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Three Wishes from Jordan's Mom Ch. 01

By: Ghostwalker



One of my all-time favorites which has only been made better by the editing of 'larryinseattle' 

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Jordan was an asshole. Well actually, Jordan was a self-centered, egotistical, son-of-a-bitch and everyone knew it including him. He and I had known each other since the fourth grade and even then he was a pain-in-the-ass. The only child of two doctors, he was spoiled through-and-through. It was only his father's intervention that kept him under control at all. 

Unfortunately, that ended when his dad was killed by a drunk driver. From that point onwards, Jordan got anything he wanted and I really didn't care until he took my girlfriend from me. Now I can't blame Jordan entirely, Trish was no rocket scientist but she and I had been going together for a couple of months and it looked like we were finally going to "do it" when Jordan stepped in and literally swept her off her feet and carried her away. Like I said, Trish was no rocket scientist and the idea of all that money and a fancy car was more than I could offer her so off she went. The only problem I had with it was that I was left with a huge case of "blue balls." 

The two of them quickly became an "item" and word got around that he was now getting what I never got on a routine basis, yet even that I could deal with. The final straw came just before the end of our senior year. As was the usual routine, five of my friends and I had planned a card game for Saturday night. We met at a different house each month depending on whose parents were gone or didn't care since we were all over 18. This particular Saturday was different though because one of the guys called and cancelled at the last minute but said he had found a replacement for the game. 

Needless to say we were all surprised when the "replacement" turned out to be Jordan. He said he had heard about our "guy's night" and figured it would be a good time to get away from Trish. Without another word, the beers were pulled from the frig, the chips were put on the side table and the cards were dealt. 

Fortune smiled on me that night and by 11:30 it was only Jordan and I left at the table. I was up almost $250 from the other players and another $500 from Jordan. Jordan's problem was that he wasn't a very good card player to begin with and all the beer he had been drinking throughout the evening made him even worse. We had decided earlier to quit at midnight so the last hand was dealt. Lady Luck stayed with me as I looked at my hand and found a pair of 8's and a pair of Aces, the "Dead man's hand". A shiver ran though me but I was never really all that superstitious so I kept held onto them. 

Jordan opened for $100 and continued to increase the stakes each time. After I called him the last time he looked at me and said, "All or nothing." 

I quickly looked down at the money in front of me, "OK, but you don't have the money to cover what I have here so what are you betting?" 

Looking back at his hand, Jordan pulled the keys for his Corvette from his pocket and laid them on the table. "Will that cover it?" 

Surprise doesn't come close to what I felt at that moment; a $60,000.00 'Vette versus the money I had on the table? Anyone that was willing to place that kind of a bet either had one of a hell of a good hand or was trying to pull off a huge bluff. Sitting there, I looked back at my hand. I now had a full-house "Aces and 8's" after drawing another 8, but could it beat whatever Jordan had that he was willing to bet a 'Vette on? Seconds seemed to stretch into hours, until I realized two things: first, Jordan hated to lose and was willing to do anything so he wouldn't and second, I had nothing to lose by taking the bet. I had come for a night of fun with only the money I could afford to lose and if I lost, so be it, but if I won this would be a night that we'd all remember for a lifetime ... little did I know how true that would be. 

"Call," I said as I laid my cards down. 

Jordan's face went white as he saw my cards. "That can't be!! I had you beat!!" he said as he threw his cards down revealing a pair of Kings and a pair of Jacks. "You cheated!! There's no way I'm giving you my fucking car!! I had you beat!!" he screamed as he jumped up and headed for the door. 

"Whatever! I know I beat you and so will everyone else at school by Monday," I yelled as he left. 

The only response was the sound of tires squealing as he drove away. 

Word of what happened quickly spread and I started getting calls about it by 8:00 the next morning. "Ya, that's how it happened. No, I didn't cheat. Ya, he backed out of the bet and took off with the car." And so the day went until 5:00 PM when I got the call that changed everything. "Hello?" 

"Hello, is this Kevin?" 

"May I ask who's calling?" 

"This is Jordan's mother. May I talk to Kevin?" 

"Speaking." 

"I understand that you and Jordan had a bit of an altercation at a card game last evening." 

"I guess you could call it that. He bet. I called. He lost and then reneged on the bet by running away." 

"Yes, that's what I heard. Would you mind meeting me so we can discuss this situation?" 

"No problem. When and where?" 

"How about 8:00 this evening at the coffee shop by the freeway? Do you know which one I mean?" 

"Ya, I know where it is. I'll see you at 8," I said just before hearing the phone go 'click'. Afterwards, I sat there looking at the phone slowly becoming more and more upset as I realized that Jordan's 'mommy' was coming to his rescue again and was going to try and get me to excuse his behavior. That is, unless I did something about it. Slowly a plan began to form, one that I never would have even considered if it had been about anyone besides Jordan. 

I arrived at 7:45 and was still waiting at 8:15 when Jordan's mom walked in. I should have figured she'd be fashionably late. Ironically, the song "Brick House" was playing in the background because that is probably the best way to describe her; 5-foot 9-inches tall, about 140 pounds and the classic 36-24-36 measurements. I didn't find out until later that she was actually a 36C. Her hair was brunette and hung down to the middle of her back, and her legs were well toned and tanned as if she spent every spare minute either in the gym exercising or outside on the sun, or maybe both. 

I stood as she approached and slid into the seat across from me without a word. After I was seated, she immediately began. "I understand that Jordan and you were playing cards the other evening and you took advantage of his lack of tolerance for alcohol and got him to bet his car? I will tell you right now that I've already talked to an attorney about the situation and he has advised me that there is nothing you can do to make Jordan give you the car. He also said that due to his intoxicated state you and your friends could have several different legal charges brought against you." 

I immediately understood where Jordan got his arrogant attitude and knew without a doubt it was time to put my plan in motion. "Lady, I really don't give a shit what your lawyer said. Nobody made Jordan drink. He's over 18 just like all the rest of the people there. He drank because HE decided too, no one made him do it. As for the car, nobody made him do that either. He thought he had a better hand so he took a chance and he lost, plain and simple. Now he has two choices to resolve this ... either he takes responsibility for what he did and turns the car over to me or everybody in school will know by Monday what he did. Have you ever seen how mean kids can be to each other? It is not a pretty sight or ..." I stopped for a moment to let the tension build before finishing, "... you can pay the debt for him." 

She sat silently for a moment, realizing that she was not in control of the situation as she had thought she would be and that she had very little to bargain with, before replying. "And just how much would it cost me to pay off this debt?" 

"Monetarily, nothing: instead you have to grant me three wishes of my choice." 

I knew I had her as she sat there trying to figure out what she should do next. As I expected, she asked, "And just what are the three wishes?" 

"I'll tell you the first one now but you'll have to wait for the other two," I replied, smugly. 

I could tell she was irritated yet curious by the tone in her voice as she asked, "And just what is the first wish?" 

I knew that now was the "make-it-or-break-it" moment and that my whole plan depended on her answer. "Well, as you know Jordan stole my girlfriend from me a few months ago so I don't have a date for the senior prom. My first wish is that you and I go on a date tomorrow night, which is prom night. I doubt that either of us would feel comfortable at the prom, however, so we'll go somewhere else." 

Shock, surprise, flattery ... all seemed to cross her face before she replied. "Let's say I agree to this. What do Jordan and I get out of it?" 

"Firstly, I tell everyone that the whole thing was a joke that Jordan and I had planned and that I never wanted the car. That will get him off the hook. As for you, you get a chance to break that 'professional' mold you're in and possibly have some fun." 

Silence overwhelmed the table as we sat there and for a moment I thought that maybe I had gone too far before she said, "I'll have to think about this," as she stood to leave. 

"Ok, by me. Today is Saturday. You've got until noon tomorrow to make up your mind and let me know. After that there is nothing I can do to keep Jordan from catching all kinds of shit at school," I called as she headed for the door. 

At 11:00 the next morning my phone rang. 

"Ok, I'll do it," she said without any other introduction. "I only have one question though." 

"Ya, what's that?" 

"Do you know how to drive a stick-shift?" 

"Ya, why?" 

"We'll be using Jordan's car. That is his punishment for what he did and what he is indirectly responsible for making me do." 

"You have yourself a deal, lady. I'll see you at 7 o'clock," I replied as I hung up. 

When I arrived I was only mildly surprised to see Jordan's car waiting in the driveway, freshly washed and waxed with the convertible-top already down. The real surprise was when I went to the door to pick up my "date". I had barely touched the doorbell when it was opened by a middle-aged woman. "May I help you, young man?" 

As I tried to explain who I was she quickly replied, "Oh, I am so sorry, Sir. You're Mrs. Harris' companion for the evening. She will be down shortly. Please let me escort you to the living room where you can wait." 

"Mrs. Harris? Who the fuck was Mrs. Harris?" I thought before suddenly remembering that Jordan's last name was Harris and that I'd never found out what his mother's first name was. 

As I took a seat, I looked around and realized I was in way over my head. Here I was sitting in the home of one of the most influential women in town getting ready to take her on a date. Who the hell was I kidding? The idea of trying to slip out the door was racing through my head when she appeared at the doorway. Dressed in an ankle-length jean skirt, an off-the-shoulder blouse, and high-heel sandals, she looked 10 - 15 years younger than she was and anything but a doctor. 

"I hope you don't mind that I dressed a bit casual but I wasn't sure what you might have planned for this evening and this seemed the best 'all around' outfit I have." 

Stammering I replied, "Ya, that will be just fine. I figured we'd go out for something to eat and a couple of drinks if you'd like and just kind of see how things go from there." 

"Whatever you say. After all this is YOUR idea," she replied in a mildly sarcastic tone. 

Her tone was like a glass of cold water being thrown in my face. "Ya, you're right. It is MY idea and MY night. Let's go," I said as I walked out the door and headed to the car, leaving her standing where she had been. Even though I had been raised to behave like "a gentleman," I refused to show this woman any courteously until she learned to show some herself. 

Walking slowly to the car she stood by the door and looked at me as I sat behind the steering wheel. "Aren't you going to open the door for me?" 

"Why? Are your arms broken?" 

It was almost as if I'd slapped her face as a look of surprise and surrender came over it as she opened the door and sat next to me. "Now what?" 

"Like you said earlier, anything I want. This is MY night and you are MY date. So sit back, and try to relax for once in your life." 

If I had looked at her I'm sure I would have seen daggers being thrown in my direction, but instead I put the car in 1st gear and hit the gas leaving tread marks in her immaculate driveway. Quickly running through the gears, I headed for the Interstate as I watched the speedometer climb and the scenery fly past us. 

"Would you please slow down?" 

"Why, are you scared?" 

Silence ... then "Yes, a bit. I haven't gone quite this fast in a long time." 

"Then you don't know what you've been missing," I responded as I stepped on the gas peddle harder and pushing it to the floor. After several moments of staring straight ahead to make sure I didn't hit anything, I looked at the passenger seat and got the surprise of my life. It was if a transformation had taken place while I wasn't looking and a different person was in the car with me. Mrs. Harris, I still hadn't asked her first name yet, was reclining in the seat. Her eyes were closed and she had released her hair from the bands that had been holding it in place so that it flowed into the back seat as the wind blew through it. She had also pulled her dress up to reveal her well-shaped legs, while her hands were in her lap to keep it from climbing any higher, as the wind whipped through the car. What caught my attention at the moment, though, was that she apparently wasn't wearing a bra since her nipples were forming peaks in the material of her top. As if sensing that I was staring at her, Mrs. Harris turned and looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a small smile on her lips. "Don't you think you should be paying attention to the road?" 

It took every once of willpower I had to turn away from her and look back at the road. Yet even that didn't stop me from thinking about the change that had taken place and what I had seen. 

