0 comments/ 10642 views/ 1 favorites Dark & Stormy By: ice2468 BOOM! Another crack of thunder bellowed around me. The summer skies had opened up and the rain had really started to come down. I could barely see the road enough to drive, and I still had about 50 miles to go before I reached my hotel. I pulled off the nearest exit into a small town right off the interstate. About the only thing I could find open was the town bar & grill. I dashed inside. My shirt and slacks got wet just from that. I looked around. There were a few patrons scattered around. I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, hoping this storm would pass quickly. The only other patron seated at the bar was a nice-looking woman some distance away. She had straight, light brown hair just past her shoulders, ample breasts. She had on an attractive white blouse with a sleek, dark skirt, an outfit that was professional but still oozed sexuality. A guy who was seated at one of the tables with his buddies came up to the woman. This guy was blitzed to high hell, and very obnoxious. He fed the woman a terrible, drunken line, to which she countered with a very witty put-down. I chuckled, both at the lack of class this guy showed and in admiration of her response. She glanced in my direction. I tipped my drink to her. She responded with a smile that indicated we understood each other. I kept sipping my drink while my eyes darted between the TV at the bar and the woman. I think I caught her taking subtle glimpses at me. Then, nothing - just darkness and silence. The power had gone out, almost certainly knocked out by the storm. In the silence you could here the storm raging outside. The emergency lighting kicked in, providing just enough light to walk around safely but nothing else. The woman at the bar got up and walked past me toward a back exit. On her way by she whispered in my ear, "Follow me." I was puzzled and just watched her for a second out the back door. Having nothing better to do, and given that she was an attractive woman, I soon followed her out the door. In the darkness I didn't see the steps right outside the door and stumbled down them only to be caught by the mysterious woman. "Tha-," I tried to thank her but was interrupted when she pulled me against her and kissed me full on the mouth. Her kiss was aggressive and passionate. I felt her tongue searching for mine. Her body pressed up against me. Her hands reach around to my ass and pulled my hips against hers. I placed one hand on the small of her back and ran the other up and down the back of her blouse. Of course, it was wet - we were outside, in the middle of the storm, rain pouring over us. She broke off from my mouth and went down my neck to the vee in my shirt. She unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, pulled it aside and kissed my chest, and continued with more buttons. I looked ahead but could not see anything except during the frequent lightning flashes, which revealed that we were in an alley, naturally deserted. I could feel the rain running down my bare shoulders because she had completed unbuttoning my shirt and shoved it apart down my arms. I wrestled it off and toss it on the ground while she swirled her tongue around my bare left nipple. With one hand she ran her fingers across my bare back. With the other she unzipped my pants and reached into stroke my now hardening cock. She then moved over to tease my other nipple with her tongue. A flash of lightning struck somewhere nearby and the ensuing thunder was deafening. During the flash of lightning I saw her eyes looking at me, begging me to fuck her. I pushed her up against the brick wall of the building behind her. I placed both hands inside the opening between the buttons in the front of her blouse. My elbows out, I ripped the blouse open. She had a front-clasping bra, which I also ripped open. I bent over and sucked on one nipple while rolling the other in my finger. My sucking was hard, firm, not gentle, scraping the nipple between my teeth as I sucked it in and then out. I reached under her skirt to find a damp thong, not damp from the rain. I massaged her pussy underneath the thin layer of fabric. She was writing her hips in time to my motion. I kissed my way up from her breasts to her neck, sucking each part of the skin as it went. I leaned against her, trapping her between myself and the brick wall behind her. I used the leverage to rub harder against her clit. She was getting really turned on. "Fuck me, oh, fuck me," she begged. I slid the thong to one side, lifted the front of her skirt, and slid my cock inside. Initially I slid my cock in and out by bending and straightening my knees slightly. But we needed more leverage. I took my hands and lifted her legs. She wrapped them around my back and my cock slid further inside. I rocked back and forth, fucking her against the wall. She was being held up by my hands on her ass, my cock, and the wall behind her. My fucking got more and more intense. The hard rough surface of the wall behind her only served to heighten the pleasure she got with each thrust. Another flash of lightning lit up her face. She had her head leaned back against the wall and was letting the rain pour over her face. With my continued fucking, she hung on to me as if for dear life, digging her nails into my bare back. A loud clap of thunder from yet another flash of lightning seemed to roll through our bodies and we proceeded toward climax. I could feel the cum swelling in my balls. I was listening to the moans get increasingly louder from her. We were both lost in the sensation of rain, thunder, and fucking. Her moans turned into screams, doused by the rain. With the next clap of thunder we both erupted in orgasm. I continued to hold her and kiss her for a minute, letting us both come down slowly from the intensity, as the storm seemed to subside. She unwrapped her legs, and I helped her stand on her own - now wobbly - legs. She bent over and picked up my soaked shirt and handed it to me. She got herself put back together and gave me a kiss goodbye. She walked away in one direction and I in the other. I found a towel in my car and dried off a bit before driving the remaining distance to the hotel. Dark & Stormy Night Lethe scowled irritably as he walked down the dark sidewalk. As if work hadn't been shitty enough, an annoying light drizzle had started as soon as he left the club. He hadn't been able to light a cigarette for it. And he sorely needed one. That or a stiff drink, he wasn't sure which. His clothing was clammy from the damp and a thin trickle of rainwater was running down the collar of his shirt, right the line of his spine. "Fuck," he muttered as the heel of his boot caught on a crack in the sidewalk. He glanced up at the dark façade of the apartment building where he was currently living. Every single window was dark, the only hint of inhabitance the faint flicker of candles in a few of the windows. "Power must be out…again." He sighed, fishing the key out of the front pocket of his tight black jeans, unlocking the foyer door and stepping inside. His nose wrinkled slightly as he caught the familiar smells of the tenement. 3B must have had liver and onions for dinner, he though as he place a hand on the banister, starting up the stairs for his own apartment. He caught a whiff of other odors here and there. The familiar pine oil scent from 1A; the old woman that lived there cleaned religiously, and a very interesting hint of smoke from 6C. Lethe smirked as he passed that landing, filing that away for future reference. He'd have to remind them that it's only polite to share. