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Innocence Ch. 01

By: PTremer



Prologue

IT Security contracting is my specialty. The drawbacks are the traveling and long hours.

My beautiful wife understands that I must be away several days at a time, even though I have deceived her concerning my contract work. She believes that my specialty, internet security, causes my frequent travel. Actually, it does, but she does not know the entire truth. We are corporate spies, and specialize in detecting and monitoring other interlopers.

I work hard at making her life easier because I am away sometimes two or three days a week. I maintain an office with a small staff but so far, there has been no problem.

I keep feeling there is something that I do not understand about her. What ever it is has not caused a problem in our relationship, but in the back of my mind, she is still a mystery in some ways.

Last year at the Airport;

I had been away, seeing to business on the west coast for two weeks and was ready to return home to my wife. We have been married for ten years now and I really miss her when I am away.

We got married early, and now, even after ten years of marriage Patti still turns me on. She is 5'5", about 120 pounds and still exercises every morning to keep her shape.

She had mentioned a surprise when we talked on the phone last night and I still did not know what it was going to be.

We have been talking every night, I guess you could call it phone sex, we told each other our fantasies and helped each other embellish them more and more each night. We had not talked like this since we were dating in college.

I can still remember how sexy she was when we first started dating, she was so innocent and naïve, I used to enjoy watching her in her short skirts and dresses, I don't think she was even aware of how sexy she was. Her long legs would turn heads when we were out but she didn't even notice people were looking.

Anyway, tonight, I spot her first and as usual just the sight of her causes an instant stir in me.

She is at the huge windows, trying to see through the small windows into the Jet way.

On her tiptoes, leaning forward, her legs are long and shapely, the firm muscles show but not enough to spoil the perfect shape. Her daily exercise has kept her shape, just fine.

I walk slowly around the crowd, trying to surprise her from behind.

There are rows and rows of seats, all occupied, people are standing and sitting everywhere. The thunderstorm that bounced my flight so violently must have air traffic backed up, I have only seen it this crowded at holidays like thanksgiving, but this is August.

The bright blue sundress she is wearing clings tightly to her firm bottom. I love the short sexy sundresses she wears; this one has white piping along the edges at the top and the hem. Her posture, straining forward too look outside, has caused the hem to rise up. 

As I approach, weaving between the crowded seats, I almost step on the legs of a teenage boy; with all the seats filled, he is reclining on the floor using his backpack as a bolster. His shirt has "Get Er Done" emblazoned on the front.

I suddenly notice his gaze focused in one place. He has a perfect view of my wife's thighs and maybe more from his position. At first I start to kick him but not wanting to cause a scene, I refrain. The emotions that run through me are a mixture of anger and to my surprise arousal.

I ignore him and slip my arms around her from behind. As I do, she jumps and turns toward me, her look of fright turns to delight when she sees me, she rewards me with an enthusiastic hug.

I am sure the kid on the floor loves this. I know her dress has risen higher as she stretches her arms around my neck. I let the embrace linger anyway. Let the kid suffer. She is mine and I love her.

As we are attempting to get on the escalator, the crowd is overwhelming. I try to stay beside her but the pushing crowd quickly separates us.

I can see her seven or eight steps above me as I finally step on.

There are several people ahead of me including four young guys, one of them is the kid that was on the floor just a few minutes ago. They are talking rapidly about some adventure they have shared. It sounds like they have been on spring break at a beach and they are comparing notes on the girls they had tried to meet. I do not think any of them had scored but they are excited.

The kid from the floor must be picking them up. "Must be one the other boy's older brother," I think watching them.

Patti has my carry on bag, which is heavy, I can tell she is straining. I watch, as a scarf I have brought her slips out and falls.

As she bends to retrieve it, her short dress raises high against the back of her thighs and I can see the creamy white skin above her thigh top stockings. My pulse quickens as I watch her retrieve the scarf and try to stuff it in the top of my bag. The scarf is expensive silk and I watch as it slips out again. "She will never get it to stay," I think to myself.

Behind me, I hear someone say, "Did you see that?"

"No, what" the reply came.

"Look up ahead of us, that gal has great legs!" the first person replies.

I realized that one of the people behind me has noticed my wife's movement and is telling his friend, I know both are watching, as Patti bends to retrieve the scarf a second time. This is a strange situation knowing that these two are looking up my wife's dress. I can't do anything without causing a scene.

As Patti bends for the scarf again, one of the young boys in the group ahead of me nudges one of the others and nods his head upwards. I watch as four more pairs of eyes stare intently at Patti's beautiful legs, quickly exposed to her upper thighs.

The sight of her beautiful exposed legs has quickly caused me to harden, and the thought of others watching at the same time, aroused me in a strange way.

I feel jealous and somewhat angry, but the strongest feeling is arousal.

The two men behind me are speaking in hushed tones but I can make out enough to know that they are both hoping for another look.

The first guy says," Let's follow her a bit, maybe if she stops in one of the bars, we can meet her and buy her a drink, who knows, we might get lucky".

I start to turn and tell them she is my wife and to mind their own business but not wanting to cause a scene, I shrug it off. I cannot imagine Patti being "hit on" by these two strangers.

Finally, the escalator gets close to the top; I can catch up and make sure these two do not get a chance to try to meet my young wife.

At the top, I lose sight of Patti as the crowd carries her along. She is only 5'5 and I am too far behind to keep her in sight. At least the two lechers behind me have lost sight of her also.

Stepping off, I strained on my toes to spot her but the airport crowd is just too big. She knows where baggage claim is so I am not too worried as I start in that direction purposely.

When I get to baggage claim she is nowhere in sight, I wait several minutes but when she does not arrive, I turn back. Worried now, I begin retracing my path to the escalator, working against the crowd, trying to look in all directions as I walk.

At the escalator area she is nowhere in sight, I walk quickly up and down the immediate area of the concourse. I am beginning to get worried as my cell phone vibrates in my pocket. Pulling out the phone, I see "Patti Cell" displayed and breathed a sigh of relief as I answered.

"Hey Hon" she say, "Where are you?" The connection is scratchy.

"Back at the escalator looking for you, where are you?" I could hardly hear over the static. I glanced at my phone and saw that the signal was very low, probably because of being inside the terminal.

"I am outside baggage claim with all your bags, I've got some help so I am going ahead to get the car, see you outside baggage claim in a few minutes with the car" She said, then "click" she was gone.

I immediately thought of the two lecherous men who had been behind me and felt a sense of panic, I tried to redial but the phone showed "network error".

I turned and ran toward the front of the airport; my imagination was running faster than my legs would. Hoping she was not in danger and knowing that she may not realize that there could be a problem.

When I finally got to the sidewalk outside I could only pace back and forth, it would not help to continue because I would only miss her since she had gone ahead to pick up the car.

Standing there, I was helpless and had a bad feeling, wondering who was "helping" her.

Just as my thoughts were deteriorating, the two men from the escalator came out of the building with their bags. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw them.

The feeling of relief is temporary, "Who in the world is helping Patti with the Luggage?" I wonder silently as I wait, looking for first sight of the car.

It must have been twenty minutes before she finally got there.

Her smile and wave were the most beautiful sight in the world as she drove up to the curb.

"Hop in, big guy" she said through the open window with a mischievous grin.

I climbed in the car and realized that my mind had been in a frenzy of worry over nothing.

I watched her quietly as we drove toward home, finally relaxing a bit. I noticed once again how beautiful she is and how sexy too. Her breasts are straining the tiny pearl button at the scoop neckline of her little dress. The hem of the dress is high on her thighs and I could see the smooth skin above her stockings again. She is so sexy I thought to my self.

"Who did you have help with the bags?" I asked.

"Oh Hon, they were great, there were four high school guys from Calhoun waiting at the same carousel, one of them looked familiar. They kept looking my way. I know I should have known their names but I could not place them.

I felt like they knew me because they kept looking my way so I introduced myself.

It was such a coincidence, Jeremy and his brother actually live only a few blocks from us and they all go to CHS except Jeremy, he just graduated this past spring.

I don't know any of their parents but I asked them to stop by our house sometime for a coke, to thank them for their help. "They were so sweet", she continued, "They even helped me load the bags in the trunk".

She continued, "They really weren't much help in loading the bags in the car, I had to keep rearranging them, and the hanging bag kept sliding off the stack up against the back of the seat".

Story to be continued soon 

Innocence Ch. 01



"Please note; while the characters and situation of this story are very real, the events described below are not. This story is purely for the enjoyment of the reader, and I do love Kaitlyn too much to ever force her into anything she were not uncomfortable. I still got my wish in the end, though, she is my perfect angel. Today we are still together and I have never been more happy in my entire life. With that in mind, I present to you, Innocence pt. I. Enjoy. "

-Jon





Innocence Ch. 01



Megan sat on the sofa in the restaurant, listening to her mom and the others around the table chit chatting. She rubbed her forehead vigorously as if trying to rub away the little headache she was getting. She was becoming frustrated and bored with nothing to do but sit and wait.

Megan was a quiet, reserved type of girl. Just eighteen this summer, she had been raised only by her mom and never talked to about the birds and the bees or the ways of the world. She had been closeted and kept away from any male female interactions most all of her life. Her mom had always made sure to keep her own life private from Megan, never letting strange men come into their home. Always going with her mom everywhere, never really having any close friends to hang with. 

Kept naïve and innocent of all real life, she was taught to be obedient, trusting and kind to all always. Never raising her voice or speaking ill of anyone... having always been taught to be seen and not heard the way a good girl should be. 

To those that noticed, nothing could hide her tall toned frame, her bosom blossoming with perky ripe nipples poking through her bathing suit top, long legs and high hips toned from lots of swimming, long brown hair down her back and an invitingly friendly face with kissable lips. It was a body just waiting to be awakened.

They had come to the beach for the weekend, her mom and Bob, her mom's boyfriend, the first of mom's boyfriends to ever be introduced to Megan and the first ever that was allowed to be living with them. They had brought Megan along for the trip, a fun weekend at the beach...but here she sat waiting while they hung out with their friends at the bar...she just wanted to go to the beach. The water, sun and the sand were calling to her. 

Sighing softly, Megan looked around, thinking she may as well get her new float ready. Remembering suddenly that it still needed to be blown up, her eyes flew to their beach bags not seeing the lime green plastic poking up...where was her float? Her eyes scanned the other bags of beach stuff at the end of the couch. A big plastic lime green float would stand out even deflated...wouldn't it? 

In her haste and excitement, she must have left it in the hotel room. She couldn't go to the beach without it and it still needed to be blown up too. Standing up from the comfy couch she had been waiting so patiently on, Megan walked over to the table where her mom was. Sliding in between her mom and Bob, she patiently waited for a break in their conversation to interrupt. 

"Mom..i forgot my float in the hotel room." She said rubbing her forehead, "and I got a headache.."

Everyone stopped talking and looked at Megan sympathetically. "Aww... hunny, you were supposed to bring all the stuff you needed when we left the room." Her mom said a little irritated, and looking apologetically to her friends.

Megan lowered her head, and pouted a little embarrassed at her mom's public admonishment. "it's ok, I got a key," said Bob, speaking up suddenly. "I'll go with her up to the room, I need to get more smokes anyway, and make a call." He said matter-of-factly.

Megan's mom smiled and thanked him, turning back to her friends as he slid off the bar stool and grabbed Megan's hand pulling her with him. Megan just quietly followed along side, trying not to tumble over her own feet. 

Out they went, through the doors of the restaurant, across the street and up the stairs to the second floor beach hotel room they were renting for the weekend. Once the door was opened, Bob ushered Megan inside following her in and shut the door. 

Megan heard the click, but thought nothing of it. Though she was nearly grown, she had a very trusting youthfulness to her. Megan always saw only the good in people, never the bad. A strong naivety that throughout her 18 years, she had never lost, even as her body had matured, her mind stayed innocent of the roles of men and women. She stood in the room rubbing her head absentmindedly looking around for the thing she came for. 

"Are you feeling ok Megan?" bob asked her, his eyes roaming over her barely covered bikinied body with his hungry lustful eyes as he waited for her answer. 

She was a tasty treat for sure, thought Bob. He had been watching her since moving in with her and her mom a few months ago. He had watched how she was raised by her mom. Hell her mom wouldnt even kiss him in front of Megan, let alone show him affection. Biding his time, waiting... Watching...planning...growing hungrier and hungrier for the girl finally standing before him now nearly bare in her bikini. Everything hinged on this moment. He couldn't have asked for better timing. 

"mhmm...have a little headache is all I think..." Megan replied a little distractedly, not noticing in the least how bob was looking at her and licking his lips.

Taking Megan's hand once again, bob lead her over to the little area between the bed and bathroom wall and placed her in front of him. 

"Well, I might be able to help you with the head ache, But only if you trust me. It's something I do usually only for your mom when she has a headache." He said as he moved to stand in front of her taking both her hands in his. His tone only showing an interest as to how Megan was feeling. Hiding the inner mayhem pulsating in his blood to get out and ravish her body right there.

"She says it works really well. Do you want me to try it on you Megan? You want to feel better don't you? You have to trust me though...Can you trust me Megan?" he asked looking deep into her innocent eyes...His thoughts swirling in his head,...his cock tingling and growing just at the mere thoughts lurking inside. 

His hands moved to her upper arms and began to massage the muscles, slowly rubbing his hands up and down her arms, gripping the muscles firm and then soft ... kneading them, relaxing her...getting her used to his touch. Letting his fingers stretch out now and then to graze the sides of her perky young breasts, at first slowly to see if she'd shy back and when she didn't, he grew braver letting his outstretched thumbs casually reached out and brushed over her nipples. Growing bolder and bolder as he talked to softly her making sure to keep her focus on him and not what his hands were doing...yet awakening the deep sensations in her untouched body that he knew she wouldn't be able to comprehend yet. He smiled feeling her body quiver more and more each time he tested her hardening young buds, moving his thumbs in small circles overtop of them.

