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Good Morning Sir

By: Lovingsubmissive27



It's early morning. i awake before You. Something sparks in my head as soon as i wake and i'm hoping it doesn't get me into too much trouble. Well in a way I hope it does. I get cleaned up quickly. Sliding back into bed hoping You are still soundly asleep. I check making sure. When I am thoroughly sure You are still asleep I start to play out my thoughts. 

Slowly I pull back the covers from your body ever so slowly trying not to disturb You. I study You for a minute taking in little details. The little fire of desire that sparked in me when I awake is building strength and I throw caution to the wind and go for it. 

Slowly I crawl between your legs stopping to kiss Your tights, first the tops then moving inward. Focusing in I notice that at least part of you has started to wake. Softly I test for a reaction I kiss the head of your cock a little reaction of movement eggs me on. I start kissing the head more. Around it kissing the shaft, kissing your balls. My confidence in You still being asleep is shrinking but I continue. Licking my soft lips I open my mouth and slide it over the head. Resting it there for a moment watching for a reaction. Then I proceed to take more of you into my mouth. Trying to control my breathing and the rest of myself from moving to quickly. I feel you getting harder and it pushes me on. Caution be damned I go for it and slide as much as I can in till it hits my throat. Felling it getting harder. Slowly I start moving my head up and down. Still watching for a reaction. For a moment my fear is sidetracked by concentrating on what I'm doing. 

Suddenly Your hand has a tight grasp of my and fear shooting into the pit of my stomach. You pull my hair back and my fears of throwing caution to the wind suddenly feel so wrong. But then you stop pulling. My mouth on the head of your cock still, i'm frozen. Then I feel You start to push my head back down and a very small amount of relief comes over me as I lower my head back over your cock. But I know better than to let my guard completely down. Slowly I slide my mouth up and down the length of your cock, well as much as I can. Both of your hand move to my head holding it firmly. I feel you start to rock your hips and it encourages me. Then as I start to move my head a little faster I hear a groan escape from your mouth. Holding my head firmly I feel You push yourself deeper into my mouth. I gag a little but don't let that stop me. As my mouth moves up and down Your shaft my tongue is trying to move around. Using my tongue ring I try to lick up and down the underside of my Sir's cock. Trying to increase the feeling. Moving with the rhythm You are guiding me with I comfortably keep up and concentrate on what I'm doing. There was my mistake. I got comfortable and You noticed it. 

In a flash I'm being pushed off of you. My hair still in your hand as I feel myself being pulled to the end of the bed. I feel myself being pushed down onto my knee at the foot of the bed, and only then do I see what is happening. I'm frozen as I see you standing over me, looking down upon me. In one hand it my hair. In the other is your hard cock still wet from my saliva. I don't recognize the look on your face and fear strikes my stomach. Your eyes pierce me and I am frozen. You bring the tip of your cock to my mouth but I don't dare more. You start to trace my lips with the head, and finally speak.

"You have been a very naughty girl this morning."

"Yes Sir."

"You realize I will have to punish you for this little stunt later don't you?" 

"Yes Sir I do." I feel fear, but it is so hard to be fearful as You continue to trace my lips. Finally

" Open that pretty little mouth girl." I do and feel your cock fill my mouth completely. You hit the back of my throat and still push a little more. I gag a little and you slightly pull back. Then push it back in. You take my hand and put it on the base, then with both hand on my head start to fuck my mouth. My hands on your thighs as I do my best to move as You wish. Licking the underside with fury. Trying to suck it and stroke it. I feel you getting harder. My hand moves up to your balls and I know they are getting full. I suck harder. Bobbing my head back and forth. Up and down, up and down. Feeling your fingers tighten as they tighten in my hair. I massage your balls and milk your cock with my mouth. You're muscles start to tighten. You try and hold back as you move my head faster and faster, pushing deeper into my mouth. Wanting so badly to taste your cum in my mouth. Harder and faster I move my hand, my mouth, my whole body trying to get to that goal. I hear a moan catch in your throat. And I fill you pull back on my hair pulling me off of you just as I taste the first but touch my tongue. You fist powerfully strokes Your cock, looking down at your girl seeing her eyes looking back up at you. You erupt not in my mouth as I had hoped, but instead all over my face. I feel glob after hot glob hit my skin and it almost feels like it's burning me. I sigh as close my eyes and take in the sensation. Knowing I got you there. As You calm down and try and move back on to the bed I move out of the way as you collapse. Cleaning up my face, taking a small taste as I do. I get up off my knees and start to make my way to the bathroom. Knowing I shouldn't but knowing i'm in trouble anyhow I can't help from saying it with a smile on my face.

"Good Morning Sir" 

Good Morning, Sir



The shrill alarm intrudes upon my erotic dream of red and white silk ropes entwined around my upper body, forming a delicate lattice frame of love and bondage. 

I whimper a complaint as your hand slaps my hip, then softly caresses the tingling flesh. You draw me further into your embrace; your hard cock wedged between the welcoming warm flesh of my ass as your hand slips from my hip to my bare pussy.

"My good little slut is wet and ready this morning," it is not a question. "Lift your leg," you command as you bite my ear lobe.

I lift my leg and moan softly as you inch slowly inside me. I try to push back against you, my actions begging you for more. "Please, sir," I whimper.

Your teeth bite down harder on my ear as one hand laces through my hair and jerks my head back against your shoulder. Your hand on my hip stills my futile attempts to take more of you.

"No, muffin, you don't control me," you growl as the hand on my hip moves across my soft tummy. I flinch at your caress as you chuckle, "I see we have more work to do on that issue." Your fingers pinch my flesh, "You still have not learned, women are meant to be soft." Your hand continues its journey upwards until it clasps my breast, squeezing and kneading. 

Your hips surge forward, burying your cock fully in my wet cunt. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as I come hard around your throbbing flesh. "Soft...warm...wet...welcoming," your punctuate each adjective with a hard thrust inside of me, each one prolonging and intensifying my orgasm. 

Your hands are driving me insane. You tug harder on my hair, tears glisten in the corner of my eyes. My head is pulled back at an odd angle, offering you unlimited access to my neck. I inhale deeply as your teeth sink into my flesh there, biting down so hard on my lower lip that I taste the metallic essence of my blood. You tweak and pull at my elongated nipple as you plunge harder and faster inside of me.

"Do not scream, slut," you growl against my neck. I can feel the heat of your breath against the cool, wetness where you had bitten and suckled. No doubt I would be wearing a turtle neck this day. 

I try to nod, but your fingers in my hair prevent any movement. The tears slip over the edge as my body clinches tighter around your flesh. I feel myself slip deeper into the nothingness. Nothing exists anymore except your touch, your cock, your deep voice commanding my every move. I can barely breath in this space, instinctively matching even those most basic functions to yours.

"That's it, sweetheart. Take what you need, muffin," your hips pound against my ass, plunging so deeply inside of me that it becomes another level of pain and pleasure. You pinch my nipple and twist. My pussy contracts around you, milking and pleading, serving its master with pleasure. 

Your fingers on my nipple. Your teeth on my neck. Your hand tugging at my hair. Your cock pressed against my cervix. The sensations war with one another. It becomes too much as I sink deeper into you. You surround me as I float towards heaven. 

You groan against the throbbing flesh in my neck, "Fuck, yes, angel." Your body covers mine, your cock pressing even deeper. My disjointed mind wonders, 'how is that possible.' You bite down harder as I feel you come inside me. 

Wet. Warm. Safe. Loved. I float softly back to reality, knowing you will be there to catch me. I close my eyes and land softly. Your hand in my hair has loosened. Now you are caress its red lengths. Your hand on my tit as slackened too, encircling my waist and holding me against you. I smile as I feel your cock twitch inside of me, triggering my own after shocks as the muscles of my pussy squeezes you a couple of times more. 

"Good morning, princess," you murmur against my neck. 

I blush at the deep contented rumble of your voice. Did I do that? Did I pleasure you half as much as you did me? "Good morning, sir," I whisper with my eyes still down.

I feel your fingers on my chin as you lift my face to yours. "Yes, you pleased me," you smile. My brow scrunches in a frown. How did you know? Are even my thoughts yours to control know? You tweak my nose and brush a light kiss across my lips, "Yes, all of you." 

You draw back slowly and look deep into my eyes, "But right now, we both need to get out of this bed or I'm going to be late and the kids are going to get one hell of a show when they wake up." You slap lightly at my bottom, "Kitchen, now." 

"Yes, sir," I whisper as I reach for the silk robe at the foot of our bed. "Pancakes or bacon and eggs?" I ask.

"Pancakes and bacon, muffin," your voice caresses my skin even more than the silk. "I'll be down after my shower."

I nod and slip quietly from our bedroom. My brow furrows once more. "Pancakes and bacon," I murmur. I smile as I glory in my freedom. I know those not in our world would never understand how liberating it is not to have to make even that simple decision. But after a quarter of a century of decisions, big and small, I revel in my surrender. 

I tap lightly on the girls' bedroom door, peaking my head through it. I smile as I watch your daughter stretch, she is so much like you. I wink at her as I walk to Ems' bed. "Rise and shine, sweetie girl," I say as I shake her shoulder gently. She rolls over and looks up at me, "Five more minutes, Mommy?"

Her big sister laughs, "Don't worry. I won't let her sleep too long." I smile and nod. 'Yes, most definitely your daughter,' I think. Always strong, always in control, always taking care of others. I slip from the room, knowing that is one more thing I don't need to worry about.

I smile as I mix the pancake batter. How different my world is from this time last year. The structure, the order, knowing there is always someone there to catch you when you fall. I fight back tears of happiness as I take the last of the bacon from the pan. I reach for the griddle and replace it on the burner. 

I shake my head and swat at your fingers as you sneak a piece of the bacon from the plate. Your hand lands soundly on my bottom. I feel the sting of the blow through the soft material and bite back a moan. "Don't forget your place," you chide playfully as I pour batter onto the hot griddle.

"Yes, sir," I whisper as I flip the pancakes. 

I sneak a peak at you in your uniform. I am never sure which I find sexier, full uniform or absolutely nothing? Of course, leather pants and vest battles with both of them. 

You chuckle, "Like what you see, darling?" 

I plate the first of the pancakes and add several pieces of bacon. My eyes down I pass it to you. You take the plate with one hand and lift my face to yours with the other. "I asked you a question."

I nodded, but your growl reminds me to use my voice. "Yes, sir."

The smile that spreads across your handsome face takes my breath away. "You can be damned glad that the kids will be down any minute or I'd have to kneeling right now."

"As you wish, sir," I whisper.

"Don't tempt me to take this back upstairs, woman," you tease with another light slap on my bottom before taking your place at the head of the table.

The kids rush into the room like a hurricane as I prepare more plates of pancakes and bacon. I begin to straighten the counter top and clean up as I feel your breath caress the side of my neck. I can feel the bruised flesh that is hidden just under the collar of my robe throb in answer, pleading for your attention.

"What's your plans today?" you ask as you slip your plate into the soapy water. For a moment, I am taken away from everything again as our fingers wrestle under the bubbles. How can something so ordinary be so erotic, I wonder. 

I shake my head, trying to remember your question. Plans? "Nothing much, write some more this morning. Then lunch with a couple of the other wives. Pick the kids up from school. Make dinner. The usual."

You nodded as you steal the last piece of bacon from the plate next to the stove. "Pot roast. And if you're going out don't forget your collar. How close are you to finishing this one?"

I giggle at how you sandwiched your order between two such ordinary comments. "Another couple of chapters and it will be ready for edits. Pot roast it is then. I'll lay it out now. And of course, I would never forget that, sir."

You touch my cheek softly as the low den of noise begins to rise from the table, "Ten minutes. You have ten minutes to brush your teeth, grab your coats and back packs and be at the car. I'm taking you to school today. Your mother is busy." 

I cannot help smiling at the way you took control without even taking your eyes from mine. You bend and kiss my lips as your fingers caress mine. I feel you twirling the gold band there as if reminding me that it is the least of our commitments to one another. A stupid nod to conventionality that pales in comparison to the depths of our other bond. 

You pull back slowly and smile at me. "I'll lay out what you are wearing before I go. I mean it, don't leave this house without the necklace."

I nod, "Never, sir."

I turn back to the breakfast dishes as I hear you and the children rushing about finishing the last of the morning preparations. I frown. Is something wrong with me? How can an otherwise intelligent and strong willed woman actually enjoy having someone else make even the simplest decisions such as what to wear or cook for her? It does not make sense. No one outside of the BDSM community would ever understand.

But after a lifetime as a professional and single mother, the stress of so many decisions and responsibilities had begun to eat away at my very soul. I was exhausted, tired physically and mentally. Until a friend began to share with me her experiences as a submissive. I had listened and questioned. Then I read. More and more. Until finally, I took the plunge. More like wadded in, actually. Joining FetLife and continuing my journey of discovery.

I feel another stinging blow to my ass through the silk robe. "Did I give you permission to get lost in your thoughts?" you growl as you draw me into your arms and press me against you.

"No, sir," I murmur.

"Eyes up, woman," you command me as easily as you do others at work. I do not even hesitate to look into the depths of your soul.

"Stop it. Don't let them get to you today. Write. Pour your soul into that story. Then enjoy your girl time before these monsters take back over. But hear me now. I will know if you have spent the day in that pretty little mind of yours." You bend and kiss me again before another sound smack lands on the other cheek, "And there will be consequences tonight."

