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An Ordinary Life Ch. 01

By: MostlyWild



Erin Bauer had a life that was thoroughly unremarkable, at least in her eyes. She was 38 years old, and lived in a nice but modest house in one of the more affluent subdivisions in Orange County. People remarked that she had a "cute cottage," which was the way her neighbors said she had the smallest house on the street. Life in Orange County in reality was nothing like television. She worked Monday through Friday as an athletic trainer for the basketball team at a local junior college, a job which also entailed teaching three classes during days and occasional travel during basketball season. Erin didn't mind, as her schedule allowed her to be home, on days there weren't games, before her 17 year old son.

Ben was the love of her life. In fact, they had grown closer since the death of her husband. The sudden tragedy left both heart broken, but not bitter, as that was not how his dad would have wanted it. Since the death of Ben's father, however, Erin's biggest fear was that she would become one of those parents - the ones that would rather be a friend than a parent. She tried to do what was best for her son, even if he had gone through the typical teenage angst, complete with irrational outbursts including "I'm adopted!" and "I hate you!"

In spite of it all, Benjamin turned out to be a good kid; he played baseball and basketball at the small private school she scrimped and saved to send him to, and he got good grades. Now he was nearly an adult. Erin looked wistfully at the baby album as she thought this, her eyes growing moist. The knock at the back door interrupted her thoughts. She got up to go to the door, but it had opened by the time she entered the kitchen.

"Hi, Mrs. Bauer," said Kyle, one of Ben's close friends. He was medium height, but well toned, with well defined muscles. He had dark, unkempt hair that was made to look that way purposely, and electric blue eyes. Erin often thought he was very handsome, and that he probably had girls fawning on him. She often wanted to tell him to take care that he didn't go too fast, as he was the kind of guy that could easily be taken advantage of by a girl willing to get pregnant to keep such a catch. Mark followed close behind, looking more brooding than usual. He was a foot taller than his friend, more lanky with a paler complexion. He had sandy blond hair and green eyes that Erin adored. He was quiet, but thoughtful. He often did the dishes after Erin fed the boys, under her protest, of course, although she secretly liked watching him bend over the sink, working quietly as she put things away. 

Mark and Kyle were over often, usually when Ben was home. But on the occasion he was not there, they were welcomed into her home just as much, if not more. She liked having the house busy, anyway. "Hi boys," she said with a genuine smile, despite Kyle's use of her formal name. "Ben won't be home 'til later - baseball practice," she said. "Want something to eat?" she asked, opening a cabinet painted in the old farmhouse style. 

Kyle looked at her tight ass as she tiptoed to see the high shelf. He no longer tried to hide his lust for the mother of his best friend. He had decided on his 18th birthday that she deserved to be appreciated, like fine art, and that was exactly what he did. Erin hadn't seemed to notice the change, yet. 

"May I have something to drink instead?" asked Mark. She met his eyes for a brief moment, which made his heart quicken.

"You can have both," she said, moving to the fridge. She was wearing a white Nike T-shirt with black shorts, which were much too immodest for her liking; however, they were the style now, and she was just staying around the house for the rest of the day. She felt the boys staring at her long, tan legs and decided they were thinking she was much too old for shorts like that. If she had known they were thinking how sexy her legs were, she probably would have dismissed the thought of throwing them out. As it was, had already mentally demoted the shorts to the charity box.

"Water or soda or juice?" she asked, moving her ass from side to side as she was trying to find the best way to hide it until she could change clothes. 

The effect was predictable for teenage boys, and both began feeling a tingling in their groin that would undoubtedly lead to an erection if she hadn't stopped. "Water," Mark said with a dry mouth that sounded as though he were parched. 

Erin pulled out two waters, throwing her head back and laughing at what she thought was a joke. She set them down, and Kyle ogled her breasts, which were pressing against the tight material of her white T-shirt. She moved to the sink and began rinsing a few dishes, not noticing the young man's lustful eyes. She was, after all, first and foremost a mother, and boys don't look that way at mothers.

"Ben said we could use his computer for a project," Kyle finally said, taking another drink from the bottle in his hand. 

"Is it a group project, because if it is, you guys aren't doing it until he gets home. He is not going to...,"

Mark interrupted. "No ma'm. It's just a project. Ben always helps with group stuff," he said, almost surprised at the sound of his own voice.

Erin softened. "Okay, then. But he has to pull his own weight; no more bailing him out."

Kyle smiled to himself as he remembered a year ago when she had found out they had teamed up for a class that required "group" projects, which basically amounted to Mark doing the work and Ben and Kyle goofing off. He had never seen Ben's mom so angry, even to the point of raising her voice as the three boys sat on the couch, each wide eyed. Kyle thought she looked untamed and hot; her anger making her even more desirable. "We learned our lesson, Erin. We aren't ever going to do that again." He meant it, for although she was hot when she was angry, she was also a little scary. "Come on, Marky Mark," said Kyle, heading up the kitchen stairs which led to the upstairs bedrooms and office.

Mark hesitated at the base of the steps. "You look nice today, Mrs. B.," he said shyly, then ran up the steps. His shyness endeared him to her, and she smiled as he took the steps two at a time. 

She turned and went into her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

"There she is," said Kyle after pressing a few keys on the keyboard. "Oh, fuck, she's taking off her clothes," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Mark sat down in the other chair. "How many hits?" he asked.

"24,000 since Monday," he answered. The site was a success, and money was coming in quickly. "Nineteen hundred new members," he added.

Mark made a low whistling sound. He did the math in his head, something which came easily, even when watching a beautiful woman pull her shirt over her head. Kyle was unable to concentrate as much. He was waiting for the icing, and soon he was rewarded. Erin unhooked her bra and let it fall forward, freeing her firm breasts from their constraints. He inhaled slowly, imagining how the 34C breasts would feel in his hands. 

"They're getting their money's worth today," said Kyle, leaning back and enjoying the show the "members" of their little club were getting. The idea had been Kyle's. They were strapped for cash, each wanting the newest gaming system and each being turned down by their parents, for different reasons. They had agreed to each ask for a different system, which would obviously save money because they could play together, or borrow. The notion was not so obvious to their parents, and especially to Erin, who was very practical in nature. 

"You have a game," Erin said simply, and Ben hadn't argued. It was an old system, which she had bought him two years ago. "If you want one, get a job." She had long been after Ben to get a job, despite his heavy schedule of practices and homework. Erin thought it was important for him to know what it was like to work, whether they needed the money or not. Ben thought it was unreasonable, so when Kyle presented "The Plan," he hesitated only for a moment.

It was quite simple: create a voyeur site and charge for access. Ben's mom was the obvious choice, as she was hot. This took some convincing, but Ben agreed once they accepted a camera in the bathroom was off limits. Three cameras were purchased, and mounted in Erin's bedroom. To the boys' dismay, nothing had happened since the site's opening a month ago. Erin dressed, undressed, and went to bed; no hot action here. Yet, people continued to pay. "Because she's hot," Kyle explained, "and there are some weirdos who get their kicks from this stuff."

Ben was baffled, but the first check had verified Kyle's theory. $3000 was equally divided, and $500 was put into an account for "Mission Vista, Inc.", a corporation set up by Mark. They told their parents it was a lawn care business, and suddenly they were enjoying the freedoms that "responsible young men" deserved. 

Kyle watched as her panties and shorts were removed in one quick move. He moaned in disappointment as she disappeared into the master bath. "Got to get a camera into the bathroom," Mark was saying. Kyle nodded his agreement. the image of her tight ass implanted in his mind.

"Maybe once people start dropping off because of the lack of action, we can convince Ben," he said, but he felt doubtful.

