled and pressed, enfolded and crushed, and caressed, never harsh, always devoted. A coveted treasure was being honored and prepared for consumption, savored, because the first taste is always the best. I understood now how powerful was John’s need for his mother and, perhaps for the first time, how much Gary needed me. I was humbled.



The glow began spreading faintly through my pelvis even before the first rub of Johnny’s thumbs through my crack. It intensified with the first probe of his right hand thumb which so easily slipped inside. Mazola, the new wonder food.



I could have said I moaned to heighten Johhny’s desire but it would be a lie; I liked what he was doing; I needed it.



He had paused after the first probe to drip more Mazola on my ass. I knew Mazola was the wrong thing to use but it fit the time period and just once shouldn’t hurt; at least, so I reasoned. Now, the slippery, viscous feel of it excited me so much I couldn’t help but whimper my appreciation. John was so good at this. How could it be his first time?



Jesus. He was sliding first one, and then the other, thumb into my ass, twisting on exit. Squeezing my cheeks, probing, reaming, pushing my ass forward, forcing me to lift my hips off the bed, presenting myself, lewd, desparate and wanton. I want it!



Oh my God! Two thumbs at once, fully inserted, wiggling, spreading as they withdrew, fingers bunching my cheeks, squeezing gently, then more urgently. Johnny was gasping and moaning. I wasn’t sure it he couldn’t help it or if he was trying to wind me up even more. Whatever, it worked. I pushed my ass up higher, silently begging to take his cock. I moaned.



“Now,” I croaked.



I felt his knees drawing closer. He was coming. He was going to take me, going to take his mother.



How could it feel bigger than his two thumbs? I sucked in my breath. He was smaller than Gary but still filled me. Please, be careful. He was. Pressure, pressure. Oh God, such wonderful pressure. No, don’t stop, keep pushing. That’s it. He understood, he was just shifting his legs for a better angle. Ahhh, Gawd, yes.



Plop.



He was in. It wasn’t a sound, just a feeling. The head was in. Rubbing, scraping his shaft through the ring, so long but I knew he was shorter than Gary.



“Oh Johnny, that’s so good, so nice,” I moaned.



His legs were pushing against my ass. He was all the way in. He paused, then began swirling around, gently, fully plugged in, his cock reaming my hole. The tide of pleasure spilled out of my pelvis, cascaded through my chest, filling my tits and running into my head. I drooled onto the pillow.



“Fuck it,” I gasped.



Johhny kept swirling his cock and reaming my hole, no slower and no faster. His cock didn’t withdraw. He kept his firmly plugged into my ass despite my plea.



“Fuck it,” I moaned.



Still no compliance. No withdrawal and forward thrust. This was his dream; it was going to go his way.



I don’t know how much later—I measured the passage of time in waves of pleasure emanating from my anal cavity—but finally Johnny began fucking my ass properly, withdrawing and pushing forward, puling out and shoving in, with long, steady thrusts, never hard, always teasing.



Just fuck it, fuck it hard. I can take it, I want it.



His hands were on my hips, as if I would pull away. How funny. I pushed my ass back to meet him every time.



Harder now, coming faster. Oh Lord, yes. Keep it coming. Slapping noises. Was he slapping my ass? No, it was just the sweaty sound of our bodies colliding.



I arched my back to turn my ass up for a perfect fit but upon full entry Johnny wrenched his cock in a different direction every time. I couldn’t predict it the direction of shear but no matter which way it effectively widened my hole, making his cock feel huge. Every twisting lunge carried the tip of his love stick to a different spot. Anticipation, and the inability to determine where the tingling touch would land, drove me wild. Every thrust was accompanied by a thrilling stretch as the root of his shaft plugged my forbidden entrance.



My climax exploded over me, washing through my body in waves as my clenching butt drained his cock is an erratic series of pulsing clutches. It was several minutes before Johnny was able to extract his softened penis. He got up not long after and much later, I made my own trip to the shower.



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Afterward, I dried myself and collapsed in bed beside John without bothering to put on a fresh nightgown. I awoke to the most wonderful feeling, the warm feel of lip nibbling my pussy. I can’t say how long I had enjoyed my husband’s mouth before waking but shortly thereafter his tongue slipped inside me and the ecstasy it imparted lasted for a long time. When my head cleared after a truly earth-shattering orgasm, John was lying beside me, his arm across my breasts and his eyes looking into mine.



“I love you, Joan.”



“I know you do, John,” I answered, seeing the truth of it as his eyes read mine. “Today I’m bringing our son home.”



“I can hardly wait,” John said, just before he kissed me.



I smiled as I picked a pubic hair from the corner of John’s mouth. One kiss turned into another, casually delivered and leisurely appreciated. My hand strayed down to my husband’s hard cock. I enjoyed stroking it gently, encircled within the oval of my loosely held fingers. A sudden urge prompted me to slide my thigh over his and a moment later my body followed, straddling him briefly before finding and inserting his cock.

This story is told from both perspectives, of the man and woman









I was wiped, a busy day of overbearing class schedules, and teachers and their unnecessary bullshit, was what I had just endured. Now I was just passed out on the couch in my apartment, I couldn’t wait till senior year was over.



No sooner did I fall asleep, did I feel my boyfriends body pressing up against mine, caressing me and planting gentle kisses on my neck. I smiled, “Hey baby.”



“Hey,” he kisses me, “How was your day?”



“Fine honey, I just want something so I can take my mind off all this damn work.”



And I fell back into him, closing my eyes, just wanting to stay here for eternity. This was the benefit of having a sexy strong boyfriend, you could rest in his arms all day, and he’d just let you.



“Guess what I wanna do?”



I turned around and kiss him, and bit my bottom lip, “What?”



“Close your eyes, I’ll be right back.”



So I waited, I don’t know how he was so quiet, but the next thing I knew, I feel the heat of his dick against my nose. He grabbed it, then started to rub it all over my cheeks and face. Then stuck it in my shirt in between my tits, and moving it up and down….hehe fucking my tits



“Take your shirt off.”



(I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath)



“Naughty girl not wearing a bra.”



I laughed and he puts it up to my lips, and his hands cup my boobs.



“Suck.”



I started to suck him and he started to play with my nipples. It was encouraging me to suck it harder, take him deeper. And so I did. And he began to pinch them. I really wanted it. He took one hand away from my nipple, and grabbed my hair then started to force feed me his dick, and pinch my nipple even harder, then stopped. He pulled my head back and pulled his dick out. He started sucking my nipples and massaging my clit with the other hand.



“Baby…”



“Shh”



He bites it, and pinches the other.



“Baby….fuck me now…”



Pulling away from my boobs, he pulled my hair back and shoved it back in my mouth.



“Take me down your throat.”



I felt him push past my gag reflex (it feels like there’s a wall blocking him until he pushes past it)



“Hold it there.”



It had become easier to do over time. When I first started sucking it was difficult for me to go fast, or even take him in even halfway. But I loved doing it and everytime I did it I got better. Everytime going deeper, and going faster. Now I can duck, take him all the way down without hesitation.



He grabbed my hair and started to feed me his dick again, he was starting to cum, I could feel him swell.



“Swallow.”



He slowed his pace for a little bit, giving me room to swallow. He sped up his pace for a little while longer then completely pulled out.



“All fours baby.”



I obeyed, and I knew all fours meant facedown ass up, so that’s how I positioned myself. I always felt so much more vulnerable this way, seeing as how, he was in control of my body. After a few minutes, I still didn’t feel him behind me, so I began to wonder what was taking him so long.



“Spread your legs wider.”



I didn’t know what the hell he was up to, but I complied.



“Keep your face down.”



Then I felt him tying my hands together, then I felt him bite my breast. I could feel the moisture between my legs growing, and it just added to my unknown excitement.



For a while I didn’t feel anything, but then I felt the couch move, and I felt the head of his penis at my ass.



“Ba-” he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, “Don’t make a sound.”



It started to hurt, and I couldn’t take it, “Baby that hurts….”



“I said quiet,” he slammed my face into the couch, then shoved it in all at once.



Then pain was unbearable, I think I screamed – I think I liked it, I think my heart stopped beating. My whole body was in shock.



“Good girl. Take all my dick up your ass.”



It was hard for me to take it up the ass anyway (I could only handle it for so long) but because he was completely in control, he could keep this going as long as he wanted, and because my body was still in shock, the sweat as building with every movement I gasped, and with every stroke I grew closer and closer to my orgasm. The pain that had once been, had turned into unbearable pleasure…I was so close….so close.



He started to slow his pace, up until this point he kept his hands on my hips, now he had stopped to rub it, “Hows it feel baby?”



“So…soo good.”



He started to harden his pace, “And you’re….a very….very bad girl aren’t you?”



“Yess…yes baby.”



“Dirty, naughty girl,” he mumbled.



He lifted up his hand and brought it down with a hard smack. I began to buck underneath him, I couldn’t take it anymore. He just kept spanking me, and my panting, my bucking beneath him was only turning him on.



“I like your ass red….your big chocolate sexy ass.”



He was going so hard I couldn’t speak. One hand was spanking me, his legs ere keeping me in place, and now one hand was pinching my nipples. My insides were burning with sensations, and I was close, I just needed a little bit more….just a little bit.



And then he came, so I came , he pulled out still hard as a rock.



“It’s dripping out your ass.”



I was still catching my breath. He turned me on my stomach, “I want it dripping out your mouth.”



And he shoves it in my mouth.



“Suck it….just like that.”



I tasted his cum in my mouth. Before I could take it all in he pulled out, brought himself over me, and positioned himself at my ass with my legs over his shoulders. It was so close to my hole that all he had to do was move closer and it would go in. He moved the hair from my face, and looked down at me with curiosity as if he had never seen before. Then he lowered himself for a kiss. One long kiss to my lips, one to my cheek, and one to my forehead.



“One more time beautiful, just let me have you one more time before the night is over.”



I nodded, “Yes love.”



He kissed me once again and then looked at me as he pushed in forward. It felt so much different this way, maybe because I was more vulnerable and exposed. Whatever the case, it was so much more intense.



“You feel soo good baby.”



He pace started to fasten, then he let out a low grunt when he came, he pulled out limp.



He untied my hands, and held me in his arms, “You are so beautiful.”

“Baby,” I called to him, “I’m back.”



The apartment seemed to be empty, no lights on, o sound from the TV, I was starting to think he wasn’t here.



I smiled, standing in the door of our room looking at him, asleep on the bed. I dropped my bag quietly to the floor and approached him.



I kissed his cheek, “my sexy baby.”



And he was, I liked when he dressed in his sweats with his wifebeater and hat, I kind of emulated his style on this hot day in Oakland, I was wearing dark blue shorts, and a white tee, with a green hat.



To my surprise I see him open one eye, then close it. “No one told you to get on my bed.”



“Boy,” I said slapping him, “This our bed.”



“Get off for I make you get off.”



I made a face, and laid back down, making sure to rub up against him.



“Ay, motherfucka, I wasn’t playin with you.”



He sits up, and starts ticklin me, I’m in a fit of giggles.



“Hehe…stop….baby stop!”



“Didn’t I tell you to get off my bed?”



I couldn’t stop laughing.



“Didn’t I?”



“Yes…hehe….yes!”



He stops tickling me and pins me to the sheets staring down and me. He kissed my neck, then my cheek, then my lips, “Sexy trouble maker.”



“Hehe yes.”



We stare for a moment until he breaks the chance, “Guess what I brought for you?”



“What?”



He gets up, and I sit up to watch him get his gift. He plants candles around the room, it was so romantic, white candles.



“Aw…how sweet Cookie.”



Taking a match he lights each one, then



He hopes back on the bed, “They’re vanilla chocolate scented.”



“Yay! Chocolate….lol I’ma fat ass.”



“Indeed,” he kisses me, “But that’s my sexy ass.”



We start to passionately kiss, but before we get too far along I stop him. “Wait, wait, I got a surprise for you.”



I hope up and go over to my bag, “Kiwi wine coolers!”



“Yes,” he says grabbing for them, “Enough to make me tipsy, but not make me drunk enough to not remember…”



He leads me over to the bed lying me down, “Every…” kiss, “little..” kiss, “thing, that I’ma do to you.”



He starts to turn, so now I’m on top.



“Hehe I like where this is going.” I take off my shorts, and sit on his crotch, and feel it through his pants, “Why so hard?”



He smiles up at me, “I don’t know you tell me.”



I feel his stiffness (for use of a better word)



“Why dont you sit on it?”



I do, but don’t let it go in.



“Poke,” he puts his hands on my hips lowers my body, and as he slides in he asks, “Why so wet?”



I completely lower myself onto it, “I don’t know you tell me.”



He leans me over, so I’m laying completely flat on him, he takes my breasts into his mouth, and while doing so, slowly begins to grind up against me. I let out a moan, and he smiles, then sucks harder, I was in a daze. He looks up to me, “And how’d that feel love?”



“Soo good.”



His hands move to my ass and he lifts it, then begins to move faster, in and out, and it feels so good…”I’m suppose to be ridin you remember?”



“Too bad.”



And he goes even harder, he bites his bottom lip whenever he does this, and I think it’s cute. The cutest love face he makes. He stops, “Now you ride.”



I adjust my position, and start grinding at a slow face, and I watch his face change.



“You feel so good….so warm…so tight…”



It’s so cute. He watches as my breasts bounce back and forth with each movement, then he gets an idea.



“Bounce on it baby.”



As I begun, I watched his eyes close and his head roll back, “Shit when did you get good at this..”



I smile, and go faster.



“You like that?”



“Yes…I love when you bounce that sexy ass on me.”



I start to feel him swell, so I go as fast as I can, he lifts me off and motions my head towards his throbbing erection. He was still cumming, “That’s it baby…suck…swallow.”



He pulls out of my mouth, with his sitffness still dripping, on my face, on my breasts, he kisses me. “I wanna fill all of you with my love and I want all your love on me.”



He motions me back onto him, and sits my ass directly on his stiffness, his hands rest on my ass and he maneuvers me onto him, then he tells me to lay on him.



His hands wrap around my back and he embraces me.



I shift myself up and down, and he stops me. He closes his eyes, and lifts my ass an inch or so off him. Then he starts to thrust at his own pace, fast, and untaming, which sends me into ecstasy.



“Ba..by.”



“Yes love,” he pants.



“Mmm….I’m…cumming…it feels so good…”



He smiles, “That’s right baby…cum…”



I cum, which makes him cum, and then, worn, I just lay on him and we just breathe. We look up at each other and laugh at each other, “Lol, damn baby.”



I fall off of him then lay on my side, and laugh, “Baby, now that I think about it, we didn’t even drink the damn wine cooler.”



“Oh well,” he laughs. “Let’s drink em now.”



I open the wine cooler and we toast, to what I’m not exactly sure. But that’s how a good relationship goes, you never know what your doing or why, like why you make love with most of your clothes on.


:P



Lol, well never know

Steve and I had many adventures during our years at Uni. In fact we had a lot of adventures with a lot of people: including his girlfriend, Louise, who was the first girl I ever slept with. But of all the adventures, this was the one I was expecting least- the year before we left university for the outside world.



It was Christmas time and Steve was from far west in the UK, Devon. It was a long way away from where we were studying in London, and as such he didn’t get home much because it was a 6 or 7 hour drive or an impossible train journey, and anyway, he didn’t have a car. But as it was Christmas time, his dad was coming to pick him up.



Me and Steve had been sexual from the first time we met, during Freshers week. We’d done everything with each other- from petting to group sex- and he’d been responsible for my true sexual awakening. He had always been with Louise, but there was always a hint that maybe me and him were a better fit in some ways. We got on better that he and she did, they often had huge arguments and we didn’t, but it just never happened really. Not least, I suspect, because both Louise and he enjoyed fucking me so much, and because our party house, where we’d lived for three years at this point, was incredibly wild. Everyone was having sex with everyone else. There were 6 of us to start with, 3 boys and 3 girls, and we had ended up acquiring 2 more girls when two of the boys moved their girlfriends in. I had had sex with all 7 people in the house, and sometimes more than one at a time. Like I say, it was incredibly wild, and known all over the town for being sexually experimental.



However, just recently me and Steve had started having sex more alone, and doing it in secret. Louise had always known about me and Steve, but now we were sneaking around and locking ourselves in rooms or sneaking off to do it. Our house backed on to a large park, and some nights we would both wake at 2 or 3 in the morning and meet in the wilds of the park to have sex. And the sex had changed. We were still going at it like we always had: rough and with abandon. And it was still filthy. But a few times now, in fact a good few times, when we’d snuck off to do it in the park, or done it when we were alone in the house, the tone had changed. It was less about sexual gratification, less about pushing the boundaries and more about making one another happy. It was starting to feel like the love making I had often read about but never done, and I was beginning to think that maybe when uni ended we would end up together, but it was all very complicated currently. I was very confused.



That Christmas holiday, I was the only one left in the house other than Steve. I had to stay to work in my terrible Saturday job on December 23rd and was going home straight after. Steve too was waiting for his dad to drive and get him on the same day, so we were there a full week longer than the other 6 members of the house. I knew that it could actually be really good: Steve and I got on incredibly well, and having the house to ourselves all week, with no lectures to go to had to mean non-stop sex. In fact, I was rather hoping it would. But the problem of the ongoing indefinable nature of our relationship was becoming a problem, and I was feeling guilty and torn about Louise. Louise, who was the first girl I’d ever been with and who I had been very turned on by in the past, was becoming a problem in my life. This time last year we had been having sex on our own almost as much as Steve and I were now. There was never any suggestion of any romantic feeling between me and Louise, but we had gone to bed together a lot or had threesomes with Steve often. But now, the more she and Steve argued, the more I found myself on Steve’s side and the less Louise turned me on. By the time of this Christmas I hadn’t been with Louise in more than two months and it was me who was making excuses. In reality it was because I was falling for Steve, but I couldn’t admit that. Not even to myself.



I loved sex, still do, and back then I loved sex with anybody, girls, boys, girls and boys together…. Any combination. I was very adventurous and very orgasmic. I cum just from penetration and cum quickly and often. However, sex with Steve was different. From the first time we’d got off with one another on Freshers week, he had known exactly what to do, what to say, to turn me on. Who knows? Maybe that’s why I felt like I was falling for him.



This week looked set to be no exception, on the sex front though, and from about a week before he was clearly getting excited. In fact, a few days before the last member was set to leave the house, and on Louise’s last night before she went home, he sent me a text, which I read as I settled down to sleep:



“Glad Lou is leaving tomorrow. Can’t wait for it to just be me and you. You turn me on so much. Would say let’s meet in the park now but is snowy and we’ve got next week. Saving myself for you. Save yourself for me! : -)” I smiled as I read it and touched my naked pussy under the covers. I knew I needed to get a grip on my feelings, but that text had made my day.



