0 comments/ 15950 views/ 0 favorites Dark Passion By: DoctorLaRue Things had not been going well in their lives and tension between the two had been mounting. They had planned on meeting soon and some anxious anticipation began to fuel the tension between them even more. For some reason there seemed to be some uncertainty in the air. Possibly the myspace.com thing had become too complicated and communication too hard to do over the Internet. Maybe it was all the stress in their personal lives apart from each other, which didn't allow them to deal with things as a couple, thus keeping a large part of what they did a mystery. Things where wavering as online communication sometimes does. Quickly written words and catch phrases do not always capture the heart, soul and true meaning of what someone is really feeling. Maybe it was a lack of detail in their communication, which may have continued to leave so many questions unanswered. Maybe it was the fact that there was no long-term commitment to their relationship. All of the pitfalls of a cyber relationship where apparent, as two people in different relationships with other people, where having an affair. Once again he found himself traveling to see her with a long lonely flight to Florida. His time spent alone, on the outbound leg of these trips, was always spent in quiet reflection. All of the "what if" scenarios played loudly in his head. She was also filled with anxious anticipation and worried over what it was going to be like when he got there. With all of the stuff she had going on in her life, he was almost a distraction to her, or so he thought. But at the same time, she was in love. They both felt like high school sweethearts heading out on their first date, even with the uncertainty. They met for dinner and their time together starting off a wonderful evening of conversation and exchange. However, after a few glasses of wine the conversation became tense, as they tried to understand where they fit in each other's lives. Somehow, even after countless hours of communication, they were unable to get to the bottom of what this all meant and how they would end up "being together", as partners, friends and lovers. They were both frustrated and tired, as it had been a long day. Things just didn't appear to be like they were on the other trips. The fantasy and honeymoon was over. Now it was time for the two of them to come to terms with their relationship. Was it simply going to be a passionate affair? The kind of affair that leaves people hurt and empty. Or would it be defined as a friendship, having tossed the romantic part aside and acknowledging that the "friend" part of the love they had for each other would remain. As they drove to the hotel, they couldn't even look at each other. At one point he reached over and turned off the stereo in the car. They both stared straight ahead, dreading having to find a way to fill the next few hours they had together. There was no communication, no body language, and just passionate confused hearts without a clear direction. As they pulled into the parking lot, he navigated his rental car over to the parking space next to hers. "Do you want to just go?" he said in a cold matter of fact tone. "No, I don't. Why are you being this way?" she said as almost breaking into tears. "I thought you might be frustrated and need some time to think." he replied. "No. I have had plenty of time to think." "Well, what do you want to do then? I just feel like if you came up to the room we would continue this seemingly pointless exchange." "Pointless huh? So that's what you think this is?" "No, its not. I want you. I want all of you. I want to live with you. Cry with you when you have a bad day. I want to be there with a flower when you come home. I want to…" with that he dropped his head and fell silent. She reached over and grabbed his hand. He grabbed hers and began to lead her out of the car and up the stairs to his room. When the door opened to the room, he said, "Go stand by the bed and don't sit down." He made his way over to a chair by the door and turned off the light. He could see her form outlined by stray beams of neon coming into the room from a crack in the curtains. "Why am I standing here? You're scaring me." She said with a nervous tone. "Don't ask questions. You know I wouldn't hurt you." There was a long pause. "Take off your clothes." He said in an almost deadpan voice. She was silent. Slowly she unzipped the back of her skirt and let it slip to the floor. He could see the faint outline of her form in the darkness. Her bra fell to the floor and he could see her bending over to remove her underwear. She was naked now. Move vulnerable than she had ever been. Emotionally and physically. "Lay down the bed." he commanded. She slowly lowered her body on the bed. Her mind raced. The sheets were cold and she could smell his scent on the pillow as she lowered her head. Her thighs were feeling moist and it became apparent to her as she adjusted her position to get comfortable. With her arms straight down her sides, she laid staring into the darkness of the ceiling. She could hear his breathing and the sound of him taking off his clothes. She reached down to touch herself and began to massage her wetness. She heard him walking towards her and her hand froze. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asked. Without saying a word she removed her hand and placed it by her side. She could smell her sex. He approached the side of the bed without saying a word. "You've been a bad girl haven't you Leslie?" "Yes I have." she replied. "You need to have me in your mouth don't you Leslie?" "Yes I do.' With that he grabbed the back of her hair and brought her face to his cock. "Do you want to taste the love I have for you Leslie?" "Yes I do." With that he placed the head of his cock inside her panting mouth. His erection grew to full attention. "That's a good girl, Leslie. Your convincing me you want to be forgiven." "Please forgive me for being so untrusting." she said in a childlike tone. With that, he grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over onto her stomach. "Spread your legs Leslie." "Like this?" she asked as she spread her legs wide. Her backside was completely open to him and her hands clutched the pillows below her face. Her mined raced as she wondered what he was about to do to her. Slowly he moved forward onto the bed and onto his knees between her legs. Leaning forward he carefully lowered himself and touched the tip of his tongue to the center of her back and neck. Sliding down, he let his tongue slowly drag down the center of her spine and onto the small of her back. He drew small circles with his tongue in patterns on the small of her back, taking time to blow lightly and send a chill down Leslie's spine. He slowly slid two fingers inside of her opening, which was sopping wet. "Mmmm." she moaned. "Do you like this Leslie?" "Yes." He then reached up to grab the back of her hair while slowly sliding two fingers in and out of her opening. "You need a cock don't you Leslie? You want to be forgiven don't you Leslie?" "Yes, I need to feel you. I want you to love me." she whimpered like a child. He grabbed her mature hips and pulled her up onto her knees. His cock was now fully erect and he guided the head of it to the front of her opening. In one thrust, he pushed his entire length into her wet open hole. Now fully buried inside of her, he reached forward with one hand and grabbed her hair. As he drove in and out of her he whispered into her ear. "Tonight's about me isn't it Leslie? You want to make me happy don't you?" "Yes, Steven I do. I am yours Steven. My body is yours" He had both of her hips in his hands and began driving hard in and out of her pussy. His balls slapped loudly with each stroke and he could feel her wetness dripping off the end of his ball sacks. She moaned loudly. She was enjoying his rhythm and aggressiveness. She needed that and wanted it. It was exciting to her to have a man take her like she needed to be taken and to be loved with such strength and power. Suddenly he pulled from her and stood next to the edge of the bed. "Get on your knees and put me in your mouth like the good girl you want to be Leslie." She climbed off the bed quickly and knelt below him. Grabbing both of his ass cheeks she began to suck furiously on his cock. He grabbed the back of her head with his hands and clenched her hair as her head bobbed in and out. "You're going to make me come you naughty girl. You want to taste me don't you Leslie?" All he could hear was a series of muffled moans as she approved of his request. "Slow down!" he commanded without warning. With that command she froze. "Let me make the tempo while I fuck your mouth." With three slow strokes he began to release a small amount of his cum into her hot wanting mouth. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her away from his cock. She gasped as her mouth was overwhelmed with the taste of his cum. "Get on the bed and lay down on your back," he commanded. He then mounted her and put his engorged cock inside of her pussy. Grabbing her hair tightly with both of his hands he pounded like and animal into her inviting hole. He could smell and taste his cum as he drove his tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply. His balls slapped her ass and she began to moan loudly. He knew only half his load was gone. "Do you like the idea of me tasting my cum in your mouth Leslie?" "Yes," "Do you want the rest of my load inside of you Leslie?" "Yes," "Do you like to be fucked knowing your kissing me with my cum in your mouth Leslie?" "Yes" she gasped. "Cum for me Steve, I need to have your cum deep inside of me" He reached down and grabbed her hips, lifting her bottom off the bed. His shoulders and face where buried into hers and pressed her back into the pillows and sheets. He slammed into her with two final firm and hard strokes as he began to empty his seed into her opening. His balls were tight and she could feel her moisture dripping from the bottom of his sacks and onto her ass. There was a long pause as they lay there in each other's arms. With no warning he gave out yet another command. "Sit in the chair by the window Leslie," "Why? I am dripping wet." "Because I said so," He grabbed the back of her hair with one hand and her arm with the other hand. "Get over there now!" he said as he aggressively navigated her towards the chair next to the window. "Sit down!" he commanded. He almost threw her into the chair and then he retreated to the darkness of the bed. She sat in the chair and clenched her legs together tightly to keep his cum from dripping onto the seat. She could see his outline as stray beams of neon lit his form in the darkness. He had backed up and was sitting on the bed taking a drink from a glass of wine. " Slide down in your chair Leslie" "Then I want you to spread your legs and let me drip out of your opening. He commanded with a stern voice. She slowly slid down and she could feel his sex begin to drip out of her and onto the floor below. She spread her legs wide and she could see him moving toward her from the darkness. Her heart beat with anticipation as he knelt between