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Butterscotch

By: Lillith_Ambrosia



Mrs. Donaldson decided to play a trick on her husband. She made a bowl of butterscotch pudding, and then she went to her bedroom to find something appropriate to wear while serving her man. She decided on the red silk negligee with the black lace trim. As she slipped the nightie over her naked body, she savored the sensation of the buttery soft silk against her skin. She slowly ran her hands up her thighs and stomach and cupped her breasts, feeling their fullness under the material. She took one last glance at her reflection in the mirror as she walked out of the bedroom and smiled mischievously to herself. She couldn't wait for him to taste her sweet butterscotch. 

Back in the kitchen, she picked up the bowl of butterscotch and sprayed whipped cream on top. Honey, I have a treat for you in the kitchen. Once he entered the room, he took one look at her and knew he was in for the best kind of treat on this night. He smiled and came toward her, grasping her hips and pulling her close to his hard, warm body. A treat, you say? he said, smiling down at her. She nodded and dipped her index finger into the cream, playfully putting a dollop on his bottom lip. She pulled him close, put both hands gently on his cheeks and proceeded to lick and suck his mouth teasingly. He responded by grasping the back of her neck and kissing her deeply. He pushed her against the counter and used one hand to slip the strap of her nightie off her shoulders, freeing her breast. She felt her nipples stiffen as he caressed and squeezed her with his rough hands before bending down to take her nipple between his lips. She threw her head back and inhaled sharply at the wonderful sensation of his tongue on her flesh. 

Smiling she pushed him away from her gently, pulled his shirt up toward his chin, exposing his muscular chest and ran her hands up and down his stomach. Dipping her finger into the bowl, she painted a line down his chest with the cream. She then looked into his eyes while she sucked the cream seductively from her finger before she bent down to lick it from his stomach and chest, caressing his back and thighs with her hands as she worked her mouth up and down his torso. 

With one swift motion, he swept everything off the counter with his arm, and lifted her onto it. She leaned back, pushed the black silk down to expose both of her breasts and ran her hands down to wriggle the material up over her bottom, exposing herself to him. She spread her legs, reached around for more of the cream and painted a trail from her navel downward. She leaned back and moaned as his mouth kissed and licked her tummy, working his way toward her eager wetness. She ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue flicked her hardened clitoris. He expertly licked and sucked her until she felt like she was about to explode. She became even wetter when he slid his finger inside her while his tongue worked its magic on her clit. She began moaning and moving her hips against his hand. Gripping edge of the counter, she threw her head back as she felt her orgasm begin to build. Her pleasure mounted until his teasing tongue and caressing fingers brought her over the shuddering brink. 

But the treat was far from over. On legs shaky from ecstasy, she hopped off the counter and pushed him against the refrigerator. Gently, she pulled down his pajama bottoms to free his beautiful penis. She twisted her hands around his hard shaft as her mouth came down to lick the wetness from his head. She savored how wet he was and how he tasted. Sliding him into her mouth, she continued to twist both of her hands up and down his slippery shaft. Moaning, she took him deeper into her mouth and teased the underside of his shaft with her tongue. Working her mouth up and down the length of him and swirling her tongue around his throbbing shaft, she continued to pleasure him. She loved the feel of him filling her mouth. She slid her mouth off of him and took his sack into her mouth gently as she massaged his cock with her hands. She licked and sucked his balls lovingly before she ran her tongue back up his shaft and slid her mouth onto him again. Sucking him and flicking her tongue across the sensitive underside of his shaft. As her excitement grew, she began to work him faster.

She longed to feel his hot orgasm filling her mouth, but instead he grasped her by the shoulders and stood her up. He spun her around to face the counter and bent her over, grasping her by the hips to position her closer to his manhood. She let out a loud moan as he thrust the length of himself inside her. He slowly slid himself in and out of her while his hands caressed her full breasts. He pushed himself inside of her and stayed there while his hand reached around and found her clitoris. She rested her forehead on the cool tile of the kitchen counter as her breath began to quicken. The feel of him filling her up while his finger teased her sensitive tip was pure bliss. She moaned and begged him not to stop. He began moving in and out of her again, her breasts swaying with every thrust. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts, and heard him moan behind her. Oh, god yes, please., she begged. He grasped her by the waist and began to pound himself inside her with increasing passion. Her orgasm tore through her and she could feel herself contracting around him, gripping him with every stroke as she moaned loudly against the counter. His breath was shallow, and she knew he was close. Suddenly he pulled out of her and she could feel his hot come washing over her bottom. 

Spent from their passion, they collapse against the kitchen counter. He gently kisses the back of her neck and whispers in her ear, Happy Butterscotch Day.

Butterscotch and Blankets



I had carefully set the scene for the seduction I had planned. The picnic basket was full of our favorite goodies: strawberries, whipped crème, and chocolate sauce. I even remembered a special treat, butterscotch sauce – it was one of those strange food things that we had in common. The blanket was spread under the huge oak tree in the far corner of the park, right next to the creek. I made sure I left a trail of clues for him to find me. I even dressed for the occasion, wearing a lightweight sundress with nothing underneath. 

I wondered what his reaction would be when he saw me there. While it had been months since we first met, the times that we had actually been together were rare and treasured. Our schedules were complicated and arranging dates had been almost impossible. The few moments that we had stolen together were intensely erotic and amazing. He could read my body and my mind better than any other lover I had ever known. Just hearing his husky laugh when I teased him on the phone was enough to make me get damp with desire. 

I knew he came by this park frequently on his patrols. We had often talked while he was hanging out there, killing time and watching games. I left my car parked in an obvious place, knowing he would see it and go looking for me. He had that kind of memory. Not only did he have my phone number and address memorized, he also had the license plates on my car memorized. I wanted to be in two places at once – just to be able to see the look on his face when he saw my car and also to watch him as he followed my trail of 'breadcrumbs' to where I was waiting. 

It only took about thirty minutes before I heard soft footsteps crunching through the underbrush. I continued to sit quietly, sipping on a glass of wine and enjoying the warm day. I knew he would find me at any moment and I didn't want to give myself up too soon. I saw him step into the clearing and the look on his face was priceless. The smile on his face made all the planning worthwhile. He was in full uniform, holding the 'breadcrumbs' that I had left along the way. My shoes were in his hand and my thigh high stockings, thong, and bra were draped across his arm. 

"Ma'am, you seem to have left some of your belongings in the park," he stated with a low laugh.

"Hmmm, I'm sure those belong to me Officer. I do seem to be missing a few things," I teased.

"Do you mind if I take a look to verify that these are your belongings?" he asked as he stepped closer to me.

I couldn't help it, I busted out laughing. I was so lame at playing these games. He pounced on me and started tickling me, making me laugh even more. I knew he was surprised and thrilled that I had gone to so much trouble just for him. I could feel how pleased he was when he rolled me onto my back and placed himself between my legs. He stayed on top of me, reached over and pulled the picnic basket towards us. When he saw the contents, he laughed again and nuzzled his mouth against my neck, murmuring his appreciation. He ran his hands over my body and smiled down at me as he realized exactly why there was a trail of clothes leading to the blanket. 

His kisses were playful and hungry at the same time. He was exploring my mouth with his tongue, nipping at my lips with his teeth and using his hands to tease my body. It had been over a week since our last date, so I was already hot and wet for him. I was arching my body against him, wanting him to take me hard and fast. I didn't want teasing and playful. I needed him NOW. He managed to work my dress up to my hips so I moved his hand between my legs and let him feel how wet I was. He slipped his fingers inside me and slowly started sliding them in and out, using his thumb to massage my clit. I slipped my dress off my shoulders so he could get his mouth on my nipples. His hand was working between my legs and he was sucking and nibbling on my nipples as I rocked my hips against him.