Megan stared up to him, full of innocence and trust and nodded slowly, his hands were making her feel so relaxed and all tingly inside, making her shiver when he brushed against her breasts accidentally. But she just stood there listening to him, thinking nothing over the way his fingers brushed her hardening nipples now and then by mistake, only hazily aware of what the unfamiliar feelings beginning to travel through her were. 

"ok, you have to trust me ...you do trust me don't you Megan..." he waited for her to nod again staring into her eyes, seeing that she was already very relaxed from his gentle massaging, his hands moved lower over her hips as he took a knee in front of her. His hands gripping her body as they moved down ...massaging as they stimulated her. Chasing away any fears away that might come up as he moved on to the next step. Hooking his thumbs into the top edge of her swim suit bottoms, he began pulling and tugging them down in quick short jerks until the lay at her feet. Megan gasped a little, feeling shy and bent to retrieve them but his hands stopped her and stood her back up. She looked back into his eyes unsure, silently questioning why.

"There now..." he said continuing as if she was not standing there naked from the waist down now, ignoring her questioning innocent eyes. His hands moved back to massaging her arms, brushing her hard nipples with his fingers again. Knowing it would refocus her quickly, taking her thoughts away from her nakedness as the feelings traveled downwards. 

"You tell me if anything I do hurts ...Ok Megan, all you have to do is say so and I'll stop. ...Ok? Trust me...This will make your headache go away very fast and make you fell so much better..I'd never do anything to hurt you Megan you know that...."he said keeping her focus on his soft comforting voice.

"There...good girl." He spoke while positioning and moving her gently till the backs of her knees rested against the bed behind her. Gently, he pulled down on her arms to make her sit on the edge.

"Now, sit down ...There ...That's right...good girl..." he said giving her praise for doing as he said as he moved slowly onto his knees fully in front of her. Ever so careful to not make any sudden movements or scare her. Making sure his hands kept moving over her skin soothingly from her arms to her thighs, lulling her into a relaxed security.

Megan felt him pushing her gently, guiding her till her bare bottom sat on the bed. Still she looked at him with those trusting eyes ...so completely simple and pure, only conscious of his voice, and his hands moving on her skin. It felt so nice, so relaxing. 

Bob watched as she did everything he said so obediently....so unquestioningly. His cock tingled and pulsed in his bathing suit, already hard and straining to get out. 

"Now, ...lay back Megan...mhm... that's it...good girl...relax... just relax." he said as his big hands again kept up the gentle massaging of her arms and then moving to her breasts as he used them as leverage to push her backwards onto the bed. His fingers kneading her soft mounds through her bathing suit top, flicking over her nipples, giving them a slight rolling pinch between his fingers as he massaged his way down her belly to her hips and thighs, pulling her knees apart gradually as he moved his body ever so slowly between them, all the while talking to her in a soft reassuring calm voice.

"You just tell me if anything I do hurts Megan, and I'll stop ...Ok? ...just let me know...now trust me...that's it relax...open your legs for me...mhmm ...good girl...this is going to make you feel so much better Megan... trust me." He said skillfully. Things couldn't be going any better, she was like putty in his hands. He couldn't wait to taste her, as her scent wafted up to his nose.

Megan felt him push her legs open wider, the cool air of the room touching her outer lips as her legs parted, her body shivered...she watched him for a second then laid her head back on the bed, trusting him as he told her, lifting her eyes to the ceiling staring at the yellowish white stained paint above her.

Bobs cock hardened and twitched...she was so yielding and compliant...this was going to be so easy. So naïve and trusting ..having never been touched yet..not even a boyfriend yet at eighteen...her mom had kept her so busy and so occupied that no male had a chance to school her in pleasure as yet...he had to pace himself and not rush her...he had to show her how good it felt, how much she would like it, teach her to want it,...and then to crave it ...building a lasting bond. Making sure she would welcome him the next time he wanted to touch her or...even later on have her touch him and more. Slowly he lowered his face to her virgin mound breathing in deeply of her sweet virgin scent.

'Mmmm...soo soft' ...he thought as he looked down at her virgin pussy mound...watching his fingers moving gently over her soft lips. Untouched by anyone ...until him. His cock twitched again beating the restraints hold it back. He licked his lips watching as he pulled her lips apart with his fingers baring the soft flesh hiding under them for the first time. He heard Megan softly gasp a breath as the cooler air teased the hidden flesh for the very first time. Taking a brief moment, he let her feel the cool air, breathing in her scent, his tongue and mouth watering. Seconds seeming like forever, Bob leaned in and pounced, unable to wait any longer. 

Reaching his tongue out and laying it fully against her tender virgin flesh. He tasted her for the first time. Feeling her body as it stiffened slightly under his hands. Heady in the thought that for the very first time she had ever felt a hot wet tongue between her legs, it was his. Though, he would make sure, it would not be her last. Dragging his tongue up flatly, letting each and every nub on his tongue electrify her sweet supple body. Stimulating his own body from each slight jerk and twitch of movement of her yet untried body under his expert hands and tongue. Slowly, ever so slowly he pulled his hot wet tongue upwards. Finally reaching the hard nub at the top waiting for him but knowing he couldn't just yet suck it deeply into his mouth as he so wanted to. He pulled in his tongue, savoring her taste. Rewetting it as he dipped in for a second sweet taste of her. Slowly, he licked her soft petals again. Forcing himself to go unhurried. 

Megan laid there, feeling the comfy mattress at her back,...her hands laying by her sides ...her legs spread widely by him with him crouched between them. The cool air touching her there, in that private spot for just a moment before she all of a sudden felt hot warmth spread throughout her body unexpectedly. Infusing her so completely from top to bottom. Megan gasped loudly. Deep, ..powerful, ..unknown pleasure unexpectedly consuming her body. Her muscles melting at the warm liquid sensations rapidly flowed through her. Her body quivered and shook under his lips. 

Abruptly her body jerked, startling her slightly, but it wasn't a bad feeling, it ...felt good...soo good. She felt her body tense then relax again as the incredible heat increased throughout her body. Closing her eyes she let it consume her. It felt so incredible.

Bob raised his head to look at Megan. Her eyes were slightly becoming glazed over. Watching as her tongue flicked out to lick her dry lips. "Does that feel good Megan?" he asked her softly.

Megan nodded as she again licked her dry lips, trying to gather her thoughts to form words. His fingers gently caressed her nether lips stroking the fire higher that he was building in her. 

"Tell me Megan ...tell me it feels good Megan." He gently skillfully prompted her while his fingers soothingly fondled her soft moist petal lips keeping her at ease and riding the high that had only just begun.

"it...fe..feels ..g good." Megan breathed out softly. Intensely conscious of the throbbing now holding all her attention between her legs where he was touching her. She wanted to feel that heat again. Make the agonizing throbbing go away. Replace it with the addictive sweet pleasure that he was giving to her. It was all she could concentrate on.

"Good girl." Said bob, pleased at her compliance to do as he told her.

Bob smiled to himself as he rewet his tongue again, getting drunk on the sweet taste of her honey coating his tongue, and positioned it back to her sensitive pink flesh, pulling her outer lips apart wider with his fingers. His tongue swirled around it, licking every crevice and soft crinkle. Pressing it in gently and laying it flat, dragging it up till once again arriving at her rigid pulsating clit. Adding a bit more pressure, he moved his hot wet tongue bit by bit, until the tip of his tongue gently flicked the tip of her hard clit. 

Immediately he felt her body jerk slightly and smiled to himself again before diving back down for another slow hot pass of her sweet pussy. He felt her tremble under his hands but didn't make a sound to stop him as he dove again for a third and forth pass, dragging his hot tongue slowly from her honey hole to her sweet little clit. Breaking away only to strengthen the training that she was unaware she was receiving along with the concentrated pleasure he was showing her soft willing body. 

"How does that feel Megan?"...he asked briefly stopping again.

"..g..go..good....." said Megan shyly and a little more breathless this time, panting to catch her breath. She didn't understand what he was doing, how he was making her body tingle ... Only that it felt sooo good.

"Good girl Megan." He praised, teaching her to like and want to be a 'good girl' for him.

"Tell Me it feels good Megan." Said Bob in a little more forceful but still gentle of a tone, instructing her.

"...it...feels ..good" said Megan obeying him breathlessly again as if she were holding her breath, waiting for more. 

"Good girl...your such a good girl Megan." He reinforced again smiling as he looked down at her being so obedient for him. Spread so willingly open for him. His cock pulsed harder, aching now...but he ignored it focusing only on her.

Bob lowered his mouth between her spread legs again, ...repeatedly ...deliberate and controlled...licking her yielding tender flesh over and over. Loving how it felt against his tongue. Pleased at how her pliable body was responding so well to him. Flicking her tender clit and feeling her body jerk slightly under his hands. His fingers pulled her soft lips wider readjusting his grip, giving him more access to even softer, untouched hidden flesh deep inside. Plunging in again but lower this time ..dipping his tongue into her sweet hot honey hole. He pushed it inside as deep as he could. Then swirled it around and then dragged it flatly up again, using every nub on his tongue to excite ad arouse her body even more. 

Hearing only the soft panting and steady yet shallow breathing coming from Megan, he dove yet again, pushing his tongue deeply into her hot inner meat as far as he could for a second time. Hearing a soft sigh breathed out in a rush, he set his lips around the wet hole and sucked gently while his tongue darted in and out of her virgin core. Sucking up and drinking in her sweet juices now leaking unrestrained from her untouched depths. He felt Megan arch her back and tilt her hips a little as she gasped into the room. Quickly he slipped his hands under her firm ass. Gripping her ass and hips, he pulled her upwards and towards him a little more while his fingers pulled her tender meat wider for his hungry watering mouth, enticing more of her juices from her little body. Her body writhed on the bed more and more. It felt as if he was drinking her in and she was floating, drowning on the waves he was creating in her body.

"Does that feel good Megan?" he asked her breaking the hold of his lips a moment before diving in again. He knew she couldn't speak. Knew he had full power over of her body from the way it and she were responding to him. Yet he was determined to keep her aware that he was the only one in control of the pleasure she felt. 

Bending his head to lick her a little harder, his tongue laid flat against her moist flesh again and dragged agonizingly slowly upwards. Noting she still hadn't answered him. He raised his head looking at her. Her eyes were closed now. Her breathing even more shallow and passing quicker through her parted lips. Her fingers splayed on the bedspread beside her body. Her mind lost in a deep sea of pleasure.

"Megan, ...does that feel good?" ...firmly he asked waiting patiently for her answer. Knowing it would take a firm tone to break into her arousal and make her answer.

"y..yess" Megan breathed out softly.

"Good girl Megan." He praised her again, softly stroking her inner lips with his fingers while he watched her face. Aware of every rise and fall of her chest as she took a breath or made a sigh escape her lips.

"Tell me it feels good Megan." He coaxed her again making her repeat at his command.

"i..it..feels good." Megan repeated floating on the arousal coursing through her.

"Good girl ...you like how it feels don't you Megan?" his gentle voice prodded her as his fingers teased her.

"y..yess" Megan again breathed out, as her whole body hummed with the intense pleasure stimulating her for the first time in her life. 




Innocence Ch. 01



Lowering his head again, this time going even lower than before, letting his tongue slow and deliberately circle and lick her tiny virgin rosebud below her pussy and drag upwards. He lingered at her honey hole a moment, pushing his hot tongue deep inside then continued upwards, flattening out his tongue. Laying it unrestrained against her pulsing fleshy nub, swirling around her now highly sensitive swollen clit. Driving her mad with pleasure. Her hips rocked for him uncontrollably, egging him on. Gently he drew in her hard nub between his lips. Giving it a gentle suck at first, feeling her hips buck back a little pushing her sweet pussy up into his face. Then pulling on it harder, sucking it in deeply. His hot wet tongue flicking the helpless nub captured inside his mouth. Tremors of shockwaves jerked her legs each time his tongue flicked it, torturing it with intense waves of hot pleasure. 

Megan's fist stayed ridged beside her body. Clenching and unclenching as the waves of pleasure hit her over and over. The pleasure was overwhelming. Her hips bucked up off the bed caught by his hands again lifting her higher. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as they dangled in the air, sending wave after wave of hot intense pleasure crashing through her. No words came to her head, only the searing ecstasy he was creating. How didn't even enter her mind.

Bob stopped abruptly. Lifting his head, he watched her writhe as if he was still tormenting her sweet little nub. Her fingers gripped the coverlet tightly. Her eyes were open and fully glazed over. Her lips were parted as she panted for air. Her legs trembling as her body quivered for more. It was a beautiful site thought bob. On the edge of her first orgasm ..held aloft ..just out of reach..and completely under his control.

"How does it feel Megan?" he asked ..His deep voice drifting to her ears like a dream.

"good..." said Megan dreamily, the ache intensifying. Blood pounding in her ears nonstop.

"Good girl." He praised as his fingers softly stroked her heated pussy.

"Tell Daddy it feels good Megan." Bob pushed ...tempting her to go past her comfort zone.

Megan hesitated a brief second ..the word daddy filtering in. she hadn't had a daddy in years..the word seeming so foreign in her head....but she wanted to feel more of what he was doing...needed to...her body was throbbing and on fire. She took a deep breath and expelled the words softly.

"it ...feels... good.... daddy." She panted within a few seconds of his command. 

Bob smiled. 

"That's Daddy's good girl Megan. Would you like more Megan? Do you want Daddy to keep going Megan?" he pushed her.