After another 20 minutes of driving, Mrs. Harris asked, "If you don't have any specific idea about what you'd like to do or where you'd like to go I have an idea." 

"Where is that?" I asked curious about what she might have in mind. 

"There is a small bar that serves pretty good food and even has a dance floor just ahead on the right, if you're interested." 

"Sure, why not." 

The bar came into view a short time later. Pulling into the parking lot, Mrs. Harris sat up, but instead of putting the bands back into her hair or pulling her dress down, she reached under the dress and began to release small buttons that were hidden by the pattern until the side fell open to mid-thigh. Then looking at me, with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she slid from the car. 

Sitting there I was amazed at the change that had come over this woman. When I picked her up she had been formal, haughty, and cold; yet here was a woman who was everything but those things. Here now was a woman who was exciting, adventurous and ... I suddenly thought to myself ... sexy. 

Standing at the side of the car, she asked in a soft tone, "So are you coming in or are you going to stay in the car?" 

Stammering I replied, "I'm coming." 

"Not yet you're not," she said jokingly as I noticed the glimmer in her eyes intensify. 

It wasn't until much later that I realized it was at that moment that I lost control of the events of the evening. Exiting the car, I quickly came around to join her and we began to walk towards the bar. "Don't you think we should lock the car first, Mrs. Harris," I asked. 

She stopped in her tracks and looked at me. A smile forming on her face that seemed to light up the whole lot. "No, I don't think we need to lock it up, but I just realized that we're about to go into the bar together and you don't even know my first name." Reaching out, she offered me her hand. "I'm Elaine, though my friends call me Ellie and some of the people in here," pointing to the bar, "call me Elle." 

Shocked I asked, "You mean you've been here before?" 

"Sure, I used to come here a lot. I even brought my husband here a couple of times before he ... It used to be one of our favorite hang-outs." Taking my hand she almost began pulling me along behind her as we entered the bar. 

The inside seemed like any other bar in the area except for the wall covered with news articles and pictures. Mrs. Harris, I mean Elaine, quickly headed for a corner booth where we sat down. I waitress soon appeared at the table to take our order. "Hello, I'm ... say ..., "looking at Elaine, "haven't I seen you somewhere before?" 

"I don't think so." 

Again the waitress looked at Elaine and then she looked at the wall of pictures and back at Elaine. "Aren't you ..." 

"Yes, but not tonight. Can we order now?" 

The young waitress quickly took our order and headed to the bar. 

"What was that all about?" I asked 

"Nothing." 

"Hey, a person doesn't act like she did over 'Nothing'. What's up?" 

"Well, you'll figure it out soon enough but I used to be a bit of a celebrity and so people occasionally recognize me from my old life." 

"Really? A celebrity?" 

"Let's just forget about that and have some fun, Okay?" 

"Okay with me." Our food was soon served and for the next hour we sat and talked as if we were old friends. Nothing was said about the events that had brought us together. Instead, we talked about what I planned to do after graduation, how she had dealt with her husband's death, and what she was going to do after Jordan left for college in the Fall. 

Suddenly she stood and took my hand, "Let's dance." 

A slow romantic song filled the bar and almost every couple in the place was on the dance floor when we got there. Gently, I wrapped my arms around her and began to sway to the music but we were bumped and I found myself pressed against her body. "I'm sorry." 

Pulling me closer she replied, "Don't be." 

Instantly, my body took over and my cock began to swell in my pants as I felt her pressing against me as we continued to dance. Instinctively, I reached down to her buttocks and pulled her closer to me. 

"Mmmmmm, either you stuffed something into your pants or someone is enjoying this," she whispered in my ear as she pressed harder against me. 

Embarrassed, I tried to pull away only to feel her pull me tighter. 

"Don't. I like it. It's been a long time since I've had a man respond to me like this. Care to tell me what you're thinking about?" 

"I'd probably get slapped across the face if I told you that." 

"Maybe not," she replied as the music ended and we stepped apart. "I need to use the 'Lady's Room'. Care to escort me?" 

Again I saw that glimmer in her eyes. "It would be my pleasure, Ma'am," I replied as I did my best 'Southern Gentleman' imitation, offering her my arm. 

Talking my arm, she led the way towards the back until she got next to the wall with all the articles and pictures and stopped. "You wait right here. I'll be back in a few moments," as said as she continued on. 

With nothing else to do, I began to look at the articles and pictures until I got about half-way through and there in the center was an 8x10 picture of a younger Mrs. Harris. The heading underneath read, "Local Woman Makes Her Mark in Hollywood's Adult Movie Industry." Quickly I began to read the article and was so engrossed by what it said that I didn't hear Elaine until she leaned against me and whispered, "See anything interesting there?" 


Three Wishes from Jordan's Mom Ch. 01



Startled, I spun around and almost knocked us both over. "I ... mmm ... I mean ... well, ya. There are a few things that seem pretty interesting up here." 

"Anything in particular?" 

Looking back over my shoulder at her picture on the wall and then back at her, I smiled, "Well actually there is one article up here that has me very intrigued." 

"Which one?" 

"This one," I said pointing to the picture. 

"Oh, that," she said nonchalantly. "It was for a look-alike contest that they held here. The picture is me and the article was made up by a friend. They said I was a perfect 'look-alike' except my boobs weren't as big as hers. Is that okay?" 

"I think they were wrong. You look a whole lot better than woman in the picture," I replied before I realize what I was saying. 

Stepping closer, she pressed against me and whispered, "I'm glad," as her hand slid down the front of my pants and gave my cock a gentle squeeze. Pulling back slightly, I felt her tugging at my shirt, "By the way could you hold onto these? They seem to have gotten pretty wet somehow and they felt really uncomfortable when I was pulling them back up so I decided to just leave them off." 

Looking down between us, I saw her slipping her panties into the front of my shirt before turning and walking back to our table. Quickly following, I got to the table just as she turned and said, "You know you still have two wishes ... any ideas?" 

"Maybe." 

"Well then?" 

Wrapping my arm around her waist, we left the bar and headed towards Jordan's car. After unlocking the door, I waited until she stepped towards it before I said, "I know what I want for wish #2." 

Turning she looked at me, "And what might that be?" 

Leaning against her, I pinned her to the car as I wrapped my arms around her. Sensing what was coming, she closed her eyes and stood there waiting until I leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms over my neck and we continued to kiss until someone yelled from a passing car, "Get a room." 

Pulling away, we began to laugh as I opened the door for her. Sliding into the seat, I saw a smile form on her face as she looked at the front of my pants. I closed the door and ran to the other side and slid into the driver's seat. Then, as I was about to put the key in the ignition she reached out and took my hand. 

"I hope you don't misunderstand this and actually, I'm not sure why I'm feeling this way but I think that is probably a good idea." 

"What's that?" 

"I think is would be a good idea if we got a room." 

Stunned, I looked at her. Was this beautiful woman offering what I though she was? 

"Don't act like you haven't thought about it. I've seen you trying to look down my top all night long and to be honest it turned me on. Now, unless I'm mistaken, that bulge in the front of your pants means that you're hard as a rock which is perfect because I'm as wet as I've been in years. The only thing that would make it better as far as I'm concerned is to have your cock inside of me. What do you think?" 

Sitting there I thought, "I must be dreaming," not realizing that I was actually saying it out loud, until I felt Elle's hand took mine and slid it under her dress to the cleft between her legs. 

"Does this feel like a dream?" she asked seductively as she spread her legs and pressed her pussy against my hand... or how about this?" as she pulled down the front of her top revealing her hardened nipples. "Do those look like dreams? ... or this," she asked as she pulled my hand from between her legs and moved it towards my nose and lips. "Does that smell or taste like a fucking dream?" 

Seeing, feeling, and tasting what she was offering was only intensified by hearing her using the word "fucking" as I quickly put the key in the ignition and started the car. "Do you know of any place close that we can go?" I stuttered. When she didn't answer I looked over at her. She was still sitting there but her right hand was buried between her legs and from the motion, I knew she was slowly sliding her finger(s) in and out of herself while her left hand was cupping her exposed tit and gently squeezing her nipple. "Elle, ELLE, is there anyplace close we can go?" 

She responded as if in a daze, "Yesssssss ... ooohhhhhhh ... there's a hotel just up the road. Ohhhhhh, god, hurry. Ohhhhhhhh ... shittttttt. I haven't felt like this in so long. I need to feel a cock ... your cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I need to feel you pumping in and out of me and ... filling me. Filling me with your cock and your cum. I can't believe I'm saying this but I want you to fuck me long and hard and then I want you to cum deep inside of my pussy," she sighed as I hit the gas kicking up a trail of pebbles and dust as we left the parking lot. 

It barely seemed like more than a minute before the lights of a local motel lit up the highway along with the sign beneath flashing "NO VACANCY". By now Elle seemed more composed, though her hand was still hidden under her dress and she took in the meaning before I could say a word. "There's a road on the right about two miles ahead. It leads to a cabin that we can use." 

I didn't ask her how she knew about the cabin but flew down the road at 75mph, almost missing the turn and barely keeping the car under control as the tires hit the dirt road. 

"Road" was an overstatement. It was barely more than a trail with tall grass down the center and trees on each side yet the ruts that were hidden under the grass told of a one-time road that had been used frequently though not in a long time. Keeping my foot on the gas, we sped down the road until we suddenly burst from the trees into a clearing with a cabin just in front of us. 

Slamming on the brakes, we came to a skidding stop with barely 5-foot to spare. As I pulled up the parking brake and threw the car into neutral, Elle jumped from the car and ran to the cabin. After fumbling in her purse for a moment, she pulled out some keys and opened the door. She reached in she flipped a switch, turning on the inside lights before she turned and waved for me to join her. The moonlight seemed to be drawn to her just like I was as it illuminated her. At that moment, there was no doubt in my mind that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. 

Stepping out of the car, I quickly joined her, then taking each other's hand we entered the cabin laughing like a couple of children. 

The inside of the cabin had a rustic beauty like the pictures you might see in a magazine. Neat and well-stocked, it had an old pot-belly stove, a fireplace, bookshelves, a couple of chairs and a table, and a large bed off to the side. Not needing anything more at the moment, I grabbed Elle and pulled her to me. Our lips met and the room became a blur. Our hands seemed to move without thought and before I knew it, our clothing was being thrown across the cabin. For the first time I saw this lovely woman in the nude except for her high-heeled sandals. 

Her skin was tanned and the bikini lines were clearly visible except that it seemed the upper ones were slightly less defined meaning that she occasionally sun-bathed topless. Her brunette hair hung to her mid-back now that it had been released and her buttocks and legs were toned and shapely. Her breasts were high and didn't show any sign of sagging even though she'd had a child. I instantly wondered why she even wore a bra. Her stomach was flat except for the slight "baby bulge" that came from pregnancy and there was no doubt that she was a natural brunette after seeing the well-trimmed hair around her womanhood. 

"Do you like what you see?" she asked as she held out her arms towards me. 

"Hell, yes. Only an idiot wouldn't think that you are the most beautiful woman in the world." 

"Mmmmmmm, you know that flattery will get you anywhere," she said as she slowly stepped backwards until she was against the bed, "especially into this bed and more importantly into me. So why don't you just come over here and join me?" 

As I moved towards, her she slowly sat on the bed, her eyes looking up and down my body until they rested on my hard cock. When I was close enough, she reached out and wrapped her hand around my shaft. "That truly does look good enough to eat and I haven't had any man-meat in a long time. Mmmmmm, I can already tell it's bigger than my husband's ever was and maybe bigger than any other man I've ever been with." At which time, she leaned forward and kissed the tip. A drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip and she descended, taking my whole shaft into her mouth. 

