0 comments/ 351095 views/ 26 favorites A Gift for Son By: suckmyboobes I woke up early in the morning and went into my son's room. He was sleeping on his bed so I took a bottle of water and poured full bottle on him. He jumped up so quickly as if he has been hit by a stick. As he looked at me I started singing the song "Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday Dear John Happy birthday to you". He then realized that it was his birthday. My son is now 22 and he is having a good body. He is tall, handsome and a charming boy. By wishing him I hugged him and gave a peck on his cheek. I asked him to get up, take shower quickly because I have made his favourite breakfast. He got up and took his shower. On the breakfast table I told him that we'll go for shopping today. I asked him, what present he needs on completing his graduation which I promised to give on this day. He instead of telling blushes a little and said that he'll tell after shopping. So we went out for shopping and spend an hour over it. At home I cleaned the kitchen and then I relaxed with my son on couch watching T.V. I again asked him about his present. He looked towards me, I could see he was tensed, and said," mom promise me that you will not get angry with me." I assured him that if it is worthy then I shall not. He continued," mom you are the most important person in my life. I would not have been at this position without you. Since my childhood you were always present when I needed you. You were a fairy for me." I said I respect his feelings and I also loved him. He said," but as I was growing I came to realize and know many things like drugs, sex and many other things." I couldn't believe he said sex in front of me. "From fairy you turned into a sexual attraction for me. I have seen you many times semi and complete naked by sneaking through window of your room and the bathroom's back window." "I think mom that you have got the most beautiful body in this world. Your big breast's, cute ass drive me crazy mom." I blushed on his compliments but I remained still. He continued," I always loved you and I want our relationship to be more deep and passionate, so as far as my gift is concerned I want you and your beautiful body as my gift. Will you be my bequest?" I was dumbstruck; I couldn't believe what my son has asked me. Although I love having sex with new guys but having it with my baby was an unexpected thought that has never come to my mind. Before I could say anything John spoke," mom you promised to give anything." I told that the world will not accept it but he convinced me that no one will ever know. I thought for a while that John was correct and it will accomplish my wish. So I agreed to him and became his present. He jumped with a joy and went straight to kitchen. He came back with two bear canes. We toasted for our new correlation. He threw the can away and jumped on me. I collapsed on the couch with my child over me. He was kissing me madly on my cheeks, neck and lips. He plunged his tongue in my mouth and I replied him by sucking it. I unbuttoned my chemise and take his t-shirt off. He unhooked my bra and started to suck my tits. I was in a mood of having fun so I pushed him off me ran behind sofa. He got annoyed and chased me. I ran through corridor to my room and there I fell on carpet. John right away jumped on me and grabbed my arms tightly. He spoke," So you want to play hunnn.. you want to play, let play." Saying that he kissed me hard on my lips, he ate my lips so bad that I actually had to push him away. His eyes were clearly telling that he was not going to spare me at all. I love that kind of intensity. I was thinking that when he again sucked my one nipple and played with the other via his fingers. He was biting and pinching my tits. Slowly he moved through my belly button to my waist and untied my skirt's lace. Pulling off quickly my skirt he kissed lightly over my panty on my cunt. I was lit on fire instantly. I wanted him to fuck me hard very hard but I kept my cool and let my child explore my deep valley. He removed my panty and rubbed my protruding lips. My pussy was wet, very wet. He lowered his head and smelled my gel and I could simply tell he liked that. He licked my genital and savoured its taste. I cummed instantly on his face and was surprised to see that my offspring sipped every drop it. He pulled me up and turned my back in front of him. My ass hole was made wet by spitting saliva then he asked me to lubricate his cock. I swallowed its full length and moved my head back and forth to damp it. After that he aimed at my hole and penetrated with thrust into my ass. I felt his length in me and moved my hand to see how much his cock was in. I was shocked to notice that about 5'' of it was still waiting to get in. Must be 11'' the length of his cock, how big it was. I have almost forgotten the feeling of being fucked since my last 5 years were without it. I felt like a teen girl who is about to have sex for first time. So it felt nice to be fucked again