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A Little Nice

By: LansaraStar



This is the second half of "A Little Mean."

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He had gone out to the bar with his buddies, knowing that his wife was bound and being fucked by two vibrators at home. After another one of her bitchy moods, he needed a drink. Besides, the camcorder was catching it all. 

He had left her about eleven. The bar closed at 2:00. Three hours should be enough to make her sorry. If not, she could just be left there for longer. 

At 2:30, he and his buddies were finally kicked out, definitely drunk, and looking for trouble. 

"Come back to my place! I'm punishing my bitchy wife."

The others, five in all, were a little intrigued. They all went back to the house, waiting to see what type of punishment was being handed out. They did not expect what they saw.

She was on her back, spread eagle, bucking wildly with tears streaming down her cheeks. Nipple clamps attached to a chain and then to her belt, pulling her nipples to the point of bruising. 

He moved to her and somehow managed to undo the strap, pulling two clamps off her pussy lips. The vibrators immediately popped out with a gush of fluids. 

Her body lay limp except for the weakening spasms of almost four hours of continuous orgasm. The gag was removed from her mouth. A small trickle of blood could be seen from where the gag had ripped the tender flesh at the sides of her mouth.

He carefully lifted her head so she could take a sip of water. She swallowed greedily. 

"Are you ready to be nice to me now sweety?"

"No, please, no."

"You don't have much of a choice."

He cuffs were undone and with gentle hands, he turned her over to her stomach. She was too tired and hurt to fight. A pillow went under her stomach as she was positioned for him, her ass in the air. 

Slowly, he moved down and started licking her clit and pussy. 

"Please, NO."

"But you want it, Baby. Feel, you're getting wet again. You're such a slut, aren't you? You want to come again already."

"No, please, I hurt."

"Shush."

Slowly, he lifted her hips. He motioned for his buddies to strip as he did so himself. With a jar of cream from the bedstand, he lubed his long hard on, getting harder in anticipation. 

"Relax, Darling."

He pushed against her ass hole and felt her tense. She cried out and jerked forward. He pulled her back by the hips and slammed into ass. His hand came down on her ass leaving a bright red hand print. 

"Jimmy, why don't you try her pussy. Mikey, see if she'll suck for you."

"No, please, NO!"

She cried out as the men moved to comply. She was pulled to her hands and knees, doggy style on the bed. Mikey's partner came into full view, ten inches of meat, three inches wide. Her eyes widened in horror and she tried to move her head back and away. Instead, Mikey grabbed her hair and slammed her face onto his cock, forcing her to take it deep.

At the same time, Jimmy had moved under her and slammed his cock into her already tender pussy. He pushed against her cervix, causing her to try to cry out. Instead, she merely gasped as Mike held her hair, forcing her to face fuck him. 

"Oh God, she is good! Oh GAAAWWWWDDDD!"

Mike starting cumming in her mouth, making her choke until she swallowed. As he orgasmed, he pushed his way down her throat, cutting of all of her air. 

Jimmy started to spurt, just as He started to come in her ass, both thrusting as hard as they could into her for that final sensation, before pulling out. 

The other three buddies quickly moved in and continued the rhythm set. Each one taking a hole and plugging it as best as they could. 

She started crying and squirming as her assaulted body went out of her control and she started orgasming again. She squirted her own liquids as she set off the others to squirt theirs. 

The three pulled out and she was able to collapse on the bed. Come and her own juices soaking it and staining it. Her husband was jerking off and released himself all over her back and ass. The others followed until she was covered with their sticky white love juice.

Exhausted, she just curled up into a ball. Carefully, he shut off the video camera, then picked her up and carried her into the shower where he cleaned her gently. He admired his handiwork, the bruises from the belt and nipple clamps, as well as on her hips from where he had gripped her. Her ass still had a hand print. 

He carefully cleaned her and then carried her to the spare bedroom where he wrapped her in a towel and snuggled in with her under the covers.

"I hope now you'll be a good girl and won't get bitchy. A man can only take so much you know."

"Yes, dear. I've learned my lesson. I'll be nice, I won't be bitchy again. Unless of course I want another lesson."

"Good girl, that's my nice little girl."

A Little Night Game



What a day. Hell, what a week. You make your way to your car after what seemed like the longest week in history. You need a hot shower, stiff drink, serious man food, and hot nekkid sex. In that order. You open your car door and wait a minute and while the enclosed heat escapes, you run a hand through your short tousled hair. Although you keep the windows cracked, the interior is stifling. As you move to get in, you notice an envelope on the seat. The familiar writing makes you forget all about your week, shower, food, drink, and go straight to the sex. You know who it's from and recognize the hand writing. Tonight is the night you've both talked about. In the envelope there is a hotel key, room number, and instructions. Despite the blistering heat, a shiver runs down your back. 

You hardly notice the hot leather seats as you hurry home to prepare for what promises to be a very exciting and fulfilling evening. Although the traffic this time of day is bumper to bumper, you try not to lose patience as your mind runs through all the possibilities of what's in store later tonight. As heat creeps up your cheeks, you crank up the air conditioner full blast. The colder air does nothing to relax the ever growing erection now straining against your slacks. You try to adjust your bulge to a more comfortable angle and fear you could have permanent zipper marks if you don't find relief soon. You turn up the radio hoping for a distraction as a pounding song comes on, full of bass and thumping. The song sings of bumping and grinding and the rhythm reminds you of pounding your flesh into a tight, wet hole. So much for getting a distraction. Absentmindedly you reach down and rub the heel of your hand down the length of your cock through your pants. It pulses and tingles with the contact. You drop your head back against the headrest as your eyes droop closed. You are jerked back to reality as you hear a horn blaring behind you and you realize the light had changed. Swearing at yourself for being a slave to your cock, you accelerate and force yourself to keep up with traffic until you are safely home. 

Once home, you step into a tepid shower, and hope the cooler water helps alleviate your now almost painful erection. You were instructed not to masturbate before tonight, but the pounding water is only adding to your arousal. As you soap your body your foam covered hands work their way over your smooth shaven chest, pausing to lightly run a slick fingertip over your nipples. You've always loved nipple play and it sends jolts straight to your already heavy cock. You try to concentrate on bathing again, but soon realize that you are slowly stroking yourself. You are freshly shaven here too leaving only a small, well trimmed nesting of hair. You know it will only take a few quick strokes to bring relief and you feel under the circumstances I would understand. Your balls tingle as they draw close to your body preparing to erupt and you feel the all too familiar pressure at the base of your spine. Without any more encouragement than that you grunt as ribbons of your hot seed are shot against the shower wall. Once your breathing and heart rate return to normal, you are finally able to finishing showering and getting ready. Feeling a little more in control of yourself, although a little guilty, you shrug it off and convince yourself it's better for your body not to have to run around with a hard on for hours at a time, safer to drive too.

Now, showered, shaved and dressed per my instructions you are waiting in the hotel room. You are kneeling in the suites sitting room with your knees slightly apart wearing only the black silk lounge pants tied loosely at the waist, no shirt, no shoes. Your hands are clasped behind your back and eyes averted at the ground. The lights are dim but your eyes are adjusting. You know I have prepared the adjoining room for us and are very anxious and slightly nervous to get started. You try not to think too much about what all we are going to do tonight, but despite your best efforts your mind relives earlier conversations we had. We have been lovers for a while and while we still thoroughly enjoy traditional sex, we both found we enjoy getting a little kinky. We talked about different sex toys we would like to use and have used on us, and different role playing we would like to participate in. We both found ourselves getting very turned on at the talk of playing a Dom/sub roll and how we would like to see it played out. Remembering these conversations is bringing back your erection full force and you try to mentally control the tingling as your blood changes direction and flows to your crotch.

You hear the bedroom door open and catch yourself before you look up. Your instructions included keeping your eyes down unless I gave permission. I step in front of you and you can see that I'm wearing 6" spiked, black strappy leather heels, and black netted stockings. You want to see the rest of the outfit so bad the tendons in your neck ache as you struggle to keep your head down. I step closer to you and you can smell the familiar scent that I wear as well as the scent of my arousal. You can feel your cock jerk and take a deep breath to try and control it. That backfires as you fill your lungs with my scent. The overpowering scent short circuits the last bit of control you have on controlling your erection. You hear me chuckle when I realize you lost the battle and I gently run my fingers through your sandy colored short hair in understanding. This simple caress serves to both relax you and remind you that I care and understand you're struggling.

You can see a leather flogger in my hand now and let a swear word escape your lips as another jolt of lust shoots straight to your cock. I remind you that you will be punished for speaking without permission and you press your lips together to suppress the moan that tried to escape at the thought. 

After what seemed like an eternity but was actually only a minute, I place a finger under your chin and slowly lift your face to meet mine. Making sure you have time to take in my outfit. You can see that I'm wearing soft black lace gloves that go to my elbows with the fingertips exposed showing well manicured long fingers, a leather corset that lifts my breasts up like an offering with the cups barely covering my already erect nipples and emphasizing the smooth white skin of my exposed shoulders, the boning shows off my trim waist and the corset stops just before the flair of my generous hips. My black stockings stop at the top of my thighs, and because I'm wearing no panties, you catch a glimpse of my bare, smooth pussy just waiting for you. You can see my clit playing peek-a-boo between my already moistening lips, just begging for your kiss. My dark hair is down and the silken strands brush past my shoulders almost covering the upper swell of my creamy breasts.

I smile at your expression of pure lust on your face, showing a row of my straight white teeth and the dimple in my left cheek that you love to run your tongue over. I ask you to stand for inspection. As you do, you clasp your hands behind your head, feet spread apart and are instructed to look straight ahead and not to move or make noise. I take a moment and marvel at your beautiful body and wonder how I got so lucky to have you. You stand several inches taller than I even with me in these heels with broad, well muscled shoulders that shows many hours at the gym, tapering down to slim hips a taunt ass, and 8" of beautiful thick cock. Your long, lean muscled thighs and legs speak of how you love to hike the nearby mountain trails. I run my fingertips over your face, exploring the chiseled jaw and strong cheek bones, touching your eyelids that cover your beautiful brown eyes and marvel at your long lashes as they brush your cheeks, and tracing your well arched brows. When I caress your mouth, I marvel at your full bottom lip and you can't help but slide out the tip of your tongue for a taste of my fingertips. I give your lips a tap with my fingers to remind you that it wasn't allowed. I continue to run my hands over your muscled shoulders memorizing every texture and across your chest paying special attention to your nipples that respond to the caress by tightening to stiff little peaks. I lean forward and flick one with my tongue and you gasp. Your cock is now tenting your pants even more as I continue dragging my fingers across your abs to the waistband of the pants. Your stomach muscles flutter and your cock jerks in anticipation as I get closer

I Instruct you to remove your pants and I step back to give you room. You release the drawstring and start to push your pants down, your cock springs forward to its full length, happy for the room to expand as it seems to almost reach for my caress. You remove the pants and kick them aside and clasp your hands behind your head again as your hard cock bobs happily in front of you. I'm moved at your willingness to please me and follow my instructions. I step closer and firmly take your cock in my hand. I give it a nice long stroke from base to tip rubbing my fingertips over the reddened crown. You close your eyes and bite back a moan as a small drop of pre cum weeps from your slit. I reach down and cup your balls feeling their weight and enjoying the smooth shaven skin resisting the urge to thrust your hips in my hand. I tell you that you can put your arms down and I reward your obedience with a deep passionate kiss. We are both hungry for each other as our tongues slide inside each other's mouths. Tasting and exploring, leaving no area untouched. I pull away with a small nip at your full lower lip that I love so much and quickly soothe it with a lap my tongue.

I take your hand and lead you to the bedroom and you can feel your heart speed up in anticipation. The room is lit by candles and you can see that there is a King size, four poster bed in the center of the room, and a Jacuzzi style tub sits in one corner filled with steamy, scented water. There are decorative iron rings on the bed posts and along the beds footboard. Instead of looking medieval it looks rustic and inviting with extra plump pillows and thick down comforter. Before we begin, I remind you of your "safe word", the one that if spoken, will end stop everything if things become too uncomfortable, or too painful. This time the word is "butterfly". You nod your head and let me know you are ready and draw in a shaky breath. I kiss you again and instruct you to clasp your hands behind your back. When you do, I move behind you and secure them together with leather cuffs. 

I instruct you to get on your knees and place a soft cushion on the floor for you to kneel on. When you are settled, I slowly start caressing your back with the flogger and your muscles jump at the contact. You are surprised at the softness of the straps and relax a little. I ask you if you were good today and you reply with a yes. I remind you that you were instructed not to orgasm and ask you again if you were good. You look at me surprised that maybe I had some sixth since that gives me a peek into your life. You decide to analyze that another time. You confess to the shower scene and try to quickly make excuses for your behavior convinced that if I heard you out that I would understand. I told you to hush in a firm tone and you snapped your mouth shut with protest and a defiant glare in your eye. I reminded you that you made some mistakes during the inspection that you needed to be punished for. You start to protest again and I remind you that by arguing you will be punished more. After a moment to regroup, you apologize and admit your faults. I reward you with another kiss and let you know you will receive 5 lashes for licking my fingers, 5 lashes for arguing and 5 for masturbating without permission. You nod and I instruct you to remain still during your punishment.

I tell you before your punishment begins you will need to lick my pussy. Your eyes grow dark with arousal at the thought, feeling a bit like a kid getting dessert before you have to eat your veggies. You love the taste of me almost as much as I love your tongue and you feel your cock jerk and bob with anticipation. I move to stand in front of you almost touching and with my heels it puts my bare pussy level with your mouth. I rock my hips forward as you take one long swipe up my slit with your talented and willing tongue. My head drops back as you circle your tongue around my clit and I moan softly. You dip in for another swipe and I part my legs more for easier access. You love the feeling of my silky, wet hairless mound beneath your mouth and you feel you could eat me all day. You want to touch me, caress my legs and butt and part my lower lips with your thumbs, but remember too late that you are bound and almost topple over. I steady you by grasping your shoulders and draping one leg over. My cunt is pressed against your mouth now as you lick and slurp up my juices; you love the sweet taste of my wet pussy and can't seem to bury your face deep enough. You continue to nibble and suck my nether lips, fucking me deep as you can get with your tongue like you would love to climb inside and wallow in my warm sweet wetness. I start to thrust my hips against your face and moan that I'm about to cum. You concentrate on my clit gently but firmly sucking it between your teeth and I moan your name and arch my back as I come undone and fill your mouth with a gush of my cum. You drink in my juices like a man starving of thirst as my orgasm winds down. I step away while I try regulating my breathing. You smile when you see that my legs are shaky, knowing how your oral skills get to me, and I kiss you again in a silent reward for your talent, knowing that I am tasting myself on your lips and tongue. That knowledge excites us both even more.