her legs and grabbed her hips with both hands. His tongue began to move quickly about her clit and he wrapped his mouth around her sensitive mound. His mouth and chin was now coated with the mixture of their juices and it was driving him wild. "Steven, you're going to make me cum." she exclaimed in a panic and erratic tone. He continued to work her opening and clit like a hungry animal. Focusing on her clit, he moved his tongue quickly and aggressively across the right spot. He could feel her legs begin to tighten and she grabbed the back oh his head and pulled his mouth even closer while pressing his lips and mouth against her pussy. It was her time. She earned this moment and this was her reward. Her legs where completely locked now and sticking straight out in front of her as waves of spasm ripped through her insides and stomach. Her entire being tingled like it never had before. In one last move, he wrapped his arms around each of her legs and pressed them upward, driving his tongue deep into her opening. She screamed and begged for him to stop. "That's enough!" she moaned in a panting breath. After several deep breaths she slumped into the overstuffed chair like a lump of jell-o. He sat there silently and not saying a word. Still kneeling between her legs, his head rested on her stomach. She stroked his hair like a child and felt the world melt away. Dark Passion of M. This is a work of fiction. All people are over 18. 1 My son would masturbate every night. He would jerk himself off in the living room to the wavy lines on the TV. I stumbled upon this fact as I was about to get a glass of water from the kitchen. As I got out of bed I heard a moaning on the TV. Right away I knew something was up, so rather than spoil the moment I listened and the familiar sounds of a young man pleasuring himself faintly under the moans and the saxophone of a soft core sex scene. This touched me in my heart, but it also awoke familiar feelings farther below. I tried to peek out the crack in the door, and I couldn't see anything. It's probably for the best, some things you can't come back from. So I backed away and resigned him to his privacy just as I heard his muted gasping as he came. I froze. My hand covered my mouth, and my other my stomach. Then it slid to my pubic thatch. I was so turned on, and I don't know why. I should have been pissed off! This man just relieved himself in my living room and I'm not doing anything to stop him, but all I could do was imagine and feel my own burning. I lay back down and furiously fingered myself, in some strange way hoping he would hear but knowing he couldn't. We could share this, I thought. As I drifted off to sleep I thought of him, and my dreams were warm and comforting. 2 It was a lazy Saturday. I woke up to the bright sunlight and lay in bed. I squeezed my nipple and slowly rolled my bean in my fingers bringing myself to an exquisite plateau. Gasping, sweating and maybe even thrashing a little bit! I licked my fingers and pushed them in deep. I fucked myself until I was dripping down the crack of my ass and onto the sheets. I couldn't let this lubrication go to waste! I pulled out my dildo and thought of my son as I placed the hard head in my entrance. I rolled over on my stomach and arched my ass in the air. I pushed that cock inside of me and fucked myself deeply with the thoughts of last night. When I did get out of bed, there wasn't anyone around. I scoured the living room and looked to see where that young man left his seed. He doesn't pick up anything, why would this be different? The carpet was clean. The couch cushions were fine. The drapes were untouched (thank god). Wait... he's coming in the plant? He's coming in the plant! I bent over and inspected the soil, sure enough, there it was, long strands of goo. Evidence of last night! Crouching on my knees at the base of the plant I pressed my fingers to it, and brought my fingers to my mouth. My tongue pressing just beyond my lips touched the tip of my finger. I tasted his seed and it was strong. I thought about him gripping his shaft right here not 10 hours ago. I dipped my finger in the mess and licked it again, and again. 3 I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. I rubbed my pussy again. I rubbed myself raw thinking of his acts. I did the only thing a sensible person would do; I moved the plant so I could watch! And then I waited. Just like clockwork, everyone went to bed, he stayed up. I waited at my door, peering through the crack at him. He was so handsome. I love that he works out because his frame rippled with each movement. He was staring at the screen with his shirt off and his free hand rubbing his crotch in long lazy strokes. A good part of the movie must have come on because I could hear the saxophone music. So predictable, but I watched him grab his belt and fumble it away. He unbuttoned his pants and reached into his underwear. Just as he tugged out his meat he pushed forward and I couldn't see anything! Just his ass and sometimes not even that; it was a nice ass to be sure. I slowly rubbed my neck, and pressed at my lips. He took a step back and I nearly fell into the kitchen. His cock was in plain sight and it was beautiful. Not long, but hard and pointing straight up with a thick shaft and a perfect head. He must have been close to finishing because he was rubbing his meat quickly. I chewed down on my lower lip and matched his strokes. His head back, eyes nearly closed. He was lost in sensation. I started to feel my own earthquake when his eyes looked right at me! My pussy lost control; I did everything I could to stifle