"Yes, sir," I whisper as the children rush into the kitchen. I help them with coats and back packs, kissing each one of the cheek before they slip out the door, rushing to the car. I hear lilts of 'shot gun' as they begin to argue. 

"Have a good day, sir," I say as I stand on tip toe to kiss your cheek.

"They are all good since you came into my life, woman," you whisper against my lips as you disappear into the blazing sun of another good morning.



Good Morning Squirt



I wake to the sounds of the shower. I look at the clock and notice that it is about 30 minutes before your alarm usually goes off. I guess you woke up a little early and hopped in. Then a little smile crosses my face. 

I slide out of our king bed and grab some of your favorite candles from the bedroom and living room, and your iPhone. I quietly creep into the bathroom, place the candles around the room, and light them. Then I turn on some gentle morning music. Then I turn off the lights, leaving the glow of candles.

"Uh, hello?" I hear you ask. I take off my t-shirt and underwear, and climb in the shower with you. You're facing the water, so I get right behind you, put my arms around your waist, and give you a big hug - the water running down my arms and your chest. You lean your head back on my shoulder and whisper, "Good morning."

Your hair is wet, so I get the shampoo and lather up your hair. I hear your soft purrs, and I can tell you have your eyes closed and have a big smile. I rub your scalp for a couple minutes, while you simply stand still. I use the shampoo on my hands to wash your neck and back. Again, you just stand still - I take this as my cue to continue. 

I take some of your sweet-smelling body wash and rub it over your shoulders and back, then down to your hips, and then over your gentle, round ass. I continue down you body, washing the back and sides of your upper legs. I bend down, and washed your lower legs. When I get to your feet you lean forward and lift one foot, then the other, so I can wash them. I can tell you are really enjoying this. 

As I stand up, you lean your head forward, and, looking down, let the water run over your head to rinse the shampoo off. Using my fingers, I messaged your scalp again, rinsing all the shampoo out. I gently rub your shoulders and your neck, as you simply stand still, with your head hanging down. While my hands moved down your arms, massaging them, I kiss, lick, and nibble the back of your neck and your shoulders. "Oh, honey," I hear you say quietly. 

I pull you close, you raise up your head, and lean it back on my shoulder - I kiss your cheek. I take some more of your body wash, and gently clean your arms. I lift up one arm, then the other, washing the under sides of your arms and along the sides of your chest. I reach around and very gently rubbed my hands over your large, firm breasts. I feel their excitement at my touch. I pull you back a little, so the water isn't running over you. I take some more body wash, and very gently clean your chest from behind - first reaching over your shoulders to clean you neck and chest, then reaching under your arms to your breasts. I clean each of them, raising them to get under neither. My hands feel your gentle warmth, and your deepening breathes. I continue gently caressing your breasts, and start kissing your neck again. I feel you gently and subtly push your hips back against me - just enough for me to feel - while I rinse you. 

I begin kissing my way down your shoulders - moving slowly from side to side. Down to the middle of your back. Over to your left hip, then to the right hip. Then, down to your firm, round ass. With my hands on your hips, I kiss, lick, and gently nibble your beautiful round ass. As I do this I can feel you bend slightly at the waist, pushing your ass out a little, while you put one hand on the shower wall below the shower head and you let your head hang down - the water running over your head, down your back, and over your hips and ass. The hot water feels wonderful on my lips as I kiss you. I get a little more body wash and start rubbing it over your lower back, your beautiful ass, your hips, and your legs. I get on my knees. I let the water gently rinse the soap off rubbing you the whole time. 

I lift one foot up on the edge of the tub. I rub more body wash all over that leg, and gently massaging your inner thigh and brushing gently your ass hole, cleaning it ever so gently. I kiss all along your leg - the thigh, the knee, the calf, down to your feet. You reach one hand down to my head, and run your fingers through my hair. I guide your foot back to the bottom of the tub, and raise the other one to the other side of the tub. Again, I clean your leg, massaging it the whole time. This time I get a little extra wash and gently, but thoroughly, clean your tight, beautiful ass hole. Covered with soap, my fingers gently slide up and down over your ass hole. I can feel the intense heat your little hole gives off, while cleaning you most private parts. I let the water run down your back, rinsing off all the soap. I wash and rinse my hands, while I kiss and lick your hips, legs, and ass. With a little more wash, I reach my hand between your legs and rub your inner thigh, then slowly move toward your smooth, beautiful pussy. I rub the soap on either side of your vagina, and down between your holes. I gently clean that sensitive spot between your holes. You straighten up a little, letting the water run down your front and back at the same time. I gently move my hand around your pussy lips, rinsing all the soap off. I move my hand down between your holes, then over your hot, tight ass hole, while my other hand rubs your legs and while my lips are kissing your hips, lower back, and ass the whole time.

Now that I have cleaned every inch of your beautiful, naked body, I call your name, "Darcy." I hear you groan my name, "Oh, Brad." With one foot still on the edge of the tub, you lean forward at the waist, pushing your ass out. With one hand you gently pull your ass cheeks apart exposing your little hole - my reward for my hard work. With my hands on your hips and legs, I kiss all over your ass and slowly move my tongue toward you sweet, adorable ass hole. I run my wet tongue all around the precious hole, then gently over it. As my tongue glides over it, you push your hips down toward me and bend your knees slightly. This allows me to lick all over your hole. With more and more energy, I lick that sweet hole. My hands running all over your hips and your legs and your belly and your beautiful, firm breasts. Oh, you taste so good.

My tongue licks all over the hole, then I slowly move down to that sweet spot between your holes. I let my tongue linger over your flesh right in that secret spot for a minute - licking it, and even sucking on it a little. 

But I want you to cum for me. 

Still on my knees, I slowly guide your foot back into the tub. I turn your around, slowly running my hands all over your legs, hips, and ass, kissing them the whole time. I gently raise one foot to the side of the tub, you grab hold of the shower curtain rod with one hand, and run your fingers through my hair with the other hand. Looking up at you, my hands reach up and feel your breasts. Our eyes meet for the first time on this glorious morning. I see you whisper, "I love you."

With your breasts in my hands, I kiss and lick your hips and your belly. Oh, your skin is so soft and smooth. I bring my hands down - one goes between your legs and up on to the back of your leg, and the other rubs your belly, and your hips. I begin licking all over your sweet-smelling pussy. I lick all around your vagina lips - on each side, above, below. I look up to see your head back, you are very happy.

Starting from the bottom, I lick your sweet, wet 

pussy all the way to the top. I can feel your wet juices on my tongue and lips. Oh, sweet Darcy. As I reach your clit, I feel your hips push forward. With one hand you reach down and pull your lips apart, showing me just what you want - suck on my clit, Ben. I do not disappoint. 

In no time, I find your sweet spot - I run the tip of my tongue all around it, then I put it between my lips and suck on it gently. 

With everything that has happened so far, one gentle suck on your clit, pushes you over the edge. You put your hand on the back of my neck and groan lowly...your energy builds quickly, and with a cry of deep pleasure you release your squirt to my waiting mouth. I feel the rush of your hot liquid shoot out of your body and into mine. Your knees bend and your cry continues, as this cum carries on. My mouth fills with your hot liquid, and it begins to run down my chin and chest. I feel the energy flowing through your body, as I hold on to you tightly. 

"Oh, Brad," I hear you say. "Oh, sweetheart, don't you dare stop." I gladly obey, looking up at you while I swallow your sweet-tasting squirt, and lick it off my lips. I lick all over your pussy again, but with more energy - you respond with moans, and sweet encouragement.

I take two fingers and slide them up into your precious hole. You moan, as I do. I slide them in and out, at first moving slowly but then finding a quicker rhythm. You ask, or nearly beg, me to put in another finger. I oblige. "Oh, darling. Can you fit four?" I slide a fourth finger in you, and we find a quick rhythm. It feels so good to feel my fingers going in and out of your hot, wet pussy. I look down and see that my cock is very, very hard and swollen, wetness shining on my hole. 

While my fingers slide in and out, I resume licking and sucking your clit. I glance up and see you are as near to complete happiness as I've seen you. You are clearly losing yourself in the moment. With one hand you guide my free hand around to your back hole. You take one finger of mine and rub it around your ass hole - showing me what you want. With great effort, I find a rhythm - four fingers sliding in and out of your pussy, one hand rubbing your sweet, hot ass hole, and my lips sucking your clit. This can't go on much longer I think to myself.

Then I feel the telltale signs of the coming ecstasy - your breath deepens, your muscles begin to tighten, and your hand pushes my face to your pussy. Then the deep, low moan. 

With a loud cry, "Oooohhhhhh," you reach a deep orgasm. You release your cum and give yourself to it - feeling every pleasure it offers and letting it control your body and mind. I continue to fuck your pussy with my hand and suck on you clit, while my finger slides off your ass hole. Releasing the shower curtain, you use both hands to pull my face to your pussy. Your orgasm continues for what seems forever, but then that dreaded moment arrives when it starts to subside and you breath in again and begin to catch your breath. Remembering that look of happiness and pleasure on your face, I decide I won't let you go just yet. I want the moment to continue. Still high from cumming, I suck hard on your clit, and move my four fingers in and out of your pussy as fast as I can. It works. 

"Oh, god. I'm...gonna..again...oh...yes," I hear you cry out as a second wave hits you. Barely able to stand, you completely give yourself to this second orgasm. It does not disappoint. Your body feels the pleasure deeply, and completely. 

As the second strong cum begins to subside, I feel your legs buckle. I quickly stand up and catch you as you fall forward into my waiting arms. I feel your whole body collapse into my arms. I feel your heavy breathing, your heaving chest, your hot, naked body against mine. I support you for a long, close moment. You raise your lips to mine and kiss me gently. I help you stand on your own for a moment, while I plug up that tub, turn off the shower and let the water fill the tub. I add some bath salts and a little of your favorite bubble bath. I sit down in the tub, turn you around, and sit you down in front of me. Holding you tight, I let the water fill the tub and feel your soft breath. You seem to be glowing, you are so happy.



Good Morning Starshine!




This is a slightly updated version of this tale.  I'm at somewhat of a loss to explain why it was not submitted here when it was first posted on the Internet.  There have been a few minor changes to the text since the tales first appearance.

DC thanks the proofreaders who assisted in preparing the original for posting.  But we should add that he doubts they've seen this later version.



Good Morning Starshine!


The reader must understand that most of this happened a very long time ago now; the true beginning of the tale did anyway.  The world was a completely different place back then; well, as I just said, it was at the beginning.  

As teenagers we were kind of innocent, and we were keen to explore the new boundaries that certain medical advances had left open to us.  I'm talking the birth control pill here and the magical properties of antibiotics that meant most of the better known STD's could be cured with a couple of injections; well reputedly they could.

Yet at the same time we were angry about what the old fuddy-duddies had heaped upon us younger generation's shoulders.  I'm talking about what is sometimes described at the time as "that Crazy Asian War."  It was the American and Australian teenagers who had their innocence stolen by that conflict, but the majority of teenagers in the UK were with them in our hearts and minds.

It's highly possible that no one, who isn't old enough to have been in the sixteen to -- lets say about -- twenty-five or maybe thirty age group during the sixties.  Will ever be able to understand what it was like back then; but then all you younger folks have grown up with HIV and antibiotic tolerant super bugs, haven't you.  And a certain self-preservation attitude to life and sex that accompanies them.

I suppose the best place to start you the story is in the middle, some considerable time after the sixties and well, after I'd kind-of returned to living within the somewhat more staid and conventional society that we all share today.

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To be perfectly honest with you, I can't really explain how I came to join that Life Class in the first place.  Well, not in any way that does not make me sound like, either, a pretty sad case or some sort of pervert or something.  It's all a bit embarrassing to attempt to explain actually; but I will try.

I was thirty-six at the time and had just come out of a pretty disastrous five year relationship.  For the life of me, I can't figure out how that affair had lasted as long as it did, for we had very little in common.  Well, that's if you don't take into account a mutual appreciation of sex.  But hey man, sex might be fun; but you can take it from me, that sex alone does not make a sound foundation for a long-term relationship.  There has to be that little spark.  That inexplicable something that draws you to the one person who's destined to be your life partner.  Sex helps of course; but there has to be something extra there as well.

In comparison to a lot of people at the time, Clair and I had everything.  A nice home and cars.  We were young, healthy and very fit.  Yeah well, we both enjoyed our energetic horizontal workout most seven nights a week.

To cut a long story short.  Eventually we both came to realize that we were spending more time arguing with each other during the day, than we were making-up those arguments in bed at night.  So we called 'time' by mutual agreement.

Clair moved out and left me living alone in our flat.  I do believe she eventually shacked up with one of my old friends.  Our constant bickering had sort-a led to an estrangement from nearly all our close circle of friends.  Folks really do not want to spend their free time in the middle of a war zone; yeah that's how bad things had become between Clair and myself towards the end.

That kind-a left me with a mighty big problem after she had gone though; I no longer had a circle of close friends.  Shit, I hardly had anyone who I could call a friend anymore, except for a couple of the guys I worked with at the office.

Yeah all right, probably I was being a little stubborn; but after folks have purposely pushed you away and left you off the old invitations lists for a few years.  You're not inclined to go hunt the buggers out again; well I wasn't!

Anyway that's how I started hanging around with Arthur.  Arthur was just another guy from the office.  A couple of years older than myself; who had the reputation of 'apparently' being a bit of a loner.  But I was to rapidly discover that appearances... especially first appearances can be... er, pretty inaccurate on occasions.