They did random upkeep and maintenance on the site, and checked the company that verified credit cards for them. Soon, there was movement on the monitor as the bathroom door opened. Mark and Kyle were quiet, watching with heavy anticipation. Both had promised Ben they would only work on the site, that they would never check it out and spy on his mom, and both had found it impossible to stay away. While Mark felt heavy guilt for his betrayal, Kyle felt it was the ultimate compliment.

A clear view of Erin wrapped in a lilac colored towel, with her hair done up turban style in a white one. Her bare shoulders and neck made her look almost regal as she held her towel laden head high, balancing it effortlessly as she made her way to the luxurious king bed. Pillows of varying shapes and sizes lined the headboard, and Mark always thought it would be pleasant to make love to her propped up on all those pillows. His cock stiffened, straining against his pants.

Erin hesitated, opening a drawer and pulling something out. "Is that what I think it is?" asked Kyle, leaning in toward the monitor. With a click, the image turned full screen. "Holy fuck," he breathed.

"Move," said Mark, straining to see. Kyle leaned back, and Mark saw a vibrator for the first time in his short 17 year old life. It was fairly thin and about sinx inches long, with a smooth surface then came to a rounded tip. "Is she going to...?"

"Oh, yeah," said Kyle, settling into the leather office chair. It was a nice ergonomic kind, large and padded. Mark's wasn't quite as cushioned, but it was still comfortable. He didn't lean back, instead leaning forward in tense anticipation. The full screen image was more grainy, but he could still tell what was going on.

She sat on the bed, then brought her legs around, bending her knees and pushing back to the pillows. The move gave a glimpse of the neatly trimmed hair between her legs. Kyle groaned as his hardening cock grew painful, pushing against his pants. Mark heard a zip as Kyle freed his engorged member.

"What the fuck?" cried Mark, looking aghast. 

"Sorry, dude, but the big guy wants out. Don't tell me you're not getting a hard-on, you fag," Kyle said, shaking his head in mock disgust.

"Fuck you," said Mark, shifting in his seat and silently cursing his mesh, elastic waistband shorts. His rigid cock was making an undeniable tent, and he moved the material, in case he needed access to his growing cock.

She spread her legs, unaware of the hundreds of viewers about to get their money's worth from "Mission Vista", and the young men about to watch their best friend's mom committing a tawdry act. Her towel was now open, her knees bent, offering Camera 1 full view of her womanhood. She was shaven except a small patch of auburn, which was trimmed short. Her pussy lips were puffy. When she opened her legs a bit further, you could see the swollen lips part, and her glistening wet hole. She touched the vibrator to the apex of her slit, and began running it up and down between the labia without pushing it inside.

Kyle silently began stroking his cock as Mark shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Turn it off," he said, longing to get home and jerk off while fantasizing about Mrs Bauer.

"Fuck, no," said Kyle, entranced by the new images.

Her breathing grew more rapid, her breasts rising and falling more quickly. She raised a hand to one, rubbing it gently, then licking her fingers before pinching and rubbing the nipple. She continued to trace her slit up and down, then moved her finger on the tube shaped object. A small hum started up, although the vibrator was not visible vibrating. She arched her back, moaning out as the steady hum of the object of her pleasure provided background noise. Her pussy was open and glistening now, as she rose her ass off of the bed. As the vibrator trailed to her clit, her wanting hole was exposed to the viewing audience. She then slid the vibrator down into the entrance to her cunt, moaning out as it filled her. She slid it in about half way, the out again, and in once more before withdrawing it. She fell to the bed, her knees still bent and her hand still in control of the heavenly device. She had it against her clit now, and her moans grew louder and longer.

She pinched her nipples more roughly as Kyle rubbed his thumb across the tip of his cock. Mark had joined him at some point, and both guys were slowly working themselves into a frenzy, keeping their eyes on the monitor. She was now moving the vibrator up and down, slipping into her hole occasionally, although Kyle couldn't understand how something that small could bring her pleasure. She lifted her knees to her chest, her pussy wet and shiny with her juices and her tight ass now in view. Her hole looked like a rose bud, thought Mark as he watched and longed to kiss and tongue it. 

She moved the vibrator, shiny from her fuck juices, toward her ass hole and placed it at the entrance. She made small circles around the brown hole, sighing as she did. She slowly moved her hand from her red, hard nipples and to her pussy. Between her open thighs and feet held high, the boys watched as two fingers slid in and out of her pussy while the other hand pressed the vibrator against her ass. She stopped abruptly, moving the vibrator away and lowering her legs.

"Come on, baby, fuck that toy," breathed Kyle. "Fuck it good for me." He stroked his cock quicker now, breathing hard as he worked his hand up and down the thick shaft. Her wet fingers now reached up to her breast, leaving them shiny as she roughly squeezed them before returning to her pussy. "You like it hard, don't you?" Kyle said as his hand slid up and down the thick shaft of his cock.

Mark watched in awe as she began using one hand to furiously rub her cunt, the other hand driving the vibrator in and out of her wet hole. She pinched and flicked her finger across her clit, making little noises as her lips were locked in an O. "Come on, baby," he encouraged her, wanting to come with her. 

She switched hands in a blur, the vibrator attacking her swollen, erect clit. She slid a finger in and out of her pussy, then added a second. "Oh, yes, Oh yes, ohhhhhh," she said, biting her lip. She continued the asault on her clit, lifting her ass and rapidly slipping her fingers in and out over and over again. 

"Oh, fuck. Oh fuck, yeah. Come for meeee," Kyle said to the image on the screen as he shot his load all over his hand and his chair.

As if on cue, she threw her head back, holding the white wand against the apex of her pussy. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, and Mark imagined the slurping sound they made. She grabbed at her breasts, kneading and pinching them, the nipples red from her self-abuse. Her pussy was wet and gaping as the vibrator flicked across her hard nub over and over again. "Ahhhhhhh," she cried out softly, the sound growing higher in pitch until she began shaking. "Yes, yes, oh god yesssss." she cried to no one in particular as she came, a stream of juices flowing onto the towel laid beneath her. The dark spot on the purple cotton towel became hidden as she lowered herself back to the bed.

"Oh yeah, baby, you came so good; good girl," breathed Kyle, finishing off the last few strokes with a moan. Mark came a minute later, as he watched the screen. Erin lazily circle her finger around her clit and pussy, then brought her hand to her mouth, licking the wetness off. He moaned as though in pain, shooting his thick cum high and leaving a stringy mess on the desk, the chair, his hand and his legs.

Kyle grabbed a box of tissues and wiped himself off, then headed for the bathroom, tossing the box to Mark. "Don't leave a mess; Ben'll get pissed," he said, as though jacking off together was something friends did every day. In fact, Mark had never done that before, and it left him feeling confused and a little frightened. He looked at the monitor again. The number of hits on the site was growing quickly. He shook his head and cleaned the mess, using most of the Kleenex. He turned off the computer and quickly went downstairs and out the door. Mark only wanted to go home and sort it all out, but Kyle had other plans, which began to form as he stood in his best friend's shower. 

An Ordinary Life Ch. 02



Erin tossed her keys on the kitchen counter in her suburban home. She turned the corner around the island, and had to grab hold to steady herself. She was tipsy from "Girl's Night," which consisted of margaritas and Bunko. She made her way to the fridge for a glass of water. As she sipped the water and looked out at the moonlit sky, her mind began to wander. Whenever she drank, her mind automatically turned to sex. She hadn't been with a man since her husband passed away 10 years ago, and she still ached for a man's touch at times. She set the glass down and went to a small office down the hall, pinching her nipples through her thin shirt as she walked.

Her son, Ben, was staying over at a friend's house, leaving Erin the perfect opportunity to "explore." She surfed, browsing through images, but never really going anywhere. She began her search at "cock" and ended up looking at threesomes, usually a girl with two guys. She grew hotter, feeling that familiar ache between her legs. It amazed her that those women could get two cocks inside of them, and she slid her hand into her jeans. Her pussy was wet, and she slid a finger between her lips, feeling the heat. It had been a secret desire to have two men inside of her, a desire she never shared with her husband. "Too late for that," she thought as she cleared the history. Although her 18 year old son never used this computer, she still didn't want any chance of him knowing that she occasionally looked at pornography on the web.