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a decent joint. He finally reached the eighth floor, boots thumping softly on the tile as he made his way down the pitch black hall. The only hint of illumination came from the skuzzy window at the end of the hall. Fortunately, the door of his apartment was right next to it and even though he had to squint he was able to get his key in the lock. He turned the knob, hearing the locks clicking as they opened, and pushed the door open. The apartment was just as dark as the hallway outside and he fumed as he kicked the door shut, hearing all the locks reset. Figures, he thought as he started unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He shivered as he peeled the damp material away from the green skin it had molded itself to, pulling the tails out of the waistband of his jeans. Shirt unbuttoned, framing a lean chest, he sat down on the coffee table to pull off his boots, tossing them toward the corner. His head came up, pointed ears flicking at a faint sound from the other room. What was that…? He eased up off the table, hand going to his back pocket and the butterfly knife tucked inside, pulling it out and flipping it open with practiced ease. Had someone taken advantage of the power outage to break into his place? Well, they weren't going to get much, seeing as he didn't own anything worth stealing. He padded silently over to the closed bedroom door, hesitating a moment to listen. All was silent now, but oddly enough, he thought he caught the sweet scent of jasmine from the other side of the door. He placed his hand on the knob, turning and pushing all in one smooth motion. Knife ready, sapphire eyes flashing with a faint crimson edge, he stood framed in the doorway, menace exuding from his posture. He wasn't being robbed, was his first coherent thought upon the sight that met his startled eyes. The room was lit with the warm glow of several fat round candles, from which the heady aroma emanated. And on the bed… "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to come in here or not." The voice was sultry, slightly husky with a hint of amusement, the sort of voice that made men's hearts beat faster. Lethe was no exception, all irritation from his lousy night fading away as he looked over the woman lounging on the bed. She was tall and slim, but not waifish, full breasts and lush hips filling out the black lace negligee to perfection. The golden candlelight warmed her pale green skin, amber eyes flickering much like the small flames as she regarded him steadily. The corner of Lethe's mouth turned up slowly, a white fang glinting against full lips as he relaxed, the knife disappearing into his pocket. "Sasori," he said, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossing over bare chest. "What brings you here?" She shrugged negligently, the thin black strap of her teddy slipping to bare a smooth shoulder. "Thought I'd give you a little surprise," she said, lounging in the pillows at the head of the bed. The black and maroon mounds framed her perfectly, her tousled cap of short emerald-black hair spread out over the one behind her head. She moved an arm with casual deliberation, resting it above her head, the motion making her breasts press upward. Lethe's eyes narrowed, roving slowly over her, from the top of her head, over the heart shaped face, down the slender line of her neck, pausing a moment to note that she was either cold or aroused, down the flat plane of her stomach, the smirk widening a bit at the black lace panties, before sweeping down the long long legs. He had a sudden mental image of those legs wrapped around his waist as he rode her mercilessly into the mattress and his entire body tightened in response. Sasori couldn't help but to react as his eyes moved over her body almost like a caress. Her eyes half lidded, nipples tightening and a familiar warmth sparking low in the pit of her stomach as she noticed the front of his jeans tenting a bit. "What's wrong, Lethe," she purred, shifting slightly atop the comforter. "You don't like…surprises?" He pushed off the doorway, arms falling to his sides, fangs flashing in a quick grin. "Oh, I just love surprises, Sasori. Why don't you surprise me some more?" He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it slide down his body to fall on the floor in a forgotten pile of material. The candlelight danced over dark green skin, brightening the bits of pink on shoulders, arms and lean stomach as he stepped into the room, the door closing softly behind him. Sasori's eyes sparked with an answering heat, hands moving to slide over her stomach, coming up to cup full breasts. "I think I may have something in mind," she said, voice breathy as her fingers caressed the silk covered skin, nipples growing even harder. Lethe growled appreciatively, taking another step toward the bed. Gods, he loved how aggressive she was, in bed and out. Sasori moaned softly, head tilting back as she touched herself, pinching the hardened nubs between a thumb and forefinger, rolling them, working herself up slowly. She smirked when she heard his response, one hand leaving her breasts, moving up to her mouth, a finger sliding between her lips. She sucked on it for a moment, then pulled it out, eyes never leaving his as she pushed aside the teddy, baring a breast to him. The already hard nipple tightened even more as she touched it with a cool, damp fingertip, swirling around and around. The look in his dark blue eyes was pure lust as he watched her, his erection straining almost painfully against the stiff fabric of his jeans, and when his eyes met hers, he read her smug amusement at his predicament. Her eyes stayed on his as she continued to play with her breasts, then one hand left the firm mounds, sliding downward over the material covering her stomach. The hand hesitated only a moment, then disappeared into the waistband of her panties. Sasori couldn't believe how hot it was making her to touch herself in front of him. This was a game they'd never played before, but she was enjoying it. She parted her folds with a finger, not surprised to find that she was already slick and hot. A low animal noise came from her throat as she moved her finger down, brushing it over the top of her clitoris. Lethe's eyes widened at that, taking another step toward the bed, hands clenching at his sides. He wanted so badly to just pounce on her and take her right then, but this was something new and he was riveted, unable to look away. He jumped, startled when lightening flashed outside the bedroom window, the thunder rattling the panes as the storm fell in earnest. Sasori also jerked when the lightening lit the room, but because she had slid a finger into her wet depths, muscles tightening on the digit. Her gasp of pleasure drew his attention back to the bed, an answering rumble building in his chest at the sight of her. She lay on her back, feet braced against the mattress, legs spread wide, only the black scrap of her panties hiding her from his view. His breathing grew raspy as he watched her pleasuring herself, moving closer yet again. His hands were tightly fisted at his sides, fighting the rising urge to grab her as she writhed on the bed before him. She was breathing in soft little gasps, eyes open wide and staring up blindly as she drove her body toward the edge. He leaned over just a bit, inhaling the musky scent of her skin, tongue flicking out to lick his lips in anticipation. It was agony to watch her as her hips bucked against the bed and the sweat began to glisten on her skin, but it was exquisite agony and he was savoring every moment of it. He gazed down at her with predatory intensity, reading her like a favorite book. She was right there, teetering over the edge… She just needed a small nudge to fall over. He leaned in closer, lips near her delicately pointed ear. "I want to hear you scream when you come," he whispered, voice a low, husky growl, then he nipped the lobe of her ear with a fang tip. She jerked at that, her entire body shuddering, head thrown back as she screamed her pleasure aloud. His voice and that one touch had been all she needed to explode like a rocket. Once she was spent, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting softly, the occasional tremor running over her as she collected herself. Lethe couldn't take any more, his hand stroking up and down the front of his jeans, making a small noise in his throat. One gold eye opened at that, and a catlike smile curved her lips upward. She rolled with lithe grace, coming up on all four then began to crawl toward him like a panther on the prowl. Lethe watched this with amusement, hand still moving over himself as she drew nearer. She batted his hand away with a playful growl, nimble fingers popping the button and pulling the zipper down with excruciating slowness. His hard length sprang out of its confinement, almost right into her hand. "Looks like someone is glad to see me," she said, chuckling softly as she wrapped her fingers around the silky, warm shaft, her free hand pushing his jeans down around his knees. His hips jerked slightly at that, a low rumble escaping. "Oh, he's ALWAYS glad to see you," he replied, a hand threading into her tousled hair. She snorted softly at that, breath brushing over the deep green head, making him jump slightly in her grip. "He'd better be," she said, hand moving slowly down his length. He hissed at that, eyes closing when her hand began to travel back