I still wasn't satisfied. I wanted his cock inside me. I pulled at his shirt, frustrated by all the layers of clothing and equipment that he had on. He leaned back and helped pull off his shirt and vest. I immediately started loosening his gun belt, kissing his chest and flicking my tongue across his nipples, giving him the same sweet torture he had given me. He groaned and ran his hands through my hair as I started kissing lower and lower down his abdomen. I managed to get the gun belt off him and helped him slip out of his pants. I had full access to his body now and couldn't keep my hands or mouth off his skin. 

Although I really wanted to play with the goodies in the picnic basket, I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top his cock. I slowly lowered myself down onto his hard, thick shaft until I had him completely inside me. Then I started rocking back and forth, grinding my hips against him. I leaned forward and put my arms on either side of him, putting my breasts in the perfect spot for him to kiss and suck. I was sliding up and down on his cock and pumping my hips against him, completely overwhelmed with the sensations of having him inside me, hot, thick and hard. His mouth and tongue were teasing my nipples and his hands were on my hips and gliding all over my skin. 

I could feel his body getting tighter and he was breathing hard, watching his cock slide in and out of me. He was thrusting against me now, harder and faster, his hands on my hips holding me to his rhythm. The look of desire on his face was enough to push me over the edge. I felt him go still beneath me as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through my body and clenched around his cock. I was slowly rocking against him as my body recovered and then I felt him lose control. His hips bucked against me a few times and he groaned as he shot his cum inside me. I gave him a lazy smile and told him that he had managed to take the edge off my hunger, but I still needed a little more to 'eat.'

I slid off him and kissed my way down his neck and chest while I was reaching into the picnic basket. I opened the chocolate sauce and dipped one of the strawberries into it. I twirled the strawberry in the sauce and then brought it to my lips so the chocolate would drip into my mouth. I held the berry right above my mouth and ran my tongue around it, showing him exactly what I planned to do with his cock once I got it in my mouth. I lowered the strawberry to my lips and licked and sucked on it until the chocolate sauce was gone, then I grazed my teeth against it before nibbling it into tiny bites. He was watching my tongue and mouth as I played with the berry and it was enough to get him aroused again.

I dipped my finger in the chocolate sauce and then ran it down his abdomen to his cock. I drizzled some more chocolate on his cock and then topped it off with some whipped crème. He started laughing while I was playing, but his laughter turned into another low groan when I started to give his cock the same treatment I had given the strawberry. I loved the sweet taste of the chocolate and crème combined with the salty taste of his cum and sweat. I was licking and sucking on his shaft, humming with appreciation and making sure that I didn't miss a bit of the sweetness. His hands were toying with my hair as I slid my mouth up and down, sucking him clean. I ran my tongue down his shaft and gently licked his sack, then I took him back into my mouth and continued working him in and out. He was growling low in his throat and his eyes were intent on watching me take pleasure in fucking him with my mouth. 

I couldn't believe how much it turned me on to finally have his hard, thick cock in my mouth. I had one hand wrapped around his cock and was using it along with my mouth to make him cum and my other hand was between my legs, my fingers sliding in and out of my slit. When he noticed where my hand had strayed, he groaned my name and exploded down my throat. I kept swallowing and working my mouth on him as his body trembled beneath me. My hand was still between my legs and it only took a few moments before I climaxed again. 

We were both exhausted and spent a few minutes relaxing and enjoying the cool breeze and the shade of the oak tree. He surprised me when he got up and pulled me down to the creek with him. He waded in and I followed, not sure what to expect. He lifted my dress and helped me to pull it off my head, tossing it to the dry bank behind us. He reached down into the water, cupped his hand and splashed the water up my legs, rinsing off the cum from our earlier tryst. I spread my legs for him and he continued to wash me, taking time to slip his fingers inside me.

The water was cool and his hands were warm. I was leaning into him and running my hands down his arms and back, kissing him every chance I got. Once I was rinsed off to his satisfaction, he pulled me out of the creek and back up to the blanket. I lay down on my back and he knelt between my legs, running his hands across my skin and caressing my nipples into peaks. He leaned down and kissed me, ravishing my mouth with his tongue and then slid his kisses down my neck. His tongue found my nipples and he teased me by going from side to side and flicking his tongue against me. He continued kissing his way down my belly and nestled his face between my legs. 

I was already lifting my hips in anticipation of having his mouth against me. He slid his fingers inside me and started licking and sucking on my pussy until I was shaking beneath him. His fingers were sliding in and out of me and his tongue was busy on my clit. I could feel his eyes on me as I rocked my hips against his face and shattered with another orgasm. He quickly moved, wrapped my legs around his hips and thrust his cock deep inside me. My body was still reeling with aftershocks, but he was grinding his hips against me and pumping that thick shaft inside me and I started to climax again. He could feel my body tightening around him and he started fucking me harder, his hands wrapped around my waist, holding me tight to his body. I cried out as I came and he thrust into me again, filling me with another load of cum. 

He collapsed on top of me, nuzzling against my neck and marking me as his while we recovered. He started laughing out loud and said that if he had realized I was waiting for him with a picnic lunch, he would have brought some pineapple to add to the feast. I told him he could plan the menu for the next surprise picnic, just as long as we could try the butterscotch instead of the chocolate sauce. He laughed again and told me to stay alert, because you never know when your friendly neighbor cop is planning to surprise you!



Butterscotch Video Fantasy



Standing on the step stool, she adjusted the camera again. She had to get the perfect angle. Spying through the eyepiece, the large bed came into focus. She could see herself in the mirrors on the octagon headboard. The mint green of the walls cast a soft hue to the white lace curtains visible beside the bed. The summer breeze wafted softly through the room. The deep green marble furniture added masculine angles to the softness. The bed was soft and inviting, with large pillows decorating the invitation. The candlelight creating shadows and romance to the look. Everything seemed perfect through her lens.

"Ok," she said out loud to herself, "let’s see if this is good."

Pushing the red button, the lights began to flash ‘recording’. Nervous excitement tingled inside her. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to do this. This was not like her, or was it? She lay down on the bed and moved around playfully, smiling at the camera, testing the light and visibility. After all, what good was a sexy video if he couldn’t see anything?

Checking the camera, she tried to judge the better angles. Smiling to herself, watching her playfulness, she had renewed confidence. Not only would she love this, but he would as well. Of that she was sure.

"Hi, Baby," she whispered into the microphone on the side of the camera. "I thought I'd share a fantasy of mine with you," she continued boldly. Smiling wickedly to herself, she went on, "I'm going to record myself for you, I'm going to allow you to see me, to watch me, and feel me, up close…" she smiled, wickedly bright, "…and personal."

She finished by walking over to the nightstand efficiently. "What I need for you to do for me is take everything out of your package and place it before you and then go get a cup of hot water to warm the butterscotch for a little bit." She finished as she placed her own pouch of candy in the water she had ready. "As you can see, my water is very hot" she held up the steaming cup for him and shot him a cocky look.

"Don't go disappointing me already now, lover" she said sassily, demanding his immediate submission of her fantasy. Hoping his adventurous sexuality would come out to play with her. Walking around to the bed, she climbed atop the white lace bedspread and smiled sexily at the camera.

"Hi baby," she whispered seductively, "I hope you’re ready for this."

Slowly, she knelt up, showing him her body clad only in red. The red velvet choker around her graceful neck set off her long, wispy curls escaping from the knot atop her head; her eyes glowing with excitement, her full mouth matching her attire smiled seductively at him. Her skin glowing and soft against the thick plush fabric; red velvet bra panties hiding the treasures of her womanly body; red silk stockings hugging the soft skin of her creamy thighs.