She went to her bedroom, undressing slowly due to the light-headed feeling she had. She wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or the blood rushing to her pussy, but she knew she had better lie down. She slipped on a long nightie, lilac and sheer and her hard nipples pressed against the fabric. Little did she realize she was giving members of her own website an excellent show. Her son and his two friends had started a video website featuring her bedroom, and despite her inexistent love life, the membership was now in the millions. Her lean, tan body, full lips and dark eyes no doubt helped, as well as the occasional session of masturbation. 

She caressed her breasts through the silky fabric, pinching them at times as her head lolled back. She made her way to the bed and laid back on the pillows. Her hole was even more wet than before, and she lifted her hips to pull her night gown up. She slowly ran her fingers between her thighs, bending her knees for better access. Using her middle finger, she slid her finger up and down between her lips, encircling her clitoris from time to time. She was aroused by this alone, but needed something more between her legs.

Kyle watched from the monitor upstairs in his best friend's room. In reality, Ben's sleepover was at his girlfriend's house while her parents were out of town. This left Kyle with nothing to do except check up on his "investment." He had lusted after his best friend's mom since the day he met her, and the website gave him the perfect opportunity to see the object of his desire, as well as spending money. In fact, "spending money" had turned into a car, and he was now saving for college. He watched the woman who was 20 years older than him with intense interest. He had played this out in his mind for months, and now was unsure if he could do it. He had to restrain from stroking his cock, which was the most difficult task of all. He was entranced as she began flicking her clit with her forefinger while using her other hand to squeeze her left breasts. He wanted desperately for her to take the damn nightie off so her could view her wonderful tits, but had to admit that the negligee might be to his advantage. She slid two fingers into her cunt and Kyle sighed as Erin moaned on the monitor. Kyle waited for the perfect moment. From this point, it was all or nothing. If this didn't work, things would be awkward between them at the best. "Well," he thought, "There's always the web if she never lets me in her house again."

Erin rocked her hips as she pleasured herself, her eyes closed in the moonlit room. She slid her other hand down, moving all the attention from her breasts to her wet mound. Letting her legs fall apart, she continued to fuck herself with her two wet fingers up to her knuckles, while the free hand could now attend to her red clit. She was moaning so loudly that she didn't hear her door open. In fact, the waves of ecstasy were only increased when she felt as though someone was watching her. She moaned again, quickening her tempo and pressing into her swollen nub she rubbed it in small circles. Kyle took his engorged member into his hand a slowly and steadily stroked it. It had long been rock hard, and he found himself thinking of baseball to keep from going completely over the edge. He moaned loudly, and nearly came when she moaned "uh-huh," in response. 

He tried again more loudly, "Ohhhhh." She looked up, her eyes popping open and spotting the intruder quickly. She let out a gasp, and her wet fingers went to cover her mouth. He stepped forward, afraid that she couldn't recognize him. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bauer, um, Erin," Kyle said with what he hoped sounded like shock instead of all out lust. His 7 inch cock was rock hard and standing at full attention. Erin found it difficult to keep from staring at it. 

"Kyle," she said breathlessly as she pulled the sheer negligee down over her exposed body. "What are you doing here?' She was sitting up, her knees bent to cover herself. 

"I...Ben needed..." he stammered, pointing to the bedroom door. "I heard something...I wanted to make sure you were okay," he said hurriedly. "I'm sorry," he said, looking down in his best attempt to look ashamed.

Erin was shaking, and her head was foggy from the mixture of alcohol and unfulfilled climax. "I think what we need to do is take a shower and then talk about this," she said as she walked backward to the shower. "Please stay here," she said, thinking of the problematic scenarios of having a teenager telling his friends what he saw. Or worse, Kyle telling Ben. 

She showered quickly and put on a thick robe. She took a deep breath and went back into the bedroom to grab something descent to put on. She jumped at the sight of Kyle sitting on the side of her bed, his shorts still on, doing little to hide the tent his hard cock was making. He stood up and his member pointed straight out. 

"Kyle! I thought you were going to, you know, take a shower!" she said, a little frightened. 

"I thought you told me to stay here," he said, confused. "Why would I need a shower...ohhhh. Like a cold shower," he said. "That never works for me anyway," he said, shaking his head and looking at the floor.

"It doesn't?" she asked, then shaking her head quickly. "Uh, never mind. I don't want to know. I'm sorry you had to see me like that," she said, not sure what else to say. She couldn't keep from staring down at his cock straining against his gym shorts. She couldn't believe she had that effect on him. Then again, he was a teenage boy. She waited, the silence awkward and heavy. 

"Um, what about..." Kyle started, looking down, "this?" 

"What about it?" Erin asked, wondering what Kyle was up to.

"Well, I can't leave like this. And cold showers don't work. And the guys are at my house...Oh man. What am I gonna do?" he asked, hoping she didn't realize what he was driving for. 

"Kyle, you can't..." she began, flabbergasted. "What about upstairs?" she said, shocked she was suggesting her son's best friend masterbate in her son's room. 

"In Ben's room? Oh no way. I can't do that!"

"Fine how about here!" she said irritated and instantly regretted it.

"Um," Kyle said, needing to balance the right amount of reluctance with not knowing what else to do. He stared at Erin. The shoulder of her robe had come down, exposing skin but not much else. "I need something to look at," he said quietly.

Erin looked at home incredulously. "You mean to tell me you can't get off without something to look at? And you can't get off in the shower?" 

Kyle could tell he was quickly losing credibility. "I don't know what's wrong with me!" he said exasperated. He sat on the bed, hunching his shoulders in what he hoped was humiliation.

Erin could not remember the boy ever looking so miserable. "I'm sorry," she said softly, sitting next to him. "We'll think of something," she said, hoping it was true. "And I'm sorry you had to walk in on me," she said. She decided to wait it out, hoping the boy's erect penis would go back to normal. They sat quietly next to each other, and then Kyle put his head on her shoulder. 

"I'm sorry I'm so fucked up," he said quietly.

"No," she said, chastising him. "You are not fucked up. You're a guy," she said with a small smile. 

"It usually takes a lot to get me this hard," he said. "You were so hot."

"Kyle, don't say things like that."

"Well you are! You should know that," he added more quietly.

She blushed and peeked down at his crotch. He caught her looking and met her eyes. It didn't look like he was going to deflate on his own. And Erin couldn't let him leave like that. "If you weren't Ben's friend, I'd..." she started, the quickly stopped. 

"You'd what?"

"We need to do something...What do you need to look at? I bet I could find a movie..." she said getting up.

Kyle reached out and took her hand. "I really want to look at you. Not like before," he added quickly. "Just like that. Or you can get dressed," he added.

The thought of him masturbating while watching her was strangely exciting. And wrong. "Kyle," she started.

"Please..." he begged. "I swear I won't tell and I'll never mention it again. Please..."

Her breathing had quickened from the thought. Yet as sobering as the thought of her son's best friend giving himself a hand job in her bed was, she felt herself giving in. "What do I do?" she asked, sitting on the corner of the bed.

"Stay there, just like that." He moved over on the bed and put his hand into the elastic waist of his shorts. Erin could see his hand working up and down on the long shaft of his cock. She turned her head, red faced. She was getting turned on. But if she stopped him, she was certain he'd know why and then what? He moaned and she turned to see him pulling his cock out, his balls bound by the elastic on his shorts. She stared, her robe falling open around her top. Kyle could now see cleavage. He had wanted more, but this would work for his purpose. 