up. She closed her hand around the soft head, stroking gently, thumb sliding over and around. He moaned at that, fingers tightening in her hair. "Oh, yeah…" he sighed appreciatively as she pumped him, her warm hand sliding back and forth over his hardened member. A clear drop of pre-cum had already oozed out, glistening on the tip of his shaft. Sasori chuckled, a low knowing sound suited for nefarious deeds, and leaned closer, lips parting . Lethe groaned at the first touch of her tongue as it lapped away the evidence of his arousal, body tightening in anticipation. She swirled her tongue around him like an ice cream cone and his eyes closed, teeth baring in a grimace of pleasure. Her tongue slid down the underside of his rigid penis, lapping at the soft sack hanging between his legs. He let out a muffled curse as she sucked one of the round globes into her mouth, tongue sliding over it delicately. She pulled back just a bit, and he looked down, wondering what she was about to do. His question was soon answered when she moved with startling speed, gulping his entire length into her mouth. The tip nudged the back of her throat and she relaxed her throat muscles, letting it slide down until her mouth rested against his body. Lethe's head tilted back, seeing double for a moment as she worked him with her mouth. She then pulled back, creating suction and he moaned, hips moving slightly. She repeated the process a few more times, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and chest as he fought for control. She pulled away with a smirk and looked up at him, something challenging in her eyes. Lethe responded immediately, stepping back to kick off his jeans, then he placed a hand on her shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed. "Tease," he growled playfully, a knee pressing down into the mattress as he crawled onto the bed. She lay where she had fallen, sprawled provocatively, amber eyes watching him as he crept closer to her. His hand shot out, fisting in the front of the teddy, and he yanked her toward him, the material protesting the rough treatment. He smirked down at her, fingers relaxing, opening to rest over her rib cage. He could feel her heart pounding against them as he moved even closer, bare inches separating them. His head lowered, lips brushing over hers slowly, teasing much as she had earlier. Her lips parted slightly, tongue flicking out to sample the familiar smoky flavor of his skin. He made a small noise at that, deepening the kiss, a hand sliding upward to claim a breast as he plumbed the moist depths of her mouth, their tongues engaging in a sinuous mating dance that stoked the fires between them. She shuddered beneath him as his palm slid over her hardened nipple, stimulating the sensitive area even more. She moaned softly into his mouth, back arching as she pressed herself against him, a long slender leg wrapping around his, the shades of green blending together in the soft light of the candles. He rumbled at that, the sound deep in his chest, and pulled back a bit to look down at her. She smirked back at him, lips slightly swollen from their kiss, amber eyes daring him to go further. Lethe smirked back, fingers trailing over the lace at the top of her teddy. Without warning, he moved, both hand grasping the material and ripping it asunder. The silk parted with an almost human scream of distress, the ragged edges slipping away to bare her body to his lustful gaze. She jerked at that, eyes widening, her body responding to his violence with a liquid rush of arousal. "Lethe…" she moaned, back arching slightly, offering her breasts up to him. He took immediate advantage, one hand closing over a plump mound as his mouth found the other, fangs grazing lightly over delicate skin. She shuddered at that, a hand coming up to the back of his head, the other fisting in the sheets. Something lightly brushed her chin and she blinked, trying to focus. His slim antennae were only centimeters from her face and she couldn't resist. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to flick the small knob at the end of a long stalk. Lethe immediately tensed at that, a warning growl in the back of his throat. She laughed huskily, and sucked the appendage into her mouth. Lethe's eyes widened and he saw stars for a moment as sensation overwhelmed him. He growled again, but in pleasure this time, chest vibrating with the low feral sound. She ran her tongue over the knob again, chuckling softly when his hips twitched in response. His eyes widened a bit more when she laughed, the sound vibrated up and down the nerves in his antenna, sending his arousal to an almost painful level. He decided to retaliate, teeth clamping down on her turgid nipple, tongue flicking back and forth lazily. Her breath caught at that, legs winding around him tighter and he pulled away, freeing his antenna from her mouth. He nuzzled the soft flesh, lips feathering little kisses all over her but never touching her most sensitive areas. It took only a minute or so of this torment to have her writhing beneath him, a pained look on her face as small mewling noises escaped her. He paused a moment to smirk down at her. He couldn't hold back any longer; if he didn't take her now, he'd explode. But damned if he was going to make it easy. He shifted just a bit, parting her legs and settling between them, weight resting on his knees. He reached down, long fingers wrapping around his rock hard shaft and then grinned wickedly, fangs flashing in the dim light. Her eyes opened when he moved away, focusing on him as he readied himself. His free hand found her panties, snapping the strings easily, the thin strip of material joining the ruined teddy on the floor, and his grin made her eyes narrow, wondering what sort of delicious torture he had in store for her now. It didn't take long for her to find out as he began to rub her slowly with the head of his erection. The round knob parted her damp folds and moved up and down with excruciating slowness, sliding over her throbbing clit and then back down to dip briefly into her warm tunnel. Lethe gritted his teeth, keeping the smirk in place as he tormented them both. "Is this what you want?" he growled roughly, the flickering lightening outside giving his face a demonic cast as he hovered over her. Sasori growled back, legs wrapping tighter around his hips, bucking every time that he rubbed over her. Her amber eyes flashed with thwarted desire as he continued to tease her, and her sharp nails dug into his shoulders, drawing an answering hiss from him. Still he persisted, refusing to close the distance between them. Her head thrashed from side to side, body tensing as she ever so slowly climbed the pinnacle toward another orgasm. Finally she couldn't take any more. "YES, DAMN YOU, YES!" she screamed, nails raking down his back, drawing blood. The pain only added to his pleasure as he drove into her fiercely, burying himself to the hilt in her welcoming depths. Her legs wound tighter around him, holding him in as she shook in ecstasy. But he wasn't about to let her have all the enjoyment. He started a hard, fast rhythm, the mattress creaking in protest as their movements shook the bed frame. His buttocks tensed and flexed as he moved in and out of her, her muscles clamping down on his hard shaft, reluctant to let it leave but welcoming it as it returned. "Ah…gods…"he panted, head bowed as he pistoned furiously. "You feel…so damn good…" She couldn't reply except to move harder against him, spurring him onward. He dug his toes into the mattress, feeling the familiar tightening in his nether regions. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He lowered his head, lips brushing her ear, breath tickling over the skin. She turned her head slightly, lips meeting his cheek and he responded, his mouth covering hers as they kissed deeply. Her hands tightened on his back as his fierce thrusts pushed her over the edge again, her shriek muffled by his mouth. His eyes narrowed as her inner muscles gripped him and he could no longer hold back, hips pressing tightly against hers as he convulsed, his seed flooding her depths. She cried out again at the warm invasion, tearing her mouth away from his, calling out his name as she managed a fourth orgasm. "Lethe!!" His eyes closed at that, arms tightening around her as he slumped down on her, his weight pressing her deeper into the mattress. "Ah, Sasori," he whispered, head resting on her shoulder. She smiled slowly at that, utterly spent, legs sliding slowly down his, basking in the delicious afterglow. Of all the lovers she had had in the past, only he could so completely satisfy her. It was something that both delighted and terrified her. He shifted slightly, his softening member slipping out of her, causing him to shudder again. He felt utterly exhausted, but it was a satisfied exhaustion and he didn't want to move away from her damp body, but he did, rolling to her side and sitting up just a bit. He snagged the blanket, pulling it up over their cooling bodies and curled around her, arms around her waist and chin resting on her shoulder. She purred at that, snuggling back against him, her buttocks brushing his now limp manhood and he chuckled. "Sorry, but I think he needs a little time to recover," he murmured, lips brushing her ear again. She chuckled at that, eyes growing heavy. Dark & Stormy Night The shrill ring of the telephone woke me up from a deep sleep, as I reach over to the bedside table and pick up the receiver I hear your deep breathing down the line. I am immediately turned on; I say nothing – only listen to your commands "Leave the key under the front doormat and wait for me, don't go to sleep" As I lay there in the darkness waiting for your arrival I can feel myself getting wet with anticipation, the waiting game always made me horny and you knew it. I was prepared for you to make me wait and as usual you didn't disappoint me. I thought of all the things you would do to me when you got to my room and all the discipline you would administer on my body and me. I had been going the gym regularly for about a year now and my body was in peak condition, toned and smooth with not a hair on my body, my pussy was shaved freshly that morning and I had gone to bed in nothing but my Chanel Mademoiselle perfume which you know as my signature scent. I could hear the door unlock and gently shut; you put one foot on the stairs and proceeded to climb, after a few seconds I hear you grip the door handle of my room and as you enter the door creaks. Not a work was said; you looked at me for a brief moment and pulled the bedding back to reveal my naked, toned body. I felt your hands brush against my breasts and neck, you put a sight pressure on my throat and I gasped with excitement. As you turned me over on my front you went to the wardrobe and took out 4 silk scarves and took my left arm in your hand and tied my wrist to the bed, you did the same with my right and blindfolded me with the other scarf. I heard to reach over again and a few seconds later I felt the familiar sting of the leather whip. The whip was favourite of yours, it was a small cat-o-nine tails and felt and amazing when you spanked my pert ass with, you spanked me hard and feelings of pleasure and pain rushed through my body like a train. After five minutes of discipline you slip your fore-finger into my wet pussy and slowly slip it out again, firstly you taste my juices and then offer me your finger which I suck, desperate to taste myself. As you pressed into me I could feel your rock hard cock through your jeans, I heard you unzip them and throw them on the floor, a second later you slipped your cock into my pussy I gasped again, this time with pleasure, you thrust a few times and withdraw, you knew I was on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm but you make me wait by putting your cock into my awaiting mouth this being my treat, I love the taste of cock and love nothing better than sucking on yours tasting your cum and allowing it to dribble down my chin, I sucked your length tasting both you, and myself. As you pushed deeper into my throat I felt the final scarf round my neck, getting tighter and tighter and then release again. You ran your hands down my body and spanked my bare ass again with your hand. With that I heard the KY jelly tube open and felt you put a glob onto my puckering ass-hole and another onto your penis. As you wanked over me I felt one finger slip inside my ass and then 2 and in one foul swoop you pushed you thick hard cock into my ass. You pushed deeper and deeper, harder and harder and then the familiar feel of silk round me neck again this time more urgent, you pulled tighter on the scarf making me feel light-headed but giving me the biggest sexual high in the process, I felt myself contracting inside and came stronger than ever before, a few seconds later I felt you fill my ass with you hot cum, the scarf loosened and you withdrew your penis and watched the cum run out over the bed. You got untied me, kissed me once and got dressed. Not a single word was said as you walked out the door and down the stairs and out of the front door. Dark and Stormy Night It was a dark and stormy night. Cliche, but true. I laid in the bed, listening to the rain, and waiting for sleep to come claim me. So, that I could visit the world where he would belong to me instead of her. I love my Mom. Don't get me wrong. And she has had it so rough that she deserved something special when she left the sperm donor that caused me to exist. I refuse to call that asshole "father". But, I saw him first, dammit. Ok, maybe not. But, I didn't know when I did see him that they were already a couple. I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom had taken me shopping for clothes for school. I was fourteen and would much rather be in the bookstore next door. "Fine." Mom sighed, finally, while we were in line to pay. "Go ahead." I probably left a doppler effect in my wake. Getting out of the store and next door. I made a beeline for my favorite section and began scanning for new books by my favorite authors. "Can I help you find something?" I half turned, prepared to explain, yet again, that I was older than I looked and didn't need the children's books thanks when I saw him. It wasn't that his clothes fit him badly, mind you. Quite the contrary, actually, as that shirt molded itself to his broad shoulders and tapered to tuck into pants that hugged every curve of his thick, muscular legs. He just looked like he should be on a beach somewhere in nothing but a speedo. Probably selling something. My mouth felt like all the moisture had been sucked out of it. What the hell was he doing in my bookstore, in my little town? "Everything all right?" "Fine." I answered faintly, my eyes fixating on those grey eyes. "Just fine. How are you?" "I'm good, thank you for asking." He smiled and I felt like I had just melted into a puddle. "Were you looking for anything in particular? Or just browsing?" "Browsing," I said. The wrong answer as he nodded and turned and walked away. I hated to see him leave. But, watching him go was a real treat as those slacks bunched around the nicest butt I had seen in my short life. Hell, it is still the nicest and I've seen a lot more since. "So, did you find anything?" Mom interrupted dreams that I didn't really understand as yet. How can I put this nicely? I was a bit... behind my classmates in the division between boys and girls and exactly what it meant for me personally. Oh, I understood where babies came from and such. Probably better than my classmates since I actually took the time to read. Sorry. That was ugly and uncalled for. Anyway, I knew the mechanics. But, why exactly a girl would want to let a boy do those things to her was beyond me. At least until I met him. Losing a school girl crush to your Mom, sucks. I don't know how else to say it. I'm not much into melodrama. But, my fourteen year old self wanted to die when he came to the house one evening just as I had dreamed and then took my mom out to dinner. The thing is, a lot of things get crushed. But, sometimes, like with coal for example, the more you try to crush it, the stronger it becomes. You see, he didn't just look good. He read. And as he spent more time around my mother, he spent more time around me as well. And we had similar taste in books. And smart? I truly believe that he could have been or done anything he wanted to. I remember this one science project I had... Never mind. You are already wondering when I'm going to get back to that dark and stormy night, I'm sure. I'll get there. But, it's important to me that you see why I did what I did. Anyway, he was quite a bit younger than Mom. Actually, he was closer to my age than he was to hers. I started to have these fantasies that he would see me and decide that he wanted me instead of her. I think if he had, I would have gotten over him. But, it was still a fantasy I had. That house of cards came tumbling down when they married when I was sixteen. I know it probably puzzled him when I pulled him aside and begged