And ever true to his word, three days later, from the moment the last member of the house had left on the Saturday night, he had jumped on me. Cathy pulled her suitcase out of the front door and called out,



“Have a nice Christmas you two!” from our respective parts of the house we had both shouted out our goodbyes. I was reading a book in my bedroom. The front door slammed and within seconds I heard Steve putting the dead-bolt on so that it couldn’t be opened from the outside. Hearing this, I composed my face and carried on reading, but hoped he was coming up to me. He ran up the stairs and towards my door.



“What are we going to do tonight, Steve?” I called. He arrived at my door, and shut it firmly behind him, pulling his jumper off as he did so.



“I can think of a few things.” He said. I laughed. I tried to act like I thought he was silly, but really I was longing for him.



“I meant more about dinner.” I said. He unbuckled his jeans and got on the bed with me. He pushed me down and kissed me, roughly, passionately.



“How can you think about dinner when we’ve got the whole house to ourselves?” I groaned as he pushed his fingers into my leggings and found me, already wet. I had shaved for him and had my best knickers on, but I wanted him to think that I wasn’t bothered. I smelt of Chanel No 5, and had worn it especially because I knew he loved the smell of it.



“We need to have a talk.” I said, from beneath the kisses. “We can’t keep doing this.” He rummaged inside my jumper for my boob. He moaned into my ear as he found it. “What about Louise?” But he didn’t answer, instead he just pulled my leggings and knickers off and buried his face in my snatch. We hadn’t been alone for a few weeks because of one thing and another, and as soon as he did that I wasn’t in the mood for talking either. I cried out and held his head in position.



That was just the beginning of that night. Soon he was in me and within the hour he had spunked all over my face and hair while I sucked him and fingered his arsehole. It was hardly love making, but it was intense and passionate and I didn’t care how he had me, as long as he had me. Laying on the bed, coming down from the many orgasms I’d had, Steve put forward an idea, how about we utilise the fact that nobody else was around to make a sex tape. I told him he was insane, but couldn’t stop laughing. This was truly brilliant in a truly typical-of-Steve way.



“What if someone finds it?” I objected, sweaty and breathless.



“No one will.” He said. “And if they do, everyone knows we’ve fucked. I can just say we did it pissed at some point. I won’t date stamp it!” I thought about it. I quite liked the idea of being filmed, and he was right, I mean, this wasn’t an affair. Even though it was starting to feel like one. One thing was for sure, I loved experimenting and Steve was the person I loved experimenting with most. I conceded that he was right and, excited, he lead me into his room, where loan and behold, his camcorder just happened to be ready and waiting. Just like everything with Steve, this was planned. I laughed- this had obviously been on his mind for a while.



He switched it on and held it in his hands, looking into the view finder.



“Touch yourself.” He said. I positioned myself on the bed, suddenly embarrassed. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, reading my thoughts, “You’ve got a beautiful body. Show it to me.” Hearted by the idea that he found me beautiful, and feeling suddenly beautiful, I shyly, gathered my 36FF breasts in my hands and stroked the nipples. “That’s it.” He said, approvingly. “Squeeze those big tits for me.” I closed my eyes and fondled them. “You’re hot, Michelle. Show me how turned on you are.” I was very turned on now, knowing the camera was capturing my every move. I opened my legs and touched myself with my right hand. I parted the lips of my pussy and slid in a finger. In a quieter voice than the one he had been using he said, “My God you’re beautiful.” And something in me stirred, but he clicked back into his porn voice quickly”Yeah, babe. That’s right. Show me that cunt.” I slid in another finger. “Frig yourself off for me, baby, make yourself cum.” Scarcely able to believe it myself, I found that I wanted to wank myself to orgasm for the camera, for Steve, I wanted it to see me at my sluttiest. “Tell me what you’re doing, Michelle.”



“I’m fucking my slutty little pussy for you.” I said, breathily, my hand getting faster, my fingers now on my clit.



“Mmmm yeah.” Steve said, behind the camera. “Is it tight in there?” He asked.



“So tight.” I replied, rubbing the nub of flesh above my hole. “So tight and wet. I need a cock in there.”



“You’ll get a cock in there.” He said. Don’t you worry. He walked over, still filming, and I carried on. He reached out and touched my boob. “I love this big boobs, Michelle.” He murmured. “I love sucking them and licking them. Do you like it when I do that?” I was hot with desire now, as my right hand continued to rub and rub at my hot little bean, as if my life depended on it.



“Yeah, I love it when you suck them and I love it when you put your cock between them and tit-fuck me and cum all over my face.” I noticed, with interest, that his cock was hard and standing to attention again.



“You’re so nasty.” He said, zooming in on my hand with the camera. “I’m going to destroy your cunt and your arsehole. How do you like that?”



“Fucking stick it in all my holes,” I said, nearly at the point of no return, “stick it in my dirty little cunt and my tight little arsehole and fucking fill me with your jizz!” I lost it and came, hot liquid gushing out of my pussy and onto the bed. Steve turned around and placed the camera on the chest of drawers, so it had a square view of the bed. The little red light assured me that the all seeing eye was still watching my every move. I lay, breathless and hot. He stood over me, his big rod standing to attention.



“Suck this.” He said. I gladly obliged, taking it in my hand and taking it to the back of my throat and choking on it, making the noises I knew turned him on.



He fucked my throat for a good five minutes before deciding that the camera needed to see me in all my glory, on all fours, getting fucked like a dog. I was sweaty and covering in running mascara and his previous load was still sticky on my face. He knew all too well that this was one of my favourite positions and that I would cum within seconds of his prick entering my honey pot from behind. Pulling my long, red hair and shouting obscenities I knew that my cunt was taking its toll on him as he swore and groaned and grunted as I came and came and came.



“You dirty fucking whore.” He said, crying out in rhythm with his thrusts and the convulsions of my orgasming vagina.” There’s nothing you don’t fucking love!” He slapped my arse and I screamed with pleasure.



“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I yelled, having forgotten the camera was even on. He continued to oblige, and my big tits swung beneath me. I lifted a hand and frigged my clit as he continued to bang me, his balls slapping me wetly with each stroke. I thought that he might cum too, but he very abruptly stopped and suddenly pulled his still hard cock out.



“I want to cum in your arse.” He declared, and I smiled. No pretentions here. He went over to the chest of drawers and picked up the camera. “And I’m going to film it from my point of view.” Filthy bastard. He came back behind me, and I remained in my position on all fours. He spat in my bum hole, and I felt the warm saliva dribble into my arse. “No fucking lube for this slut.” He said, presumably for the cameras benefit. I moaned. He lined his dick up with my rosebud. I moaned more as the first half an inch glided in.



“Argggggh.” I moaned, my head in the mattress beneath me.



“Man, that’s a tight fit.” He said, filming each painful inch as it invaded me. “You love that, you fucking slut.” I merely groaned in agreement. Within 30seconds he was all the way in and the pain began to subside as he picked up his pace. “Mmm, yeah.” He said, building up a rhythm. “Look at that fucking arse.” He sawed his cock in and out. “Such a tight fucking arse.” I rubbed my clitoris. “My arse. My little fucking arse that I fucked the virginity out of.” It was true, he had been the first man to take my arse, nearly three years before. Truth be told he was still the best I’d had in there, too. I knew he wouldn’t last very long in my bum, he never did, so I rubbed myself desperately to orgasm. Waiting for the inevitable cry that he was going to cum. Sure enough, just as I pushed my own hot box over the edge, he started to cum, withdrawing it as it began to spasm to show the camera. “I’m cumming all over you, you filthy whore!”



The camera got everything, and lying on the bed, sweaty and satisfied, we laughed at what it would be like to watch it back. The porny atmosphere of moments before had dissipated and we were back to being best friends who had incredible sex.



“Let’s have a shower and get a Chinese and then we can watch it later.” He suggested. I concurred.



We got in the shower together, and as he soaped up my hair with pink shampoo, he said what I had been thinking earlier in the day. “You know Michelle, I don’t think I should be with Louise anymore. I’ve been thinking this for a while.” I bit my lip. Reaching for the sponge. I rubbed soap on it and soaped up his chest. I enjoyed washing him, and noted how lovely his skin was as I rubbed the soapy mass in circles. I wanted to kiss his chest, I thought.



“Right.” I said. “Okay.” Trying not to betray any emotion.



“It’s not that we aren’t getting on.” He continued. “I mean, no more than usual,” a reference to their rows, “it’s just,” he seemed to be building up to something. “I want to be with you.” I turned around, seemingly to pick up the conditioner, but actually to compose my features. I had been thinking about nothing else for weeks. I didn’t say anything. I just stood and breathed and my head swum and I felt sick. Moments past and all that could be heard was the sound of the shower. “Have I just fucked everything up between us?” He asked, weakly.



“I want to be with you too,” I said, still not looking at him, “but it’s impossible Steve. What about the house?” He put his hands on my shoulders, turning me around. The warm water continued to splash down on us. “Uni’s over in six months.” He breathed in, I looked up at him. “And I’m in love with you.” He bent down and kissed me, tenderly, lovingly. I relaxed into the kiss. Despite everything that had gone on that evening, it was the most intimate thing we’d done. I felt like the world had suddenly exploded into technicolour.



And so we were in love. We agreed. And sat on the bed only minutes later, we started making plans. He rubbed my hair with a towel.



“No more sex with other people.” He said. “Unless it’s in a three or as a group and we both want it.” I nodded. I had experimented but I was getting tired of the constant bed swapping. For months I’d longed to wake up next to Steve and know he was the only one I’d be sharing my body with. He kissed my neck. “You’re beautiful, you’re fabulous, you intoxicate me. You’re all I want.”



“What about Louise?” I asked. He broke from kissing my neck.



“It’s over. I ended it yesterday.” I couldn’t believe it. All this time I had been worrying and he felt it too. I was ecstatic, and yet this was big news. I turned around.



“Oh my God. Is she okay?” He looked down and looked sad.



“She’ll be okay. She knew we weren’t going to make it after uni. Leave this all to me.” And he resumed kissing my neck. He laid me down and kissed my mouth. I stroked his back and sighed with pleasure, with lust, with love. I hadn’t felt like this the whole time, but there was just something wonderful between us. It was undeniable. He stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. “Now, Miss Parker,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “I can’t promise I will never fuck you like the little slut you are again,” I giggled, “But now I’m going to make love to you,” I closed my eyes, “And show you how loved and adored you are.” I sighed. He touched gently between my legs, and I opened them for him. He pushed himself inside me, and for the next hour we kissed and touched and sighed and giggled in a way that not only had I never done with Steve before, but that I had never done before full stop.



And that was the rest of the week. From Saturday through the following Friday evening we were inseparable. We slept in the same bed, snuggled together, Steve’s hard cock waking me each morning and his warm hands on my naked body. We fucked on every surface in the house and watched our filthy video more than once, laughing and cringing, but each time we watched always becoming turned on quickly. But every night we made love just as we had that first night, gently and almost silently, gazing into one anothers eyes and cumming together. I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for us both, now. Was this going to be an end to the past three years of mad sex and dirty experimentation? It seemed hard to believe it would, it was a way of life. But cocooned in this unreality of being alone in the house in the week before Christmas, I felt like I never wanted another man to be inside me ever again. I said this to him, on the Friday night, already a knot in my stomach about leaving him in less that 24hrs time, for my family Christmas back home in Oxford. He stared hard at me in the dark. He held my hand.



“You’re mine and I’m yours. If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do. Forever.” But I didn’t know if that’s what I wanted. I’d loved experimenting, not just with Steve but with other men and with all the girls. I’d fucked my way around the uni bars, I’d had sexual experiences with my friends, my brother, his friends, my housemates. But was that chapter now over, was this love we now had more important that all of that? I didn’t know, I wanted someone to tell me. And then, tenderly, Steve said something which would change everything for good. He got up and, padded, in the dark, to his chest of drawers. He got something from the top drawer, but in the dark, I couldn’t see what. He crawled back into bed with me. “It’s not much.” He said, sitting up under the covers and pulling on my left hand. “And I think I’m mad for asking this myself,” still clueless I began,



“What…?”



“Michelle Parker,” he said, “I want you to marry me. I want you to be my wife.” And there in his hand, was a ring that glinted in the moonlight that spilt in through the windows. It was the last thing in the world that I expected him to say.



“Oh my God.” Was all I could muster. “Oh my God.”



“Oh my God like ‘yes’, or oh my God like ‘you’re mental and we’ve been a couple for six days’?” he asked. I laughed, shock and joy and fear and excitement all in my stomach at once.

All characters are 18 years or older.



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My parents own a small clothing store that does quite well so I don’t need a part-time job after school or in the summers. I used to work in the store but soon quit going because Dad often criticized me in front of the staff. He seemed pleased that I quit going even though he often worked late and could have used help doing the inventory. Mom often offered my services when Dad announced that he had to go back to the store in the evening but he always declined, which I appreciated.



Mom, however, wasn’t too pleased. Eventually, together with other indicators, I came to believe that Mom suspected Dad of having an affair with one of the staff. Dad had hired a number of new people over the years since Mom had left the store and they were all fairly attractive women. With one exception, they were either single or single moms.



As with most good-looking women, Dad’s suspected dalliances hurt Mom. I often had the TV to myself when we were home because Mom would retire to her room shortly after Dad went back to work. On the days when he stayed home, he often read and totally ignored her, despite her attempts to keep up her looks through exercise, diet, dressing nicely, and getting fancy hairdos, all to no avail. Mom became withdrawn and unhappy. My father was quite an asshole.



Despite Mom’s depression, she maintained her health, always exercising and maintaining a healthy diet. However, her make-up suffered along with her wardrobe and her hair was often a mess. One day, I came home to find her with a very short cut that would have looked avant-garde on a woman with a more dynamic, positive outlook. I’m sure Mom had adopted the look simply because it was easier to care for and, in her mind, made her less feminine and therefore less attractive, thus explaining why her husband ignored her.



That triggered something inside me and I decided to find out for myself if Dad really was having an affair with one of the women at the store. Wouldn’t it be great to confess to Mom that I had falsely suspected Dad so she would know that her private suspicions were also unfounded?



Half an hour after closing on a Friday night I entered the store through a back-alley window whose lock I knew to be faulty. I crept through the mezzanine where we kept lots of old displays and mannequins until I could look down upon the main storage area behind the retail area and into Dad’s office off on the left side. The door to the office was open but I could have easily seen inside even if it was shut because the rear wall of the office was comprised of a large window so Dad could make sure nobody was slacking off. There was also a peek-hole into the main store designed to keep the staff vigilant.



Leaning back in his reclining swivel chair, Dad appeared to be thinking. He certainly wasn’t working on the books because the desk in front of him was oddly clear except for a roll of blue shop towels standing up on one end.



A woman breezed through the swinging doors that separated the retail area from the rear of the store. I sighed in disappointment. Crap, it was Mrs. Omed. I had been expecting one of the younger girls or even one of the single moms, maybe especially one of them. Dad wouldn’t be having a tryst with Mrs. Omed there. The night was lost. I’d have to try another time.



Mrs. Omed swept straight into Dad’s office, cash box in hand, which surprised me. When I had worked at the store, everybody knocked and waited to be acknowledged before entering Dad’s office, even if the door was open.



“Okay Ted, everything’s locked up.”



And that surprised me for a second time. Mrs. Omed called Dad by his first name, a huge no-no. He always called his staff by their first names but everyone had to call him Mr. Horlock.



“Tanya, how many times have I told you not to use my first name. You’re going to slip up in front of one of the other girls one day and that won’t be good.”



It wasn’t Dad’s tolerance for Mrs. Omed’s indiscretion that gave me my final shock. It was the way he had spun around in his chair, pants open and hard cock standing up, ready for action.



“Well, aren’t we touchy today, Mr. Horlock,” Mrs. Omed replied in a sassy voice.



“Enough playing around,” Dad waved his hand impatiently. Mrs. Omed complied with his silent command, falling to her knees in front of him. Dad immediately grasped the sides of her head and pulled her face toward him but she resisted.



“I only have time for this tonight, Ted,” she said, emphasizing Dad’s first name. “Norm’s rented a movie and is waiting to watch it with me.”



“Yeah, yeah,” Dad grunted, pulling Mrs. Omed’s head onto his lap. “Ahhhh, that’s it,” he cried, straining his legs and shoving his hips up.



Mrs. Omed’s head snapped back as her mouth filled with Dad’s cock but he pulled her back down to the seat as he fell back and kept her there while he thrust his cock rapidly in and out of her face.



“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this all day.”



Mrs. Omed mumbled something I couldn’t make out.



“God, you’ve got one fucking hot mouth, baby.”



Mrs. Omed mumbled again. It looked like she was trying to pull off but Dad was gripping her hair firmly with his right hand, pulling her to and fro, while his left cupped the back of her head to block any unauthorized retreat.



“Yeah baby, take it deep.”



Dad leaned forward and plunged his cock uncaringly in and out of Mrs. Omed’s mouth. This went on for quite a while, the air filled with my father’s heavy breathing and the occasional desperate gasp from Mrs. Omed when Dad released her long enough to gulp in some air.



Each time, Mrs. Omed’s head was quickly recaptured, remaining free just long enough for her to breathe and sometimes turn sideways to drool onto the plastic carpet protector. This always seemed to catch Dad by surprise and he drilled Mrs. Omed in the cheek but before thrusting his hips forward to shove his cock, squelching noisily, back into her mouth while pulling on her head for good measure. Mrs. Omed took this rough treatment without complaint. She even unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it off her arms, while her head was locked in front of Dad’s pistoning cock, and tossed it behind her. I guess she didn’t want it to get covered in drool and then have to wear it home.



“I swear, you’re the best little cocksucker I’ve ever had,” Dad huffed and puffed.



Squelch, squelch, squelch.



“But I’m still going to fuck you before you go, Norm or no Norm.”



Mrs. Omed yanked her head back, surprisingly breaking free of Dad’s grip, and spit on the floor.



“No you’re not,” she gasped. “I told you, I’m going home.”



“Just a quickie on the desk.”



“No,” Mrs. Omed sputtered.



“Come on. You know you love it from behind.”



“No,” Mrs. Omed insisted.



“Okay, but then you have to take it in the face.”



“For fuck sakes, Ted. You know I hate that.”



“Hey, you’re the one that wants Christmas off.”



Mrs. Omed unsnapped her bra and shucked it.



“Do it on my tits,” she said.



I actually stretched up and craned my neck in an attempt to see better despite the danger of being seen. I remembered that Mrs. Omed had a very full blouse for such a petite woman and I wanted to see her tits. I bet they were something to behold, slung low and overly meaty for her size. However, her back was mostly to me and all I could see were the sides of her melons as they swayed in front of her. My cock was hard as a rock.