I tell you to stand and I release your hands only to attach both of them to rings on the outside of the footboard spaced about 2 feet apart. You are now bent at the waist head lowered between your arms and legs spread. You know you are vulnerable to whatever I dish out, but because of the level of trust and respect we have for each other, you can only feel excitement at what might happen next. I give you time to let it sink in and let your muscles relax as I remind you again of your safe word and rub my hands up and down your back talking softly, soothing you. 

I run the flogger up your back, over your shoulders, and around your cock so you can feel the soft leather straps attached to the end. You shudder at the contact and let your eyes close slightly as heavy arousal courses through your body. I explain again why you are being punished and instruct you to count the lashes out loud, this time there is only acceptance. I bring the flogger down on your bare ass and you feel the straps wrap around your hip. There is a slight sting followed by a heat that shoots straight to your cock. You gasp at the contact and are a little surprised at the feelings it brings out in you. The emotion involved surprises you but you don't have much time to think about it as I bring down 3 more lashes in a row.

They are spaced so I don't hit the same spot, but instead pepper your ass , thighs and back. You almost lose count due to the erotic feel of the slight pain and tantalizing burn. The straps of the flogger curl around your inner thighs now, just missing your vital parts but this just serves to excite you more. By the eighth blow your cock is so hard it almost feels like it will burst if you don't come and your pre cum is dripping into a puddle on the floor. The sting and burn mixed with the sound of leather on skin fills the room along with your moans and weak attempt to keep count. By 12 you think you will come without even touching your cock and you can feel your body writhe with erotic sensations that threaten to rob you of your sanity as you struggle to stay standing. Your counting comes out as barely audible gasps now. Your eyes are watering by the fifteenth and final blow not with pain, but mind blowing outer body arousal. You feel as if you are floating above yourself and are nearly unaware of my touch, but at the same time feel like a bundle of exposed nerves. You know just one touch to your cock will cause immediate eruption. When you come back to yourself I am running my hands gently up and down your reddened back, butt and legs with soothing circular motions, my silky hair caresses your hot skin and you pick up the slight floral scent of my shampoo as I place soft kisses on the marks left by the flogger. This experience was so much more than you ever thought it could be.

I tell you that you did well and reward you by taking your over sensitive cock in my mouth for a deep, wet suck. You almost cum just with one swipe of my tongue. I release your hands and help guide you to lie down on the bed. As you do I attach straps to your wrist and ankles spreading you out for my delight. I climb on top of you and place a blindfold over your eyes. I kiss you again and can taste your arousal on your tongue. I kiss down your jaw, nibbling and sucking slightly at your neck. I run my lips over your shoulders licking at the salty, sweat slickened skin and loving the arousing musky male taste that is all you. I move to your nipples flicking them with the tip of my tongue and circling them until they are stiff and wet. I know how sensitive your nipples and you almost arch off the bed when I attach the nipple clamps. After the initial shock you settle down and part your lips at the slow tingling burn. I take this opportunity to push down my corset and expose my already hard, tingling nipples to the air. I gently rub one tip across your lips and you latch on like a hungry child but there is nothing childlike about the caress of your tongue. I switch nipples and you bathe the other one with your mouth and lips, sucking it in as deeply as I will allow. After too short of time I pull away and I press a small button on your nipple clamps and they begin to vibrate. You moan and thrash your head on the pillow. You mumble something about it being soooo gooood and I smile. The sight and sounds you are making makes me even wetter and more aroused than I thought possible. I kiss and lick your abs, memorizing every muscle and dip with my mouth. When I get to your navel I circle it gently and dip the tip of my tongue in for a taste. The tip of your cock is brushing my chin and I gently surround your reddened crown with my lips. You gasp and gently thrust your hips up in a reaction beyond your control. I suck you in my mouth as deep as I can and you are overcome with the intense sensations that being blindfolded adds. As I continue to suck and lick you, my hand caresses your balls, squeezing them gently and rolling them between my fingers. I wrap my fingers around your sack and tug down gently. 

The tugging feels good and also helps to keep you from cumming too soon. I stick my fingers in my pussy and draw out some of the copious amount of juice and with that for lube I gently probe your puckered hole. I stick my tongue in the slit of your crown the same time I stick my two fingers in your ass. My fingers explore until I find your sensitive gland within and gently press on it as I gently graze my teeth over the crown of your cock. I can feel that you are getting close to cumming and withdraw my fingers and my mouth. You moan your protest, but are soon rewarded with another deep toe tingling kiss. You feel something cool and smooth press against your asshole and you tense when you feel something firm, but lubed demand entrance. I speak soothing words and you soon relax and allow it to enter. It's a vibrating bullet about 2" long and 1 ½" in diameter. It's attached to a thin, long wire that has an intensity controller at the end. Once I have it inserted as far in as I want it, I turn it on the lowest setting and watch your face as your mouth parts in bliss with a slight grin. I turn it up a notch or two and your breathing increases and your hips begin to rotate. I give you a minute to adjust and then turn it all the way up the same time as I slam down my hot wet pussy on your cock. The dual sensation almost makes you lose it right then and you let out something between a shout and a groan.




A Little Night Game



I sit still for a moment, enjoying all the tingling sensations, and use only my internal muscles to massage your cock. Sweat beads on your face and chest as you struggle to maintain control. You know you will be punished if you cum too soon and are using every trick in the book to keep that from happening. I slide off you until only the head of your cock is inside me and slide down again. Your hips come off the bed as you dig your heels in for traction. I can hear you grind your teeth in attempts not to cum. You can't move far being restrained and tug against the wrist and ankle straps protesting. You almost use your safe word and come, but barely manage to regain control instead. I start up a vigorous pace, grinding my clit against your pelvis on every downward thrust while murmuring how much I love to ride you hard. You can feel my internal muscles start to milk your cock and you know the orgasm of your life is seconds away. You try and breath deep for control and just when you think your balls will explode I tell you I'm about to cum. I lean forward as I do and release the nipple clamps. The blood flowing through the tips again adds a sting of pain that sends you over the edge as you can feel my cunt grab you like a vise. We both yell out the orgasm; you arching your beautiful neck, tendons straining, thrashing on the pillows and filling me with pulse after pulse of your hot sweet cum, while I arch my back with my hair brushing the small of my back, and dig my fingernails into your thighs while screaming each other's and God's name as we seem to shatter into a million pieces. 

After what seems like forever, we float back down to earth and you barely notice when I remove your restraints. I remove my clothes and we stumble to the Jacuzzi giggling at each others clumsiness and slip our well worn bodies into the steaming scented water for some much needed relief. We exchange gentle kisses and bask in the afterglow. After some much needed bubbling, we dry off and slip in bed. You gather me in your arms and just as you are drifting off you think you hear me say something about next time using a cock ring and a strap on. You're not sure if your cock starts to harden because that scares you or turns you on. Maybe both? But that's another story.

THE END



A Little Night Music



This is a fantasy written for a very special friend. This friend likes to role-play as a little girl who is being taken by force. All references to a "little girl" are references to my friend who is over 18. 

In NO way do I intend to promote rape or sex with children with this story. As long as it's in my mind, it's not on the street.

With that in mind, please enjoy... 

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you shouldn't have

been riding

this late

little girl

too dark

too quiet

too deserted

too easy for me

to grab you as you ride past

your bicycle faltering its way

off the trail and into the chain-link

fence

CRASH!!!

but nobody here to hear

oh, a dog barked, but everyone

too caught up in their TV show

to hear a little girl weeping into my big strong, sweaty hand

so sweet, you smell, little one

so young, you are, little one

so torn you'll be, little one

You wiggle and strain to break free

but you're too small, too weak

to even budge

I have you, my sweet

in my powerful arms

and you will not be released

until I have been satisfied

laying body down

on yours, so tiny

my lips find your ear

and I lick inside

and whisper, "I have a knife"

"One sound and it will be your last"

Hand still wrapped

so tightly

over quivering lips

I reach down

tear at your buttons

rip at your seems

zippers, collars

tearing your bra down

nipples sprouting

in the moonlight

you squeal urgently

into my palm

I push the knife

into your side

so that you can feel

my power

I draw blood

tiny drop

you quiet down

I secretly pray that you are a virgin

as I force my large hand

down down down

inside white panties

tearing them aside

they cover

what I want

you begin crying...

(i love it when you cry)

my clumsy finger moves

deeply into you

so quickly

I see your reaction in your lovely

eyes....they widen

I deepen my finger in you

and attempt a second

but you are far too small

you will be a tight little fuck, baby-doll

I turn you over

onto your belly

tear your panties clear

roll them up

force them between your lips

tape them inside

now one more hand free to feel

your soft skin....hard nipples

wet little cunt

i take my belt off and tie your

sweet little wrists

together

(to get her)

I cinch it tight

to the very last notch

you wince, more tears

flowing down

I kiss them

salty liquid

caused by my

callousness

with more salty liquid to come

pretty baby

but not from you

your little pants down

around squirming thighs

shirt ripped

to bits

bra

mangled

tits pressed into the cold

earth

by my weight

forcing

legs

apart

i push into you

fast and hard

all the way

your breathing stops completely

as I relish in your tightness

fucking at once deep, but also urgently

embedding entire muscle in your 

small opening

my tongue in your ear

again

my weight

makes it

hard

for you to 

breathe

little baby

my concern for you wanes

as I approach climax...

"slow down, SLOW DOWN" says a voice in my head...."you have ALL NIGHT"

I heed these words, and slow my pumping into you. Come back from the edge.

You begin groaning through your sobs shall I mistake them for desire? These groans so deep...

I slow and stop, and pull

oh so

r-e-l-u-c-t-a-n-t-l-y

from you.

I am breathing for the both of us now

since you have stopped, and I am panting.

I want inside you again desperately, but I want to see your little face as I cum. I Whisper.... "You've been waiting just for me, haven't you? How long have you been waiting, my dear? How long?"

I raise myself off of you.

I tell you to stand

You do

"Good girl" I say as I push you down to your pretty knees.

I lean my hips into your face

pushing you back, sweet darling,

against the cold hard fence.

You scream into your soaked panties

My cock glistening in the night with your moisture.

"Look at your wetnees on me" I say pushing your head down. "You must be enjoying this at least a little bit, little one, hmmmmmmm?"

You shake your head violently, "NO!!"

"No, baby, I want you to nod yes...."

(as I rip away the tape)

"Because when you nod yes...."

(as I tear out your panties, throwing them to the dirty ground)

"Your head moves to and fro...."

(as I press the tip against your straining lips)

"Which is precisely what I wish...."

(as I press your little head back against the fence with my throbbing cock)

as you retreat

sweet darling

nowhere for you

to go

but forward

and around

me

I take your hair

in my fists

hold my little baby

still

and slowly thrust forward

as I pull you

onto me

c-o-m-p-l-e-t-e-l-y

I look down to see

what I was waiting for

your eyes

bulging

watering

caughing

spitting

as I cram my cock-meat

slowly....deeper....deeper

the tip entering

yes

entering

your throat now

pretty darling.

I see yet more

two inches more

of me

still outside

in the cold

I ask, "you don't want Daddy's cock left out in the nasty cold, do you pumpkin??"

"There you go...open up...there there....it won't hurt like

that for long, sweetheart...I promise...."

I press still more inside of you. You've long since stopped breathing, but still I press on. I see you start to gag, but I press on, the feeling of your throat constricting around me, too intense to resist!!

I see you start to pass out, and I recede. You inhale in one huge wheezing drawl, and as soon as you reach the peak, and are filled with nice cool night air, I plunge inside you as deeply as before.

"Oh, baby, just one more little inch" I say, holding your hair tightly in fists, pushing your head backward.

"Good girl, here we go..that's my sweet baby" My gentle words help to calm you down, but don't ease the pain you feel as my tip spreads you open, stretches you wide, blocks your oxygen.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes.....Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm YES, baby, that's it..."

The last inch inside you, finally.

"Look up at me, darling, while I fuck your little mouth....that's it." You look up, eyes wide, tears flowing steadily down into your hair, nose even running....face dark red. But still, maybe, quite possibly, faintly in your young eyes....a desire to please me?

I pull out and you look away, gasping for breath. I slap your face lightly, and bring your stare back to my eyes. 

"Keep your eyes HERE, pretty darling, please." I say, pointing to my eyes. "I don't want to have to turn you over and fuck you there, baby. You won't like that, trust me." 

You look up, blinking at me, sobbing at the thought of me taking your little ass.

I stroke your hair, and say "I hate for your training to have to be this way, little one, but I couldn't very well ASK you for your sweet little throat, now could I"

As I plunge deeply back into you. And then out completely.

Then in even deeper, your tongue in the way.

Then out completely.

Then telling you as I thrust forward, "Move your little tongue forward, and it won't hurt so much, baby. And relax your throat" I stroke your hair as I now gently, lovingly, (if that's possible) fuck your mouth. 

"You're such a good little cock-sucker, sweetie. So good to Daddy."

I smile down at you as I recede once again. Is that the glimmer of a smile?

I ram myself into you again, wiping all remembrance of smiles away, and force myself more deeply than ever into your velvety opening, fucking down and back slowly, urgently, as I begin boiling down below....boiling....rising...

I raise you from the fence, cupping your head in my left hand, and standing directly over you, I pull out my cock and tell you, "Open wide, sweet baby, and push your tongue out just a little.........that's it" You comply, your

entire body shaking...wrists bound tightly and hurting, face drenched with tears....cunt still throbbing from the short, but savage fucking you've received.

My hand starts pumping quickly and furiously over the head of my cock. Precum dripping down to your chin. My hand holding your head steady, the tip of me touching intermittently your soft

warm tongue.

"Look at me, sweetie" I manage out through gritted teeth, tight lips. You look up, and I swear that a tiny part of you wants this. But that just couldn't be....could it?

I look into your sweet eyes....are they urging me on? Your tongue wet and willing? I slowly release the pressure of my hand against your head, testing you. You're not moving away? Pumping my fist even more avidly, my body moves

away from you as I stumble slightly. Are you edging your mouth closer to me? 

Your eyes locked with mine. You're not smiling, but somehow you seem anxious....ready...

...willing?

"It just couldn't be!!! It can't be!!!" I say quietly to myself as you push your tongue up and against my tip, your eyes urging me inward. "Faster" they say, "Please Daddy, please, right in my mouth, Daddy"

It must be my imagination....or is it?