She looked good and she knew it. Kneeling before him, she smiled sweetly. Leaning over to a place he could not see from the camera, she put on some soft music.

Smiling wickedly up at him, she began to sway slowly to the rhythm of the music.

"I can see you, lover, sitting there," she began to seduce him. "I can see you watching me, wanting me," she smiled knowingly, wickedly, confident he was sitting there as in her thoughts, aching for her.

Moving her body to the rhythm of the music, swaying slowly back and forth, lost her in dreams. She closed her eyes and dared her body to speak to him – seductively, slowly swaying.

"I've been dreaming of your touch, your passion," she breathed out softly. She began to touch her face. "I can feel your hands on me, see the way you look at me." Her eyes searching through her mind for his, she looked through to reach him, the pureness of her yearning visible on her flushed features, his face before her, looking at her, into her with such needful tenderness.

His golden eyes speaking to her. Dark hair falling sexily over his strong brow. The strong angles of his face, softened by faded freckles scattered across his straight nose. Full lips, so soft and pink, turned up at the edges in a sexy grin, are enhanced by the soft darkness of his tapered gotee. 

Licking her lips instinctively, she continued, "I want to kiss you," running her fingers softly against her lips, her mouth suddenly watering, her tongue reaching out to taste him. "I get so lost in your kisses," she moaned softly, her fingers pressing against her lips harder, wanting to suck the juicy essence she knew was there, his mouth always wet and delicious.

A small whimper escaped her as his passion heated her yearnings.

"I can feel you," she whispered achingly. And she could, she could feel the emotion within herself for him, feel her own passion bubbling within, needing to be unleashed by him again. Her eyes pooled at the emotion he provoked within her. She submitted to this passion, this unbridled need for him, she could not fight it, it overtook her intensly.

Moving her finger inside of her mouth she kissed him back, wrapping her tongue around his, tasting him, tasting his passion so deeply. Her body was ignited anew from his passionate kisses, his hunger taunting her own, feeding the fire, her fingers twirling and dancing with her tongue, softly suckling his, her mouth glistening and moist for him.

A small moan escaped her as he began to kiss her face softly. She remembered the feelings so vividly, reliving them here before his eyes. Her mouth opened slightly she fell back to sit on her feet. Her head arched up for his kiss, eagerly offering herself, sliding her moist finger across her face, she continued to feel his kisses. His mouth lavishing her heated flesh, his teeth nibbling at her seductively, teasing her delicously, wanting her to moan for him. She submitted willingly, moaning deeply within her soul.

His lips slid across her cheek to her ear and began to slowly suckle her tender lobe.

"Oh God" she whispered to him like so many times before. Feeling the heat of his body pressing closer to her, hearing the jagged rhythm of his breath next to her ear, feeling the texture and onslaught of his tongue sucking at her, tormenting her. She was aflame with desire.

Opening her eyes she looked at him, desire and yearning evident in her gaze. "I want you," she implored him, her breath heavy, she continued to touch herself before him. Her hand began sliding down her long graceful neck as she felt his tongue lapping at her, heard his moans of pleasure as her head fell back giving him total access to her tender neck, his mouth making love to her body, her flesh, her desire.

Her body quivered in ecstasy as he tantalizingly nibbled a path downward, sucking her breath in sharply at the delicious aching he provoked within her with his teeth, the feelings producing waves of pleasure cascading down deeply into her belly, spreading like a blanket warming her, moistening her.

His bold need bit into her, showering the strength of his body onto her tender flesh. She was escalating out of control. She felt him teasing her into submission, licking and kissing the hollow of her neck, nibbling along her collarbone and shoulder.

He slowly slipped off her bra straps, exposing her shoulder to his warm kiss. She could feel him delve into the junction of her neck and shoulder, working his passion onto her so deliciously, moving down the length of her soft arm, he kissed every inch down and licked his way back. 

She could hear his soft chuckle, feel him teasing her with the delicious timber of the sexy sound, playing on her skin. Her body was aflame as surging, passionate waves surged through her. 

"Oh…" she moaned out loud as his mouth worked its way toward her breasts. 

He slowly slid her bra off her breasts, exposing her beauty to his hungry eyes. Looking up at him, she hugged herself shyly, at first, and she felt beautiful sitting there before him. Trust and passion brought a soft smile to her lips. Slowly, she began the slow path toward her aching peak, feeling him suck it into his mouth greedily, she moaned loudly, "Mmm lover, have I ever told you how wonderful it felt to have your mouth here?"

Pinching herself hard, she continued moaning. "That's so…" she instinctively gasped loudly, as she felt his teeth scrape her sensitive peak "…delicious lover… felt so good…" she finished in a squeak as she pinched again, harder still, feeling his teeth sinking into the flesh of her bud, she moaned loudly for him.

Pinching again… "I want you," she said seriously, looking right at him, she allowed him to see her need, her want, her desire for him, her body trembling with it, exposed and vulnerable, losing control. She needed to focus on her task.

Gasping for breath now, she slowly moved back on the bed. Rolling onto her belly, she stretched out to look at him through the mirror on the headboard and gather some things from the nightstand. "Okay, Lover," she purred at him, kicking her red stocking feet in the air, "it’s time to play. This is my fantasy, so I'm gonna ask you to follow along."

She sat up eagerly, excitement evident in her energy. Smiling brightly, passionately up at him, she continued boldly. "In your package you should have everything I have here." She smiled wickedly imagining him looking through the package with renewed pleasure. "I have two packs of butterscotch, one for you and one for me," she giggled, this was becoming very fun to her.

She bubbled with wickedness. "And here we have a nice little toy, which I must say, I'm keeping to myself." She laughed openly continuing, "but, I’ll tell you what I'm gonna do for you lover," she purred enticingly, making him want to know what she had done with all the things now in his possession.

Hesitating teasingly, she continued. "Well, we shall get to that I guess." She knew she was leaving him wanting. Taking the butterscotch, she continued. "Ok love, time to take the butterscotch out of the water," she purrs at him, seductively playful.

Smiling sexily, she was now sitting with an open package of butterscotch in front of herself.

"Open it and keep it close." Sitting up on the pillows she began to sway again to the music playing softly.

Bringing herself back to him, her body was again consumed by the thought of his touch: the slow, passionate tenderness he enflamed into her. His touch on her breasts was soft and loving, yet demanding and needy. She felt his mouth on her again, loving her, burning a path to her swollen nipple. Pinching herself softly, she heard him suckling at her noisily, stoking her sexuality, enticing her to come to him.

She looked up at him, her breath jagged and gasping with emotion, her eyes piercing into his, wanting to go to him. Needing to be there, with him. She closed her eyes and searched her heart for this man, her friend, her lover, the man who took her to places no one else could.

She yearned to go to him, expose herself to him like so many times before. With renewed confidence, she wickedly eyed the butterscotch, her body alive and yearning, her mind focused on him and the passion he ignited in her. Sliding her bra all the way off, casting it aside, she grasped her breasts and kneaded them roughly, feeling his hands on her. Her soft moans escaped towards him. She quickly discarded her panties along side the other items. She knew he always preferred her naked. Her task completed, her hands begin their seductive journey anew. 

She imagined him watching her, sitting before her, looking at himself touching her. Slowly, she opened her eyes and watched him. She knew his eyes were glued to her.

"I want you to cover your thighs with butterscotch love," she said quietly lost in her visions and feelings.

Copying her instructions herself, she envisioned his hand pouring the hott thickness onto her parted legs. The heat burning into her, searing a path through her. "Hold your knees up like this, love, let it drip down". She moaned at the warmth dripping down her slowly, teasing her. 