Another apparent disadvantage where Arthur was concerned, was he had the reputation of being bit of a weirdo.  No, that's not right; maybe a little strange from most of the guys' in the office perspective.  Well, you see, on the quiet Arthur was considered to be a little... odd, by most everyone else in the office.

In truth, Arthur was (and still is I would guess) what is sometimes described as an arty-farty type.  He was into opera, ballet, art and all that crap.  I do believe the only reason I first teamed-up with Arthur, was because -- unlike most of the other unattached males in the office -- he did not appear to spend his every non-working moment drinking.  Although much to my surprise I was quickly to discover that Arthur spent a high proportion of his non-working time... fornicating!

I have to admit that I pretty soon discovered that I didn't care for opera very much.  Although I did enjoy the company of the two very cultured and uncommonly (for the time) loose moral'd young ladies that Arthur arranged for us to escort that evening.

Ditto, goes for the few evenings we spent at the ballet as well.  But Jesus, if we kept that game up for very long I'd have had to cut my hours at the office back; god alone knows where Arthur found the energy or all those frustrated females.

Luckily our employer had been one of the first around to introduce flexitime working.  That did mean that I could take time to recover and go into the office later the mornings after Arthur and I had been out on one of the little soirées he arranged.  Oh well, you see, the seats are cheaper on weeknights and Arthur and I weren't particularly made of cash.

The art exhibitions Arthur dragged me along to, were a little different.  There, I had to do some work, and actually hunt down my prey.  I can't honestly say we, or rather I, was very successful at those shindigs.

Geeky old Arthur appeared to be able to pick up a bit a spare almost anywhere, at the drop of a hat.  God, the other guys back at the office, especially the office wolves, would never have believed how much of a babe magnet Arthur was on the quiet.

Maybe that was Arthur's secret; perhaps the ladies sensed the utter discretion of the man.  Arthur never did brag about his conquests; even to me.  And I'd seen him heading for the bedroom with some unbelievably tasty looking females on his arm.  Too often, I might add, married females.  But then again, they might have been divorcees; I have no idea how to tell the difference for sure.

Whatever, wandering around those art gallery's, raised my appreciation of one particular form of art, nude studies.  In particular tastefully drawn studies of the female form, naked of course.  

Yeah, all right, most men appreciate the female form anyway.  But I seemed to develop a kind of infatuation of pencil or charcoal sketches of slender female forms.

Nothing too detailed, or what might possibly be described as crude.  Just a few skilfully drawn lines preferably on a plain background, that implied in the viewers mind, the beauty of the subject.

My trouble was, that I could rarely afford to buy any of those pictures to take home with me and admire at my leisure.  I'd soon be very broke, if I got into that game.  I liked far too many of them to chose just one or two to purchase.

Then at an exhibition one evening, after I'd lost track of Arthur when he'd latched onto to a very affluent looking female; whom I do believe was possibly spending her ex-husbands retirement plan.  I found myself totally lost in admiration of one particular sketch.

It was no more than a few gracefully curved lines, but it had captured my imagination.  The price tag however was well over five hundred pounds.  And there was no way in the world that I could justify to myself spending that kind of cash on a piece of paper.

I was still staring at the masterpiece, when a guy approached and placed a sold ticket on it.

I have no idea why I said, "Shit!" out-loud, although I'll admit that it was what I was thinking.  That label meant that I would not be able to return to the gallery at a later date to study the sketch again.

"Beautiful isn't she?  I'm very proud of that one!"  A voice said from behind me.

I turned to see that Elvira -- the artist in question -- had been standing behind me; Arthur had introduced us earlier in the evening.  Elvira was at least sixty, and maybe even older.  Mutton dressed up as lamb, and unless I was very much mistaken, as bent as a nine bob note.  Elvira certainly appreciated the female form.

To be honest Elvira must have been a real looker in her younger days.  "What a wasted life!"  Had been the first thought that had crossed my mind when I had been introduced to her.

"Yes, you really have captured the essence of the sitter in that one, Elvira.  I envy you, your skill in being able to interpret her so well."  I replied, trying my damnedest to use the same kind of arty-farty language that Arthur appeared to be so adept at.

It must be the cultured way Arthur spoke that attracted those females to him.  It certainly wasn't his looks.  But then again, maybe Arthur carried something around in his trousers that most of us other mere mortals haven't got?  You can never tell with geeks, you know.  Well, us guys can't anyway; god alone knows what kind of x-ray vision or radar women have, that can tell the difference between a rolled up sock and human flesh.

"Do you paint yourself?" Elvira asked.

"No, I have to admit that I've never really tried.  Well, I buggered about in the art class at school, but I can't say that I was any good with a paintbrush.  Don't do a bad job with the old roller on the house walls though."  I grinned back at her.  Immediately wishing I hadn't tried to be funny.

Elvira smiled, glanced back at the picture before us and then looked at me again.

"Art classes at school rarely inspire anyone...?"

"Jerry."  I said in answer to Elvira's unasked question.

"Yes Jerry, I'm sorry; you're Arthur's friend, aren't you?  Perhaps, if you tried to draw the right subject, Jerry, one that you found a little inspiring; perhaps then, you might fair a little better."  She suggested glancing back that the nude on the wall again.

Following her eye-line I found myself embarrassed and lost for words.  I think I quite possibly "Um'd" and "Ah'd" a little; I really can't recall now.

Elvira laughed out loud and I quite possibly blushed even more.

"Oh don't be so self-conscious, Jerry.  I can assure you that there is nothing that compares with sketching a beautiful female form, from life.  Look, I tell you what, I run a little life class at the college on Tuesday evenings; why don't you come along and give it a try."

I can't quite recall how the conversation went after that.  Although by its conclusion I found myself signed up for a hundred pounds worth of life drawing classes.  Well verbally anyway.

Jesus no wonder Elvira was such a successful artist; me, agreeing to go to art classes!  The damned woman could sell coals to Newcastle.

Anyway as a result of that conversation, seven-thirty eight the following Tuesday evening found me standing by an easel in one of the classrooms at the local art college.  Feeling very self-conscious of myself.

Draped on a chaise longue before the class, was a somewhat overweight and very naked female.  Who, to put it bluntly, wasn't in the least having the desired effect upon my little grey cells.  Or any other part of my anatomy, come to that.

"I'm sorry Jerry.  Unfortunately the sitter I had booked for this evening is indisposed; apparently she's had an accident of some kind.  I'm quite concerned really; I believe her partner has a bit of a reputation for becoming a little violent on occasions.  One has to wonder whether they've had another confrontation."

"Oh, one of that sort, is he?"

"They are not together anymore, but I think he might have overdid things a while back.  For some people there is a price to pay, for taking too many trips."  Elvira's facial expression confirmed that she was referring to tripping-out on drugs.  "Abigail has never said, but I get the feeling he finished up on the hard stuff or something.  And it could be that sometimes he searches Abigail out when he needs some money to pay for his fix.  I'm sure you know what it's like Jerry; you can't reason with them when they have gone that far down the road."

I had seen the scenario of course.  A little grass, leads on to other mind-bending substances; it was usually LSD back in my day.  Eventually the idiots among us, finish up on heroin or some other hard drug that they can't break the habit of.  Then their whole life dissolves into where the next fix is coming from, and they don't give a fart for any bugger they have to hurt to get it.

I've smoked my share of grass in my younger days, and I've even taken more than a few trips to never-never land on LSD in my time.  Most everyone had back in the sixties.  But I'd kept my eyes open and seen what hard drugs had done to some of my peers.  At a fairly young age, I'd made a conscious decision that that was never going to be a path I'd follow.

The odd thing was that Elvira instinctively appeared to know that I'd lived on the edge of society at one time.  I had been a card-carrying hippie for a few years; Elvira still was a bit of a bohemian.  Perhaps she saw something in my demeanour that most other people don't 

"With any luck, Abigail will be back next week." Elvira was saying,  "She was the model for that sketch of mine you appreciated so much; I'm pretty sure she will manage to inspire your hand."

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The following week a handsome and somewhat arrogant young man had strutted into the studio just after I'd arrived.  He'd promptly divested himself of the dressing gown he had been wearing, even before Elvira had asked him too.

I must admit that he had been blessed with a fine body and some pretty impressive... wedding tackle.  The sight of that tackle promptly brought embarrassed sounding giggles from some of the younger female students.  And, a lot of admiring glances from a couple decidedly effeminate looking guys who were also in the class.

The sitter took up a pose staring at one particular -- very pretty -- young woman.  Who appeared so embarrassed about the fact that she turned a bright shade of pink and couldn't look his way at all.  Shortly after the session began, Elvira stepped in and, with a wink in my direction, got the young lady to exchange easels with one of the guys I mentioned just now.  The sitter was then lumbered, he'd already picked his spot in the room to stare at, and every time his eyes wandered elsewhere, one of the other students would ask him to return to his pose.

I do enjoy watching an arrogant little shit coming unstuck.  So, in a way, it was fun evening from my point of view.  But once again unfortunately, not an artistically inspiring one.

By the time I got home that night, I was really beginning to wonder how I'd let myself be talked into going to those bleeding classes in the first place.

Elvira had apologised to me, that Abigail hadn't been able to show-up again.  But by that time Elvira's raving on about Abigail had begun to get to me as well.  Consequently there was little any chance that I'd cut my losses and throw the course up, until the model had shown at least once.

The third week I was chatting with one of the poofters' when an off-white dressing gown, toped by a tussled looking mop of long jet-black hair entered the classroom.

"Oh goody Abigail is back." My new... er, friend gushed, "Jerry, you've never seen such a gorgeous body, in your whole life!"

I'm not sure what kind of a look I gave the guy.

"Oh come on Jerry, even you have to admit that that boy last week had a beautiful body?  All rippling muscles, in all the right places."

"Yeah well, he was well built."

"Well, Norman and I are allowed to appreciate a beautiful female body when we see one.  Unlike you though, we wouldn't necessarily want to take it to bed with us."  He winked at me, "But, we do know how to appreciate beauty in all its forms when we see it!"

Whilst I had been talking to -- whatever his name was -- Elvira had introduced Abigail to the other new members of the class.  I noticed that Abigail kept her eyes down.  As far as I could make out, she didn't look directly at anyone.  When she eventually did turn my way for a second I was somewhat disappointed that all that long black hair of hers almost completely obscured her face.  But I also had to admit that there was something about the woman that immediately got to me; even if she was completely shrouded by her hair and that dressing gown.

Maybe I should point out here, that I'd been a little self-conscious on my first evening.  Much to Elvira's amusement, I had chosen myself an easel tucked away at the back, in a quiet corner.

The chaise longue had been returned to dais the middle of the studio.  The previous week, the young stud had made do with a chair, that he stood with one foot upon.  Abigail actually sat on the chaise longue with her dressing gown still on, only divesting herself of the garment when Elvira requested that she did.

The thought struck me that Abigail wasn't exactly comfortable in her profession.  There was an undeniable air of vulnerability about the woman, which for some reason told me she was there by force of circumstance, not by choice.

In her first pose, all the sitters did at least two poses during the sessions; Abigail had her back to me, so I still could not get a good look at her face.

Odd that, even though at that time I hadn't seen her face properly.  But it's funny, but the quick glance I had got of it when she was being introduced...  well, it had stirred me somehow.

Hey look, we're talking artistically here.  I'm doing my best to explain what I felt at the time.

Using charcoal I did my best to sketch Abigail's wonderful figure, even if it was from the back.  Well three-quarters from the back, but kind of head on at the same time. i.e. was looking at the back of her head, slightly from above if she had been standing.

"Oh my, I knew that with the right sitter to inspire you and you'd show me that you had talent."  Elvira said over my shoulder, after I'd been sketching away for about five or ten minutes.

I think I actually jumped when Elvira spoke.  To tell you the truth, I'd completely lost track of time, and just about everything else, as I worked on my sketch.  My whole world had become the model Abigail, and the piece of art paper on my easel

I stepped back and sure enough, I'd created a wonderful work of art with my own hand.  Hey, this might be a subjective opinion, but that picture still hangs on my wall at home.  I'm proud to show it off to anyone and everyone, and I've even been offered a good few bob for it, on more than one occasion.

Mind you, my wife will often cringe when that picture comes up as a subject of a discussion.

Before I'd had time to reply to Elvira she had moved on to the next student.  It took me just a second or two to get back into my creative bent.

It seemed no sooner than I had, when Elvira called a halt to proceedings and said we'd take a short break before Abigail took up her second pose.  Abigail herself promptly covered her nakedness with the dressing gown the instant Elvira had spoken.




Good Morning Starshine!



I must admit I was still adding little finishing touches to my sketch from memory during the short break, and taking little notice of what anyone else was doing, or what was happening in the room.

Eventually I was brought back to the present with a jolt when Elvira asked, "Are you ready, Jerry?"

"Yes, sorry!"  I blustered, hurriedly changing the paper on my easel.

Looking at the model Abigail again, I was somewhat surprised to see that the Chaise longue had been turned around on the small dais in the middle of the room.  Actually it's quite possible that the whole damned dais had been rotated whilst I hadn't been watching.

Whatever, I was now viewing Abigail from the front.  And what's more, she'd divested herself of that dressing gown again.  That long dark, no her jet black hair hung down and still covered more than half of what looked to me like an exquisite face.  However maybe because I was so inexplicably aware of Abigail's embarrassment, I didn't ask her to brush the hair aside.

Someone else did however.  And then well... then time kind-a stopped for me.  Abigail moved the hair from her face with a gentle sweep of her hand, not only did my jaw drop almost to the floor, but the piece of charcoal I was holding actually did; where it shattered into a thousand pieces.