I feel the surge deep in my belly, and my hips begin fucking my cock right through my fist, my other hand returning to your head, but this time gingerly, as thick torrents of fluid start pumping out and onto your lips, cheeks, nose,

and as I slow down, directly onto your sweet tongue...

You dutifully hold your tiny tongue out and even move your head so that you catch the last drops coming out of me. I am speechless. I've convinced myself that you wanted it. I think I may be delirious. I catch my breath, looking

bleery-eyed at your sweet face.

You move your small hands out and onto my thighs. No longer bound, they are.

Just when did they become free?

And eyes never leaving mine, you slowly move your soft tongue inside your little mouth, and swallow.



A Little Night Music



Mozart made me rich. I have to give the credit to someone since none of the money I made came through my own efforts or talent. Of course Carla Kopecki had a lot to do with it too. She's my friend Red's mother. 

Red and I went through school together until I went into the Julliard college program and he and his mother moved into the city. We had even more in common then because his father also died.

Meeting at his mom's condo near Lincoln Center after school provided as much education as any formal lessons could. Mrs. Kopecki was amazing. She took us to plays and movies and museums all the time, but the best part was that when she told us about what we had been seeing, she made it sound so interesting. 

Carla Kopecki made her living being a financial planner, a good enough living to get her and Red from a small Staten Island rental, to a luxury condo in Manhattan, but her heart was in the arts. And that's why I got rich.

Before I tell about that, let me say what was going on at my home. My mom was a typical struggling single parent, but she was true to her name, she did everything with grace. We had enough, but still did without a lot. We were fortunate that my father's insurance paid off our small house on Staten Island or else we would have been in real trouble. Grace was a good mother and as I got older I began responding to the fact that she was also a good-looking mother. 

She'd had me when she was young and so she was only in her mid thirties when I became of age. And I liked the way she looked. Maybe she was my type because she was my mother, but I loved her long legs, her soft curves, and her dark almond shaped eyes.

And incidents that would have been insignificant to most, made a big impression on me. So when I walked in and saw her asleep on the couch with her skirt hiked up to where I could see the tops of her stockings and a hint of her panties, it didn't take long for the stiffening in my pants to become huge. It mesmerized me, and it made me uncomfortable. But I knew I wouldn't look away until I had to. The five minutes it took before she moved lasted an hour to me. Anticipating getting caught, drops of sweat rolled down my neck. I knew I could make it seem as if I had just walked in, but I couldn't get away from all the feelings. 

My compromise to rubbing myself as I watched her was to place the book I held over my pants and press. I wanted to fuck her. I could say whatever I wanted about what was going on, the bottom line was that I wanted to fuck my mother. That's not an easy pill to swallow, but I'd finally made it go down.

That certainly wasn't the first time I'd had sexual thought about her. What most sons wouldn't take any notice of had always got me going, like watching her cook in a slip, or seeing her putting on her makeup in a way that would keep her blouse clean. That meant that she stood there in her heels, skirt, and bra, oblivious to my goings and comings. I took in as much of the sight of her as I could. And anything she wore that showed her beautiful cleavage got me crazy.

And it wasn't that I was a sex-starved kid. You know the guy in high school that you didn't think was that good looking, but ended up going out with a lot of the better looking girls? That would be me. It didn't hurt that I played bass and sang with the band that did the local gigs. I'd even had a couple of older women thrown into the mix. Maybe some of the attraction to mom had to do with the fact that the sex was better with the older women.

So I stood there as she slept, hard, wanting to fuck her, thinking, 'what the hell is wrong with you? Aren't there enough women out there?' It was at that moment that mom turned and said, "Oh hi Danny, I didn't hear you come in, what time is it?" She didn't pull her skirt down and I was glad the book was in front of my tented pants.

"It's about five mom," I said. "I just got in this minute, sorry I woke you; I know you worked late last night."

"That's okay honey, I have to start dinner." She got up and kissed me on the cheek and I made sure the book stayed between us. So I'm not telling you this because it was so unusual, but because that was the kind of stuff that was happening to me all the time.

Now I might have thought that with my attraction to my mother and older women, Mrs. Kopecki might have turned me on. She sure had the tits for it. She wasn't a porn star, but she was nice looking and kept herself very well. Maybe because Red was my friend, there was no sexual attraction for me.

Red and I spent so much time together it was hard to keep secrets. If you ever had a 'Best' friend you know what I mean. We used to ride our bikes to Silver Lake, which was more like a pond, and sit at the edge of the water and talk. He was the first one I ever told about my feelings. I probably would never have said anything if he didn't tell me about him and Mary first.

Mary's his sister, who's older by a year. He still loves her. Even though he never said those words then, and he wouldn't say them now, it's so painfully clear. It started with some kissing and what I inferred was some harmless playing 'Doctor' when they were young. But all he ever wanted to talk about was Mary, where she went, what she did, how she looked. 

For Mary, the thing with Red was a short episode of fooling, kissing, and trying her newfound power of feminine attractiveness on for size. For Red it was too much more. When she quickly moved on to other boys and other things, Red was left behind, tied in an emotional knot. Not that he didn't go out and get involved with other girls, but I only had to see Mary and Red in the same room to know that he might never get over her.

What I saw in Red was something of what I saw in me, and what it told me was that I wasn't the only one in the world who could feel something for someone they weren't supposed to. When I told Red that I had a thing for my mom, I wouldn't say he wasn't surprised, but it wasn't that big a deal to him. He knew where I was coming from. So I could tell him what I saw and what I felt, and then the same incident could stimulate me, all over again.

The piano thing started when Mrs. Kopecki decided she wanted to learn to play. After school I would show her some things on my small electronic practice instrument. Before long she went out and bought a baby grand. I still remember the moment when I was looking out at the spectacular view of New York City from her window when she said, "Danny, do you have time to give me piano lessons twice a week? It'll be worth a hundred dollars a week to you."

I'd been playing since I was five and I could certainly teach a beginner, but in no way was I worth fifty dollars an hour. I knew she was trying to help me out since money was tight for mom and me. I made the best bargain of my life when I jokingly said, "I couldn't take money from you Mrs. Kopecki, but we can call it even if you can teach me how to afford a view like this."

She took it seriously and stuck out her hand and said, "Deal. And I've told you before to call me Carla. Now you have to, since you're going to be my teacher." 

For almost a year a year we didn't miss a lesson and she took so much pleasure even in practicing. After she learned the basics she turned to Billy Joel. When she moved on to Mozart, that became all she wanted to learn. And even if she would never end up playing in a concert hall, she was very good. 

For her part of the bargain, it was more a matter of her telling me what stocks and bonds to buy and when to sell them, than it was teaching me how to do it on my own. We set up an account and basically I did whatever she suggested. She was excellent at picking more winners than losers; after all, her lifestyle wasn't paid for by accident. But we also had a stroke of luck when she told me to buy Google and I misunderstood how much she had told me to buy, and I put almost all my money into it. We sold it when the price quadrupled.

While all this was going on, mom was still working a full-time and a part-time job near Fort Hamilton in Bay Ridge. Somehow she ended up dating a guy named Mcteer who was a colonel. He called her all the time. She had dinner at the officer's club a lot and he usually took her to all the formal functions there. 

I knew we were strapped for money, so when mom came home with a new car one day. I couldn't understand it and I said, "Mom, where did you get the money?"

She hesitated and then said, "From Colonel Mcteer."

I got whacked with a jumble of feelings, topped by anger and jealousy. I drew conclusions and it came out as, "You mean you fucked that damned officer for a car?"

She turned red and raised her hand. She'd never hit me as a kid and I don't know how she stopped from slapping my face at that moment, but she did. She took my arms in her fists and said, "You listen to me Danny, first of all, if I did, it wouldn't be any of your business, and secondly, it was just a loan for the down payment. I'm tired of getting stuck on the Verrazano Bridge, I'm tired of being a dollar short every month, and I'm tired of not having enough strength to get through the day." By this time her eyes were welling with tears and I put my arms around her to hug her.

"I'm sorry mom, please don't cry. I just didn't want to see you get in a situation..." I didn't know what the hell to say and I kissed her face and neck a few times and told her not to cry because was it going to be all right. I'd promised Carla I wouldn't spend any of the invested money, but I told mom, "I have enough saved from the piano lessons for that down payment. I want you to give what you took from the colonel back, okay?"

"But it's five thousand dollars, Danny."

"I have it mom; will you do it?"

She said, "How could you have saved so much...but you worked for that money..."

I said, "Don't worry, I love you..." I called her by the name that always made her smile when I said it, "Gracie-girl."

She hugged me and said, "I love you too baby, thank you, I'll give it back. I wasn't happy about taking it but I...oh, and Danny, I didn't sleep with him. He just likes having me on his arm at the Officer's Club, to parade in front of his buddies."

I said, "I'm glad, mom." I kissed her lips a little too long and I ran my hand over her waist down her hips. She laughed a little and said, "Danny, I think were getting a little carried away here; let's go get a cup of coffee." We sat and talked a while and before she went to bed, I kissed her again and when she pulled back she had a concerned smile as she said, "Goodnight darling." 

During the next months, things went well financially, but Carla wouldn't let me spend a penny. Everything went back into the pot. When I had enough for a stereo system, she said, "Wait." When I had enough to pay off mom's car, she said, "Wait." 

When I looked at the bottom line of the year-end statement, I showed it to Carla and said, "Look at this, thanks to you, I can do something I've always wanted to, and that's buy my mom an apartment in the city. Carla, Do you have any idea how hard my mom has worked over the years? She worked two jobs, she cleans until there isn't a speck of dust in the house, she cooks, and she never buys herself anything. It's been a dream of hers to live in the city and take advantage of all the things there is to do here. I listened to you and didn't say anything about the money, but I want to do this for her, she deserves it."

Carla said, "Okay, I think it's time, but I want you to buy two; one for Grace and one for an investment." I took her advice as I always did.

After putting down a good down payment on the apartments Carla and I picked out, I couldn't wait to show mom. I asked her to come to the city to see a movie. It wasn't a usual thing for us to spend Sunday together and she treated it as a special occasion. She got dressed up and made up, and looked great. I said, "Mom, you look spectacular." She actually blushed. 

I wanted it to be a total knockout surprise about the apartments, so we actually did go to the movie first. When we got out, there was a sudden downpour and we ducked into small doorway with an overhang. We were practically belly to belly. I just looked at her. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I brought my face closer to hers and not really knowing how far to go, or what to say, or what to do, I said, "You really do look great mom." I kissed her cheek. There are different ways to kiss a cheek. I didn't kiss hers the way a son might give his mother a dismissive peck. I kissed her softly with an open mouth, the way a lover might. 

This time she smiled an uncomfortable smile and began breathing deeply. She put her hands on my arms. She kissed my cheek, the same way I had kissed her. She tried getting some words out. She said, "Honey...we...Danny..." she looked out and said, "I think the rain is stopping, we can go now."

We walked the two blocks in the fine drizzle, near to where we were parked, and across the street from the apartments. I said, "Mom come with me, I want to show you something." 

We walked into the building that had a banner saying 'Now selling – only a few left,' and mom's mouth opened when the doorman tipped his hat and said, "Good day sir... ma'am," without asking where we were going. He's seen me enough times to know me.

Mom said, "What's going on?"

"Be patient, just come with me...ma'am." I led her into the elevator and we rode up to the thirtieth floor. I took out the keys and opened the door. She walked in and was astonished at the big open space and the view across town. 

"This is amazing," she said, It's so big, and spotless." Mom's thing for 'Clean' didn't only apply to houses; she never liked it if I skipped shaving for even one day. 

"Danny what is this, why do you have the keys to this place?"

I said, "I'll explain it all in a minute, but first I have to show you one more thing." 

I took her down the hall and opened the second door. "Oh my God," she said. "This is even more beautiful than the other one, Danny...?"

I said, "Okay, so this is the one you would pick right?" I handed her keys and said, "It's for you Gracie-girl." By the time I finished the story about where the money had come from, she was crying and laughing at the same time in shocked disbelief.

She said, "This is beyond anything I could have dreamed...and you did all this...yourself...for me..."

"No mom, I hardly did it by myself...and I did it for us." I put my arms around her and I pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth opened a little and after a moment she pulled back and looked at me. 

She didn't ask what I was doing. She didn't even look surprised. She just said, "No Danny...no." She put her cheek on my chest and held me. It wasn't a time for words, so I just wrapped her in my arms.

We moved into the Apartment and furnished it complete with piano. Within nine months we sold the house in Staten Island and the other apartment for almost double what we paid. The investments were doing well, but we weren't. The kiss didn't go away. Its taste was between us when we talked, and its touch was between us when we looked at each other. The one time we did talk about it, we went around in circles. Mom said it was something that couldn't be, and I kept asking why not. 

Whenever things weren't right between us, mom asked me to play for her. More often than not it was Mozart. Some people think it's calming for children and it helps them learn. I don't know about that, but mom was always in a better mood and usually wanted to be close as I played. She'd often sit on the bench and put her arms around my waist and her face on my shoulder blades. It wasn't easy to play that way, but I didn't mind. And when one of her breasts pressed against me, I minded even less.

The first time we almost crossed the physical barrier, we were at a dinner place where there was dancing. We'd had a few drinks and during a soft ballad I felt her moving against me much more than the dance required. I know she knew I was hard, because her hand rested on it twice. The first time probably by accident, and the second time, probably to see if she was feeling what she thought she was feeling. I wanted to say, "I'm hard for you mom." I wanted her to say, "I'm glad you're hard for me." It didn't happen. 

When we got home, we changed our clothes and sat to watch the news before going to bed. Mom was wearing a T-shirt and I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra because the points of her nipples were evident through the material. I leaned over and kissed her and rested my hand on her tit. I fondled her breast as I kissed her. She didn't push my hand away. I put my hand under her shirt. 

There were so many times I'd thought of holding my mother's bare tit, but I still wasn't prepared for the reality of her velvety soft skin, and the weight of her flesh in my hand, and the rubbery feel of her nipple as it hardened. It sounds like it went on for a long while, but it didn't.

She broke the kiss and put her hand on my cheek and she said, "Danny, I can't do what you want to do." She looked in my eyes with a sad expression and I let go of her breast and took my hand out from under the shirt. She said, "Baby, it would be so easy to do this...because I want to, and I want to do it for you. But for one thing, I don't know if I can get my head around it. And for another, even though I can see that you want me now, it won't work baby. If not today, or next month, the time will still come when you'll need someone else, someone nearer your own age and..."