“In the face if you want to go home to Normie right away.”



Dad twisted his head and looked at the roll of blue shop towels he had set in the middle of his desk. Mrs. Omed followed his gaze. I always wondered why Dad kept shop towels on his desk instead of Kleenex. I had thought it was because they were cheaper but now I knew better. Dad must have been doing this for years, even when Mom and I worked at the store. Vague memories surfaced of Dad insisting that I go home with Mom while he stayed late to “clean up a few things.” I guess he had a weird sense of humor.



Mrs. Omed flashed Dad what I suspected was a dirty look. “Asshole,” she said, but her posture slumped in resignation.



Dad grabbed Mrs. Omed by the top of her hair and pulled her onto his cock. The squelching started anew with increased vigor and when Mrs. Omed tried to pull her head away Dad followed her, rising out of his chair. Mrs. Omed fell back on her haunches and Dad stood over her, still holding her hair while jacking his cock, getting ready to spew all over her face.



“Wait, Ted, wait!”



Mrs. Omed struggled up to her feet. “Not on my face,” she said, gasping. “I don’t want to get it in my hair.”



“Get back down and take it,” Dad barked, breathing so raggedly I thought he was going to have a heart attack.



“No,” Mrs. Omed was defiant.



“You little bitch,” Dad yelled, trying to force Mrs. Omed back onto her knees with a hand still gripping her hair.



“Ted don’t,” Mrs. Omed cried, bending over, facing the ground, but refusing to get on her knees.



Dad tried to twist her face up so he could unload but relented, the moment of release obviously passing him by. He swore and instead of letting Mrs. Omed stand up, he dragged her head around and pushed her onto the desk, shouting, “You better wipe the drool off your fucking face before going home to Normie.”



Mrs. Omed’s head knocked the roll of shop towels over but she grabbed it before it rolled off the desk, tore off a couple of sheets, and started wiping the drool off her face. Dad watched her ass wiggle as she rubbed, patted her behind, and then slipped his right hand under her skirt.



“Stop it. I told you I don’t have time.”



“I’m just getting you primed for Normie.”



“Don’t be an asshole,” Mrs. Omed snapped, ripping off another sheet of shop towel.



I was surprised that Mrs. Omed didn’t bat Dad’s hand away. It was already moving under her skirt, rubbing back and forth but Mrs. Omed continued cleaning her face and seemed oblivious to his shenanigans.



“You’ve got a great ass, Tanya. When are you gonna let me have it?”



“Never.”



“Don’t hold your breath waiting for Normie to do it.”



Dad did something under Mrs. Omed’s skirt that made her lurch forward.



“Ted, I said no,” Mrs. Omed barked.



“Come on, you’ll love it,” Dad husked.



Dad’s hand rubbed in a slow, exaggerated arc, moving Mrs. Omed’s whole body to and fro. His other hand lifted her skirt and I could see her butt with his hand firmly ensconced between her tightly clasped thighs. Dad’s thumb was arched skyward and pressed into Mrs. Omed’s panties between her cheeks, wiggling like he was trying to push it into something.



“Ted, don’t.”



Ignoring her, Dad yanked her panties down to the top of her thighs. Her bare ass beckoned and I wondered why I had ignored it in favor of the smaller ones on the younger staff. It looked so inviting, bent over like that. Dad’s hand constantly moved between Mrs. Omed’s legs.



“Dooon’t,” she wailed.



Dad suddenly lowered his arm and pushed it in, moving further forward. Fuck, he had his fingers jammed way into her cunt. A different squelching sound drifted up to the loft as Dad rapidly finger banged Mrs. Omed, his hand squelching in and out. Holy fuck, it looked like he was getting even more than just fingers in there.



Mrs. Omed moaned, “Stop it,” but she complied when Dad’s left hand pressed on her back and lowered her tits onto the desk and she moved her legs farther apart when Dad kicked her foot.



The only sounds now in the store were the liquid squelching and a chorus of heavy breathing. Mrs. Omed’s legs began quivering and several times she rose up on her elbows until Dad pressed her back onto the desk.



Mrs. Omed was moaning constantly, her ass wiggling above trembling legs wrapped around Dad’s pumping fist, until one final thrust caused her to wail out loud. Mrs. Omed rose up on the desk, legs stiffening as she shuddered on Dad’s hand, and her wail turned to a whimper as she slumped onto the desk. Dad stared at her trembling cheeks.



“Fuck, I gotta have me some of that,” Dad he said.



Mrs. Omed lay quite still though she had to know what Dad was about to do. he fed his half-hard cock into Mrs. Omed’s well-plied hole and started pumping right away. Soon, he was rocking her back and forth on the desk with as little concern for her comfort as when he was punishing her face with his cock.



Dad fucked Mrs. Omed for quite a long time and she seemed in no hurry to finish despite her stated desire to go home to her husband. A couple of times, Dad pulled Mrs. Omed’s head up from the desk and twisted it so he could stick his fingers into her mouth. The enraptured expression on her face left no doubt that she wanted to be exactly where she was, doing exactly what she was doing.



When they finally came, noisily and together, Dad slowly ground his cock around Mrs. Omed’s butt, thigh muscles bulging with the effort of digging it in so deep. He seemed reluctant to leave her steamy warmth, which I understood. I wished it was my cock buried in her cunt. Eventually, Dad’s cock slithered out and he pulled his pants up while Mrs. Omed reached behind, still lying prone on the desk, and pulled up her panties.



“Okay, I’ll lock up and you can go home to Normie.”



Mrs. Omed shook her head, like there was no teaching an old dog new tricks. Laughing, Dad slapped her on the butt and her skirt fell into place when she jerked up.



“Don’t let Normie wear that out on me.”



“I wish,” Mrs. Omed replied sarcastically.



“I wish you’d let me do it on your face more,” Dad’s voice softened. “It isn’t that bad.”



“I told you, Norm’s waiting for me. Last time I was late getting to the restaurant and when I was brushing my hair in the restroom I saw some in my hair.”



“No shit?” Dad laughed.



“It wasn’t funny. Thank God it was hidden underneath and nobody saw it. As it was, I could still feel it on my face and I felt just horrible.”



“You shouldn’t be ashamed of getting what you want. Norm’s a good guy but he can’t give what you need, just like Lisa can’t for me.”



“Have you ever asked her?”



“Why bother? She doesn’t know how and wouldn’t anyway, but you sure do, don’t you?”



The lecherous tone returned to Dad’s voice as he patted the back of Mrs. Omed’s skirt.



“You’re not getting any of that.”



“Yeah, well you said you’d never let me come on your face either.”



“Maybe I won’t anymore.”



“If you give me your ass, I’ll leave your face alone.”



“Yeah, right. You want to come on my face every time.”



“That’s ’cause you always say no.”



“I’m not letting you in my butt, even for two weeks off at Christmas.”



“Did I say just Christmas? You can have Thanksgiving too. You’ll love it, you know…”



Dad turned the light off and their voices trailed off as they made their way to the front of the store. I waited in the dark until I was sure they were both gone.



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Well, I guess I’d discovered what I wanted to know. What did I do now? I couldn’t tell Mom. Christ, my own feelings were a mess. On the one hand, I hated Dad for doing this to Mom but on the other I was tremendously excited about the way he had treated Mrs. Omed.



I mean, Mrs. Omed, of all people. I remembered her as prudish, tightly wound-up, and bossy to the girls, kind of like a little matriarch. Yet, there she was, taking a throat fucking and almost a load on her face, followed up by a hard pounding from behind, from her boss.



Her boss. Was that the ticket. Dad had been so confident, so dominant, and this normally in-control woman had subjugated herself. For what? An extra week off over the holidays? That wasn’t the real reason. No way. She had prostrated herself before my Dad because he was strong, and because he was, he got her to do things like they did on the porno sites. Except, they were paid to act, no matter how real they tried to make it. But this, what I had just witnessed, wasn’t an act, and I was convinced the ‘pay’ was incidental.



Mrs. Omed obviously wanted to get fucked. Why else would she leave her butt so provocatively presented after Dad bent her over the desk? She could have easily got up after getting the shop towels but she didn’t. Yes, Dad was rough but Mrs. Omed invited it.



I wondered if Dad ever treated Mom like that? Mrs. Omed acted like he was incapable of acting differently and the shop towel convinced me they, or at least Dad, had been doing this for years. Dad hadn’t started the store, he had inherited it from his father. Had Dad always treated women that way and did they always succumb to him? Mom had worked in the store with Dad when his father still owned it. I knew Mom and Dad met when she started working at the store when his father still ran it. Was Mom the only one who wouldn’t submit, or did he not even try like he intimated to Mrs. Omed because she was the marrying kind? Or had she, and he just tired of her? If so, did she miss it?



On the long walk home, I convinced myself it was the former. Dad couldn’t handle being a ‘Norm’ and Mom was the marrying kind, the kind that wasn’t a lot of fun, but the type his father would approve of.



“Where were you?” Dad asked when I came in. He was pouring himself a drink and still looked smug.



“Out for a walk,” I answered. “Where’s Mom?”



“In bed, I guess.” I could tell he didn’t much care where she was.



I went upstairs, walking softly so I didn’t wake Mom. Her door was open and the light was on. I looked in, prepared to say hi but she was lying on her stomach, arms stretched over a pillow, holding a book in front of herself, reading. The covers were thrown back, falling over the end of the bed onto the floor.



It had been a hot summer so far and Mom was wearing a short nightie, lying with her legs apart and one foot raised. I looked up her legs and into the darkness between her thighs, wondering if she was wearing panties underneath. My cock swelled up and I remembered that I had come in my pants while watching Dad and Mrs. Omed, although I didn’t know at which point. I needed to shower, but something held me in place.



Mom had nice legs, I noticed, as if for the first time. Sure, I knew Mom was good looking, much prettier and with a better figure than Mrs. Omed, but I had never evaluated her appearance from a sexual perspective. Mom had long, sexy legs and the twin orbs cresting beneath her nightie hinted of a similarly appealing derriere. I imagined Mom bent over Dad’s desk, like Mrs. Omed, and touched myself just as her head twitched to the side, as if suddenly aware that someone was behind her. I stepped past the door before she could turn around far enough to see me.



I took a long shower and stood out of the spray so I could jack off without any telltale sounds giving me away. I tried hard but couldn’t remember ever hearing Mom and Dad having sex, even though their bedroom was only ten feet away across the hall, except for maybe three or four times. Did they do it during the day? Did Dad sneak home for afternooners?



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“Because I haven’t been sleeping well,” Mom snapped.



Dad raised his hands and backed off. I was still sitting at the dining room table, eating my dessert, and my parents were in the living room.



“I’ve been tired lately,” Mom’s tone became apologetic. “I haven’t been myself.”



“Maybe you should have a nap in the afternoon,” Dad suggested.



My ears perked up. Was this it?



“Yes, maybe I should. Are you working again tonight?”



“No, but I probably will be tomorrow. We have a new order in so I might miss dinner.”



“I thought it came in last week.”



“That was another one.”



“Oh, alright. I’ll leave something in the oven for you.”



“Don’t bother, I’ll get something downtown.”



“Suit yourself.”



“Rob? Are you going to be home tomorrow afternoon?”

“Me? Uh, yeah, I think so.” I thought for a moment, then said, “No, I won’t. I have to go over to Rick’s.”



“Oh.” Dad looked at Mom. “Maybe I can swing by for a while tomorrow afternoon.”



“Okay,” Mom looked pleased but not convinced.



I couldn’t stop thinking about that exchange all night. I became convinced that Mom and Dad were going to have an afternooner. Why else would he make sure I wouldn’t be home? This was my chance to see if Dad treated Mom like he did other women. I had tried, but I couldn’t remember much about the times I had heard them having sex except that they had just been a bunch of muffled sounds.



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The day dragged slowly, not long after lunch I made a big production of leaving so Mom would know I wasn`t home.



“See ya,” I yelled as I left. “I may not make it home for supper. I might be quite late,” I added.



There was no response from Mom. I closed the door and revved the car a couple of times before leaving. Parking the car a couple of blocks away, I returned to the house, my eyes peeled for Dad’s car even though I was coming from the opposite direction from where he would come. I climbed onto the garage roof and into my room through the window. Dad’s car wasn’t there.



Cautiously, I listened at the barely cracked open door to my room, trying unsuccessfully to locate Mom in the house. The place was dead quiet, so I stayed where I was. I dared not move lest a floor creak give me away. Time passed. I lay down on the carpet, my head near the door. I stretched out my legs to get comfortable waiting for Dad’s arrival.



My eyes opened and I jerked my head up from the carpet. Fuck. I had dozed off.



What was that? I listened intently. Nothing.



Was Dad home? I looked at the window and started to push myself up but stopped. I couldn’t check without risking a telltale squeak. I got onto my knees but remained there in a crouch, ear spanning the gap between the door and the jamb. I was breathing shallowly but it was deafening in my ear.



“Mmmmm.”



The affect of that faint sound on me was incredible. Every muscle tingled, especially in my scrotum. I looked down at myself and kicked myself for not getting changed earlier. How could I sneak up for a peek into Mom and Dad’s room in my jeans?



“Mmmmm.”



There it was again. My ears weren’t playing tricks on me.



“Mmmmmm.”



How had Dad managed to get in the house without me hearing? Was it part of their foreplay? Did he sneak into the house and take her like some kind of intruder? Having watched my father with another woman, it wouldn’t surprise me if he played some kind of kinky game with Mom.



“Mmmmmm.”



Shit, he must be eating her out. I’ve got to get ready. I stood up, teetered, started to grab the door for support, realized the folly of that, and took a single step sideways, thankfully managing to regain my balance without making any noise. Carefully, I made my way to the bed and quietly removed my clothes. I started taking off my shorts, then stopped, realizing that if I was caught, it wouldn’t look good if I was stark naked. I made my way back to the door.



“Mmmmm.”



I pulled the door open, congratulating myself on possessing the smarts to have oiled the hinges the previous night.



“Mmmmmm.”



That was louder but probably because I was in the hallway. I started toward Mom’s room, moving very slowly.



“Mmmmmm.”



My cock was so hard it was trying to break through my shorts, painfully stretching the material up beyond the waistband. I grasped my shorts and pulled them away from my stomach, letting my cock spring free. Carefully, I let the waistband relax so it wouldn’t snap noisily back and congratulated myself again for keeping my wits about me.



“Mmmmm…oh, yesss.”



My chest constricted. Mom was really getting into it. I couldn’t hear any other noise, so Dad couldn’t be fucking her yet. I took two more steps, then paused to listen.



“Mmmmmm, nice.”



Mom’s appreciation was followed by a brief liquid-like squelching noise.



“Yesss.”



More squelches.



My cock lurched, even though the waistband of my shorts held it tight against my stomach. I pushed my shorts down to my knees, then stooped to shove them over my feet, lifting one leg at a time. I turned and tossed them toward my door but they fell short and landed in the hallway.



Squelch, squelch, squelch.



“Ohhhh, yess.”



Dad was there! He had to be eating Mom to make such squishy sounds without the concomitant noise of depressed mattress springs. He couldn’t be just fingering her unless he was pushing his whole hand into cunt, like he did with Mrs. Omed. My cock oozed its special cream. Fuck, oh fuck, I had to see this! I closed the remaining distance to the door, took a deep but controlled breath, and peered inside.



Mom was lying on her bed. Alone!



She was face down, lying on a pillow but lower than before, under her stomach instead of her chest, and she wasn’t reading. I couldn’t see her head, just her hair, but I saw enough that I could tell she was looking to the right. I looked that way and found myself staring at the open door to the bathroom, wondering if Dad was inside. Fear of impending discovery gripped my mind but not enough to make me retreat.



Nothing happened. Dad didn’t come out and I couldn’t hear any noises in the bathroom. I looked back at Mom and saw that she wasn’t actually looking at the bathroom. She was looking at the TV hanging on the wall beside it, watching the porn movie quietly playing on the screen. I could barely heard it from the doorway.



“Mmmmm.”



I turned and faced into the doorway. Mom was wearing the same nightie, or one a lot like it, that I had seen her in before but now it was pulled up onto her back leaving her ass bare. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her legs were open, wider than before, and her behind was moving up and down, just a little. My eyes followed its movements for a minute before I noticed something between Mom’s legs.



Her hand?



Yes, but something else too. Something black and shiny, glistening with moistness, appearing and then disappearing.



A dildo.



Fucking hell, Mom was doing herself with a big dildo, her ass gently moving up and down with a steady rhythm. As I watched her over the next few minutes, I noticed her thighs flexing more strongly with each passing moment and her buttocks clenching tighter with each downward thrust, pausing on the downswing for a microsecond longer each time. A very controlled, intense self-fuck.



The air was filled with a lot more “Mmmmm’s” now and each one was more prolonged. Mom was getting into it, becoming hornier and hornier just like I was. I don’t know when I started jacking off but suddenly became aware that I was stroking my cock and clutching my balls. I had dangerously moved several feet forward, unaware that I had done so, and was only five feet or so from the bed.



I looked at the TV. A large man wearing a medieval-looking, studded leather outfit was slowly shoving an impossibly large cock in and out of a woman dressed in a simple white dress that had fallen up her back as she hunched over on her knees. Her hands were tied behind her and the giant man held them in one hand while he slapped her ass with the other.



I looked back at Mom, suddenly conscious of the fact that if it wasn’t for the muted sound from the TV, Mom could probably hear my own breathing that had become much more excited during the past few minutes.



I had to get out of here!



I started to take a step back but stopped mid-step. What was Mom wearing? There was something black around her head. I leaned forward, peering to see what it was. A mask. Mom couldn’t even see what was on the TV!



I started retreating again but was still leaning forward and I stumbled, my foot falling more heavily on the floor but still barely making a sound. I don’t know what gave me away, that silent footfall or my breathing, but Mom suddenly lifted her head.



Mom’s ass had frozen on the up-stroke, the black dildo plainly showing, half embedded in her pussy. Her head twisted further. She would easily be able to let go of the dildo and remove the mask before I could make it to the door. I was trapped!



I was nailed to the floor, not breathing. Mom’s neck showed the strain of craning around to ‘look’ behind her. She was listening as intently as I was desperate not to make a sound. I needed to breathe.



Please, turn away. Please Mom. It’s nothing. There’s nobody here. Not even Dad.



Dad? Of course. Mom was expecting Dad. All of this was in preparation for his entrance. That’s why she didn’t call his name. That would ruin their role-playing game. I had only one chance and I took it.



I ran toward the bed, jumped, and pounced on Mom, pinning her legs and grabbing the back of her neck, then forced her head down into the bed, controlling it the way I had seen Dad do with Mrs. Omed. Mom waited, panting heavily.