I really could not believe what I was seeing.  "It can't be!" A little voice shouted in my head.  Then, very slowly, I lowered my sight line until it fell upon Abigail's left breast.  Sure enough there it was, by then no longer hidden by her hair.  A tattoo in the shape of a five-pointed star, it had the five delicate lines emanating from the spaces between those points.

"Holy mother of god, Starshine!  What the heavens name, are you doing here?"  That voice demanded in my mind somewhere.

At the same instant, I found that I was having trouble breathing.  Well to be honest, possibly I'd had such a shock, that I'd forgotten to breath.  That does happen you know.  I believe that's how some folks have come to die of shock, or fear.

I think I almost keeled over myself, before I got my emotions, under some semblance of control again.  Placing one hand on the easel to help hold myself upright, I struggled to get a grip on my thoughts and emotions.

There was no doubt in my mind that Abigail, wasn't Abigail at all.  She was in fact Ursula... er, shit, well I had never known her surname.  To be honest I'd only discovered that her real name was Ursula by chance.  Back in those days Abigail went by the name of Starshine.

Hold on, not even that is true.  She had been just plain Star, until I paid to have a birthmark she was so conscious of, covered with that tattoo of a shining star.

From that day onwards, she'd become Starshine to me.  You know, like the line in the song from Hair.  Every morning when we woke in the same bed together, I would greet her with the words "Good Morning Starshine!"  And then we'd...  well, I'll leave that to your imagination.

You got to understand what it was like back then, Starshine and I were...  Well, bugger it, we were Hippies and soul mates.  Hey no, not your usual British weekend type hippies, but the real thing.  Well, as close as you could get to being a hippie back then, and still live in the UK.

Along with a crowd of other hippie friends, we lived in commune down in Dorsett.  Actually the place belonged to some titled bloke, who'd been left it by his old man.  Still, he was a believer and hippie at heart; Lord, or whatever he was or not, he kind-a fitted in with the rest of us just fine.  Besides, he owned the gaff.

And, possibly because he was getting laid regularly, he never did ask for any rent from anyone.  I guess he must have laid nearly all the females there at one time or another, even Star.

It was a bit of an odd set-up really, even for a hippie community.  The guy who owned the place kind-a run like it was a religious sect or something.  Thinking about it, he was probably trying to find his way around taxes.  Religious organisations in the UK can register as charities, and then get themselves some tasty tax breaks.

I know you might have trouble understanding this, but we all believed in, and practised, free love back then.  If you fancied a female and she fancied you... well, you just got on with it and did the dead; anytime and almost anywhere you felt like it.  That was it a whole different world to anything that had gone before or has existed since.

Yeah well, that was alright until Starshine -- or Star as she was back then -- and I got together.  Bells rang and sparks flew that first evening we... um yeah.  Anyway instantly we both knew that we were destined to be together.  After that night the two of us kind-a withdrew from the free love bit most of the time.  But if there was a party going on, then sometimes, with each other's nod of approval that is, we'd let loose.  It was the sixties afterall.

Actually with hindsight, that was probably most weekends, when visitors, or part-time hippies turned up, with some decent weed, or maybe something a little stronger.  Even in those days, it was all down to how much cash you had.

Don't go turning your nose up, I told you earlier that it was a different world back then.  Starshine and I were living in a hippie society that believed in free love.  I fear that the world will never be able to see the likes of those times again.

I feel I need to point out here, that convention has drawn an unnatural correlation between sex act and love, or being in-love with another person.  That isn't actually the case in nature.  The sex act releases certain endorphins into the participants systems that gives them pleasure.  Unfortunately, all too often, that happening can be mistaken for love; it isn't, it's just the natural result of two people having sex.

When you are "in love" with someone, just their very presence, and/or touching them, will give you the same feeling of pleasure those endorphins produce.  In consequence, when the two of you do have sex with each other, you get double (or even more) the pleasure for your money, so to speak.

Close observation of people will nearly always tell you whether they are truly in love.  Very often, they will defy convention by touching each other at regular intervals; not in a sexual way, they just have a need to touch when they are close to each other.  They very often hold hands etcetera, when out walking.  They will by choice sit very close and they are always making eye contact with each other.  Actually they are having private little conversations with their eyes.

I can explain no further, if you've never been there then I doubt you will understand.  But take it from me "Sex" and "Love" are not the same thing.  They have been tied together by convention though.  In part -- for those of us who took part -- the hippie era was an experiment in discarding that convention and many others.

Where was I, I've wander off the subject a little.  Oh year, the commune.  Well it will probably sound like a strange place to most people nowadays.  Everyone there was equal.  You entered with no history, who you had been was of no interest to anyone.  It was how you related to the rest of commune family that counted.  Everyone had their one name, no surnames and most didn't even use the given name they'd been born with.  I've got to admit that once you entered our particular community full time, most folk's kind-a became estranged from their birth families.

I think that was possibly a result of the sect mentality the guy who owned the place tried to promote.  Although he did own the place, he didn't really run the community, although possibly because he did own the place, often his wishes were...  I don't know how to put it.  Maybe his wishes acquiesced to by the majority a little more than most of the other members were. 

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Starshine and I had been together for about a year I'd say, when disaster struck the commune.

Some visitor guy, who I vaguely knew, had given me a lift into town early that morning.  For a long time I thought possibly to collect my dole, I just couldn't remember.  For the life of me, I couldn't remember why Starshine hadn't come along with us that day either.

Anyway, we were on the return journey, when Moonbeam ran out into the road and flagged us down.  Climbing into the car she gave us the news that the police had turned up in force to raid the commune.

I suppose I'd better explain that some members of the commune weren't averse to doing a little illicit gardening.  If it had mind-bending properties, and it could be grown in the UK, (or one of the greenhouses in the walled kitchen garden) then some bugger with green fingers was sure to be growing it.

Moonbeam told us, that she'd been in the woods picking mushrooms -- yeah those mushrooms -- when she had spotted the police arriving.  Moonbeam had hidden amongst the trees and watched as everyone in the house had been arrested, and then carted away by the police.  Moonbeam also informed us that more policemen were hanging around place waiting to nab anyone who returned to the house.

"Starshine?" I'd asked.

"She got away, I think.  She went over the back wall, before the police had spotted her.  I don't think they got her, anyway.  They certainly never got Apollo; I saw him riding off on that motorbike he keeps hidden in the woods and I'm sure it was Star on the back of it with him."

Like everyone else in the commune I'd known about Apollo's motorcycle.  Not everyone in the place embraced the ideal, that what belonged to one, belonged to all.  I for instance was very protective of my old, and very much battered, guitar.  No one, except Starshine, whom I was teaching to play, ever dared lay finger upon the hallowed instrument.

Of course Moonbeam had no idea where Star and Apollo had gone.  You know we had never discussed -- or even contemplated -- that the police would raid our commune.  So Starshine and I had never made any plans about what we would do in that eventuality.

Well, the "upper crusts" mansions didn't often get raided back in those days.  Having a handle to your name kind-a raised most of them above the law.  Well that was the way most people saw it back then.

We hadn't taken into account that the establishment was more than a little frightened of the Hippie movement, and it had decided to do its best to crush it, and the lifestyle.

It was pretty obvious that Moonbeam and myself could not return to the commune, or we'd both be arrested as well.  So we abandoned our gear in the house, including my beloved guitar.  The guy drove us to another commune we knew of, about thirty miles away.  I thought that there might be a chance that Star and Apollo could have gone there.

No one at that commune had seen either Star or Apollo, but they able to suggest several other groups that they might have headed for.  The next morning our driver, buggered if I can even remember his commune name now, drove on to the next nearest one.  Then he had to return to life in... well, in the real world I suppose.

I suppose I'd better explain commune names to you.  Well the powers that be had been giving us all a little strife by that time.  Using hippie names, or aliases sort-of made it harder for the police to keep track of us.  Well, the guys who grew all the mind-bending substances that were part of the life style.  The rest of us used them... because we liked them.  And the weirdo guy who owned that particular house was very keen on them.

Moonbeam and I spent the next six months to a year, touring every commune in the south of the country; but no one reported having seen neither hide nor hair of Starshine or Apollo.  It was as if they had dropped off the face of the earth.  Well, hippie earth anyway.  

Of course there was the chance they had changed their names, but I somehow doubted they'd do that.  Apollo and Starshine had done nothing illegal themselves, that I knew of.  Except maybe participating in the odd hallucinogenic happening.  All that they could possibly be arrested for was possession, and only then if they actually had something on them when they were picked up.

My search though went on for a couple of years or so.

I don't know exactly when the fun went out of living the hippie lifestyle, for me.  Maybe I got fed-up with being broke all the time.  It cost Moonbeam and I nearly every penny we could lay our hands on, travelling around the country trying to find Starshine.  Maybe the fun went out of it for Moonbeam first, because it was she who got the job at the caravan site.

It was Moonbeam's job to clean the caravans and prepare them for the next influx of holidaymakers.  The job came with a caravan for Moonbeam to live and... I, kind-a came along with Moonbeam.  Mind you, it wasn't long before I was roped-in and on the payroll.  I was very quickly conned into watching the amusement hall.  Basically 'Lord it' over a lot of little shit school kids, and make sure they behaved themselves.

To be honest the laid-back hippie persona served me very well, most of the kids were frightened stiff of me.  God alone knows what kind of stories their parents had been feeding them.

At the end of that summer, Moonbeam and I moved into a cheap flat together.  You'll gather that Moonbeam and I had become a sort-of couple by then.

Only it was nothing that you might describe as a heavy relationship, more a kind of very small two-person commune.  We were two very close friends who happened to live together and share the same bed.  It didn't strike either Moonbeam or myself as out of the ordinary at the time.  Especially after how we had been living for the previous few years.

During that winter cash became a real bind, so eventually I got myself a proper job.  That job was to lead to us moving back to the city.  Once we had moved, Moonbeam also got herself a permanent job and reverted calling herself by her legal name, Susan Wilson.  Later still Susan reconciled with her family, something I never did get around to doing; well not, for many years anyway.

Susan and I lived together in that flat for nearly three years, and for almost all of that time, her parents were pushing us to get hitched.  That was something we both knew would never happen, because Susan and I didn't feel that way about each other.  We were, what are nowadays sometimes termed, "friends with benefits!"

Eventually though the day came.  The wheel of life always keeps turning.

"Jerry, are you awake?"  Susan asked quietly, after a particularly energetic session in bed one night.

"Knackered, but certainty awake.  I think I need a little more rest before we go again Susan."

"No, it's not that, I was thinking.  You remember John, the new guy in the office I told you about?"

Now sometimes I'm not as dumb as I look.  Taking into consideration exactly where Susan and I were, and what we had just been doing; there could only be one reason that Susan would bring up the subject of the new guy at her office.

"Has he asked you out yet?"

"No, but he's showing all the right signs.  You know he gets all flustered whenever he has to talk to me.  I think he's building up the courage to."

"We'd better move all your gear into the other bedroom a bit sharpish then."

"I love you Jerry, you're so sweet to me."

"And I love you Sue; you're my best friend in the world."

"It's such a damn shame that we just love each other and are not in love with each other, isn't it?  You know I would marry you tomorrow if it weren't for Star, you've been in love with her ever since I've known you."

"Yeah, I guess I am; I wonder if I'll ever find her again.  Anyway, I hope it works out for you with this John geezer, Susan."

"Well if it doesn't, I know who I can rely on to lend me a shoulder to cry on."

"I'll always be here for you Moonbeam, you were there for me.  We'll move your gear first thing."

"No leave it until the weekend, I don't think he's ready to ask me out just yet."

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I never did work out whether Susan's husband, John Phelps, worked out how close a relationship Susan and I had had; or what our living arrangements had been.  An un-related mixed gender couple sharing a flat, was unusual back in those days.  But John appeared happy to accept the fact that we had separate bedrooms with locks on the doors.

What the poor bugger made of it later, when his loving and extremely conservative wife, insisted that their daughter was christened Cynthia, Moonbeam, Starshine, Phelps; I have no idea.  And, I really would love to have been a fly on the wall, when she told him that their son was going to be named Grif, Pogo, Phelps.  

Whatever, Susan obviously won that argument. 

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I suppose I was at a bit of a loose end, once Susan had got married to John.  I'd been out of the dating game for so long...  Hey come on, I hadn't dated a woman since my teenage years.  Once I turned Hippie... well we didn't date actually.  We just had "Happenings" where you got high and kind of circulated, when you got the inclination.  I'd never actually dated Starshine in my life; we kind-a gravitated towards each other until we were one.

Anyway I made a few mistakes. Probably the biggest one was Clair.  I think I told you earlier she was a real looker and we were fantastic in bed together.  But outside the sack we were like chalk and cheese.  Susan saw it from the beginning and tried to warn me.  But I'm afraid my little brain was probably doing most of the thinking by then.  I was missing Moonbeam's company remember.

Odd when you think about it, at that time in my life the longest relationship I'd had was with a woman I had nothing in common with.  And I certainly couldn't have been in love with, well not by the end anyway.  It was ordained, that it was going to fall apart eventually.

I wonder how many other people find themselves in that situation?

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Anyway back to that art studio, where I had suddenly found myself staring at that tattoo on the side of Stashine's... sorry Abigail's -- she was Abigail in that studio -- left breast.

When I looked at Abigail's eyes again, I saw that her gaze was firmly fixed on some point high on the wall.  Having recognised her, I suppose my first thought was, "Why hasn't she recognised me?"