The moist heat was more then I could stand and I wrapped me hands in her hair, beginning to pump my hips and quickly matching the rhythm she had set. "Oh fuck. I'm not sure how long I can last like this. If we're not careful I'm going to find out if you're the type of woman who shallows." 

Pulling away she looked up at me, "I am, but not right now. Later, we can do this again and you can cum in my mouth, or on my face, or all over my tits, but right now I need you deep inside of me when you cum. I need to feel you buried in me." Moving seductively, she slid further up on the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Now come here and put that beauty inside of me. I want to be fucked and fucked hard." 

That was all I needed to hear as I climbed onto the bed with her. Kneeling between her legs, I looked at the beautiful woman offering herself to him. Like most men I'd fantasized about something like this but now it wasn't a dream and I wanted to make the most of it. Our eyes met as she stretched her arms out to me. I knew that whatever I did next was going to affect both of us forever so instead of simply pushing into her, I leaned over and kissed her ... slowly, passionately, my tongue sliding between her lips and dancing within her mouth. I felt her arms warp around me as her legs encircled my waist and tried to pull me down to her. Instead, I pulled away and began to kiss her neck and shoulder. 

I explored her neck with my lips, lightly brushing across her skin, delicately touching it with just the tip on my tongue or unexpectedly lightly biting down on her exposed flesh. I was rewarded with the sound of a sudden intake of air as she sighed or with the a growling sound from deep within her chest. I challenged myself by lightly running my fingernails over her shoulder and down the outside of her arm before slipping to the inside of the arm and moving back up, just barely touching the outer edge of her breast. 

"Ohmigod, lover. Where did you learn to do that?" she sighed as I felt her body tremble beneath me. 

I wasn't about to tell her that this was the first time I had ever made love to a woman and that everything I knew was either from a book or talks with my friends so I didn't answer but continued exploring. 

Almost imperceptibly I moved lower across her upper chest, kissing, licking, nibbling as I moved until I found myself at the upper swell of her breasts. Suddenly, I remembered a conversation I had overheard in a bar between two military guys. "When it comes to making love to a woman you have three choices just as if you were at war, you can attack, you can withdraw or you can use diversion and then come at them in a totally unexpected way." 

I knew that 'attacking' Elle, even in her present state, would only mean this would be a one-time thing. 'Withdrawing' wasn't an option which left 'diversion'. Quickly pulling away, I leaned back on my knees before moving forward pressing my cock against the entrance to her pussy. 

"Yesssssss," she moaned as she spread her hips wider expecting to feel my cock enter her. 

I stopped and looked down at her. "I know that you've been married and I'm sure a woman as beautiful as you has had her share of lovers but I want this to be special for both of us," I said. So instead of pushing into her, I grabbed my cock at the base and lifted it up before slapping it downwards against her pussy lips making sure to hit the area over her clit. 

Instantly, her eyes opened wide and her back arced. "Shhhhhhhh," she hissed as she took a deep breath of air. 

Grabbing her legs, I dragged her towards me until her hips were settled on mine and my cock was nestled against her outer pussy lips. 

"What was that?" she crooned. "It felt like ... I'm not sure what. I felt strange but in a good way. Like someone had lit a firecracker or something against my pussy." 

"So you like this?" I asked as I grabbed my cock and slapped it against her pussy again. 

"Mmmmmm, yes, no, I don't know. Just don't stop," she muttered as she ground her pussy against me. 

I continued slapping my cock against her pussy as I watched the outer lips thicken and swell, turning a deep shade of pink before the juices from within began to seep out and splatter across both of us. Her breathing had become erratic and her body trembled as I leaned forward, sliding my cock between her lips slicing up and down its length as I moved my hips. 

At the same time, I reached forward and, using both hands, began to trace circles around her breasts. I just barely touched her skin with my fingertips as I began at the top and slowly moved down along the outer edge following the contour along her sides before gliding back up through the valley between them. Over and over my hands followed the pattern, occasionally deviating to go directly up across her breast nudging the nipple. Each time, I would hear a sigh or murmur from her as her body trembled. I could tell the contrasting sensations of my cock bumping against her clit and my hands gently caressing her breasts were having the effect I had hoped for as I watched her arch her back, pressing her tit against my hand as her nipples hardened and small 'goose-bumps' appeared around her darker colored areole. 

Suddenly, she reached up and wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me downwards. "You're driving me crazy. Come here and suck on my nipple," she sighed as she cupped it and held it to my lips. 

Unable to hold back any longer, I took her nipple between my lips. At first I licked across it but her hand pulled me tighter and tighter against the tit, forcing more and more into my mouth. Some primal memory seemed to be triggered as I began to suck on it and nibble on the protruding nipple. My tongue danced across it, moistening it before I lightly blew on it: the combination of the moist heat and cool air quickly causing the nipple to harden and point into the air. 

"Ahhhhhh god, lover. That's it. Play with my tits. Lick them, suck my nipple. Bite it if you want," she sighed. "I know this is going to sound terrible but I used to get so turned on when Joshua bit me while I was breast-feeding him that I kept a vibrator in the drawer next to the bed to get myself off afterwards." 

"Ohhhhh, god that feels good, lover. Play with my tits. That's it ... suck on my nipples ... pull on them with your teeth. Ahhhh, it's been so long since anybody paid attention to them. I can feel myself getting wetter each time you suck on one of them. It's been sooooo long since anyone has made love to me. I haven't felt anything like this in ... I can't remember how long," she groaned as I bit down on the nipple and pulled away, drawing with me before suddenly letting it go to pop back against her chest. 

"So good ... so nasty. You've already got me so fucking horny. Can you smell how horny I am? Shit, I can feel the juices running down my legs. I need you to put your cock in me. I need to feel you filling me. Being here with you, feeling what you've done to my body, I not only need you but WANT you to make love to me. I haven't had a lover since my husband was killed. I've had a few 'one-night-stands' but nothing like this." Then, after hesitating, she continued, "I want to you to be my lover. I want you to use me any way you want just so long as you make me feel this marvelous over and over again. I want to have you buried deep inside of me, NOW," she moaned as she grabbed my cock with one hand and tried to pull me downwards with the other. 

I knew I had a choice to make ... a hard one. I could do as she was pleading for or I could hold off and make this night spectacular for both us . It took every once of will power I had to pull my cock away from the pleasures of her beckoning pussy. Instead, I looked down at her and whispered, "Not yet" as I continued to nibble and suck on her nipples while my hands caressed her body. 

Cupping her breasts, blowing on her moist nipples, stroking her hair, lightly gliding my fingertips over her stomach, I used every technique I had ever read about as I sought ways to impress her and increase her excitement. My mouth and tongue followed my hands as I kissed her body until I found myself looking at her lush, aroused pussy. The lips seemed even more swollen and a deeper red then they had earlier. Her juices coated her lips and inner thighs, matting down her pubic hair. 

My body screamed with desire to have this woman, to possess her, to make her mine. But at the same time I remembered that to do that I had to make this different. I had to make this better than any other man ever had. I didn't want to be like Elle's husband or any other guy she'd ever been with. A plan formed in my mind as I leaned forward and gently kissed her pussy lips. It was going to take every ounce of my remaining will-power but I knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment and that the results would be worth it. 

Pulling away, I looked up over her mound and between her cleavage to see her reaction as I whispered, "Roll over and get on your hands and knees." For the briefest second, I saw the disappointment on her face but inside I knew she had no idea what I was about to do and that I had been right about wanting to be different. 

She slowly moved into position, as I got up and quickly searched the cabinets in the bathroom, finally finding what I was looking for. "Now was the time to make the difference," I thought as I knelt behind her and pulled her back towards me. As she moved backwards, I sat back on my heels and allowed my cock to glide beneath her pussy and nestle between her pouting lips, striking her clit once again. 

She instinctively reached between her legs to grab my cock and guide it to her pussy until I stopped her. "Not yet, I told you I want this to be different and special, so just relax and let me take care of everything. In fact, why don't you put one of those pillows under your head and stretch your legs out so you can relax?" 

Unsure of what else to do, Elle did as I said. Almost instantly, she realized just how erotic the position was as her weight settled on my lap and my cock brushed against her aroused clit. 

"Mmmmmmm, this feels good," she sighed. "You are such a tease." 

"Ssshhhhh, just relax," I replied as I took the baby oil I had found and poured some in my hands. Rubbing them together I warmed the liquid before leaning forward and beginning to massage her shoulders. 

"Oh my god!! When you lean forward like that your cock rubs my clit and sends shivers all over me." 

"I'm glad to hear that, now just relax and enjoy," I replied as I began to seduce her in the most romantic, erotic way I could think of. Each time I stretched forward, my cock slid across her clit only to slowly be drawn back across it as I massaged back down to the small of her back. I soon began to feel her juices pooling in my lap as she became more and more aroused. 

"This is absolutely fantastic. I've never felt so relaxed and yet so excited at the same time. On one hand I want to have you to stick your cock in me and make love to me, but on the other hand I just want to lay here and feel more of what you're doing to me." 

"In that case, I guess the decision is up to me and you'll just have to wait until I'm done," I replied as I began to massage her buttocks and legs, listening to her moans and signs. 




Three Wishes from Jordan's Mom Ch. 01



Finally, she couldn't take anymore and attempted to get up as she looked over her shoulder, "I can't wait any more. I can feel my pussy juices running out of me like a damn river and all you want to do is keep teasing? Now put that fucking cock of yours in my pussy and fuck me!" 

I slowly sat up and looked down at her aroused body. Her skin had a pink hue to it from her body's response to my touch and her pussy lips were distended, while her juices dripped onto the bed sheet beneath her. The cabin was filled with the scent of her arousal. I knew that now was the time as I rubbed the head of my cock against her nether lips, spreading her juices across them and lubricating them before starting to slowly push into her. 

"You know you still have one more wish," she groaned. 

Surprised, I looked at her. "I honestly can't think of anything I could possibly want right now." 

"In that case can I use your last wish?" 

I nodded and waited to hear what she might want. 

Pulling away, she flipped over so she was on her back, looking up at me, "Well it's actually several wishes all leading up to one final fantastic wish. First, I want you to fuck me. I don't mean make love to me, we can do that later. Right now I want to have you slam into me as deep as you can ... use me ... make me into your own personal slut. I want to feel you stretch me so I never forget what it's like to have you in me. Interested in fulfilling that part?" 

I didn't say a word as I placed my cock against her swollen lips. Grabbing her legs by the ankles, I spread her wide open and pushed my hips forward. Even after having been stretched by having a baby and having her fingers pushed up inside of her while she played with herself in the car, she was tight. Tighter than I had ever expected. slowly I pushed half of my cock into her before stopping. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes but still she reached around behind me and tried to pull me deeper. Instead, I pulled back slightly and reached between us. I began to lightly stroke her clit until I felt her quiver and her juices begin to coat my finger before I pushed all the way into her depths in a single long thrust. 

"Yyyyyeeeeeeesssssss," she hissed as I buried my cock deep inside her. She could feel the tip of my cock pressing against her cervix and relished in the pleasure/pain she was feeling. According to her, my cock was fucking virgin territory and she loved every bit of it. Spreading her legs even wider, she braced herself on her elbows to look down between her legs and watch my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. 

A slimy sheen quickly coated it and foam began to form at the base from her juices. Vaguely, I remembered one of the books I had read referring to it as 'fuck butter.' My balls felt full and heavy as they swayed and slapped her ass with each stroke. 