and nicer because it was done by no other person but my son. He moved his cock in and out very quickly. My ass was red because he was colliding his thighs on it again and again. I heard his moan and knew straightforward that he was about to cum. He cummed in me again and again. Now he took his cock out my ass and rubbed it on my pussy. I was running out of control and started shouting," fuck me son of bitch, fuck me you bastard or I'll kill you." I think it done the trick he stopped playing and penetrated his cock deed in my pussy. I felt so nice that I can do anything for this sensation. He was again in me but this time he was coming in rather going out last time on his birth. His cock was still out a complete 4'' out so I beat him on his chest and said," What the hell you are doing, you are still out of me." He pushed his cock more and more in me to the point where pleasure becomes pain but I let him come in me. I felt dizzy for a moment the pain was unbearable. At last he stuffed his full cock in me. He moved it in and out again and again. I loved his cock rubbing against my wall. All of sudden I felt a wave of joy ran through my body, I was about to cum. I cummed a huge amount. My pussy was stretched so much that my cum flow out of it and damped the bed sheet down under it. I loved the way he fuck, he move slowly for a while then move his cock very quickly as if his slow motion is fast forward. He kept on doing it shakily and my breasts were swinging like wave. Suddenly his moans of pleasure became loud and he pulled out his cock from my pussy. I asked what happened he replied that he can't cum in my pussy because it will make me pregnant. I told him that I was not in period so there was no harm in doing that, also I want him to cum in and it doesn't matter me that I'll get pregnant. So he again pushed hi cock in me and started the most wonderful motion in this whole universe i.e. fucking. He moaned again but continued in and out motion. After a moment he exploded hi magma inside me. His cum was even more than he did in my ass. We were tired so we lay down like that i.e. his cock in my pussy and him on top of me. He used my breast as a cushion and kept his head over them. I lightly and slowly massaged his head. We slept instantly without saying a word to each other. I morning when I woke up I saw him not in bed. I called his name and he came naked with a cup of tea. When I finished that cup of tea he asked how it was. I told that it was nice but he will not be spared so easily and I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. It got erected in my mouth and I pumped it until his fluid was ejaculated. I swallowed every drop it. From that day we were not like mother and son but we were like lovers and more like friends. We love each other very much and can do anything for each other. We had enjoyed many nights together and days too. Because of our new relation we never wear clothes in house. Our new experience will come soon in few days. A Gift for Stephanie Stephanie had a good life. She lived in a large, elegant house overlooking expansive Lake Washington, and from her living room window she witnessed the evening sunsets and the nightly lights of the Seattle skyline across the lake. Her two young daughters were enrolled in the finest school in the city. Stephanie lunched regularly at a tennis club located not three blocks from the home of a famous and wealthy computer software maker. Jason, her husband of eleven years, was a corporate lawyer for a large international firm, producing for the family a high 6-figure salary. And Stephanie, the only daughter of a successful Seattle heart surgeon, was happily entrenched in the life she'd dreamed and carefully planned. As far back as she could remember, Stephanie envisioned the kind of life she would live, and she carefully and methodically went about constructing that life. Most importantly to her plans was the man she would marry, and, while in college, she meticulously sought that person through, with no better plan, trial and error. The qualifications of such a man, as Stephanie enumerated, was that he was to be rich, handsome, and extremely smart. But, it was to Stephanie's dismay she rarely found two of these qualities in any one candidate, and never all three. Finally, as it was her senior year of college and she felt time running out, Stephanie settled on Jason Collier. Even though Jason did possess just enough of the three qualities to make him the leading candidate, Stephanie was never completely and comfortably satisfied with her choice. So it was, through Stephanie's persistent and unrelenting encouragement, Jason finished law school and obtained the level of income she required of him. As a reward for Jason's law school graduation, Stephanie gave him a blow-job, the first and only of the eleven year relationship. Had it been within Stephanie's control, this is where her 'good life' would have stabilized and settled; flitting off in her Mercedes to club meetings, lunching at the tennis