"yessssss..." Megan moaned out as her body screamed for more, the ache increasing unbearably.

"Then tell ...'Daddy' you need more Megan.... Tell daddy you want more Megan ...say please Daddy more." His voice dripped with lust as his fingers kept their teasing motions on her throbbing pussy. He wanted her to beg him for it. Learn how to beg him. He wanted her to ache for his touch.

"i...i...yess..more...daddy...pleaseeeeeeee." Megan panted breathlessly whimpering. 

Bob leaned down again between her spread thighs, his hot wet tongue reaching out and licking her sweet pussy harder then before, smiling as he heard her sharp intake of breath. God she tasted so good. As much as he was training her to become addicted, he was fast becoming addicted himself. A few slow hard strokes of his tongue and he needed to hear her begging him more. Lifting his head again to look at the supple lust filled body in his control.

"Say please daddy..." he teased her..Moving his fingers all around the swollen flesh as his tongue dipped again to keep stimulating her. His fingers dipping only just slightly into her wet hot honey hole then down to her sweet tight rose, using her own juices to nudge the tight hole into relaxing enough for him to push a finger in a little. His cock jumped aching to push inside her body once and for all.

"...pl...pllle..pleassseeee..." megan panted as her body screamed inside. "...daddy..."

Pushing her legs wider and lifting her ass, bob dove in again...licking her sweet young pussy hungrily. Feeling her body twitch and jerk in his big hands...rocking against his face. He latched his lips onto her honey hole and sucked hard, plunging his tongue mercilessly in and out. Fucking her with it. A feeling she had never felt before.

His fingers pushed and pulled the soft flesh of her rose, circling it round and round, plunging in and out. Feeling it give as one finger dipped in again and slid in just to the first knuckle..Sucking her sweet juices as his other hand moved over top of her bare pink mound spreading her lips with his fingers. Finding the hard throbbing nub pulsing up at him, giving it a gentle at first pinch, then more of a pull, ..and then stroking it quickly. Her body writhed back and forth on the bed. His finger slowly making small pulses in and out of her rose, feeling it loosening more, enough to slide in further. His cock twitching and aching, harder than a rock. His own body screaming for more but knowing he can't. Not yet. 

Bob pushed his finger in a little deeper and raised his head to look at her. Slowly he watched as her body began rocking from his gentle pumping of his single finger, only worked in just past his second knuckle. Dragging it out slow and back in, pinching and rolling her hard clit at the same time. Dipping his head down occasionally to lick her sweet nectar again dripping from her honey hole. He was teaching her body what pleasure was. Her body like putty in his hands. 

His movements slowed. Removing his finger from her rose, he continued to lick her pussy so swollen with need. He wanted her to ache. And keep aching. Till the next time he wanted to touch her. Then she would welcome him. Each and every time. She'd never stop him. Knowing that if she did, she'd never feel the sweet pleasure he brought to her. He ultimately wanted to hear her whimper and beg him to touch her. Soon enough,... soon enough. 

Bob smiled as he released his hold on her sweet pussy, and rose to stand over her. It was time to get back. He could have stayed here all day and night and had her completely he was sure. She laid there still spread on the bed. Not moving to get up or close her legs. Soft shallow panting still coming from her as she floated on the aroused high he created in her body. He didn't want to stop. He willed himself to go to the bathroom and wet a cool cloth, bending back between her aching pussy he gently touched her swollen lips and began cleaning her up. Watching the way her hips lifted a little for him. Wanting more of his hot tongue and lips. 

Gently he raised her up, asking her if she was ok... seeing her nod, then standing her up in front of him while he told her to lift a leg and then the other, sliding her bathing suit bottoms back on. She was still in a dreamlike state as he spoke to her. Telling her that this would be their secret. That Megan wasn't to tell anyone, especially mom, cause she would get mad at her and him for him sharing mom's special thing. And that anytime that Megan had a 'tummy or head ache', she should come tell 'Daddy'...and when mom was gone, he would help her feel better again. 

Megan could only nod. Her body was zinging still, floating high on the waves. She could still feel what he had done, ...almost...like it was continuing keeping her on the edge. She followed him out of the room, wordlessly and dazed. But being that Megan was most always quiet, no one really noticed. 

Back in the restaurant, Megan sat back on the couch and laid her head down to the seat falling into a deep sleep almost instantly while her mom and bob continued chatting with their friends. Her dreams brought her back to the room and the pleasure she had just felt only moments ago. Feeling a deep holding tingle between her legs, lasting even long after being woke by her mom to finally go down to the beach.



Innocence Ch. 02



Chapter Two The Trip Home

"Sweet" I thought, wondering if they were the same four young guys ahead of me on the escalator, if so they had probably been following her hoping for another look up her dress.

She points to a plastic solo cup and says, "Enjoy"

I take a sip of champagne. "This is good I" think as she pulls into the traffic.

A strange homecoming I think, beginning to relax.

I wonder how long she will be able to drive, sipping on Champaign, her tolerance for alcohol is very low. I know she has brought this for us to celebrate my coming home.

She usually becomes 'flirty' and a bit of a showoff when she has a few drinks, I love it because it usually leads to great lovemaking.

I keep glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. "She is so sexy and doesn't even realize it." I think, gazing at her beautiful legs.

Those young guys probably caused the hanging clothes to slide off so they could stand back and watch her lean into the trunk of the car.

I could picture the scene in my mind and realized I was getting hard again visualizing Patti leaning over and reaching into the trunk, her short blue dress, rising, exposing her smooth thighs.

My mind's eye also saw her leaning forward toward them, instructing them, which bag to put where, the top of her dress falling open, and the sight of her breast displayed perfectly by the VS bra. The more I thought about it the more aroused I got.

I could picture her firm breast, captured by the light blue bra, and her nipples, the way the way they get so hard sometimes.

I was lost in my thoughts when she pulled off the highway. "Got to have a rest," she said pulling into a station.

My body clock was still on California time, I realized, as I looked at my watch, it is after midnight. I got out and walked around to loosen up, flying and driving all day was making me tense.

I watched as Patti walked across to the building to find the ladies room. Her walk is not extremely provocative, but sensual, would be included in a description.

Tonight there is a slight list to her walk, the champagne has made her a little drunk, and she's had several cups. I believe I need to drive the rest of the way.

Alcohol is quite powerful for her, the more she drinks, the more carefree she is. This carefree mood seems to turn her into an extrovert. She becomes flirtatious and fun. She thinks teasing is fun and harmless, particularly since I never complain.

The place where we have stopped is brightly lit but not crowded at all; I guess most people are in bed by now.

When Patti returns, I am in front of the car smoking, she asks me if I will drive the rest of the way home. "Sure" I reply as she walks around to the passenger side.

A pick-up truck has pulled in next to us, I notice the driver watching her get into the car and feel that same sense of arousal, and jealousy knowing he is watching my wife. Her dress climbing high as she gets into the car. It looked like the man's eyes were going to come out of his head.

From my position as I walked up to the driver's side door, I could clearly see the man's face, his eyes glancing down into our car, my wife's hem was way up again.

I hesitated, watching the man, before I opened the door. He timed it so that he got out of his truck and could look in the car at Patti. 

He said "good evening." to me. His eyes stray to Patti again.

"Good evening to you," I replied.

"Yes sir, it is a beautiful night," he said, starting away from our car.

I could tell he was speaking more of my wife than the nice weather.

As I got in, Patti rolled her window down and called to the man. When he stepped back to her open window, she asked, "How far is it to Athens." A weird question since we are headed home, not to Athens; I wonder why she asked that. The man spent several minutes explaining not only how far but the best way to get there. I am sure he was enjoying every minute, ogling my pretty wife.

He finally walked on toward the store and I climb into my seat. "He likes my legs," she giggles. I realize that she was enjoying the attention. I laughed with her as I started driving toward home. Patti finished her third glass of the bubbly wine. Three is a lot when you are using solo cups.

Patti fell asleep soon, but I was wide-awake, still on Pacific Time. My cute wife is definitely an exhibitionist, especially after a few drinks.

I reached across, pulled her visor down and swung it up to the windshield, opened the mirror, turning on the vanity light on so I could see her as we drove. The light cast a dim glow all over her.

Watching her sleep so peacefully, soon I could tell by her breathing that she was sleeping deeply. The bubbly wine had quite an effect on her.

Driving with one hand, watching the road as best I can, I gently release the little pearl button that holds the top of her dress together where the scoop forms.

The radio played smooth jazz. I let the top part of her dress slip open slightly, and felt my chest tighten, my arousal was becoming very strong. I did not want to wake her. I just could not resist this opportunity to enjoy the sight of her lovely form.

She was wearing one of the VS bras, from last Valentines Day. The contrast of her creamy skin and the powder blue bra was a wonderful sight. The gentle rise and fall of her chest was very sensual.

For several minutes, I was satisfied. Then I gently slipped the hem of the dress higher to expose her legs. I could feel my hardness straining and had to reposition myself to get comfortable.

She was wearing matching blue panties trimmed with delicate lace and thigh top stockings. I wanted to touch her but was afraid it would cause her to wake up. I was enjoying this moment; it was like a forbidden thing.

Even though she is my wife, I was taking advantage of her, in her sleep. This is voyeurism, I thought.

Gaining control, I gently tugged the dress back into its proper position. I tried to fasten the button several times but could not tell if it was secure.

We had traveled for about twenty miles, my mind drifting, suddenly I heard a thud and immediately feel the car pull hard to the left as one of the front tires went flat.

I steered carefully to the shoulder and turned on my flashers.

Patti was sleeping soundly, as I got out seeing the damage. After checking the spare, the missing spare, I new this was going to be a hassle.

I climbed in and called AAA for a tow. Patti had not awakened while I was out of the car, but she stirred a little when I got back in. Soon she was snoring softly again.

The tow truck did not take long to arrive, I had another drink and admired her while we waited. 

She woke briefly, her speech was slightly slurred, and I could see the tiredness in her eyes. After a few minutes, she was asleep again.

When the truck arrived, two men piled out of the passenger side of the truck.

The driver barked instructions as they began hooking our car, preparing it to be loaded on the truck.

"You had better get your friend out before we load the car," the driver said.

"Can we just ride in the car, my wife is asleep."

"Sorry fella, against the rules, law says we can't have anyone riding in a vehicle while it is being towed or carried."

"Give me a second, my wife is sound asleep" I replied.

When they were ready to pull the car up on the truck, I began to wake her and finally half asleep, she got out.

With Patti leaning against me, I watched as our car was loaded on the rollback truck.

The driver said, "C'mon, we'll make room for y'all up here with us."

He was in the truck already. One of his helpers climbed in and reached out a hand to help us in.

I climbed in and turned to give my sleepy wife a hand. The third guy was grinning as he placed both hands on her bottom and pretended to help by pushing her into the truck.

Patti, mumbled, "Sweetheart, don't be rude, you can squeeze me when we get home." with that, she more or less fell into my lap and immediately was out again.

With four of us on the seat, it was tight. Squeezed between the two men, I balanced Patti on my lap, realizing that she was partially sitting on two of us.

As the big truck bounced along, I was miserable, with the constant jostling.

There was a strange man on either side of me and I strained to keep Patti on my lap, but asleep, she was dead weight. She kept sliding off my lap.

My arms were beginning to ache, I could not keep her sitting up any longer. I said, "Excuse me," as I gently let her lay over the man on my left toward the driver.

"Y'all must have been drinking," the man on my right, against the door, said as my tired arms finally let Patti lay over.

"Yeah, we had a few on the way" I replied.

I answered their questions and made small talk as we bounced through the night.

Every time we hit a bump, it was a struggle to keep her from going forward. By now, both of the men were helping me hold her in our laps.

As we got closer to town, the streetlights began to illuminate the inside of the truck. I could see that Patti was lying across all three of us, and her head was almost in the drivers lap.

Both of the men were helping to keep her from sliding off our laps.

Turning toward the driver, I could see that the man closest to him had his left hand hidden under his right arm and it looked like he might be have his hand close to Patti's breast. I could not tell for sure.

The man next to the door had relaxed his arms on her hips; but I could not see his right hand.

Lying across us this way, her little dress had pulled up so that the man next to the door had one hand resting on her silk covered leg. I still couldn't see his other hand.

The driver asked for directions to our house, I watched his helpers as I guided him to our house to drop us off.

We finally pulled up in front of the house and began to get out. The first man out, reached up to help Patti down.

Her dress gathered almost to her waist as she slid down off the seat. Her toes just barely reached the running board of the truck.

I saw the man leering as he "helped" her down. He let his hands slide along her legs as she felt for the step of the truck. He did not try to be polite, as he helped her to the ground.

He definitely saw everything he wanted, I watched her slide down to him as started to climb down behind her.

By the time I got down out of the truck, the first man was graciously holding Patti up with his arm around her, cupping her breast. 

They driver came around and said, "That will be $120 for the haul and fixing the tire, do you want to pick the car up in the morning or should we just bring it back here?"

"You can drop it here" I replied as I counted out the twenties.

I gently walked Patti to the door and got her to bed.

I sat in the den and reflected on my homecoming. I still had an erection.

Reflecting later, I think, I am aroused, knowing other men are looking at my wife. This was not really a revelation. It had been there all along but for some reason, tonight it seemed like every way I turned it starred me right in the face. That the men had touched her and instead of being angry, I had a sense of arousal. This was disconcerting. 

Patti had awakened as we pulled into the drive at home; she never knew how much the tow truck men had enjoyed her.

In the house, she said, "Hon, I had the strangest dream on the way home tonight. I dreamed that you were showing me off to strangers."

"Would you ever consider doing something like that?" she asked.