"Taste me lover," she moaned running her hands through the sweet liquid pooling at the crevis of her thighs, moving downward in a new direction. Looking through the lens to him, passion and need stealing her breath. She felt him there with her. His hot mouth on her flesh. 

Licking and sucking her fingers, she closed her eyes and took him into her mouth and gently sucked, tasting his sweet offering, continuously licking and sucking him tenderly. She could feel his tongue on her, see him licking her, feel the heat of him. Willing him to feel her, taste her sweetness; as she was his. Her breath heavy, small moans escaping her naturally, as she indeed felt him.

She instinctively remembered his words from long ago, "mm that's so good".

Her green eyes dark with passionate need, she reached for the butterscotch again, pouring it in hot delicious waves down her body, letting it's heat drip tantalizingly over her breasts and belly, covering herself in the warmth of his passion.

She moaned deeply, whispering, "taste all of me, lover" as she slowly trails her finger through the warmth coating her breasts, feeling his hott mouth sliding over her, watching her arch yearningly, her body reaching for his touch.

"I wish you were here lover. I want to see you look at me. I long to see the passion I've found in your eyes."

Continuously rubbing and feeling his hands on her body, stroking her seductively with his touch.

"Can you see how much I desire your touch?"

Her voice husky with it. "See how much my body needs your passion?"

Her moans yearning for him.

Kneading and pinching her breasts, she closed her eyes and continued. "I want to feed my body to you lover." Leaning over and taking a ripe nipple into her mouth, she felt him suckling on her. Biting her, enticing her desires. His hands kneading and feeling her ample body, burning for him. Her flesh heated with desire.

Licking and nibbling at one hard peak and then the other, she lavished his passion onto her breasts, felt him lapping at her skin, cleaning her with every stroke, her passion engulfing her entirely. Looking back up at him, mouth swollen, moist and sticky sweet, she looked sexy and delicious and so very ripe for his taking. Her eyes gleamed at him. She wanted more.

Slowly, she reached for a cloth on the nightstand, dipping it into the warm water. She spoke softly to him, "You have this cloth, love, you can use it to clean yourself after you clean me." Slowly she leaned her neck to the side and slid the warm cloth over herself, feeling his tender ministrations deep within her. He would clean her well, she knew his tenderness and she was experiencing that in front of him, his touch, his love. Rubbing and cleaning her breasts she could feel him, his slow caress with the cloth, her body melting under his deep golden gaze.

Her body damp now, she could feel his breath warming her chilled skin, watching him blow on her sensitive nipples, tingling to life before his eyes. She could see his smile of delight and feel him lap at her aggressively.

Her hands begin to wander downward, cleaning her thighs and legs. She stretched herself out in front of him, wanting to feel the length of him beside her. Rubbing her legs together slowly, she yearned to feel his entwined. She yearned to see his dark hair glistening on his chest, smell his desire for her, the scent of his body enticing her.

"I can almost smell you," she breathed, bemused, lost in the desire of him. Slowly her hands moved over her body, over her breasts to her belly and down her thighs. She moaned as she felt his touch on her sex. Her body jolted from the pure pleasure he invoked.

"I love how you touch me," she moaned, her words becoming bolder as her yearning intensified. "You want to touch me don't you lover?" She looked up through the lens for him, seeing him sitting there watching her. "I can see it in your eyes, you’re dying to touch me."

She smiled playfully at him. Sliding her fingers over her self, she felt him stroking her. Reaching over to the night table, she found her bright pink toy, and smiled wickedly as she began to cover it with her discarded panties. She rubbed it along the crease of her sex. Imaging him rubbing himself along her velvety lips. The material became soaking as she rubbed harder, feeling him needing more, stroking her harder, poking into her through the material, needing to be inside her now, wanting to bury himself in her softness.

The velvet still covered him as he slowly began to slide deeper inside her. She felt him deeply, pushing into her body, fusing himself into her sweetness.

She moaned softly to him. "Move with me love, make love with me now. Feel me as my body makes love to yours." Her legs spread wide, her body moving in perfect rhythm with him, loving him, loving the ecstasy he brought to her, the velvet sliding easily in and out now, completely soaked in her desire.

Looking back at him again, lost in her dreams, yet remembering her tasks, she whispered, "You can open the panties now love, taste what my body burns to give you" she whispered moaning, "taste what you do to me."

Her strokes were getting deeper and faster. "I can feel you deeply," she breathed out beyond inhibited thought, passion oozing from her. Feeling him giving her his body, plunging himself into her urgently, watching her pleasure, taking it from her with his commanding body. Seeing him delight in her torment, her need, pushing her further, stroking her blood, her body, her soul. Pushing her body to give to him, to only him.

Panting in pure pleasure and working her body rhythmically with his, she gave back, moving with him, pushing him deeper, needing to give him everything. She'd give anything to have him, here loving her so completely. Pushing and taking him deeply into her heart, her soul, her body. Mindlessly they watched each other escalate out of control. Cascading on the rough waves of passionate need, working and giving. Their bodies melting together as one, burning into one another. His passionate stare penetrating her as deeply as his powerful thrusts. Her back arched up sharply as he pushed her from this world, dangling her on the edge of bliss. Holding her strongly as she fell into ecstasy.

She moaned loudly to him, "Oh…" her breathing so heavy she could hardly speak, her passion burning her she could hardly think. "It's coming, you’re just pulling it from me," she burst out in agonizing need. Her moans spasming with her body as she let him take her completely. Her teeth grinding together with her hard release as her deep moans reach for him.

Over and over, spurting her love all over his velvet covered body. Riding the waves of pleasure he bestowed upon her. She shuddered with the final gushes spill forth from her in agonizing waves of pleasure. Slowly she smiled tenderly at him.

"How do those panties taste, love?" Her throaty laugh content, she knew they would be hanging out of his mouth. Knew his body would now be covered in a different kind of sweetness. She blew a kiss to him and smiled, feeling thoroughly loved.



Butterscotch's Vacation



Butterscotch Hockham wearily came into the kitchen bearing a plastic bag containing two packs of Chinese takeaways. She had entered by the front door and passing down the passage to the kitchen she glanced into the lounge and saw Grey sitting morosely in an armchair, his arms folded bleakly over his chest and the television set not on -- always a bad sign since this was the time when his favourite sitcom was on.

"Oh God, not him too," she silently moaned.

It had been what she called "A stinker of a day." 

She worked as an assistant in the local public library, and to begin with it was a searingly hot day and the air-conditioning had chosen this time to break down. Then the chief librarian had been furious because some books had been replaced on the wrong shelves. 

For this she had blamed Butterscotch, berating her furiously, until one of the other assistants had pointed out that it was she, the chief librarian, who had replaced those particular books. This information did nothing to improve the librarian's mood.

At the best of times the chief librarian irritated Butterscotch because that was what she called her, "Butterscotch," instead of the friendlier "Butter."

Butterscotch often cursed her parents for giving her such an outlandish name, but as they explained; when she was little she looked good enough to eat. She vaguely remembered how one or both of her parents would take hold of her arm or leg and saying, "I'm going to eat you all up," would pretend to gnaw on the limb saying, "Yum...yum...yum," while she screamed with delight.

She was however grateful that their taste ran to Butterscotch and not pork pie or Cornish pasty.

The chief librarian hadn't been the only source of frustration that day. 

It sometimes happened that the public decided that they must all come to the library on one particular day and with them came mountains of books to be re-shelved. They also looked for and demanded books that were already out on loan and became annoyed and snappy when told they were out. 

Given the sort of day she'd had she didn't feel like coping with one of Grey's bouts of glumness. 