But then I realized that Abigail had not actually looked at me, or any of the other students in that class.  She'd kept her eyes down before she took up her first pose, and had probably locked them on some point on the wall during the session, as she had done during her second.  So she'd probably not even seen that I was there.

And of course, I had changed a lot since my hippie days when we were together.  In the smart business suit I then wore, I bore little or no physical relationship to the guy that Starshine had lived with all those years ago.  Long gone was the shoulder length hair, the long droopy moustache, the ragged jeans and flowered shirts; not forgetting the bandana, bangles and beads, etcetera.

Damn-it, if Abigail had happened to glance my way, then there was very little chance she'd have recognised me, straight off.

Instinct was telling me to forget my sketching and walk over to her.  Stand in front of her until she looked at me and recognised me.  But that was completely out of the question; Abigail as she was calling herself, was already uncomfortable about sitting naked before all of these strangers.  How she would react to my sudden appearance was unpredictable; it could only embarrass her more.

Instead I stood there and stared at her unbelievably beautiful body.  I caressed those wonderful eyes with my eyes, and those immaculate breasts as well.  My gaze lingered long and hard on that tattooed star, with the delicate rays spreading from it.

"Thank you Abigail.  I'm sorry people, times up for this evening.  I'm sure you'll all join me in thanking our lovely Abigail for sitting for us this evening."




Good Morning Starshine!



Elvira's voice broke the spell and panic set in.  "Do I approach Abigail now, or wait until she's changed" I was asking myself.  But before I could come to a decision, Abigail had disappeared into the changing room that lead off the Classroom.  She had made the decision for me.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get to you during the sitting Jerry, how did you get on?  Oh my, I wasn't expecting that!"

Elvira had crept up on me again.

I glanced at Elvira and then at my sketch.  It might sound odd to you, but I really had no idea what I'd drawn.  Only god knows where my mind had been during that sitting.

On the paper was a rough outline of Abigail's left breast, with just a hint of her right one showing behind it.  There was however, plenty of detail in the star that really took centre stage in the sketch.  After studying my efforts for about a minute, Elvira turned and looked me right in the eye.

"I would say Jerry, that you are very familiar with that star.  Either that or your eyesight is remarkably good for a man of your age."

"I have seen it before, yes."  I replied, for want of anything more enlightening to say.

"A long time ago, maybe?"

"I was there where it was done.  I paid for it actually, Elvira."

"Then you must be...  Oh god, no wonder you were captivated by my sketch of her."

"Obviously you are a much better artist than I realized Elvira.  I didn't recognise her in your sketch, well not consciously anyway.  But you had captured her soul, her essence."

Christ alone knows where all the arty-farty chat was coming from.

"Oh no, someone else has her soul Jerry.  Look you'd better get a move on; Abby will be changed and on her way to the office by now to pick up her money for this evening.  She only has a few minutes before they close; that's why she dashes off like she does."

I began to take my sketch down and clear my easel.

"Oh god Jerry, leave that; I'll take care of it for you.  Go find your Star young man, she needs you!"

"You know don't you?" 

"She has been modelling for me for a long time now Jerry.  We've talked about a lot of things during those sittings.  Now get going!"

For some inexplicable reason I kissed Elvira on the forehead, making her blush.  Then headed for the dressing room door.

But the room was empty except for chair, the gown Abigail had used and a long black wig hanging on hooks on the wall.  That wig explained to me one reason why I hadn't realized who she was a lot earlier.

On the far wall was a second door, through which Abigail had obviously exited the room.

There were a few people out in the corridor, but I could see no sign of Abigail.  Rushing to the top of the stairs, I looked down the well and spotted a woman dressed in a headscarf, raincoat and sunglasses.  Descending the bottom flight, three floors bellow.  At that time of night she had to be Abigail, attempting to leave the building incognito.

"Abigail!"  I called down the well.

It might have been wishful thinking on my part, but I was sure I noticed Abigail react slightly to my yell; no more than a little jerk of her head.  But she didn't break her step and had very soon reached ground level.

Taking the stairs two or three at a time, I chased down after her.

As I did so the thought struck me that Abigail probably had good reason not to stop to see who was calling after her.  She's just spent a couple of hours sitting naked in a room with about twenty people she didn't know.  It was very possible that some pervert's libido had got the better of him in the past; do I have to enlarge.  Obvious when you think about it, isn't it?

By the time I'd got down the stairs and out into the quadrangle; Abigail was the other side of it, about to enter the building that housed the office.  Realising that calling Abigail had not done me any good, I changed tack.

"Ursula!" I shouted as loud as I knew how.

This time her step definitely faltered.  But only for a second, then she had disappeared through the door of the main building.

Chasing in someway behind her I found there were many more people milling around in the entrance hall and on the stairs.  But then I spotted her three quarters of the way up the first flight.  Running to the bottom of them, I played my trump card.

"Starshine!"

She took maybe two more steps up and then stopped.  Very, very slowly, as if she was reticent to discover who had called after her, she turned around and looked back down at me.

Our eyes met, and she stared at me for what seemed to me an age.

She wasn't the only person staring at me either, my shout had echoed around the hallowed halls and brought me to everyone's attention. 

"Pogo is that really you?"  She eventually called back.

"Sure is babe!" I replied.  Well, what else could I say?

Whatever, it brought a wide grin to Starshine's face.  Then we both kind-a made a mistake.

I started up the stairs at the double, at the same time as Starshine started down with equal enthusiasm.  If it hadn't been for a couple young lads' very quick reactions, our actual meeting might well have ended tragically.

Look, when someone running down stairs, throws herself into the arms of someone running up stairs... Well I can assure you, that's a recipe for disaster.  It was only the auspices and quick thinking of those two young lads, that stopped the both of us from tumbling all the way back down again.

Besides thanking the two lads for their help, Starshine and my conversation for the next half hour or so was not very scintillating.  Or probably even comprehensible to anyone who overheard it.

It vaguely consisted of short, often half completed sentences, like.  "I've been searching for you forever..." and "I never thought I'd see you again!" or "I thought I'd never find you."  

Generally they added nothing we didn't instinctively know, and told us nothing about what either of us had been doing in the intervening years.

Ursula, because the one thing I did learn was that Starshine had returned to using her given name.  Anyway she appeared to forget about collecting her wages for the evening, and we kind-a wandered out into the quad where we were no longer the centre of attention.

There we found an old stone bench in a dark corner and sort-a found other things to do, rather than talk, for a while.  Later, after we'd kind-a re-familiarised ourselves with each others lips again, we went to a pub and got down to the serious stuff.

I told Ursula about all the hunting for her that Moonbeam and I had done.  How once someone had told us that they caught sight of her at Glastonbury and we'd spent the rest of the time running around like blue arsed fly's checking every damned tent there.  And how I got a punch on the nose for sticking it in the wrong tent at an inopportune moment.

"You didn't marry Moonbeam?" Ursula eventually asked, changing the subject.  "You were obviously together a long time."

"Nope, someone else had that pleasure.  Moonbeam is a very... proud and conservative mother of two now.  She hooked up with a really nice guy in the end, bit of a stuffed shirt though.  Christ, he'd have kittens if he knew what Susan got up to back in the old days."  I replied with a grin.  

Then I added because I really needed to know

"How about you, is there anyone kicking around that I should be worrying about?"

In the back of my mind was what Elvira had said, about a violent possibly habitual drug-taking husband.

"No, I couldn't find anyone to replace Pogo.  Malcolm was keen on us getting hitched at one time, but he was always too unstable for my liking.  I didn't want him to be father to my kids."

"Malcolm?" I repeated.  Ursula had said the name as if she expected me to know who Malcolm was.

"Oh Apollo, his real name is Malcolm.  He still turns up now and again, usually looking for a hand out.  I'm afraid he's an alcoholic now and he's losing it.  He can turn a bit funny sometimes.  You know, violent. I had to call the police the last time; can't have him frightening the children."

"Oh bugger, tough shit.  But then he always was a bit of a prat, over-did things all the time.  Moonbeam told me she saw you get away from the house with him, but what happened?  We looked in all the local communes for you."

It was only as I said that that what Ursula had actually said sank home.  "Can't have him frightening the children!" had been the words she'd used.

"Hold on kiddo, whose children would he be frightening?"

I'm not sure how that sounded to Ursula.  Come to that I'm not sure how the question sounded to me, or what hoops my emotions were suddenly going through.  The question my brain was asking was who had the love of my life hooked up with in the intervening years and was he still a part of Ursula's life.  Although she had said that there was no one.

Ursula sat back in her seat and stared at me.

"Oh my of course you don't know do you?  But then how could you?  But then again I thought you might have figured it out by now.  And well, maybe I suspected that was why you'd never found me and I couldn't find you."

"Ursula, can we return to speaking in sentences that actually mean something."

She looked at me and I suppose realized that I had no idea what she had been talking about.

"Pogo, why did I not go into town with you the morning the police raided the house?"  "Oh, you can't remember can you?"

"Well things got a little fraught that day Ursula.  What with Moonbeam panicking that we were all on the country's most wanted list, and that there was a policeman hiding behind every tree.  She had us dashing around like blue arsed flies for the next week or so.  Mind, we were looking for you and Apollo, honestly."

"And the medicine you were supposed to be getting for my tummy problem?"

"What medicine?  Oh yeah, I remember now; you'd been sick again that morning hadn't you.  That guy drove me to the chemist."

"You just said it Pogo.  I was sick again that morning.  Like I had been the day before and the day before that as well.  You're a little older now, what does the term "morning sickness" bring to mind for you today?"

"My god, you weren't; why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was as young and stupid as you were, and I didn't realize it myself.  Look hygiene in the kitchen wasn't top priority back then remember?  There wasn't many days when someone wasn't either throwing up or had the runs.  Actually I didn't figure it out, my mother did when Malcolm took me home that day.  I was throwing up all over the place and we couldn't figure out what else to do.  Poor Malcolm caught a real earful off my mother; she assumed he was the father, until I put her straight."

"Oh my god you are telling me, I've been a father for what...  nearly ten years and I didn't even know.  What is it a boy or a girl?"

"It is they, Pogo.  Oh shit I've got to remember to call you Jerry.  Anyway we had twins.  One boy, one girl.  They are perfect, except that I'm afraid they both have their father's nose."

Instinctively, my hand must have shot up to my nose.  I'm not sure what I was thinking.

"Handy that, in a way, because I always did love that nose of yours!"  Ursula grinned at me.  "Sorry Jerry, but you were looking so serious; not my Pogo at all!"

"Jesus Ursula, this is serious, you were lumbered looking after my... our offspring all on your own.  I know that I did my best to find you, but I obviously didn't look hard enough.  I'm pretty disappointed with myself."

"Well don't be, you tell me that you did your best to find me and that's good enough for me.  Besides I haven't been on my own, I've had my mums help every step of the way.  And Malcolm was quite good until he went off the rail's."

"I'll bet he was."

"And you can cut that out before you start.  Malcolm and my relationship was strictly platonic, after we left the commune.  He would have liked to have...  Well, look he even offered to marry me.  But once I discovered that I was pregnant, I had to think of the children and their future.  Jerry, I knew that we'd find each other again, one day."

"Sorry, for some inexplicable reason I'm jealous of Ap...  Malcolm.  Probably because he was around when I should have been."

"You can't be as jealous of Malcolm as he was of you, I can assure you.  Now shall we finish these drinks, then go and you can meet our children."

-----

Ursula had been living with her widowed mother, not fifteen minutes from where I'd been living for years.  How we'd never run into each other in the intervening period I'll never be able to understand.  But London is a vast city and has a good few million people living in it.  It is possible not to run into a near neighbour from just a couple of doors away, for years on end.

"About bloody time you showed up!  Those little ones were beginning to think that you were a figment of their mother's imagination.  Call me Grace or mum, don't you dare call me Gran, or you'll wish you hadn't found my daughter again."

That was the greeting that I received from Ursula's mother after I followed her into the house.  I have no idea how Grace instantly knew who I was; Ursula hadn't introduced me.

Ursula insists that it was probably my nose that the children share.  'ere don't go getting the idea I've got a big nose or anything.  Ursula used to say, that it was the kind of nose some folks in Hollywood pay plastic surgeons thousands to have.  And what's more the gene that controls it appears to be pretty strong, it's certainly taking preference in our descendants.

Whatever besides the odd humorous dig, Grace never again chastised me over my long absence from her daughter and grandchildren's lives.

We didn't wake the children that evening, they were in bed asleep by time we arrived at the house.  Ursula and Grace took me upstairs, where we crept into their rooms so I could see them for the first time.  I had a little trouble controlling my emotions, and tried to hide the fact that the sight of them made me weep a little.

"The room at the end is my bedroom and this is yours and Ursula's domain."  Grace said opening the door to the bedroom opposite my daughters.

I've got to admit that Grace kind-a caught me a little off-guard.

Of course I was hoping that Ursula and I were going to pick-up where we left off.  But a bloody lot of water had gone under the bridge since we'd last been together.  But then again when I'd taken her in my arms in the college quad, all those years just seemed to melt away.

When I looked into the room, much to my surprise my old guitar was hung on the wall over the bed-head.  I looked at Ursula in wonderment.  She explained that several times she'd returned to the old commune looking for news of me.  Something I'd never thought to do during my search for her.  Anyway she'd picked up my guitar on her first visit back there.

Later all three of us sat around the kitchen table drinking tea and talking, Ursula never letting go of my hand.  Come to think of it she'd rarely let go of my hand all evening, except when I was driving.  Although then again I was probably hanging onto her hand just as hard as she was hanging onto mine.  