What now? I couldn’t just leave. I had to do something. I couldn’t fuck her. After all, she was my mother. Spying on her was one thing, actually touching her quite another, but I had to do something. I reached down and took possession of the dildo. Uncertain at first, but with more confidence, I moved it in and out of Mom’s pussy, keeping my other hand on the back of her neck to immobilize her head.



After a minute or two, without any struggle from Mom and, in fact, complete acceptance, I relaxed. I let my hand slide down from Mom’s neck to caress her back, following along her spine until I reached the bare skin in the small of her back. Tentatively, I moved my hand onto Mom’s ass and brushed my fingers back and forth across her buttocks, eventually pausing to let my fingertips trail up her crack.



Awesome! Fucking awesome!



Mom lifted her ass in a silent request for more, of my fingertips or the dildo I didn’t know, so I gave her more of both. She arched her back so I knew I had done well. I slipped my left hand up Mom’s back, under the nightie, taking my fill of her bare skin. I couldn’t believe that Dad could do what he did with this waiting for him at home.



I stretched my hand right through the nightie and up onto the back of Mom’s neck, pinching my fingers around it in a controlling clutch. If there was a message in my touch, Mom got it because she arched her back even more and ground her uplifted ass around the dildo when I sunk it in deep. She moaned loudly.



Oh Jeez, that fucking sound almost made me come. I looked down at my hard cock waving above Mom’s bare ass, at hers churning on the dildo, and pulled it out. Mom groaned, a magnificent, disappointed plea.



I stared at her gaping pussy lips, trembling before me, aching to be parted, so the cavern they protected could be filled. I put my hand on my cock and bent it toward Mom’s gaping cunt.



No! She’s Mom!



I let my hand slide off my cock or, more accurately, shoved it off. It collided with Mom’s mewling ass. Slowly, I clenched my fingers into a fist and ground my knuckles into Mom’s pussy lips. She moaned loudly again. I opened my hand, let my fingers find her lips, and slipped inside.



So wet, so deliciously wet, and warm. I had never been with a woman. I had only watched porn and felt up Margaret Wenton on a couple of dates. Were women actually supposed to be hot?



I worked my fingers in and around Mom’s pussy, twisting my hand while my fingers stretched out in eager exploration. Mom’s moans told me she loved what I, what ‘Dad’, was doing. I closed my fingers together, as if I was about to shake someone’s hand, like Dad had done with Mrs. Omed, and pushed.



“Ohhoowwwwohhhhh,” Mom groaned.



I stopped but when Mom didn’t complain further, I pushed in again.



“Mmmmmm.”



Farther.



“Ohhhhh, God.”



Twist.



“Oh Jesus, oh God. Ted!”



At that moment I realized my thinking Mom was waiting for Dad was only an assumption. She might have been expecting a lover. So why did she suddenly freeze, her ass just starting to hump back for more? What was wrong? She had called Dad’s name. Was that a no-no in their game? I pulled my hand back a bit but then pushed immediately back in, twisting my hand to force her love tunnel open. Mom relaxed and her ass started squirming around my hand again. She must think she was forgiven.



I had a ball for half an hour after that. I worked and teased and bludgeoned Mom’s cunt with my fist. I alternately tickled and stroked her ass, back and neck, and grabbed her head forcefully, then leaned with my elbow across her lower back while I frigged her furiously with my whole hand. She went nuts. She was so desperately horny I wondered how long Dad had ignored her. She craved my hand, groaning and moaning, even wailing at the end, shouting her orgasm to the world as her pussy flooded its pent-up dam over my arm. In the end, I was leaning over a whimpering sack of quivering, moist flesh, my cock wavering hungrily above a trembling, oh so feminine ass.



I looked down at that gorgeous ass and thought, paraphrasing my father, I’m going to have me some of that.



I straddled Mom’s thighs and used my feet to push her legs together.



You can’t.



Ignoring my conscience, I leaned forward and pushed Mom’s nightie up her back, all the way to her neck. She moved her arms above her head in compliance and I shoved the nightie up her arms but left it covering her head. I placed my hand on Mom’s shoulders, paused for the briefest moment, then slipped them underneath her and grasped her tits.



What wonderful nipples! Long and hard. My fingers tweaked, rolled, pulled, stretched and tugged them this way and that. I was leaning so far forward, crouching over Mom, that my head was right above hers. I pushed myself lower and felt my cock slide between her cheeks until the tip fell between her legs, bumping against her lower lips.



I’m going to have me some of this.



I pushed into her lips.



No! She’s Mom!



But wouldn’t she expect Dad to fuck her? Wouldn’t it be a big put-down if he didn’t even want to fuck her? I had to…for Mom’s sake. I had to fuck her.



I pushed inside until Mom’s lips enveloped my helmet. Mom moaned at the same time as me. I started to shove it in farther, wanting to ram it all the way in to the hilt, but suddenly yanked it out instead. Mom groaned.



I leaned forward and my cock skidded up Mom’s crack. I pushed it between her cheeks and started moving. There was no finesse. I went wild. I’m sure it looked like a mad man had attached himself to Mom’s back. I humped and humped and humped. I can only thank the stars that I didn’t cry out or mumble sweet nothings to my beautiful mother. She was so awesome, and her ass cheeks felt so wonderful, but I wanted to be inside her pussy instead.



I probably didn’t last more than three or four minutes but the amount I unloaded onto Mom’s ass probably would have taken my father a month to produce. I sat up and slowly gouged my cock through her cheeks, wrenching every exquisite tingle from my sore cock. Exhausted, I sat still, astride my mother, looking down at the crevice between her cheeks, filled with my cum, and wondering what to do next.



Would I have to run away? Would she look before I got to the door?



Those thought yanked my mind from the heights of elation crashing down to harsh reality. Mom had been expecting Dad. I was lucky he hadn’t come home and found us but he could be here any minute! I had to get the fuck out.



I worked my way down Mom’s legs until I could step backward off the bed. As soon as I backed my way to the door, I fled to my room and burst inside, then belatedly grabbed my shorts from where they had landed in the hall. Thank God I didn’t forget them. I dressed quickly and climbed out the window, jumped off the garage roof, and ran to the front of the house, then to the neighbors in the direction Dad usually drove home. I had to head him off, let him know I was home so he wouldn’t try to take his afternooner with Mom. If he came in a second time, she would know something was wrong. I waited for hours but Dad didn’t come until dinner time.



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I was afraid to go into the house but knew I had to. I half expected to be attacked as soon as I got in the door, sure that Mom knew it had to have been me when Dad made his excuse for not getting home in the afternoon. However, everything was fine. Mom treated me the way she always did but she was more attentive than usual with Dad. I thanked my lucky stars that Dad didn’t apologize about forgetting to come home and Mom didn’t mention his supposed visit. All I could do was hope they didn’t talk about it alone after they went to bed.



It eventually dawned on me that Mom was acting like any woman who had recently made love to her mate. She was softer, more feminine, and in a good mood, but Dad was his normal aloof self. His whole demeanor spoke volumes. This was simply where he ate and slept, but Mom acted as if something was different.



We were sitting in the living room, watching TV, when Mom asked Dad, “Are you coming home tomorrow afternoon?”



Every muscle in my body went rigid. This was it. Dad would say ‘yes’ and that he was sorry about not making it today. I got ready to make a run for it.



“No, maybe Thursday,” Dad replied off-handedly, looking like he didn’t want to be bothered.



Mom smiled and left it at that.



That night, I struggled with the fact that I had almost fucked my mother. The only saving grace was that, in the end, I had come to my senses. Still, I had spewed my spunk all over her ass and I couldn’t forgive myself completely, at least, not that easily. I swore that it would never happen again. I was lucky to have gotten away with it, and luckier still that I hadn’t actually gone all the way. I would take that luck to the bank and never be bad again.



Within the hour, my hand had found my cock and my mind filled with visions of Mom, blindfolded, waving her ass under my nose, begging to be taken.



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I had been sitting in place for almost an hour before Mrs. Omed came to the back, got her coat, and returned into the store. I heard her saying goodbye to ‘Mr. Horlock’. Obviously, others were still in the store. Several more goodnights followed before the outer lights dimmed. Shit, they were all going home. I had hoped to see another session between Dad and Mrs. Omed. I thought maybe she might give him her ass tonight but she had been the first one to leave.



Footsteps and voices approached. The domineering was my father, the pleading one I didn’t recognize. Dad burst through the curtain and strode into his office, followed by a woman in maybe her late twenties. She was blonde, slim and attractive.



“Please, Mr. Horlock. I need this job.”



Dad had seated himself and was looking at some papers on his desk. He waved off-handedly at the young woman to signal he didn’t want to hear anymore.



“I don’t know why Mrs. Omed said that. I sometimes forget about the accessories but I know I can do better. I can sell more. Please, Mr. Horlock, my little boy…”



Ahhh, it was one of the single moms. Dad swiveled around in his chair.



“What about your son?”



The woman looked crestfallen, visibly shrinking in front of my father.



“He’s in little league now and I won’t be able to afford, I mean, if I lose my job, how will I be able to pay…”



Dad stood up.



“All right now.”



He put his arms around the sobbing woman and pulled her close, patting her on the back.



“Nobody’s going to lose their job…yet.”



The sniffling woman pulled her head back to look at my father.



“No?”



Dad pulled her close again. “No,” he said, patting her back.



The woman sobbed, then spread her arms and curled them around Dad in a big hug.



“Oh, Mr. Horlock, you don’t know how…”



Her voice abruptly cut off as Dad’s hands slid down from her shoulder blades to her waist and then farther, onto her supple buttocks.

“Mr. Horlock?”



“There, there. We’ll give you another chance.”



Dad’s hands clutched the woman’s cheeks.



“Mr. Horlock…”



Dad released the woman and sat down in his chair. He took her hands in his.



“Look, I know how important it is to provide a good home for your son, maybe even buy him extra things, so if your performance improves…”



Dad paused, looking up at the woman.



“Here, come down here where we can see each other eye to eye.”



Dad pulled on the woman’s hands and she fell to her knees on the carpet in front of him.



“That’s better. Now, where was I? Oh yes. If your performance improves to the point that I’m satisfied with it, you can keep your job, and I’ll even give you a little raise.”



Dad’s hands slid up the outside of the woman’s arms and onto her shoulders, then back down but this time he pushed them under her arms and held her sides, by her breasts.



“Mr. Horlock…”



“We’ll even start you off with a little bonus.”



Dad’s hands moved down to the woman’s waist, the back up along her sides.



“Mr. Horlock, I…”



“That’s much better than losing your job tonight, isn’t it?”



The woman didn’t answer. Dad moved his hands again, this time more slowly and suggestively, palms pressing in against the side of her breasts.



“Isn’t it?” he asked.



The woman said something but I couldn’t hear.



“What’s that?” Dad’s voice was more confident, demanding.



“Yes,” the woman replied meekly.



“Of course it is,” Dad said benevolently, moving his hands to the front of the woman’s dress.



She looked down and to the side while Dad rubbed his palms on the front of her dress. Despite the forward cant of her head, her blonde hair was long enough to remain hanging over her shoulder. Still, with her head to the side, I could see that she was pale with fine features, a delicate woman. She suddenly stiffened and I knew that Dad, keeping his palm pressed against the front of the dress, had closed his fingers to take in the full form of her breasts.



“Everything will be fine, Jennifer, you’ll see.”



Evidently satisfied with the way things were going and confident about where they were headed, Dad released Jennifer’s breasts and slid his hands around to the back of her neck. He fumbled with the hook for a few seconds and then slid the zipper down the back of her dress. Jennifer shivered as her back was exposed but didn’t interfere.



“You’re such a pretty girl. It’s a shame your husband was such a deadbeat, it really is, but you’re better off without him. Things don’t have to be so hard on you, you know, you don’t have to do it all on your own.”



While he was talking in his slithery voice, Dad unsnapped the back of Jennifer’s bra and pushed its straps and the dress down her arms to her elbows. She was very slender. He sat back and looked at the woman, who was still kneeling before him, face turned down and to her left, as if ashamed of her exposure and that she was allowing it to happen.



“That’s better. I’m sure things will start looking up from now on,” Dad smiled.



He put his finger under Jennifer’s chin, lifted her face and turned it toward him.



“Things are going to get better, aren’t they?”



“Yes,” Jennifer mumbled.



“Of course they are.”



Dad took Jennifer’s right hand and placed it on his pants, directly on the noticeable bulge there.



“Let’s see what kind of bonus you’re worth, shall we?”



Jennifer didn’t move.



“Well, get on with it.”



Jennifer jerked and pulled her hand away to cover her mouth, stifling a sob.



“Enough of that,” Dad barked. He unzipped his pants and pulled her hand back, stuffing it inside his zipper. “That’s it, don’t be afraid. Just wiggle your fingers a little.”



I couldn’t see if Jennifer complied with his demand because her head was in the way.



“Wiggle them!”



“Yeah, that’s it. See what you can do. He really likes it. Look how you’ve made him grow. Oh yeah, I can see you’ve got a talent for this. Ahhhhh, shit yeah.”



Jennifer moved her head and, from my vantage point in the loft above and slightly to the left behind Jennifer, I could now see her fingers moving inside Dad’s pants.



“You want to see it, don’t you?”



Dad didn’t wait for an answer.



“Take it out. Go ahead, you can look at it if you want.”



Jennifer shook her head.



“Take it out!”



Jennifer fumbled in Dad’s pants for a few seconds but finally managed to pull his cock out.



“There you go. Bet your loser husband didn’t have one like that, did he?”



Jennifer shook her head. Dad might be a braggart but he did have a decent sized cock. It pleased me to be a recipient of my father’s genes and, as disgusting as this scene was, I was fascinated by it and my father’s unrepentant exercise of power.



“Jack it,” Dad commanded.



Jennifer curled her delicate fingers around Dad’s shaft and hesitantly stroked it up and down.



“Grip it harder.”



“Move your hand all the way up and down.”



“Right over the head. That’s it. Squeeze it. Ahhhh, yeah. Keep doing it like that.”



Jennifer moved her hand up and down and Dad leaned back to enjoy it. After a while, he leaned forward and pawed her breasts. I could see his right hand cupping her left breast.



“You’re not very big. I bet you had nothing before you had a kid but they’re not too bad now. A little slopey, but you got nice nipples.”



He pinched her nipple and pulled her tit away from her chest.



“Do you like that?”



Jennifer shook her head but her hand never stopped moving.



“You know what they say about women with small tits?”



Jennifer shook her head again.



“They’re good cocksuckers,” Dad laughed loudly. He stopped laughing abruptly. “Are you a good cocksucker Jennifer?”



She shook her head.



“You mean to tell me that deadbeat husband of yours never made you suck his cock?”



Jennifer shook his head.



“What a wiener,” Dad laughed but abruptly became serious. “Get on it.”



Jennifer looked up at him.



“Come on, enough with the hand. Put your mouth on it.”



Jennifer kept looking up at Dad, unmoving, like a deer caught in head lights.



“Come on,” Dad urged, displacing her hand on his cock with his own and placing the other on top of her head.



He pulled her head forward and fed his cock into her mouth. Jennifer sputtered and Dad pulled his cock back.



“Too big?” Dad laughed. “That’s okay, you’ll get used to it.”



He jammed it back into Jennifer’s mouth but when she sputtered again he ignored her, knotted his fingers in the hair on top of her head and pulled her onto his cock. He didn’t stop until Jennifer choked and yanked her head back, gagging. Dad laughed and as soon as she stopped coughing, he jammed his cock back into her face.



“Deeper, come on, you can do it.”



Jennifer tried to grab Dad’s cock but he batted her hands away.



“Okay, we’ll work it in slowly.”



Dad grabbed both sides of Jennifer’s head and started flexing his hips, fucking into her face. She kept trying to pull her head back but couldn’t. Dad kept up a steady rhythm but didn’t go too deep and after a while until Jennifer seemed to relax. I guess she had learned to handle the assault, the brutal invasion of my father’s meat in her mouth. When she was taking his cock easily, he started pulling on her head and shoving it in deeper. Every few thrusts, Dad pulled out and let Jennifer clear her throat, but shoved his meat back into her mouth quicker each time.



I was amazed by how quickly Jennifer adapted to Dad’s cock plunging deep into her mouth. At first, she had barely been able to take his head in but now Dad was pulling her face all the way down to his balls and holding it there for a few seconds before releasing her and letting her head pop off his cock and then, right away, pulling her back onto it.



This went on for a while and I wondered when Dad was going to stand up and bend Jennifer over the desk like did to Mrs. Omed but when he started breathing harder and harder, I knew he wasn’t going to. He was going to unload on her face, the way Mrs. Omed wouldn’t let him. Sure enough, Dad suddenly held Jennifer’s head firmly in place and thrust frantically in her face. He was gasping and moaning really loud. He stood up in a half crouch and continued plunging into Jennifer’s upturned face.



Then he was yelling, making weird, primeval sounds, coming in her mouth, grabbing his cock and pulling it out, steering it around her face, covering her with his spunk. Only when the last drop dripped off his cock did he release her hair.



“Lick it clean,” he commanded.



Jennifer dutifully took Dad’s cock back into her mouth and sucked until he pulled it out, satisfied. He turned around, grabbed the roll of shop towels, tore off several sheets, and threw them at her.



“Clean yourself up.”



He stuffed his cock away and zipped up. Jennifer had stood and was getting some more shop towels, her dress sliding unnoticed over her slim hips and down her legs to the floor, revealing a pair of cheap cotton panties barely covering a nice, tight little butt. Dad admired her pear-like cheeks and patted the right one.



“I was right. You’re a great little cocksucker, Jennifer, and you’ve got a nice little ass to boot. Too bad you wore me out with your mouth. Look, here’s a hundred for you and another to get some extra babysitting for your kid. I want to see you tomorrow, no, make that Thursday. I’ll have a talk with Mrs. Omed tomorrow to straighten her out and let her know about your raise. Now, go pick out some nice under things from the store for yourself, and maybe a dress or two. Nothing too expensive, mind you.”



Dad stuffed the bills into Jennifer’s hand.



“Don’t worry kid. You got a job here for life it you keep that up.” He looked down her front. “And don’t forget the panties. Those things don’t do justice to what you got under there.”



Jennifer stooped to pick up her dress and pulled it up. She zipped up without putting the bra on, holding it in her hand with the money.



“Listen, honey. If you start having second thoughts, think about your kid and how you’ll get another job if I spread the word that you’re a little thief.”



Jennifer looked indignant and started to protest but was stopped by Dad’s sneering smile.



“It’s a tough world, kid. Run along home now and don’t be calling in sick tomorrow.”