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist and ground her pussy against me. Reaching down to her stretched pussy she felt my cock imbedded deep in her. When she removed her hand, she was momentarily surprised when she saw not only the 'fuck butter' but blood on it. "Look at this; you've stretched me so much you've made me bleed just like a fucking virgin. But I haven't been a virgin in a long time baby, and right now I want you to fuck me like the slut I am tonight." She paused before she continued, "I know when we first met I was rude to you and I know you have every right to get even with me for it so I want you to slam your cock into my pussy until I scream. Fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me so hard it hurts and then fuck me harder. Fuck me harder then I've even been fucked before and when you're ready to cum I want you to push in as deep as you can. I just want you to fill me with your hot, wet cum and make me your mommy-slut." 

"If that's what you truly want then hold on 'cuz I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," I snarled in response. 

"Please, baby, please. Fill my pussy with that young cock of yours and fuck me like a bitch-in-heat. Pound your cock into me and make me scream. This is what I've been waiting for, baby. I need to feel your cock inside of me and have you fill me with your cum. I want us to fuck like a couple of animals. I want you to fuck me so hard I feel your cock in my stomach and I want you to pump your load of cum deep inside of me, filling me until it runs from me down onto the bed," she pleaded. 

I withdrew my cock until it rested against her swollen pussy lips again, then I grabbed her hips and slid deeper and deeper into the warm, moist confines of her pussy until my public hair meshed with hers and my cockhead pressed deep inside of her. 

"Mmmmm, that feels good ... so nice and deep. I like the way it fills me, slide your cock in and out of my pussy nice and slow. I'm so damn horny ... I need to feel you filling me. I need to feel you fucking me. Slide that big, young dick of yours in and out me. Yes ... yes ... yessssss ... that's it. Fill me with that wonderful cock. Mmmmmmm ... it feels so good. Play with my titties and my clit, lover. Do anything you want with me. I'm all yours." 

Stopping for a moment, I relished in the sensations being sent throughout my body by this beautiful woman. I could feel her saturated pussy canal opening to take me each time I thrust forward and then clamp down onto my cock each time I withdrew, and now I was hearing her giving herself to me entirely. I could do anything I wanted to her and yet I knew that all I wanted to do was give her the same pleasure she was giving me. With that in mind, I leaned forward and whispered, "You mean like this?" while placing one finger on Elle's clit and slowly pinching her nipple with forefinger and thumb the other hand. 

"Yesssssss ... ohhh, god ... just like that. Mmmmmmm ... you're sending shivers up and down my whole body like that. I can feel myself getting ready to cum." 

"I want to see you when you cum." 

"I want to see you too, lover," she said as she quickly placed a pillow under her hips to lift her pussy higher. 

Suddenly a memory flashed in my head as I remembered some forgotten bit of information from my sex education class. "That's exactly how our text books explained the best position to use when a couple was trying to get the woman pregnant," I said.  

"I know. They say this is the best position to get knocked-up." 

"Are you trying to tell me something?" 

Smiling she looked up at me, "I want you to take me in any position you want as often as you can, but most importantly ... and this is my actual wish ... I want you to cum in me, each and every time. I want you to fill my pussy with load after load of your baby-making cum and knock me up. I want to be pregnant when we leave here. I hadn't really thought about having another baby in years. I'm not using any kind of birth-control since I've always insisted my 'one-night-stands' use a condom but after everything you've done to me this evening, I want to feel your cum coating my pussy. I want to have another baby ... your baby. Now don't get me wrong I'm not going to try and stick you with the responsibility for raising the baby or anything. I've got plenty of money. I just know that I want to have a baby and I want it to be yours ... that is if you don't have any problem with it?" 

I didn't need to think about it. I somehow knew she was right. I wanted to be the father of her child and any other children she might have in the future so I slid my cock deep into her waiting pussy as I leaned forward to place a kiss on her lips. "I don't have a problem with that at all. In fact, I think I'd like the two of us to do this a lot. I know we've only known each other a short time but I like you a lot and would be proud to be the father of our child." 

"You know that for me to get pregnant it will probably take more than just once." 

"Yep." 

"I like the sound of that. So why don't we start now. Pump that cock of yours in and out of me and knock me up ... get me pregnant with our baby." 

Instantly I began to pump in and out of her aroused pussy. I wasn't the least bit surprised when I felt her wrap her legs around my waist, locking them behind my back. 

"That's it, lover. Fuck me. Yessss ... ahh ... ahh ... ahhh ... ohhhh. I can feel you pressing against me cervix each time you bury your cock in me. Ahhhh ... aahhh ... don't stop. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me ... harder ... ohhh, yesss ... that's it. You're slamming against my clit every time you fuck me like that. Ohhhh, gawd ... I like this. More ... fuck me harder. Press it in as deep and hard as you can. Try to push your way into my womb. Knock me up, lover. Fuck your mommy-slut," she said as she began to match my rhythm while her fingernails clawed at my back. 

For me it was a dream come true. Beneath me was a woman that I barely knew and yet I also knew I could care for and love forever and just, as importantly, she was offering to be mine. Slowly I felt my scrotal sack beginning to tighten and knew that I didn't want to hold it back this time. I was going to empty myself into this woman and fulfill both of our fantasies. "Elle ... I'm not going to be able to hold off much longer. I'm going to empty my load of cum deep inside of your beautiful pussy." 

"Do it ... fill my pussy with your cum ... fill me until it drips from me ... make me a mommy again ... get me pregnant ... then you can be a mommy-fucker ... ahhh ... that's it ... pump me ... fuck me ... deeper ... I'm going to cum too ... fuck me ... now ... ohhh, yessssss ... now ... now ... fuck me harder ... fuck me faster ... fill me with your cum, lover ... That's it, baby ... Fuck me ...aaauuggghhhhh ... fill me ... mmmmmmm ... yessssss ... don't stop ... aaaauuuggghhhhhh ... yessssssss ... aaaafffff ... gaawwwddddd ... it feeeeellllllssssss ssssooooooo goooooddddd ... fuck me ... harder ... harder, baby ... fill my pussy ... mmmmuuuupppppffffffff ... fuCK ME, STUD ... FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM ... I'M GOING TO CUM, BABY ... HARDER ... THAT'S IT ... HARDER ... aaauuuggghhhh ... aaauuuGGGHHH ... NOW ... HARDER ... I WANT TO FEEL IT IN MY GUT ... PUSH HARDER ... I'M CUMMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGGG ... YYYYYYYEEEEEEIIiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she screamed. The sounds of her orgasm filled the room and the wilderness around us. 

Her passion sent me over the top as her pussy muscle milked the cum from my body. Strand after strand sprayed from the tip to cover the inside of her pussy and enter her womb. "I'm cumming too ... yyyeess ... nowwwwwwwww," I grunted as I pressed deeper into her and held myself there as she thrashed through her orgasm. 

Afterwards, I slowly pulled the blankets over us before rolling on my side while she draped her crossed legs over my hips to help hold the semen in. 

"I just want to say thank you. I could have done this with any guy but I'm glad I did it with you. You made it special." 

"My pleasure." 

Wrapped in each other's arms, we slowly fell into a lover's sleep. 

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- Eight Months Later and 1500 miles away - 

Slowly I woke to the feel of the sun as it shown through the window and a warm, moist feel around my morning hard-on. Looking down I wasn't surprised to see the beautiful face of the most beautiful woman in the world looking back up at me as she slowly sucked on my cock. "Good morning, Sweetheart!" 

"Mmmmmppfffff ... Good Morning yourself, stud," she replied after pulling herself from her favorite pastime. "I hope you don't mind that I started before you were awake, but being pregnant has made me hornier than I ever was before and we do need to get an early start today." 

Momentarily, I couldn't remember what she was talking about, but didn't want her to know so I replied, "Of course, but we do need to finish what you started first." 

"Of course we do," she replied, "and just how would you like me this morning?" 

Rising on one elbow I looked at my beautiful, seductive, and massively pregnant wife. She and I had fulfilled her ... no our ... wish that weekend and when I graduated two months later we quietly left town. My parents were the only ones who knew about Elle and I and though they didn't like the idea they didn't try to stop me either. 

In the six months since we had left, a lot had changed. Elle had taken a teaching position at a Medical school in California and we had been quietly married on our way through Reno. I had finally decided what I wanted to do with my life and was a student at the University of California where I was majoring in mechanical engineering. 

Yet some things hadn't changed at all. We started each morning in each other's arms. Sometimes we made slow, lingering love and other times, we fucked like a pair of youngsters. Recently I had overheard a conversation between two other students at school as they tried to define the "perfect woman". After shooting countless ideas back and forth they had agreed that the perfect woman was a perfect lady out of bed and a perfect slut in bed. Smiling at her, I knew that I had married the 'perfect woman'. 

"Well, what are you thinking about? Aren't you interested in fucking your old, pregnant wife anymore?" she asked teasingly. 

"Oh, I'm interested all right. I was just thinking about the best way to do it and I think I know exactly how. Get on your hands and knees. Let me see that pussy of yours." 

Quickly, she scooted around getting into her favorite position just as I had asked. Her legs were slightly parted to reveal her swollen, lust-enflamed labia hidden beneath her firm, round buttocks: while she pulled a pillow beneath her to support her swollen abdomen and hanging breasts. Once again, I knew I was being challenged by this gorgeous woman to fulfill her desires. Kneeling behind her, I stroked her buttocks, letting my hand slide down to her nether lips. They were warm and wet, and opened to my touch to reveal her pussy: yet I held back. I knew that the longer I teased her, the hotter she'd be and the more we'd enjoy it together. 

"Ohhhhhhh, you're still such a fucking tease. You know I need your cock just like an addict needs a fix but you just keep playing with me. Fuck ... put your cock in me. Fill me with your tool and pump me full of your cum. You have no idea how much I love the feel of it as I sit in class teaching my students and it slowly seeps out of me, coating my thighs. I'm such a fucking slut, but I'm your slut: only yours." 

Slowly I spread her buttocks to reveal more of her pussy, the aroma of her arousal quickly filling the room and overwhelming my senses. Without another thought, I leaned down and ran my tongue lightly over the swollen lips. Her response was instantaneous. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, that's it lover, lick my pussy. Kiss my lips and suck on my clit. I'm so fucking horny already that I'm not going to be able to take much of this," she said in a quivering voice as she pressed her pussy back against my face. 

My face was buried between her ass cheeks as I licked and sucked on her pussy while her motions became more and more frantic until finally she couldn't take anymore. 

"Yeessssss ... yesss ... yessss. That's it ... ahhhhh ...ahhhh ... ahhhh ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm ... gonna ... cum ... all ... over ... your ... face ... right ... nnnnooooOOOOWWWW," she wailed. 

Feeling her juices begin to flow out to cover my chin, I reached down and lightly pinched her exposed clit sending her into an even higher orgasmic level. 

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, FUUUUCCCCKKKKKK. WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGG TOOOOO MEEEEEE ...!!??????" 

Now was the time I had waited for, now was the time to add the final touch to the morning as I knelt behind her and slid my cock deep into her flowing pussy. No longer able to speak, she simply moaned as her pussy muscles sucked my cock deeper and deeper into her. 

Then suddenly from the doorway came a voice, "WHAT THE FUCK??" 

Looking us, we both saw Jordan standing there. Suddenly, I remembered what it was that we were supposed to do today. Jordan and Trish were coming to visit for the first time and while they knew that Ell was married again they had no idea it was to me ... or that she was pregnant with our child. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" he screamed. 

Immediately, I tried to pull out of Elle but she tightened her inner muscles like a vice holding me in place. "Don't even think about it lover," she whispered as she looked over her shoulder. 

Then, looking at Jordan, she smiled as she said, "Hi, baby. I want you to meet your new step-father and the father of my baby. But if you wouldn't mind we have something to finish and then we'll meet you downstairs to talk, ok?" 

Jordan stood there unsure of what to say or do but spun on his heels and stomped down the hall towards the stairs leading to the living room. Trish stood there looking at us, a gleam forming in her eyes, before she seductively licked her lips and followed Jordan downstairs. 