Well to be honest, mostly I was answering Grace's questions.  I think we... I covered just about everything, to Grace's satisfaction.  Mind you, I could understand her inquisition; she really only knew me second-hand from what Ursula had told her.

Things got a little sticky later, when Ursula suddenly announced that it was about time we went to bed.

"We'd better make it an early night Jerry, the children are going to be excited and they'll going to wear you out in the morning.  I think you should get a good rest."

Ursula had taken me a little by surprise again.  I really hadn't thought that far ahead; I hadn't had time to.  Not that I didn't like the idea of diving into bed with Ursula, but well I've voiced my concerns earlier.

"Ah well, I'm afraid I haven't got any pyjama's with me."  Was my idiotic reply.

"Pogo never wore pyjamas, so I can't see any reason that Jerry should need them now."  Ursula grinned at me.  "And besides, you spent a good hour and half staring at my nakedness earlier this evening.  Now it's my turn to get my own back."

"Ah, but you carry your years a damned sight better that I carry mine darling!"

"I think I'll go to bed and leave you two to argue this one out on your own.  Oh how do you like your eggs Jerry?  Give up my boy there's only one bed you're going to sleep in tonight and you know it as well as I do."

Very shortly after Grace went up the stairs, Ursula and I followed.  I awoke quite early the next morning fully convinced that I would have to do something about our creaky bed, very quickly!  It wasn't long before I discovered that I wasn't the only person in the house who'd come to the same conclusion.

"Good morning Starshine.  You know, I've missed being able to say that to you?" I said, kissing Ursula on the lips

"Do you remember what happens next?"  She grinned back up at me.

Quite a few creaks later, I staggered into the en-suit bathroom, where I took a shower and cursed myself for not having the foresight to carry an emergency travel bag in the car.  Look, I was going to be meeting my children for the first time and I looked like bloody tramp.

But then there was a gentle tap on the door and it opened just a little.  Then Grace's arm appeared holding an electric razor travelling case.

"It's old, but it should still work.  I'd only bought it for him it a few weeks before he died; when he couldn't manage to wet shave himself anymore."

It was obvious Grace was handing me her husband's razor.  I thanked her and proceeded to try turning myself back into someone who looked a little civilised.  That didn't quite come off though, because when I exited the bathroom -- still only wrapped in a towel – I found that the bed by then had three occupants.  Well Ursula was in the bed, the children were on top of duvet one either side of her.

Ursula sat there grinning; the two children eyed me with a little suspicion in their expressions.  There-followed, the ubiquitous pregnant pause.

"What happened to your moustache?" my daughter eventually asked me, breaking the silence.

"Your hair's very short as well."  My son commented, probably not wanting to be out-done by his sister.

"Hi kids, this isn't quite the way I expected to meet you."  Was the best I could come up with under the circumstances.

"We couldn't wait any longer, we knew you had to be here when we heard the..."  My daughter suddenly decided she might be saying the wrong thing and stopped mid sentence. 

A look of horror came over Ursula's face and a big smile came over mine.

You know they say that one thing you can always be sure of, is that the truth will out from the mouths of innocent children.  My daughter's comment about me having to be there because she'd heard the bed creaking, assured me that no other had trespassed where I had that night.  Well not for a very long time anyway.

Suddenly my son jumped to his feet, took down my old guitar and held it out to me.

"Play something!" he demanded, quite sternly.

"God son, it's years since I've picked out a tune on that old thing, and I weren't too clever with it anyway."  

"Please?" My daughter insisted.

Ursula just sat there grinning.

After a lot of tuning I gave them a short rendition of "Where have all the flowers gone."  Or rather, croaked as I picked it out; Ursula joined in and sang along.

"Okay fine, I believe that you are my father.  But why did you have all your hair cut off?"  My son asked after I'd stopped playing.

"They've only seen pictures of you from the house."  Ursula informed me.

I can only assume that Ursula picked those up at the same time she recovered my guitar.  I... we hadn't had a chance to grab anything the day of the raid.  I also became conscious that Ursula had not called it a commune; she'd referred to it as "the house."  I figured she was thinking ahead and did not wish our children to try the same experiments that we had.




Good Morning Starshine!



-----

I don't really think there is much more to say.  I moved in with Ursula... well that day really, and we quietly got married a couple of weeks later.  I can't even say there were any hiccups, that I can remember either.  Well nothing serious that was worth writing home about anyway.

The children very soon started to behave as if I'd always been there.  Although they did try to play Ursula and I off against one another after a little while when the novelty of having a father around had worn off.  But we headed that one off at the pass because they had trouble catching either of us alone.  Ursula and I do just about everything possible together and some things that aren't; but we do try.

There was a bit of gossip and I got a few strange looks from people in the office for a while; when they were trying to work out where my loving wife and two children suddenly sprang from.  I think Arthur put pay to them in the end, but I have no idea how.

We've been together again for over thirty years now.  Life has been good to us, my company prospered and I did well out of it.  I'd bought a few shares on the quiet when I first joined the firm.

The twins grew into two young people we could be proud of.  James went to university where he studied geology amongst other things.  He now spends his time travelling all over the world for the oil industry.  James is kind-of involved with a Canadian geologist, she's a nice girl, well woman now.  They gave us our first grandchild.  Ursula reckons that they will get married, one day.  Strange that, some of the conventions we were rebelling against back in the sixties, appear to be falling by the wayside without a fanfare nowadays.

Ottilie, well she's the arty one.  Elvira took her under her wing as soon as she showed any real interest in painting.  She turned all-bohemian on us during her teenage years.  Ursula worried, I laughed it off.

Whatever, before she passed away, Elvira had made sure that our Ottilie had been noticed by all the right people in the art world.  Her paintings command a respectable price in the galleries nowadays.

Ottilie eventually married Susan's eldest boy.  Grif is a born sculptor, so they seemed to gravitate towards each other right from when they first met.  I think Grif got his talent from his mother; Moonbeam always was playing around with bits of clay and the like, in the old days.  Grif's not as well known as Ottilie, but he does all right for himself on the quiet.

Yeah well, as I said, in the long term I did all right for myself financially.  Eventually we heard that this place was up for sale, so we bought it.  It had been abandoned for years and needed a hell of a lot work done on it.  The old coach house we had converted into a home for Ottilie, Grif and their brood.  They had been looking to get out of the city for years anyway.

The barn where we had partied so many times all those years ago, became a studio and gallery for the pair of them to work in.  I think all of their children have an artistic bent as well; they spend a lot of time in the studio with their parents.  That's when they are not in the big house with Ursula and me.

I find it surprising that so many folks, even some of the so-called art connoisseurs, don't quite get the sign Ottilie has had made for the gallery.  Oh they spot the name alright "Starshine Gallery", and they of course they see the picture of the star itself, with its five little rays emanating from between those points.

What they don't seem to see is that the star is inside a very faint outline of a woman's breast.  Ottilie actually copied it from that sketch of mine, it's her private joke at her mother's expense I think.  But I kind of find it quite flattering that she chose to copy, one of my only two good works of art.

Oh shit, look I'd better get going.  I've got some... plants that need attending to in the greenhouse.  Now that I've retired, I spend a lot of my time gardening.

Sorry?  No of-course they're not, when we bought the place they were growing wild here in the walled garden.  I thought they looked a little different so I've nurtured them along little.

It's illegal to grow that kind of thing you know!

Life goes on.



Good Morning Sunshine



The sunlight filters through the curtains as I stretch and open one eye. Groaning at the unwanted intrusion, I sit up and rub my eyes, casting a glance at you lying next to me...still sleeping—looking so peaceful and boyish. Faintly I smile, remembering the passion of the night before, knowing how deep our desire pulled us...together...spiraling... toward a climax we could only know with each other.

Slipping from the bed, taking care not to wake you, I softly pad out of the room and downstairs. I start a pot of coffee and walk out to the patio. It's such a lovely sunny spring day. I inhale the aroma of freshly mowed grass and feel wonderfully content. 

Suddenly I feel your arms come around my waist and it makes me a moment of thought to make me smile. You turn me around as gaze deep into my eyes, the black clouds of last night's passion replaced by the twinkling eyes I love so much.

We stand there together, your arms holding me close, resting underneath my breasts...your head resting atop mine...just watching the sunrise together. Slowly you turn me around to face you...caressing my face with your palms...trailing your fingertips over my lips to part them slightly. Leaning into me, you slide the tip of your tongue across my lips...nibbling lightly...smiling...easing your tongue inside to touch mine. 

Slowly and gently twisting your tongue with mine...moaning softly as you pull me close, pressing your body up against me, your arms circling my waist...moving up my back and then down again to cup my buttocks.

You break the kiss, tenderly picking me up in your arms and carry me back upstairs. 

After you set me gently onto the bed, you untie my robe...parting it and slowly pulling it from my shoulders. Your head dips to press soft kisses along my creamy shoulders, my long neck, and down the valley between my breasts. Arching my back and moaning softly, I wind my fingers into your hair...pulling you toward my nipples, now straining for your touch. 

You cup my breast, squeezing it gently before lowering your lips to my nipple. Taking it between your teeth...nibbling...slowly teasing...erotically sending sensations through my body. The heat begins to soar between my legs and becomes so intense my juices rapidly flow. 

You notice my eyes closed, my face flushed with pleasure, and you whisper to me, "Open your eyes and watch me." 

I do as I'm told, locking my gaze with yours as you bend to my straining nipple again...it drives me wild...my fingers passionately coursing through your hair, my body arching toward you. 

Very slowly, you let your fingertips travel downward, over my torso down to my navel...following with little kisses...gliding your tongue along my skin...dipping your tongue into my navel, swirling it around...your hands sliding across my waist and hips.  

My body shudders as your lips follow your hands. Your tongue is wet on my hot skin...moving toward the source of my heat. Gently you part my labia lips, sliding a finger between them...teasing me...taunting me. You know the effect you're having on me...knowing how much I love you. You graze your thumb over my swollen nub of my clitoris, stroking it and making it harder, making it throb with lusty desire. 

I rock my hips toward you as you slide that finger into my wetness, probing deeper until it is all the way inside me. My body quivers and shakes as you bring me to climax, my juices flooding your finger.

You whisper lovingly..."Yes, baby...cum for me." You know I am spiraling out of control, you bend down and touch the tip of your tongue lightly to my swollen clit...causing me to jump and squeal with delight. 

A smile appears on your face as you work your finger slowly in and out of my hot wet pussy. Then you probe my anal sphincter...gently...before just barely sliding it in. I purr from low in my throat now as I ride your finger to another earth shattering climax. 

Pulling your finger from my anus, you lower your mouth to my dripping wet pussy...licking slowly along my slit...capturing all of the sweetness I have made for you. When you've cleaned me thoroughly, you slide up my body and lower your lips to mine, dropping some of my juices into my mouth...letting me taste what you do to me. How hot you make me feel. 

My body is alive with passion as I rock against you, feeling your hardness against my pubic mound now...probing the opening ever so gently. You position yourself over me, my knees at your shoulders...slowly sliding the tip of your shaft along my slit...teasing...causing my juices to pour forth again...flooding around your cock and balls. 

You groan and slide your cock deep inside me, one long, smooth thrust. Then, holding still for a moment, relishing the sensations of pleasure coursing through our bodies. You begin to move slowly now ...gently...sliding in and out so easily...watching me as I meet your every thrust. Slipping your hands under my ass, you pull my pussy closer. You are moving faster now. Every moan you hear form me only intensifies your desire for me. 

Soon you are slamming your cock into me with wild abandon...as if you can never get enough...groaning as my pussy tightens around your cock, gripping you, not letting you go. My hands grip the headboard on the bed. Moaning louder now...my breasts bounce to their fullest length as you pound into my pussy as if your life depends on it. 

I scream out your name as my pussy tightens around your cock like a glove, feeling the rush of juices over you, holding your cock still now...letting me ride my climax to its fullest extent.

As I spiral back to earth, I can feel your cock throbbing inside me...knowing you are about to cum, I want to do something totally erotic and send your orgasm to a greater height. I wrap my legs around your hips, locking them at the ankles. I pull you close to me and kiss you passionately, lovingly, and then whisper into your ear that I want to taste you. 

You slowly withdraw your cock from my pussy and move your body around so I can slip it into my mouth. Sucking the head of your cock, I tickle the underside of your balls with my fingertips...I know it drives you wild. I want your climax to be as intense for you as mine was. You begin to thrust wildly into my mouth. Faster and faster...deeper... harder...watching intently as your cock disappears between my full pink lips. It strains against the back of my throat, and fight back the sensation to cough or gag.

With a loud groan and one deep thrust, your cum fills my mouth...sliding down my throat. There is so much of it that some trickles out and over my lips. I hold you deep in my mouth until the last of your cum has emptied. Giving you one last loving lick, I take your cock out of my mouth and seductively lick the escaped cum from my lips. 

Grinning at you, I rise up into your arms and kiss you again with passion, sharing with you the flavors you have left on my tongue. You wind your arms around me, my head against your chest, listening to our hearts beat, gradually slowing. I sigh in contentment and close my eyes. 

We lie there for a long while until the both of us drift off into a satisfied sleep.



Good Morning, Sunshine



I'm lying in bed, on my right side, where I drifted to sleep the night before, curved back against the shape of your body after we exhausted each other fulfilling our desires. The sun burns a faint light through the window as it begins to rise, trying to pull me out of my dreams to begin the day. I ignore it and nestle in closer to you, caught in that blissful state between sleep and full-consciousness; sweet, beautiful dreaminess. As I drift, floating in a bubble of pleasant memories and delightful dreams, a new sensation enters into my subconscious. I smile as I realize that the electric thrill that I feel on my arm is your fingertips, butterfly light, slowly gliding over my arm. 