Then she surprised him. "Your cock is so beautiful," she said dreamily.

"You're beautiful," he answered after the shock wore off.

Then she did something he never expected. She leaned down and kissed him. She kissed him and continued as he worked his cock with his hands. His fist went up and down as she watched. "So beautiful," he repeated, leaning up to kiss her again.

The robe was now loose, nothing holding it closed. She continued the kiss as her robe fell open, exposing one breast. She didn't notice, running her hand down his shirt to his exposed lower abdominals. Her fingers were light and tickled him. He looked down and watched as her hand covered his, moving with it as he stroked his cock. He stopped to lower his pants and to his amazement she continued for him, stroking the hard rod. He moaned and she bent down to kiss his neck. She suddenly stopped her attention to his cock and, before he could protest, brought her hand to her mouth. She licked her fingers, then returned to the head, rubbing across it with her moist fingertips. She had always wanted to do something like this, but her husband had never allowed it, and rarely had he allowed her to perform oral sex. She had just assumed she wasn't good at it.

The drops of silvery white coming from the head of his penis were enough to lubricate the shaft, and she returned to working up and down the length of it. She enjoyed his sighs and moans, encouraged that she was pleasing him. She was getting hot, and felt as thought she would pass out. 

Erin took off her robe completely, letting it fall off of her shoulders, then began stroking his cock again. "You are so good," moaned Kyle. "Yesssss."

She wanted to cup his balls, and tried to pull his shorts down more. He raised his hips so she could remove the cloth binding his sack, and to his amazement, Erin took the member into her mouth as it was thrust toward her. She opened wide and worked hard to wet the shaft so she could slide her mouth more easily. 

His mouth gaped as he watched her work. This was far different scenario than anything he imagined, but much better. Erin had a twinge of guilt, but that was quickly extinguished by her need and lust. Slowly and deliberately she lowered her head, his shaft easily filling her mouth. She was just as controlled as she came back up, her lips tight, sucking forcefully to the head, where she stopped and lightly traced a circle with her tongue. She continued to lavish attention to the teen's rock hard cock, loving the feeling of the hard cock against her tongue and lips. She looked up toward Kyle's face as she continued the steady motion down, then sucking as she glided her mouth up. She wanted some sign of approval, as she had done this only a handful of times. She could see the unchecked pleasure on his face as he struggled to keep from coming. She lowered her head, the sensation rocking him and he grunted approval. She quickened the pace, and Kyle could not help but look up at Camera One. Of course, he didn't worry about unknown voyeurs watching. The feed had been cut, spliced with empty bedroom film. This recording would be for his pleasure alone – and maybe hers if things went according to plan. He watched her bob up and down on her shaft, longing for her pussy. It was surely wet by now; he knew just by watching her she was turned on. But not yet. If he were to ask to fuck her tight twat, that might put a kink in things. Besides, Mrs. Bauer was doing amazing things with her mouth, and Kyle's mind was too muddled to deal with any deviations from "the plan."

Suddenly, Erin pulled away from his cock with a quiet pop. Kyle groaned, watching her take his cock in her hand, her fingers enveloping the glistening meat. Kyle expected her to finish him, but instead, she lowered her head once more. Her tongue danced around his balls; then she began kissing then. He looked down, wanting to see the source of this new pleasure, but all he could see was her hand working his shaft. He looked to the opposite wall, where stood a dresser with a large mirror. He watched as the prostrate Erin began sucking at his balls. He felt them tightening, both from the suction and the imminent volcano about to erupt. He watched her ass and wet pussy sway in the mirror until he felt he would explode. He closed his eyes and lay back, enjoying the mature mouth and sweet caresses of his best friend's mother. His thoughts were jumbled as he felt her mouth move from one sack to the other. She continued stroking his cock, and he thought of her pussy, her vibrator, her tight ass. He thought of the fact that this was taboo, and the thought of what was to happen next; all of these things were happening at once until her fingers squeezed the base of his cock. She never stopped mouthing his balls as he came loudly and violently. Erin smiled to herself as the words "fuck" and "oh god" were used several times. She did not stop licking and sucking his sack until his cock, wet and sticky, fell against her cheek. She stopped as Kyle breathed heavily and licked her way up the salty-sweet penis which was quickly waning. 

She glided up his body, her breasts lightly brushing against his t-shirt, which he was still wearing. "All better?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

"Thank you," was all he could manage. 

"Thank you," she thought as she straddled his waist. Her dreaminess quickly wore off as she realized what she had done. The young man's cum covered her hair and her cheek. She quickly got up and went to shower. She would have to fix this somehow.



An Ordinary Life Ch. 03



Erin relaxed in the wooden deck chair by the small pool in the back of her suburban home.  She had just finished swimming laps, albeit small laps, in the pool and was letting the sun dry her, while tanning her long lean body. She closed her eyes and lazily ran her hands up and down her torso, naked except for the thin fabric of the top and bottom of her white string bikini.

It was 1:30 in the afternoon, and she didn't expect her son home for another three hours. At 18,, he was busy with extracurricular activities of his senior year as well as his job doing lawn care with his two best friends. At least, that's what she thought he was doing. In fact, the three had developed a plan to start their own voyeuristic web site featuring Erin Bauer's bedroom. Ben, her son, suspected some freaks would watch his mom dress and undress and not much more. His friends kept the fact that she enjoyed occasional self-gratification sessions well hidden from him. If he had known, needless to say the sight would be quickly closed. The fact that Ben didn't know about the infrequent sessions didn't keep his friends from enjoying the show. Kyle and Mark would often watch her dress, undress, and even finger herself. 

But now, Kyle had a different idea. The dark haired, blue eyed young man parked his car. "We have to do it, Mark, or people will stop watching," he explained to his tall, quiet friend. Mark frowned. At 6'4" and well muscled, he would have frightened anyone else, but Kyle knew his friend couldn't hurt a fly. "Besides, the site shuts down, and no more free shows."

"What!? I, err," Mark began.

"Oh, please, like you don't get off on watching her every night. But hey," he said, holding up his hands, "Who am I to judge! I've done it, too." In fact, Kyle had done more. One night, he walked in on a tipsy Erin masturbating and ended up having her go down on him. He kept that tape for his own purposes.  "We'll put it in the bathroom, and place it where people won't get too good of a peek – just enough to give them something to imagine," he explained again. He had purchased new, state of the art equipment, and wanted to place it before Erin got home from work.

"Okay," Mark finally agreed, "But not in the shower."

"Sure, birthday boy" Kyle said, already having scoped out the perfect spot for shower shots of a wet, hot Erin. Mark was turning 18 tomorrow and there was a big party planned on his behalf. This was the reason they had to work on their pet project now. Kyle and Mark approached the side gate and the taller of the two stopped suddenly, Kyle running into the back of him. 

"Shhhh," Mark hissed before his friend could utter any expletives. He pointed to the back of Erin's head above the back of the chair.

"You keep her busy while I go through the front," Kyle whispered, leaving before Mark could object.

Mark hesitated a little before going through the gate. He quietly closed it, in case she was sleeping. 

Mr. Mathis never saw the youth sneak into the side gate. His attention was focused solely on Mrs. Bauer, his next door neighbor. He had heard her swimming while watering his yard, and could not run fast enough to get upstairs so he could watch from the spare bedroom. He hadn't moved that quickly in years, and his slightly overweight middle aged body almost couldn't make the trip. But somehow, he made it to the large window overlooking his neighbor's patio and pool area. She was glorious in her white bikini, her tan frame stretched over the dark wood of the lounge chair. He had often seen porn pictures of women in white bikinis, and he wished hers had been sheer, so that he could get a glimpse of those beautiful nipples through the fabric. But this view sufficed for now, he thought as he began feeling a tugging in his groin.