club, meeting with her physical trainer three times a week, keeping her weekly appointments at the nail salon and hair dresser, shopping in the more private sections of Nordstrom's, greeting her girls as they returned home from school, and finally, checking with the maid on the dinner schedule. Occasionally, however, Jason's work intruded upon her carefully constructed day, and it was just such an intrusion one evening that she was required to accompany her husband to dine at a client's home. Stephanie never enjoyed these affairs, as she rarely found Jason's acquaintances or business associates possessing even a modicum of interesting qualities that directly or indirectly intersected with her world. But Stephanie knew these occasional duties, inconvenient though they were, was to be the concession she reluctantly, but graciously, conceded. The day of the dinner Stephanie's schedule was abbreviated out of necessity. Because she had eliminated her 2-hour workout at the gym, Stephanie elected to turn laps in her pool for a half hour. Winded from the laps, Stephanie settled on her back in one of the chaise lounges, resting for a few minutes before having to dress for dinner. She wiped the water from her face with her hands and ran her fingers through her short blond hair. Then Stephanie settled back and closed her eyes to the sun. She wore only an immodest bikini for her workout in the pool, and the warmth of the sun felt good on her skin. Stephanie had always kept her body in top physical shape, but now that she had turned thirty she worked extra hard to keep in top condition. Stephanie was thin, her hips still boyishly narrow, and her breast were small and would probably never sag. And, due to her strenuous workout regime, she was well muscled, her body toned and sleek. Stephanie's trainer often complimented her on her great body. And, now, lying in the chaise lounge in the warm sun she could feel her muscles slowly relaxing. And gradually her busy mind began to unwind, until she fell fast asleep beside the pool. It seemed she had only just closed her eyes when she was suddenly awake, startled by the proximity of someone close by. Stephanie opened her eyes and raised her arm to shade her view from the bright sun. Not three feet away stood Derek, the 18 year old pool boy. Derek was bare-chested, and wore only swim trunks. In his hands, Derek held the long end of the net pool-strainer. But Derek wasn't skimming the pool; he was staring at Stephanie's bikini-clad body. "Sorry I woke you, Mrs. Collier, I tried to be quiet." And now that Stephanie could see clearly, she could see Derek's eyes drifting up and down her body. And she noticed, too, the tent that had developed in the front of Derek's trunks. Stephanie sat up in the lounge chair and reached for a towel to cover herself. "How long have you been standing there?" "Oh, I just got here," Derek answered nervously. "Your pool needs a lot of work." "What time is it?" "About four o'clock. I got here kind of late. In fact I'll probably have to come back tomorrow morning to finish up." "Well, I have to go in. You finish up." Stephanie raised herself from the lounge chair and padded across the concrete. Without stopping she added, "And you shouldn't sneak up on people like that." "Yes, Maam," Derek called after her. Stephanie had slept longer than expected. She entered the house, hurriedly walking across the dinning room and into the living room, all the while yelling out for Consuella, the maid. Stephanie then took the stairs two at a time, calling for Consuella as she ran down the hall to the master bedroom. Once in the bedroom she slivered out of the bikini top, tossing it on the bed. Then, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her bikini bottoms, she slid the cloth down her long legs and stepped out of them. Stephanie turned then and faced Consuela who stood in the doorway. "Damn, Consuela, are you sneaking up on me, too?" "No maam, you called me, I heard you." Consuela was probably in her early twenties, though she had no documentation to prove it. She was young, pretty and, Stephanie admitted, had a nice little body. On several occasions Jason had tried to tease Stephanie, suggesting he might be having an affair with the young Mexican girl. He wasn't, but he was always trying to get a rise out of Stephanie. Consuela walked deeper into the room, moving toward Stephanie. Stephanie stood naked, torn between rushing into the bathroom, to the closet for a robe, or standing brave, showing no embarrassment. Consuela seemed unbothered by Stephanie's nakedness, but she had looked her boss up and down. Stephanie watched the young maid's eyes run over her body. When Consuela reached Stephanie she dropped to one knee and retrieved the bikini bottom lying on the carpet. Consuela stood and looked Stephanie in the eye. "You needed me for something, Mrs. Collier?" Consuela's eyes never left Stephanie's. "Yes...Yes." Stephanie took a step back from Consuela and walked to the closet. She could feel the young maid's eye on