"I love showing you off, every time we go out, but I haven't considered doing it on purpose."

"That might be fun though now that I think of it." I grinned.

"Oh you're crazy," she said dismissing my comment and me.

There was nothing more said as we unloaded. Later though there was intensity as we made love before going to sleep, I could feel the excitement of "showing her off" as she had put it.

Since that night, I have been more aware of her actions and my reactions. We have not discussed it, but she seems to realize that I get a kick out her showing off a little. It only happens occasionally, because it takes alcohol to loosen her up.

The next morning the Tow truck men delivered our car back and seemed disappointed that the "missus" was not outside to greet them.

They left me a coupon for a free oil change, probably hoping to get to see Patti again.

I thought to my self, "Eat your hearts out guys!"

To Be Continued..



Innocence Ch. 02



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Author's note: This story is the continuation of a story called Innocence ch.01, posted by Avela. I waited two years for the story to continue but since it hasn't, I am continuing it on my own. This is my first attempts to write a story. Comments and concerns would be appreciated.

Reading the first part is a must. Its on my favorite stories list. 

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Chapter 2

It had been two days since Megan had returned from the trip to the beach with her mom, Sharon and her stepfather Bob. On her last day there she had a massive headache, before going in to the water, which her stepfather had taken care of for her. She was surprised to see that Bob's technique worked.

Now sitting back on her bed, in her mom's house, she kept wondering about the wonderful feeling she had when felt Bob 'kissed' her headache away. But there was something else there now. She had this ache in her tummy that only came whenever she found herself alone with Bob. It didn't make sense to her at all. In fact, what surprised her was that whenever she had these aches, she also felt her cotton white panties to become a bit wet. Things weren't making sense; she didn't know what these feelings were at all. But all of those thoughts were replaced suddenly when she realized that she would be returning to back to her high school in a week. Suddenly nervous, she immediately got up from the bed and went through the list of things that she needed to go to school; a binder, blank sheets, pencils, gym clothes and new shoes. Megan knew her mom was really busy this week with her church activities and her night shifts, at the local hospital as a nurse, so she would have to ask Bob to take her shopping.

As if on queue, the car horn honked and bob drove his car inside the garage, bringing Sharon back from the church. Knowing that she wouldn't even kiss him in front of her sheltered daughter let alone do anything else inappropriate, Bob turned to his girlfriend making eye contact and slowly going in for a peck on the lips. One peck after the other, it soon turned into a hot open mouthed kiss. Soon Sharon had her eyes closed, was breathing through her nose and unconsciously moaning. Bob had no intention of backing up either. He slowly kept on massaging her tongue with his own and slipped his hand up to into her shirt and bra to tweak her nipples. The tension was building between her legs and he knew it. Moving his other hand from her face downwards towards her other breast and then even more towards her pants, he slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hands inside to cup her fuming wet mound. That caused Sharon to really moan and then realize that she was still in the garage and that Megan could walk in on her any moment. The innocent child had no idea what a proper kiss was, let alone know what she and Bob where doing. Verbalizing her thoughts, Sharon opened her eyes and broke the kiss.

"We can't! Megan will walk in any minute."

Ignoring what was said, Bob captured her lips again with his and inserted his thick finger into her tunnel while giving her nipples an extra squeeze. That was enough to drive Sharon over edge considering that Bob had been keeping her on that edge since the time their visit to the beach. Sharon bucked on the passenger seat while Bob slowly tickled her tunnel with his index finger and then suddenly started rubbing her clit with his thumb.

"Booooooooob Ah! Bob nngghh" cried Sharon as she came back from one climax and went into another.

She had rarely felt this power before and as soon as Bob's lips left hers, she shut her eyes tight, arched her back and threw her head back in ecstasy moaning

"Jesuuuuusss".

Waves after waves after waves crashed over her limp limbs as she started setteling back down on the seat.

"God!!" muttered Sharon "How do you even do that to me?"

"You're Bob's slut, honey" he replied, sucking on her lower lip before letting her go. Sharon scrunched her face since she didn't approve of dirty words but deep inside she felt a little tingling at the word 'slut'.

In a short time, both Sharon and Bob walked into the front door to find Megan waiting for them expectantly.

"What took you guys so long? I was getting worried"

"Oh your mom lost her cell phone under the seat so we were looking for it" replied Bob, while looking at his daughter up and down.

He had great plans for the night. Sharon had another night shift at the hospital, so it was up to him to take care of little Megan tonight. And since school wasn't starting till next week, he could keep Megan up as long as he wanted to. He couldn't wait to corrupt 'his' little daughter, to make her beg for an orgasm and soon for him to fuck her. He wanted to take his time to teach her how to keep their little secret. He closed his eyes to picture his naive little Megan between his hairy thighs looking up at him with those round green, holding his cock and waiting for his command. But he had to wait for her to come to him; to use her trust against her.

"I'm going to shower honey! Then I'll make dinner before I leave for my shift" said Sharon, bringing him back to reality.

Damn! he couldn't keep his eyes off his little girl. "Alright, I have to arrange some papers for my clients before dinner."

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A few hours, Megan found herself sitting between her mom and bob on the dining table saying grace.

"Dear Lord, we thank you for what you have bestowed upon us and ask you to give us more. We are your servants and we wish to stay by your side."

While both mother and daughter's eyes were closed, Bob was leering at Megan through lustful eyes. Megan had just turned eighteen, with shoulder length brown hair, bottle green eyes, wearing a pink tank top over her slender frame. Summer's heat had prompted her to wear thin clothes and unbeknownst to her mother and herself, her nipples were showing to watchful eyes at the dinner table. It would make it so much more delicious for Bob to lead her astray considering that she was 'untouched' in the best ways imaginable. Her mom hadn't even given her the talk about 'the bird and the bees' yet. And so it wasn't the delicious turkey sitting on the silver platter, with cucumbers and salad leaves surrounding it making Bob salivate, but the thought of seeing that her lying naked on the bed giving him an open view of her shaved pink pussy; having her angelic mouth open and eyes glazed after receiving her first orgasm ever. Tonight he would take her a step further.

"Amen." All three of them chimed together. "Amen to that indeed." repeated Bob under his breath.

To be continued...  



Innocence Ch. 02



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The liquor had got the best of us. Post orgasmic bliss. We lay dazed on the living room floor. Softness pushing against my ribs. Something wet against my thigh. Soft hairs tickling my neck. The smell was definitely feminine. Limbs sprawled across my body. Lying on the floor was never this comfortable. The content purr of the woman sleeping next to me was a sound that provided me with such comfort. Her nipples softly indenting my skin. Bliss.

I didn't want to move. Scared I would wake the beauty next to me. My dick however had other plans. It was on a rise. Inches away from poking the leg that was sprawled across my mid-section. Blood kept rushing to my organ and it reached full mast, finding its intended target. I still had my eyes closed. This time however it was definitely not a dream. There was a naked woman next to me and we had most likely passed out together. 

I tried remembering what happened after dinner last night. Images flooded my mind. Blood flooded my dick. It was now throbbing against the leg. 'Mmmmm....I heard a soft moan come from the crook my neck. The leg moved up and came down on my dick, trapping it under the heat. I was seeing my mom and sister in my head. They were being very naughty as I took pictures of them. My little sister, the one I shared many childhood memories with, was now in my mind, naked and slutty. This was not normal. Families are not supposed to be like this. Yet I couldn't stop thinking about how her pussy looked like. It was such a cute pussy. I wanted her to sit it on my face all day long. Her taste was phenomenal. I had found a new home for my tongue to be at. Deep in her pussy. Her juices needed to be flowing over it, or it would just dry out. 

My dick had also found a new home for the moment. Trapped under the leg, I started moving my hips. Thrusting myself against it. I needed to cum. Not worried anymore about waking up the woman next to me, I increased my pace. I could feel her pussy grinding on my thigh. Spreading its wetness all over it. She was still passed out, I was moving her body from my thrusting. I realised that she would not wake even from the hardest thrust. I kept at it. The feeling was amazing. My eyes still closed, picturing my baby sister. 'Would I cum from this? I thought to myself. There was not enough lubrication for my dick to slide easily back and forth under the leg.

I needed more. I wanted to fuck whoever was next to me. I slowly opened my eyes. Feeling a bit disorientated at first, I blinked a few times, trying to get the haze out of my eyes. Looking down at myself, I saw a naked form draped across me. There was a mess of hair on my chest. A leg across my dick, and an arm trapping me under her. I nudged her with my shoulder. No response. So I lifted her off of me, and pushed her gently on to her back. What lay beside me was my very naked and vulnerable mother. I took a moment to look over her face. She was sooo pretty, just lying there. Her breathing was still soft. No signs of waking up just yet. 

I was still hard. Seeing my mom like this was tempting me to just stick my dick in her pussy and pound her till she wakes up screaming. But I couldn't do that. I looked around the room and spotted my sister. She was sleeping curled up by herself in front of the fireplace. Also naked I must add. Her blemish free back was facing me. Her cute little butt glowing in the light of dawn. 'Another place to stick my dick, I thought to myself. 

Here was my family. All of us naked in our living room. How could we explain this situation to anyone? I had to be strong for them. I couldn't take advantage of their weakness at this time. Maybe it was the wine that got them naked for me last night, but they might feel differently when they wake up. I needed to take care of my girls and treat them as a good son and brother would. So got up and picked up my mom and set her little body down on the couch. I still took my time to check her body out, just in case this would be the last time I got to see her this way. Her boobs fell back on her chest as I set her down. Her delicious nipples crying out, just begging to be sucked on. Her skin was soo soft. I don't know what it is with women, but their skin is just too damn soft. I just wanted to rub my face all over body like a fucking cat. I know, yes I'm a sick fucking perv. She looked peaceful. I covered her with a thin sheet, and went over to check on my sister.

She was also purring softly, unaware of the time of day. The heat from the fireplace had her sleeping comfortably. She looked soo cute. There was no way I would have taken advantage of this cute girl in front of me. It was definitely tough to tell my dick that there would be no action this morning. I picked her up off the floor as well and set her on the love seat. She curled up and dug herself deep into the cushion, softly purring at her satisfaction of being placed on a comfortable sleeping surface. She had faced away from me, so I couldn't clearly see her boobs, but her cute little butt was facing me. I told myself to walk away and leave her in peace, but my knees gave way and I sunk down to the level of her butt. There it was, right in front of me. The cutest butt I had ever seen. Her legs were tucked up to her chest, so her little asshole was right there to be feasted on by my hungry eyes. Her pussy was too small to be seen from this angle, I could only see her outer lips. It still looked very appetizing. I moved my head even closer to her asshole, to study it in more detail. It had a sheen of wetness over it, looked like sweat. Her scent was ever present in the air as I got even closer. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. 'OHH GODDD...I thought to myself. How can a person smell soo good??' 

I hadn't even realized it, but my hand had reached my dick and was pulling on it. I had to control myself and not do this. It was not right. I had to leave the room and take a few moments to consider my actions of the previous day. I walked away towards the kitchen, but I looked back at the living room. It was a mess. A couple dresses were thrown about, panties on the floor, bottles and glasses on the coffee table. A couple naked girls on the couches. WOW. 'Pinch yourself....I told myself. And I did, and it did hurt. Fuck me I am definitely not dreaming. There was a camera also lying on the carpet next to the panties. 'Should I go pick it up and look at the pictures? I asked myself. Would it be wrong? Maybe I should just delete them and forget anything ever happened. The girls might wake up and not even know what they did last night and we could go back to being a normal family.

The latter seemed like the best choice. So I walked over to the camera and picked it up. The panties were caught on the strap. I pulled them off. They were still damp to touch. I brought them to my nose. 'FUCKK.... I groaned. They smelled like mom. I stuck my tongue out and licked at them a bit. Delicious. I took them and the camera back to the kitchen. I was damn thirsty. Since I couldn't stick my tongue in any of the pussies out there I had to satisfy my thirst with some cold water. I chugged a few glasses, leaned back against the counter and thought about what I would do next.

The camera was sitting right next to me. The events of last night were all captured on it. Hundreds of pictures, showing in detail everything that my mom and sister did as they posed for me. Would it be right to see this without them? Should I wait for them to wake up then share the pictures with them? I decided on waiting till they asked me questions about last night and then if need be I'd pull out the pictures.

My mom was not the type of person who would take off her clothes in front of anyone, let alone her own kids. She was not shy or conservative, but purposely flaunting her assets was not something I had ever seen her do. She rarely went on dates with anyone. Me and my sister were her only priority in life. My parents never got married even after they had both myself and my sister. My dad had a great career opportunity that involved a ton of travel, so shortly after my sister was born, he left. Mom never let that bother us. She was always there for us when we needed her. They had separated on amicable terms, still remaining great friends. Although we never got to see him much growing up, we knew he still loved us. He just loved his job about the same. The great thing about his job was that it paid very well. We were never short of money. His way of loving us was sending mom a great big check containing a couple commas every few months. 

My dad's name is Martin Laurent. In case you might not have heard of him, he is the CFO for a major company based out of Italy. His lifestyle involves many fancy dinners every week, a couple fine ladies after that. When you have that kind of money people throw themselves at you. It doesn't hurt that he is also a good looking man. Who do you think I get my good looks from?' 

My mom, Patricia, or Trisha as she likes to be called, had other plans for her life. She wanted to be a housewife living in Montana. Having all the money meant very little to her. We lived in a comfortable sized house. We didn't need a mansion. The money she got was almost always transferred straight away into education funds for me and Sasha. That being said, we had a great childhood, never short of anything we needed. Except for maybe the presence of a father figure. Mom could have definitely used a helping hand raising two kids, but I never saw her struggle. She was never stressed out. Always a fun companion to us. She still made time to keep herself in great shape. So you see why I couldn't disrespect her, by taking advantage of her. 