him to make Mom happy and then cried on his chest until his shirt was soaked. He had no idea how hard it was for me to keep my mouth shut when the preacher asked if there was anyone who saw any reason these two should not be joined. But, saying "because I want him" at your own mother's wedding is a bit much. I think I'll skip over the next two years. Let's just say I didn't take the disappointment well and acted out a little. The big climax, if I may be permitted the pun, was when the cops pulled me out of a van with a lot of alcohol and no clothing. And I was the only girl with six boys. I suppose you might say that I was trying to find the quality he had in quantity. The courts decided I needed to go away for awhile. I came home on my eighteenth birthday. He picked me up at the bus station. When he hugged me and kissed the top of my head and told me that he had missed me, it did what two years of acting out and three months of that place couldn't. It broke me totally. I cried into his shirt once more like a hurt child. I don't know how long I cried, but the bus had left once more and we were the only people still standing around that didn't work there. "Come on." He said gently. "Let me take you home." Home. He was my home. No matter what, I would not forget that again. At home, though, things were strange. Mom had decorated and baked a cake. And both seemed really really happy to see me. But, there was a ... tension between them that I didn't understand. Finally, I got Mom alone. "Mom?" I asked. "Is everything okay between you and Dad?" "Of course, it is sweetie." Mom busied herself picking up the debris from our dinner. "What a thing to ask." "Mom?" I got up and wormed my way under her arm. I twisted my head to look up at her as I clasped my hands around her waist. "Mom, you know I'll just ask him if you don't tell me." "And he would probably tell you too." She sighed. "You two always were like two peas in a pod." I was startled to see a tear trickle from Mom's eye. "Mom, you're scaring me." I said. "Oh, honey. It'll be fine." She said, giving me a brisk hug and wiping at her eyes. "We just got a little surprise is all." I knew that they had wanted other kids besided me. But, this didn't seem like a happy surprise. "What kind of surprise?" I asked. "Well, you know how we've been trying to give you a little brother or sister." Mom said. "Well, that won't be happening." "And that is fine with me." We both jumped at his deep voice right behind us. His strong arms slid around both of us and held us tight. "I am perfectly content with my perfect wife." He kissed mother's head. "And my perfect daughter." He kissed mine. "And our perfect little family just the way it is." I don't know how, but I knew he was lying. More, I knew there was something else they weren't telling me. "I don't understand." I said. "What, are you guys doing it wrong or something?" "We do just fine." Mom said tartly. "Better than fine in fact." "Mmm. I'll say." He lowered his head to kiss her. "Eww." I said to hide the combination of jealousy and the desire to have him kiss me with those lips. "Get a room, guys." I knew immediately that I had said something wrong the way they both tensed up, but not what exactly. "You two go sit down and catch up." Mom shooed us both out of the kitchen and bustled about cleaning up. "Dad?" I whispered. "What's going on?" He looked at me with that measuring look he always had. I don't quite know how to explain how good it made me feel when he looked at me as if trying to decide if I could handle it and then telling me anyway. When you are short and skinny and look like a twelve year old at eighteen, it's unusual for people to treat you like an adult. If I had to pick one thing, I think that is what made me love him the most. He always treated me like a responsible, thinking person. Even when I was going out of my way to prove I wasn't. "It's cancer." He said. "She's going to have to have a full hysterectomy. And they don't know if that will get it all." "Oh my God." I clapped my hand over my mouth and looked back at the kitchen where she was still bustling about. I could feel the water works filling again. "How long does she have?" "Hey, hey now." He pulled me close and nuzzled my hair again. "It's not like that. No one is talking about 'how long'. It's just causing her some pain. They're going to cut it out and then we'll see." "How bad of pain is she in?" I asked. "Well, she tells me it's like twelve months of cramps rolled into one. Except it doesn't stop." "Ow." I winced. My own cramps bordered on legendary and had kept me in bed more than once. "So, um... what about you two?" "What about us two, what?" He asked. "Well, I mean. If she's in that kind of pain." I faltered. "I mean it just kind of seems like, well, you know, she wouldn't be interested. I mean I know I'm not during the cramps." "It's been awhile." He admitted, slowly. "That's got to be tough on her." I said. "How do you mean?" Typical male. I almost snorted. "I mean, you two used to go at it night and day." I rolled my eyes. "I used to have to put a pillow over my head and another under it like a sandwich to get to sleep. And, she wasn't exactly quiet about how much she was enjoying it. It's got to be tough going without. Blue ovaries deluxe." "Bl-lue o-ovaries?" He chuckled. "Yeah," I said. "Like blue balls only much much worse. So, have you been able to do anything for her?" "Yeah." He sighed. "Lay on my side and let her snuggle up behind me and use my butt for a heating pad." Ok, truthfully, there wasn't "a plan". Seriously. Part of it was that it had always been a bit of a secret turn-on for me to talk about sex with him. Sort of the next best thing to doing it. Part of it was, that I really did feel for Mom. If she enjoyed sex anywhere near as much as I did, then my recent experience of going without told me exactly how much she was suffering. And since we had the same genes, and based on the sounds she would make when they kept me awake, I would assume she enjoyed it at least as much as I did. I wasn't trying to get him worked up hoping that something would happen between us. Honest, I wasn't. Fine. Don't believe me. But, it's true. "Have you tried doing anything else?" I asked. And, okay, my tone was maybe a little more scathing than it should have been. "Or did you just try to stick your dick in and when it hurt, stopped and rolled over." He glared at me for just a moment and I was afraid I had gone way to far. "Oh, I've tried." He all but snarled at me. "I have tried going down on her. I have tried using my fingers. But, anytime I do anything to her pussy, it just makes it worse." My knees nearly folded when he talked about going down on her. When he said the word "pussy", I almost lost it completely. "Oh, um." I shifted my legs, causing my thighs to squeeze my aching sex. "I'm sorry." "No, I'm sorry." He sighed. "I shouldn't have snapped at you." We let the subject drop and talked of other things until Mom joined us. I don't know how long I would have lasted if the storm hadn't blown up suddenly. I kept seeing his face glistening with pussy juice. I almost came out of my skin at the loud crack of thunder just as the lights went out. I may have even screamed a little. "I guess that's a hint." He said. I could just make out his shadow, darker than the other shadows, standing. "Time we were all in our beds." It felt so good to strip naked in my own room, not worried about who might be looking in on me. I ran my hands over my nude body, reveling in my freedom to do so in privacy. I stripped the cover back on my bed and laid down on sheets that were actually soft once more. God, it was good to be home. Fat rain drops hissed on the roof and the occasional crack of thunder as I laid there. And laid there. And laid there. Something wasn't right. I couldn't seem to relax. I mean, it looked like home. It smelled like home. I rolled over and felt my little nipples brush against those sheets that didn't feel like they had been softened with sandpaper. It even felt like home. But it didn't. I realized what was missing as I scooted up the bed and put my ear against the wall. There were no sounds of sex. For three years, slightly longer than they had been married, I had been able to hear them going at it at least twice a night. Many, many times I had jilled myself off while listening to them. Even, or especially, on nights that I had had an unsatisfactory session with one of the boys, I would put my ear to this wall and listen in on them while I fingered my sodden sex to orgasm after