As he watched she appeared to be sleeping. But soon, her hands found their way to her breasts, then to her crotch. His cock sprang to life as her long lingers disappeared behind the white fabric. He followed her lead, quickly reaching into his pants and grabbing his aching member. He began moving with her, or with what he imagined her to be doing. "Damn, why couldn't she sunbathe nude," he thought. He pulled his chubby cock, and began moving faster and faster as he watched her lazily pinch her nipples. "Oh, yeah, baby," he groaned, "I like that."

Erin sighed, rubbing her clit with one hand while her other fondled her breast. She stopped working her clit, leaving her knees bent up and stretched wide. She was neat and shaved, to Mr. Mathis' pleasant surprise. 

"Naughty girl," he growled. 

She pushed her bikini aside, and Mr. Mathis began stroking furiously. Her hand blocked his view, but he could see what she was doing in his mind. He stroked his rod roughly and quickly until he squirted thick white semen all over the pillows on the window seat he was leaning over. He had no time to bask in the glow, however, because he immediately heard the garage door opening, signifying the missus was home. He turned the streaked pillows over, vowing to clean them up later.

Erin continued in her trance, fingering her clit, then brushing past her hole. Up to the clit, circling and pressing the hardened nub, then slipping down toward her opening. Mark watched, his mouth dry. He had walking in as she was squeezing her firm tits, and could not help but watch the beautiful woman. He wanted to learn everything that pleasured her, so that someday he might do that to a woman, making her moan like that. He dreamed of Erin Bauer being the woman he did that to, but he was far too analytical. He knew the chances of that happening were about as probable as winning the lottery. Yet if given the choice, he'd take Mrs. Bauer over mega millions any day.

As if in response to his thoughts she giggled, then moaned. "Oh, Mark, take my pussy," she purred. 

Mark's heart stopped. It couldn't be. He had a thought and watched in the reflection of the patio doors. He couldn't see her eyes due to her sunglasses, but he thought she was sleeping. "Yes Mark, Yes," she sighed, slipping a finger into her wet hole. Ever since the night she "helped" Kyle out, she had fantasies about doing the same for her son's other friend as well. This time, she was dreaming about Mark pleasuring her with his tongue. She hummed as she began moving her hips against her hand. It was the best birthday present an 18 year old could have asked for, yet Mark was reluctant. 

"It's a different Mark," he reassured himself; as the weight of that realization hit, his shoulders sagged. If he cursed, he would have that moment. She drew him out of his gloominess.

"Oh, Mark, I'm so wet. Do you want to taste it? Lick me," she whispered. He was close enough to touch her now, standing directly behind her.  

He moved around, and knelt in front of her. He chided himself for letting his cock lead him this far. "She'll kill you," he told himself, looking up at her. He could see her eyes behind the lenses and they were tightly closed. "Because she's dreaming," he decided.

She pushed her bikini over further. He could smell her womanly musk; he was so close. His last thought was that he was technically a man, and he should do the manly thing. He bent over and tenderly kissed her moist labia. She started a little, then moaned in approval. He repeated it on the part of the other labia that was exposed. She moaned again, encouraging him further. He suddenly buried his face in her pussy, and she sat up with a start.

Erin could not separate dream from reality. Here she was, looking at the object of her desire, who was kneeling at the foot of her chair. "Mark," she flushed. 

He lifted her from the chair easily, carrying her in his arms toward her room, then suddenly turned and went through the living area instead. 

Erin could not believe it. She had never seen such determination on Mark's face. Quiet and shy, he had always been her favorite, and there had always been the thought to bring him out of his shell, but Erin would have never acted on such a thing. "Mark, we...where are we going?" she asked as he easily carried her up the stairs.

"Were you dreaming?" he asked tentatively as he gently lowered her to the guest bed where he slept sometimes when he stayed over. 

"Huh? Oh, no," she lied, looking away.

"Because if you weren't dreaming, then I think you were coming on to me," he reasoned.

"Uh, Mark!" she answered, clearly flustered from being caught in a lie. In Mark's mind, he had nothing this woman would want except for his wit and brains. And he intended on using it to get her. 

"I thought maybe you were offering a birthday present," he said, drawing closer to the bed. The bed was a shimmering brown with red pillows, a nice contrast to the barely clad Mrs. Bauer. His green eyes danced mischievously. No going back now.

Erin's breath caught in her chest. "No," she said, shaking her head. "We can't. I want to, but we can't."

"Because I'm too young?" he asked, kneeling on the bed.

Erin didn't move away. "No," she answered, staring into his sweet, green eyes.

"Because you are afraid of what people might think?" he asked, crawling toward her. He was so tall, his head was already even with her crotch. 

"No," Erin lied. "Well, yes," she conceded. "And you are too young, or I'm too old. Something," she said, tearing her eyes away. "I can't take advantage of you!"

Mark laughed the same sweet laugh that endeared him to her. "I'm 18. And from this point on I'm using you. Does that make you feel better?" he asked. Her eyes looked fearful for a moment before he added, "It's really the only thing I want for my birthday." It was the only thing he ever wanted; from the time he was 16. 

She nodded slightly, as though considering it. He pulled himself up, kissing her passionately on the mouth. She could not believe someone so meek could kiss with such passion. She yielded and began kissing back, ignoring the voice screaming no in her subconscience. 

He continued to kiss her, breathing heavily. She began feeling a push against her stomach, and looked down to see the head of his cock peeking out of the waist band of his athletic shorts. Her eyes widened as he continued kissing her neck and shoulders. He stopped at her breasts, and then removed her bikini top with a single move. Her breasts were fully exposed, and he stared as though studying every part of her smooth skin.  He lightly kissed the hardened nipple, then the other. She watched as he began licking the large globes. She watched, and doubts began to fill her mind. "What am I doing?" she thought. 

"Is that not right?" he asked, as though reading her mind. 

"We shouldn't be," she began.

"Just tell me what to do so I can please you," he offered, looking at her with his puppy dog eyes.

"You are so sweet, but," she gasped. He had taken her nipple roughly into his mouth, tonguing and sucking it. She responded immediately, arching her back and moaning. He did the things he saw her doing to herself, and began pinching to other nipple while we sucked the opposite side. She squirmed, but not enough to free herself from the mouth of her son's young friend. She could hardly find her voice, "Ohhhh, Mark, god. That's my weakness," she purred. Mark switched to the other nipple, her other breast suddenly cold after losing its lover.  She grabbed the back of his head, her fingers running through his sandy blond hair. "I should pull him away now," she thought as she watched him suck her nipples fiercely. Her hands would not obey her mind, and she continued watching hungrily.

She wanted desperately to do something in return, to show her appreciation, but his cock was far out of reach, his legs almost completely off of the bed.  He moved across her body, kneeling on the floor as though purposefully shielding his cock from her searching gaze. He leaned in and began kissing the fabric of her swim suit bottoms. He could smell her womanhood, and began licking to warm fabric. He didn't want her to take them off unless she wanted to, so he didn't touch or move the material. She moaned, leaning up on her elbows to see. He easily guided her legs, pulling her to his mouth, then spreading her thighs. She felt she could get off on this alone, when he started sucking at the fabric. 

She moved her hips up, wanting more. "Lick my pussy," she pleaded, surprising them both. He slowly pulled her bottoms down, exposing the freshly shaved mound. Mark hesitated. . He had never seen anything so beautiful, and he longed to push his aching cock into her. He quickly lowered his head kissing her mound, then gently sucking one of the lips into his mouth. He suckled to smooth fold of skin, and then moved to the other side, giving each the same treatment. He pushed her legs further apart, opening her up to him. She was glistening, and he stared on wonder.

"Mark," she said. "We don't have to..."

"I want to," he breathed heavily, it's just I've never."

"Then don't," she said, sitting up. 

"But I want to. Tell me what to do," he said, meeting her eyes. "Like you did outside."