The one ray of light she saw lay in the Chinese takeaways. Normally she would have cooked the evening meal herself, but being late home she'd bought the Chinese which was one of Grey's favourites.

Wearily she thrust the takeaway packs into the microwave and set it going, and then called out, "Five minutes Grey."

As she got the cutlery out Grey slouched into the kitchen and slumped down at the table. Butter wondered what the trouble was this time, but felt that she didn't have the energy to cope with Grey's tribulations just then.

As she took the containers out of the microwave and put them on the table Butter made an effort and said brightly, "What sort of a day have you had, sweetheart?"

Without looking at her Grey mumbled something unintelligible and poked morosely at the mess of rice and indefinable additives with his fork.

"Yes, he's in one of those moods," Butter thought, and decided to let things ride in the hope Grey would recover.

As they ate on in silence the atmosphere did not improve, in fact the gloom deepened until Butter could stand it no longer.

"For heaven sake Grey, what's the matter with you, you're sitting there like someone who's lost a thousand dollars and found ten cents, and you've hardly eaten a thing."

Still not looking at her Grey said, "You might as well see," and producing papers from somewhere about his anatomy he pushed them across the table to Butter. 

She picked them up and saw that it was Grey's latest history essay, "The Rise of the Puritans in the Reign of Elizabeth the First." Clearly written in red was the letter D meaning "Fail."

This was not the first time Butter had seen the letter D on one of Grey's essays and she struggled to find something to say that would not be utterly negative. What she did eventually say hardly helped the situation.

"If only your father was still here he'd be able to help you." 

"Father!" Grey spat out the word.

* * * * * * * *

Professor Jeremy Hockham PhD headed the history department of a distant university. When Butter had first met him she had been a history student and he a young and aspiring history tutor. He had achieved some fame with his first book, "Puritans in the Tudor and Stuart Period." 

It had all the hallmarks of an outstanding academic work, namely, obscurity and near unreadability. Among historians of the Tudor and Stuart period this book was rather like the bible for the generality of people; most people have one but never get past the first couple of chapters in Genesis, but you just had to have one on your bookshelves. 

It was this book that had helped Jeremy begin the upward claw to a professorship and then head of a department.

Butter met him when he became her history tutor and the attraction was almost immediate. The handsome, witty, dynamic black-haired blue eyed tutor, and the somewhat innocent and still looking good enough to eat Butter, quickly became entangled with each other. 

It was late one Friday afternoon that Butter had gone to Jeremy's room at the university to receive back her latest essay and hear his critique of it. The essay was marked with a B+ and Jeremy's criticism was mild, although prolonged, as he tried to keep the pretty student within his orbit.

As the interview drew to a close Jeremy said, "I've kept you late; to make up for it could I buy you dinner?

For Butter this had been rather like a dream come true; she would dine with her sexy tutor.

It had taken a couple more dinners before Jeremy suggested that she might like to come back to his flat for drinks. Butter's dream became even truer as she yielded up her virginity that evening.

Looking at her naked body Jeremy had commented, "You look good enough to eat." Butter wondered why people had such an inclination to feast on her. For his part Jeremy gorged himself on various parts of her body over the following weeks.

The dream took on a nightmarish tinge when she found herself to be pregnant, but revived when Jeremy declared he would marry her. 

Grey was born and got his name because Butter was very fond of Earl Grey Tea.

For eighteen years Jeremy continued to consume intimate parts of Butter's anatomy during their frenzied sexual unions, and as in her childhood she screamed with delight.

Sadly for Butter, and at the behest of Jeremy, she produced no further children. She would like to have had another child, especially a daughter whom she would have named Peppermint after another beverage she enjoyed. 

Butter's education had suffered an interruption in the early part of her marriage but as soon as it became feasible she returned to studies and ended up with a modest ordinary BA. 

Unlike Jeremy she had no great desire to climb promotional ladders and had contented herself with taking work as library assistant. Beyond this she was very happy to be a wife and mother. 

It was after their eighteen years of marriage that Jeremy gradually seemed to lose interest in Butter's consumable parts. By then he had climbed to the rank of professor, and although in his middle years he was still handsome in an imposing way.

The reason for his decline in Butter devouring soon became evident in the shape of an eighteen year old student named Janice. 

Whether this was something to do with a mid-life crisis or trying to make up for what he perceived to be his lost youth, is an unknown factor, but on raising the matter with Butter he was the soul of brevity ( which virtue it is a pity does not rub off on his now many historical works).

"I've fallen in love," he announced, "and I'm leaving you, and it's no use you crying and screaming." 

Having suspected for a while that it was something like this that was in the wind Butter neither cried nor screamed, and this can be disconcerting since it does not give you much idea of what the person is feeling inside.

Her response had the same virtue of brevity as Jeremy's announcement.

"When will you be leaving?"

For all practical purposes it took about a week for Jeremy to leave wife and son. Thereafter, if he was devouring any female body, it was Janice's.

Divorce followed and Jeremy married Janice and soon after he was appointed head of the history department at the distant university.

If Butter had shown little reaction to Jeremy's departure, Grey made his feelings very clear, hence his somewhat explosive exclamation, "Father!"

* * * * * * * *

"Darling," Butter said in response to Grey's exclamation, "I'm only saying that your father is an expert on the very subject of your essay and it's a pity he's not here to help you."

"Bastard!" Grey snarled.

"Grey, you know I don't like swearing, and that's a terrible thing to call your father."

Grey calmed down a little, and looked up at Butter.

"I don't understand you mum. You cooked, cleaned and scrubbed for him for nearly twenty years, and even brought in money, and he hikes of with that stupid ugly Janice."

"I did more than cook, clean and scrub for him," Butter thought, but replied patiently, Janice is not stupid or ugly and..."

"She's skinny and I'll bet she looks like the frame of a scarecrow when she's stripped off, and she's less than half his age."

"There's no need to be crude Grey, and we've talked about all this before..."

"I don't know how you can be so cool about it mum. Dad leaves you and goes off with her and..."

"What's the point of getting het up about it now; your father fell in love with her and I suppose she fell for him, it happens."

"And he leaves you to struggle on trying to see me through my education and..."

"Darling, that's an exaggeration, your father was quite generous with the divorce settlement; he gave me far more than he needed to and..."

"Guilty conscience," Grey snapped. 

"Perhaps so, Grey, but don't talk about struggling. We've got the house, the cottage, and he's made an allowance for you that will last until you're in paid employment. The only time I get upset about the situation is when you start abusing your father."

"And when I fail an exam or essay."

"Well all right Grey, it is disappointing."

It was true; Butter did feel disappointed at Grey's academic achievements, or lack thereof. Once he had shown himself to be a very bright boy and Butter could almost have put a date on the beginning of his decline. 

It started after his father left. At first Grey had seemed to not comprehend that Jeremy had gone out of their lives, and kept on expecting him to return. In the end the departure had aroused in Grey something resembling hatred for his father, which hatred was exacerbated by Jeremy's departure with his new young wife to the far university. This had meant that Grey had seen nothing of his father for almost three years.

Silence descended again. It had all been said before many times, and there seemed little point in trampling over the old ground once more.

Grey had eaten hardly any of his food and Butter had only consumed about half of hers. 

There was nothing to wash up apart from a couple of forks. After the lousy day at the library and now this, Butter felt drained and was near to tears. 

It was true that the struggle had not been financial; there had always been enough. The struggle, if that is what it was, had been the difficulty of coping with a son who was now approaching twenty one, and who harboured such bitterness towards his father. 

This bitterness seemed to sour the whole of his life, including his academic studies, and Butter felt helpless to do anything about it. Grey's final year was approaching; he had been lucky to survive at university thus far. Nothing had ever been openly said, but Grey would not have survived if his father had not been the distinguished professor of history, but his father's influence could not and would not save him for much longer. 