orgasm. I laid back down and sighed. This was going to take getting used to. I don't know how long I lay there, sleepless while the storm raged on outside. But, long enough that I needed to pee again. On my way to the bathroom, something didn't seem quite right. There was a wierd feeling. I don't mean that I was feeling my way along the hallway in the dark completely naked. I had been doing that for two years. Half hoping he would catch me. Half afraid he would. No, this was different. Different enough, that I didn't close the door while I peed. Then I heard it. A sound like a train rumbling along the tracks. "Tornado!" I screamed. I ran to their room and slammed the door open. "Tornado!" I screamed again. "Crap!" I heard him say. "Go. Go. Go." Suddenly, his strong arm was across my belly, half carrying me, half pushing me. I had a fleeting moment to realize I was naked before I was sprinting towards the bathroom. If you don't have a cellar and there is a tornado coming, the safest place is the bathroom in the tub. Preferably with a mattress over you. The pipes may attract lightening. That's why you don't bathe during a storm. But, they may also keep the tub from flying away if the tornado gets close. If you are having to share the tub, it only makes sense for the heaviest to be on bottom and the lightest on top since you don't know how long you are going to be there and it's not like a freakin' tornado is not going to pick up someone that weighs two hundred just as easy as someone who weighs eighty if it comes to that. We piled in with him on the bottom, Mom kind of to the side and me on top of him and then we froze and listened. He had taught me that it's not actually the tornado that made the sound. It was the pressure stopping up your ears and hearing your own pulse. Mine was going like a jackhammer for so many many reasons. No matter how many close calls you have with tornados, you never get used to it. After all, this might be the one that gets you. So, I was afraid. Then, as the fear let up a little, the longer we sat there, I gradually began to realize that I was naked on top of my Daddy. And more, we were skin to skin. I could feel the corse hair on his chest rubbing against my nipples as he held me against him, listening. Those hairs might as well have been electrical wires because a jolt like an electrical shock shot through me from my nipples to my little puss. I twitched in his lap and felt something that made it so much worse. My hypersensitive sex didn't brush against cloth. It brushed against a tube of skin and more coarse hair. Ohmigod, I thought. Ohmigodohmigodohmigod. I'm naked in his lap while he's naked. God, if it was hard... The tornado could have rolled right over us right then and I don't know that I would have noticed. I didn't have an orgasm, exactly. But, it was the next best thing. Then I felt a hand on my back. "Gena Elizabeth," Mom whispered. "Are you naked." I felt something twitch down there against me. "Y-yes." I whispered. "Honey?" She asked then. "When we stopped trying, did you put anything on?" I could feel him now, pressing up against me. Without really meaning to, I began to rock my hips. Not very much. Just enough to feel him sliding along me. Or me along him. Whatever. His hardening cock felt so good between my lips as I wet him along the length of his shaft. "No." He coughed. "No, I didn't." We were all quiet for a moment. We could hear things hitting the outside of the house. I couldn't seem to stop moving my hips. I could feel him getting longer and thicker. Harder. I felt the hand on my back slide down a little until it was resting on my flexing, grinding hips. "My daughter's naked cunt is this close to my husbands cock." Mom said. "How am I supposed to feel about this?" "I'm sorry, Momma." I said. But, I couldn't stop my hips from moving. "And you are probably still hard," Mom was saying. "It's been so long since you could fuck me without it hurting. You're hard all the time." And he was getting harder. I could feel him pressing against me as his cock began to throb, trying to lift to point straight up. Straight up, so that if I just lifted up a little, it would slide right in me. I moaned and tilted my head to press my lips against his neck just below his jaw. I heard him gasp. "Are you humping my husband's cock, you little hussy?" Mom asked. "Yes, Momma." I gasped. "Sorry, Momma. I can't help it." "Is it inside you?" "No, momma." I shuddered. I felt her hand slide over the curve of my ass to feel him pressing against but not in me. "Don't you dare raise up," Mom said, tugging at me to lift my hips. "I know you want to. I know you've wanted to fuck my husband for four years now, haven't you, you little slut." I didn't know what to make of it since her words were saying one thing, but her hands seemed to be trying to adjust us to make that very thing happen. I moaned as I felt her take him in her hand and brush the tip across me. "Yes, Momma." I whimpered. "Since I first saw him. I'm sorry, Momma." "What?" He gasped. "Well, don't you do it." Mom said. "Don't you sink that pussy down on his cock." Meanwhile, her hand was pressing down on my ass and I could feel him sliding into me. "He hasn't gotten to fuck me in awhile." Mom said. "His balls are full of sperm. You don't want your daddy to get you pregnant." Fourth of July fireworks went off against my eyelids. I shuddered and felt him slip inside all the way until my clit was nestled in the thick bush at the base of his shaft. "Gena Elizabeth, are you listening to me?" Mom asked. "I'm sorry, Momma." I gasped. "His dick is in me. God, I feel so full." "Well, don't you move those little hips." Mom said, pulling and pushing at me to get me moving. "Don't you fuck my husband. You don't want to get pregnant, do you?" I whimpered and began to hump harder. "Do you?" Mom whispered. I nuzzled at his mouth and licked at it's corner. It was slightly open, panting. I could feel his hardness. My nipples scrapped across his hairy chest as I pounded harder, trying to take him deeper into me. "Gena Elizabeth, do you want to have your daddy's baby?" "Fu-u-uck." I screamed. "Yes! Yes. Yes. Fuck me, daddy. Shoot your cum in me. Give me my baby sister." He groaned and I felt that ass lift off the bottom of the tub. He slid that extra little bit that I'd been trying for. There was a sharp, brief pain, almost like when my hymen broke. Then, I swear, I could feel a spurt of his warm cum spray directly into my womb. I fainted. Blacked out. Whatever you want to call it, the world just went away. "Baby." Mom was shaking me. "Baby. Are you all right?" "Just five more minutes, Mom." I sighed and turned my head on my pillow. Only it wasn't my pillow, I realized as Mom started laughing. I turned my head to look in his wonderful grey eyes that were staring at me as if he'd never seen me before. I blinked, and realized that the lights were back on and I could actually see him. Dark and Stormy Night "Um, hi." I said, like the awkward girl that had first seen him four years before. "Hi, yourself." He rumbled. "I was afraid you had hurt yourself." "Mmm." I wrinkled my nose a little as I remembered that pinch. "Actually, something may not be quite right." "What do you mean, Baby?" Mom asked. It was surreal. I was laying atop the man of my dreams with his cock still inside me and his wife who was also my mother laying kind of curled around us. "I, uh." I blinked and made myself say it. "I think he may be in my cervix." "Oh," Mom said. "Ok. We just need to let him soften and it should come out. Was there a burning cramp?" I paused as I studied the serious look on her face. "Um. No." I said. "It was... well, it was kind of like when I had my cherry popped." "Oh, good." Mom looked relieved. "You should be okay then. We'll know better once he's out and we can check for bleeding." "Um. Mom?" I said. "Don't take this the wrong way. I mean it is totally awesome that you are being so cool about this. But, how are you being cool with your daughter fucking your husband?" Mom sighed and nestled her head on the his other shoulder and met my eyes under his chin. "I don't know, sweetie." Mom said. "And honestly, I don't know how I'm going to feel about it tomorrow. I love you both so much. And I know you've been in love with him for a long time now. I even know that's part of the reason you went a little wild after we got married." "Wait," he said. "What?" "Hush, darling." Mom touched his lips. "I'm talking to my daughter." I couldn't help it. It was so surreal, I had to laugh. "Not helping me go soft." He