She was startled. She had never told any man what to do to her in bed, choosing to pleasure them and taking whatever she could get. Maybe it was the fact that the thought of telling him how to please her made her wet with anticipation. Maybe it was some sort of instinct, but she wanted to guide him, to teach him.

"Lick my pussy," she said, and was startled at her voice.

He began licking quickly, rubbing her with his tongue. "Nice and slow," she encouraged. He slowed his pace considerably, and almost painstakingly made his way up to her clit. She moaned and felt his lips tighten. He smiled. He licked the nub again and she shuddered. He had found her clit, and began experimenting with his tongue and mouth on the little nub. She sighed contented when he sucked it, then moaned out when he licked it. "Oh, yes Mark, just like that. Oh, it's so good." It seemed the more pressure he gave her, the more she enjoyed it. He began pressing it and rubbing with his finger, lapping at her pussy. She was in a frenzy by this point, and he slipped his tongue in and out of her hole while his hand feverishly worked her hard clit. "Oh yeah, fuck me with your tongue. Mmm you're so good." She rocked her hips, and he rewarded her by flicking his tongue across her love button over and over. He then returned to rubbing the hardened nub, pinching and pulling it while tonguing her sweet fuck hole.

"Ohhhh, noooooo," she almost screamed. "No, no noooo," she yelled out as she ground her folds into his face. He could tell she was enjoying it, but was afraid her was hurting her. He gently began sucking her clit again, reversing his fingers, slipping one, then two of them into her hole. He sucked lightly, sliding his fingers in and out only three times before she screamed out, and he was rewarded with warm fluid coating his fingers.

He stood at the door, his electric blue eyes glaring a hole into it. Was he fucking her? Was he getting the blowjob of his life? "Fucking slut," he thought angrily. As he heard her scream out, a sly grin came to his face. She would pay for this, and he would show her how a real man could make her feel.

She moaned contentedly, and Mark bent down once more, slipping his fingers in and out more quickly now, and switching to three fingers. She squirmed from the tightness. "You feel so good, Mark," she purred. "Let me return the favor, please."

He shook his head and blew gently on the small red button. She shook, and he took her bright pink clit into his mouth. He sucked again as he fingered her. She was unable to give any direction at this point. He quickly worked her into another frenzy. His fingers slid in and out, in and out, making wet slurping noises as they moved. He sucked at her clit and had a thought. As with her breasts, he began sucking and swirling his tongue around the nub. She began pumping his face, her feet on his shoulders. "Oh, yes," she cried, "oh gaaaawd." She rode his face, grinding against him as she struggled to keep composure. 

"Come on Erin," he rumbled before returning to her beautiful clit. 

"Mmmmm," she shook her head. "Noooooo."

"Yes," he said more forcefully, "Come for me Erin!" he commanded.

She didn't know if it was the forcefulness with which he issued such a command or the fact that he finally used her first name, but she screamed out and completely let go. She moved faster, and he grabbed her narrow hips to guide her back and forth quickly on his mouth. He sucked and kissed, thrusting his tongue in her hole. "Oh fuck, oh gawd, oh fuck, oh god," she drawled. "Oh fuck yes, yes, yessss," she whimpered as she came on the face of her son's best friend.   

He smiled, lapping up the beautiful woman's love juices. He loved the taste and smell of her, and her musk still filled his senses as he drew away from her womanhood.

He glided up, kissing her. She tasted herself on his lips and she liked it. It felt so bad, yet so loving and perfect. She was content, her muscles melting into the bed. She felt his hard cock against her again. 

She gently ran her hand across it, looking him in the eyes. "Now it's time for the birthday boy," she teased as she forced herself up. She glided down his body, pulling his shorts down around his knees. His cock was long and thin. She ran her finders along the shaft, amazed by the length. There was no way he'd have to worry about pleasing a woman with that impressive cock, she thought as she admired it. She doubted she could ever fit it all into her pussy, much less her mouth, but she dismissed such thoughts. This was the only thing she and Mark would ever do she convinced herself.

She used both hands to rub up and down the shaft, alternating hands. Mark watched in awe. She twirled a finger around his moist tip, then tickled her way down again. Mark could only grunt and moan at this point. His cock was still and dry, and she needed something to help lubricate the young hard rod. Kneeling, she put her hand between her legs, fingering herself with three fingers. Mark's jaw dropped and he could no longer hold back when she took her wet fingers and enveloped the 9 inch shaft. She barely got one stroke to his balls when he began convulsing, spraying her with thick creamy cum. She had strings of cum all over her chest and hands. She grinned wryly. 

"I'm s..., s...,"

"Shhh," she hushed, leaning into him. "It's okay. I just wish I could have pleased you more," she said. 

He laughed. "If you pleased me anymore, we might have a bigger mess to clean up."

She giggled, wanting to kiss him. Instead, she walked to the guest bath, grabbing a towel and wetting it in warm water. He admired her ass as she went across room, and admired her tits and hips on her return. She took the warm towel and gently cleaned him. She wanted to lick him clean, but knew she had already pushed the envelope far enough. He helped her in return, wiping her with the towel so lightly that nothing was happening, except her arousal once more. She helped him rub until the sticky, clear jelly was gone from her breasts. 

She leaned down and kissed him. "I owe you, birthday boy," she said playfully before putting her bikini back on and leaving.

Kyle watched from Ben's room as she glided down the hall. Was she so drunk that she had forgotten all about their encounter? Or maybe it's just that she needed to be pleasured like he had been on her bed that night. One thing was certain; he would give her something to scream out about at the next opportunity.



An Ordinary Life Ch. 04



Erin returned after a late night with the team. After traveling 2 hours on the team bus with unruly basketball players, she was ready for a shower and bed. She came in the back door and turned on her kitchen light. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness, she saw the note on the counter.

"DOWNSTAIRS IN THE GAMEROOM," it read in neatly printed capital letters. She frowned. The note didn't look like her son Ben's chicken scratch. Her heart raced as she thought of the possibility it was Ben's friend Kyle surprising her. Or better, the brooding, sensitive Mark. She quickly shook her head, reminding herself of her vow to never do anything so stupid again.

It was 2 weeks ago that she had helped Kyle ejaculate in her bedroom; and only 3 nights ago, Ben's other friend Mark had gone down on her in the guest room. Since that time, she couldn't stop thinking about sex, sometimes fantasizing about Mark, other times about Kyle. She had even fantasized about both boys taking her at the same time. She flushed at the thought. All three boys were probably all downstairs, deciding to stay at her house rather than with Mark's parents like they had planned. Despite her silent admonishment, she found herself stopping in the hallway in front of the mirror to tousle her hair and check her makeup. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and went down the stairs, her black heels clicking with each step.

She peeked around the corner and froze at what she saw. On the 52 inch screen she saw herself -- writhing in pleasure, her mouth forming a perfect "o" in a silent orgasm. She gasped and stepped forward without thinking, and the bottom half of the screen came into view. Mark was licking her slit as he slid two fingers rapidly in and out of her pussy, drenched from the job they were doing. She found herself speechless, somewhere between protest and a rapidly growing arousal. Then she saw him. He was sitting in a large black leather chair, his boxers around his ankles and his cock gripped in his hand. He did not looked startled to see her, and his smug look quickly turned Erin's arousal to worry.

"Kyle, what are you?" she began, looking from his cock to his eyes. She glared at him. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded.

"You tell me, Mrs. Bauer," he said innocently. "I mean, that is you on the tape. And with a 17 year old!" he said in mock disdain. "What would people think?"

She stood with her mouth gaping open. "Have a seat, Erin," he said, motioning to the chair. His cock continued to stand at full attention, and Erin did her best not to notice. "I said sit down," he said, more firmly this time.

"Where did you get this?" she said softly as she made her way to the other large leather chair. 