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My father had always been a tough employer but I had never known he was a real bastard. I mean, he was a real heel, a miserable fucking cunt. But, look at the awesome sex he got. The thought of what he was going to get on Thursday made my cock throb. I had come in my pants again and now, after a long shower, sitting in my room, I was hard again.



Tomorrow, Dad would be busy with Mrs. Omed, and Thursday it would be Jennifer’s turn again. I wanted to see that, but tomorrow, Mom would be waiting for Dad in the afternoon. Would he come? I had my doubts but I had to be sure. I called Jessica.



“Hey Jessica, how are you?”



“Yeah? That’s great.”



“No, I’m not coming back to work in the store. Dad and I still don’t see eye to eye.”



“Yeah, I know. Look, Mom’s planning a surprise for him later this week. No, don’t tell anyone at the store, but listen, can you let me know if he leaves tomorrow afternoon? She’s getting stuff ready and doesn’t want him to find out. You can? That’s great. Yeah, I’ll come down for a coffee soon.”



“You too. Bye.”



That was easy. Maybe I had more of Dad’s genes than I thought.



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“I’m going out Mom. See you after supper,” I yelled.



Mom had dressed nicely again today and was super nice to Dad but he hadn’t noticed. I got the feeling that Mom thought he was just putting on an act because she seemed more pleased the more he ignored her. He was such a prick yet women fawned over him. I bet within weeks that Jennifer wouldn’t be moping about her situation. I bet she’d be leaning over Dad’s desk, eager for a pounding from behind. Dad had a way about him.



I dropped the car off and hurried home. In my room, I set my phone so I would vibrate if Jessica called, then undressed quickly, this time leaving my shorts on the bed with the rest of my clothes. Kneeling down by the floor, I listened for Mom’s telltale murmurs but all I could hear was the DVD playing in her room.



Excellent! Mom was already into it. I pushed the door open and crept stealthily down the hall, then peeked around the door jamb.



Mom wasn’t there!



Shit! I looked down the hall, listening for sounds coming from downstairs. Nothing. I looked back into Mom’s room and immediately jerked my head back because she was coming out of her bathroom, humming. I was about to sprint back to my room when I noticed her reflection in the mirrored closet doors with her back to me while she stood in front of the TV with the remote in her hand. She was changing the DVD.



Mom was wearing a sexy black camisole. While she waited for the DVD to start, she pushed the matching lacy black panties down her legs and kicked them off her feet. Man, the camisole only coming down to her waist really emphasized her ass! It was bigger than Jennifer’s but firmer than Mrs. Omed’s, and bare, completely bare.



I closed my eyes, trying to contain the excitement overcoming me. When I opened them, Mom was kneeling on the bed, placing a pillow in the middle. She pointed the remote and adjusted the sound, then leaned over the pillow to watch the porno flick on the TV.



I stood in the hallway for a long time, intently watching Mom’s ass as she watched the TV with equal concern. The man on the TV was treating a woman about Mrs. Omed’s age the same way Dad treated her and Jennifer. My cock surged as I realized that Mom must like the same kind of treatment.



Well, Dad wasn’t coming, was he?



This isn’t some woman working in the store, asshole. It’s your mother.



Yeah, well, I wasn’t going to do anything, not more than last time. I wasn’t going to do her. All I wanted to do was finger her, maybe put my whole hand up there. She loved the full thickness of my fingers, right up to the knuckles, last time. That’s all I was going to do, what she wanted, like I was performing a service she needed but couldn’t get from her deadbeat husband who should be doing it for her. Just because he’s an asshole doesn’t mean she should go without. I mean, look how happy she’d been the last two days. I wanted to make Mom happy; I had been making her happy.



Whoa. Mom was getting up on her knees. I got ready to retreat to my room. Ahhh, no problem. She was just putting on the blindfold which, I saw now, was actually a sleeping mask. Great. My cock tingled. We were getting close and it was very eager to get started.



Mom leaned over the pillow and squiggled around, getting comfortable. Her legs opened and I saw her pussy with its pink slit running down the middle. Oh, fuck this was going to be great. The dildo appeared and Mom fumbled with it for a few seconds, slowly inserting it in her pussy. In a moment, it was in and Mom started slowly humping it. We were away!



I forced myself to stay in the hall. I wanted to rush in and play with her ass and pussy but knew I had to wait until she was really horny. It was a long time before I heard the first sigh, the slightest whimper, and then the titilating, “Mmmmmm.”



It was incredibly hard to wait while those “Mmmmm’s” grew in length and frequency but I did it and was proud of my stoicism. When I was about to enter, I had a brilliant idea. I should go downstairs and open and close the front door to make it sound like Dad had come home. I crept downstairs, cock bouncing all over the place, and did it, then returned. Coming up the stairs, I cursed myself for being stupid. What if Mom had got up to greet Dad? I had only seen her wait for him once. What if that wasn’t routine?



Not too worry. When I peeked nervously into Mom’s room, her ass was worshipping the dildo and her blindfolded head was focused intently on the TV. I approached the bed, stood waiting for a minute, then kneeled on the mattress. Again, I waited, knowing Mom was aware of my, or so she thought, Dad’s, presence. Her ass had stopped humping the dildo and she was waiting.



I waited longer, controlling my breathing, and listening to Mom’s. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and let it fall on the bed. Her ass pushed up, beckoning, her pussy pouting a warm welcome, waiting for the Thor’s hammer.



The anticipation in the room, on both our parts, was thick and heavy. Mom’s pussy lips moved as if she was breathing through them. She really wanted it, wanted my fingers, needed my hand. She was so fucking horny. Her thighs parted a fraction of an inch, opening her lips, moistly begging for my hand, my fingers, anything.



I kneeled closer, reached for Mom’s hands and crossed them behind her back, holding both slender wrists in my left hand. I lowered my right and lined it up between her thighs, being careful not to touch her legs, but I could tell she knew what was coming. Inch by inch, my fingers approached Mom’s slit. When they were almost there, I flicked the tip of my longest finger to brush Mom’s lips and she flinched, moaning. I teased her like that, adding a vertical exploration of her slit, for several minutes. When not relishing my power, I was mesmerized by the sight of her twitching ass, quivering thighs, and trembling pussy lips. I felt in total control.



With all that preparation I still took her by complete surprise when I plunged my fingers in deep. Mom yowled in delight and gasped and moaned constantly as I frigged her madly, jamming my fingers in her cunt hard and fast. She didn’t know what hit her but she rode it like the wind. Abruptly, I stopped, and pulled my dripping fingers out.



Oh, what a forlorn wail. It pulled my heartstrings and I almost relented, my fingers moving back toward her lips I pulled them away. I waited again, hovering near. Soon, my fingertips grazed up the inside of Mom’s thighs but skirted around her throbbing pussy and moved instead up onto her ass. I feathered all around her cheeks for several minutes before exploring her crack and then left her alone, even pulling my hand away from her wrists.



Mom could only know I was still there by my weight on the bed.



Suddenly, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, then spit on the crinkly, penny-sized hole. Quickly, I squeezed her cheeks and rubbed them together, pulled them apart, spit again, then pinched them together for another rub. Releasing her cheeks, I dug my left thumb in and ran it up and down her crack, pausing to let it nudge into the little depression holding most of my spit.



When I looked at a girl’s ass, I just liked the look of it. I had no idea what the attraction was other than that but Dad had put ideas in my head. Why did he want to fuck Mrs. Omed’s ass? Did he have gay tendencies, and what about me? I had to admit, the idea was beginning to appeal to me, but not with Mom. I couldn’t do it with my own mother, but what about Mrs. Omed, or better, that lovely little set of pears on Jennifer?



My fingers found Mom’s pussy and pushed inside. First two, then three, and finally four. It took quite a while but eventually I squeezed my whole hand in, past the third set of knuckles, and slowly twisted it around and moved it back and forth. Mom was loving it. I leaned close over her ass and licked her crack. Mom tossed her ass around wildly. I licked her crack again, flicking the tip of my tongue all the way up. I had to lean on her to keep her close to the bed.



I tried to pull Mom’s cheeks apart but couldn’t with one hand so I pulled hers down, one at a time, and placed then on the sides of her cheeks. She got the idea and pulled them apart which let me spit on her crinkly asterisk and tease it with the tip of my tongue. It didn’t taste horrible like I thought it would so I pressed the flat of my tongue against it and wiggled it, then flicked it again with the tip.

I played around like that some time and neglected the hand in Mom’s pussy. No problem, she was fucking it, squirming her ass around on it, or was she trying to get more of my tongue. I pulled away and put my thumb on Mom’s little bud, then pressed. Slowly, it popped inside. Mom went absolutely still but when I pushed my thumb in to the hilt, she started wriggling around on it like mad. It was all I could do to keep my thumb plugged in her ass and my fist in her cunt. She was breathing so hard her lungs hoarsely gulped for air. It was a relief when she came, going rigid, clenching her butt cheeks and clamping her thighs around my hand, bucking so hard and fast I thought she was going catatonic.



I let Mom’s orgasm dissipate while her breathing returned to normal. The only thing I did, as a minor distraction, was to drool more spit along the crack of her ass. She didn’t seem to mind. Last time, I had rubbed my cock through her cheeks and come on her ass. I’m sure Mom thought I was preparing to do the same, and so did I. After all, what good would my cock do inside her after reaming it out with my whole hand?



I pushed her legs together and grabbed her hands, holding them behind her while I nudged my cock into her crack and started sliding it through her cheeks. Bless her heart, Mom moved her ass against my cock, rubbing her crack along the length of my shaft, or Dad’s shaft, as she thought. It was my turn.



I had only been rubbing for a few minutes, which wasn’t bad given how short my last sojourn had been, when Mom wriggled her right hand free of my grip and grabbed my cock. To my surprise, she angled it down. Frightened, I pulled back. If she brought it to her pussy lips, I didn’t know if I could stop myself.



What the hell? What was wrong with a little taste. In my current state, if Mom pressed my tip against her pussy, I would come instantly. I let her pull my cock forward and barely resisted when she pulled the head into her slit. Mom surprised me again when rubbed my tip around and then pulled my cock out, redirected it higher and settled it on her cheeks again. However, instead of slipping the shaft through her crack, she kept my cock pointed down and pulled it along until the tip nudged the pretty little asterisk I had kissed before.



Oh my God, she wanted it in the ass.



How could I refuse? Wouldn’t Dad do it? Of course he would; how could he turn down such a gift? I was trapped, but I was hardly unhappy about it. It wasn’t really sex, I told myself. I wasn’t putting it in my mother’s pussy. It was just her ass. Didn’t couples in those eastern countries do it that way before they were married? Of course it’s okay.



No Rob, it isn’t!



Fuck my conscience. It was faint anyway. I pushed, met resistance, leaned over and drooled onto my cock and watched it ooze down the shaft and between Mom’s cheeks, onto that pretty little rosebud. I pushed, was thrilled when Mom’s cheeks parted, widened, my helmet filling the reluctant little hole. Mom groaned but I kept pushing, it was going in, push harder, moving forward, so tight, so fucking tight. Plop, it was in. Mom twisted her head around, moaning, her hand pressing against my thigh. Yes, go slow. I understood.



Was this Mom’s first time?



I waited, holding my cock just inside Mom’s butt. And waited. She twitched her ass, then again, and again. She moved it, pushing back, forcing my cock deeper. I pushed in but her hand pressed against my thigh again. I held still until she started twisting around on my shaft again. I started moving in and out, real slow. Mom groaned and thrust her ass back on my hard cock. Oh yeah, this was going to be so good.



“Do you like it? I know you always wanted to, but does it feel good?”



I grunted for an answer and shoved in hard once, twice, three times.



“Unghhhh, unghhhh, ungnnnhhhh.”



That was answer enough. Mom turned her face into the pillow and I started fucking her ass for real. My cock moved easily between her cheeks which fascinated me. I grabbed the pillow under Mom and yanked it out, then slowly increased my pace, holding myself up on braced arms while I watched her creamy buttocks bouncing between the mattress and my cock.



Soon, we were at a frantic pace and I was blown away that I wasn’t yet ready to come. Abruptly, I stopped and smiled when Mom’s ass kept working on my shaft, reaching up and pulling down, fucking me, forcing me to take her ass, moaning and groaning, desperate for me to continue. Absolute joy ripped through me.



I bent my elbows and lowered myself until I was lying along the length of Mom’s body so she could hardly move, then pulled my cock out and slowly pushed it back in, deep, then ground it in her ass. Like before, I slowly built up my pace, but with glacial lunges deep into her ass. I licked her back between her shoulder blades, kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear, bit her shoulder, then pulled her head up and grunted in her ear while reveling in the guttural moan each thrust forced from her throat.



Once more, I took Mom up to a hammering pace, our bodies bouncing as one on the mattress, our groans intermingling and becoming lost in each other. When she started coming, when I started coming, I let her face fall into the bed and bit the nape of her neck again, grinding against her ass, filling it with my gooey spend.



I didn’t move for a long time. I stayed on Mom’s back, panting, my lips pressed into the join between her neck and shoulder while she breathed raggedly below me, her face turned once again toward the TV.



Mom didn’t move when I got up. I didn’t inch my way backward, ready to run, like I had before. I knew she wouldn’t try to look. I kissed each cheek and the bottom of each foot, then strolled out of her bedroom.



I felt no remorse this time. I had fucked my mother’s ass and, for the first time in a long time, I felt as if the world was as it should be. Mom was happy, I was happy, and I would be back for another afternooner and maybe even a night visit.



I didn’t bother waiting to head Dad off at the pass. I knew he wouldn’t come.



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Mom was super attentive to Dad that night which irked me no end. It was I, not he, that deserved her appreciation. I sulked and had to suffer a comment or two from Mom about being sullen.



“There’s lots to be happy about in the world, you know, lots to appreciate,” she said.



That was rich coming from a depression Queen that owed her recent sparky return to life to my efforts. Nonetheless, I took it and made an effort to perk up. It wasn’t that hard, looking at Mom. She had dressed nicely again, for Dad of course, but I still got to look at her and be around her new, cheery self. There wasn’t a woman in the store that could hold a candle to her and yet my father couldn’t see it. He didn’t just take her for granted, he completely ignored her.



But I didn’t. I complimented Mom on her hair. Although it still didn’t even touch her neck, she had done it up in a cute cut. In fact, looking at her, I loved the way I could see all of her slender neck and bare shoulders. I hoped she wouldn’t grow it long again the way it used to be. I wanted to see as much of her beautiful skin as I could. Dad liked long hair and I decided then to convince Mom to keep hers short.



Surprisingly, Dad didn’t go back to the store that night, despite his commitment to discuss Jennifer’s situation with Mrs. Omed. I wondered what was up.



The next day I hung around the house. I waited to see if Mom thought Dad was coming home that afternoon but she didn’t say anything and after lunch she didn’t make excuses for taking a nap like she’d done before. Instead, she went out in the yard to garden.



Dad didn’t come home for dinner. The first I knew about it was when Mom put a plate in the oven to keep warm.



“Where’s Dad?”



“He’s working late again. He works so hard. I really think you should help him out at the store.”



“Mom, he doesn’t want my help. I just get in the way.”



“That’s not true. You’re a good worker. Your father told me so himself.”



“Yeah? What did he say?”



“He said…um…that you were a hard worker but he thought you should get some experience outside of the store. But your father works hard and I think he needs your help. He’s just too proud to ask for it.”



An idea struck me.



“Maybe I could go down on Thursday and Friday nights?”



“That would be a start.”



“Maybe Tuesdays too.”



“That’s the spirit.”



“And Saturday afternoons.”



“Don’t make fun of me, Robbie.”



“I’m not. I’m serious. I’ll start tonight since it’s Thursday.”



“It’s too late tonight. Start tomorrow instead. Maybe you can give your father a break so he can get home for a later dinner before going back until closing time.”



“Okay Mom, but I’ll just run down to see how things are going tonight.”



“If you insist, but eat up now before your dinner gets cold.



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I sneaked back into the house after leaving that night, hopeful that Mom might get ready for another visit from Dad, but she was downstairs watching TV. Obviously, she didn’t expect him home. I sat around, being quiet as a mouse, but soon got bored. I thought about Dad, and then Jennifer, which motivated me to get off my ass. I drove down to the store, got into the back loft in the usual spot, and waited.



Dad came in ten minutes before closing time and sat at his desk. People came in and said goodnight but Dad ignored them, supposedly consumed by paperwork. Mrs. Omed came in with the cash box, set it on the desk and stood behind Dad. He ignored her also until she placed a hand on his shoulder.



“I’m leaving now, Mr. Horlock,” she said in a voice louder than her proximity required. “I’ve asked Jennifer to stay and lock up tonight.”



She leaned close to Dad’s ear and said something I couldn’t hear. He dropped his pencil and turned around, saw that they were alone, and patted her on her behind.



“Good girl,” he said in a confidential tone.



Mrs. Omed laughed softly. “Don’t work too hard,” she said, then turned and left, amusement filling her face.



The lights dimmed through the door and Jennifer parted the curtain a few seconds later. She was wearing a nice dress that looked new. It looked like the kind of thing sold in our store.



“Mr. Horlock? Everything’s locked up.”



Dad put on his ignoring act.



“I’ll be on my way then.”



Jennifer started to leave but Dad swiveled his chair around and the hope that briefly flashed on Jennifer’s face faded.



“Wait. No, don’t turn around. That’s a nice dress, Jennifer. It looks good on you.”



“Thank you, Mr. Horlock.”



Jennifer took a tentative step forward but stopped when Dad spoke again.



“Did you arrange for your babysitter to stay longer?”



Jennifer sighed. “Yes, Mr. Horlock.”



“That’s good, that’s very good. Come closer, girl. No, don’t turn around, just back up. That’s it…wait…just stand there for a minute.”



I could see embarrassment and even shame on Jennifer’s face as she stood in front of Dad, her back to him, as he surveyed her slender body. A strange mixture of sympathy and excitement flowed through me and my cock began to swell.



“A nice dress, that’s for sure, but it looks kind of long for you. Pull it up a bit.”



Jennifer didn’t move.



“Put your hands on the sides and slide it up your legs.”



Jennifer did as she was told this time, her face very red. She stopped when the dress was half way up her thighs but Dad urged her to pull it up higher. She stopped again when the hem was just below her ass.



“Pull it right up. Let’s see what kind of panties you picked out.”



Jennifer started to comply but then paused. Her face was red as a beet.



“Pull it up,” Dad snapped.



Jennifer took a deep breath and slid the dress up over her hips until it bunched at her waist. I could see a nice pair of red lace panties. My cock bulged in my shorts so I loosened the top button and carefully parted the zipper.