the moan. The tiniest gasp escaped my lips. I stopped masturbating but my pussy was clamping so tight it took everything to stand. I was lost in a delirious moment but still hoping I was safe as a voyeur, my breath coming out in shallow hisses. But he wasn't looking at me at all; he was looking at the plant and took a step towards it. In 6 long strokes he spewed his come into the plant. He moaned a low throaty growl as ropes of his come shot out of him. His hand on the wall and his head down he milked what was left. When he let go of his softening cock I think I mewled. The object of my desire bobbed between his legs as he walked to his room. I was so turned on I couldn't wait. When his door shut I went into the living room and put my face right into his warm sticky mess. I licked his thick come, dirt and all. 4 This went on for several nights but I wanted more. I began to get brazen in my attempts to get him to notice me as a woman and not his mother. I wore low cut clothes, walked around without a bra. Nothing would get him to notice me. I was just his mom. Well, tonight would be different. About the same time as he would begin jerking off I would totally come out of my room and see what he was doing! The anticipation was killing me, I put on a loose cotton shirt and I knew my nipples were visible. I felt like such a slut in my tight pants and red lipstick. I never wore makeup, and he said something when I came out "Wow mom, what are you all dressed up for?" "Nothing, just staying home with you; what are you watching?" "I'm watching the game." "Oh, can I watch too?" I didn't wait for a response and sidled up to him; squeezing my body against him. "Wow! Get a little closer mom," he said mocking my attempt as he put distance between us. No worries I thought I can take initiative later, we have all night. We sat next to each other and watched the game, then some MTV. We talked and I flirted. I put my hand on his leg and laughed at his jokes. I made sure I bent down to show him my deep cleavage. I only hoped he liked my breasts, they were small but perfectly formed. And I'm sure he saw everything I've got at least once. I started to rub his shoulders. He was so strong, his muscles filled up my hands. I took a deep breath of his hair, he was so sexy. "This isn't working. Stand up." He totally did, and took his shirt off too! Instead of a massage, I snaked my arms across his body and hugged him from behind. My entire front was pressed against his back and my hands, palm flat against him, roamed his chest and stomach. I mashed my tits against him and put my face near his neck. "I love you honey," I said, masking the fact that I was feeling him up. I could tell his breathing was changing and when I backed away my right hand brushed against his dick. He was getting turned on by my affection. "Turn around and give your mom a kiss." "What? Why..." I didn't even try to explain; I just gave him a peck on the face. His shocked look gave way to familiarity. I looked in his eyes forever and put my hand behind his head. I pulled him in and gave him a kiss again. This time my mouth parted, and my tongue entered his mouth. The sweet taste of him mixed with the softness of his lips. It lasted a second, but it filled my world. As I pulled away I looked at his face to gauge his reaction and his eyes were closed and his face yielding. So I went in again and this time he grabbed me. It got frantic for a moment he clutched at my body in a clumsy and sexy way. His urgent need pressing his movements. I let him squeeze my tits and lick my neck. He kissed my mouth and grabbed my ass. I was wanton with lust and was going to get my prize! Pushing him back I grabbed his belt. His arms were relaxed at his side. I looked up at his face, then down at his buttoned pants. To think that his dick was waiting, and ready for my attention! I grabbed the top button and pop, pop, pop, pop his button fly was open and my prize was just before me. I wasted no time and got on my knees. I pulled his underwear and pants down and his cock sprang forward. It was monolithic in front of me. It was thick and so hard it nearly shook. I looked into his eyes as I placed my lips at the tip and let out my tongue on the underside of his head. He flinched and I grabbed his ass. I looked into his meat as I opened my mouth and began to suck his cock. On my knees with my son looking above as large as a god I suckled at his turgid member; I was his willing slave. It was divine as I worshiped his hard hot member. I sucked and sucked until he started to fuck my face. I pulled away," I want you to come in my mouth." He grabbed the back of my head fingers twined in my hair and forced his dick into me with urgent thrusts. I played with his balls and his inner thigh. I held my head still as he used me. He fucked his rod into me. My tongue was flat against his meat and savoring his girth and my lips were tight on his skin. I felt him expand and then he flooded my mouth with hot come. I nearly choked on his seed but I was willing to do so. I sucked at his dick after the second jet and a third load came as strong as the first. I drank it hot and urgently. I could feel him in my esophagus and filling my stomach, tingling inside me. I sucked everything out of his dick and made every attempt to make it clean. When I was finished I gave the head a kiss. I stood up and looked him in the eye, and he said he wanted to know when we could do it again. "How about right now big boy?" I said, sliding my hand to his package and giving him a good squeeze. He pressed his lips to mine and his dick started to harden in my hand.