her bare ass. "I need you to pick up the girls from school." Stephanie grabbed a thick robe and pulled it neatly around her. "You can do that?" "Yes, of course." Consuela turned and walked back to the door. She stopped and turned back to Stephanie. "Your workouts, they are good for you. Never have I seen someone in such good condition. Your husband must be very happy with what he sees." Consuela did not wait for an answer, turning to walk from the bedroom. Stephanie brushed the young maid from her mind and began to concentrate on a quick shower and dressing for the evening dinner. This evening Jason and Stephanie were scheduled to attended dinner at Mister Pietro's home in West Seattle. Mister Pietro was a wealthy international import/export brokering merchant who dealt in, as far as Stephanie understood, every conceivable product which would show a profit. But, Stephanie was only peripherally aware of Mister Pietro's business as she found most of Jason's conversations on the matter rather tedious and irrelevant. She did know that Mister Pietro was exceedingly wealthy because he paid her husband a lot of money. And she knew that Mister Pietro's business interest meant Jason was sometimes required to travel out of the country; an occasion which she enjoyed, in as much Jason would not be around to disrupt her schedule, or, (her most disconcerting irritant), fend him off from sex. The evening was unusually warm for Seattle and Stephanie selected a very fashionable black, sheer, back-less, evening gown for the outing. The black gown posed a striking contrast to Stephanie's expensively cut blonde hair, calculated to display her long slender neck. Stephanie was proud of her body, and the simple back-less evening gown was not only elegant, but tastefully revealing. Stephanie listened with half an ear on the drive across Seattle toward the coast of Puget Sound as Jason explained that Mister Pietro and his wife were entertaining clients visiting from the Far East. Jason further explained that there would probably be some business discussed, but that Mrs. Pietro would be there and they could chit chat, woman to woman. Stephanie silently groaned at that eventuality. "Or, possibly," Jason added from inspiration. "Mrs. Peitro might show you the house. It's really an amazing house," And Stephanie had to agree as they pulled into the long driveway. The house was enormous, built on the shores of Puget Sound, four stories high with long wings spreading out on both sides from the main structure. The view, too, was spectacular. And, as Stephanie walked from their car, she stopped to revel in the panorama of the setting sun beyond the long expanse of water and the treed islands. The scenic vista, the cry of the gulls, the smell of the salt water, and the warm summer evening managed, briefly, to lift Stephanie's ordinarily dull enthusiasm for the business gathering. The door was answered by a young, dark-skinned oriental girl. Stephanie first assumed the young girl to be no more than sixteen, and would have dismissed her as a very pretty and very well dressed servant, had not Jason addressed her by name. "Mrs Pietro." Stephanie quickly reassessed the young girl to be older, but still of an undeterminable age. "Mister Jason." The young woman bowed slightly. Her smile was filled with both kindness and acceptance. "So nice that you should join us this evening." Stephanie studied the woman closer and determined that her stature and composure, too, was that of a woman much older than she appeared. Most startling, now that Stephanie had taken notice, was the woman's exotic beauty. She was of a nationality that Stephanie could not detect; part oriental, certainly with those eyes, but the color of her skin, so dark, and the long nose and the thick, shiny black hair, possibly Semitic. The combination was impressively attractive, even to Stephanie who was rarely impressed with anything. "And you must be Miss Stephanie," the woman said. "Thank you for joining us." Mrs. Peitro reached for Stephanie's arm and led her inside the house. "We have heard so many wonderful things about you from Mister Jason. If I may say, I feel that I know you. Though, Mister Jason did say you were very pretty, I am afraid his description of you did not adequately describe how truly beautiful you are." Stephanie blushed, feeling strangely perplexed, as she was unaccustomed to feeling uncomfortable. She quickly recovered. "Thank you for having us. Your home......" Stephanie gazed up at the high ceiling in the entryway, and out into the vast decorated rooms to either side. "It is much too large, I know," Mrs. Pietro finished her sentence. "I was going to say, beautiful." "We like to think it is that, too, however it contains many more rooms than is necessary. Weeks may pass before a person may enter any one room. It is shamefully wasteful. Still, Mister Pietro enjoys the space when we are here in this city." Mrs. Pietro did not release Stephanie's arm as she led the two of them through several large rooms, all equal