I sigh, and you let your fingers travel up my shoulder and down my shoulder blades. Your fingers dance along down my back, waves of pleasure, of relaxation, trail behind your sensitive touch. You continue to trace designs up and down my back, letting the fire begin to build into a slow burn under my skin. I am now completely awake, no longer in a blissful dream world, but in a blissful reality. Your hand slides down my spine, your fingers lingering at the base, caressing, and I let out a low, soft moan.

Taking that as your signal, you slide your hand up my hip and along my side. Reaching around to my tummy you give it a light circling caress and then once more, dipping into my bellybutton, before you move your hand up to my breasts. Spiraling around the fullness you lift them, sliding up to my nipples. You tease them, letting them harden beneath your nimble fingers. I feel your gentle tweak, just enough to make me take in a quick breath, and then let your hand wrap around and squeeze my breast. Spending time on each one, your hand massaging, switching from one to the other. I feel your breath as your free hand moves my hair out of the way from my neck. You nuzzle in, your lips warm and tender. You nibble and kiss down at my ear, breathing your warm, moist breath into my ear, sending ripples down my spine. 

My breathing quickens slightly as your hand leaves my breasts, sliding down to my stomach till I feel your hand trace along my hip and down to my thigh. Pressing back I feel your desire hard and throbbing on my skin as you caress my smooth thigh and my arousal lifts to a new awareness. I let out a soft moan of contentment as you run your hand across my bum and down the back of my thigh. Lingering on my thigh, your fingers trace patterns across my welcoming flesh. As I revel in the pleasure of your touch, you surprise me yet again by tickling the back of my knees and nuzzling deeper. I feel your smile on my neck as I let out a moan and try to work my bottom closer to you, closer to your throbbing core.

You bring your hand around and slide between my thighs slipping in easily as you lift my leg by just an inch, knowing that I'm not going to resist you. Your fingers tease my sensitive thighs, and I shiver as you inch them up higher, nearing my pussy, but not quite touching it. I know that you're aware of how much I want you right now, my lust. The quickening of my breathing, the intensifying of my moans, the shivers already passing through me have betrayed me. 

Finally, your fingers almost brush my wet womanhood and I spread my legs in invitation. But you have other plans. Your fingers slide back to my thighs and then, lightly, tickle through the curls between them. Not touching my pussy, letting the light sensation, the anticipation, tease me. 

Your fingers twist through the curly tendrils of my hair, finally brushing ever-so-lightly against the outside of my pussy. My moans become louder, more desperate as my desire for satisfaction fights with my desire to let your control continue. As much as I want you, I know that you are drawing out the experience to build my excitement, that if I let your control continue, I will be rewarded. 

I let out another moan; you recognize the pleading sound to it as you keep your hands light on my pussy and my thighs. I can feel the wetness building, and I want you now. My mind I damns you for being so good, teasing my body till the only focus I have is my need for your touch to trigger my release.

I hold my breath, waiting, hoping that you'll finally let your fingers find their way inside me as your hand glides higher. Instead, you press your palm against the outside of my pussy, pressing and sliding up and down. I want to beg, to plead, but I only moan, and then, like rain on the desert, I feel the relief of your fingers slipping into my wet warmth, caressing me. 

Your fingers tease, gliding up and down, running over my dripping pussy, across my throbbing clit. I gasp in pleasure. I throw my head back, let my hips begin to rock in time with your fingers. My hips lift as your fingers slide inside of me, curling back, finding my sensitive g-spot, causing me to gasp and shudder. 

Up and down my hips writhe, your fingers curving inside of me, your palm flat as it glides over my welcoming clit on the out-stroke. My body is an instrument, and you play it with the deft skill of a master. Shudders wrack my body, setting my breasts trembling, as the scent of my musk, my nectar fills the air.

I raise my arm above me, to stretch and grab the headboard. With wicked intention you lean into me. I cry out in surprise as you kiss my armpit. I look up to see the sly grin on your face. 

The look in your eyes is a wicked mix of lust and power. I tremble at your ability to make me gasp and moan. I return the smile as hunger flashes in my eyes and my arm snakes around your neck to draw your lips to mine. Our mouths are hot, tongues seeking, tasting each other. 

You press against me in need, and I feel you hard, throbbing, ready to take me. I feel empty as your fingers slip from me and I whimper, not wanting you to stop. Breaking our kiss, you move away from me, rolling me onto my back as you sit up. 

I don't know how long you were awake before me, but by the look in your eyes, I'm sure it's the first time you've taken me all in this morning. I watch your roving eyes taking in every inch of my body slowly. My pussy gushes as I see the desire smoldering in your eyes, blazing into lust as your eyes linger at my breasts, my pussy, my thighs slick with my juices. 

Your eyes lift back to my face and I lick my lips and give you a wicked smile. You return my smile and what seems almost instantly, you are on top of me, between my legs, your lips on mine, hungry, intense, devouring. 

My arms reach around you, clutching at your back. You press against my stomach, letting me feel how hard you are and just how much you want me. I reach down and take your cock into my hand. I squeeze and stroke you, once, twice, as you let out a growl. I slide my hand down your shaft once, twice, three times more, and you moan. I want you to cum inside me, and I know you want the same. I release your cock and pull my knees back, opening myself further for you. 

Our cries of pleasure echo in harmony as your cock slides inside my hot, wet pussy. Every inch of you sliding in sends ripples of pleasure shooting through my body. The power of the single stroke that takes me drives the breath from my quivering body.

I gasp as you begin sliding your glorious cock in and out of my pussy. Long and deep thrusts draw out the pleasure for both of us as my pussy tightens around your cock. We both get lost in sensation, your hard, ridged cock against my soft, smooth pussy, back and forth, in and out. The only sounds are our moans and cries, too intense for words. 

It doesn't take long for my body to respond to your cock inside of me, the weight of your body on top of me, the smell of you all around me. I feel my pussy tighten, contracting, waves of pleasure and of release shuddering through me. I scream, my body rocking, completely out of control as I cum hard. 

My eyes open to see you watching me, emotions playing on your face. The thrill from seeing my pleasure, my cumming intense, mixed with your pleasure as my pussy continues to pulse around your cock, as if trying to milk your orgasm out of you. 

Soon I see your face take on that look of almost pain that belies the release and the pleasure taking hold of you as you cum. Another orgasm rocks me and I wrap my legs around your waist to pull you in harder, tighter. I feel your body convulsing in my embrace as your release consumes you, holding deep in my body as your pleasure matches mine. Sweat dripping from you as you grunt with the power of our union, our mating.

Then you lean onto one elbow and kiss me deeply, leaving me empty as you slip from my still pulsing pussy. I roll onto my side to lay my head on your shoulder as you hold me tightly against you. I let my leg slide and intertwine with yours as I feel your seed spilling from my depths. 

Looking up at your blissful smile I lock eyes with you and whisper, "Good morning to you too."

I know you are mine when you kiss my forehead and murmur, "Now, what's for breakfast?"



Good Morning Sunshine



My wife and I had gone to see the In laws and ended up staying a week and a half longer than I had intended. Not that it was bad, in fact the last week was most enjoyable. They live right on a large lake and have 32 windows on the East side facing the early morning sunshine, half of them on the bottom floor where we slept. 

Something I am not used to since our house is in the city and the windows are covered. Waking up at 5:30 or so to the sun shining in the windows in the living room where my wife and I slept was not so fun the first few days.

I had tried to get my wife to have sex since I was getting hornier by the day and she refused, afraid her parents would hear us. Well becoming more and more frustrated from the lack of sex, this particular morning I woke with a raging hard on. 

I reached into my shorts and felt it and it felt so good touching it I just kept on rubbing it. I had heard a noise upstairs but thought nothing of it since the stairs squeaked I would hear if someone came down them. Or so I thought! 

I was laying on the hide a bed playing with myself when I happened to look up and saw a reflection in the televisions screen. It was my Mother in Law, standing quietly on the bottom of the stairs. 

It was a clear line of sight from her eyes to my hand on my cock. And her eyes were on it, I figured if she did not want to see it she would have either made a noise to let me know she was there or she would have continued on into the kitchen. She did neither, her eyes glued to my hand as I slowly jacked off, not wanting to wake my wife since she was sleeping beside me.

Let me tell you something about my Mother in Law, She is not stuffy but nor is she that outgoing. A short but rather large woman with small breasts and a very large ass, shaped like a pear if you ask me. But they accepted me into their lives when I married their daughter. 

I love them and they love me, I could not ask for better In laws if I could. My Mother was 64 at the time and as far as I knew they had no sex life, not that I inquired but my Father in-law and I had a talk once and he said. "When you get my age you don't think so much about sex." To which I replied,"Yes Sir, But I am not your age!" And I smiled at him.

Anyway back to my story. I lay there watching her as she watched me, and I thought to myself I may as well continue since I am already busted, and if she has a problem with it then she will tell me soon enough. The large screen TV gave me a perfect view of her and much clearer than I would have ever thought. 

Her eyes never leaving my hand as I moved it slowly up and down the shaft. I was actually getting excited knowing she stood there watching me, wondering what was going on in her mind. Was this exciting her? Was she disgusted? No, I do not think she was, or she would have made herself known to me, not stood there on the stairs watching.

Now don't think I am hung like some porno star because I am not, I would say I am average at best being 6"s and not really that thick. But it does get hard as a rock, even at 45. The longer she watched the more excited I became and my hand moved a bit faster, yet still not so fast that I would move the bed and wake my wife. 

I looked at my Mother and saw her hand go to her breast and she gave it a slight squeeze, her eyelids drooping a bit as she did. So she Was getting hot watching me. I grinned to myself and took my hand off my cock and tickled my balls so she could see the entire 6"s of it. I saw her lick her lips slowly and then her hand dropped to her crotch and slid inside her robe.

I had her now I thought to myself, and I resumed jacking off for her now, not for me! I saw her hand moving under her robe as she touched herself now too. I never stopped to think how strange this was, her watching me and me watching her as we touched ourselves since I was getting closer and closer to cumming.

I wished I could see her naked now, if she is anything like her daughter she has a very hairy bush and I do love a hairy pussy. I am pretty sure she does and even if she doesn't it takes nothing from the fantasy now happening in my mind.

Luckily I saw a box of Kleenex next to me on the end table, not wanting to stain the sheets. I was so close now as I looked at her face, our eyes met. The look was priceless as the shock showed on her face, yet neither one of us stopped touching our self. At that moment I came, I am not a huge cummer, but I shot a load this time I was proud of! 

I felt it as it hit my chest and belly. The look in her eyes was one of pure lust and I saw her hand moving faster under her robe, I saw her legs wobble as she came and grinned at her. She blushed and went down the last two steps and went to the kitchen to get coffee started.

I cleaned myself up, looked at my wife and grinned, if she only knew I laughed inside as I reached over and grabbed my pants. Not putting on my shirt I walked into the kitchen and said, " Good morning!" Her eyes hit the floor as she said, "Good morning, did you sleep well?" "Well yes I did thank you, that is until the sun woke me up shining in my face." I grinned.

"Coffee and breakfast be ready soon?" I asked. She finally met my eyes and said, "Yes, in a few minutes." "Great." I replied, "I seem to be extra hungry this morning for some reason." 

I grinned inside knowing she knew exactly why I would be. I saw a blush rise to her face as she once again looked towards the floor. It made me wonder if she just may be a submissive type the way she averted her eyes, or was she just embarrassed knowing she also had been caught watching.

I sat on the stool and she continued to gather the things she needed to make breakfast and although i had never had any sexual inclinations towards her, I suddenly saw her in another way. And yes, it was a sexual way. I was enjoying the way she bent over to grab a pan from under the cabinets seeing her robe tighten up around her big ass. 

As she turned towards me she bent over again to get another pan for biscuits and I looked down the front of her robe and nightgown she was wearing and saw her small flat tits. I was getting a boner thinking these nasty thoughts about what I would do to her given half a chance.

As she rose upright I saw her eyes go to my crotch and stop as she saw my half erect cock making a bulge. She got flushed again and quickly turned away. "What's wrong?" I asked her, "You aren't getting shy now are you? I know you saw me jacking off and I know you enjoyed it or you would have left."

"I'm sorry." She replied to me, " I did not mean to watch and we should not mention this again." "Oh, but I want to mention it again Mom! In fact I enjoyed you watching me as much as you seemed to enjoy watching me as I played with my cock." 

I have called my In laws Mom and pop since we got married so it was natural for me to say that. She turned red again and her eyes dropped to the floor once more. "I cannot say that I enjoyed watching that." She told me curtly. "Yeah, I call Bullshit on that one Mom. If you had not liked it you wouldn't have played with your boobs and then your pussy." 

Now I know she was shocked since as far as I knew she did not talk like that, but I figured, in for a penny, in for a pound. And besides what was she going to day to anyone? I watched him jack off then he came in and said boobs and pussy to me? I think not.

Actually it was quite fun having her over a barrel and watching as she squirmed trying to think of something to say to get her out of this mess. I decided to just let it go and did not speak anything more of it and we went on about our day.

We all had a good day as we swam some, ate some then had a nice BBQ for supper. We all watched a movie then called it a night. As I lay there trying to wind down from the day, my mind went back to Mom watching me jacking off and I got a boner. I rolled over and snuggled up to my wife, which is not slacking in the hot body department.