Butter knew this, and being the sort of woman she was, she took the responsibility on herself, although no one else would have blamed her. 

For once it was all too much. She had kept so much locked away inside her; the hurts, the feelings of loss and the disappointments.

She rose and went to the kitchen sink as if to wash something up, but there was nothing. She did not want Grey to see that she was struggling not to give way to her feelings, but for once it didn't work. With her back to him and leaning against the sink, the tears came.

She was about to run from the room when she felt arms encircle her waist. 

"I'm sorry mum, really sorry. I always seem to hurt and disappoint you."

"No darling," she sobbed, "it's just that I..."

"I love you, you know that don't you?"

"Yes darling, I know, and I love you."

She felt his warm lips pressed against the back of her neck. It had been a long time since that had happened to her and it felt good.

"You see mum, what I don't understand is why dad left a beautiful woman like you and went off with skinny Janice."

"I told you Grey, it happens, and I'm not beautiful."

"You are beautiful, and if I was married to a woman like you I'd never leave you."

Butter experienced those words as a mixture of pleasure and pain. Ever since Jeremy had announced he was leaving her she had come to doubt herself -- her female attractiveness; yet here was her son telling her she was beautiful. Why had Jeremy not seen her as such? 

"You know mum," Grey continued, "there are times when could eat you." 

There it was again, this apparent desire of people to cannibalize her. 

Grey pulled her close to him. Was it her imagination, or could she feel a hard lump pressing against her buttocks. She remembered that from her years with Jeremy, and it always presaged a Butter eating and penetration. 

It was nice, and she instinctively pushed back against Grey. 

He said again, "You're beautiful mother, and I love you so much."

This time she accepted his assertion that she was beautiful, saying, "As long as you think so darling."

She felt his arms leave her waist and the next moment hands enveloped her breasts. Her head was now lying back on his shoulder and she could feel him trembling slightly. She was trembling herself and her clitoris was tingling.

"You have lovely breasts," Grey whispered.

How often Jeremy had said those words as he bent over her, ready to take one of her nipples into his mouth and then gradually consume as much of the breast as he could. "Wonderful times," she thought, and now there was another man she loved dearly saying those words.

The shock hit her like a bucket of ice water in the face; "Dear God, what are we doing...what am I doing...? My son...my son is stimulating me and I'm responding." Her clitoris was throbbing almost painfully now, the crotch of her panties was wet and her nipples had grown rigid. 

In a matter of moments her body had readied itself for the act of physical love. She had to end this sensual embrace. If he turned her and kissed her she knew she would be lost. 

Always quick to be sexually aroused she knew that this was no boy whose hands enfolded her breasts, it was a young man...a potent young man...her son, yes...but now a man. She could feel his palpable desire for her and her responding craving for him. It had been so long....so long.

"No...no...it must stop," beat in her head, but how? There could be no claim to innocence now; no protest, "I didn't know what was going on." But Butter realized that to suddenly repel Grey might break the delicate web of the love that seemed to have embraced them, a love on the edge of physical fulfillment. 

Trying to make it seem that nothing out of the ordinary was happening, she said in a hoarse voice, "We need to have a talk about things, darling, let's sit down."

She felt a sudden tension in Grey's body as if he too knew they had drawn too close to the edge. His hands dropped away from her breasts and they separated, both of them breathing heavily.

They sat at the table, Grey looking at Butter. 

For a few moments Butter tried to think of some topic that might defuse the situation -- that might calm them down without creating embarrassment for either of them. 

With artificial brightness she said, "Darling, do you realize we haven't had a holiday since..." she almost said "since your father left us," but this might take the conversation down an undesirable track, so she said, "for nearly three years?"

"Yes."

"I think it might be what we both need, a break away from things for a while."

"Can we afford it?"

"Well it depends..."

"On what?"

"How much we'd have to pay for accommodation."

"Ah."

Butter hesitated for a moment; she wanted to make a suggestion that might touch on a raw nerve.

"We do have the cottage."

She looked at Grey anxiously. The cottage had been their vacation and frequent weekend lair since Grey had been three years of age. They'd had many happy times there, but the place would carry poignant memories of Jeremy simply because of those happy times. Perhaps that was why they had not gone there since Jeremy had left them.

Grey made no immediate response to her suggestion so she went on, "We've been renting it out as a holiday shack and I've used the money to have it regularly cleaned, it's a pity not to use it ourselves."

Expecting a protest from Grey followed by an outright refusal to go to the cottage, she was pleasantly surprised when she saw a strange gleam come into his eyes, a faint smile hover over his lips, and he said softly, "Yes, that's a very good idea."

"You...you really think so, you're not just agreeing to be nice to me?"

His smile broadened; "No...no, I think it's a very good idea; all that sea air; really being away from everybody and everything. Isn't that what people do on their honeymoon?"

"Well your father and I went to a hotel for our honeymoon, but I suppose if we'd had the cottage we might have..."

"I think that people should be alone on their honeymoon, you know, so they can really get to know each other without any distractions."

"Perhaps you're right darling, but the question is, when can we go?"

"Well," Grey replied thoughtfully, "I suppose I'd better hang in at the university until the next vac; much good it'll do me; how about you?"

The university vac is when, in about four week's time?"

"Yes."

"I'm due for a lot of leave, what shall we do, make it a whole fortnight."

Butter was trying to interpret the look he was giving her as he said, "Yes, I think the whole fortnight; no point is rushing things is there?"

"No of course not," Butter replied, feeling as if she'd won a small victory. Grey had cheered up and they seemed to have passed that dangerous corner when for a few moments they had almost done the impossible deed. 

"Who knows," she thought, "going to the cottage might sweep away those negative thoughts he has about his father, and he'll get back on track with his studies."

"Yes," she thought, "a tentative suggestion has turned out very well."

* * * * * * * * 

Butter had resolved that those few moments when, like two lovers, they had almost given full expression to their love, would be driven from her mind, but over the following weeks the memory would not go away.

There had been something about his strong young body pressed against hers, his hands on her breasts, and his penis as she had pushed her buttocks against it. 

"Should I treasure that moment?" she wondered. "Surely there could be no harm in a mother and son having warm feelings for each other, and it wasn't as if anything really happened."

She contented herself with that thought and decided that it had been an aberration in their relationship. They had both been unhappy and for a few moments were tempted to seek the consolation that a loving sexual act can give.




Butterscotch's Vacation



The contentment did not last for long. At night she lay awake wondering how it would have been if they had taken that final step and made love. Afterwards would they ever be able to look each other in the eye again, could they even go on living together?

Grey made no further approaches to her and she told herself that this was relief. She knew that if he did make another such approach they might take that final step. Did she regret his not at least trying? Yes she did, but at the same time rehearsed in her mind what admonitions she would give in the event of his trying.

"Darling, you mustn't do that, I'm your mother and sons don't do this sort of thing to their mothers;" "Stop that darling, you mustn't touch me there;" "No...no...its wrong..." But he gave her no opportunity to berate him.

She had other thoughts. He had said he loved her very much and she had told him she loved him. That was beautiful...that was how ideally it should be between mother and son. It was a love that would last a lifetime, not like some love that had its due season and then faded when a new spring arrived with its fresh flowers.

"If only," she thought, "the enduring love of mother and son could combine with it the carnal love of man and woman. Yes, that would be love at its most potent and enduring."

She asked herself what she would have done if he had not been her son; if he had been some young man she had affection for who embraced her, would she have yielded to him? She knew the answer. 

Grey had said she was beautiful, was she? Since Jeremy had left her she'd had little time for social life, but men came to the library and she had seen them looking at her eager eyed. Some of them made scarcely veiled suggestive remarks, remarks that she either ignored or passed off as a joke. 