She wouldn't even listen to my protestations and explanations. It was just 'No.' There was now another barrier between us, and every hug or innocent kiss had thoughts behind it from both of us. After a while mom said, "Danny things are going so much better thanks to you, there doesn't have to be this tension between us, does there baby? Can't we go back to being the way we were?" 

I said, "Sure mom, we will," and I did make some attempt to be cheerful around her, but it was sort of like trying to put one of those cheap raincoats back into the bag they come in – very difficult. 

After playing ping-pong with it in my head until I was dizzy, I went to the person whose judgment I trusted the most. I had grown to love Carla as a mentor and a friend. I wasn't sure she could handle this, but I had no one else to turn to. As we sat together on the piano bench I said, "Carla, can I talk you about something?"

"You know you can Danny," She laughed and added, "But if it's about relationships, I have to warn you, I'm almost bankrupt in that department."

"Well it sort of...is." I said.

Carla said, "Red says you have more girls asking you out than you know what to do with, and don't you tell him I said that, because I think he's a little jealous."

"Yeah, I do okay, but this situation is a little unusual...the woman is older than me."

She tilted her head for a second and I thought she might be thinking that I might be talking about her, but she dismissed it and said, "Okay, so...?"

"Well, It's been a couple of years and I can't stop thinking about her. I mean really, I'm talking every day."

"Have you approached her? Who is she?" Carla saw me hesitate.

"I don't mean her name, I mean what does she do, how do you know her?" Again I hesitated.

Carla said, "Danny, I've known you for a long time now - what aren't you telling me?"

"You swear you won't say anything?"

"Daniel, I don't have to swear because you know I wouldn't."

"Oh man..." I said. "It's my mom."

Her eyes opened wide, "You mean you...you're thinking about your mom in a...sexual way?"

I shook my head yes and after a moment she said, "This would really be a good time to sing, 'Oh Danny boy'..."

"I'm serious Carla," I said

"I know Danny, I'm sorry, I just need a minute to process this. How can I help you?"




A Little Night Music



"I don't know; I need some advice."

"This is really sticky territory Danny. You know I'm not a prude, and that I have no problem with adults doing whatever...if nobody gets hurt. But somebody may get hurt here Danny. Let's forget about the fact that she's your mother...if we can. You're not even twenty, you're infatuated, and maybe there's something 'Naturally un-natural' about an attraction between a young mother and son that almost grew up together, but she's still at a different stage of her life."

I had some hope that Carla understood what I was talking about on a personal level and maybe she'd experienced some of the same emotions, so I said, "Carla, can you imagine having feelings...?"

She shook her head at me and said, "We're not talking about me now. Let's face it, at your age, all you're thinking about is sex. I know Grace a little better now, she's proud as she can be of you and she loves you to death, but she needs someone for the long term, someone to make a life with, not someone to ...screw a few times for the forbidden thrill of it, and then be on her way."

"Carla," I said, "What if I want to be that person? I'm not only talking about sex here; give me a little credit. I wouldn't hurt my mom just to screw her. I love her Carla, and I'm always going to. I know it's crazy, but I know she has feelings for me and is it just insane, or are some things possible even if nobody else thinks so? Carla...I love her, and I want to be with her."

"Oh Daniel, I'm sorry you're unhappy. All I can tell you is...to listen to her. Talk to her, but be gentle and bring things up slowly...but listen to her, it's even more important that talking." 

As usual Carla's advice was on the money. I shifted my head from all the scenarios where I try to seduce or convince my mother and I started listening to her and being there for her. In the beginning our talking had nothing to do with us, or sex. I listened when she told me about her day and I listened when she told me about her happiness and her fears. 

She became comfortable enough to tell me about some of the relationships she suffered through during the last few years. She said once, "I certainly wasn't going to bed with the Colonel, who really didn't give a damn about me, or anyone I couldn't even talk to...that would never get me off." Hearing mom talking about getting off made me feel good that she could say it to me, and it also excited me. 

I said, "I can understand that mom, because after last few girls I went out with, I know I want more than that too." I said, "When you daydream about the future mom, what do want for yourself?"

She hesitated a little and laughed, "It's a bit embarrassing," she said, "I'd love to be a bride again Danny, and start all over, not that I'm sorry that I had you, because that was the best thing I ever did, but just to feel like a newlywed, to feel loved that way, and having someone to share my days, and my nights with...that's what I think about."

I said, "Mom you deserve that, and you should feel loved that way...you are loved that way. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or unhappy, but I'm going to say what I have to say." Her head was turned away from me almost in embarrassment. I said, "Look at me mom..." I took both her hand and made her look into my eyes. "Just this...then I'll shut up. Mom, I love you...if I could, I would make you my bride. In fact, I'm asking you now. Marry me Gracie. In whatever crazy way we can figure to do it, marry me, be my bride, be my wife, be my lover. We can do it mom. Fuck what anybody thinks. It's our life and we'll have to answer to ourselves for throwing a chance for happiness and love away. I know you want this and I know I do too. This isn't about tonight mom; it's about every night. It's about..." 

I was running out of words and she had turned her face from me. The frustration of accepting the reality of never having my mom was setting in. She turned back to me and I saw her eyes welling when she said, "Oh God...Danny, Danny...yes, okay, I'll do it, I'll marry you, I'll be your wife," she shook her head almost in disbelief of what she was hearing." She said, "And I'll love you Danny, because I can't help it...I already do...I do." She leaned towards me and the sweet kiss was all I could have hoped for.

We undressed each other where we stood. Her skin from her toes to her face was a smooth cream. As I looked up and down the curves and angles of my mother's body, I realized that the body that I had once assessed as 'sexy' was even more than that. It was perfect. Her clothes hid the fact that every part of her fit into a beautifully assembled package. My eye took in the curve of her hip and went to her breasts. They turned up at the ends to accentuate her thick tipped nipples. Her slim waist and flat belly highlighted all the parts that were round. I'd never realized she had such a beautiful ass. 

She looked at my stiff cock and said, "I make you hard." It sounded almost like a question or a surprise to her.

I told her, "Yes Gracie, you always make me hard. Thinking about you makes me hard. This is what you do to me."

She put her hand on my cock and said, "Oh honey, it feels so good. God, it's so thick. I'm ashamed to tell you, but this isn't the first time I've seen you. A few months a go I came home early one day and you had the music blasting upstairs. I went up and you were in the shower with the door open, I guess so you could hear the music. You had a hard-on that I couldn't stop looking at. Jesus, I must have thought about that sight every night for weeks."

I teased her and said, "Did you do anything about it while you were thinking mom?"

She turned red and gave my shoulder a playful push. "You stop that...but it is beautiful," she said as she took my cock back into her hand. She massaged my balls and fisted my shaft, opening her hand and reversing the grip every few seconds. I would have shot off in her hand in another five seconds if I didn't' stop her and gather myself. 

I said, "Let's go into the bedroom."

At that point she stopped and said, "Honey, I know this is going to sound crazy, but can we wait?"

Was this all going to be a tease? My head swirled. "Wait for what mom?"

"Wait until we get married in some way...or do some kind of ceremony...before you're...inside me? And then we can make that bedroom, 'Our' bedroom. Can we just love each other another way until we do that? Can we baby?"

What a relief. I said, "Sure mom, we'll do it any way you like." We went over to the couch and sat. We kissed long and hard until I felt her pussy soaked with moisture. I moved into the sixty-nine position and felt my cock entering my mother's mouth for the first time. Her warm lips caressed the shaft and her tongue licked it up and down.

Knowing how fastidious my mother was about everything, I wasn't surprised that her pussy was shaved clean. I found it sexy and I wanted to taste those pinkish folds that covered her pussy and clit. I went down on her as she was blowing me and I licked the soft skin before pushing my tongue into her pussy. She moaned with my cock in her mouth. When I found her clit by slipping my tongue under the hood, she seemed unable to stop moving. My hands were holding her opened thighs and I felt a slight tremble run over her skin as I worked her clit. 

She stopped sucking me long enough to say, almost out of breath, "Danny, go easy baby, you're going to make me come too fast. Come here baby, I want to kiss you." I switched position and we made out for a long time as I touched my mother's pussy gently. Her excitement accelerated until she said, Baby...baby...I want to come so bad I could scream...it's been so long since a man touched me like this...oh God...make your Gracie-girl come Danny." 

I went back down on her, facing her this time, and she said, "Yes, yes, that's it, make me come baby, make your mommy come." I slipped my hands under her ass and kneaded the fleshy globes as I ate her. I drew the swollen clit into my mouth and she yelled "BABY...GOD...OH...yes, yes, yes, I'm coming baby, I'm coming..."

What a feeling, having my mother come in my mouth as I sucked her clit. That I could make her make those moaning sounds was almost enough to make me come. She arched up in a final spasm and let herself down with a long sigh. When she finished she said, "Oh love, I can't tell you how good you made me feel. Now let me make you feel good sweetheart." 

She made me lean back and took my hard-on into her mouth. She took as much as she could with each engulfing movement down my shaft. She made a grunting sound when she took too much and the knob hit the back of her throat. Her mouth was opened wide around the width of my cock and looking at her sucking me was a picture I wanted to always remember.

She stopped for a moment to either rest or adjust herself, but I was so excited I stroked back and forth in her mouth. She kept trying to take more of me down her throat. When she realized she couldn't, she sucked on the head as she rubbed the shaft back and forth. When I felt my orgasm nearing, I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to come in her mouth, but I didn't know if she would want me to. I said, "Mom, I'm going to come in your mouth." She could have taken it as a pronouncement or a warning to her. 

She made a sound like "Mmm..." which I took to mean that it was okay to come in her mouth. It was more than okay with me. The idea that my mother was telling me that she wanted me to come in her mouth triggered the first blast before I knew what hit me. I don't know if she was really ready because she made a loud "Mmmm..." noise that I was in no condition to try and understand. All I could do was feel the release of shot after shot of my sperm firing into my mom's mouth. It must have been too much for her because she started to cough. I was almost done at that point, but she returned to sucking me anyway. 

The last few spasms made me give out a long, "Ooooohhh," as I said, "Oh mom, that was unbelievable; you are unbelievable. You made your son feel so good."

"I'm glad baby," she said. I could see some of the white cream on her lips. She held my wet cock in her hand and after kissing it a few times, she sucked it clean and said, "I can't believe what I just did...but I do love you."

She came into my arms and I said the words that never rang more true, nor felt so pure, "I love you mom." 

The next day we talked about our private ceremony. I said, "I know it's not original mom, but how about doing it by the beach at sunset."

Mom said, "It sounds lovely Danny, but first I'm going to get an IUD: I don't want you to have to wear a condom our first time." She put her hand on my neck and looked into my eyes and said, "I want to feel you inside me."

I said, "Me too mom, not that I would mind it if you went without anything too."

"Danny!" she said. "What could you be thinking?"

"Nothing...for now mom, I laughed. "Don't worry, I was just thinking out loud, you know all that stuff about problems with babies is exaggerated and..."

"Whoa sweetheart," she smiled. "I think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves...but it is a beautiful thought, that you would want to have a baby with me... maybe one day we'll talk about it." We kissed and touched until mom said, "We'll never make it to tonight if you keep this up."

I put her hand on my groin and said, "Especially if you keep this up."

In the evening, mom made me play the piano for her for about an hour. She was in a teary state, but still couldn't stop smiling. We went to the beach and we each read the promises we made to each other under the reddened sky. I told her I would never leave her and she told me that her body and heart were mine. I didn't want to wait until we got home, I would have gone to a motel or done it in the car, but mom said, "We're going to start our new life by making love for the first time in our new home, in our own bed." There wasn't much doubt about who would win out.

When we got home, we went into the bedroom and mom opened the sunshades. The city at night sparkled out of the window that nobody could see into. Mom said, "I got something for our honeymoon, so I could be a proper bride for you. You just sit on the bed and wait." 

It took a while, but when she came out of the bathroom, she was all in white. The bridal lingerie was pure erotica. Garter belt and stockings, high-heeled pumps, lace bra and panties, all in wedding white. The bra was sheer enough to see her nipples through. The panties were sheer enough to see her pussy. The fact that her face was covered with a veil while almost everything else was exposed had me stiff as a pole. 

I said, "You're an amazing bride, Gracie, now come kiss your new husband." She sat by me on the bed and I lifted the veil. In the light from the city and in her fresh make-up she looked like a woman in her twenties. I said, "What a beautiful girl I married." In between kisses she took off my clothes. She kissed my cock and it sprang to her lips. She sucked the head for a moment and went back to kissing the shaft. I pulled the bra under her breasts and they stuck all the way out. I sucked the nipples and I thought that one day these big breasts might even be swollen with milk again, for our baby. 

I took off the panties and she reclined with one raised knee tilted towards the other. I said, "Let me see you mom, you never have to be shy again, open your legs for me." She spread her legs and closed her eyes. I just looked at my mother's pussy. She touched her nipples as I watched. I kissed between her legs and she jumped in surprise. I licked her folds and she moaned pleasurably.

I held my cock and brought it to her pussy. It was thick and hard and before I put it inside her, it felt like a moment of confirmation. As I entered her I said, "Now you're mine mom."

And as I pressed the length of my shaft up into my mother's pussy for the first time, she said, "Yes baby, I'm yours...and you're mine now, my love...my love."

I was fucking my mother. I was fucking my wife. I spread her pussy with each penetration and she moved to meet me, pressing her fingers into my back.

As I continued to penetrate her channel and slide along the close-fitting walls, my mother said, "Oh God, I never would have believed I could be doing this."

I pushed in again and said, "As soon as I realized that you were the one for me, I always believed it mom, I always knew that one day I would be inside your pussy, like this...like this...like this." 

With each pump she said, "Yes baby, yes baby." 

I could tell by her reaction and moans how it felt, but I still wanted to hear it. I said, "Does it feel good mom, does it feel good having me inside you?"

"Yes Danny, " she said. "It feels better than anything, having my baby inside his mommy's pussy. Am I good for you baby, is mommy good for you baby?"

"You're the best, mom, no one could be better for me, you're my pussy now aren't you mom."

It sounded so sexy when she answered because I'd never heard her say the words. "Yes, I'm your pussy...your pussy...your pussy...yes baby do that...fuck me, oh God..." She arched up with excitement as she raised her hips to take me inside her. My width was stretching her and she reacted to each entry with a sound that took the breath out of her. 

Her talk got sexier as I pounded deeper and deeper into her pussy. "You fit so good in me Danny. Your cock is so thick; it fills me up. Yes baby, give mommy your cock."