"Well, it seems our friend Mark likes to tape his conquests," Kyle said matter-of-factly. "It was on his laptop. Luckily I got it before anyone else could see it," he lied. In fact, there were video cameras throughout her home, and idea that her son, Kyle and Mark had cooked up for a money-making scheme. The voyeuristic website was a huge success, and the fringe benefits were proving to be priceless. 

Erin collapsed into the chair, feeling dejected and humiliated. She held back tears. "I'm so sorry," she said quietly. 

He walked toward her, "If this ever got out..." He didn't finish the sentence. Erin continued to look at the floor, the only light from the screen, which she dare not look at. She felt him near her, and he caressed her cheek. She looked up, his cock inches from her shoulder. 

"It can't," she sobbed, pulling away from him. His caress turned much stronger, holding her head forward. 

"Look at me," he commanded. She looked up, damning herself for feeling arousal at the strong command. "That's better," he said, stroking her cheek. "Now," he began, sitting next to her on the large leather chair. She scooted away, but he held her by her shoulders. He slid his hands down to her slim waist, and before she could protest, pushed her forward. He brought her back down on his lap, her back to him. 

"What are you," she protested as she squirmed. He moaned approval, holding her waist tightly. "Please, Kyle, no," she pleaded.

"Shhh," he hissed in her ear, holding her tightly. "We're just going to watch and see how much damage this little video might have done. And you're going to sit right here with me," he breathed. She shivered against him. He loved the feeling of power over her, but it was nothing compared to what she would be doing later.

"No," she said firmly, pulling away. "What are you thinking?"

"I am thinking that if this tape got out, you could lose your job and everything else you care about. Plus, poor Ben," he said, clicking his tongue. "I am thinking that you would want to do anything to keep that from happening, right?" He didn't wait for an answer. "And that you would want to keep that tape from being seen. Am I wrong?" he asked, pausing. "I asked if I was wrong!" he demanded more forcefully. "Because if you want, we can stop the tape now, and I can have the whole school watching it by Monday, the college by Wednesday...do I need to go on?"

At this point Erin was beyond the point of controlling her tears. She sobbed lightly, shaking slightly when she inhaled. "No, you wouldn't want that. So I am offering you a way out. Don't cry," he said, "You should be glad I am the one who found it. There are men who would demand money, men who would want control of your body," he growled. "But, Erin, I only want you to be happy. I want to pleasure you, just like you did for me, "he said, brushing the hair from her face. "And all I expect in return," he said as he wiped a tear from her cheek, "is for you to do the same in return." She continued sobbing as he shifted beneath her. "Don't worry, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. And at any point you can call it off. I'll just take my tape and go home," he whispered in her ear. He slid his hands under her firm, round ass, lifting her and sliding her gray skirt up. She gasped through the sobs as he rand his hands up her thighs, pausing on the black lace garters holding up her black stockings. 

"Naughty girl," he growled. "What were you planning tonight?" he asked, tracing her garters. Her head lolled back and he kissed her fiercely before saying, "I asked you a question. Who were you planning on seducing tonight?"

"No one," she said, finally controlling her sobs. 

"Liar," he said playfully. "Did the basketball team gang-fuck you to celebrate their win? Or did you let the coaching staff fuck you as you sucked all of their cocks?" Erin shook her head, appalled. "Oh, so you were waiting til you got home to fuck your little toys."

Erin was aghast, then remembered when he had caught her playing with her vibrator on her bed. She had wanted his cock so badly that night, but it was wrong for a mother to seduce her son's best friend. As though reading her thoughts, Kyle said, "Ah, so you wore these for me?" His hands were now above the stockings, stroking her thighs. "My beautiful little whore," he breathed. "Who would know you were such a slut?"

She protested, but he shushed her again. His cock was now pressing into her back through the bunched material of her skirt caught up around her waist. She was glad he wouldn't feel the wetness between her legs. At least not yet. "It's time for the show," he growled as he pressed the remote, pulling her back against him as he reclined back. Her legs were spread on either side of his, and Kyle's arms were resting on her, his hands on her exposed thighs. He looked down at her as the screen adjusted to the grainy picture of the bed. She was so beautiful, her tan legs contrasting against her black lace garters and stockings. He wouldn't hurt her, he thought to himself as he felt her struggle to stay calm. But he would own her.

"Look at you. You like it when a man takes charge, don't you?" Erin stared at the screen, obvious lust on her face as Mark threw her onto the bed. It was so surreal, watching herself on screen, telling this young man what to do and enjoying every touch. 

"I could learn a few things from Mark. Maybe you could teach me," Kyle said as his hands found their way to her panties. "Mmmmm, look at how wet you are," he chided. "You love watching this boy eat you out?" 

"No," she said quickly. 

"Ah, so it's something else," he said quietly as he stroked the wet material. He could feel her heat and his cock jumped. 

Erin struggled to keep her wits about her. "I didn't know he wasn't 18 yet," she protested.

"That doesn't really matter," Kyle said absentmindedly. In fact, Mark was 18 the very day he tongue fucked her upstairs. But Kyle decided that small lie was worthwhile, as long as Erin gave him hat he wanted. "He's so attentive," Kyle praised his friend as he began rubbing Erin's slit through her panties. Her wetness was getting more and more obvious. "But he is such a child," he concluded as he thrust her panties aside and slid a finger deep into her hole. 

She rose in protest and he used his free arm to pull her back against him. "Ready to go public?" he asked, sliding his finger up and down her wet slit before plunging once more into her fuck-hole.

She struggled slightly and moaned. "We can call it off," he said. "But I know you want this, so why pretend?' he hummed, sliding his finger in and out a few times before rubbing up and down her slit once more. "So wet," he said absentmindedly. He began fondling her clit, rubbing around the small nub as, on screen, his friend did the same. He released his hold on her and began finger fucking her with his other hand. He was unable to get a good angle due to their positioning, sliding only to the middle knuckle. However, Erin didn't seem to notice, and soon began rocking in rhythm to his ministrations.

"You like that, don't you?" Kyle asked, slipping his fingers in and out. She moaned. "I said don't you?" he demanded. She stopped rocking. "Answer me," he said menacingly, never stopping his rhythm. 

"Yes," she answered startled.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I like it," she said slowly.

"Like what," Kyle asked as he watched the screen

"I like it when you touch me there," she said timidly.

"That's a good girl," he cooed. "But what I don't understand is why he doesn't just stop playing around and fuck your brains out. I mean, obviously that's what you want. A nice big cock in your pussy," he said.

"No," she answered adamantly. 

"You didn't want his cock?" Kyle asked dubiously. "Well, it's probably a good thing,' he said mischievously. "Here's my favorite part," he said, turning his eyes from her to watch Mark's spunk shoot into the air after Erin had licked him once or twice. "He would have spewed all over you if you let him fuck your tight pussy," Kyle said matter-of-factly. "But what about now?" Kyle asked, turning so that his mouth was against her ear. He rubbed her clit more quickly now. "Do you want my cock, Mrs. Bauer?"

She stirred at the use of her formal name. It made her feel like a dirty old woman. "No," she said.

"Liar," he said softly. "Because I feel your hot pussy." He slid his fingers in for emphasis. "It's begging for cock."

"No," she whined.

"It's so simple," he said, raising his hips and her in the process. She felt his cock slide beneath her and she gasped. "You want cock, and I have a cock. I want to give you my cock so bad. So see, you get a nice, hard cock and a video you need and want to have. It's not like I'm making you do something you don't want to do."

"However you justify it," she hissed defiantly, "I'm not letting you fuck me."

"Then I guess there's going to be a lot of talk on campus come Monday," he said, dumping her into the floor as he rose. She looked up at him flabbergasted, her skirt still up around her thighs, as she sat up. "You can keep that copy," he said. "I have another one at home.