I knew that we had fucked the night before, but would she know that. Her pussy had felt great around my dick. But she had been very drunk. 'How would our lives change from this? Would I get kicked out of the house? I was lost in my thoughts. Still leaning on the counter, without any clothes on. I put my thoughts aside for a minute and went upstairs to get cleaned up. I went into the bathroom, closed the door behind me and took my morning piss and without incident this time hopped into the shower and got clean. I waited for a bit longer, expecting a knock at the door. I wanted someone to come in and see me. But there was no one.

I gave up on hopes of getting someone in the bathroom with me and dried off and headed for my bedroom. I climbed onto my bed and dove into my pillow. I needed to sleep on something softer than the living room floor. Sleep however eluded me. Guilt was the only thing on my mind. How could I go from being a normal son to fucking his mother in the matter a couple days? Did she let me or did I take advantage of her drunken state? It was also my first time entering a vagina with my penis. That soft, moist, heavenly vagina belonged to my mother. 'FUCKKK....I screamed in my head. Calling myself various names, mentally beating myself up. 'How could you fuck you own mother you fucking perv??' I asked myself. I needed some time to sort myself out.

Stirring on the couch, Mom was waking up. Stretching languidly, she was regaining consciousness. Her head felt fuzzy. Cotton balls were in her mouth. She needed water, badly. Her body was showing all the signs of a severe upcoming hangover. Groggy as hell she made her way to the kitchen. Grabbing the nearest glass she gulped down a couple glasses of cold water. Her thirst partly quenched. She still had no idea what she was doing. There was a pounding in her head that would not go down. The light was too intense even though none of the blinds were open. She needed medication, so she walked over to the cabinet with all different types of pills. With some difficulty she found the Advil bottle and popped off the safety cap and took a couple down with more water. She sat down at the table, her ass feeling the wood of the chair in a way she had never felt it before.

There was nothing in between her ass and the wood. 'I must be naked, she thought to herself. She didn't even care. She put her head down on the table and waited for the Advil to kick in and take care of her headache. It took a while but slowly and surely the medication did its job and mom was able to open her eyes a bit more. She looked down at herself and realized that indeed she was naked. Too tired to care, she walked back to the living room. What she saw surprised her even more. Her dress was lying on the floor along with her daughter's dress and panties. There were glasses and bottles on the coffee table. She picked up her dress and put it on immediately. Covering herself up, even though the dress didn't do a very good job at that. She couldn't find her panties though. 'How could I lose my panties? She thought to herself. 

Looking around led to no success. Still without panties, feeling a little ashamed, she turned her attention towards the loveseat and saw her baby girl curled up still sleeping. Her cute butt facing her in all its naked glory. For the second time in as many days she had her daughter's butt in front of her. She had an urge to just go over there and spank that perfect little butt to wake her up. 

'How did we end up naked and sleeping on the couches? She thought to herself. Where is Jason?' Did he see us naked?' OHMYGODD...What happened last night??' She couldn't remember a thing. It was like a black out period in her memory past the point of last night's dinner. She knew that Jason had gotten a camera and was going to take a few pictures of them. 'How far did the shoot go? Is that how we ended up naked? Jason wouldn't take nude pictures of his mother. She tried to console herself. She had to talk to Jason to confirm this. With all sorts of questions on her mind she dragged herself up the stairs.



Her brain still foggy she knocked at my door. I turned my head towards my door and grumbled at it. It probably didn't sound anything like 'please come on in', but mom pushed the door open and walked through into my room. I was still lying face down with nothing on. What a pretty sight I must have been to her already sore eyes.

I heard a sharp intake of breath, 'J why are you naked sweetie? Why were we all naked???'Mom asked me, her voice was still sweet as ever. No accusations were thrown at me.

'I'm too wiped out to put on my boxers mom. I think the liquor got to us pretty bad last night.' I told her with a straight face. I didn't include anything extra. 

'Ok baby, did we do anything wrong?' Mom asked.

'I don't remember much from last night mom. I just took a few pictures of you guys and you and Sasha did get a bit bold with some of your poses. Do you remember much?' I replied, hoping she would find that as an acceptable description of the previous night's events.

'No honey, I am having a tough time remembering anything at all. I was shocked to wake up naked on my couch. Sasha is also down there naked. You didn't go down there this morning did you? She might die from embarrassment after having you see her in this state, so please stay in your room till I get her dressed.' Mom told me with a slight grin.

'Ok mom, I will be up here. I don't want to see my baby sis naked anyways.' I said in a tone that would imply my disgust at such action. Even though I would have loved to go down there and spend as much time as I could get to just look at my sister's cute little body.

'Thanks babe, I will get her dressed up and take a shower. Then we can all eat some breakfast.'

I watched her back out of my door. PHEWWWW....I let out a deep sigh. I finally felt like I could breathe again. That was a tough conversation to have under any circumstance, but what made it especially tough this time was the way mom was dressed. I have no idea how words even left my mouth. In my head I was just staring at her with my jaw on the floor. The whole time she was talking to me, I was looking at how her dress was accentuating her boobs. No bra, her nipples poking out. The lace pattern on the bottom was doing nothing to hide the fact that her panties were not on her body. My dick had practically dug a hole into my mattress. I turned over and saw how angry it looked. Definitely pissed off at me for torturing it by keeping it trapped under my body weight. I said sorry to it in my mind and gave it a couple strokes to ease the pain. If anyone out there has experienced the pleasure of having your hard on trapped under you, I hope you can relate. So there I lay gently stroking my dick, all the while thanking the Lords for keeping things relatively normal with my mom and me.

Mom had headed downstairs to wake my baby sister. Sasha had not changed her position since earlier, still curled up on the loveseat. It must have been a tough decision for mom to make, waking up her baby. Mom however couldn't let Sasha sleep nude in the living room. She approached the sleeping form of my sister with stealth like caution. She placed her hand gently on her baby's back and started rubbing it in soft circles, while whispering in her ear to get her to wake up. This was not affecting Sasha at all, still deep in her slumber. 



Her motherly touches were not working, so she had to resort to more unconventional tactics. She walked over to the living room window and pulled the blinds open. Light poured in like a tsunami. Mom underestimated the power of the light on her own hung-over eyes. Blinded momentarily, she stumbled her way back to the couch to her daughter. Sasha had her head buried in the couch cushion. The light didn't affect her either, however her naked form was now fully on display for mom. Golden rays falling on her cute little body was a beautiful sight. Mom almost forgot her purpose for being down here. 'Why wake up such a beauty? She thought to herself. Looking down at her own creation, she studied her baby's body. It made her heart soar with pride, realizing that she could create such a beautiful person. 

Mom leaned down and planted kisses on her baby's exposed skin. Loving her baby. She lost count of how many kisses she had planted. Her daughter was responding to these tiny ministrations on her body. Writhing around on the couch, she seemed to be about ready to wake. Sasha stretched her limbs like a cat. Turning onto her back, her pretty little boobs now exposed. Pretty pink nipples, looking extra delicious in the golden light. Further down her body, her cute little pussy, the puffy lips were begging for attention. Mom wanted nothing more than to lean down and take one of her pretty nipples into her mouth. 'What the hell are you doing? Mom asked herself. 'How can you even think of such things? She's your baby for Christ's sakes.' 

Sasha's eyes were fluttering open, adjusting themselves to the sunlight. 'Mmmmm...Mommy, I feel soo groggy', she groaned. Her mouth also dry as a desert.

'I know baby, you need to get up and I will bring you some water and Advil', mom told her sweetly. 

'Ok mommy, are we still taking pictures for Jason?' Sasha asked looking over at her mom, who was still dressed up in her black dress. 

'No sweetie, its already morning, we are all done with the pictures for now. I had nothing else to wear this morning when I woke up, so I had to put this dress on', mom replied. 




Innocence Ch. 02



'You still look very sexy mommy', Sasha said with a growl in her voice. Mom blushed and smacked her on her arm. 'Baby you need to put some clothes on before your brother decides to come down here and sees you like this!' Sasha looked down at herself for the first time since waking up, realizing she had her fully nude body on display for her mom to see. She groaned inwardly, embarrassed at being caught in the nude again by her mother.

'Mommy where are my clothes?? She whined. 

'They are on the floor over there sweetie', mom directed her baby's attention to the mess littering the living room. 

'OH Godd mommy, what did we do last night? I feel like my head is about to blow up', Sasha groaned, clutching at her head.

'I don't know either baby, let me get you some pills and we can clean ourselves up and figure out what we did later', mom said soothingly as she got up and went over to grab the Advil. 

Few minutes after taking the medication, Sasha was finally feeling a bit better. 

'Mommy we should never drink that much wine ever again', she said grumpily. Mom just laughed and told her to suck it up. 'Hang overs are a part of life', she said wisely. Sasha was still sitting on the couch naked. Mom trying not to look directly her daughter, but still managing to see everything. 

'Baby you want to grab a shower first or should I?' 

'Mommy can I join you? I'm too tired to clean myself up properly'. Sasha said in her cute voice.

'Ok baby I can help you clean up. Let's go, I'm feeling sticky everywhere.'

Mom grabbed Sasha by the hand and led her into the upstairs bathroom. Mom needed to pee, so she sat down and let out a sigh and a nice stream into the bowl. 

'Baby hop in the shower and turn on the water for us', mom said sitting on the toilet, her dress bunched up around her hips. Sasha walked her cute butt into the shower and turned on the water and stood underneath it, her skin soaking up the water like a sponge. If ya'll didn't already know alcohol can lead to severe dehydration. As the water cascaded over her tight little body, she began to wake up more and more. Mom was watching this sight still sitting on the toilet. Her pee had long been over. She couldn't make herself get up, just entranced by the sight of her baby in the shower. Sasha's hair was wet. Her pretty boobs had droplets of water on them, her skin was covered in millions of goose bumps.

'Mommy get in here and help me out', Sasha said finally pulling mom out of her trance. 

Mom made the effort of getting off of the toilet. She pulled her dress off. Now just as naked as her daughter, she climbed into the shower. What a sight this must have been! Mom walked over to her baby and got under the water. She felt the warm water flowing over her body and almost had a tiny orgasm from it. Her body loved it. Sasha was looking at her mother's naked body and admiring every soft curve. She couldn't resist herself and pulled her mom into a tight hug. Their slippery boobs came together in wet kiss. Nipples brushing against each other.

'Mommy you look soo sexy right now', Sasha whispered in mom's ear. Mom hadn't expected such contact. She was feeling her baby's stiff nipples pressing into her own. The sensation was driving her pussy crazy. She began to secrete fluids that flooded her pussy, dripping down her leg. Unnoticed by her daughter, as it probably resembled the water from the shower.

'Baby we shouldn't be hugging like this', mom said cautiously, not wanting to hurt her daughter's feelings. 

'Mommy I love being so close to you. You feel soo good against me', Sasha again whispered softly in mom's ear, clutching mom even harder. This whispering was making mom shiver in her baby's arms. 

Mom pulled away from her daughter's grasp and held her at arm's length. Unable to keep her eyes off of her daughter's sweet little body.

'Baby let me get you cleaned up. I have to get breakfast started.' With that mom grabbed some soap and started to apply it gently over Sasha's arms. Slowly inching her way up from her baby's slender fingers to her shoulders. She got to her chest and still rubbing in gentle circles she covered Sasha's chest with soap, letting it run down her cute little breasts. Mom skipped applying the soap directly onto her boobs and continued on with the rest of Sash's body, soaping up her toned belly. 

Then she got on her knees and right in front of her eyes was the tiny little sex of her baby. The pussy lips so nice and soft. They were completely smooth and almost looked like she had never had any hair on there yet. Mom was enchanted by the sight, now carelessly applying the soap on Sasha's upper thighs. She couldn't look at anything else. Her mind was telling her to just stick her tongue on those sweet lips and make the most of this situation.

'Mommy are you finished with my legs yet?' Sasha asked still a bit foggy in her mind, she was almost like a zombie, aware of what was happening yet numb to the world. 

'Yeah baby, turn around for me and I'll do your back', mom replied, her voice a bit hoarse. Sasha turned around and now her cute little butt was in mom's face. 'Bite it... lick it....kiss it....squeeze it....do something to it... a voice was telling mom in her head.

Mom remained focused however on the task at hand soaped up the back of Sasha's legs. Softly making her way up to the little cushions. She couldn't help herself and just had to grab those smooth cheeks. 'Mmmmmmm...she heard a growl from her daughter's throat. Now she was not going to miss this opportunity to fondle her baby's cute little butt. Her hands dug into the soft cheeks and pulled on them, spreading them wide. Jiggling them and squishing them. They were soo fun to play with. She could do anything she wanted them and they would gladly accept the attention. Pulling them apart again, mom saw something that took her breath away for a second. The tiny little star of her baby's asshole. She had seen it before but never this close up. It was right there in her face. Her tongue had snuck out of her mouth and was on its way to a target that should never be reached by a mother's tongue. Sasha's asshole was just craving some attention. It needed to be licked and mom's tongue wanted to do the honors. 

I was still lying in my bed, wondering how long it would be till the girls figured out what had happened the night before. I was waiting for them to come yelling at me or even worse, report me to the cops for sexual abuse. Maybe I raped her. I did provide them with alcohol and then took advantage of an obviously intoxicated female. The female being my mom would probably add another charge. She never said no, but does that mean that she wanted her son to fuck her? Maybe she did...maybe mom has some fantasies of her own. It did feel great and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to put my dick back in her heavenly pussy. For now I wanted to get up and out my bed and have some food. 