I held up for a moment to catch my breath and control and she said, "Don't stop, please don't stop, I love your cock in me Danny." I took her leg over and continued entering her at the new angle. She responded immediately. I felt her hand as it sought out the place where we met and she rubbed the shaft as it entered her and pressed on her clit. "Yes my big cock," she said, "My big cock boy...inside me...fucking me, my big cock boy is fucking me, aren't you baby...this is what you want isn't it, isn't it?" She was humping up at me as she spoke and I told her what she wanted to hear as I penetrated her pussy hard and fully.

"Yes mom, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, your boy is fucking you and it's just what I want to do, what I always wanted to do."

After four or five more strokes I heard her cry out, "Danny I'm coming...oh God...I'm coming Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny." 

I had been concentrating so hard on not coming too soon, that I wasn't expecting mom to come that fast. I knew it didn't always happen that way, but that first time, I wanted to come with my mom. I raised myself up and my hips drove my cock into her quick and hard. It wasn't long before I crested and began releasing my sperm into my mother's pussy. She felt the cords of cum as they hit and she said, "Yes, yes, come inside me, in your mommy, yes, baby, yes baby...God yes...fuck meeeeee..." When we finished mom was breathing hard and she looked at her with her eyes wide and mouth open. She said, "Oh my God, did I come...ohh..." She fell asleep in my arms.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, as I fondled her tit, she awoke and said sleepily, "You want me again baby?" 

I said, "Mom, as long as you're in this bed, I want you, and I'm not letting you out of this bed."

She laughed and said, "It's nice for an old lady to have a young man with all this energy," She took my hard cock in her hand and said, "And a young man with all of this..."

I said, "It's all for you mom, and don't call my young wife an old lady." I turned her over and entered her doggy-style. She must have been sore from all the fucking I had given her through the night but you wouldn't have know it by the way she fucked back. 

Her ass wiggled and humped and she said, "Give it to me Danny, give me your cock baby, give mommy your cock...oh...oh...oh God, you're so deep in my pussy." And I was. With her knees spread and ass stretched towards me I could feel that I was even deeper inside her than I was when she was on her back. She said, "Yes...yes...I like that Danny." I liked it too.

I played with her tits as they hung and swayed. I couldn't keep my hands off them all night and mom had noticed. She said, "You like your mommy's tits don't you baby?"

I said, "No mom, I love your tits." I massaged them and pulled on the rubbery nipples as I went into her with the whole length of my cock. By her grunts and moans I couldn't imagine her taking any more than I gave her. I tried not to pound her and she made smooth sounds to the rhythm of my insertions.

As I fucked her she said, "You're going to keep your promise aren't you baby? You won't stop wanting me, will you?"

I said, "Mom, if I was going to stop wanting you I would have done it a long time ago. I'm not going to stop wanting you, I'm not going to stop loving you and I'm not going to stop fucking you. And I want to love you in every place I can, in your beautiful mouth and in your wet pussy and in your sweet round ass." It came out that way because I was looking at her sweet round ass.

Mom surprised me when she said, "Yes baby, I want that too; I want you everywhere. I want you to fuck me everywhere, now baby, do it now, in my ass." My cock was still wet with my mother's pussy juice and I put the knob on her pucker and pushed. The noise she made was more 'oww' than 'ooh' and I pulled out. I said, "Did it hurt mom?"

She said, "A little, but it's okay, I want you to."

I said, "Wait a minute," I practically ran into the bathroom to get some lubricant.

When I came back I put a glob on her hole and pushed some in with my finger. She made some soothing sounds as I circled her anus until it was shiny with the jelly. I slopped it on my cock.

This time it went into her tight channel much easier. It was unbelievable. I literally stuffed as much of my thick cock into her as I could and she took it with a single sound, an imploring high pitched, "Ooohhh..." It was a sigh and a moan at the same time and it lasted as long as it took for me to stretch her hole and fill the tight passageway with a long and slow insertion. When I was up in her and began moving she said, "Yes baby, now you're inside me, inside your momma's ass...what you want, isn't it baby...so that I'm all yours."




A Little Night Music



All I could say was, "Oh mom..."

Her voice cam from her throat when she said, "Am I doing it good for you baby?" 

I told her, "You're doing great mom; I'm inside your ass and nothing could feel better." That was more than just something to say. Her grip on my cock inside her tight channel was nothing like anything I had experienced.

"I never let anyone do this before baby, just for you, mommy's doing it just for her boy. OH, oh, yes, baby's big cock is in mommy's ass...big cock...hard cock...so deep in your mommy's ass. Fuck me Danny...fuck me...please don't stop fucking me, don't stop wanting me..." 

This time I was the one about to come first and I said, "Mom, come with me, I want you to come with me."

She reached under as she said, "Yes baby, yes, yes." She rubbed her clit back and forth with practiced fingers and then she pressed and I felt her stiffen as she said, "Come in me baby, come in me, OHHH..." I had already let the first stream of cum go and when she began coming, her well-lubricated ass took a pounding from me as hard and as fast as I could power into her. Her "OHHH..." turned into a long siren sound that continued as I sent my sperm into her with each succeeding penetration. My cock was shiny with cum as it slid fluidly in and out of my mother's ass. As we both tapered down, she said, "You don't know how much your Gracie loves you."

I said, "After that mom, I do, I really do." I lost count of how many times we made love that night.

Early the next morning as we held each other in the warm calm of our marital bed, I said, "Mom, I have a wedding present for you; I want you to stop working. "

"And do what?" she said. 

I said, "I don't know, whatever makes you happy. Take care of the apartment and take care of us."

"Can we afford it baby?"

I said, "We can more than afford it."

"Oh God," she said as I could see the emotion registering on her face. "I do hate that job."

She hugged me and said, "Thank you honey, I can't believe all that you've done, for me, and for us. But I didn't think about presents; I didn't get you anything."

I said, "Of course you did, you gave me what I really wanted, you gave me you."

She hesitated for a moment and I said, "Is anything wrong, mom?"

She said, "NO honey." But it didn't sound right so I pressed her. She said, "I don't want to spoil what's been the best night of my life. But I don't want t start our life together without telling you everything. She hesitated before going on. "Baby, each time you were inside me, it was everything I could want, but after I came, I felt good, but at the same time I felt...guilty. I don't know honey, I think it'll just take a little time getting used to all of this. Then she kissed me and said, "Sweet Danny, yes, I will give you me and I'll be a good wife for you." 

During the following months mom stayed home a lot and I was over at Carla's for at least part of every weekday. I gave Carla her lessons three days a week and we went over the financials and portfolios every day. Not that we didn't make mistakes, but the overall results were giving us a great living.

When I got home each day, sometimes mom was quiet and somewhat distant, but mostly it felt as if we were on a honeymoon, especially sexually. Not surprisingly, at my age, I had a hard-on for my mom almost all the time. Her appetite at least matched mine. I was never quite sure, where, or when, or how she would want sex. One day I came home and she called me to the kitchen. She said, "Well, what do you think?"

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to notice. There was music playing, and it was Mozart of course. I recognized the CD. I had bought it for her after mom said, "It would be lovely to hear you playing while we're making love." I laughed and told her I didn't think I could manage both at once. Appropriately, the pianists name was Kissin. 

So I said, "You mean the music? Very nice."

She said, "Not the music, how do I look?"

I was lost. Her hair looked the same. She was wearing a thin knit top and I noticed she didn't have a bra on, but that wasn't unusual when she was at home. Her apron covered her skirt. So I just said, "You look cute, and sexy as always mom."

She said, "I hoped you'd like my outfit." She turned around and the skirt that I assumed was under the apron wasn't there, only her bare beautiful ass was. She obviously had something very specific in mind concerning what she wanted and how she wanted it, because with her back to me, she put her leg up on one of the stools by the breakfast bar. That was an invitation I wasn't going to pass on.

Over the months I'd come to learn that when she wanted slow gentle foreplay, it could be an hour or two before I was inside her. Some days she only wanted oral sex and didn't want me to be inside her. And then there were the times I couldn't get my cock into her fast enough. This was definitely one of those times.

My pants and briefs almost wouldn't come off over my stiffened cock. I reached between my mother's legs as she stood waiting and I felt her smooth pussy, slick with juice. She said, "Oooohh yeah..." as my fingers slid over her hidden clit. I put my fingers to her mouth and she licked and sucked them making a noise from her throat that sounded like an engine purr.

I bent my knees a bit and came up guiding my cock between her thighs. It slid amidst the folds of her vagina. Mom let out a sigh as if it was the relief she'd been waiting for and I pushed up into her pussy. I reached under her top to take hold of her tit as I fucked her. I almost always held her tits as I fucked her. The position she was in opened her pussy and I was able to drive up deep. She said, "Oh that's good, I was waiting for that, yes baby..." 

As I continued penetrating her, I thought how wonderful it was that she had wanted this, and planned it. I didn't know how much she had planned until she lifted herself off me and said, "Wait baby." She kneeled on the bar chair and her ass spread towards me. She said the words she had been saying much more than I expected over the last few weeks. The words seemed to excite her almost as much as the act. I wasn't sure if it was because she thought it was the most exciting thing we did or the most depraved, She said, "Fuck mommy in the ass baby." I didn't care which reason she did it for.

I knew exactly how much planning had gone into her scenario when she reached into the apron pocket and took out the lubricant. She handed it back to me and held on to the edge of the bar to brace herself. I slathered it quickly on my cock and pointed the head at her exposed hole. She was so much more relaxed than the first time we had anal sex. Once my knob pushed through the tight ring, it went smoothly into her small channel. It was tight and it was hot and it felt like an embrace that kept working it's way up and down my shaft.

I drove it all the way up and said, "Mom, you have a perfect ass, man does that feel good."

"It does baby, it does," She said. "And you're perfect, perfect for me." She bounced slightly to meet my insertions. I watched as each penetration stretched her greased opening and she kept up her whispered litany, "Fuck mommy in the ass...fuck mommy in the ass..." I gradually increased the depth until I was able to penetrate her with the full length of cock. Once I saw she could take it, I continued the deep strokes and was up against the meaty globes of her ass at the end of each insertion. 

We were both moving continuously and feeling the passion of our fucking. Mom let out a high pitched whine that sounded like a cry and said, "Yes, Danny, do it to me, fuck me there, in my ass...yes...yes...don't stop, harder, make it hurt, harder, harder..."

I couldn't believe she wanted it harder, but I gave it to her as hard and fast as I could until I was about to explode. I yelled, "I'm coming..." and I closed my eyes as I pumped her ass full of my sperm. 

I don't know if she touched herself or not, but I do know that she came with an explosive, "YEESSSS..." at the top of her lungs until she collapsed sprawled over the bar. She was laughing. She said, "Oh wow, no one would believe what you just did to every one of my nerve endings; I'm still tingling."

I said, "I hope you're not going to go out and make some public announcement now, are you?"

She laughed and turned to sit on chair. I kissed her and took a handful of her tit, stretching the nipple between my fingers. She said, "Oooh, you do get me going...and talking about going, we better get a move on if we're going to meet Carla and Red at seven." With a quick kiss she pinched my nipples and ran from the room laughing. I loved the sound of it.

The next day, Carla said to me, "Well, I guess you got your little problem with your mother solved." I hadn't said anything to her about it.

"How do you know?" I said.

"Oh please," she laughed, "I could feel the electricity between you two, and the way you caught each other's eyes, anybody who's ever been in love can see the signs." I just smiled. "I'm happy for you Danny," she said. 

"I'm happy too," I said. 

Carla said, "I wish I could say the same for my Red."

I hesitated before saying anything and then said; "Well maybe he'll find someone soon."

"We both know what the problem is with him...Mary...and there's not going to be an easy answer for that one."

"Did he tell you?" I asked.

Carla said, "Danny, he didn't have to tell me, I knew it from when he was a teenager...I wish I could help him, but he pays no attention to what I tell him." She sighed, I don't know why people have to make things so hard on themselves."

"Do you think he has a choice, Carla?"

"Yes, I guess I do," she said. "He doesn't have to call her all the time to torture himself. He's stopped even looking for someone. You can't just sit around feeling sorry for yourself; you've got to do something positive, anything to keep from being stuck in the mud. You were lucky Danny, you and your mom made the same choice."

I was lucky, for a while. Mom and I were having a great ride. Even our fantasy lives were in sync. At first she was shy about it. When we were actually having sex, she could say and do anything. When she wanted to talk about playing out a fantasy, she would have trouble getting the words out.

The strange thing was that her fantasies were tied up in our reality. I was either the son who wanted to sleep with his mother, or the son whose mother wanted to sleep with him, but one person was always trying to stop it. 

In the last story she made up, she had a husband who mistreated her. The bastard often ties her up and leaves her for hours, after which he comes back and fucks her. I was the son who comes home unexpectedly and finds his mother in this compromised condition.

In her fantasy scenario, mom says, "Oh sweetheart, untie me, I have to get away from here, I can't take it any more...you've got to help me get away." 

She's on her belly with lengths of rope tied to her wrists and ankle. She could move, but not enough to untie herself. Her nightgown is pushed up to her waist and she's not wearing panties. I walk up to the bed and don't say anything. I put my hand on her ass and run my fingers down to where they almost reach her pussy. "What are you doing...untie me." I still don't say anything. My hand glides up her back and then down over her ass and thighs. When my hand comes back up, I reach between her legs and rub her pussy. She says, "No, no, I'm your mother, what are you doing?"

I say, "I'm feeling your pussy, can't you tell?" 

"No, please," she whines. "Don't, I can't let you do this." 

"Mom," I say, "you're in no position to say anything. I'm going to do exactly what I want, and what I want, is to fuck you." I take off my clothes and she looks at my hard cock and says, "Don't do this thing, please don't...a son can't have sex with his mother."

I straddle over her thighs and say, "A son is going to have sex with his mother...and he's going to fuck her until he's done." I put my cock on her ass and start rubbing it back and forth. I say, "Can you feel how hard my cock is mom, soon it's going to be inside you."

"Oh NO, NO...this can't be happening..." She say's 'no', over and over while I pull her thighs up a little so her ass is raised a few inches off the bed. 

I rub her pussy and my hand is so wet I can grease her ass with the juice. I stick my finger in her small hole and say, "You know you have an ass made for fucking." 

She say's "No son, please not that, please don't do these things to me, I know you don't mean it, you wouldn't do really do it to your own mother, would you baby?"

I press my hard cock on her ass and say, "This says I will." Then I tell her, "Okay mom, enough playing around, where do you want it, in your pussy or in your ass?"

She just whimpers and I say, "If you don't answer, I'll take that mean you want it here." 

I start fingering her butt and she says, "No not there...do it in my pussy."