Her jaw dropped as he pulled up his pants and went to the staircase. "No," she called. "Please," she begged. 

"Please what?" he asked, turning only his head. She could see the tent in his pants from his still rock-hard cock. "And don't try that 'Please give me the tapes' crap. You know I'm not fucking around," he said, and chuckled at his own joke. 

She mumbled something incoherent. 

"Please what?" he demanded.

"Please don't go," she said, pleading with him with her eyes.

"Why would I stay?" he asked, coaxing her on.

"I would do anything," she said miserably.

"Beg for it."

"What?" she stammered.

"Ask me for what I know you want, and you'll have everything you want and need. You have three seconds."

"Please fuck me," she said before he even began counting.

A sly smile came to his lips. "How? You want me to fuck you with my tongue, cause if that's what you had in mind," he said, starting toward the steps.

"Fuck me with your cock."

"Beg." He commanded. 

She looked up at him, all self consciousness gone. "Please fuck my pussy with your big, hard cock," she said, getting horny from the words even as she was saying them. "Please, Kyle, oh please give me your cock."

"Am I the reason you dressed like a whore tonight?" Kyle asked, moving toward her.

She nodded, getting to her knees. 

"And you've wanted me from the time you helped me get off on your bed that night, right?"

"Yes," she conceded, not lying.

He pulled his pants down in one swift move and sat in the chair in front of her. "Suck my cock, Mrs. Bauer," he commanded.

She looked at him questioningly, surprised at the request.

"Don't worry, slut, you'll get your cock. But first, it occurred to me you never got to show me how well you could do with your mouth. And I promise not to cum off too soon." He said, looking down at her. "Now fuck me with your beautiful lips."

She moved toward him, leaning forward between his legs. She licked up and down his shaft, taking in his salty flavor and musky scent. She circled his head with her tongue, and before she could take in the tip, she felt herself being pushed down. 

"All of it!" Kyle commanded, holding her head down. He finally relented and she came up, gasping for air. "This is what I needed since that first night with you. I've wanted this so long...your mount, your pussy," he hissed.

"I can't," she began before being pushed down again. His cock filled her mouth and went deep into her throat. The width of it was almost unbearable, cutting off any air supply. She struggled to position her mouth and he forced her down again, her teeth causing friction with his flesh. 

"Careful," he cooed.

"You're too big," she finally got out before he roughly pushed her down again.

"Oh, come on," he toyed with her. "I'm not as big as your boy-toy up there." He gasped as she bottomed out.

"Please let me," she said, holding up her hand. "Let me do it," she said, begging with her eyes held on his.

He shrugged and settled back as she wet his shaft up and down with her tongue. She then circled the red head of his thick cock with her lips, looking up at him for approval. She bobbed up and down, opening her lips and wetting him a little more each time. He groaned, and she began using her hand on the lower part of his shaft. She gripped him lightly, stroking him up and down with rhythm of her mouth, sucking powerfully. Then she surprised him, coming off of his cock with a loud pop. She licked her hand, caressing head with three wet fingers, and using her tongue to lick the shaft once more on all sides. She then returned her lips to the hard rod, sucking and bobbing her head as her hand cupped his balls tenderly, squeezing and caressing as she made her way lower on Kyle's stiff cock. 

He suddenly pulled her head off of him and she looked at him, her eyes full of hurt and confusion. "It wasn't..." she started.

He turned her forcefully and pulled her down so she was sitting on his cock. "Take off your shirt," he ordered. She began unbuttoning it, but Kyle just rolled his eyes and ripped it open. She let it slide off of her shoulders and felt Kyle tear it away, tossing it. Erin trembled from the forcefulness, her pussy aching to be taken by the demanding teen. He grasped at her skirt, pushing her forward so that she had to lean on her arms to keep from tumbling to the floor. The skirt was once more lifted so that her tone thighs and round ass were exposed. 

Kyle gripped his aching cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, groaning to find she still had her panties on. He pulled them aside, then stopped abruptly. "Stand up; no, don't look at me. Take off your skirt." She obeyed, letting the skirt drop to the floor. "Now your panties, just your panties," he said as she unclipped her garter belt. "Bend as you pull them down." She did so, feeling utterly exposed, but no longer humiliated. Confused, she stood back up and clipped her garter belt back to the stockings. She jumped as he reached between her legs, sliding his hand easily up and down her wet slit. 

"I love your mouth," he said," but I want this even more." He pulled her down onto his lap. She raised herself as he helped guide his cock to her tight hole, and then, moving his hands around her waist, he pulled her down hard onto him. She screamed out as his cock filled her, stretching her to her limit. After three strokes, she began shaking uncontrollably, her pussy tightening on the thick intruder, the spasms trying to force him out. He held her tightly until she cried out, and then began lifting her up and down on his cock once more, her limp body easily manipulated.

She slowly came back to reality, and began riding his cock, raising her hips up and down, then grinding back against him when he thrust into her. She looked over her shoulder at him as he concentrated on the view of her tight ass as her pussy was grinding against his groin. She moaned, leaning forward so he could fill her more with his thick meat. He obliged by thrusting in fast, hard strokes, and she was soon struggling to stay on his lap.

He lifted her and stood, holding her up as her legs gave way. Turning her, he sat her in the chair. She leaned forward to once more take his cock into her mouth, but he pushed her away, causing the chair the lean back. Grasping her legs, he pulled her toward him. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, and he found her tight hole on the first thrust. She screamed out as he fucked her relentlessly. His hard, thick cock was making slurping sounds as it pistoned in and out of her wet cunt. She moaned, the sounds making her even hornier. She began pinching her nipples as he rammed into her over and over again, bending her into the chair. "Oh, yes..." she cried out. "Oh, fuck yessss," she whined as his balls slapped against her ass. She moaned and hummed as he drove his cock deep into her tight fuck-hole. 

"You're mine," he demanded as he quickened his strokes.

"Uh huhh, uh huh," she answered in a high pitched whine, spreading her legs wide.

He held her hips tightly, pulling her against his cock as he thrust over and over again. "Say it," he almost screamed, "Say it, slut!"

"Ohhh, I'm yours," she cried out. "I'm your cum-slut, Kyle. I'm your whore. Oh yessss. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee," she cried as she screamed out, flooding his cock with wet juices. She shook roughly, so that Kyle had to stop thrusting so as not to lose his position in her wet, spasming pussy. 

"Oh, yes," he said as she came down from her orgasm. He began thrusting in slow, long strokes. "You are mine," he cooed, quickening his pace once more. Their bodies made loud slapping noises as he fucked her now, her head and shoulders the only things left on the chair. She lifted stocking feet to his shoulders, looking up at him with glazed eyes. He fucked her almost from behind, her pussy upside down as she lifted her ass for him. He groaned at the new sensation, losing himself for a moment before pulling out with a loud slurp. She fell from the chair with a thud as he continued stroking his cock. To his pleasure, she quickly rose, licking his cock as he stroked it. She licked it, tasting her fuck juice one it. She then began tonguing and sucking his balls. The sensation along with her hair ticking his cock was too much. 




An Ordinary Life Ch. 04



He groaned, "Take my cock." She quickly obeyed, and was rewarded with warm, thick semen shooting down her throat. She gagged, but Kyle held Erin's head against his member until it was drained. He felt her struggling, gagging on his semen and trying to swallow it all. 

He let his fading member slide out of her mouth. To his amazement, her eyes were closed, and as she licked her lips she squeezed her tits, pinching one of the hard red nipples. "You are my cum-slut," he breathed.

She grinned, reddening from the comment, suddenly feeling naked before him. 

"Go to bed," he ordered. There was no thought of hesitation this time as she went directly to the stair case, his eyes on her ass as she ascended the stair case. He had a few things to take care of before he would be ready to fuck his slut again, but he was in no hurry. He knew she was his now.