I got up and put on my boxers and headed for the bathroom. Wanting to take a quick piss I knocked on the door and asked to be let in. No response was received so I turned the door knob and walked in. Our bathroom is set up in a way that every aspect of the room is visible as you walk in. The shower has a glass enclosure which usually gets fogged up when someone is using it. It was pretty foggy at the moment I walked in. Even through the fog I could make out two bodies. One was kneeling and another was standing very close to the other. Since no one else lived in the house I was certain that mom and Sasha were in there together. 'Does this mean that they knew what had happened last night? Why were they naked in the shower together? Questions were flooding my mind. They must be comfortable enough around each other that showering together must be no problem for them. The last time I'd seen both of them in the shower together was when Sasha was still a child. Now at this age, with her sexy little body I couldn't imagine her showering with mom, and yet here they were. Maybe being that they were both girls made it seem ok for them to be in there together. 

My pissing had to wait. I needed to know why mom and Sasha were in the shower together. I walked up to the shower door and tried to peek in. No luck doing that, the steam was not that easy to see through. I looked at the door and pulled it open slightly to see if could get a good look at what was happening inside.

OH MY GOD. 

My eyes opened as wide as they could to take in the scene in front of them. Mom was on her knees. Her hands full of Sasha's cute little butt cheeks, spreading them wide apart. Her soft pink tongue teasingly out of her mouth and almost close to touching Sasha's pretty little asshole. I tried not to make a sound but my gasp was so loud I didn't even realize I did it. It didn't go unheard by the two of them and their head swiveled around and both looked at me. Mom was unsure of what to say, her tongue still hanging out. Sasha was just looking at me, no expression. Maybe a hint of a smile on her face. I was not expecting this. Mom was not expecting me. Neither of us could speak. 

Sasha's ass was still spread open. Her cute little asshole peeking out. Mom didn't want to let those soft cheeks go. 

'Mom... should I leave you guys alone for a bit? I asked. I didn't really want to leave, secretly hoping that I'd get to join the shower.

'Ummm...honey it's not what it looks like...I was just helping Sasha get cleaned up... Mom was mumbling, her face turning all kinds of pink. I kept looking on to that magnificent specimen of ass in front of me. Mom's smooth velvety tongue had almost been buried in those soft cheeks. They were still spread apart, mom was reluctant to let them go.

'Mommy... am I clean back there?' Sasha asked, looking down with her smoky eyes at her mother who was still on her knees face leveled with her butt. 

'Yes baby, lets rinse you off and then I can clean myself up. Jason honey, please give us a few minutes in here. You shouldn't be in here baby. I will cook us some breakfast right after we finish up.' Mom said sweetly.

'Ok mom, let me take a quick pee and I'll leave', I said taking one last look at my girls and went over and took my pee.

Mom let the water run over Sasha's body rinsing off all the soap. Her baby was now clean. She softly patted her butt and got her to move out of the way so she could clean herself up. Mom grabbed the soap and lathered up her front, rubbing it smoothly over her soft boobs. Lower down to her pussy, she made sure to clean herself well. 

'Mommy...let me help wash your back. It will be easy since I'm already here', Sasha said, grabbing the soap from her mom's hand. She started applying the soap from mom's neck, gently making her way down the slope of her back. As she reached mom's ass, she squatted down and began to massage in the soap over the smooth cheeks. Mom's ass was soo plump and juicy. It jiggled with every touch. Sasha couldn't resist herself and leaned towards the right cheek and planted a firm couple kisses on it, making mom shiver. 

'OoooH Baby you shouldn't be doing that to your mother', mom said with a growl in her voice. Sasha ignored her mom's half-hearted plea to get her to stop loving on her ass and proceeded on to the other cheek. Now allowing her tongue to sneak out she licked from the bottom of the soft cheek to the top, then giving a gentle nip with her little teeth. Mom gave a startled yelp at the feeling. Sasha was not satisfied with just this. She took hold of one cheek in each hand and pulled them to apart, exposing mom's cute little asshole. That pink little bud that was nestled beautifully between those cheeks was now right in Sasha's face. 

She didn't have the same resolve as her mother. Her mind told her to do something and she did it, no matter how wrong it may seem. Now staring at that cute star, her little tongue made its way out and licked right at it. Tasting a new flavour, it was sweet, tart and a bit soapy. She loved it. 

'Baby please...just clean me up and let's get out of here', mom moaned.

Sasha took a second to pull her face out of her mom's ass cheeks to respond, 'Mommy, I am cleaning you up. You are going to be super clean back here. I really wish you had done this to me.' With that said Sasha went right back in, smothering her face in those soft cheeks. 

'Oh honey....this is not right. You can't be licking me back there', mom said but did nothing to get away from her daughter's cute little invading tongue. Sasha was getting into this, never having done anything like this she didn't know what this would lead to. Her mom's pussy was just inches away. The same pussy that she came from was now within reach of her little tongue. 



Mom groaned, accepting this new feeling. She had never experienced a tongue on her asshole before. It was making her pussy soo wet, practically dripping down her legs. That sweet juice was all washing down the drain with the water from the shower. She wanted to touch herself. Looking down she realized her hands were already occupied. She was mauling her own boobs, squeezing them roughly. Depravity. 'How can a mother and daughter end up in a situation like this? she thought to herself. My baby has her face all up in my ass, her tongue is in my asshole, and I am enjoying this too much to make it stop.' Mom adjusted her footing in the shower which caused her to stick her sweet ass even more firmly on her baby's face. Sasha took this opportunity to sneak her tongue lower. 'Mmmmmmgg, she growled, her voice vibrating her mom's pussy. She had just tasted her mother's juice. It was heavenly, amazingly sweet. She needed more. 

Sasha pushed her head further into her mom's ass and latched her mouth onto her mom's pussy. She began sucking on it. Taking those little lips between her own little lips, she took all of her mom's sweet pussy in her mouth. Her tongue reached out and sunk into the hole. The taste was overwhelming. She had never tasted anything like that before. The soft walls of her mom's pussy clenched around her invading tongue, trying to suck it in deeper.

'Ohmygod babe...please don't stop licking me. I'm going to cum any second now. Mom said giving up any hopes of ever going back to having a normal relationship with her daughter. OHHH GODDD...IM CUMMING...IM CUMMING SOO HARD...' Mom's pussy blew up. Sasha tongue was squeezed with immense pressure from those soft walls. There was flood of thick juice flowing on her tongue. She kept her mouth sealed on her mom's whole pussy, not letting any of the cum flow from her mouth. Drinking it straight from the fountain, it was too good for words. 

Sasha didn't let up even after hearing her mom's pleas for her to let go. She kept a tight seal on her mom's pussy, her tongue licking at every inch it could reach. Capturing every single drop of her mom's juice. Her nose was buried in her asshole. Her face was smothered by her mother's ass cheeks. Her licking was relentless. She was not going to stop. She was in a zone where she couldn't hear her mother's screams as many simultaneous climaxes were reached.

Mom's knees were going weak. She had suffered through multiple orgasms. Her head was spinning. She couldn't hold herself up anymore and slid down the shower wall on to her hands and knees. This position was even worse for her. Her baby was munching away at her abused pussy. Her ass was spread wide. Her pussy was extremely sensitive at the moment. Every few seconds she would climax. The pleasure was turning into pain, and yet the pain was somehow pleasurable. She couldn't make this stop. 

Her arms had no energy left in them. Fully drained, she was like a rag doll. Anything could have been done to her body and she would have just had to accept it. Her baby's tongue was now going back to her asshole. Driving it in there, almost fucking her ass with her cute little tongue. 

Sasha had never been with another girl before. Now in the shower with her mother, she had her on all fours and unable to move. She took a moment to consider what she was actually doing. Pulling her head out of her mom's ass she looked down at her mom's body which was shaking uncontrollably. 

'Ohmygod mommy...are you ok??' she asked concerned. Mom took the opportunity and collapsed on the shower floor and curled herself into a ball. Sasha was now getting worried at her mom's state. Never having seen a post orgasmic woman before, she was panicking. 

'JASON can you come in here please???' She called out. 

I was in the living room, when I heard my sister calling out to me. By the location of her voice, it sounded like it came from the bathroom. I immediately headed up the stairs and busted into the bathroom. 

'Jason we are in the shower!' I heard Sasha. I went over quickly to the shower door and pulled it open wide.

What I saw in front of my eyes was............





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Innocence Ch. 03



Chapter Three The Home Depot, Weeks later

Several weeks later I came home to find the lawn freshly mowed. I wondered about this since mowing is one of my least favorite chores.

Patti met me at the door with a big smile, "What do you think?" she said sweeping her arm indicating the lawn.

"Looks great," I replied, hugging her around the waist, feeling her soft and firm body.

"Do you remember the kids that helped with the luggage at the airport, the last time you flew back from Oakland?" she asked.

"Yeah I remember them, the high school boys," I answered, at the same time thinking, "how could I forget that night."

"Well this morning they came riding down the street while I was out at the mailbox, when I recognized them, I invited them in for that coke I promised them for their help. Anyway, while we were talking, Jeremy, the taller boy said they could use the money if I would let them do yard work for us".

"I didn't know what to offer to pay, but they offered to take care of the yard and pool for fifty dollars a month."

I could not believe what I was hearing, this time of year; I had to mow at least once a week sometimes twice, to stay ahead of the sod we had put in last year.

"That's cheap," I said.

"I know" Patti replied, "I told them they could use the pool since they were such a bargain," she continued.

"I hope its ok with you, Hon, I can afford the money from my household budget," she continued.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart", I replied, "I think you made a super deal, now with the bulk of the yard work taken care of we can spend more time on the special garden you have been wanting".

"Oh Hon, she exclaimed, "I was hoping you would agree, I've already started planning."

"Can we go to the nursery this evening?" she asked 

"Sure we can sweetheart, do you want to go right now?"

"Well, why don't we go for dinner too, I'll go up and change", with that she turned and went inside, I heard her quick steps on the stairs, she is like a little girl sometimes the way she gets excited..

I fixed us a drink, took hers upstairs to her, and left it on the counter in the bathroom, she was already in the shower. I lingered for a few seconds, admiring her silhouette through the steamy glass.

I returned to the den and sat down at the bar relax while I waited.

I finished my drink, and was making both of us a second, when I heard the door of our bedroom open.

I turned when I heard her on the stairs. She had changed into one my favorite outfits, a light green dress. The strong drink I had left for her must have influenced her decision on the dress because I usually have to beg her to wear this one.

This dress is fashioned from a lightweight silk and cotton blend, with the little puff sleeves, it never slips off her shoulders. It has a drawstring running along the top edge all the way around, front to back.

She wears it with the drawstring tied in a bow that creates a low scoop neck in front and a plunge in the back.

The way the strings stop in front causes a keyhole shaped opening between her breasts.

The key hole is just large enough to see the swell of her breast on either side.

The dress is not too revealing but the way it takes shape when she has it on is amazing.

The hemline is only three or four inches above her knees so it is not too short to wear for shopping or going out and you have to look close to see her breasts swelling in the small keyhole opening.

I love to be around her with it on though, when she leans forward, the weight of the drawstring and bow knot causes the scoop neck to open. I love to watch her breast inside. I do not think she knows I can see both her nipples when she leans over.

I will never let on because I am afraid she might stop wearing it. As I said, it is one of my favorites.

This evening I can she is not wearing a bra, she never does with this dress, and I think she worries that the bra will show at the shoulders and the little hole in front.

She has put on stockings and heels, and pulled her hair up, she looks delicious.

"You look gorgeous" I say as she takes the drink that I have fixed her.

"This is good," she says as she sips her drink. We sit for several minutes enjoying this quiet cocktail time and relaxing.

"Do you want a roadie?" I ask moving to the bar.

"That sounds great" she answers, standing and coming across the room.

As she picks her purse up from the ottoman, I get a glimpse of her firm breast; I can see her nipples, soft and dusky pink. I can feel myself stirring even more than the drink.

I take her hand and we head out for the evening, first we are going to the Home depot and later to dinner at a little Italian place that we both enjoy.

I watch the dress move gently from side to side, as she walks ahead of me, her legs are long and firm, perfectly shaped.

I open the car door for her as usual and receive a visual treat as she demurely lifts her legs and swings them into the car. Just for an instant, her hem lifts before she unconsciously smooths it down.

I hand her the drink and she takes a sip, "This is new, what is it?" she asks.

"It's called Long Island tea, I reply. She takes another sip and smiles. "I brought a thermos in case you liked it." I say.

"This is good, I was thirsty for something light like this." she says, taking another long sip.

The Garden Center;

I am enjoying time with her as usual. I still love the way she dives right into something new and I know she has been planning this garden near the pool for several months.

When we get to the Home Depot, we walk in together but I let her go on to the garden center while I head for the tool section to see what is on sale.

After spending a while in the tools, I head over to the other side of the store, looking for my wife.

A new model lawnmower catches my attention before I make it out to the plant section.

After several more minutes, I walk out into the live plants, looking for Patti.

I finally spot her, she has two of the nurserymen helping her put plants on a flat cart. I can tell the drinks have had an effect, she is flirting with the guys as they help her pick out and load the plants on the cart.

I step quickly into the aisle next to them, I want to see how much she is playing and flirting with these guys. It is unusual for her to be shopping with a good buzz from the alcohol.

I watch through the boxes on the rack separating us. "Spying again," I reprimand myself.

I watch as she tells them exactly which plant she wants and exactly how she wants it placed on the cart.

I watch as she bends forward to reposition a shrub. I can see the man is looking down the front of her dress, at the same time; the kid helping is looking up her dress from behind. They are working on both sides.

As I watch, there is a silent communication between them. They are following her instructions but purposely being slow so that she keeps helping them and in doing so, they are enjoying my favorite dress.