I say, "If that's where you want it, that's where you'll get it." Without another word I shoved myself between her legs and into her pussy. 

After a few strokes, mom's hips start to move and grind and she says, "Oh my God, you're fucking me, you're fucking me, my son is fucking me..."

I say, "Yes I am mom." I stroke and screw her until I could sense she was about to come. I put a finger in her ass and drive my shaft with long strong strokes into her pussy and she leaves the fantasy and says, "Danny I'm coming...Danny, Danny, don't stop, yes love me like that, like that, OHHHH...fuck me Danny, my sweet love..." I drive deep until I start to release my cream into her. I fill her pussy with my sperm that one day may make a baby with her. She collapses and laughs, "Oh Danny, you do it even better than a fantasy lover."

I tell her, "You are my fantasy lover, mom." I untie her and she comes to my arms.

September fifteenth, I remember the day because it was exactly three months to day after our 'marriage' and also Red's birthday. I met Red for lunch down on Wall Street where Red was working. He said, "You're not going to believe this...maybe it's catching..." he laughed. "About three in the morning, mom comes into my bedroom and sits on my bed." He looks around to see if anyone is listening, but nobody is seated even close to us. He said, "I'm bleary eyed and don't know what the hell is going on and mom says, 'This business with you and Mary has to end, I'm not going to let you ruin your life over this...' Then she starts rubbing my dick over the sheet." He raised his eyes and smiled. I was probably sitting there with my mouth open in surprise.

Red said, "As she's rubbing me, you know, she's telling me that what's she's doing is to get me out of my obsession, and this isn't any permanent thing, but I can hardly listen because my hard-on is talking too loud." He laughed.

I said, "So, did you...?"

"OH yeah," he said. "OH yeah we did; Danny, she took me in her mouth, and then she got on top of me and those tits of hers...man...she made me promise not to tell anyone, but I said that you had to know, so she said you'd probably figure it out after a while anyway. So man...it was great, now I know how you feel."

I smiled at him and said, "Well it looks like it worked, leave it to Carla...good for you Red."

The next day as soon as Carla opened the door, she smiled and said, "Okay, don't say anything, and wipe that look off your face mister...God, I only hope I didn't trade one problem for another. This is partly your fault, you and Gracie looking so happy and all."

I laughed and said, "All right I won't say anything, but let me just ask you one question, I know why you did it, but was it nice for you?"

She sighed, "Yes, it was nice for me...I was always crazy for that boy, but don't you encourage him, this is to get him on a new path, not to get him hung up again."

She added as an afterthought, "And I better make sure I don't get hung up myself."

I said, "There could be worse things than maybe you being happy too Carla."

She said in a floating way, "It has been a long time since I felt that good...anyway, we have work, and a lesson to do." Throughout the afternoon, whenever I'd look at her and smile, she slapped my arm and said, "Stop it." But she always smiled back.

The four of us became closer after that and there was a feeling of family in everything we did. Carla told mom that it was only a temporary thing between Red and her, and that soon she would make him go out with other women. Red told me that the sex was great between them, even if it was a little conservative, and that it was Carla that initiated it most of the time.

Things went well for a while. I was great until we had a financial reversal. So when the market turned down and we lost a good percentage of our gains, I got very nervous and wanted to sell some things. I was also not so nice to be around. I was snapping at mom and acting moody. There were some nights she was too upset with me to have sex. 

Carla noticed how irritable I was and said, "I've been through this many times and you haven't. This is going to happen, you have to ride it out without panicking. You're not selling anything. Listen Danny, you and Grace pack your bags, we're all going away for five days, on me."

In her usual efficient style Carla planned a trip to Atlantis in the Bahamas. It was life in the lap of luxury. Gorgeous waters, rooms, food, casinos, and a spectacular aquarium that was a world unto itself greeted us. Mom and I had never been able to afford an exorbitant vacation like that. I stopped thinking about the market and started to enjoy being there.

We had adjoining rooms and the first night, after dinner, a show, and an hour in the casino, we all went to our rooms. Mom and I were just about to go to bed when we heard tapping on the wall. These were not the paper-thin variety that you find at Motel 6, so it was strange to hear anything between rooms. I put my ear up closer to the wall and faintly heard Carla's voice saying, "Red, Red, yes, yes..." Their bed must have been a little too close to the wall and the headboard was tapping on the wall.

Mom said, "What is it Danny?"

I said, "They're fucking their brains out in there; I guess 'Temporary' for Carla means until she comes a few more times." Mom laughed. I said, "I'm sorry mom, I've been stupid, worrying about stuff that'll take care of itself. I have you, and I love you, and we should just be loving each other...and fucking our brains out."

"Yes baby, yes, lets not waste any more time." As mom took off her nightgown, I made sure the headboard was close enough to the wall.

I looked at her naked body from bed and my cock pointed straight up. I said, "Come fuck me mom." She came toward the bed and I expected her to mount me, as she liked doing when I was in that position, but instead she bent over at the waist and took my cock in her mouth. As she bobbed on my cock, I reached for one of her heavy swaying tits. The weight of her flesh felt good in my hand and I massaged it firmly as she sucked me. 

She stopped sucking long enough to lick up and down my shaft and she said, "Ooh, you taste good." Then she said, "Don't move baby, I want to try something." She held my cock at the base and took me into her mouth. She tilted her head and I could myself going deeper. She didn't completely deep-throat me but she was able to take enough down for me to feel the difference. She came up with a long suck and said, "Did that feel different baby; did it feel better?"

I said, "Mom, it always feels great, but that was amazing. "I could see in her smile that she was proud that she could make me feel good. And I was proud to have a mother who loved me like that.

I wanted her on me, and I wanted me in her, so I urged her up on the bed by taking her arm. Again she didn't mount me. Instead, she brought her pussy to my mouth. I ate her and made her wet. She started to pull back but I grabbed the globes of her ass in my hands and kept her there as I sucked the nub from under her hood. Nothing made her come faster than my tongue flitting across, circling, and pressing on her clit. As I worked the swollen button, her words became louder and faster. "Yeah...yeah...yeah...Oh...oh...OH, OH, OHHHH, AAAAAHHH..." Carla and Red would have heard her even if they were two doors away. 




A Little Night Music



Looking up into the night sky, stars twinkle and planets wink. The moon is a white sliver above us. On a blanket in the grass; our nakedness is hidden by the late hour. My fingers slowly trace figure eights across your belly. 

Your nose is nuzzled in my hair and I hear you inhale deeply. Contented and full of bliss, I prop up on my elbow and gaze into your eyes. Like the stars, they twinkle in the dim light. 

The night is full of noises; crickets chirping, frogs croaking, whippoorwills calling. A symphony playing for just the two of us. I bend my head down and kiss you gently on the lips. Your smile parts, and your tongue gently follows the outline of my mouth. 

Kissing the edge of my lips, my mouth opens and we slowly explore each other. Just a small, sweet kiss sends electricity throughout my body. You entwine your fingers through my hair and pull me closer. Our tongues fight each other in an enticing dance that has us both gasping.

I pull away from you long enough to swing my leg over your torso and sit; my sex against your warm belly. The wetness emanating from my pussy is slipping silently down my thigh, onto your skin.

My hips, which have a mind of their own, are ever so slowly gyrating against you. I throw my head back and look into the night sky. The air is full of fireflies, silently suspended just above our heads. 

Turning back to you, my hands cup your face as I approach you for another kiss. Grabbing my wrists, you hold me at arms length. Always the one that likes to be in control, I'm frustrated that you won't allow me to do as I please. I struggle against your hold, but you have me totally at your mercy. 

Your mischievous smile says, 

"What's the rush, Baby?"

I stop struggling against your hold and look at the surreal beauty before us. This night could not be more perfect. 

Rolling me over onto my back, you continue to hold my arms as you kiss the soft skin of my neck. Your tongue trails down to the tender flesh of my shoulder. Nibbling and licking along my collar bone, my skin becomes gooseflesh under your touch. 

I try to kiss you again, but you avoid my lips as you make your way down my chest, to my erect nipples. The prickly hair on your chin grazes across them, and I sigh with longing. 

I want you inside me so badly. My body aches at the thought of you entering my wet pussy. Almost involuntarily, I arch my hips toward you; hungry to have you. 

You laugh your evil little laugh and ask, 

"Is there something you want?" as you bite down on my nipple, and a fresh bolt of electricity courses through me.

Your cock is hard, dripping pre-cum on my belly. Our eyes are locked and I silently plead with you to fuck me. Still holding my arms, you nip at my other nipple and then make your way down my tummy; kissing and licking my voltaic skin. 

You let my arms go as you near my mound. Your fingers hold my hips as you bury your nose into my slit. My hips thrust as your tongue parts my lips. You make quick work of my clit; circling and pulsing, while you move your hand down my thigh. 

Continuing with my clit, you slide two fingers into my opening. Dipping them in slowly, just a few inches, you pull back and my wetness covers them. My hand is cupping a breast as my other hand finds your naked scalp and pulls your head further into me. 

The moon reflects pale white light off of our bodies as we continue writhing and wriggling under its bright face. Fucking me with fingers and tongue, I revel in your attention and your body merging with mine. Your wet fingers slide in and out of me at a frenetic pace while your tongue continues titillating me past all reason. 

My hips buck and my hand firmly grasps your head as my orgasm hits me full on. I gasp and thrash under your grip. You keep probing me, past orgasm, and my sensitive quim twitches and convulses at the over stimulation. 

"Stop!" I giggle and squirm out from under you. 

"That was breathtaking," I whisper as I lean into to kiss your drenched face.

After I've caught my breath, we get on our knees, facing each other. We kiss deeply, allowing our bodies to touch, our fingers to explore one other. While your cock pokes persistently at my belly, copious amounts of pre-cum ooze from the tip, and I grasp you in my palm. 

I caress you slowly and firmly as you kiss me with more hunger and urgency. You lean into my hand and moan at the sensations. Our tongues flick together and then your mouth engulfs mine in lustful need. 

I want your cock in my mouth. I want to taste your essence and watch you take pleasure from me. Disengaging from your mouth, I continue to stroke your engorged maleness and coyly ask permission,

"May I put your cock in my mouth?"

"Oh God yes," is your reply. 

Sitting on my knees, my face is just inches away from your throbbing cock. I bury my nose in your balls, then lick and suckle the soft skin there. As I run my tongue from your inner thigh and back to your sack, you moan your approval. 

I continue to bath you with my wet tongue and caress your cock with my fist until you stop my hand and thrust yourself towards my mouth. My lips part slightly as the tip demands entrance. Instinctively my tongue darts out to flick the head. Your lips part, so that a silent O forms. 

Very slowly, you ease into my mouth until your cock is pressing rigidly against my throat. Closing my lips around you, I wait for a moment to build pressure. 

Your eyes never leave my face, as you watch your cock disappear with fascination. Finally, sensing your sweet anguish, I create suction and slide down your length, leaving just the tip inside my wet cavity. I can taste the juices flowing from the tip.

Your hips press towards me, and I allow the head to touch the back of my throat once more. The pressure around your member is exquisite, and you grip my hair and start sliding in and out of my mouth pussy. You are precariously close to releasing your load as you piston more quickly. 

I grab your hips and stall your rhythm. You groan inwardly and pant as your cock pops out of my mouth. Turning away, I present my ass to you in the soft moon light. Still slick from being in my mouth, you nuzzle the head against my pussy and grasp my hips, unceremoniously sliding your length into me with one hard stroke.

Your balls slap against my mound as your cock is buried inside me. Anticipation of this moment has made me slick with wetness, and you stroke into me with careless abandon. 

Your fingers leave indentations on my sides from gripping my body. I am on fire with the need to cum, and I want so badly to shudder on your cock while you fill me with your seed.

My ass is bouncing against you as you start slowing your strokes. You tell me how much you love fucking my pussy, but I know there's something else you want tonight.

You coat your fingers with my wetness, and rub the juices on my asshole, making sure the opening is well lubricated. Slipping just the tip of your finger inside, I groan with pleasure at your touch. 

Still stroking my pussy, your finger begins to penetrate and caress my rear. The intense sensations of what your doing make my skin bump with gooseflesh. You continue the double penetration for awhile longer, and then gradually come to a stop. Your cock and finger still inside me, I push against you, hoping you'll continue. 

I look back at you and see your smiling face, mesmerized at the sight of your cock and finger buried inside me. I wiggle my rear, but you refuse to move. 

"Please fuck me baby." I am extremely close to the edge, and just need a few more strokes. 

Finally, with your free hand, you gently push my back down, so that my face is inches from the blanket. Unsheathing your cock from my slit, you push the wet tip against my ass hole, allowing just the head to enter me. 

I'm panting with unbearable excitement knowing that you're about to slide fully into my rear entrance. 

You withdraw the tip, and then bump it back into place at my opening, sliding only the head in once more. I am thrumming with urgency, but you're still very poised and in control. 

"Please," is all that I can manage to say.

Again, you remove your cock and then place just the head inside me. This goes on for what seems like eons, until finally, you slide in the tip and continue the journey until you are all the way inside. You fill me up and make me tremble. 

"Are you ready for me to fuck your ass, Baby?"

You don't wait for my answer as you start moving your hips. With one hand, you grip my side, and with the other, you reach between my thighs and rub circles against my clit. 

Our bodies are perfectly in tune with each other as your stroking and fingering increase. Your breathing is becoming more rapid with each successive caress. I am completely focused on the thrilling sensations between my legs, galloping closer and closer to release.

My entire body begins to tingle and the swell of my orgasm bursts over the invisible levy that was somehow holding it back. My asshole tightens and then undulates around your prick, and I buck against you, letting the intense sensations sweep over me. 

As my ass clenches around your cock, you plow into me with increased urgency; feeling your own release swiftly coming to fruition. You erupt into my recess; each stroke releasing a powerful stream of cum. I can feel your warm seed as it forcefully sprays my walls. 

Finally coming to a stop, you rest your head against my back, catching your breath as you slowly slip out of me. We tumble onto the blanket and lie there panting as our heartbeats start to return to something close to normal. 

The sounds of the night resume, and the melody bounces along the moonbeams that brush against our bodies. I reach for you and lightly kiss your fingertips, close my eyes and smile. No matter what may come, this time spent with you was perfect. 



A Little Night Therapy



"I'm sorry, Deena," her lawyer was saying. "You can't expect to stay in business the way you're spending money. My god, girl! You made almost $300,000 last year, and you're $22,000 in the hole, now!" He shook his head. "I'm glad you and my wife aren't friends," he muttered, walking away.