Looking back over her shoulder, she whispered, "I think Trish still has the hots for you," as she began to slide her hips back and forth quickly picking up where we had left off. 

Leaning over, I whispered back, "She has the hots for one of us but that doesn't necessarily means it's me," before she reached beneath her and cupped her swaying breasts as our rhythm increased. Just as I was about to cum, I lightly pinched her distended nipples and whispered, "This is a lot better than a 'Vette any day." 

Elle's second orgasm was triggered by the feel of my cum flooding her pussy, causing her muscles to tighten and milk the cum from deep in my balls as she replied, "I definitely think so, too." 

***** 

Some of my long-time fans and readers may recognize this story. Literotica graciously allowed me to pull the original version for revisions and editing. I hope you enjoy the up-dated version as much as I enjoyed re-writing it. 

Ghostwalker



Three Wishes from Jordan's Mom Ch. 02



My thanks to my editor 'larryinseattle' for an excellent job of making this story even better. 

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Withdrawing my now deflating cock from my wife's pussy I rolled onto my back and looked up at the ceiling reliving the events leading up to the last few moments. 

Jordan's mother and I had met after Jordan had reneged on a bet he had made while we were playing poker. She had agreed to go on a date with me as payment for what he had owed and before the evening was over we had become lovers. Who would have ever thought a 35 year-old woman and a 19-year-old guy could have fallen so hard for each other? After the first night, we just couldn't get enough of each other and soon ended up spending almost every night together: sometimes making love, sometimes fucking like a couple of wild animals, and sometimes just cuddling in each others arms and falling asleep watching TV. 

As soon as I graduated, I asked her to marry me and, with tears streaming from her eyes, she had said, "YES", but almost immediately pulled from my arms and informed me that she was leaving town. 

"Why, is it something I've said or done?" I asked. 

"In a way, although it was actually something we both did?" 

"What?" 

"The test came back positive." 

Stupidly, I replied, "What test?" 

Smiling, she whispered, "I'm pregnant!! I've already been to see a friend of mine who is an OB and she said I'm about two months along which means it probably happened the first weekend we were together." 

A million thoughts seemed to flood my mind at the news but the facts were that I loved her, I wanted to marry her, I wanted to be the father of our child, and I would go wherever she went to do it. I pulled her back into my arms and told her how I felt and we immediately started making plans for our new life together. The only two people who knew the truth were my parents and though they weren't overly happy about things, they didn't try to stop us. 

The problem with our plan had been Jordan. There was no way we could tell him about us: he was the typical "poor, little, rich kid". He had been spoiled and gotten everything he ever wanted in life especially after his father was killed by a drunk driver. The combination of the money from his dad's life insurance and the settlement against the drunk driver had left him "comfortable" and pretty much independent except for his reliance on his mother to get him out of trouble. Which she had to do more and more frequently as he grew up. 

Finally, Elle had come up with an idea and told him that she was moving to a new town to teach at a prestigious medical college but that he should continue to stay in the house while he was enrolled at the local university. 

Now, six months later, we were married and living almost 1500 miles from the town where we had met. Several weeks before, Elle and I had talked and decided that it was about time to tell Jordan about us so we invited him for a visit. What we hadn't planned on was him walking in on us while we were making love. Needless to say, the announcement about her and I hadn't gone the way we had planned and Jordan was downstairs waiting for us along with his girlfriend, Trish ... my ex-girlfriend. 

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Lost in my thoughts and memories I was barely aware of Elle slipping away from my side until she stood up at the side of the bed and grabbed her robe. 

"I guess we better go down stairs and deal with this." 

Rolling over, I looked at her as the morning sunlight shown through the window behind her. No longer the 36C-24-36 she had been when we had our first date, she was a more voluptuous 38D-50-36 and I loved her even more. At 5-foot 9-inches tall she carried her pregnancy well. Her brunette hair had grown and now hung almost to her waist and had taken on a more auburn look due to the highlights caused by the West Coast sun. Her tan was now an "all over" tan since she hadn't been able to find a swimsuit that fit and frequently sun-bathed nude in our backyard. 

"AHEM! Did you hear me?" 

"Yes, I did but I was enjoying the view you're providing by wearing that robe. It's almost see-thru when you stand in the sunlight. Are you sure you don't want to wear something else?" 

Looking down, she saw her shadow on the floor. A small smile appeared on her face as she replied, "Hey, this is our house and I happen to like this robe. Everything else I own is either too tight or too warm. Besides which, after what just happened, Jordan has already seen everything there is to see ... and more." 

Laughing, I got out of bed and wrapped my arms around her. "I guess you're right. Just give me a chance to put on my jogging shorts and off we go." 

I quickly put my shorts on, took her hand, and headed downstairs. If I had known what was waiting for us or what was about to happen, I would have asked her to wait in our bedroom but as they say hind-sight is 20/20. 

Entering the room, we saw Jordan was pacing back and forth, his anger seeming to fill the room. 

As soon as he saw us he exploded. "GET THAT FUCKER OUT OF HERE, MOTHER! THIS IS BETWEEN YOU AND ME!!" 

Squeezing my hand tighter, she replied. "No, he's staying right here. He is my husband whether you like it or not and this is his house as well as mine, so you can either calm down so we can talk or you can ..." 

"... CAN WHAT? LEAVE? YOU TWO WOULD LOVE THAT! I COULD LEAVE SO THE TWO OF YOU CAN GO BACK UPSTAIRS AND FUCK SOME MORE. YOU COLDN'T KEEEP YOUR FUCKING LEGS CLOSED AFTER DAD WAS KILLED SO YOU END UP WITH THIS LOSER! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING WHORE!!" Jordan screamed as his fist tightened. 

Sensing what was about to happen, I pulled Elle out of the way and moved in to block Jordan's punch. Luckily I was no longer the "98-pound weakling" I had once been or the punch would have knocked me off me feet. Instead it simply stunned me for a few seconds as the stars cleared from my head. Straightening up, I clenched my fist as a look of terror crossed Jordan's face, but Elle's terrified voice quickly overtook anything I had planned on doing to Jordan. 

"Oh my god, KEVIN!! What's happening?!" 

I spun around and saw her sitting in a chair, the lower half of her gown saturated while Trish was kneeling on the floor next to her holding her hand. 

"Something is wrong!! It's too soon. Call an ambulance, hurry!!" 

Looking back at Jordan the anger erupted from my voice. "This is it, you're done. Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever show up here again! If you do, I promise you won't like what will happen!" 

Jordan knew when it was best to retreat and quickly moved towards the front door before looking back at Trish. "ARE YOU COMING?" 

Trish continued to hold Elle's hand and didn't say a thing. 

"FINE! FUCK YOU, TOO. STAY WITH THESE TWO, BITCH. I DON'T NEED ANY OF YOU!!" he yelled as he left, slamming the door behind him. 

The ambulance arrived quickly and after doing their assessment, the Paramedics loaded Elle in the ambulance and took off for the hospital with lights flashing and siren wailing. Quickly jumping into the car, I followed the ambulance with Trish sitting next to me. 

"I hope she's ok," Trish said timidly. 

"Me, too! For her sake, the baby's sake ... and Jordan's sake," I snarled, "because if anything happens to either of them the world won't be big enough for that dumb-fuck to hide from me!" 

Trish sat silent the rest of the way to the hospital but quickly got out of the car and followed me in when we arrived. Doctors and nurses moved in and out of Elle's room with practiced precision until her OB came out to talk to me. "Everything is fine, now. It was 'touch-and-go' for a little bit but she and the baby are doing great. Do either of you know what happened to cause this?" 

I quickly told him of the morning's events before he replied, "Well it could have been caused by several things. First, I know that you and Elle enjoy a ... mmmm ... healthy sex life but considering how far she is in her pregnancy that could have had some effect. But more likely it was the stress caused by the confrontation with her son. If it caused her blood pressure to spike ... well, let's just say it would be best if it didn't happen again. You said he was gone now. Do you know if he will be coming back?" 

Looking at Trish for an answer and getting none, I replied, "I'm not sure. This young lady came with him but chose to stay and help Elle when she collapsed." 

Shifting his look to Trish, the doctor waited for an answer. 

Whispering she replied, "No. I don't think he'll be coming back, especially not for me." 

Surprised, I kept my mouth shut and realized there was more to Jordan's visit then Elle or I had been aware of and that we'd need to talk to Trish about it as soon as possible. Distracted by this, I almost missed the doctor's comment entirely. 

"... can go home tomorrow. I'd like to keep her here overnight for observation. But when she gets home, she's going to be on very limited activity. I still what her to go outside for short periods of time each day and she can start taking short walks again in a few days but I want someone with her at all times. You'll also need to keep her stress level down ... so no more repeats of today's events. Do you understand?" 

Nodding my head, the doctor told us we could see Elle. 

When I walked into the exam room, I almost thought I had walked into the wrong room for a second. Gone was the vibrant, healthy woman that I had made love to that morning. Instead, she had been replaced by a shadow of her former self as she lay there looking up at the ceiling, only shifting her head to look at me as we entered. 

"Kevin?" she whispered. 

"It's okay, Elle. I'm here." 

"They say I almost lost the baby." 

"I know," I replied as I slid my arm under her head and kissed her forehead. 

Gently sobbing, she looked up at me. "I'm so sorry, Kevin. This is all my fault. If I hadn't invited Jordan here ..." 

"Shhhhhhh, it's not your fault, sweetheart. If it's anyone's fault it's mine and Jordan's." 

"NO, it's not. It is Jordan's fault and Jordan's alone," came Trish's voice from the doorway. 

Looking over my shoulder, I saw her standing there, tears running down her face as she spoke. 

"There are a lot of things you two don't know. A lot of things have happened since you left but now isn't the time to get into it. Let's just say that if Kevin hadn't stepped in, Jordan would have hit you ... just like he has me." 

Elle reached out towards her, "Come here, Trish." 

Trish slowly walked to the bed and took Elle's outstretched hand. 

"I'm so sorry, Trish. I knew that Jordan had a temper but that was usually only when he had too much to drink. I should have stopped him along time ago but ... he's my son and one thing that parents don't like to admit is that their child isn't prefect," she said as she squeezed Trish's hand. Then looking around she continued, "And just where is Jordan? Is he here?" 

I opened my mouth to reply but Trish beat me to it. "No, he's not here and I doubt that he'll ever show his face again after what he did here." 

Elle lay there a few seconds before suddenly looking at Trish again, "But what about you? Do you have a place to stay?" 

Tears began to stream down Trish's face again as she replied, "I was just extra baggage according to him but that is part of what we'll talk about after you get out of here. For right now the important thing is that you need to get better. As for me, I'll be fine. I may act stupid at times but I'm a survivor. I'll find a place to stay." 

Elle's response was immediate and didn't leave any room for debate. "Nonsense, we already had a room set aside for you and Jordan so you'll stay with us. I'll only be here overnight and then we can straighten things out." Then looking back at me, she said, "That is if it's okay with you, too." 

What could I say? The frail woman I had seen when I walked in the room had disappeared and my wife was suddenly back, because of Trish. 

I barely had the words, "No problem," out of my mouth before Elle was saying, "Okay then it's settled. Trish will move into the guest bedroom for now and when I get out of here tomorrow we'll discuss what to do from there but for right now, I need to get some rest and you need to get Trish settled in at the house. So, if you don't mind ..." 

Leaning forward, I gently kissed her before saying, "Yes, dear," which had become a joke answer between the two of us whenever the other person seemed to be getting bossy. 

Elle reached for the pillow to throw it at me as I quickly retreated out the door with Trish following, a large smile on her face. 

After reaching the car, we headed to a local restaurant for some take-out and then headed home. Suddenly Trish leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

Surprised I looked at her. "What was THAT for?" 