True to tradition, the alcohol has put her into a mood so she is letting them see more than normal, and her grin tells me that she loves the attention. She doesn't know how much she is showing, and I don't think she realizes that they are playing her from both sides.

I move closer to get a better view and try to hear the conversation.

I get closer still but still cannot make out the words. As I peer through a stand of small trees, I see her repositioning a shrub on the cart and from ten feet away, I can clearly see that the man helping her has a perfect view of her breast and nipples, he can probably see all the way to her firm stomach from where he is standing.

He moves the shrub and she bends to move it back explaining that if they will listen they can load more of the shrubs on one cart. She pouts playfully.

I back quickly out of my hiding place and walk all the way around so I can watch from another angle.

As I pretend to read directions on a low box of plant mix, I position myself behind Patti.

As I watch, she bends and stretches to reposition another plant on her flat trolley cart.

I see that she glances up and looks at the reflection in the glass beyond and sees the men looking at her legs from behind her. She does know what they are doing.

She straightens and hangs her purse on the handle of the cart. Then steps forward a little, widening her stance and bends from the waist again, this time displaying even more of her beautiful legs to the men helping her.

She glances at the reflection and a small smile quickly passes over her face as she sees how much the men are watching.

The men are definitely watching, it is a wonder they are not drooling all over themselves. The bulges in their pants are a sure giveaway as to their interest.

The middle age man especially, each time she turns back to choosing the next plant, I see him grin at the kid helping him, both are enjoying this whole thing.

I quietly work my way down the aisle next to them, separated by a variety of sapling trees.

I need to work around to the aisle on the other side to keep an eye on them.

By the time, I have accomplished this there is a third Salesperson helping!

The third man ask if she will need any help planting this load of plants, He and Charlie, he indicates the older man, do a lot of work on the side.

He says they are off three mornings a week because they have to stay late to help close the store.

Patti says that is a great idea and digs in her purse for paper and pen. They exchange names and phone numbers.

Patti asks if she will need fertilizer or anything to use while planting.

John says they have some root builder on the next aisle that He and Charlie like to use.

They roll the cart around the aisle to the other side, causing me to make a quick retreat and reposition my self. I am glad we have come late, there are no other customers around this late.

I moved, and watch them roll along the aisle where I had been. They stop about half way down and John begins a spiel about the different products, finally explaining which one he thinks works best.

Patti asks about the ingredients and he pulls one of the rolling ladder contraptions to a section with several rows of boxes up high. He climbs up the ladder, picks up different boxes, and calls their name.

Patti again asks about the ingredients. John says he needs glasses to read the small print and suggest she come up and read for herself

The older man comments that customers are not supposed to use the ladders but John interrupts him, saying that the store is closing and the garden center is empty except for them, there's no harm. Charlie the older guy shrugs and steps aside for Patti to climb the ladder.

Even though he had protested, he has a strong grip on the base of the ladder as he watches my wife climb the steps.

The higher she goes the better his view of first her smooth thighs and as she nears the top, even I can see the shapely curve of her bottom, I can see her thigh high stockings the creamy white skin above them and the sexy lace along the legs of her panties.

As she reaches the top, she gives a shudder and says heights make her nervous. John volunteers to steady her and places a hand on each side of her slim waist.

John hands her the first box with one hand then puts his hand back at her side.

She carefully reads the contents, then places the box back and chooses another.

As she reaches for the second box, she has to move more in front of John. He reaches around her and lightly presses himself against her.

She does not acknowledge anything unusual, but straightens and reads the second box.

When she finishes this one, she has to bend further for the third and rather than extend his arms to allow her movement, it looks like John actually presses against her as she bends and reaches for the box.

I fully expect her to react to this obvious advance but she acts as if she doesn't even notice. The alcohol must be having a strong effect.

Patti reads this box, on the shelf rather that picking it up keeping the contact for a minute or so.

As she reads, she asks a question, John reaches across her shoulder to point out something on the label, and I watch as he presses himself harder against Patti.

Needing help to read the labels, was an obvious ploy.

The two men below are not only looking up her dress but also watching their buddy pressing himself against her.

Finally, she settles for the second box she had read. My own erection is straining my pants as I fight my emotions.

On one hand, I am angry because of the way Patti has let these men watch. She even let one of them press himself against her.

My arousal is stronger than my anger, though as I feel my hardness. This is quite a surprise and causes me internal confusion.

The two men on the ground continue to stare as she climbs down the ladder.

John, the man who brought up the offer to work for her, asks what mornings are best for her.

Patti replies that she is home most mornings, and comments that the plants need to be in the ground in the next couple of days.

They agree on Monday morning at about 9AM.

I have finally faced up to something that has been right in front of me for years.

My normally conservative wife is actually an exhibitionist. Something I never realized all these years. I believe she loves doing this kind of thing.

I decide to put a stop to this before it gets out of hand. I call out loudly before approaching.

The store workers are disappointed at my arrival but we go ahead and check out, turning down an offer of help in loading the plants.

In the car, she giggles and says "Those guys were really helpful in there, I think they were trying to look up my dress."

"Can you blame them? You are beautiful and look exceptional tonight."

She finishes off her drink, reaches behind the seat for the thermos, and tops both our glasses off.

"This tea is really good, Hon, It doesn't taste very strong but I am feeling a little buzzed."

"Me too, we may have to call a taxi before the evening is over. Are you ready for Louigi's?" I ask.

"Yes, let's go." She says and giggles again

To Be Continued..



Innocence Ch. 04



Chapter Four

Louigi's Restaurant

After loading our purchases, we leave the large store to go out for dinner as planned.

We continue to the little restaurant on 5th street. It is a great restaurant and we come here frequently.

Patti is being playful, joking about the men at the store. "They think I am pretty," she says giggling.

"Well, they are entirely correct, you are pretty, and sexy too!" I reply as we get out of the car at the restaurant. She struts ahead of me and flips her hem up at me in a playful way.

Louigi's is on the third floor of an old down town building, the entrance is by way of the original fire escape, the stairs are three flights with landings at each level.

The landings have had urns added for smokers so there are usually people standing around smoking at each level.

I follow Patti up the steps and cannot help but notice the way her hem bounces as she almost hops from one to the next. She stops every step or two, twirling and still talking about her plans for the new garden.

Several of the male patrons have taken note of us as we passed each landing. I don't blame them, they caught a very quick glimpse of her great legs, and I'm sure they wished for more.

When we get inside, the hostess tells us there will be a twenty-minute wait for a table so we have a drink in the bar.

Patti asks if we can go outside for a smoke and I agree wanting a cigarette myself, so we take our drinks out on the landing and enjoy the warm night.

Standing at the railing, Patti is watching the sky, commenting on the number of planes tonight and wondering where they are all going. I am looking over the edge at a couple on the landing below us.

The couple is embracing and the woman has her head rested on the man's shoulder. The man is looking up at the stars until Patti lifts her leg to the lower rail as she relaxes against it.

Now the man is looking at Patti and I wonder if she is making too much of a display. I return my attention to her as she turns back to me and lifts her arms around my neck.

In the back ground, I hear footsteps coming up the steps and hear a woman say "Stop that", I look down as she hits her companion in the shoulder, realizing that as Patti raised her arms for an embrace, she also raised her hem and it definitely caught the man's attention.

I wonder if she does all these things on purpose, her timing always seems to be just right to present someone with a quick glimpse of her beautiful body.

Am I crazy or overly suspicious, with my preoccupation with her actions? I don't know, but the mixture of emotions is strong.

We don't talk about it specifically, but I think she suspects that it turns me on.

In addition, it really turns her on, especially when she drinks. The more she drinks, the more restless she becomes. The more restless she gets the more she enjoys teasing other men, which turns her on even more, which means great sex for me.

I use the term restless because she seems to be in an almost nervous state. I can almost feel her energy when the urge begins. She looks relaxed, but the restlessness is almost palpable.

The hostess calls our name, putting a stop to my thoughts.

We go in and have a wonderful dinner, Patti is exuberant, talking about her garden plans. She also has the giggles, her playfulness is almost child like. I am caught up in her excitement and the meal and time together is wonderful.

As we leave, Patti points out a couple walking out ahead of us and says the man has been looking at her all evening.

She asks if it's ok to play with his head and I reply that it sounds like fun. She takes my hand and leads me outside, pausing on the main entrance landing near the railing. In a conspiratorial tone, she says, "Watch this."

With that she reaches as high as she can, up on her tiptoes and puts her arms around my neck, I watch the couple as the round the turn below us and the man almost stops in his tracks, looking up at us.

Patti asks, "Is he looking?", "Absolutely Hon, you have his full attention" I reply.

I watch as the man misses the next tread and almost falls down the stairs. His Wife or girl friend is whacking him anyway. I hear her say, "Harold, you have been looking at that poor woman all night, it would serve you right if you broke a leg." Then she whacks him again and continues down, ahead of him in a huff.

Patti heard it all and giggles like a little girl.

"That will teach him to look up a girls dress." She says laughing. As we start down to the car.

This has been another crazy evening, I guess that is why we are so good for one another, and she adds excitement to my life, even if it keeps me off balance.

I know that I must watch over her, hopefully this is just a phase she is going through, because of our age and the sexuality we enjoy.

I still need to make sure she doesn't get carried away, and place us in a difficult situation.

I am a worrier and always have been. I need to lighten up as Patti tells me all the time. Her spirited giggling draws my attention again, this time I have no idea what is going through her pretty head.

She is not stupid by a long shot; her innate intelligence is what allows her the position with Robinson House, the publishers.

Her gift for editing is respected so much that they don't require her to be at her office unless it is to meet a client, all of her work is done at home, and her salary rivals my income. She is definitely not stupid.

I mentally poke myself to get rid of the worrisome thoughts and back to enjoying spending the evening with her.

I never know what is coming next.

We drive through downtown and I see one of our old hangouts, O'Malley's, man has it changed.

To Be Continued...



Innocence Ch. 05



Chapter Five

Out on the Town after dinner

Driving through the downtown area we pass O'Malley's. The bright lights outside are harsh and garish. Just seeing the sign brings back memories.

The bar has done well and now takes up an entire downtown block. From the people I can see, the patronage is more upscale than when we were just out of college.

Pointing to the Bar, Patti asks, "Do you remember how we used to hang out here when we were dating?"

"Those were some fun times!" I readily agree, remembering all the drunken parties.

"Why don't we stop and see how much it has changed, we might see someone we know, what do you say, Hon?" she asks excitedly.

"It's pretty late." I reply.

"Don't be a spoil sport, you're the one who always says never waste a good buzz," she fires back with a grin.

"Ok, let me find a parking space and we'll go in, have a drink, and check it out" 

I circle the block two or three times but there is no parking space available.

Patti says, "Why don't we splurge and use the valet, I saw a sign back there last time we went by."

I circle once more then pull up to the front for the valet parking.

A neatly dressed young man comes out quickly to get the door for Patti, and she gives him a big smile and friendly hello as she gets out of the car. 

As he drives away, I again appreciate how beautiful Patti is, she still turns heads, standing there at the curb.

I swat her gently on the butt as we walk toward the door. "I saw you flirting with that young man."

"I wasn't flirting, he was flirting. I think he was looking at my legs. All I did was smile" she replies with a devilish grin.

I swat her again and she leans back against me. "You are going to get in trouble if you keep teasing me," she whispers huskily.

The music is booming inside, Patti follows me to the bar to get us a drink, and then we begin to explore the place. There has been a lot of change in the last ten years. The crowd is a throbbing mass of people; it is like squeezing through a human herd, constantly moving and swaying to the booming music.

There are three main areas separate from one another; each has a live band playing a different style of music. It is almost deafening as you go from one large room to another but once inside each room, the different music can still be enjoyed easily.

We end up drifting toward the back where a woman is singing blues with a three-man band accompanying her. Each separate area has two sets of doors like an airlock to separate the sound.

After standing for a few minutes, we finally catch a booth and sit down. The music is fantastic, the woman has a great voice, and we dance to several of the slow songs. Patti has become very romantic, she holds me tight and rubs her body against mine while dancing and clings tightly even as we walk back to our seat.

When the singer announces she is taking a break and will be back in fifteen or twenty minutes, Patti excuses her self to the ladies' room. I watch her sweet form as she walks away from the table. In seconds she is swallowed by the crowd.

I sip on my drink and look around at all the people, there are at least a hundred people in this one Blues room. Most are our age or younger, I don't feel out of place at all. Maybe we should have come back to this place before tonight.

I spot Patti making her way back across the room. Heads are turning as she squeezes through the crowd.

"It's crazy in here," she says breathlessly, "I have never had so many hands helping me get through a crowd." She says with a mischievous grin.

"You are just, loving this aren't you?" I ask.

"Well, it's a lot different from college days; even the women get fresh now." I get another wicked little grin.

Patti changes the subject, "I saw an awesome game room. You need to check it out. It's just beyond the rest rooms. The equipment looks really sophisticated."

"I have never been to an 'Over twenty-one' game room in a nightclub. Sounds interesting, I'm surprised one of the guys at work hasn't mentioned it. "You want to join me?"

When she leans over to pick up her purse, I swat her sweet rear again. This time she turns and gives me a sultry look before starting out ahead of me, in seconds we are separated and I just catch occasional glimpses of her ahead of me.

When I catch up one the other side of the room, she pulls my head down and whispers, "I love the way you keep grabbing my ass and spanking me. Are you trying to make me be a bad girl tonight?"

She swishes away before I can comment.

The game room is amazing When we first walk in it looks like some kind of futuristic furniture showroom. There are several areas set up with sofas and chairs and huge LCD screens for people to watch the games being played.