"Oh, and you have to be out of the office by next Thursday," he added, over his shoulder.

Dr. Deena Merrick stood on the sidewalk, watching the men load the truck with her repossessed computers, chairs, and even the carpet from her former waiting room. She sighed. "Damn!" she muttered. "I never was any good at crunching numbers. Should'a brought in an accountant." The attractive brunette in the tailored business suit turned and headed for her sports car, humming to herself. It was only to cover her crushing sense of failure.

"Well, at least I salvaged the phone," she thought. "That'll keep the doors open...even if there ARE no doors!"

* * *

Their son's cry was like a siren in the night.

"Dammit!" Tom muttered. His wife was already getting up.

"I'll do it," Mindy said sleepily, pulling on her robe. Of course. She always did it. At least 3 times a night, she'd go in and hold little Rob, and tell him everything was okay; mommy and daddy were right in the next room. She'd rub his back until he got sleepy again, then lay him down and hope he didn't scream for her before she got to the door. Sometimes she even got 2 or 3 hours sleep at a time, between his interruptions.

Sex with Tom? Maybe, in between bouts of sleeplessness.

Tom turned over and lay on his back, his ears attentive, in case there was an actual problem. No sound, except for Mindy's soft voice, comforting their son. He dropped his hand to his groin, rubbing the hairy halo around his cock. He was half-hard, as he always seemed to be these days, and he began to respond to his own touch almost immediately. His fist slipped down to surround his hardening member, and he thought wistfully about this evening.

Mindy had been in her usual mood, which was not in the mood. He'd come out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed, and she was sitting on her side of the bed, setting the clock. She looked good, despite her exhaustion. Sexy. The short blue nightie, with its deep-cut neckline, really showed off her full, lush body. Her long auburn hair fell across one shoulder, and she could still kindle memories of the college hottie he'd chased for months, before securing that first date.

"Hey," he said, slipping an arm around her waist as he sat next to her. She looked at him with a look of non-interest and sighed.

"Please, honey," she said softly. "I really need to get some sleep, before Robbie wakes us up." She slipped from his grasp, rose, and walked to the bathroom. Tom watched her ass beneath the shortie gown. The cheeks were full and tight on either side of the thong bottoms, and he felt his cock hardening. When he got into bed, he stroked it beneath the sheets, just as he was stroking it now, bringing it to full hardness.

Mindy didn't protest, however, when he turned and gave her more than their customary peck on the lips, once she had settled into bed. She responded when his tongue slipped past those lips, breathing a bit deeper as he explored her mouth. She felt his cock against her thigh when he scooted over next to her, and her hand sought it out, closing around the pulsing shaft and squeezing lightly. She moaned softly, and he smiled inside. Her need was written in that sound.

Tom's hand went to her breast, cupping its fullness, and stroking the nipple with his thumb. Mindy's breasts were still firm and full, even after Robbie had quit breastfeeding, and the rest of her little body was just as plush and inviting. He loved every inch of her body. Always had. She knew it, and the sex they had before their son was born was wild, often bordering on kinky. Mindy moaned again, and slid her leg against Tom's.

Tom dropped his hand to her waist, then her hip. His lips left hers, and he kissed a trail down her chin and neck. "Oh, yeah," she sighed. She knew where he was going. She needed to feel his mouth on her pussy, and she allowed him to push her hip away from him, flattening her to the bed. As his kisses traveled between her breasts, she spread her legs and pulled her own panties to one side, letting the thin material of the thong rest along her plump lips. His mouth toured the area around her navel as he shifted his body across one thigh. He could smell her wetness.

Positioning himself between her thighs, Tom pushed them further apart, a hand on the back of each knee. His head dropped, and his mouth covered her furry mound. As his tongue slid up between her dewy lips, Mindy moaned, the sound coming from the back of her throat. Her pelvis arched upward.

"Oh, god, Tom," she hissed. "That feels so..."

That was the first time Robbie cried, and it had killed the mood effectively enough. When Mindy came back to bed, her robe was pulled tightly around her, and she turned away from him as she lay down, on top of the sheets. Now, after the third bout of sleepless waiting, he was resigned to pleasing himself. He rose and padded into the bathroom, where he locked the door and, looking past the mirror, began to bring himself off.

* * *

"I'm telling you, Mindy. This woman is supposed to be the best." Carol kept pace with her friend, as the two of them hurried through the busy mall. She told her, "If she can't tell you how to get Robbie to sleep through the night, nobody can. Here," she said, stopping to dig a pen and pad of paper from her purse.

Mindy took a few steps, then turned and rejoined her friend. She sighed. "Carol, hon, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but he'll grow out of it. I'm sure of it."

"Yeah. And meanwhile, Tom will grow out of you," her friend said solemnly. "I'm telling you," she said, handing the number to Mindy. "If you aren't fucking your husband, someone else will be." She laughed at Mindy's obvious discomfort at discussing their sex life in the middle of the mall. "You know," she said with a wink, "I might slip in there myself some day. He might be tired of red hair!" She curled Mindy's hand around the piece of paper. "Call," she said.

Mindy sighed again, but when she got back to work, she dialed the number, and spoke to Deena Merrick herself, when she answered. The woman agreed to meet Tom and Mindy that evening for a first consult. Mindy hung up the phone, smiling. Maybe there WAS hope!

* * *

"God," Tom thought, shaking the tall brunette's hand. "She's gorgeous!" He tried to brush the thought from his mind, knowing that pretty much any woman he met these days seemed gorgeous to him. "Terminal horniness," he thought with a rueful grin. Still, her professional gray suit couldn't entirely hide the lithe body beneath it, and Tom watched her body language with interest as she greeted Mindy. The woman pressed herself close to his wife as she hugged her, their cheeks touching, bodies molding together as if they'd already met. She was a sexual woman, as was Mindy, and the two of them seemed to respond to each other immediately. 

Interesting.

Deena Merrick, unlike Mindy, was almost 6 feet tall in high heels. She had long, dark brown hair pulled into a bun, intensely green eyes, an animal magnetism that Tom felt immediately. She sat with them in the living room, asking questions and detailing what she would like them to do, as a first step. Tom was surprised when she asked if she could stay over for a night or two, to start. She explained that she would stay out of Robbie's sight, but it would be easier for her to coach them on their responses to him, if she were there. The couple agreed. "You can stay in the spare bedroom right down the hall," Mindy volunteered. She looked at Tom meaningfully. "That is," she said, "If he can manage to get his stuff out of there." Tom smiled tensely.

"Of course, dear," he said. "I'll start right this moment." 

His sarcasm wasn't lost on Deena, and she made a mental note. "Husband shows a lot of tension. Must be the sleepless nights." She could already tell that she had a lot of work to do with this couple.

Deena showed up at 4:30 the next afternoon, right after Tom arrived home. Mindy was still at work, for another half hour. "Hey, doc," he said as he pulled the door open, surprised to find her in shorts and strappy sandals, and a blouse that exactly matched the green of her eyes. Her hair was loosely caught up in a butterfly clip, and long tendrils draped either side of her face.

"Please," she admonished. "Until tonight, I'm just Deena. I'm sorry for not calling. I just came from the beach. I thought I'd drop my stuff by, and then come back later tonight, when you put Rob to bed." She had a large suitcase on rollers and a small overnight bag with her, which Tom offered to carry in. "Such a gentleman," she said, smiling, as she stepped through the door and waited for him. Glancing at him, she was surprised at the ease with which he hoisted the big bag.

"Strong, too," she said, and laughed. "That bag weighs a ton." 

"It's not so bad," Tom lied. "Oh, your room's upstairs, at the end of the hall, on the left," he told her. "Robbie's room is between ours." As she started forward, Tom caught himself watching her bare legs, and the way her ass moved. "Those shorts are gonna make Mindy awful nervous," he thought, ruefully. They were certainly making HIM nervous! 

Following her up the stairs was sheer torture. The thin white shorts were sheer enough to show the outline, and even the color, of her bikini bottom. Her thighs were tanned and lean, and never touched...a "3-finger split," as his friend Mike used to say... until they met at the tantalizing apex beneath those shorts.

Deena could sense his eyes on her. "Horny husbands," she thought, not entirely disliking the thought. She sensed a definite sexual tension between them, and thought maybe she shouldn't have dressed so casually. She hesitated at the top of the stairs, and allowed Tom to brush past her on the landing. When his arm contacted hers, they both flinched at the touch. Tom cleared his throat.

"Uhhhh...I'm sorry. The room's right this way."

He turned to lead her down the hall, and it was her turn to appraise him. "Mmmmm... Nice butt," she thought. "Good build. Very nice hair, and a killer smile." She already liked this couple. Mindy was cute and pleasant, if a bit withdrawn, and Tom was friendly, and certainly easy on the eyes. They both seemed to be open to her suggestions on how to wean their son's reliance on their presence at night. She felt good about them. 

Her last assignment had been for a couple in their 40's, who had no clue on parenting. The husband had hit on Deena at their first meeting, right in front of his wife! It took Deena several minutes to decide that they were swingers who'd gotten pregnant, and didn't really want to take time away from the lifestyle to raise a child. Deena had recommended another therapist, and gotten out. She had plenty of boyfriends. She didn't need any more complications.

This man, however...Deena couldn't deny the attraction, however much she wanted to remain professional. She hoped it wouldn't turn into a problem for her. She desperately needed the money this would provide. Her business was struggling, and that new Nissan 300x had turned out to be a luxury she really shouldn't have allowed herself.

The room was nice, if a bit crowded, still. Tom's softball and rowing trophies lined the shelves. A lot of the floor space was occupied by various boxes, and Deena wondered where she'd stow her bags. She smiled at the unkempt masculinity of the room.

"What? No elk head?" she teased, pointing to a bare wall. She giggled, then reminded herself to remain professional. Tom looked sheepish.

"I was gonna clean it up this afternoon," he explained. "You got here earlier than I expected." He looked at her suddenly. "Not that I mind," he blurted. His eyes took her in once more. "Not at all."

Deena felt the significance of his glance, and it stirred a heat, deep inside her. She cleared her throat and said, "I, uhhhh...didn't mean to bother you, Tom. I'd better go." She turned to leave, and suddenly his hand was on her arm. It was hot, the touch electric.

"It's a good bother," Tom said seriously. His hand lingered as their eyes met. She didn't look away, nor did he. Suddenly her mind was overwhelmed by possibilities. Conflicting thoughts. Pleasures. Risks.

"I'd better go," she said, and Tom seemed to realize he'd overstepped his bounds.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." he began, releasing her arm, and she laughed suddenly, and a little too nervously. She turned back toward him.

"Oh. No!" she said. "I didn't...well, you know." Her green eyes held him in her gaze for a long moment, and then she smiled. "We sound like a couple of teenagers," she said softly, impulsively taking his wrist in her hand. "I just...didn't want you to get the wrong idea, Tom."

Her touch, and her use of his name in such a familiar manner, told him exactly the opposite of what her words were saying, in that one moment. She recognized it, too, and her mind was suddenly filled with one thought, as clear and lucid as any she'd ever had. 

"I'm going to fuck him," she realized. "Sometime, and probably soon."

Their moment was broken by the chiming of the grandfather clock downstairs. It reminded each of them that Mindy would be home soon. Deena reluctantly released Tom's wrist.

"I really do have to go. I'll be back after 8:00 o'clock or so."

The walk downstairs was a long one, for both of them. Tom's mind was filled with Deena's smile, the color of her eyes, and the smell of her perfume, and Deena's was filled with images of Tom. Dark, erotic images. At the door, she avoided his eyes as she passed quickly outside, into the fresh air. She thought, as she walked to her car, that if she had stayed another minute, any thoughts of professionalism would be dashed by her own overpowering desire for him.

* * *

"She's an attractive woman," Mindy was saying, as she pulled the dishes from the drainer. Tom was dutifully washing, trying not to get into a conversation about Deena, but Mindy had been bringing her up ever since she got home. She seemed to be on both their minds, tonight.

"Hmmm?" he responded. "Who is?"

"Deena," his wife said, exasperated. "Dr. Merrick. Haven't you been listening at all?" She swatted the back of Tom's head with a dish towel, laughing. "Don't tell me you didn't notice her body. I know you, Tom. You like 'em tall and willowy."

"Right," he said, noncommittally. "And dark-haired. And athletic. And, of course, no older than 18!" He flicked water from the sink at her, smiling at her shocked expression.

"Everything I'm not," the little redhead suddenly said, her mouth falling. She feigned a pout, and he turned from the sink to pull her into his damp embrace. His dishwater hands dropped to her butt, and he squeezed her cheeks appreciatively as he pulled her against his groin. Her ass felt good beneath the short skirt she wore, and he pulled it up, sliding his fingers up along the lace of her panties as he did so.

"Exactly," he said as he bent to taste her lips. His hands kneaded the supple flesh of her ass through the sheer material of her abbreviated panties as they kissed; a long, passion-filled kiss.

"Mmmm, I like these. Boy-shorts, right? Are they new?" he asked, sliding his fingers beneath the lacy material. Mindy only moaned, enjoying the feel of his hands on her, and pushing into him. When he jokingly asked, "So tell me...did you wear these for me, or for her?" Mindy laughed into his shoulder.

"Whatever," she said, mysteriously.

An hour later, they were putting Robbie to bed, and Tom asked his wife if he should call Dr. Merrick to come over, now. As if on cue, there was a soft knock at the door downstairs. "You get it," Mindy said. "I'll just be a few minutes."

Tom's mind was racing as he walked to the door. He didn't know exactly what to say to the sexy brunette, after their strange encounter this afternoon. Thankfully, though, Deena was dressed very conservatively, in slacks, a blouse, and flat-soled shoes, with a clipboard for her notes in her arms. Her hair was pulled stylishly back, and secured with a clip. She smiled quickly, said hello, and waited to be invited inside. Tom held the door for her.

"Have you put Rob down yet?" she asked, as he closed the door behind her.

"Mindy's up there, right now. It'll take a while," he said. "He likes her to talk to him, and rub his back until he gets sleepy." He avoided her eyes, while asking if she wanted a cup of coffee.

"Is that what you usually do?" she asked. "Sit alone and drink coffee, while your wife puts your son to bed?" It sounded like an interrogation, and Tom bristled at the inference. Turning to Deena, he took a breath before launching into his explanation. That's when he noticed her sly smile.

He grinned broadly. "Got me, didn't you?" he said, shaking his head. They both laughed, enjoying the moment. The tension that had resumed, before she even walked through the door, seemed to have been released, for the moment. Tom hooked his arm into hers and turned her toward the kitchen. "C'mon," he said. "Coffee's on me."