“Yeah, those are nice. I didn’t know we had such nice ones in the store. I’ll have to commend Mrs. Omed. Speaking of her, I hope she’s been nicer to you today.”



Jennifer mumbled something.



“What’s that? Speak up.”



“Yes.”



“Good, good. Back up. All the way back.”



Dad’s hands rose from the arms of his chair and disappeared behind Jennifer. I could tell from her face he was touching her panties and then massaging her cheeks as she lurched forward a bit. Dad reached between Jennifer’s legs to catch her, his fingers folding around to cup the front of her panties.



“Yeah, nice, real nice.”



Dad ‘s hands returned to his lap and undid his belt. He parted his trousers and pulled his cock, already hard, out of his underwear.



“Pull them down.”



“What?”



“Pull them down. They belong to me, not you.”



Reluctantly, Jennifer pushed the red panties down until her ass was exposed. The panties stretched across her thighs, exposing a nice patch of pubic hair that was darker than the hair on her head but still blonde. Dad reached behind him and grabbed a small plastic squeeze bottle from the top of his desk and squirted an oily liquid on his cock. As he rubbed it in with one hand, he reached out with the other to poke at the bottom of Jennifer’s ass.



“You’ll need to trim that bush for me. Come closer.”



Jennifer backed up but she could only go a half step before unexpectedly banging into Dad’s chair. She lost her balance but Dad caught her, his hands grasping her waist under the dress.



“Can you feel that?” he asked.



Jennifer didn’t answer. Her hands were trying to find the arms of Dad’s chair so she could push herself back up but Dad held her firmly in place.



“I knew you’d be a little dry the first time,” he said, “but next time you won’t be, I promise.”



Jennifer struggled but Dad steered her onto his cock. Her mouth opened the moment he began to penetrate her.



“Yeah, you’re not used to that, are you?”



Jennifer’s mouth remained open as Dad pulled her down until she was nestled in his lap.



“Do you like a big one, little girl? Huh?”



Dad was already moving inside her and Jennifer’s face twisted in and out of several emotions as she tried to accommodate his big cock.



“Oh yeah. She likes that, doesn’t she?” he talked to himself for her benefit.



Jennifer, slight as she was, was easily bounced up and down on Dad’s lap as he both thrust and pulled her down on his meat.



“Oh yeah, we’ve got a convert now, don’t we?”



Dad’s hands slipped off of Jennifer’s waist and grabbed her hands. Leaning forward, he half dumped her onto the floor but kept her from falling completely off the chair. Despite her awkward and uncomfortable position, he began fucking her hard, causing her whole upper body to flap around above the floor. I couldn’t see the look on Jennifer’s face because her long hair had fallen over her head.



Dad was banging her so hard Jennifer’s head came into contact with the floor despite the firm grip me maintained on her arms, stretched behind her back. Seeing this, he leaned further forward and started banging her even harder, forcing her forehead to skid across the plastic carpet protector.



“It really fills a skinny little thing like you, doesn’t it?”



Dad stood up and pulled Jennifer’s head off the floor but kept her doubled over. He arched his back and wiggled his hips from side to side, digging his cock as deep as her could into Jennifer’s cunt. Leaning over her, he grasped a handful of her hair and tugged her head up, then started fucking her hard again.



“Do you like that? Huh? Huh?”



Jennifer was too far gone to answer. I had thought she might be in pain, that she was struggling to bear this gross assault, but her face, exposed when Dad pulled her head up, was consumed with raw ecstasy. I was stunned. She did like it. In fact, from the look on her face, twisted up like it was with her mouth wide open, she absolutely loved it, I guessed because she hadn’t had a big cock before and it really must feel different.



Dad stopped suddenly and spun Jennifer around to face the desk, his pants sliding down and puddling around his ankles. He pushed her onto the chair on her knees until the chair leaned back toward the desk. When it went over far enough, the legs kicked out and the chair started to skid out from the desk. Jennifer cried out but the chair quickly stopped. Dad had tied it to the inner legs of the desk, just inside each set of drawers, halting its fall.



Jennifer was now on her knees, leaning over the back of the chair and pushed half over the desk. Dad straddled the chair and stepped up behind Jennifer, put his hand around the back of her neck, and pushed her head onto the desk. As her ass lifted, Dad ducked, used his cock to scout for her hole, and shoved it in. Jennifer tried to lift her head but couldn’t.



A very steady fuck followed. If any cops were on the beat walking the alley, they would have knocked on the front door to see what was going on. But there were no interruptions. Dad’s pelvis noisily slapped against Jennifer’s ass, adding to the din. My hand found my own cock and started stroking it in time with Dad’s thrusts and Jennifer’s moans. Yes, she was actually moaning. About half way through the pounding, she became quite vocal.



When Dad increased the fury of his attack, grabbing Jennifer’s hair and pulling her up until her back was arched and her neck kinked with each forward lunge, she got even louder. She was loving it and it seemed clear that Jennifer had never been fucked like this, fucked hard and well. When Dad released her hair and grabbed her waist to hold her cunt in place for the final ravaging, Jennifer braced her hands on the desk and kept her torso lifted with her head thrown back.



When she came, you would have thought an animal was being gutted, it was so primordial. She slumped over but Dad lifted her and, with her body still perched on his cock, backed away from the chair and set her down on her feet. As soon as he turned her around she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Grasping her under the thighs, Dad lifted Jennifer and she squirmed around until she found and slid down over his cock, impaling herself.



“Ahhh Jenny, you’re a good girl. Did you like that?”



Jennifer’s head, buried in the nape of Dad’s neck, nodded.



“If I was a younger man, I’d give you another go, but you’ll have to wait lassie.”



Dad reached around to cup Jennifer’s ass. Immediately thereafter her head jerked up, mouth open in a silent wail.



“It’s okay darlin’, it’s just a little finger is all. Nothing to worry about.”



Dad’s wrist wriggled and I knew he’d stuck a finger in Jennifer’s ass.



“Just something to think about for next time,” Dad said.



Jennifer buried her head back in Dad’s shoulder and shook it. She said something but I couldn’t make it out.



Dad laughed.



“Well, you probably didn’t think getting fucked was going to be any fun either.”



Jennifer mumbled again.



“Too big?” Dad laughed again. “You’d be surprised what you can take in there. Don’t worry about it now. I wouldn’t hurt you.”



Dad lifted Jennifer off his cock and set her down on the floor.



“Go pick out a new dress for yourself.”



Jennifer started to pick up her clothes but Dad stopped her.



“In the nude girl. I want to see you wandering out there butt-naked.”



Jennifer scooted out of the office and into the store and Dad followed after pulling his pants up.



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Friday night at supper, I made sure Mom knew I was going down to help Dad at the store. I asked if she wanted me to take him some dinner but she declined, saying I should tell him to nip home for a good hot meal.



By the time I was ready to leave, Mom had turned out the living room lights. Seeing my expression, she explained that she was going upstairs to read until Dad came home. Mom’s face seemed a little flushed and her breath a little short. She was excited, and that excited me because I knew my ploy had worked. With me at the store, Mom thought Dad would come home for a session. Fantastic! Damn right he would.

I parked the car in the usual place, waited half an hour, and then made my way back to the house. In my room, I undressed and listened at the door, hardening the instant I heard a porno clip playing on Mom’s TV. I crept into the hall, stark naked, and made my way down to Mom’s room. I peeked in.



She was lying on the bed but not on a pillow. She was wearing a black, lacy camisole bunched up on her waist and nothing else. Each time her ass raised up, her bare pussy flashed into view, plugged full of her own fingers. From the sound of her breathing, I knew she was already ready for my entrance. Had I waited long enough for Dad to get home? I wasn’t sure but then realized that Mom probably didn’t know how much time had passed either.



Quietly, I retreated down the stairs where I opened and closed the door. I clumped upstairs and walked into Mom’s room. Her ass started wriggling on her fingers faster as soon as I stopped at the end of the bed. Seeking perfect realism, I spotted some of Dad’s clothes on a chair by his side of the bed, picked them up, and dropped each piece on the floor, one by one.



I loved waiting and watching her anticipation. The way she squirmed around, opening and closing her pussy lips, was almost enough to make me come. Fuck, she was hot. I pressed my knee onto the bed to let her know I was coming but instead of getting fully aboard, I bent her leg and started licking the bottom of her foot.



“Mmmm, yesss,” Mom cried.



I flicked my tongue along the crease at the bottom of her toes and dragged it between each pair of toes in turn. After that, I chewed on the edge of her sole, nipped her heel and pinched the Achilles tendon between my teeth. I gave the same treatment to Mom’s other foot while lightly stroking the calf of the first leg. When I was done, I bent both knees until Mom’s curled feet were almost touching her ass above her widespread thighs. I kneeled behind her and found her waiting cunt, pushing immediately into her wetness with three fingers.



“Oh my God,” Mom hissed. “Don’t tease, just fuck me.”



I was some taken aback, I can tell you. Mom lifted her ass and swirled it teasingly around in front of my face. What an invitation.



Don’t you even think about it.



“Please baby. Just fuck me.”



Mom’s ass yawed in front of me. She lifted it really high. What to do?



I leaned forward and pushed my flat tongue onto her pussy. Mom lurched ahead and then quickly back.



“Ohhh baby, it’s been so long since you did that.”



I pulled back, rose up on my knees, and reached over her back to grab her head and, turning it, pushed her face down into the bed. It was a signal that her familiar talk was ruining the game. If I allowed Mom to talk too much, she would soon expect a response, and then the game would really be up.



I returned to her pussy and gobbled her lower lips into mine, sliced my tongue through her slit, and started lapping. My finger found her mons and began rubbing across it, occasionally curling down to flick her clit.



I took Mom through two orgasms before grabbing my cock and pressing it between her cheeks but she blocked me, putting her hands across her ass to cover the little hole. I pushed them aside but they quickly returned. Mom mumbled into the mattress. I couldn’t understand her so I twisted her head until her mouth was clear.



“Sore,” was all she said



What the fuck could I do now?



You can’t fuck her.



Oh, go fuck yourself, conscience.



You can’t!



I know, I know.



I looked at Mom’s gorgeous, pouting, puffy, wet pussy, waiting for me to enter it. Oh my fucking God, give me strength. I kneeled my way back, away from temptation, grabbed Mom’s legs and pulled them straight to make her pussy fall onto the bed. For extra measure, I pushed her legs closed.



Whew! That was a close call. But what to do now? Mom expected Dad to fuck her. I couldn’t leave her getting turned down like that, I had to do something he might want more.



On her face! Dad liked to spew his spunk on a woman’s face. Mom must know that.



I grabbed Mom’s legs and yanked her lower on the bed, then pulled her feet around to the side. There, I twisted her feet until Mom rolled over onto her back, then walked around to the other side of the bed behind her head. I grabbed her arms and positioned her to get her neck on the edge with her head tipping just over. Mom smiled. She knew what was coming.



The sleeping mask had ridden up on Mom’s face but not enough so she could see under it. Mom raised her hand and pulled it back into place and I realized how close I had come to total disaster. I sighed in relief and Mom smiled again, reading the sound as eager anticipation. She opened her mouth.



And I filled it.



I should have known, should have prepared myself: the sensations almost knocked me off my feet. I would have fallen had my knees not hit the edge of the bed. As it was, my cock simply slid deep into Mom’s mouth on the first thrust whereas I had meant to introduce myself gently. After regaining my balance, I pulled back and barely stopped myself from saying, ‘sorry.’



I gently massaged Mom’s throat, worried I might have hurt her but she took hold of my rod in her delicate fingers and pulled me deep into her mouth, right to the back, and into her throat. I groaned as I both saw and felt my cock in Mom’s throat. It was the strangest and most exciting feeling I had ever experienced. Mom tilted her head further over the edge of the bed, straightening her neck and making the presence of my shaft more obvious.



When I noticed Mom struggling to breathe through her nose, I pulled back, to a popping sound followed by a rush of air as Mom inhaled. I waited until she tugged on my cock before pushing it back in and thought I had reached the pinnacle of bliss when the fingernails of her other hand scratched my balls, sending me even higher. And then she inserted a fingertip into my ass!



What followed was the first, and of course, best blowjob of my life. I kept sliding in and out of Mom’s mouth, slow and deep, and never shoved it in roughly like Dad had down to Mrs. Omed and Jennifer. The very thought of abusing Mom like that turned me off. She was awarding this tremendous gift, unknowingly to me rather than Dad, so how could anyone even contemplate mistreating her?



Somewhere along the line, I pulled the camisole up and grabbed Mom’s tits, massaging the meaty swells and tweaking her nipples, flicking them with my fingers, pinching and rolling them, pulling, then finally leaning over to suck them into my mouth. The whole time, Mom’s finger wiggled, paused, then wiggled again.



When I came, I didn’t pull my cock out to spew all over Mom’s face like I knew Dad would. I kept it firmly plugged into Mom’s mouth and watched her throat swell and contract repeatedly as she took every spurt.



I hated to go when I was done but knew I had to. I wanted to lie down on the bed and wrap my arms around her. As I dressed in my room an emptiness came over me. Yes, it was exciting to shove my whole hand up Mom’s pussy; yes, it was incredible to take her ass; and yes, it was mind-blowing to blow my wad down her throat; but what I wanted to do right then was kiss her and hold her in my arms.



Crawling out the window, it struck me that I really loved my mother and always had. I had simply discovered a new aspect of her, one that I wanted to have all to myself. As I walked back to the car, dark thoughts filled my mind, about my father.



I didn’t want anything to do with the prick anymore. He was a selfish asshole and I didn’t want to be anything like him. Why had I done that to Mom? Why had I fisted her, taken her in the ass? Pounded her throat? Why?



I thought about Mom until I fell asleep but didn’t masturbate. Instead, I cried, ashamed of myself.



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As usual, Mom was super attentive to Dad the next morning while treating me the same as usual. I was jealous. It was me who was the architect of her newfound zest for life, so it should be me she was dressing for, me who should be the target of her perfume, and me who should be the reason she spent so much time in the bathroom doing her make-up and softening her skin in a bubble bath.



Dad didn’t even notice the extra work she put into his breakfast and dinners and the sad part was that he wasn’t acting, he simply didn’t notice, yet I’m sure Mom thought it was all part of their strange sexual game. He had neglected her for so long she was desperate for his attention. What Dad had said to Mrs. Omed was probably true, that Mom was too straight to satisfy him in the sack, but that was years ago and now, after years of being discounted, she would do anything for him in bed, or out. She needed to be loved.



That thought triggered a startling realization. I knew that Mom thought it was Dad participating in the mystery visitor game but what I hadn’t known until now was that it had just begun, otherwise Dad would know how much she was willing to do, or take.



The game had to stop. Even if Mom didn’t find out the truth about me, she would learn the truth about Dad: he hadn’t rediscovered his love for her as she thought; she would just be another receptacle for him to use. And I didn’t want him using her. After seeing him with two women, I don’t think it was in my father to love a woman. Want one, yes, but not love. I had to do something to protect Mom, to shield her from this inevitable discovery.



My mind was dwelling on what I could possibly do when I noticed Mom looking at me strangely during lunch. She appeared to be avoiding making eye contact with me but when she didn’t know I was aware she peered at me with an odd expression on her face. I first noticed this when I saw Mom’s reflection in the glass door on the china cabinet but it happened several more times that afternoon. It was very disconcerting.



What had happened between breakfast and lunch to cause this strange attention?



Dad came home for dinner, which was unusual for him on a Friday night. We ate dinner in silence and I had the distinct feeling that Mom was looking at me every time I looked down at my plate. I looked down often to avoid making uncomfortable eye contact. After dinner, I excused myself and went upstairs but I crept down the hall and laid on the carpet near the top of the stairs, like I had done when I was a kid to listen to my parents discussing my report cards.



“So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”



“Oh, nothing. Something came up this morning that worried me but it’s nothing, just silly woman stuff. Don’t worry about it.”



“Damn it, Lisa. I’m busy down at the store. You made this sound so important, that’s why I came home for dinner.”



“I know dear, but I, you know, it’s nothing really. I just was worried, that’s all.”



“Well what was it, for Christ’s sake? I’m here now.”



“Well…”



“Come on, spit it out.”



“Well, I was talking to Alice, and she said she was at the store last night…”



My heart sank into my stomach, even lying down. This was it. I wanted to get up and run but I couldn’t tear myself away from the terrible scene below, the one that would write my epitaph.



“Well, Robbie told me he was going to help you down at the store starting tonight…”



“I don’t need his help. His heart isn’t in it and that’s not good for the staff to see.”



“Well, anyway, I thought it might be nice, you’re working so hard lately and all, so…”



“That’s right. I am busy and I don’t have time to find things for Robbie to do.”



I sighed in relief. This was all it was about? Of course Dad didn’t want me around. It was too bad Mom found that out before I got started with my new helping act but it wasn’t really a problem, it just spelled the end of my planned game nights and afternoons. The decision to quit had been made for me now, and I felt kind of relieved. No more taking advantage of Mom.



“I see. Alright, well, I just thought it would be nice…”



“Yes, yes, but what the hell has this got to do with Alice?”



“Oh, well Robbie told me he was going down to the store last night but I was talking to Alice this morning…”



Dad silently interrupted Mom, waving his hand in a rolling circle, indicating she should get on with it. I didn’t like the sound of this. My heart began descending into the pit of my stomach again.



“…so Alice said she was in the store last night and Robbie wasn’t there.”



Dad looked exasperated. “So? Maybe he changed his mind and went out with his friends.”



“Well, Alice said you were there.” Mom sounded very troubled. Her voice even cracked as she said this but Dad didn’t notice. In fairness, why should Alice’s discovery of him in the store be important?



“Yes, I saw her but I didn’t have time to talk with her. Is that what this is about, I didn’t have time to talk with one of your friends?” Dad held his hands out in a ‘so what’ expression. “That’s it. Alice didn’t see Robbie but she saw me and I didn’t talk with her? Woopdie do.”



Mom shrugged.



“Another thing, Lisa. Rob is eighteen. You should stop calling him Robbie. He’s almost a man and he can go out at nights without telling his Mommy where he’s going. He was probably just having a beer with his friends and told you he was going to the store so you wouldn’t question him. Jesus.”



Dad got up.



“I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll be later because of this.”



“I’m sorry dear. I guess it just rattled me because…because Robbie lied to me.”



“Don’t be hard on the boy. It was just a little lie, Lisa.”



“I suppose so.”



Dad gave Mom a peck on the cheek. “Don’t wait up for me.”



“I won’t dear.”



Dad left and I worked my way back to my room.



Shit, shit and double shit!



Dad didn’t have a clue what was going on but Mom must now suspect me, otherwise why would her voice have cracked like that? Wait, just wait. Of course she’s upset. Someone had been fucking her, someone pretending to be Dad, but why should that mean it was me? Why would she suspect her own son, for fuck’s sake?