gasped. It made me laugh harder. "Honey, you really have to stop moving." Mom said. "If I'm right. He's stuck in your cervix right now. And if either of you move too much, it could tear you up inside." That stopped the laughter. It frightened me for a moment. Then, I felt that even if it did tear me up, even if it killed me, it would be worth it. I sighed and nestled my head deeper in his shoulder. "Anyway," Mom went on. "I knew you were fucking those boys because you couldn't have him. And, I haven't been able to help him for the past few months. Truthfully, I'd started being a little afraid we might lose him." "Never." He rumbled. "You could never lose me." "I hear you say it," Mom replied. "But, when you roll over so I can spoon up behind you, and I curl my arm over you, I can feel you still hard. And I know you still want a baby of your own. "No." Mom laid her finger on his lips again. "I know you love Gena. But, you want a child of your own. And I want to give it to you. But, I can't. "Anyway," Mom said. "I just got to thinking. If the two of you got together, Gena wouldn't have to run around and maybe get hurt. You wouldn't leave. And maybe you could have a baby with that part of me that is in Gena. "And there is something else." Mom admitted, with tears filling her eyes. "What if they can't get the cancer out? What if it kills me? What better way to leave than knowing that you two will take care of each other." That did the trick and I felt him pop free of me as he softened completely. "Oh, honey, I would have done that anyway." He murmered into her hair. "Gena is my daughter and I will love her no matter what." "She's more than your daughter now." Mom said. "Now, I don't know about the two of you, but my neck is killing me. I have got get out of this tub." It felt decidedly odd to be undwinding from each other and be standing fully nude with my parents and Mom the only one with any clothing on as we shifted and stretched aches we hadn't realized we had. "Um, I'm not really sure how to ask this." I said. "Just ask, sweetie." Mom said, rolling her head to her shoulder to make her neck pop. "Do I have to go sleep in my bed?" I asked plaintively. Mom paused and looked at me and then up at her beautiful husband. "No, I guess not." She sighed. "I will if you want me to." I said nervously. "I mean, this doesn't change the fact that he is your husband. So, if you want to be alone with him, I understand. I just... you saying you might die. I just want to be with you, both of you. If that's okay." "Of course it is, sweetie." Mom said, holding out her hand to me. The rain had started again when we were situated in their bed. Mom nestled behind him as usual. I stood at the foot of the bed and was torn. Finally, I got in on the other side of him, facing them. I propped my head on a pillow so I could see Mom on the other side of him. Mom's eyes were open, looking back at me. So were his. After awhile, more for something to say than anything, I thought of a question. "Mom, you said that you can feel him hard when you are like this." I struggled to find the right words that wouldn't upset anything. "If you were worried that he might look elsewhere, why didn't you, I don't know, give him a handjob or something?" "Are you complaining?" Mom asked, smiling. I looked down at him. He was still just as beautiful as the first day I saw him. More. "Never," I whispered softly. "Actually, we tried that." Mom said. "Blowjobs, handjobs, you name it." I shuddered. "What?" Mom asked. "Do you like the idea of your old Mom sucking on this gorgeous cock? Does that make you horny?" "Um. Kind of." I murmered. "Or are you imagining sucking it yourself?" Mom arched one eyebrow. I squirmed a little, letting them both know how close she had come to the mark. "Tell me something, sweetie." Mom said. "How do you feel when your lips are wrapped around a thick juicy cock? Running your tongue up and down the shaft? Does it turn you on?" I nodded numbly as I felt my pussy trickle onto my thigh. "You want to pull your mouth off it and sink it into your pussy, don't you?" Mom asked. Since that was exactly what I wanted right then just hearing her talk about it, I just nodded once more. "Me too, sweetie." Mom sighed. "And the thing is, the hornier I get, the more it hurts. Even without actually getting poked down there." I thought about what she was saying. "Um. Mom?" I asked. "Did you get turned on in the tub?" She looked at me for a long moment. "What do you think, sweetie?" "Um, are you in a lot of pain right now?" I asked. "The only other time I hurt this much was when I gave birth to you." Mom replied. "And it was just as worth it. Now, be a good girl, roll over, turn off the lamp, and go to sleep." I did roll over. I did turn off the light. But, I couldn't go to sleep. I laid there and listened to the rain and the breathing of the two other people in bed with me. "Momma?" I said into the dark. "Yes, sweetie?" "I love you." "I love you too, sweetie." I paused for a moment, but I had felt it too long not to say it. "Daddy, I love you." He coughed. "Um, I think, with everything that has happened, you can call me by my name Gena." I could feel him swelling once more, however. "But, you are my Daddy." I said. I giggled as I felt him swell even more, pressing against my ass. I lifted both his and Mom's arms and nestled back against him. It felt strange, but right somehow, to have both of their arms across my belly and his cock nestled into the crack of my ass. "Aren't you going to tell your daughter you love her?" Mom asked in the darkness. "I do love you, Ge-, Pumpkin." He said. I giggled once more as I felt his cock flex as he said his nickname for me. I wondered how long he had wanted me as I lazily caressed their arms holding me. "You know," I said after a moment. "My period was about two weeks ago." "Oh, God." Mom groaned. "Are you trying to kill me?" "Momma!" I gasped. "You don't mean that it makes you horny thinking your little daughter might be pregnant by your husband right now do you?" "Oh, Jesus." Mom whined. "Honey, I need you to fuck me." "What?" He asked. "But, I thought it hurt." "It hurts right now." Mom said through gritted teeth. "Wait," I said. "I have an idea. Mom, roll over on your stomach." "What?" Mom asked. "Why?" "It hurts when he sticks it in your pussy," I replied. "But what about in your ass?" I gasped as I felt him lurch against me at the idea of fucking Mom's ass. If anything he felt even harder. "Maybe it won't hurt as much and you can get some relief." I said. "God, I'll try it." I heard Mom shifting around on the other side of him. This, I had to see. I turned the light back on. "What?" Mom asked, blinking against the sudden glare. "Get up behind her." I directed. He did so, slowly. Looking back and forth between us. "Now, you can't fuck her cunt to get slippery, so let me help." I laid my head on my mother's hips and opened my mouth. He got the idea and eased his hips forward. Up to this point, I didn't mind giving blowjobs. I mean, I wasn't wild about them or anything. But, I didn't mind them. That changed as I laid there with my cheek on my mother's ass, looking up at him, while the head of his cock slowly penetrated my mouth. The look of sheer lust on his face as I started to suck... I decided then and there that I would suck his dick any time he wanted to see that look again. "What's going on back there?" Mom said after a moment. My mouth was full so it was up to him to answer. "Your daughter is sucking my cock to get it ready to fuck your ass." He growled. "Oh, God." Mom moaned. "I'm hurting so bad." I pulled his cock from my mouth with a pop, and, without pausing to think, turned my head to lick her little rosette. Mom squealed and flinched. Realizing I may have gone too far, I hawked and pulled as much saliva as I could and spat it into that dark hole. Before she could say anything, I tugged him forward and started rubbing the head of his cock in the wetted crevice, pressing it against her brown hole. "It looks so big next to your little asshole, Momma," I murmered. "Like it will never fit up in there. I wish you could see what it looks like with his cock ready to slip in your ass." It felt like I was holding an iron bar in my hand, he was so hard. I looked up to see his eyes were glazed with lust. "Are you going to fuck my Momma's ass, Daddy?" I whispered. He groaned and eased forward. I looked down to watch as the helmet pressed against her, pressing her asshole in and in and in. And suddenly, it popped inside and her sphincter was around him. Mom