They were still laughing when Mindy entered the kitchen. She took the cup offered by Tom and sat in the chair at the end of the breakfast island. It was the only lighted room in the house; an oasis, of sorts, for the adults, it seemed. Deena asked if they spent a lot of time there at night. Mindy answered.

"Sometimes I head for bed as soon as Robbie's down. I try to make the most of it." She looked at Tom. "Other times, I'll hang out here until he cries the first time, and let Tom get some sleep. It depends."

Deena considered. "Either way, it doesn't sound good for your sex life," she said, gazing at each of them in turn. Tom studied the cabinets, while Mindy began to talk.

"Tom and I don't have a sex life," she began. "Every time I think we do, we get another interruption. Night after night. Every time!" She paused, sniffed suddenly, and began to cry. "I swear, I get so frustrated..." She looked up at Deena, who moved to comfort the smaller woman. As her arms enfolded Mindy, Deena murmured into her shoulder.

"There, there, hon. Take it easy. We'll get you fixed up, you'll see." She glanced up at Tom, who was leaving the room, perhaps in embarrassment. Men didn't like to talk about their sex lives, she knew, or the lack of them. And they didn't like to be around crying women! Deena held onto Mindy protectively as the redhead shook once, then took a deep breath and squared herself.

"Thank you," Mindy said, finally. "I'm okay, honest." She held onto the other woman, though, somehow unwilling to let her go, and breathed in the subtle aroma of her perfume. She moved her face against Deena's neck. "That smells good," she said, softly.

Suddenly the comforting hug became something more, and the two women, conscious of the mutual attraction, moved even closer together. Deena's arms tightened around Mindy's neck as her upper body molded to the seated woman, and Mindy's hands slipped slowly down to Deena's waist, pulling her closer. Her head swiveled, and her lips brushed Deena's cheek. Then they were on the brunette's lips, and twisting, molding to the other's mouth.

Mindy drank in the taste of Deena's mouth, her breathing becoming more labored as they kissed. She had initiated this, she felt, but she wasn't sure why. The chemistry between them was just undeniable. She thought briefly about Tom, but forgot him when Deena's tongue wedged itself between her lips, and she opened her mouth to the brunette eagerly. Her breath was fresh, her body so undeniably sexy. It brought back memories of the one college affair she'd had with one of her roommates, and the sense of loss she had felt when Allison had moved on.




A Little Night Therapy



Deena's tongue explored the redhead's mouth as she held her, and she felt Mindy's hands slip down her hips to wrap around her ass. "God," she thought. "What am I doing?" Mindy had wedged her knee between Deena's own, and she slid her sex over the top of the smaller woman's bare leg, setting off little explosions in her groin. The kiss deepened. Breaking off, finally, Deena took a breath. Mindy whispered urgently, "Deena. I want you!"

The doctor felt the same way. Her head was buzzing with desire for this woman, who wouldn't give her a chance to think! She gasped, "Me, too, but I don't think this is appropriate for the kitchen, hon."

Mindy released her immediately, and stood. "Your room," she said. Her skirt was up around her hips, revealing the boy-shorts she'd worn especially for tonight, and Deena tugged it down, laughing as she shook her head.

"This is crazy!"

Ten minutes later, the two lay together across Deena's bed in the darkness, their lips mashing against each other's, their hands exploring the nuances of the other's bodies. Once they had made the commitment, they pursued it eagerly, their need for each other undeniable. Mindy had practically ripped Deena's clothes off, down to her white thong panties, her fingers tearing at buttons and zippers alike, eager to feel the brunette's lean body against her. Deena, however, had been more seductive, lingering as she removed Mindy's top and bra, marveling at the size and fullness of her breasts, and using her breath to tease the already tense flesh of her nipples. She pulled the zipper on Mindy's little skirt, slid it slowly down over her hips, and nuzzled her lips against the lacy underwear as Mindy arched her ass off the bed.

"Oh, god...c'mon!" the redhead urged. "Oh! Please, Deena!"

Deena slid downward, her hands going to Mindy's hips, her mouth to the bare skin just above her panty line. She kissed the supple flesh, then nipped playfully at her. The redhead flinched, breath held. Hooking her fingertips into the lacy waistband, she slid Mindy's boy-shorts slowly downward, her nails grazing the flesh of Mindy's hips as she did. She could smell the redhead's arousal, and it inflamed her own desire. Suddenly the panties were off, and she was burying her face between the other woman's thighs.

Mindy moaned, and slid her legs apart. The feel of Deena's lips on her anguished pussy was almost unbearable, and she hooked one ankle over the brunette's back. She never heard the door open, and then shut softly.

"Oh, god," she urged, as the tip of Deena's tongue explored the smooth skin of her labia and beyond. She arched her back, inviting more, and was rewarded. Deena's mouth covered her, and her tongue bathed the flesh of her inner lips, parting them as she lapped at her wetness. Mindy began to cum, almost immediately.

The sounds of his wife's arousal inflamed Tom's lust, and his hand went to his cock automatically. It was laying like a rigid pipe along his leg, and he stroked it as he peered at the lovers, visible only by the light of the moon through the half-drawn shades. Mindy was cumming harder and more vocally than she had ever cum with him, but he wasn't offended. Indeed, her arousal only fueled his own, and he clutched harder to his throbbing manhood. He couldn't believe the tableau laid out before him, and if his mind could take a snapshot, it would be of this moment:

His wife, her head thrown back and to one side, jaws clenched tightly as she squealed her pleasure; her breasts, those gorgeous mounds of flesh he loved so much, their nipples being twisted and pulled agonizingly by her own fingers; her muscular legs clenching, drawn possessively around the shoulders of her lover...and below that, the long brown hair of the woman who was absolutely rocking her world, now pulled from it's bun, covering both shoulders like a shiny blanket; the long, curving backbone and slender waist, leading to an ass as perfect as he could ever imagine; the ball of her pussy, encased there in white cotton, the shape discernable between those long, lean thighs; her hands, forcing those other thighs apart, her head a blur of motion between them. 

Tom listened to their sounds, drawn into the ménage like a third segment, until Mindy began to catch her breath. Then, self-consciously, he stepped back into the shadows, in the corner of the room, and waited. The two women kissed again, Deena sliding up the perspiring body of her lover like a snake, as Mindy's hands went to her ass. 

"Ohhhhh, god!" his wife panted. "I haven't cum like that in years!" Deena laughed, a low, lusty sound, deep in her throat. 

"I'm glad you liked it. You needed that, you know." She chuckled again and said, "As if you didn't know it!" She kissed Mindy again, and Mindy suddenly pushed her over onto her back.

"We're not through, you know," she whispered, and Tom felt a surge of excitement course through his body. His wife was going to eat HER, next! Mindy began her slide down the brunette's long body, as Deena's head went back. 

Soon Deena was imitating his wife; her hips undulating, her hard flat belly rising and falling as she moaned her approval. Mindy was noisily slurping away at the Doctor's pussy, which appeared in the sparse light, to be clean-shaven. Tom slid his zipper silently down and pulled his cock from his slacks. He desperately craved some relief. Watching Mindy's head between the legs of the lean beauty was driving him crazy with lust, and he stepped forward for a better view, just as Deena rose up onto her elbows to watch the housewife eat her.

She saw him. The surprise was evident on her face, but it didn't last long. She smiled at Tom, then licked her lips as she ground her cunt against his wife's lips. "That's it, baby," she groaned, sliding forward. "Lick me inside out. Make me cum." Mindy gasped, her excitement level rising as Deena began to talk dirty to her, and slipped her legs off the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor, right before her excited husband! She pulled Deena by the legs, until she was once again able to bury her face in the brunette's smooth snatch.

Tom's lust was at fever pitch, now, watching from only 2 feet away, as his wife made love to the woman he so wanted to fuck. His hand moved rapidly over his cock as he watched. Deena's face, he now saw in the moonlight, was shiny with the fluids she had pulled from his wife, and she was watching him excitedly as she spoke to Mindy.

"Oooh, yeah! That's good," she urged. "Oh, god...your tongue feels so good. Stick it in me deeper, Mindy. Yeah!" Deena knew the lust her words were inspiring, and she watched excitedly as Tom's hand frantically stroked the length of his generous cock. She wanted that cock deep inside her, but she wanted something else. She wanted to watch him fuck his wife, first. That would be so hot!

"Do it," she said aloud, nodding at Mindy's upthrust ass before him.

There was no hesitation. Tom stepped to either side of Mindy's legs, leaned over the end of the bed, and found her pussy with his throbbing member. He slid it home as she raised her head in surprise.

Deena quickly put her hand behind Missy's head and pulled her back down over her aching pussy. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Whatever happens, don't stop." She pressed the redhead's head down as Tom began to stroke into her, and suddenly his hand was covering hers, forcing his wife's face against her cunt. Their eyes locked, and as Tom fucked his wife furiously, he stared into the brunette's passion-glazed eyes.

Suddenly...too soon, he was cumming, and Mindy's cunt spasmed around his pumping tool as she reached her orgasm with him. Only Deena seemed still in control as she watched the couple climax before her. Her eyes suddenly alert, she urged them on, now needing that release herself.

"That's it. Cum for me, Mindy! Oh, yeah, Tom...fill her up!" Her words inspired and excited them, and both husband and wife groaned their pleasure loudly as their bodies reacted. Tom felt the last strong contractions of his balls as Mindy's tortured cunt milked him greedily, and watched the Doctor's face, as she reached for her own pleasure.

His thumb on her clit did it. Deena suddenly tensed, her knees pulling toward her body, as he reached beyond his wife's head and stroked her throbbing button.

"Oh, GOD!!!!" Tom's thumb and Mindy's tireless tongue soon conspired to bring her to a shattering, convulsing climax. Only when she had ceased to shudder, and her breathing had begun to return to normal, did the pair relent.

Mindy raised her head and swiveled her neck around, her lips questing for Tom's. Her face was glazed with Deena's slickness, her lips smelling of pussy. Tom licked her puckered mouth before settling his lips over hers, and then he kissed her, tasting the sweetness of two women. His dick reacted, flexing once inside her before her pussy expelled him.

"Oh, god, Tom," she gasped, her head settling on Deena's thigh. She could feel him against her backside. He was still engorged and getting harder, and she knew, this time, it was destined for Deena. "I can't take any more," she lied. She inhaled the other woman's musky aroma and thought briefly about spending another few minutes there, then decided to relinquish her spot between those long legs to her husband.

"Help me up."

Tom pushed himself upright and put his hands under Mindy's arms, lifting the exhausted woman to her feet. His arms encircled her naked body and they kissed again. Mindy felt the throbbing of his cock against her thigh and pulled from his lips. She whispered, "I don't think we're finished here, honey." He pulled back, looking at her questioningly, and she nodded toward the prone beauty on the bed. A quick smile and a wink, and he understood.

"Seriously?" he asked. When Mindy put her hand against his butt and pushed him gently toward the bed, he smiled.

"I'll do my best," he said jokingly over his shoulder.

Mindy chuckled, glancing at the Doctor, and noting her look of interest as she saw Tom's cock swinging toward her. "Oh, don't worry. I'll be watching," she promised. She slipped back into the same darkened corner her husband had occupied earlier, her hand already sliding down her belly.

Deena raised herself back up onto her elbows, her legs still spread. "Hi, lover," she said softly, glancing toward the shadow of Mindy. "You know I've been waiting for this." Tom crawled over her, his cock getting harder with every pulse of his heart. "I know," he said. "So have I." His lips met hers, and she pulled him down onto her as she reclined. There was no need for foreplay; her pussy was ready for him. It swallowed him easily as her hand sought him and guided him to her core.

"Ohhhhh, yes," she hissed, as she felt him fill her completely. "You're so hard, so.....god!" He was already beginning to stroke, his need for her immediate. His cock, coated with his own wife's fluids, slid smoothly backward and forward within her velvety sheath as his hips pumped fluidly. He was forcing himself to go slowly, and his languid pace allowed her to build toward the inevitable crescendo.

Mindy watched, her finger working the agitated bud of her clit, and knew what pleasure the brunette was feeling. She knew Tom's pace, his tender touch, and the feel of his veiny cock deep inside her body. Her breathing was already getting shorter, her hips pumping beneath her hand.

Tom tried to hold himself. His balls should have been drained; the last of his fluid, even now, streaking Mindy's inner thighs, but he felt a new charge, like molten lava, deep within his body, and it ached to be released. The feel of Deena's clutching cunt muscles on his dick was leading him inexorably toward another climax. He slowed almost to a stop, and slid his arms under her thighs.

Deena was almost there. "Oh, god, don't stop now," she begged. She waited, clinging to the edge, as Tom raised himself up, lifting her knees with him. Suddenly, he was at a new angle, and his cock was stimulating new surfaces within her. She looked up at him, towering over her in the darkness, and gave herself over completely. Her voice became a plaintive whine.

"Oh, god. Oh, god. Ooooh, god," she chanted, as the sensations built rapidly. Suddenly, her overstimulated pussy exploded, its fluid coating his cock. Her whole body shook, and he held her tightly as he continued his inexorable rhythm within her. Watching her climax was empowering. He grew even harder, and his own orgasm began to build rapidly. It started deep within his balls, and boiled suddenly upward. Now there was no stopping it, and he stroked deep and hard, rocking the slender brunette's body.

When his first blast of overheated cum struck deep inside her, Deena lost all control. Her pussy spasmed madly and the feeling left her legs, as he filled her narrow canal. His roar of pleasure filled her ears, along with Mindy's. She looked over, and the housewife was sliding down the corner of the wall, her hand still moving over her own clit.

* * *

Later, when all three lay naked together, their lust satiated for the time being, Deena attempted to explain how to react to their child's need for attention. "You have to achieve a balance," she was saying, "between his desire for your time, and your own need to be together." Mindy suddenly laughed, her body convulsing under Deena's embrace. Deena was confused.

"What is it, hon?" she asked, one brow raised speculatively. "What's so dog-gone funny?" She noticed Tom was chuckling, too. What had she missed?

Mindy turned to face the doctor, smiling at her. Her eyes took in the brunette's graceful features and smoky eyes, and her sensual lips. "Oh, Deena," she said. "You're so cute sometimes." She glanced at Tom, who was resting comfortably between her own thighs, and smiled conspiratorily. "Didn't you hear Robbie at all, the whole time I was eating you, and Tom was behind me, making me see stars?" She laughed again, and Tom interrupted. 

"It's okay, by the way," he said. "He finally gave up and went to sleep. You're a hell of a doctor!"

The laughter of three lovers filled the room.