Because you said you’d be out, and she knows that at least one time, you lied about it.



Well, yeah. But if it doesn’t happen again, then there’s no proof. And anyway, Dad supplied the answer for me. I’ll just admit I went out to drink with my friends.



Right.



That’s it then.



Finally, you’ve come to your senses.



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It’s hard to believe I had come so close to discovery but gotten away with it. For the next week I thanked my lucky stars. I didn’t even go down to the store to watch Dad with Mrs. Omed or Jennifer. Partly, I didn’t want to get caught and partly I just wasn’t interested in watching Dad abuse women that way, whether they seemed to like it or not. I thought I wanted was disgusting to force a woman to do one’s will.



By the second week, I wasn’t so pleased. I was sure Mom suspected me. She kept looking at me with that weird expression on her face. I had become adept at catching her looking at me in various reflective surfaces about the house. The strange thing was, even though Mom knew Dad wasn’t visiting her and really was ignoring like always, she continued to dress nicely and do her make-up. That was a plus anyway; Mom seemed to have been permanently lifted from her depression. Maybe it had all been worth it after all.



But the strange looks continued but one day I caught Mom looking with a different expression on her face. It was softer and no longer angry, more curious than horrified, and I found that more disconcerting. What did it mean?



Despite Mom’s continued care with her appearance, I had been careful not to compliment her or even mention anything about the way she dressed or looked. Mom must have missed it because she began specifically asking me about this or that piece of clothing, which shoes I thought would go better with a certain dress, whether her lipstick was the right color, and whether or not I liked her hair which had now grown almost long enough to touch her shoulders. Mom was continually drawing my attention to her and, though it made me nervous at first, I grew to like it. Soon, I was making unsolicited complimentary remarks about Mom’s appearance. One day, while we were sitting on the couch waiting for Dad to come home for supper, I complimented Mom on her new shoes.



“You always did notice my feet, even when you were little.”



The comment startled me so I queried her for more detail.



“I always liked your feet?”



“Yes,” Mom laughed. “When you were little, you used to play with them.”



“I did?”



“Yes. First you were fascinated that I painted my toenails and you wanted to have yours painted too. You were quite particular about the colors. Don’t you remember me telling you not to let your Dad see?”



I shook my head.



“Then you just liked to play with my feet. You would rub them for ages.”



I thought about how I had kissed Mom’s toes and licked the bottom of her soles. Had I given myself away somehow even before Alice visited the store? Had Mom sent Alice to the store to see if I was there, looking for corroboration of already developed suspicions? Was she trying to trap me now?



“I don’t remember that Mom.”



Mom stretched her leg out toward me and put her foot on the couch.



“Tell me if you like the color.”



I looked at Mom’s blue shoe.



“Yeah, it’s okay.”



“Not the shoe, silly. My toenails.”



“I can’t see them.”



“Well, take my shoe off.”



Mom wiggled her foot.



Reluctantly, afraid of somehow giving myself away, I pulled the shoe off Mom’s foot. Her toenails were painted a color somewhere between orange and red.



“No, I don’t like the color.”



Mom looked disappointed.



“Really? That was your favorite color when you were little.”



Just then, Dad’s car pulled into the driveway and Mom pulled her foot away. She leaned down and put the shoe back on her foot before getting up to greet Dad at the door.



Nothing else was said that day about Mom’s toenails but I couldn’t stop thinking about it and wondering why she had brought up the subject of me liking her feet when I was a kid. It was weird and it made me nervous.



I had a hard time getting to sleep that night. I had been deathly afraid if Mom’s suspicions were confirmed in her mind that I would be kicked out of the house and be disowned. Now, I was scared that her suspicions had been confirmed and nothing bad was going to happen to me, and that Mom might in fact have been flattered if not pleased by the attention. Could this be?



Although the prospect of Mom being pleased had its obvious rewards, it was scary new territory. It was one thing to sneak up on Mom from behind under the protection of anonymity, but quite another to look her honestly in the face with my desires.



I managed to get to sleep but only after convincing myself that Mom had only been regarding me with strange looks because I had been complimenting her and had then ceased. She probably believed, I reasoned, that I had noticed her buoyant mood, revived looks, and renewed attention to Dad, without observing anything that would motivate such a change. Therefore, I must suspect her of having an affair. In fact, hadn’t I provide opportunities by making it clear, perhaps overly so, that I would be gone for hours on end in the afternoons and evenings? Maybe Mom thought I was spying on her to confirm my own suspicions and had in fact witnessed a visit by her mysterious lover. Maybe she even thought I was jealous.



That was it. My near incestuous, at least technically in my mind, indiscretion was still undiscovered. I was safe.



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Mom went shopping the next day and came home with a ton of stuff including skirts, blouses, dresses, pants, shoes, and under things. I thought she was being kind of obvious but then, given Dad and I didn’t get along, and the fact that I hadn’t said anything, why should she worry?

Mom went upstairs with most of her stuff and had a long bath, then called me to ask if I could bring up some bags she had forgotten to take upstairs. When I entered her bedroom, she was sitting on her bed, wearing a terry cloth robe, and had her feet on a towel spread over the covers with spacers between her toes, ready to do her toenails.



“Oh, thanks Rob. Hey while you’re here, help me pick out a nice color for my toes.”



I was stuck. Mom showed me several colors and asked me to pick one. Then, she asked me to stay until it dried a bit to make sure it still looked good. So I sat on the bed and watched Mom paint her toes and looked at her legs which looked so fine fresh out of a hot bath. I kept wondering if she was wearing anything under the fluffy robe and became convinced she wasn’t. I wondered if Mom had brought up the whole feet thing because she wanted to reward me for not spilling the beans on her and what she would think of it if she knew I was thinking about her being naked under her robe.



Although Mom did a perfect job on the first foot, she insisted she had made a mess of it and asked me to do the other one. Although the terry cloth robe was clasped demurely about Mom’s knees, it gapped open under her thighs and I was treated to a wonderful vista for about ten minutes, not to mention the perfumed scent of her freshly washed skin. I found myself wondering how I could reinitiate our afternoon adventures rather than being thankful that they had stopped without me getting caught. Not only did I get a boner, my skin tingled now that I was convinced Mom was naked under a robe in such close proximity to me.



Mom’s new blouses were form fitting affairs that were conservative in style but emphasized the feminine nature of her figure. The skirt she put on was heavily pleated and accented the sway of her hips when she walked. The outfit personified muted sexuality.



It was a Friday night and Dad was only home for a quick dinner. Despite that, I finished eating first and excused myself before heading for my room. I hadn’t quite got to the top of the stairs when I heard Mom asking Dad, rather loudly, if he was coming home early.



“No, we need to start the inventory early so I’ll actually be quite late tonight.”



Yeah right, I thought. Is it Mrs. Omed or Jennifer, or have you started on someone new already?



“You’re sure?” Mom asked. “I went shopping today was going to give you a fashion show.”



Mom knew this would irk Dad because he always wanted her to get her clothes from the store where they could be purchased wholesale but Mom insisted on patronizing other stores with the excuse that would encourage them to reciprocate. The truth was, Mom didn’t like the clothes in our store.



Dad held himself in check and answered in an even tone, “I’m sorry sweetheart, but the inventory has to get done.”



“That’s alright, I understand.”



I had the distinct impression that the whole query had been for my benefit, that Mom was sending a signal to me that she wanted to be alone tonight, and this was confirmed by Mom’s first question after I came back downstairs. She was sitting on the couch watching TV and I sat in Dad’s chair to watch too. For some reason, teenaged rebelliousness no doubt, I wanted to make her specifically ask for time to indulge her dalliance.



“Are you going out tonight, Rob?”



That was another thing. Mom never called me ‘Robbie’ anymore, it was always ‘Rob’ now.



“Uh, I’m not sure. Why?”



“I was just wondering.” There was a long pause, then Mom added, “I think your father might be coming home early so we can spend some time together.” Mom kept her gaze fixed on the TV.



“Oh.”



Even without overhearing her earlier conversation with Dad, I would have been able to tell Mom was lying. I didn’t say anything more because I was thinking about how lousy Mom was at having an affair and she spoke before I could respond.



“I guess you can have the TV then because I think I’ll go upstairs and read until your father comes home.”



Mom got up and handed me the remote, then started for the stairs.



“Mom?”



“Yes?” She turned around.



“I think maybe I will go out. Do you mind?”



Mom smiled. “No, not at all. Will you be late?”



“Yeah, I think so.”



“Okay dear. Then I’ll see you in the morning.”



Mom came back and leaned over to give me a kiss on the forehead and I started to react the instant her jostling blouse hung in front of my face. I turned the TV off before Mom got to the top of the stairs so Mom would know I was leaving right away. I left shortly after and drove to my usual parking spot but sat there for almost an hour, thinking.



So Mom had figured out that Dad wasn’t her surprise lover but she didn’t know who it really was. How could she? Yet, she was still willing, even eager, to experience another visit. How did she know ‘he’ would come tonight? Did she suspect another merchant that knew her and Dad, or at least, someone who worked downtown and would know when Dad was working? It couldn’t be someone from the store because Dad was the only male there but maybe it was someone’s husband. Sure, maybe she knew about Dad’s indiscretions and thought an injured husband was getting back at him.



I was quite eager when I crawled through my bedroom window and stripped off my clothes. I was now confident that I wasn’t under suspicion. The hallway was dark and the downstairs lights were off too. Mom must have gone down after I left and turned them off. I crept down the hall and listened at Mom’s open door. There were no “Mmmmm’s” or DVD porno sounds coming from Mom’s bedroom, only some softly playing classical music. The main light was turned off and the room was lit by the light of a single bedside lamp. Mom was lying on the bed, on top of the covers, dressed in the white terry cloth robe she had worn that afternoon while doing her toenails.



Mom was lying on her back! No camisole and half spread legs, no upturned, ready-for-action ass? She looked like she was ready to confront her secret lover, face to face. I peeked into the room again. Mom looked like she was actually sleeping. Ahhh, she was wearing the sleep mask. That was a good sign. Maybe she wasn’t intending to confront her lover, but was it enough to gamble everything on?



Part of my mind told me to run back to my room but another part, driven by a far less rational engine, told me to get in there and give my mother, the woman I loved, what she needed and deserved.



I chickened out.



That’s why I was so startled when my feet carried me into Mom’s room while my mind was still telling me to run the whole time I came closer and closer to Mom’s bed.



Her toes. I think that’s what made me stay. Mom’s legs, from the knees down anyway, looked like they had been lightly oiled and her toes glistened with a glossy black coating. I stood there, stark naked with my cock already hard and sticking out, and stared at Mom. If I was wrong, the sleeping mask could be swept up on her forehead before I could move a muscle and I would be doomed.



I stepped close to the bed and tentatively touched Mom’s toes. She barely flinched so I knew she was expecting someone, but who? The only way for her to know was to remove the mask. Or was it?



Mom might want sex regardless of who was here and she actually prefer not to know who it was. Maybe she was lying on her back simply because she was tired of taking it from behind, or didn’t want to get it in the ass.



I grazed my fingertips down from Mom`s toes along the top of each foot, around her ankles to the side of her inner heels, and scratched up the center of her soles. I was pleased when Mom turned her feet outward to make it easier for me to touch the bottom of her feet and wiggled to settle herself deeper in the mattress. She gave no indication that she wanted to remove her mask.



I tickled Mom`s feet for a while, then moved up to caress her lower legs. When it was time to move above her knees I thought about opening her legs to make room for me to climb on the bed but changed my mind and crawled up with my knees straddling her legs. Parting Mom’s legs would be an overtly sexual act and I wanted to maintain an air of innocence for a while for the benefit of my blindfolded mother. I was learning that anticipation was a large part of sexual enjoyment, something I don’t think my father yet knew.



I fluttered my fingers over Mom’s lower thighs as delicately as I could. As I moved higher, the front of the robe parted, exposing more and more of her upper legs. When I reached the thicker part of Mom’s thighs, my fingers couldn’t progress but Mom smiled and opened her legs enough to allow access. I pushed my open hands between Mom’s legs, caressing the softest skin on her body. Sensing the heat from her nearby pussy, my cock hardened into steel and the tip fluttered with sensations as if I was touching it instead of Mom’s inner thighs.



Mom wasn’t wearing any panties and I noticed that her pussy had been completely shaved. I reversed my hands and grazed the top of my fingernails near the sides of Mom’s bald pussy and then traced the crease leading to her hips, pushing the robe apart before me. The robe was hindered by the belt so I undid the knot holding it and parted the robe to reveal Mom’s bare breasts. Her nipples were trembling with more excitement than her slightly enhanced breath indicated she was experiencing.



Taking each between the finger and thumb of each hand, I stretched my knees out behind me and lowered my face until I was able to suck Mom’s pubic lips into my mouth. My tongue found her groove and plowed up through her slit, wiggling from side to side on the backswing. I lapped through Mom’s slit for several minutes, remembering to pull lightly on her nipples. Gradually, Mom’s responses to my mouth increased in intensity and when the tip of my tongue found her inner hole on a gentle upswing of her hips, I pushed it deep inside.



“Ohhhhhhh Godddd!” Mom cried, twisting her hips and lunging against my face.



I teased Mom for ages with my lips and tongue. I had watched many porno flicks on the Internet and noticed that the actors only licked a woman for a few minutes before climbing aboard to satisfy themselves. Instead, I took Mom through to a complete orgasm and for the first time experienced the joy of an ecstatic woman clutching my head and uncontrollably grinding her pussy on my face, a woman totally abandoned to an all-consuming orgasm.



After Mom settled back into the bed, I crawled atop her body and kissed her full on the lips. Within seconds, we were locked in the most intense necking session I had ever experienced. Mom showed me what kissing was all about.



I was so engrossed that I didn’t realize until the act was accomplished that Mom’s arms had curled about my neck, her legs were wrapped around my waist, and her heels were digging into my ass. My cock skidded repeatedly over Mom’s wet pussy and, with a deft movement of her hips, the head slipped inside Mom’s pussy.



“Make love to me,” Mom whispered as soon as my mouth pulled away from hers.



I panicked and tried to pull away but Mom, legs tightening and feet pressing into my ass, lifted herself up with me and my action only served to deepen the penetration of my cock into its maternal home. The sensation was exquisite. Her walls molded to my shaft and slid past it, a pulsing coat of moist heat.



“Love me, baby,” Mom cried.



Deeper, deeper, until I was all the way in and I felt Mom’s pussy lips pressing against my pelvis, gripping the root of my incredibly hard cock.



“Ohhhhhh baby, you’re so big. I need it, I need you. Fuck me, please fuck me.”



Mom’s hips were moving, humping up against my weight, forcing me even deeper within her womb. Her hand was moving through my hair while the other scratched my back and her arms held me so tight there was little choice but to do what she said.



“Ohhhh yeah, fuck me, baby,” Mom whimpered.



I gave in. My hips started moving, succumbing to her urgency and superseding it with my own, driving her harder and harder.



“Oh yes, do it hard,” Mom urged. “I love it, love it.”



I lost myself within her, throwing off all constraint in a frenzied fuck, pounding and pounding, amazed that I wasn’t coming, thrusting harder and harder, wondering why she wasn’t complaining and trying to slow me down instead of urging me on, faster and faster, whispering in my ear, saying nothing, just moaning and grunting with me.



When I finally came, Mom lowered her legs and locked them around the back of my thighs. As I strained my muscles, flexing my body against hers, still grunting my bliss and pouring my liquid pleasure within her, Mom ensured that not a single drop escaped capture.



“Fill me baby,” she rasped several times in quick succession.



We enjoyed a long, languid kiss when I had recaptured my breath and then I pulled away, holding her hands in mine until they slipped away. I backed out of the room, watching Mom, less afraid of her removing the mask than not wanting to tear my eyes away from her sated body until the last moment.



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The next morning Mom filled my plate with pancakes before serving Dad and my glass was filled with juice before his coffee was served. Dad didn’t notice but I did. Mom didn’t speak to me any differently, nor were her interactions abnormal, other than serving me first. Yet, there was something that made me hyper aware of her. It was a sexual awareness so intense it felt like a physical presence but Mom hadn’t made any overt movements nor did she strike any suggestive poses. If a camera had recorded the scene, I’m sure there would have been no visual evidence of inappropriate behavior. But something had triggered my awareness and, even though I couldn’t put my finger on it, I knew it was there. Since I couldn’t point to anything specific, I assumed it was simply a side-effect of the afterglow from Mom’s visit the previous evening and possibly her subliminal appreciation of my part in making it happen, that is, making myself scarce.



After Dad left Mom went upstairs. Fifteen minutes later she was back, wearing a different outfit. Though subdued, it modeled her figure very well and its rather conservative lines heightened rather than diminished her sexuality. I knew then that Mom knew I was aware that she was having an affair and that even though my tacit support wasn’t openly acknowledged, it was appreciated. It was interesting that the way Mom chose to show her appreciation was to dress nicely, even seductively, for me. Besides looking physically attractive, Mom appeared fresh-faced, alive, and full of zest.



“You look very nice, Mom. Are you going somewhere special?”



“Just out with some friends for lunch and a little shopping.”



“Oh. Well, have a good time.”



“I will, and speaking of that, are you going out again tonight?”



I didn’t hesitate, “Yes,” I replied.



“Oh, that’s too bad. I was hoping you could help your father so he could get away to come home earlier tonight.”



“Sorry Mom.”



She smiled. “Not to worry. He might be able to get away. He said he’d try anyway.”



That night, after our first fuck, which I tried to make tender and gentle, and failed again due to Mom’s urging, I pushed her legs up and bent then back onto her chest before entering her for a second fuck. I straddled her haunches and dug in deep, triggering an answering grunt that wasn’t entirely unappreciative.



“Oohhh, you’re so big tonight,” she cooed.



I loved that Mom said that, and I loved the way her body bounced off the bed after we had struck our rhythm, impaling her pussy upon my cock, and I loved the sound of our thighs slapping so noisily together they nearly drowned out our love sounds.



The third fuck was slow and gentle, a fuck both intense and restrained, full of tender touches and kissing, a fuck that really was making love and, when I finally reached orgasm, emptying my milk into Mom’s womb was an extended affair.



That was probably the best Saturday night of my life.



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The next day was Sunday so there was no opportunity substitute myself for a supposed lover’s visit since the store was closed. However, Mom was especially attentive to me all morning and when she asked me to drive her to the mall to do some shopping I agreed right away although there wasn’t anything wrong with her car. In fact, we drove there in it.