shrieked into her pillow. "Is that okay, Momma?" I asked, leaning down beside her. "Does it hurt as much to have him in there?" Mom's eyes were tightly closed and she was panting. After a moment, she shook her head. "Does it feel good to have Daddy's cock in your ass?" I asked. She nodded. I looked back to where he had stilled when I asked if it hurt. "She likes it, Daddy." I said. "Give her a little more." I watched as his strong hands gripped her hips and he began to press into her. Mom whimpered and took the pillow between her teeth. This was so much better than listening on the other side of the wall and imagining. I laid down beside my mother and slipped a hand between my legs as I watched the man I loved fuck her ass. I watched as his eyes darted to my fingers parting my nether lips and then back to his cock parting her sphincter. I felt myself get wetter as I watched the muscles in his shoulders and chest cord with the desire to push on in, but forcing himself to go slow. "Is that helping, Momma?" I asked. "More." Mom moaned. "Need more." "You heard her, Daddy." I said. "Give it to her." She screamed as he pressed forward far enough that his hips touched her ass. God, this was so hot. I slipped two fingers inside myself and started moving them in and out. "He's all the way in, Momma." I said. "Your husbands cock is all in your ass. Does it feel good to have him in you again?" She nodded. "Are you ready for him to fuck that ass?" She paused for a long moment and then nodded again. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to move his hips. I knew you had to take it slowly back there to avoid damaging anything, but this seemed a little extreme. "Don't you like fucking Momma's ass, Daddy?" I asked. He was sweating as he nodded. "Then fuck it like you mean it." "I'm afraid I'll hurt her." He panted. "Is he hurting you, Momma?" I asked. She shook her head. "Then, tell him what you want." I said. Mom let go of the pillow with her teeth. "Fuck my fat ass." She moaned. Now, that wasn't going to work. I yanked my hand from my pussy, hauled off and smacked her on that ass just as hard as I could. Mom, yelped and shot forward, causing a couple of inches of him to leave her. "Don't call my Momma fat." I said. "Now, try it again." "Fuck my big-" Smack. "Fuck my huge-" Smack. "Fine!" Mom yelped. "Fuck my sexy ass." Daddy and I shared a smile as I settled back down next to her. "Harder." Mom groaned. "Just a little harder and I think maybe I can..." I watched her tits swaying beneath her as she began to take more control since he was still holding back. Without really thinking about it, I reached out with the hand that wasn't diddling myself and felt those heavy tits graze my open palm with each thrust. "You have no idea how I wish I was built more like you." I said. "Those big beautiful tits. Don't you think Momma's tits are sexy, Daddy?" "Oh, Baby." Mom moaned. "You shouldn't be touching me like that." "Why not?" I asked. "Daddy's sperm is swimming around my eggs right now. And it's not like I didn't suck on them when I was a baby." "I don't..." Mom groaned. "It's not..." "When I have Daddy's Baby, you are going to let it suck your tit aren't you?" I asked. "Mine are too small." "Oh, God." Mom groaned and slammed back harder. An idea came to me. "Momma?" I asked. "You said it hurt when he put his cock in your cunt. But, does it hurt when I do this?" I reached between my mother's legs, and barely touched the place I had entered this world from and she came unglued. "Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiittttt!" Mom screamed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I felt a gush of wetness against my palm as she dislodged him in her throes. Afraid we had hurt her instead of making things better, I was almost crying as I leaned over her. "Momma?" I pleaded. "Momma?! Please be okay, Momma. I was trying to help." Mom opened her eyes and looked at me. "You have no idea how much I needed that, Sweetie." Mom mumbled. "Thank you for helping me be with my husband again. I think I'd like to sleep now." "Ok, honey." He said. "You sleep." I turned and watched as he slid off the bed and walked away to the bathroom. He was still hard. I looked back at Mom to find she was already snoring lightly. I decided to follow him. He was in the shower, lathering that beautiful swollen shaft. I didn't hesitate, but climbed in and knelt before him. Reaching out, I wrapped both my hands around that elegant example of manhood and began to stroke. "Oh, God." He moaned. "What are you doing?" "Anything you want, Daddy." I said, raising my gaze to his face. "I love you so much. I will do anything you want. You can do anything to me you want." "You shouldn't say that," He groaned. "I mean it." I said. "You have no idea how I've wanted this. Dreamed of this." I turned my gaze back to his stiff cock in my hands and began moving them faster. The white lather looked like frothy cum and I lost myself in a fantasy that I was jerking him so good that he couldn't stop cumming. That I was milking this gorgeous cock of everything it held. "What do you want?" He asked. "What?" I tore my attention away to look up at him. "What would make you happy?" He asked. I thought about it there in the floor of the tub where I had fucked him for the first time as the water ran over us and rinsed the suds away. What did I want? What would make me happy? To be his lover? Yes. To fuck him and be fucked by him over and over? Yes. To be free to show him just how much I had loved him for so long? Yes. But more than anything, I knew what I wanted. "I want to have your baby." I said. Hot cum hit me in the face. I gasped in shock and the second spurt was a perfect shot in my mouth. I coughed and gagged just a bit as some went down the wrong pipe. I felt more than saw, the third shot hit my nipple. The fourth didn't spurt, so much as seem to ooze thickly out of the hole in the head of his cock. I watched as it formed a tear drop and then, seemingly in slow motion, fell free to splatter against the floor. A part of me wanted to weep at this waste of his beautiful sperm. Sperm that could have made a beautiful child inside me. I watched as that precious fluid was washed between my knees and behind me to go down the drown. Lost forever. His strong hands pried my grip from his shaft and pulled me up to stand. He embraced me for a moment and then pulled back to look at me. There was something there. Like he wanted to say something to me. "What?" I asked. "I love your mother dearly." He said. "And I don't ever want her to be hurt." I could tell there was something else. "But, I would love to have twelve kids with you." I laughed even as I shivered in pleasure at the idea. "Let's start with one, Daddy." I said. "And see how it goes from there. Now, give me a baby sister." ************************************ Epilogue That dark and stormy night was thirty years ago. And yes, I did get pregnant with my first baby sister that night in the tub with a tornado outside. Mom had the full hysterectomy, but it didn't get it all. She was a fighter though. She lasted six more years. I'll always feel a little guilty that I wasn't by her side when she died. But, I was a little busy up the hall, giving birth to our fifth. I don't know if I believe in reincarnation, but that little minx had all together too much attachment to her Daddy to make me comfortable. Strangely, I did end up having twelve in all. There might have been more, but there were complications from the last and I, too, ended up having a full hysterectomy. Our children are all grown and gone now, scattered across the country, with families of their own. And it's just the two of us. His eyes are fading with age, so I read to him in the evening. Perhaps tonight I'll read him this story. Although, the weather man says there is a storm coming in and it is tornado season. Who knows what Daddy and I might do if the power goes out. Dark & Stormy Night "S'okay," she replied. "I got what I wanted." He laughed softly, his own eyes sliding closed. "So, what made you decided to sneak in here, hm?" he asked drowsily. She shrugged, shoulders brushing against him. "Got bored," she answered lazily. "An' I ran out of batteries for m'vibrator." He snorted at that, but decided not to give her the satisfaction of a snide retort. A faint breeze ghosted through the room, the nearly spent candles flickering and guttering, a few of them winking out. The others slowly burned down to nothing as the pair fell asleep, one wound around the other, content in each other's arms.