"Two things: first, for giving me a place to stay and second for showing me what love is really about. I had thought I was in love with Jordan, that's why I left you and went with him. I realize now that I had no idea just what love was. Seeing you and Elle today, I understand what it's supposed to be and why Jordan was so jealous of what was going on here." 

"What do you mean by that?" 

Sighing, Trish replied. "When Jordan got the letter from his mom that she was married and pregnant, he went ballistic. He had a tantrum just like a little boy and ended up breaking all kinds of stuff at the house. We had already been having trouble but this just seemed to send him over the edge. When he stormed out, I wasn't sure he'd ever be back. In fact, he didn't come home for three days and when he did, he just started yelling that we had to leave right away. I barely had time to grab what's in my suitcase before we were racing out to town." 

"So he didn't know I was married to Elle and the father of the baby." 

"HELL NO!! If he'd have known that I think he'd have chartered a plane or broken land-speed records to get here. He didn't know a thing about that until we walked in on his mom and you in bed. Oh, and by the way you may want to get your locks changed, Jordan had a key and we were there almost twenty minutes before he decided to break up your fun." 

"Twenty minutes? What the hell was he doing all that time?" 

"Checking things out. Looking to see if he could figure out how much different things cost. He even made a comment about how easy it would be to sell some of the stuff on-line or at a pawn shop." 

Stepping on the gas, I made it home in record time and wasn't surprised to see Jordan's car in the driveway. Pulling in directly behind it, I told Trish, "Give me ten minutes and then call the cops," as I climbed out. 

I entered the house and quickly took stock of the items sitting on the floor just inside of the door. Jordan definitely knew which things he wanted to take and which were the most expensive. A feeling of regret overcame me for a moment as I thought of what life must have been like to bring him to the point of stealing from his own mother, until I saw a gold picture frame that I had given Elle on our Wedding Day. The glass was broken and the picture was missing. Anger quickly overwhelmed any feeling of regret as I slipped off my shoes and went "hunting". From the items in the pile, I knew which rooms Jordan had already been in and which ones he'd still need to check so I headed for those. Elle's library was a shambles: her medical books and papers thrown everywhere and her Medical Diploma pulled from the wall and smashed on the floor. The guestroom and baby's room were no better. Silently I headed for the only room left, our bedroom. Glancing in, I saw Jordan rummaging through Elle's drawers as he made comments about how she had no right to certain items that had belonged to his father and how she had become nothing more than a slut and a whore. Upon hearing his comments about Elle, my anger was replaced by blind rage as I walked silently into the room. "Hey, dumb fuck!!" 

Jordan spun around and never even saw the punch that I placed just above his stomach driving the wind from his lungs or the second one to the side of his head that knocked him off of his feet. Just as I was about to place my third punch to the side of his head, I heard the sirens approaching and put my foot on Jordan's shoulder kicking him over onto his back, a look of astonishment and fear covering his face. "Don't worry I'm not going to do anything more to you. That's up to them now," I said as I pointed towards the lights from the police car that now reflected off the window. Then leaning down, I snarled, "Just remember that your mom is now my wife and the baby she's carrying is mine so if you EVER try to hurt them again you better run and I mean far, far away. But even that won't be far enough 'cuz I'm gonna come lookin' for you and when I find you, I'm gonna break every single fucking bone in your body. And if you don't believe me maybe this will help." Standing up over him I brought the heel of my foot down on his knee as hard as I could. 

Trish later told me that she heard Jordan's scream all the way outside in the car. 

Leaving the room, I found the police entering the house with their weapons drawn. Quickly raising my hands I identified myself. The officers had me wait outside as they checked the house and found Jordan where I had left him. An ambulance was called and I watched as he was arrested and taken away before going back into the house to start to clean and straighten the mess but Trish was already well ahead of me. Within two hours, we had everything cleaned up, books put away, and pictures back on the wall, with the exception of the picture of Elle on our Wedding Day. That wasn't found until much, much later. 

Trish seemed a "natural" around the house as she cleaned, swept, put away her belongings and reheated our dinner. After we ate, we talked about the day's events but Trish still insisted she'd tell us everything after Elle got home so we each headed off to bed. 

My head barely touched the pillow before I was out and it seemed only seconds before I was awakened by a scream from Trish's room. Jumping out of bed, I ran to her room and burst in only to find Trish sitting there, a look of terror on her face and tears running from her eyes like a faucet. Not a word was spoken as she rolled over and pulled the covers up over herself. Unsure of what else to do, I sat down in an overstuffed chair in her room just so she'd know she wasn't alone. 

Whispering "Thank you," she fell back to sleep and so did I. 

When I woke up later, Trish's bed was empty, but the smell of breakfast cooking filled the house. Sure enough, French Toast, OJ and bacon were waiting and quickly devoured. 

The ride to get Elle seemed to take forever and was even comical when we arrived and found her sitting in the "Waiting Room". Her first words were, "Well it took you two long enough." 

The drive back home by comparison seemed to fly. Elle and Trish talked and laughed together like two long lost friends and it wasn't until we got home that anything was said of the previous day's events. Elle, being the mother that she is, immediately contacted a lawyer friend of hers who said they'd take Jordan's case. 

"Ok, that's done. Now back to the present," before looking at Trish, "as well as the past and future." 

Trish knew what was being asked as she settled onto the sofa next to Elle. "I told Kev part of this last night, but basically it comes to this. After you left, Jordan started getting into all kinds of trouble and since there wasn't anyone to get him out of it he just kept getting in deeper and deeper. When he heard from you and that you were married and having a baby, he went right through the roof. He started screaming about being abandoned, and betrayed, and that you didn't love him anyone. That was when he decided it was time to leave town and come out here to 'fix things'. We had a huge fight and then left the house saying he 'needed to do something first' which was probably the dumbest thing yet." 




Three Wishes from Jordan's Mom Ch. 02



"A few months ago, Jordan started using 'crack', not all the time but more and more often. Anyway last time he made a buy, he found out where a local dealer kept his stash. So he decided to rip it off. The only problem was that someone saw him. That's why we had to leave so quickly. While we were driving here, he came up with this whole big plan to make your new husband look like a wimp and force him to leave so he'd have you back for himself. He even talked about you giving the baby up for adoption so it wouldn't be around. Anyway, that all changed when we walked in on the two of you and he saw who your new husband was. The rest is history." 

Elle quickly grabbed the phone again and made two calls, the first to her lawyer friend and the second to the police. In both cases she relayed the new information that Trish had provided and was guaranteed that 'measures' would be taken to insure Jordan's safety. That being done, she returned to the present situation. 

"Okay, so the issue of Jordan is taken care of, now how about you, Trish? What would you like to do?" 

"I'm not sure. I hadn't even thought about it." 

"Well in that case, I have an idea," I said before really thinking. "Elle is going to be off of her feet for at least the next month and when I'm not around because of work and classes, she's going to need some help. So why not stay here? We could hire you as a housekeeper and companion if you're interested." 

A look of confusion spread across Trish's face, "I'm not sure. I mean, I'm your ex-girlfriend and the ... mmm ... ex-girlfriend of Elle's son. It seems kind of weird." 

Elle sat there silently, looking back and forth between Trish and I. Then picking up a piece of paper, she wrote on it and handed it to Trish before saying, "Trish, the fact that you were Kev's girlfriend once really isn't a problem. He's my husband now. As for Jordan, well ... I don't think you had anything to do with that or you wouldn't have told Kev like you did. So what do you say? I think a housekeeper and companion should get paid so what do you think about that?" she finished and pointed at the piece of paper. 

Trish's eyes nearly popped from her head as she saw the figure on the piece of paper. "I've never made this much money in my whole life." 

"I'll take that as an acceptance of the offer then." 

"YES, absolutely." 

"Good. Now if you'll help me to the bedroom, I think I need a nap and then we can talk about what a housekeeper-slash-companion does," Elle said laughing. 

Trish truly was a natural when it came to running a household. Within a week, she had taken charge of the cleaning, shopping and cooking, answering the phone, and taking messages related to Jordan's case, which she filtered to keep Elle's stress down. In addition, she helped Elle get around and took care of other more personal needs. 

Then one night after Elle and I had gone to bed, we were awoken by the sound of Trish's voice at our bedroom door. 

"Can I come in?" she said in a timid voice. 

Elle and I responded almost simultaneously, "Sure." 

When Trish entered it was obvious to both of us that she had been crying. 

Elle patted the side of the bed. "Come on over here. What's wrong?" 

Trish sat down, looking at the floor. "Well ... I know this is going to sound crazy, but ... remember when I told you about how Jordan would get carried away when he was upset?" 

Elle and I nodded our heads but didn't say a word. 

"Well, sometimes ... not always ... he got carried away and he ... ahhhh ... he ... ahhh" unable to find words to explain Trish stood up and dropped her robe off of her shoulders. 

What we saw made Elle gasp and my blood boil with anger that any man would do such a thing in the name of love. Trish's back was covered in bruises along with small, thin scars. Looking down at the floor, she slowly turned around exposing similar bruises on her chest, abdomen and the area between her legs. 

"Oh my god," Elle whispered as she reached out to Trish. 

Sensing the movement, Trish quickly pulled the robe closed before looking at us. 

Unsure of what to say or do, I sat there while Elle took Trish's hand and drew her back onto the bed. "He did that?" 

Trish simply nodded. 

"I'm so sorry. How could I have raised a son to do that to a woman?" Elle said as she started to cry. 

Trish responded quickly as she leaned over, taking Elle's head and pulling it to her chest. "It's not your fault. I didn't some in here to upset you. It's just that I ... I have terrible nightmares sometimes and I was wondering if I could stay in here with you two for the night? Kev stayed with me the first night I was here because I had such a bad dream and I just feel a lot safer when I know someone is around." 

Looking at me Elle replied, "Yep, that sounds like my Southern Gentleman," as she moved to the center of our King-size bed and lifted the covers. "Why don't you just climb in here? The chairs in this room aren't very comfortable and there's plenty of room." 

Trish looked at me and I nodded that it was ok. 

Seeing where Trish was looking, Elle laughed, "Don't worry about him. This is every man's dream come true, to be in the same bed with two women who find him attractive." 

Trish stiffened at Elle's comment. 

"Oh, don't worry about it, sweetie. I've known from the moment I saw you looking at him when you caught us going at it that you were attracted to him. He is pretty good looking after all and one hell of a stud in the bed." 

Trish started to pull away but Elle continued. 

"I understand entirely. Hell, if I could, I'd be jumping his bones right now, but given the situation ... How about you sleep on this side of me and Kev will stay on the other side of me? Ok?" 

She Realized that Elle had it all figured out, so Trish slowly slipped into bed next to her and pulled the covers up. 

Feeling somewhat left out, I turned the light off and proceeded to slowly drift into a sleep filled with erotic dreams that seemed so real it was hard to tell the difference between them and the sound of Elle's gentle moaning beside me until I opened my eyes and saw one of the most erotic sights of my life. There beside me was Elle with her tits completely exposed and Trish gently sucking on one of her distended nipples. A moan escaped my lips at the sight and my cock began to feel as if a piece of steel was suddenly forming in it. 

Hearing me, Elle turned to look at me. Her eyes were glazed with arousal as she gently bit on her lower lip to keep her own moans from escaping before slowly raising a finger to her lips as she mouthed the words, "She's asleep." 

Recognizing her need, I gently leaned forward and whispered, "What do you think would happen if I started sucking on your other nipple while I tickle your clit?" 

Elle's response was immediate as she began to move her hips against my hard cock. 