Seeking answer to the question of her beauty she several times observed herself as objectively as she could in the long mirror. 

Looked at from any angle she was certainly not the slim young girl that Jeremy had fallen for. Her waist and hips were fuller, her breasts and nipples larger, and the nipples were now a darker shade of pink than the delicate pink of her youth.

Her face, tending towards the triangular, had been more angular when she was young, but had now softened. Her rather childlike nose that Jeremy had called "silly" was still as it had been in her youth, and her mouth had retained its slightly sybaritic look with the lower lip protruding a little beyond her upper lip. 

Jeremy had enjoyed nibbling on that lower lip. She had seen Janice a couple of times and noted that her lower lip did not protrude, in fact it was quite the opposite; her upper lip predominated; did Jeremy nibble on that, and did he look into her blue eyes as he had once looked into her near black eyes; did his hand wander through Janice's blonde hair as it has once done with her dark hair?

She had been stoical when Jeremy left her and had remained so until that evening in the kitchen with Grey when it had suddenly been all too much. A bad day had undone her, and now, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, and as she remembered how it had once been with Jeremy, she wept.

If Jeremy had enjoyed her body, tasting and smelling her, she had enjoyed his taste and smell, drinking in his semen. She recalled how he would brush the head of his penis against her lips and say, "Make me come like this." 

She would take the head of his penis into her mouth and suck until his semen spurted out of his urethra and she had swallowed it. 

She had enjoyed the experience, but had always cried out inside, "Why won't you make me pregnant, Jeremy," but she knew the answer, it was impossible because with her consent he'd had a vasectomy.

Idly she wondered if eventually Janice would want the babies he could not give her, or perhaps she did not want babies and was focused on what the famous professor could do for her future career.

"Jeremy...Jeremy, I gave you everything a woman can give and you..." But what was the use, Jeremy had gone from her life and now there was...was what?

The past was the past and could not be recalled, but Grey was the present. How long had he experienced sexual feelings for her? If, as she now suspected, since he had entered puberty or at least since his father left, how had she not recognized it? 

And what of herself, had she harboured sexual desire for Grey? She could not recall having done so until that evening in the kitchen, but who knew what desires, what passions, lurked in the dark recesses of the mind, especially when those passions had been denied consummation as they had been ever since Jeremy had ceased making love with her, and that had been some time before he finally left. 

As the day for their holiday drew near Butter began to put together the clothing she would take. This did not amount to much, a couple of light cotton dresses, jeans, shirts, shorts, underwear, but as she was looking through the draw for her swimming costume she came upon the bikini she had often worn at the cottage when the weather was fine.

This too gave rise to old memories. When sure that Grey was likely to be absent for a while Jeremy would remove her bikini and gently lay her on the large divan and then they would have what they called "a quickie." 

Butter had another cry over that, and ended up burning the bikini and buying a new one. When she got it home she tried it on in front of the long mirror. She was a trifle taken aback. "On the model in the shop window it hadn't seemed so minuscule," she thought, and the model hadn't displayed pubic hair.

She had always got rid of her pubic hair using removal wax because Jeremy had liked it that way, but since Jeremy's departure she hadn't bothered since there seemed no point, but if she was to wear this bikini there certainly was a point. She still had some wax somewhere, and after a search found it and set to work. By the time she finished her genitals were completely denuded of hair. 

To check that she had done a good job she laid on the bed, and with the aid of a hand mirror examined her self. She was quite happy with the result, and admired her firmly cleft pudenda. She slipped a finger into her vagina. Jeremy had always declared that she was very small. 

Butter didn't know whether she was small or not since she'd only ever had that vagina so had no means of comparing, just as she had no means of knowing whether Jeremy's penis was small or large since his was the only one she'd experienced. What she did know was that his erect penis always seemed to fit snugly in her vaginal tunnel.

* * * * * * * *

They drove to the cottage in their well loaded and now aging car. Butter and Jeremy had first seen the cottage when Grey was about three years old and had noted the "For Sale" sign. They had fallen in love with the place and it became for them a "must have."

Butter had wondered what effect the memories of past happy times there might have on Grey; as they drew near she wondered about herself as well.

Arriving at the cottage they were met by Alice Findlay the woman who kept an eye on the place and cleaned it after its use by holiday people who rented it. As Butter had not been near the place since her break up with Jeremy, she and Alice had not seen each other for almost three years.

They hugged and Alice said, "I don't understand it...I'll never understand it, such a happy couple," and burst into tears. 

Alice had been married to Harvey Findlay for forty five years and expected to remain married until eternity overtook them. It was beyond her comprehension that Butter and Jeremy had divorced.

After some Alice consoling by Butter Alice saw Grey and gave him a hug and there were more tears and consoling.

"Look at him...just look at him," Alice said, "You was just a little 'un when you first came here, and look at you now. My goodness, he's grown up a big handsome lad, just like..."

She was going to add "like his father," but stopped herself in time and laughing went on, "just like that bloke that played 007 in those films. You could tempt an old woman to forget her marriage vows young man, yes, you could."

"You're as gorgeous as the first time I saw you," he said, and Alice slapped him playfully across the cheek saying, "Get away with you young Grey or I'll..." She burst into tears again.

They eventually managed to get from Alice that she'd "cleaned the place inside and out and upside and downside," and then still slightly tearful, she left them to settle in.

Butter thought it strange that she did not feel the pain of lost happiness. It was as if a new beginning was symbolized by the cottage. 

She watched Grey anxiously to see if he was experiencing pangs of past memories, but he seemed perfectly happy, even euphoric. 

They unloaded and stowed away and then Butter made a thorough inspection of the cottage. Alice had certainly done a good job, and in addition she'd left some frozen food in the refrigerator: a meat pie, a lamb curry and some fillets of fish. She put the meat pie out to unfreeze in readiness for the evening meal.

Meanwhile Grey had taken a look outside. There was no garden as such since there was no one to look after it. Instead they had planted trees suited to the sandy soil. Grey saw that there were a couple of trees that had died, and made a mental note to replace them while they were at the cottage. 

He heard Butter call out "Tea's made," and he went inside the cottage. As they drank the tea Butter said, "What about if we go for a swim when we've finished."

Grey said he wouldn't go for a swim just yet, and explained about the dead trees and said he'd set about removing them ready for a new planting. "I'll go for swim once I've worked up a sweat," he grinned.

"Oh, all right," Butter replied, a bit miffed that he'd chosen not to swim with her, and she went off to her bedroom to change into her bikini. 

Grey had lingered on looking at a magazine that was about nine months old that had been left behind by one of the renters. 

Butter came into the lounge bikini clad and armed with a beach towel. Grey glanced up at her, went back to reading the magazine only to suddenly jerk his head up and stare as Butter.

For several seconds he was lost for words, but finally stuttered, "Mer-mum, the-that's ner-not the one you..." 

"No, I bought this one for our hol...is it all right...you don't think it's too young for me?" she asked anxiously.

Under Grey's gaze Butter felt as if she was blushing all over.

"Yes...I mer-mean ner-no, you looked...er...look fabulous."

Butter's breasts were almost naked to the nipples, and the outline of her pudenda was clearly defined by the cloth where it passed under her crotch. 

Poor Grey. He felt his manhood hardening in readiness for the primeval act of reproducing the species. 

Secretly Butter was pleased with Grey's response, and was not so naïve not to know what the growing lump in his groin meant, but she said coyly "I don't look fabulous."

Grey stammered "I...I...the-think you...you...I'd better go and get on with removing those trees," and with that he hurried from the cottage.