"I'm horny honey." I whispered in her ear. "No. we can't. I've told you before, not until we go home. I am Not fucking you until we leave here." "Then suck it for me, I won't make any noise!" "No, what if they came downstairs or one of the kids came in here?I am not going to so forget it."

What a fucking bitch I thought to myself as she rolled over and quickly fell asleep. I was asleep soon after and had a strange dream where my wife and her mom sat and watched me jacking off. 

I awoke right before I was going to cum in my dream to find the sun shining in my face once again. And since I had a hard on, why waste it I thought. So I once again started jerking on it. I wondered if Mom would come down and see me and if she did would she keep going or watch like yesterday.

I did not have long to wait as I heard the floor creaking above me as she rose from bed. Pop liked to lay in bed and watch TV since he was retired and had nothing else to do. I lowered the covers off me and played with myself and watched for her reflection in the TV again.

I did not have to wait long as she turned the corner on the stairs and stopped dead in her tracks. This time I looked in her eyes and she looked into mine as I jerked off. She did not leave as I half expected her to. In fact this time she actually had on a much nicer robe, one silky instead of the old Grandma robe she wore yesterday. This one was not tied to the top so I could see a bit of her small chest, at least somewhat of the valley between her tits.

Hmm, I thought to myself, I think she was expecting this today and wanted to show it by wearing something a bit more sexy. In any case I kept on jacking off and sure enough in a few minutes her hand went to her breast and she began to rub her nipple. This in turn got me more horny, wondering if she had dark thick nipples like my wife. 

Well I never expected to see my Mothers tits unless it was by total accident, but she slowly opened her robe a bit and I saw her finger on her nipple. And it was dark and thick like my wife's, though it was smaller and lay pretty much flat it was still very exciting to see. 

She gave a slight smile then closed her robe and went to the kitchen. I said "Fuck this." To myself and I got dressed and followed her. She did not hear me and as I turned the corner I saw her with her hand inside her panties and she was rubbing her pussy hard and fast. 

I could see her hairs as they were sticking out the sides of her panties and could tell her finger was deep inside her. Her eyes closed I let her get to where it appeared she was going to cum and from what I saw she was going to cum Hard.

"Morning!" I said with an evil grin on my face. She Jerked her hand from beneath and flushed red. "Busted Mom." And I gave her a huge grin. "Don't stop on my account, in fact I was really getting turned on seeing that." Her face was white as a ghost, her eyes went to the floor, "Oh my word, I'm so ashamed." 

I walked over to her and gave her a hug. "Nothing to be ashamed about Mom." And I took her hand, the one she had been playing with her hairy pussy with, brought it to my mouth and sucked her juices off her fingers. She was shocked as I sucked all of her essence off.

"We all have needs, and better yet, our fantasies. Tell me Mom, what are your fantasies?" I was looking in her eyes as I said that. Her eyes fell to the floor and her face so red. "I could never do that, I should not even have such thoughts in my head. I am too old for such nonsense."

"One is never to old to enjoy oneself are they?" I asked. "If so, I sure do not want to get that old." That brought a smile to her face. "You Have to stop doing that when you know I am going to be downstairs shortly. I cannot Not look as you touch it." She told me in a small voice, quiet so not to disturb anyone that could be awake. 

"Well Mom, If I got some more I wouldn't Have to jack off. But Sissy (My wife's name) Is not giving me any and refuses to have sex here because she is afraid we will get caught. Now what if she knew you wanted to watch?" 

I laughed as I could see her mind turning with those wicked thoughts of seeing me fucking her daughter. She blushed at me knowing what she was thinking and I decided right then to do something I would never had attempted before. 

I reached down to my shorts and dropped them, wearing no underwear my cock was exposed to her, hard as a rock from me thinking the exact same thing she had been.

"Isn't it a shame to waste such a nice hard on?" I asked her. Her eyes never leaving my cock she said, "Yes, it really is." "Go on then, touch it Mom. Jack me off!" "Goodness no." She said in a louder voice than she should have. "Put it up, I could never do that to you. 

"Your my daughters husband and besides, I have only been with one man in my life." "You like to see it thought don't you. I know your wondering what it would be like to feel it. I bet you even wonder what it would be to feel it inside your mouth and pussy don't you!" 

"No, of course not, now please put it in your shorts before someone comes in. Please!" She begged. "I am afraid I can't do that Mom, I am so horny I am about to burst. I need to cum and I need to cum soon." 

"If you won't do it then I will." And I started to jack off in front of here sitting on a kitchen stool. She never averted her eyes as my hand slide slowly up and down the hard shaft. She licked her lips and she began to squirm about, her legs trying to rub against each other and yet not be seen doing it. 

"You like watching me jack off don't you! Does it make your pussy wet watching? Go on, play with your pussy for me Mom, I want to see you do that for me." My mind was racing wondering if she actually would or not. "No' I can't." she said to me. 

Thinking to how she has always put her eyes down when she was nervous I thought I would see if she was indeed submissive or not. 

"I Told you to play with your pussy, now do it and do it now woman!" I have never talked to her in such a way and was thinking she may just walk up and slap the shit out of me for doing so. Instead her hand slowly dropped to her crotch and I watched as her hand slipped inside her panties.

Man, you talk about excited, here I was jacking off in front of my Mother, her watching and then her actually following my instructions to her and playing with her hairy pussy for me. So she Is submissive, I never would have thought so by the way she treated my Father in-law. 

I was not wasting time thinking about how they treated each other as I continued to jack off slowly her hand rubbing her pussy furiously trying to cum as I watched her. Damn this was fucking hot, I knew if I kept up this pace I would not last long. 

She was standing about 3 feet from me so I reached over and pulled her closer to me by her wrist. "Comon' Mom, jack me off, I need it so bad." "I just can't, please don't make me." 

Hmmm, so she is wanting me to make her so she can claim innocence later if she needed to. I took her free hand and put it on my hard cock, I felt her pull back but not so hard as to rip her wrist free. 

Her hand slowly wrapped around my cock and held it there for a minute before beginning to move it slowly up and down the shaft. "Mmmmmm, that feels so good Mom, you like that don't you. You like to feel my hard cock in your hand don't you."

She never said anything but she continued to jack me off, her eyes glued to my cock in her warm, soft hand. She never slowed down playing with her pussy either as she jacked me off. "Get closer to me,I want to feel your pussy." She moved closed still not answering as she did. 

I moved her hand and replaced it with mine in her panties, Man this woman is hairy I thought as I found my way through the bush and into her wet slit. I slid mu finger inside her and heard the intake of her breath. Her eyes closed as I inserted my finger deeper inside her, she moaned when I had my finger halfway in. 

I thought her knees would buckle when I started to finger fuck her, the precum running out of my hard cock like a faucet now. I felt her tremble and then she gasped as she came. 

Never have I had a woman cum so fast with me in my life, in less than 3 minutes from the time she grabbed my cock she had cum. "Suck it, suck my cock for me!" She looked at me, fear showing in her face. "No, I have never done that, I couldn't!" 

Not one for taking No for an answer this morning, I instead just grabbed the back of her head and slowly pulled her face towards my dick. Her hand never stopped jacking me as her face came closer and closer until I felt her breath on it. 

"Suck it!" I whispered. "You know you want to feel it in your mouth, now Suck it." 

I was shocked as I felt her hot mouth surround my cock. Here we were, me sitting on a stool in her kitchen, having just made her cum finger fucking her and her sucking my cock. 

I was in Heaven as I started pumping my hips towards her face, she said she had never sucked a cock before, but let me tell you, she took to it like a natural.

"Jack me off in your mouth while you suck me Mom, jack it in time with your mouth. She took instructions well too as her hand began to jack in time. I knew I was not going to last much longer and that we were running out of time before someone woke up. 

I held her hair in my hands and told her, " I'm going to cum soon." She shook her head No wildly but never tried to take her mouth off me. 

"Faster, suck it faster." I whispered to her, her head almost became a blur as she sucked harder. I closed my eyes and came in her mouth, I was surprised she did not try to take her mouth off me as I shot load after thick load of my spunk in her mouth.

I felt her as she swallowed and she like a natural born cocksucker slowed her movements down as I continued to spurt in her mouth.

I finally stopped my cumming and I released her hair, she rose up with a gleam in her eyes and a fulfilled look on her face. She did not miss a drop of my cum as her face was clean and she licked her lips. 

"I never knew it would taste like that." She told me as she fixed her panties and robe. I stood up and pulled up my shorts. "I am glad you liked it Mom, Don't think this will be the last time, I have much more planned for you. 

"I'm looking forward to it!" She smiled. It wasn't 5 minutes later when my wife woke up and came to the kitchen as her Mother and I were having our coffee. 

"Morning Babe, sleep well?" I said to her as she grabbed a cup for coffee. "Mmm sure did. Hows your morning?" She asked. 

"Well, it could have sucked worse!" I laughed as her Mother turned and blushed.

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Authors Note:

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! 

I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not!

If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. 

Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-)

Thanks, mustanger7up 



Good Morning Sweetheart



My eyes opened slightly. I turn my head over to look at the alarm clock to check the time. My alarm is set for 5:30am; it is 4:55am. Shit! There is nothing worse than waking up before the damn alarm goes off. Especially this early in the morning, I absolutely hate that. It has the possibility to turn a perfectly good day into a shitty day in a heartbeat. I roll over to look at my husband, James, lying beside me. He slightly wakes up and mumbles a weak, "morning". I slowly start to smile; he is a little bit awake, but not much. I plan to take full advantage of this and him. 

The job that I have is physically demanding, but rather boring aside from the hand eye coordination that is required. There is a lot of time to think and daydream. James got me started reading erotica online, so I have all kinds of things to think about. I daydream a lot during the day. Needless to say, I am on a very horny streak lately. I cannot think of any guy that would mind if his girl is horny 24-7. Right now, that is me, and my hubby loves it.

I scooted over to James and reached out with my hand and touched his low stomach. He lets out a deep sigh as my hand moves down a little further. I am softly running my hand up and down his cock. I lightly touched his balls and felt how smooth they are. I really like how James shaves himself just for me. As my hand fondles his balls, he can't seem to control the sound that came out of his throat. I wrapped my hand around his beautiful cock and started to stroke it. I lowered the quilt from his upper body so that I can have better access to him. As soon as the quilt is out of my way, I move down to suck on his cock. The moan that came from him was definitely one of pure pleasure. As I am sucking on his gorgeous cock, his hand reaches for my head and is guiding my movements. He is really enjoying what my mouth is doing for his cock. 

I don't want him to cum just yet, so I do not spend too much time with his cock. I kiss my way up his stomach and stop at his nipples, kissing, sucking, and licking. I continued to kiss my way up to his neck and then to his mouth. Then I stopped and looked at his face. He was smiling with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, he could tell that I am smiling down at him.

"Do you want something?"

"Well, yeah. You don't expect me to go to work like this do you?" 

"Oh, well, we can't have that now can we."

I have the biggest smile on my face now. James reached out with his hand and touched my smooth mound. Oh my god, that felt so good. I really want this. His fingers move very well around my clit. Sending shock waves through my body. I am already so wet that he has no trouble sliding his finger into my pussy. I am moaning my approval at what his fabulous fingers are doing to me. I can't take much more of this. I push him back and move my leg over his body. I plan to use him this morning for my pleasure, and if he gets something out of it too, that is even better. I move my hips around on his cock as I listen to him moan as he grabs my hips. I sit up a little and guide his cock into my dripping wet pussy. As I move back, his cock slides further into my tight pussy and we both moan at the same time. I stop moving when his cock is all the way in, so that we can revel in the amazing sensation. I feel like I am in heaven, this feels so good. Slowly I start moving up and down, moving my hips back and forth at the same time. This little movement provides me with the most pleasure that I could ever imagine. I eventually pick up speed, as our moans are almost non-stop now. His hands are on my hips as I am getting close to my release. His hips are thrusting up into me to get as much of his cock into my pussy as he can. We both pick up speed, as we are getting closer to our own orgasms. All it took was a couple more thrusts and we found our release. 

It is like fireworks going off. It is incredible. We could not contain the sounds that came out of our mouths if we tried. We are in bliss as we ride out our orgasm together. We are coming off our high when I lay on his chest. I am able to move my hips a little, as he let a sigh escape his lips. I lifted my head and kissed his lips as his hands abandoned my hips and grabbed my head and gives me a very passionate kiss. One that is laden with hunger and lust. 

"Are you better now," he asks.

"Oh yes, thank you so much."

I roll off him and stretch out at his side. Before I get too comfortable, I sit up and lean over his body. I cannot resist a soft cock; I have it in my mouth. My tongue comes out of my mouth and touches his gorgeous cock and he inhales quickly. I know that he enjoys my mouth on his cock; it does not matter if he is hard or soft. I lick on it gently knowing that it is very sensitive now. As I take his pliable cock into my mouth, he is moaning more now than he was earlier. I can feel him twitching in my mouth as I run my tongue around his cock. The taste of our combined juices on him is almost sending me over the edge again. After a couple minutes of this pleasure, I sit up and look at his face. He has a big smile on his lips still; he really enjoys how I use my mouth on him. 

I get off the bed to get cleaned up and ready for work. As I return to the bedroom to retrieve my clothes, I notice that he is asleep already. I must have really worn him out this morning. He is probably trying to recuperate from last night as well. That's okay; I will have a fabulous day at work with more than enough to keep my mind occupied all day. I love mornings like this. I can't wait until to next one.