Pulling back, I noticed her eyes were now ablaze with desire and a light sheen of sweat had formed on her upper lip ... a sign that she was very close to her orgasm. I could see her struggling to control her body's responses as her breathing became faster, causing her breasts to lift towards me as its nipple hardened and lengthened. Quickly I descended on it, capturing it between my lips and began to suckle, while my hand moved over her body to rest above her aroused pussy. 

No longer able to hold back, Elle moaned as she wrapped her hand around my cock and began to rub it against the velvety, smooth skin of her thigh while she stroked up and down its length. 

Instinctively, I began to pump my cock against her as I slid my finger across her clit and into her aroused pussy. 

Simultaneously, I felt her pussy clamp down on my finger and she began to spiral off into her orgasm as the cum from my cock boiled over to spray her hip and ... to the surprise of both of us she began to squirt milk from her nipples. 

At the feel and taste of the milk, Trish's eyes flew open, "What ...?" She started to say before Elle put her hand behind her head and gently pulled it back to her nipple. 

"Please don't stop, Trish. Please suck on my tit. Suck hard and drink my milk. It feels fantastic. Mmmmm, It's been so long since I breast-fed Jordan I had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt. Please, suck my milk. Play with them ... squeeze them ... drink my warm, sweet milk. My whole body feels like its floating and the only thing holding it is your lips on my nipples." 

Without saying another word, Trish leaned forward and gently kissed the nipple while she squeezed Elle's tit causing the milk to spray across her face and Elle's breast. Quickly, she began to lick the dripping milk from Elle's chest before returning to her nipple and capturing it between her lips. 

"What are you doing Trish? Ohhhh, that feels so good. Yessssss ... that's it. Bite my nipple. Pull on it with your teeth. Ohhhhhhh, gowwwwwwdddddddddd," Elle sighed. During our time together I had seen Elle have many types of orgasms, including ones where she was screaming as loud as she could to those that left her quivering and unable to speak but I had never seen one like this as she seemed to completely melt as every muscle in her body suddenly relaxed. 

Gently removing my finger from her and releasing the nipple from my mouth, I moved up until I could slide my arm under Elle's head so she could nestle against me. Only then did I notice that Trish was doing the exact opposite as she was the one nestling against Elle as she lightly kissed the side of Elle's breast. 

It was then that Elle whispered, "Thank you. Thank both of you," as she fell asleep. 

As I looked down at Elle, I saw Trish looking up at me, the same look of contentment covered her face as she seductively wet her lips and smiled. The look of surprise that covered my face caused Trish to quietly giggle as she snuggled closer to Elle and closed her eyes to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come for me. Each time I closed my eyes the sight of Trish sucking on Elle's tits and the seductive smile she had given me surged through my head until sometime just before dawn I sled into an exhausted slumber. 

Several hours later, I woke and found that I was alone. After washing up, I headed towards the kitchen and found Elle and Trish sitting there talking. Both were completely nude and didn't seem to be the least bit embarrassed by the fact. 

"Good morning, sleepy head," Elle said. 

I tried to keep from looking at Trish but threw my peripheral vision, I saw that her brunette hair now hung loosely across her shoulders and ended just above her breasts which stuck out from her chest and were capped by dark pink nipples that seemed to be growing as I watched. Looking up, I noticed that her eyes no longer had the depressed, lonely look that had been there when she had arrived but were sparkling with happiness and joy. While the bruises I had seen on her the night before seemed to be diminishing in the light of the day. 

"Good morning, sweetheart," I said as I kissed Elle's forehead and began to sit down. 

"And what about our guest? Doesn't she deserve a 'good morning' too?" 

Glancing over I replied, "Morning, Trish." 

Before I could say anything more, Trish stood up revealing the rest of her body to me as she walk up next to me and without another word stood on her tip-toes and kissed me. Not a little peck but a full-lip contact kiss that seemed to last far longer then it should have. 

Surprised by her actions I pulled, "What the fuck?" 

"Now, now, sweetheart. There's nothing to be concerned about. After last night's events Trish and I have had quite a long talk and there are some things that we need to ask you." 

Concern, confusion, and curiosity all seemed to overwhelm me as I sat there waiting for Elle to continue. 

"First, and I want you to be honest, what did you think about what happened last night?" 

Momentarily I sat there silent as I gathered my thoughts. "I guess I was surprised at first, but then I saw how much you were enjoying what Trish was doing and after that, everything just seemed to come naturally. I admit I was really turned on watching what she was doing to you and by your reaction. I didn't even mind that I ended up spraying all over your leg instead of somewhere else." 

"That's what I thought and what I was hoping. You see, Trish and I feel pretty much the same way. Until last night, neither of us had been with another woman and we were both so surprised at how good it felt and ... that we want to continue with it. That doesn't mean we don't want you in bed with us but that we want to get to know more about what it's like to have another woman as a lover and more specifically what turns each other on." 

Hearing this, I simply nodded. 

"With that being said, I need to ask you something else." 

"Ok." 

"Do you remember the first weekend we were together you said you had three wishes you wanted to fulfill?' 

"Ya, I remember. The first was to take you on a date. The second was to make love to you and if I recall you asked if you could make the third one which was to get you pregnant." 

"That's right. Well, Trish and I want to do the same. We want you to help us fulfill three wishes that we have. Are you interested?" 

Sitting there momentarily, I looked first at Elle and then at Trish. Both had the same look of concern and desire as they waited for me to answer. 

Looking back at Elle, I asked, "Ok, before I answer that can I ask you a question?" 

"Of course." 

"Is there any chance that these three wishes could hurt our relationship?" 

Now it was Elle's turn to sit there and think about whatever the wishes were. "No, I don't think so. In fact, I think they may actually help us to grow closer together as a couple by helping us to understand each other's needs and desires." 

I replied immediately, "Ok, just so long as no one gets hurt, I'm in." 

Instantly, the looks of concern left both of their faces and were replaced by looks of joy and excitement." 

Trish now spoke, "Good. Now that it's settled, Elle and I have some things to do and unless I'm wrong you have 45 minutes to get to your class. So we'll see you around seven o'clock tonight at which time we'll tell you what our first wish is." 

The rest of the day was nothing more than a fog. If my life had depended on it I couldn't have told anybody how I had gotten to classes, what the lectures covered, or how I got home, but at 6:55 I pulled into the driveway of the house prepared for anything ... anything that is except for what did happen. 

The house was dark and quiet when I entered except for a light that reflected from the living room. So, like a sailor following the beam from a lighthouse, I followed it. Unlike the sailor, I wasn't rewarded by a view of land but by two contrasting and yet equally beautiful women. 

Elle was sitting in a chair, the vision of a mature woman. Her hair was loose and hung across the front of the sheer white gown she had been wearing the day before. The gown was buttoned at the bust so that her large breasts were covered but fell open as it descended down over her pregnant abdomen revealing her shaved womanhood nestled between her long tanned legs and a pair of clear 3" high heels that gave the illusion that she was floating when she walked. 

In contrast, Trish stood at the fireplace dressed in a sheer black teddy that barely came to the bottom of her buttocks, the vision of womanhood in its youth. Her hair was pulled back and tied in a ponytail removing any obstruction from the view of her body beneath. Her breasts rode high and were capped by darker areola and nipples that appeared to be pushing further outward with every moment. Her skin had an olive tone due to her Mediterranean heritage and was smooth and inviting. From what I could see, her abdomen was flat and toned while her hips were rounded and muscular, a combination a friend of mine had once called the perfect combination for having children. Her legs seemed to go on forever which was accentuated by a pair of black high-heels with what appeared to be black fur on the front, while her womanhood was hidden by a black thong that left little to the imagination. 

Elle finally broke the spell when she asked, "So, it appears you like what you see." 

"Hell, yes. A guy would have to be dead or blind not to appreciate the way the two of you are dressed." 

The tension was instantly broken as Elle and Trish began to laugh at my reply. 

"Well, in that case I think you're going to love the events of the evening and even more as we tell you what our three wishes are, but first why don't you sit down and get comfortable," Elle said as she looked down at the growing bulge in my pants. "In fact, you may even want to let that out before it breaks in half inside of your pants." 

Doing as I was told I sat down and pulled my cock from the front of my pants and began to lightly stroke it. 

"No, no, no, none of that sweetheart," Elle said as she saw what I was about to do. "There will be more than enough time for that later but for right now you just need to sit there and enjoy." 

As if by some previous plan, Elle stood and Trish moved to stand behind her. "Now, for our first wish. Trish and I told you this morning about our desire to learn more about making love to another woman and we also agreed after you left that we wanted you to be there to see it so ..." 

Elle turned until she was looking directly into Trish's eyes before she leaned forward and lightly touched her lips to Trish's. The intensity of the moment was more then either expected as Trish wrapped her arms around Elle's waist and pulled her closer. No longer the timid pressing of lips, the kiss escalated quickly as Elle thrust her tongue into Trish's mouth and Trish's hands slid up to cup and fondle Elle's breasts. As if by magic, their gowns seemed to disappear and both stood entwined in each other's arms totally naked. 

Both soon forgot my presence as they touched and explored each other's body. The aroma of their combined arousal fill the room as they began to rub against each other and their mutual wetness showed in streaks along each other's thighs. A long forbidden desire quickly overcame both of them until Elle pulled away gently, panting. "I can't believe how good this feels, but I'm not sure how much more I can take. Every nerve in my body is screaming to be touched. It's like my body is on fire." 

Yet, Trish didn't seem to hear her as she leaned forward and took Elle's left nipple in her warm mouth, rapidly progressing to suckling like a child once again, while she pulled at the hardened nipple. 

Elle stood there, resisting the temptation to do more as she let Trish do what seemed natural to both of them until she felt the beginning tremors of an orgasm building. It was only then that she pulled away from Trish. "I think we better sit down before I fall down," she whispered as she moved back against the couch and sat down delicately. 

Trish stood before Elle. Her skin glistened from her arousal and her nipples seemed even harder and more inviting than they had previously. The thong that had previously obscured my view of her womanhood had disappeared along with her top and now revealed a trimmed area of hair that formed a triangle pointing directly to her wet, distended labia. Then she slowly dropped to her knees and placed her hands on Elle's thighs, whispering seductively, "Spread your legs for me." 

Elle complied instinctively as Trish moved forward to examine her pussy. The lips were full and deep red, gaping slightly to reveal the pink inner folds. A single drop of her juices decorated the opening while her thighs were coated with them. 

Trish moved closer, kissing and licking Elle's inner thighs and felt a shiver run through her body. Gently, she teased and toyed with Elle's outer lips with her fingers as her tongue teased the sensitive crease where Elle's thighs merged. 




Three Wishes from Jordan's Mom Ch. 02



Unable to hold back, Elle moaned softly as Trish moved closer to the entrance to her pussy. Then just as Trish was about to explore Elle with her tongue for the first time, Elle pushed her away. "Not yet, this isn't just about me. This is about both of us, so now it's your turn," she said as she pulled Trish up and kissed her passionately. 

Once again, their hands were exploring each other's body and their moans began to fill the room. Then Elle moved until she was now the one on her knees and Trish was the one sitting with her legs spread wide and waiting. Yet Elle hesitated as if waiting as she looked up at Trish. 

The moments seemed to last for hours until Trish understood what was being asked without words. Elle, with the full understanding of a doctor, was waiting for Trish to give her permission. 

Suddenly, I understood as well. Trish had been used and taken by Jordan whether she wanted to or not. She had been raped by the man that she thought she loved and loved her, but now she was being given the chance to make the decision for herself ... to do what she wanted to and with whom she wanted. 

"Go ahead," she said quietly. 

"Go ahead and what?" Elle asked, her voice hesitant and yet excited. 

"Whatever you want. I want to feel it all. I want to feel what it is like to have someone who cares about me make love to me. I want to feel your tongue on my tits, sucking them just like I did to you. I want to feel your hands touching my body and then I want to feel what it's like to cum in the arms of a lover." 