I had thought Mom was going grocery shopping and wanted help carrying the bags so when she drove past the grocery store I thought she just wanted to get the food last, which made sense. Mom browsed through a ton of stores. Normally, I would have been quite impatient but I simply tagged along, happy to be with her. I had ample opportunity, toddling along behind, to watch Mom’s supple figure moving enticingly under her summer dress.



Mom browsed through several clothing stores but only tried on two things, a brown dress and a navy blue skirt. She emerged from the dressing room in the dress to check herself out in the mirror, preened about without comment and returned, presumably to try on the skirt next. A minute later, Mom called me to the fitting room door and, after asking if anyone was out there but me and hearing my negative reply, she opened the door.



“What do you think? Is it nice?”



Mom had replaced the dress with the navy blue skirt and was wearing only a bra on top. I guess since Mom had worn a dress into the store, she couldn’t come out to see what it looked like in the mirror. I was tongue-tied but Mom ignored my predicament, twisting her hips this way and that to model the skirt.



“How does it hang?” she asked, turning half around.



Recovering quickly, I gave serious attention to the way the skirt hung over Mom’s behind and said it looked great.



“Do you think I should get it?”



“Yes.”



“Okay, thanks.”



Mom closed the door. She bought the skirt but not the dress and we continued shopping. The funny thing was, although the incident could be seen as provocative it could also be interpreted as completely innocent. I had seen Mom in her bra before and had certainly seen her often in two-piece bathing suits. However, given what had been going on in our house, I interpreted the incident as anything but innocent which both thrilled and unnerved me. It added weight to my theory that Mom’s interludes had put her in a heightened state of sexuality and thus she hadn’t given a second thought to the fact that she wasn’t wearing a blouse when she asked me about the skirt. It was, in fact, an innocent act.



My thoughts, however, were anything but. I racked my brain for an excuse to be with Mom that night but came up empty. I may have been distracted by the expanse of crossed leg that Mom managed to display as sipped her coffee when we stopped to have a snack. I was the only one able to witness the show except for the one man who walked by us to use the washroom. He made it quite obvious that turning his head was well worth the effort. Mom didn’t look at him but smiled at me when he looked at her. It sent my insides aflutter that Mom knew what she was doing, was aware of the effect it had on the man, and wasn’t bothered that I witnessed it. Nor did she cover up her legs then or afterwards.



We visited a few more stores and then returned to the car. Mom waited for me to open the door for her instead of simply unlocking it remotely with the key chain. I clued in after a few seconds and ran around to let her in and was glad I did when she treated me to a wonderful look at her thighs as she dipped to get into the car. Again, I asked myself if that was done on purpose or if it was simply unavoidable when getting into a car in a tight dress. I hadn’t been on that side of the car when we left the house, so I didn’t know. I drove around to the grocery store but Mom said she was tired of shopping and wanted to go home.

That night, Mom wore her new skirt. We sat for quite a while watching TV while Dad read before Mom switched to a book too. Another long period went by before Mom changed the position of her legs and folded them underneath herself, stretching her left foot out on the couch toward me. Even though I was into one of my favorite shows, I was aware of its proximity. It stopped just short of my leg but a moment or two later, Mom’s foot poked me just above the knee. I reached out to still her annoying foot.



I didn’t intend to rub her foot and wasn’t aware of quite when I started. I happened to notice during a commercial when I looked down to see my fingers wrapped around the top of Mom’s foot and my thumb rubbing her instep in a small circle. As I watched, my thumb began scratching a firmer path the length of Mom’s foot. This continued for several minutes until Mom changed pages and lifted the book from her lap as she shifted her weight to make herself more comfortable. Although she pulled her foot away to do this, it soon returned and shortly thereafter, I resumed my deliberate massage of her sole.



Mom’s toes started scratching the side of my leg. Just once at first and then again a minute later. I kept rubbing her foot and her toes scratched my leg more often. After a bit, I looked at Mom, thinking she might be trying to catch my attention without saying anything, but she was intently focused on her book. Mine, however, became riveted on Mom’s skirt, or rather, where it should have been. The wide hem of the pleated skirt had swept up onto Mom’s leg, exposing almost the entire expanse of the underside of her thigh though the top, visible from Dad’s perspective, was properly covered.



I couldn’t believe it. Mom’s toes scratched my leg again and I was convinced she had both uncovered her thigh and poked me on purpose but the way she continued reading, oblivious of all around her, produced doubts and I became convinced it was simply another innocent accident, just like the incident in the dressing room. I extended the reach of my thumb to tickle the underside of Mom’s toes and she shifted her leg slightly so that her thigh twisted up, exposing even more leg and even providing a glimpse of her panties.



It must have been fifteen minutes later that I became aware of Mom looking at me. I raised my eyes to meet hers, too far gone to be self-conscious about being caught in my obvious adoration. Mom was smiling, not a teasing smile, but one that was faint and hard to interpret.



“Would you like some tea and cookies for a snack?”



I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.



Mom’s smile widened and she put her book on the arm of the couch. As she got up the skirt fell over her legs and I was left wondering if the whole incident had even happened, a raging boner the only evidence that it really had. Nothing else happened that night. When Mom returned with tea and snacks, she didn’t lift her foot back onto the couch and, consequently, there was no further display of her leg.



The next day Mom was less attentive to me, switching her appreciation to Dad who arrived downstairs sooner than me. This made me think that I was right in believing her previous consideration was the result of heightened sexual awareness generated from her lover’s visits, that the attention to me or to Dad was the result of guilt, and the target was simply whoever was nearest at the time.



That morning I helped Mom with the grocery shopping and was treated to a leggy display both getting in and out of the car. After lunch at home I told Mom I had to go out for the afternoon. I parked the car in the usual place and sneaked into my room, undressed, and crept down the hall to peek into Mom’s room.



She was lying on her back again but this time was naked except for the sleeping mask. Approaching confidently without fear that Mom would open her eyes, I knelt on the floor at the end of the bed. There, I breathed quietly on the soles of Mom’s feet for a couple of minutes. Her breath immediately became more shallow, as if anticipating an imminent action and her toes, now painted in a coral color, curled in appreciation. Delicately, I stretched out my tongue and traced the sole of her right foot from heel to toes and then ran the tip sideways along the crease at the base of her toes.



Knowing Mom expected me to repeat the caress on the other foot, I stood, leaned over, and kissed the inside of Mom’s left leg just below the knee. She moved her knees apart in surprise and I used the opportunity to shift her feet wider apart. Lowering my face close to her pelvis, I breathed on Mom’s pussy the same way I had breathed on her foot.



This time, I made Mom wait longer before flicking my tongue out to find and trace the groove between her lips, then flicked sideways several times before piercing through to her inner sanctum. Mom opened her legs wider in anticipation of an imminent munching episode but instead I crawled over her and held myself in push-up ready stance, hovering over the full length of Mom’s body.



I lowered myself until my chest was brushing Mom’s nipples and arched my back so the tip of my cock dangled onto her mound. Holding myself there was difficult but Mom eventually realized I was waiting for her to react. Lifting her ass, Mom searched for and found my cock with her open slit and pushed until the head slipped into her cunt.



Still, I held my ground. Slowly, Mom starting fucking, pushing her hips up until my entire shaft was embedded within her. I held my ground and Mom started flexing her hips up and down in a steady rhythm. Her hands soon flattened under her ass, palms up, to assist her lift. We fucked like that until we were both gasping with pleasure and Mom additionally with effort.



At last, I took pity on her, scooped her legs up by threading my elbows under her knees and pushed them back onto her chest, then started a very serious, pounding fuck. Mom was very wet and the lovely sound of wet, slapping flesh filled the room. When I came, I remained deep within Mom’s pussy and, for her part, she twisted around until she wrung every drop out of me. I collapsed on top of her and lay still, panting, until I could breathe normally. We fucked again about half an hour later and then I left.



Every day that week, I visited Mom in the afternoon for similar fucks and twice, on Thursday and Friday, I also visited her at night, taking her twice from behind. I wasn’t so surprised by my stamina, having masturbated nightly for years, but I was by Mom’s. I read up on it on the Internet and found that it wasn’t abnormal for a mature woman to be capable of having sex daily, especially if she hadn’t been very active for a long period.



Strangely, Mom reverted to not paying much attention to me, or to Dad, and the foot game was not re-enacted.



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On Saturday afternoon, I visited Mom again. I hadn’t expected to have the opportunity until the evening but Mom took the lead.



“I’m feeling a little tired, Rob. I think I’ll go upstairs for a nap,” she announced.



“Oh, sure, okay Mom,” I responded.



Mom turned half way up the stairs. “If your father comes home, could let him know I’m having a nap?”



“Uh, I’m going out Mom. Maybe I’ll go down to the store to see if I can help out.”



“Oh. Would you mind leaving him a note then in case he misses you?”



“Sure.”



Mom went upstairs and I sat downstairs pondering my options. Clearly, Mom wasn’t expecting Dad and since I had convinced myself that she knew that I knew something was going on, this was her signal that her lover was coming and I should leave.



Could I really wait for a while and slip upstairs for a quickie, again pretending to be her lover? I couldn’t make up my mind but in the end horniness won the day. I opened and closed the door, then sat for another ten minutes. Instead of going through the motions of moving the car and sneaking into my room, I simply opened and closed the door again, then crept up the stairs and peeked into Mom’s bedroom. Sure enough, there she was, nude, lying on her back with legs open and knees already bent and lifted. She was ready to be eaten or fucked and probably in that order.



I continued to my room, doffed my clothes, and returned to the hallway. For some reason, it struck me that I should be using a condom but I hadn’t up to that point, so what was the point? Mom must be taking care of that because she seemed eager to soak up all my jism. She must have some idea of who she thought her lover was, and that he was fixed and therefore probably married and not requiring precautions, because otherwise the consequences were dire.



A sinking feeling overwhelmed me, leaving me light in the head, and I almost fell against the wall. Returning to my bedroom, I found the rubber in the back of my drawer that I had bought a couple of years earlier, unnecessarily of course, for my first date with Margaret Wenton. I put it on, somewhat surprised that it didn’t disintegrate from age. Suitably armed, I turned back toward Mom’s bedroom, intent on completing my mission.



I gave Mom’s feet a damn good licking before dragging my tongue leisurely up her legs. My fingers held her nipples as I sank my tongue deep between her lips and started lapping up her effluent. Throughout all my prior experimentation, I had found that Mom liked to be lapped. I kept it up, eventually used a finger to assist, until Mom reached her first orgasm. I had also found that Mom was more pliable if I first ate her out without hurrying.



Climbing aboard, I crawled over Mom’s chest and pushed my cock into her waiting mouth. Taking my time, I slowly began fucking her face as I adjusted the pillow behind her head to keep it up at a conducive angle. Several times I almost displaced the sleeping mask and once Mom beat me to it to push it back into place. This had happened earlier in the week and as a result I was no longer anxious about getting caught. When I was close to coming, I pulled out of Mom’s mouth and slid down her body. She was already lifting her legs and holding them where it was easy for me to grab and push them onto her chest, rolling her butt up toward me so I could easily enter and pound on her pussy. Mom already knew what I, or ‘her lover’, liked.



About fifteen minutes later, I was finished and had almost recovered my breath when Mom tried to twist around onto her tummy. I lifted my weight so she could move, then settled onto her ass. My cock had embedded itself in her crack and, despite my recent orgasm, began to get interested again. It had been a long time since the one time Mom had let me in her ass. I had begun to think it had been a one-time opportunity but the way she was nudging back at my slowly stiffening cock, I started to hope that maybe it was simply a rare event.



Soon, we were rubbing each other in mini-fuck movements and my cock was definitely hard and ready. I pulled it back until it slid off Mom’s crack and then pushed it into her waiting, very wet pussy. Once inside, I started moving to and fro in very slow thrusts, secure in the knowledge that we both understood this was simply a primer and the big event would be a visit to the dark side. Man, I was so happy I had decided to come upstairs.



That’s when everything changed.



Without breaking the slow rhythm we had settled into, Mom got up onto her elbows—which was easy because I had lifted up to brace myself on my arms and watch my cock moving in and out of Mom—reached under the pillow on the other side of the bed, and pulled out her cell phone. As I watched, stunned, she flipped the phone open at the same time she used her other hand to pull the mask off her head.



I was hovering, braced above Mom, my cock deep in her from behind, and she was selecting a number to call. Amazingly, I didn’t stop fucking her. I don’t know if it was self-preservation, knowing that changing anything would call attention to me, or what. But my cock kept moving slowly in and out.



I recognized the number. She was calling the store!



Shit! Was she calling to check up on me? Why the fuck had I said I was going to the fucking store? Mom shook her head and lifted the phone to her ear. I heard the person answering quite clearly.



“Mr. Horlock, please,” Mom responded.



“Just a moment, Mrs. Horlock.



Mom waited. I kept moving within her, my past flashing before my eyes.



“Yes?” barked my father.



I almost had a heart attack. Dad was obviously on the phone but his voice, so near, made it seem he was physically present, and able to see who was…



“Hello dear. I was just wondering if you wanted steak for dinner or fish?”



“Lisa, I’m very… uh, actually, I’m going to be late again tonight. Sorry.”



“That’s okay dear. Would you like me to keep something warm for you?”



“Uh, no. I’ll get something, have something brought in.”



“Okay dear. Bye.”



“Lisa?”



“Yes?”



“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you this weekend.”



“Oh that’s alright dear. Rob will look after me. By now.”



I almost choked on those words and I certainly missed a stroke.



“Bye,” Dad’s voice sounded more distant, as if he was already hanging up.



I heard Dad’s chair swivel around, a sound I had become a familiar with, and the phone clattered onto the receiver on his desk. Mom put her cell phone on the bed but left it open. I could hear sounds coming from the phone. Dad had evidently not hung up the phone properly and the clatter I’d heard was likely it falling off the cradle. However, Dad must have already turned around in his chair because I’m sure he wouldn’t have said what he did next if he knew the line was still open.



“Come on, get your mouth back on it.”



My eyes almost bugged out of my head.



“That’s it baby. See, you’re getting the hang of it. Take it deep…hold it, hold it…”



There was a pop and a loud gasping for air.



“Yeah baby. I can’t give you Christmas off but you can have the whole week after Thanksgiving.”



There was a muffled, unintelligible sound.



“I thought you’d like that. I usually only let the Moms have Thanksgiving off but you do this so well…yeah, hold it, hold it, hold it, fantastic…oh yeah!”



There was a louder popping sound and a more desperate grasp for air. Dad had found someone new.



Mom lowered her head onto the mattress and reached behind herself. She inched forward, dislodging herself from my cock and pulled her cheeks apart with both hands. I stared at the little whole, open to the size of a penny, already greased and ready to go.



Mom had planned this!



I pushed the tip of my cock into Mom’s well-lubed bunghole and pushed. It sank inside easily but I waited for her ass to accommodate my bulk anyway. While listening to Dad getting his cock sucked, I slowly pushed my throbbing shaft into Mom’s asshole. Her hands had returned to press palm down beside her shoulders and she turned to face the open cell phone just as I reached full depth. At that moment, Mom spoke directly at her phone in full voice as if I was across the room.



“I never let your father in my ass, so fuck it good.”



There was no response from the cell phone other than the sound of Dad getting blown. Mom laughed and I started moving slowly in and out. I loved being in her tight ass but this was incredible. What a feeling, listening to Dad getting blown, watching my Mom catching him red-handed while she broadcast letting someone taking her in the ass. Could it get better than that?



Yes, actually it could. That someone was me, his son, her son, and she had obviously known all along it was me. Her laugh had relieved the shock of her revelation, that and the feel of her ass pulling on my cock. I did my best to make this the best fuck Mom had ever had. I don’t know if I succeeded—it sounded like I didn’t do too bad—but I hoped I did well enough.



A little fear niggled at my brain, that I wouldn’t be able to keep Mom interested without the excitement of not knowing who was doing her, but I would have to worry about that later. Right now, there was a serious ass underneath me begging for more and Mom was moaning loudly, pulling the pillow over her head, and ignoring the phone like it didn’t matter anymore. She was mine.



After we had finished, we showered together and went downstairs for dinner. Mom cooked a steak which we ate with baked potatoes and brussel sprouts, topped with a nice Merlot. We didn’t leave anything for Dad. After dinner, we settled in to watch a movie together, cuddling on the couch. Just after the movie started Mom turned to me.



“Did you really think, Robert, that I would believe your father could take me three times in one night?”



She laughed, probably because she could see in my face that the thought that he couldn’t hadn’t occurred to me, as it wouldn’t to any teenager. I imagine that I also looked like I thought I was still in trouble.



“Don’t worry, I’m hardly going to tell your father, now am I, and anyway, isn’t it obvious he never listens to me?”



We had a good belly laugh at that one. Sitting close together as we were, the laughter initiated tremors and that started things going again. We went upstairs.



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On Monday, I had sex with Mom as soon as Dad was out the door. He was still in the driveway when I lifted her skirt and entered her from behind, unable to slip her panties aside because she wasn’t wearing any. The rest of that week taught me something new: older women can be very, very horny, and quite insatiable.



Our relationship grew from that point on and it was almost as if she and I were the couple and Dad was the third party. Dad continued spending most of his time at the store which left lots of time for Mom and I to be together, becoming more in tune with each other every day, and not just sexually. We often drove to the next town where we could be together without being recognized, if not unnoticed because of our age disparity. Life was good.



Then one of the women at the store quit and brought forth a complaint against Dad. At first, he weathered it by denigrating her and accusing her of theft but then a former employee added her own complaint, and another current employee joined the chorus, and then another. The publicity wrought a drop in sales with each new complaint and the legal bills, though initially nominal, threatened to become onerous.



Dad pretended there wasn’t a problem and acted as if he was completely innocent, expressing anger that his generosity as an employer was met with such ingratitude. He was in complete denial and refused to believe the drop in sales was in any way related to the issue because ‘his customers’ would know the accusations were false. In the end, he handled the problem in his own way: he had a stroke, and that changed everything.



At first, it was an emotional shock because, despite his self-serving, abusive behavior he was still my father. Moreover, his constant presence in the house made it difficult for Mom and I to be together but that eventually changed. Since Dad seemed to be unaware of his surroundings, I took his place in Mom’s bed and we put him in my room. If he was downstairs—we had a lift installed to let a wheelchair traverse the stairs—and the mood struck us, we simply wheeled him into another room. Dad wasn’t capable of telling anyone even if he was aware and, let’s face it, he wasn’t exactly an innocent bystander. Once, we got carried away before wheeling Dad away and something about him convinced me that he knew what was happening but couldn’t respond. Fuck him.



Through this three month period the store was managed by Mrs. Omed but despite her best efforts sales continued to slide and layoffs were imminent. In addition, the legal problems were steadily progressing and were definitely not in our favor. Something had to be done.

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