Butter made her way down the track to the beach, one part of her gratified at Grey's response to her, and at the same time wondering if she had not made a mistake buying the bikini, and above all, letting Grey see her in it. 

"I should have been warned," she thought, "that time in the kitchen when we nearly did it, I'm being cruel."

She came out onto the beach and was relieved to find it empty apart from some children playing with dog a long way off. She entered the water but only swam around briefly because she felt it wasn't much fun on her own, and so she spread her beach towel and lay down.

She dozed off and when she awoke it was to see Grey swimming some distance away from her. 

"He must have worked up his sweat," she thought, "but why is he so far away from me?"

She sighed, "Don't say he's in one of his moods. What's happened now, have I offended him?" she wondered.

She rose, picked up her towel, and made her way back to the cottage. She was in the midst of preparing some vegetables to go with the pie when Grey came in. It was apparent that he had done some purchasing as well. He was wearing new swimming shorts that were roughly the male equivalent of Butter's bikini bottoms, giving a splendid view of manhood.

It was Butter's turn to stare; in fact they were both staring because Butter had not changed from her bikini. 

"You...er...bought new swimming shorts," she said.

"Yes."

"They look very...very nice."

Butter saw the growing lump at his groin, and then to her amazement the purple head of Grey's penis emerged from the top of the shorts, shining with pre-cum.

Not having seen Grey's penis since the days when she used to wash it when he was little, in her bewilderment she thought, "It's not possible it can't be that big."

It would have been Grey's turn to blush, but it seemed that his blood had become centred in his genitals. Whether like Butter over her bikini he now regretted his choice of shorts is unknown, but it was too late now.

Butter was responding to the signs of Grey's arousal. She wondered if the fluid that was being discharged from her vagina was showing on what little cloth passed under her crotch, and if her hardened nipples were visible.

She felt herself trembling, yet strangely not with fear, but as if her body was preparing itself for what she had denied Grey and herself in the kitchen some weeks before.

She knew that if he made a move now she would submit. To try and forestall such a move she said, "I...I'd better get on with the vegetables," and turned away.

Turning away was a fatal error. As on the previous occasion Grey came up behind her and put his arms around her. His mouth close to her ear he whispered, "I love you."

Butter started to say one of the rebukes she had rehearsed in her head for precisely such an occasion as this; "Darling I don't think you should say that to..."

She was too late. His hands were over her breasts, gently caressing them. 

"My God I want you," he whispered as he pushed down her bikini top to take her naked breasts in his hands.

She turned in his arms saying, "We can't I'm you're..."

He stopped her speech with a kiss, and instinctively she opened her lips to receive his probing searching tongue as she leaned into him, feeling his penis pressing against her stomach.

His hand pushed down her bikini bottom and began to gently massage her pudenda. 

She was lost; she wanted him as much as he wanted her; she needed him; her body, long denied sexual fulfillment was screaming its demands. 

"Oh darling...darling, I love you, I need you...I need you...she gasped."

He swept her up into his arms and carried her into the lounge and laid her on the divan; the divan on which she and Jeremy had made love. He removed her bikini completely and she lay there in an attitude of surrender as he took off his shorts.

It was then she saw clearly the reality that previously she had been scarce able to believe.

"Darling, you'll be careful won't you; you'll be gentle because I'm very small?"

Small?"

"My vagina, it's very tight and you're so big; be careful darling, don't hurt me." 

Her legs were spread wide as he came over her saying, "I'll be very gentle, mother."

She felt the head of his penis touch her pudenda and then the entrance to her vagina. As it slipped into her she gave a gasp, as if anticipating pain, but there was none. 

Grey did not penetrate her with his full length to start with, but pushed in a little way, and then drew back to push again a little deeper, as he repeated these movements he kept asking if he was hurting her.

"No darling," she reassured him, "it feels lovely." And indeed it was lovely; she fitted tightly round him, but finally growing impatient she suddenly cried out, "Give it to me Grey...give it all to me...I want it."

He plunged his full length into her a she gave a loud gasping cry as she felt him touch the top of her vagina. 

"I'm hurting you," he said.

"No...no darling...no...I want it...do it to me...do it to me hard...I need you...I need you..."

To her repeated cries of, "Deeper...deeper darling..." Grey intensified his thrusts until to his puzzlement Butter's cries changed to, "You're making me come...don't...don't...I don't want to...its torment...no darling don't make me...oh-wa...don't stop...don't stop...oh-wa...oh...oh...ah...darling I'm coming...come with me...let me feel it...oh I love you...I...oh my God...oh-waaa..."

As her climax took over she felt Grey's hot young sperm burst into her, dragging screams from her, "Yes...yes...deep...in me...deeper...I want it...I want it..."

She felt that Grey had sent her to some paradise where all her sexual dreams had come true. As good as it had been with Jeremy it had never been as fulfilling as this. 

Grey finished ejaculating before Butter had completed her orgasm. For a moment she thought he was going to withdraw from her and she was about to plead with him not to when he did something that Jeremy had never done. 

Holding his penis in his hand Grey guided its head to her clitoris, and exerted gentle pulsating pressure on it.

This drew cries of ecstatic pleasure from Butter, who as her orgasm passed left her sobbing with joy. Afterwards she was to wonder where Grey had learned this, but decided it was better not to ask.

Together they lay in post-coital languor one of Grey's hands tenderly fondling her breast.

"I love you mother," Grey murmured, "and I'll never leave you."

Butter did not know whether to believe his words or not. "Perhaps," she thought, "he's simply grateful to me for letting him empty his testes into me, but if we remain lovers for the rest of the vacation it will be wonderful. 

She moved so that his head lay between her breasts, and he murmured the words that always seemed to haunt her, "I could eat you."

She placed her hand under one of her breasts and moved its nipple to his mouth saying, "Then eat me, darling."

He took the nipple into his mouth, and although not exactly eating her, sucked and licked that tender morsel while she squealed with delight. 

Butter wondered why she had denied herself all this pleasure that evening in the kitchen.

If Butter thought -- which she didn't -- that Grey, having enjoyed her once would seek no further sexual pleasure with her, she would have been wrong. He made good his words, "I could eat you," by striving to consume every nook and cranny of her body. Always his explorations ended with her genitals, with either him kneeling between her thighs as he licked and sucked, and seeming to enjoy her female fragrance and taste, or she lowering her sexual organs to his mouth and tongue for his loving ministrations. 

She in turn tasted him and without demure swallowed his sperm. Hence their exchange of bodily fluids was not limited to their genitals, but, as it where, included mouth to mouth exchanges.

Butter ceased to compare Grey with Jeremy. Grey was her lover, and that was enough, but deep down Butter knew that a price might be paid for the pleasure they found in each other, and it was a price she was willing to pay, and even looked forward to.

Their vacation came to an end, and despite the frequency of their sexual activities, the new trees did get planted. Perhaps this was symbolic of their new found satisfaction in each other.

* * * * * * * *

I have questioned Butter about whether she knew that her fertility would lead to its logical outcome. When questioned on the subject she smiles and says, "What greater test of a man's love is there than to tell him you are pregnant, and for him not to run away?" 

I have to admit, Grey has not run away; his essay and exam results now have A- inscribed on them, and he seems to be supremely happy with his lover and daughter, who was named "Peppermint." 




Butterscotch's Vacation



It chanced that Jeremy, on discovering that his beloved Janice was not as forthcoming in bed as she had been before they married, tried to return to the bosom of Butter, only to be told that he had been superseded -- although not by whom - and would best content himself with Janice. 

Butter, who was not normally given to crude language, put it to Jeremy that he should, "Fuck off," because she had found someone more adjusted to her needs. 

Butter and Grey produced one more child whom they named Mint.