We stroll around the room looking and occasionally stopping to watch what people are playing. This is the most elaborate set-up I have seen.

A pretty waitress brings us another round of drinks and we drift apart to enjoy some of the electronics.

I get engrossed in a virtual reality RPG that is quite sophisticated, "I need to get Patti to try this," I think, exiting the small cubicle. Each RPG machine has an enclosed booth for two players to operate the machine by way of a console.

After about fifteen minutes, the waitress finds me with another drink; I ask if she has seen my wife.

She grins at me and says, "She is having a ball, isn't she? Check out the NASCAR section, I just took her a drink in there." The girl points to a double door that I had not noticed before. The doors are closed but has NASCAR lettered across them.

I pay her for the drinks and walk over to this previously unnoticed section of the game room.

There is a double set of doors. Opening the second set of doors, there is an immediate blast of sound, the noise of racing cars and crowds screaming in the background.

Quite a soundproofing job I think entering the large room.

This room is approximately 75' by 100' long and has low ceilings with two rows of cubicles lined up along a lower area between them.

The array is set up so that players can race against themselves, or flip a switch and be in a queue to start a race with any of the other players in separate cubicles. Each cubicle has six comfortable seats for the people watching.

Once there are more than three players ready to race, the electronic controller, lines them up and they are racing on the same track in real time. It is amazing. They can have multiple races going on at the same time and spectators can move around and watch different races.

I walk slowly from one to another checking them out. In each cubicle, there is a single row of six seats along a railing looking over into a long pit where the actual cars are. The spectators can see the driver in the pit about six feet below them. There is a huge LCD screen that shows a split view, one side from the cockpit of the racecars, the other shows the race track.

The cars are set up on a base that turns and tilts based on the maneuvers of the driver. When a driver goes into a curve, too fast the car literally fishtails out to the side. There is a lot of machinery working together to make this feel as real as possible. I watch as one driver looses control and crashes, the car violently bucks up and down as well as side to side.

The front and rear of the car raises or lowers to simulate acceleration or braking and they lean when they go into curves.

This is the most realistic set-up I have seen, recognizing some of the same technology we use in our business.

The drivers are equipped with a helmet and face shield, and even have a communication system that allows them to talk to the other drivers in the race.

The audio allows the onlookers to hear the conversations between drivers as well as communication from each driver's pit crew which at first I think is simulated. Then I realize that in the cubicles across the way, people are playing the game by managing the different car's strategy, pit stops, fuel and tire wear.

Watching the big screen, it takes me several minutes to see that Patti is in the current race with three other participants, one is female, and the other two are guys.

Patti's Pit boss is a man, but I haven't figured out how to tell which person is in which cubicle over there.

I make my way down the row, peeking into each cubicle. About three quarters way down the middle aisle, I find her and work my way over to a seat so I can watch the race.

Patti is in one of the race cars, with helmet and face shield on, it looks like she is really into this.

She is aggressively driving and seems to have teamed up with a girl in another car. They help each other against the two guys they are racing.

The picture on the screen is so realistic that I am captured watching the race. She is holding her own, ahead of both the men, and keeps changing positions with the girl she has teamed up with.

Behind me, I hear a man speak into a small two-way saying that his driver has to make a pit-stop because the tread life on his tires is almost used up. He then steps out of the room.

As soon as he says this, another voice comes on and tells the others that car 22 is pitting, if they need a stop this would be a good time.

From the speakers we all hear the people talking over the system saying that they will be stopping for tires.

The announcer also reminds them that their positions will be maintained and that the stop will be about 15 minutes because they need to reset some of the computers.

The light is very dim where the participants are in their simulators but the huge screen illuminates the simulated racecars.

Patti is strapped into the machine; the straps of the safety harness have her dress pulled way up. The smooth skin of her thighs covered in sheer stockings is clearly visible to all of the spectators. 

I stop watching the screen and watch my pretty wife control the car as she smoothly brings it off the track.

When the screen stops moving I can see her visibly relax and slump a little, the tenseness of this race must seem real.

The cars have no sides, only a seat with a five-point harness, steering wheel, clutch brake and accelerator pedals, and a digital dashboard. All of the hydraulics and mechanisms are exposed except for the rounded hump which runs under the seat from rear to front.

The men start helping with the buckles and clips of the harness to let her out of the machine.

There is a large clock visible overhead counting down the time until start-up.

Her dress is in disarray she has tucked the front hem under because they use a realistic five-point harness that includes one strap between the legs.

I can see that the strap that comes from under the front of the seat has pinned her dress way up on her legs and the crisscross of the upper part of the harness has pull the dress so tight that her firm breast are straining against the thin material.

I am momentarily distracted because one of the men looks familiar. My mind churns to come up with a name. He looks like one of the men we had to eliminate a few years ago in Arizona. I make a mental note to check on this.

Patti just lays her head back against the seat and lets them work on her. I watch intently as each man runs one hand under the shoulder strap and down across her chest to work it loose. There is a lot of contact.

Patti does not seem to notice this or if she does, she does not acknowledge the contact.

Though I can't see her face, her taunt nipples pushing against the thin fabric gives me the impression that she knows it, feels it, allows it, and is enjoying the 'accidental' touching. 

With the harness released, she throws a leg over the hump and swivels on the seat, one of the men holds her arms as she steps out of the machine. The other has his hands at her waist to guide her around the machinery. They both guide her through the semi-darkness to the steel ladder that accesses the pit. Both men have a hand on her back as she starts up the ladder.

I meet her at the top and to open the gate in the railing that separates the pit from the spectators and help her with the last step.

"That's quite a game!" I say.

She is breathless with excitement. "That was awesome!"

"It doesn't seem like a game, it is so real!" she continues, "Look at this!" and shows me the underside of her face shield. It has some type of graphics screen built-in," Patti says.

"When the game starts, this screen comes on and you are actually in the car. When you turn your head you can see the other cars and the crowd and everything!" she takes a breath, "It's so real it is scary."

We are interrupted by the waitress bringing another round of drinks; I pay her and leave a nice tip.

From behind I hear a young man say, "I'll take over, Ms Patti."

I turn to meet a freckle-faced, nerdy looking young guy; Patti goes by me and hugs the guy, "Donny, thank you so much for letting me take those laps."

The guy replies, "Anytime Miss Patti, you actually improved my position. I want you to come back and race with me again, Soon!" he adds, "I practice here every afternoon from 1:30 to about 3:00 because it is almost deserted, It would be great fun if you can stop by sometime. Please," he adds with a serious look on his face.

"One condition." She smiles, coyly.

"Sure, anything!" he says.

"You gotta let me have one more turn. Right now." she says with a pleading smile, "I think I have figured out how to win this race!"

"OK," he says, "Anyway, Sherri said she really likes racing with you."

From behind us, "Yeah, she has great technique, totally rad!" All three of us turn to see a pretty young woman dressed in black with purple hair.

"I'm Sherri," she says introducing herself, "I wondered what was going on. The Geekster didn't tell me he was taking a break." Looking Patti directly in the eyes, "You have a real killer streak, Honey." she states.

A horn blows and the lights dim and brighten a couple of times. A neon ring around the big clock highlights it counting down from five minutes.

An announcer says, "Drivers, take your positions." The lights dim another notch and slowly the area becomes very dark. The only illumination comes from the huge screen.

Without comment, Patti pulls the gate open and steps over to the steel ladder and begins the climb back into the pit. I move to the railing and see the two men below.

Another man joins them; he gives a thumbs-up to the crowd. I turn to see the nerdy guy signaling back before walking away with the girl named Sherri. This quick exchange makes the hairs rise on the back of my neck.

I look back down in the pit and watch one of the men help Patti put her helmet on and snap the electronic faceplate in place, then the other two lead her carefully to the racer. One of them slaps her on the ass and says, "Good luck little lady, you are really hot!" 

Patti takes her seat, swinging her leg over the hump. The third man pulls the strap between her legs before she has a chance to tuck the hem of her dress. He holds the strap below her chest as the other two bring the straps around her waist and down over her shoulders. They crowd close while making the connections. When they step back, they give each other a thumbs-up and walk away.

I can see the tenseness in Patti's shoulders as she gets ready for the start. In front of the seat, her legs straddle a hump that appears to house some of the mechanics; the small gear shifter is mounted to one side of it.

She tries to motion to the men to help her with something as the race begins; she quickly puts both hands back on the wheel and makes a slow start on to the track.

Her dress is pulled tightly across her legs and a hint of powder blue shows. Both her shapely legs seem to be highlighted by the thigh top stockings completely exposed this time. I look around to see if anyone else has noticed and see that everyone in the small arena is very aware of the pretty sight before them. Two of the young women are whispering and giggling.

The race continues, and the big screen is alive with the action, the view cycles from an overhead view of the track to cockpit views from each of the four cars. Every few seconds it shows the drivers strapped in their machines.

I can see the muscles flexing in Patti"s arms as well as the taught muscles of her thighs as she continually works the accelerator on one side and the brake on the other.

She begins wriggling in the seat, sliding herself lower toward the front of the car. That's what all her wiggling around was, they have left the seat too far back and she is straining to reach the pedals.

She is in continual movement as she concentrates, overtaking one car and cutting off another as it comes from behind.

I hear giggling again and look back to see an empty seat beside the two girls. It's difficult to make out much of what they are saying.

On the track Patti and Sherri are working as a team.

Next to me I hear, "Look at that new bitch's score, I bet Charlie is going to shit," says the girl with tight jeans.

"Yeah, if she beats his lovely Daryl, he'll make her pay." the blonde girl says with distaste. "I think Charley and Daryl are fuck buddies."

"You know they really got rough with that other bitch last week."

"I heard," The first girl says, "And she hasn't been back either."

I lean a little closer, trying to watch the action on the screen and hear this conversation at the same time. There is a column of numbers at the top of the screen that must be the score they are talking about.

The girl with jeans says, "Didn't you beat Daryl a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah and it was so-o-o sweet until they got me in the tunnel on the way to the winners circle," the blonde said with anger in her voice.

"What happened? Did they hurt you?"

"They almost raped me inside that damned tunnel. I came in third but my points were higher than poor Daryl." She looked around before continuing, "Charley held both my arms and Ben and Jerry had their hands all over me. I thought they were going to pinch my tits off."

"Did you scream?"

"I tried but they stuffed a rag in my mouth. Actually before it was over with, I was so turned on, I asked them not to stop." she said with a giggle.

"Cheryl, I can't believe you said that!"

"I was scared at first, but Charley said if I shut up, they wouldn't hurt me. Then that damn Ben started sucking on my tits and Jerry started whacking my leg with the biggest dick I ever seen."

"How big was it?" jeans asked.

The girl named Cheryl replied, "I don't know, but it was the biggest one I've ever seen. I think I'm going to beat that piece of shit Daryl again just so I can have a chance to try it out." 

"Girl, you are soo bad!"

I hear another horn and figure out that this is the last lap of the race. I haven't figured out how the scoring works but I see that Sherri is listed as number four and Patti is number One.

Next to me I hear, "Look at that! Let's get down to the winners circle and see what the bitch looks like when she comes out of the tunnel." 

I try the gate leading to the pit but it is locked. The two men are already working on Patti when the third walks up to help.

They are blocking my view. I can't see the contact again during the removal of the harness. One of the guys helps her step clear of the machine. The guys are yelling and holding Patti's arms up in a victory dance of sorts. The third man gives her a big hug and smacks her on the ass, before helping get her helmet off.

Patti has a huge grin on her face and is jumping up and down like a kid. She pretends to bow and one of the guys smacks her ass, when she turns around to bow the other way, they slap her ass again. It appears to be a congratulatory thing. The guys keep holding her arms up and turning her around and swatting her ass.




Innocence Ch. 05



Our waitress appears out of the rear end of the pit with a tray of what looks like champagne and hands a glass to Patti, She gulps it down and is immediately handed another. The waitress gets a couple of swats as well but they stop before she drops her tray.

After handing Patti the last glass, she disappears and the congratulations continue.

Patti was tight before the racing started and the champagne is making her giggly. She starts swatting the guys back and laughing every time one of them gives her a congratulatory swat. I watch carefully for that look that gets in her eyes sometimes.

The lights come back up as the four of them disappear into what I guess to be the tunnel where the waitress came from.

I quickly leave the cubicle to find the winners circle. It's not hard to find, there is a crowd all around a small round stage near the doors we had come through earlier. There is a well dressed woman with a microphone, waiting and talking to some of the people in the crowd.

After a few minutes, she makes an announcement that it will be just a few more minutes due to some technical difficulties.

My temper starts to flare and I begin pushing my way through the throng of people. When I finally get to the front, Patti is walking up a stairway to the left of the stage and the woman quickly takes her hand and leads her to the stage.

Patti looks fine, in a disheveled sort of way. She is obviously tipsy, trying to balance on her heels but she is smiling. The woman proceeds to introduce her and present her with a small trophy. Patti accepts it but declines to make a comment. I finally catch her eye and she immediately heads my way, leaving the woman alone on the stage.

"That one is a little shy but she is one hell of a driver!" the woman says and the crowd roars.

I take Patti's arm and lead her to a quiet spot. I ask, "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little overwhelmed." She replies. Her voice sounds different.

"You did a hell of a job out there."

"Thanks, Hon. I need a drink."

"I missed part of the celebration, you disappeared and I wasn't sure where to."

"There is a tunnel that leads under the floor to the stairs, it's a long tunnel. I'll tell you about it in the car."

The two girls from the cubicle come up to us and congratulate Patti. The girl named Cheryl asks, "How was it?"

"It was like being in a real race!" Patti replied.

"No I mean after?"

Patti gives her a strange look before saying, "Come with me, we need to talk."

To be continued...