Slowly, Elle reached out and took a breast in each hand and began to caress and fondle them. Her hands were like silk gliding across Trish's flesh until she squeezed them and then pulled on Trish's nipples and then released them and watched them snap back against her chest almost as I had done to her our first night together. I could see the muscles of Trish's body tremble as Elle's hands trailed downward across her belly until she stopped at the very top of her mound. 

"Yesssssss, please ... oh, yessss," Trish pleaded as Elle's fingers moved lower until they rested on the opening to her aroused womanhood. "Don't stop. Please don't stop," Trish hissed as her hips began to buck up against Elle's fingers trying to capture them and draw them inside of her. 

Elle had not intended to bring Trish to this point so quickly, but understood that this was what Trish wanted and needed, so she found her clit and began to rub it in small circles. 

Trish's response was immediate as delicious tremors ran through her body, originating deep in her pussy and rippling outward like a pond when a stone has been tossed into it. "Ohhhhhh, that feels so good, Elle. Play with my clit. Rub it, play with it. Ohhhhh, yessssss, put your fingers in my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers. Agghhhh, please, don't tease me any more. Fuck me!!" Trish panted. 

Smiling at Trish's response, Elle descended on her pussy kissing it and licking the juices that were now covering her inner thighs and outer lips. Gently spreading them, she pushed her tongue between the satiny folds. The taste was sweet like honey and yet at the same time tangy like a piece of fresh fruit. Suddenly, unable to hold back any longer, she drove her tongue as deep as she could, using long slow strokes of her tongue before withdrawing and flattening it against the outer lips and clit. 

Trish bucked back against Elle as she felt her tongue probe within her. Soft whimpers of passion emitting from within her chest as a far greater orgasm began to build. 

Elle continued to lick Trish's pussy like a cat licking fresh milk from a bowl until she felt Trish begin to buck and tremble beneath her. It was only then that she complied with Trish's previous request and slid first one, then two and finally three fingers in her pussy. 

"Yessss ... Yesssssss ... ohhhhhh ... NooooowwwWWW. I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG!!" Trish screamed as her orgasm overtook her and sent her rocketing off and her cream gushed from her to coat Elle's hand and face. 

Once again, moments seemed to last for hours as I watched Trish's response until she slowly began to relax and finally opened her eyes. "Thank you. I've never felt anything like that in my life. It was like ... ... I can't even find word to explain how marvelous you've just made me feel, but ...," she now said with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Now it's my turn to finish what I started earlier and see if you like it as much as I just did." 

The look on Elle's face answered the question even if she hadn't replied, "I'd love it." 

"Mmmmmm, me too," Trish said as they changed positions again. 

This time, there was no hesitancy as there had been before. Trish spread Elle's legs and quickly descended on her aroused pussy, licking and nipping around her clit without actually touching it bringing Elle quickly to the point of near orgasm without pushing her over the precipice. Over and over again, she did this until she finally took Elle's clit in her mouth while she reached up and pulled on Elle's nipples, causing milk to begin spraying across both of them. 

Expecting Elle to cum, Trish was taken by surprise as Elle gasped, "Wish two. Wish two, now. Wish two." 

Trish immediately stopped and looked at Elle, "Are you sure?" 

"Yes, right now. Wish two, right here and right now." 

Not understanding what was being said I was equally surprised when both women looked at me. 

Finally, Elle spoke. "Sweetheart, 'Wish Two' is that you make love to Trish. She saw what we were doing that morning and says she wants to know what it's like to be made love to instead of simply being fucked." 

Surprise was the least of my emotions at that point. I had watched my wife and Trish make love to each other for well over an hour and my cock was harder than it had ever been before. My 'little head' quickly made the decision for me as I stood and stripped. 

Trish looked back over her shoulder at me while she wiggled her pussy and butt at me. "Come get it, baby." 

Kneeling behind her, I knew that Trish was more than aroused enough to take me if I thrust into her, but I also remembered what Elle had said about her wanting to be made love to instead of simply being fucked, so I took my cock and began to rub it up and down the slit of her pussy. The warmth and wetness seemed to cry for me to enter her but still I held off, continuing to tease her. 

"What the fuck are you doing? I don't need to be teased. I'm horny enough to fuck a piece of fire wood right now. I need your cock. Stick it in me and fuck me, damn it!!" Trish yelled. 

Elle instantly took over and pulled Trish to her. "Now, sweetie. You said that you wanted to know what it's like to be made love to not just fucked. Well, I can tell you from experience that a fucker is one of those guys who is only interested in getting their own pleasure while a lover will take his time to make sure that you are as turned on as possible. I can also tell you that Kev is the best lover I've ever been with and he will make sure you enjoy yourself more than you have with any other man." 

"But I feel like I'm burning up inside. I need to feel his cock inside of me. I've fantasized and dreamed about it since we broke up and now all he's doing is teasing me." 

"Yes, he is and is it getting you even more turned on then you were before?" 

"Yes." 

"Then in that case, why not just enjoy it?" Elle whispered seductively as she pulled her closer and kissed her while running her hands down and caressing her youthful tits. 

Trish hesitated for only a moment before she began to return Elle's kiss as their tongues battled with each other and their hands roamed each other's now familiar body. 

Trish's arousal was soon apparent as she began to press back against me and her pussy juices began to leak from her. 

"Now. Now is the time." I thought as I positioned my cock and slid into Trish for the first time. 

Her response was lost in Elle's mouth but she quickly began to press back against me meeting me as I entered her until I was as deep in her as I could go. 

It was only then that Elle released her from their kiss. "See, baby. See how good his cock feels inside of you." 

"Yesssssss," was all that Trish said. 

"Good, cuz now you're going to get your wish. Kev is going to make love to you and while he's doing that, I want you to continue with our first wish. What do you think of that?" 

Trish never said a word as she lowered her head and took one of Elle's nipples in her mouth and began to suck on it. 

"That's right. Suck on it like a baby. Play with my tit and drink my milk while Kev slides his cock in and out of you." 

Taking this as a perfect cue, I reached under Trish and grabbed her dangling tits in my hand while I began to move in and out of her. Slowly our bodies responded to each other matching a rhythm that had been used by men and women since the beginning of time. Ultimately our tempo increased and became a challenge between us to see who could last longer. 

Not to be left out, Elle was moaning loudly as Trish continued to swirl her tongue across her lactating nipple before switching to the other one. It was then that Trish slid two fingers inside of Elle, matching the rhythm that we were using as we continued. 

"Ohhhh, yessss, baby. She's fingering my pussy so nice. Mmmmmm, I love the feel of her finger as it slides across my clit before she goes deep inside of me," Elle murmured as her hips began to buck against Trish's hand. 

Suddenly, Trish pulled her mouth from Elle's distended tit and cried, "Wish Three. I want Wish Three." 

Now it was Elle's turn to look surprised as she seemed to freeze in place and ask, "Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure your want Wish Three now?" 

"Ohhhhh, yesssss. I want it. I need it. Please, let me have it," Trish pleaded. 

Elle didn't delay in her answer. "We all agreed to Three Wishes and so if you want it, so be it." Then looking at me, Elle said, "Kev. Trish's third wish is the same as mine was. She wants you to cum in her pussy and get her pregnant. I know that you love me and will always be here with me, but I also know that there was a time when you wanted Trish and she still wants you. I agreed to this while she and I were talking and I have no problem with it if you decide to fulfill her wish since I love you." 

Unable to believe what I was hearing I stopped in mid-stroke, "You want me to do this? You want me to fill Trish's pussy with my cum and get her pregnant?" 

"Yes, I do," Elle replied as a smile formed on her face. 

It was all I needed to hear as I grabbed Trish's hips and began to pound into her. 

"Harder, Kev. Fuck me harder ... Fuck me ... Pound my pussy. Oh god, I need you to fuck me. Fill my pussy with your cum, lover. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuckkk. It's so good. I've never felt like this. Please don't stop. Push your cock deep inside me and fill me with your baby-making cream. Ohmigod. It never felt this good when Josh fucked me. I'm getting so close. I'm going to cum soon. Please, ohhhhhh, please don't stop," Trish sighed. 

Taking Trish's face in her hand, Elle whispered, "It never felt this good because the man who you were with never cared as much about you as Kev does. I know he loves me now but he loved you first and you deserve this." 

Then looking at me she continued, "That's it baby. Make love to her. Fill her pussy with your cum. Make her a baby-mommy." Quickly the tempo of our love-making increased and Trish matched it with her fingers sliding in and out of Elle. 

"That's right. Fuck me. Make me a baby-mommy. Fuck my tight pussy. Fuck the pussy that only you will ever be allowed to have from now on. Make it all yours, lover." 

Unable to hold back any longer, I began to pump into Trish viciously. But the harder my hips hit hers, the harder she seemed to need it. In the distance I seemed to hear Trish and Elle cry for me to cum deep inside of Trish and get her pregnant causing my cum to boil up and spray the inside of her waiting pussy. "AAaaaghhhhhh, I'm cumming. I'm filling her pussy with my cum. Do you feel it? Can you feel my cum inside you?" I groaned. 

"Yesssssss," Trish hissed as I heard Elle screaming as her orgasm overwhelmed her as well. 

The three of us spiraled into orgasmic oblivion together as our bodies responded to the night of mutual love making. After an eternity, we slowly returned to the reality of life and gently moved away from each other, unsure what to say or do until Elle spoke. "Kev, do you still love me?" 

"YES." 

"And Trish do you care for me." 

"I more than care. I think ... I think I'm in love with you, too." 

Elle smiled as she asked the final question. "And do the two of you love each other?" 

Looking at Trish as she turned to me I knew the answer as we simultaneously answered, "Yes." 

"Good then that makes it unanimous since I love both of you, too. So why don't we go to bed and get some sleep. I have a feeling we're all going to need it." 

Our laughter filled the room as we all headed for the Master Bedroom. 

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Epilogue 

Elle gave birth to a bouncing baby boy four weeks later as Trish and I stood at her side. 

Trish's third wish didn't come true that night but it did a few months later as we all continued to share the same bed and she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl just before we celebrated our first anniversary together as an enlarged family. 

As for Jordan, he received a sentence of 3-5 years, but was released after 2 years for a combination of good behavior and medical disability from the broken knee I gave him that day. We received a letter from him once after he was released, inside was the picture from our Wedding Day and a letter which said: 

Dear Mom, 

Being in prison has taught me a lot about myself, most of which I don't like, and a lot about what I've done in my life. 

First, I'm sorry for the way I treated you after Dad died. I had no right to expect you to get me out of all the trouble I started. 

Second, I'm sorry for what happened at your house that day. I was jealous of the life that you and Kevin had together and was afraid of being alone. 

Third, and I truly mean this, I hope that you and Kevin have a long and happy life together. I definitely learned the hard way just how much you mean to him. 

I hope you don't mind that I kept your Wedding picture all this time. I had it stuffed in my jacket when I was taken away and it has reminded me daily of what I lost by my actions. 

Fourth, if you know where Trish is please, tell her I'm sorry for the way I treated her. All she ever did was love me and all I ever did was take advantage of that and hurt her. I know I treated her even worse than I treated you and can only hope that someday she will forgive me. 

Finally, one of the conditions of me getting out early was that I agree to a 'No Contact Order'. That is why this letter is being delivered via my attorney. The order states that I am never to try to see any of you again unless you want to see me, so I've put my address and phone number on the back of this letter in hopes that you will. 

Jordan 

The house is now full of two beautiful, lactating women and two adorable children but that hasn't seemed to change certain things. Elle just dropped a note on the table as I sat here writing our story. The note simply asked, "Can I have three more wishes?"