in their decorated extravagance. Finally they entered the library, as it could be no other room, what with the volumes of books lining the shelves along the walls. The room itself was the size of half a basketball court and Mrs. Pietro led them to the far end where they joined four men gathered around a huge, unlit fireplace. Stephanie had met Mister Pietro on two prior occasions and he was effusive in his greeting. Mister Pietro then introduced the three Asian gentlemen who all bowed their greeting. Jason quickly joined the men and Mrs. Pietro captured Stephanie by the arm, again, leading her to the far end of the library . "The men have a bar on that side of the room and perhaps we should leave them to their idle business discussions." Mrs Pietro explained. "May I fix you a drink?" Mrs. Pietro prepared two martinis, and, after handing Stephanie her drink, escorted her from the room. "I thought you might enjoy a walk through the house," Mrs Pietro said as they departed the library. "It is seldom I have the opportunity to show someone through the many rooms. And, it is even more infrequent that I have another woman to entertain." Mrs. Pietro led Stephanie from room to room, occasionally stopping to explain a piece of furniture that had been purchased in some far-away land, occasionally owned by some long-ago obscure character with a mildly entertaining past. Eventually they ended their tour on the bottom floor, looking through the sliding-glass door that led to the beach. So bright was the moon and the starlight, that they had entered the room without turning on a light. "My god, this is so beautiful," Stephanie exclaimed, staring out over the Sound. The women stood together enjoying the spectacle; the lights of the passing ships and the spotted lights on the distant islands. The sky seemed unusually brilliant with millions of stars and a half moon lay perched in the sky, so unusually large, that it gave both light and depth to their view. "You never see this many stars in the sky living in the city." Stephanie took a long breath. "This is amazing." "And how is your drink, Miss Stephanie?" Stephanie sipped her martini. "I really think you should call me simply Stephanie," Stephanie smiled. She sipped again from her martini. "And you shall call me Nikiko," Mrs. Pietro smiled. "That is what my friends call me. Shall we be friends?" "Nikiko." Stephanie tested the name. "Yes, let us be friends." "Excellent." Nikiko smiled and raised her glass, clinking the crystal glasses. Both women drank. Stephanie was mildly surprised at her own reaction to this young woman, as well as her unbridled enthusiasm toward the scenic beauty spread before them. Stephanie could not remember the last time she had truly enjoyed something as inconsequential as a view, nor could she remember when she had so easily accepted or embraced a friendship. Stephanie smacked her lips and sipped again from her drink. "This is absolutely delicious. The best martini I have ever tasted. I mean that. What's in it?" "It is an old recipe. I am pleased you enjoy it." Stephanie tasted her drink again and felt emboldened to ask a question that had been on her mind. "Nikiko, may I ask....no that is too awkward." Nikiko placed a comforting hand on Stephanie's arm. "But we are friends now. There can be no awkwardness between friends." "Well, I was simply going to ask your nationality." "Ah, yes." Nikiko smiled. "It is quite a mixture. Korean, Lybian, Brazilian, and South African, and that accounts for but two generations. I was told there were many more countries involved before that. It seems my ancestors were sailors, certainly they were no less nomadic." "Well the combination serves you well. You are really quite beautiful," Stephanie said as a matter of factual statement. Slowly, Stephanie realized what she'd said aloud and determined it to be much more of a personal statement than she was used to sharing, particularly with a woman she had only just met. Perhaps the drink was more potent than she realized. Still, there was another questioned she was emboldened to ask. "I don't mean to offend you," Stephanie began. "It's a compliment, really. But you look so young, and at the same time, you act.....you carry yourself as a much older woman." "It is kind of you to say, Stephanie. I am twenty-two years old." "Twenty-two?" Stephanie laughed. "I have a young maid who's about the same age. I mean, it's so young, and, you know, you act so much older." Stephanie stopped and thought a moment. "But Mister Pietro, he must be...." "Mister Pietro is 62 years of age. We are not actually married. He has hired me to be his companion." Stephanie looked amazed. "Companion? I'm sorry. It's none of my business." "No, no, Stephanie. You do not offend me. It is understandable you should be curious. I was employed by Mister Pietro for my charm and grace, probably for the beauty you have noted, and for my skills as a companion." "Skills?" Again, Nikiko reached out and caressed Stephanie's bare arm. She smiled kindly. "Let us not speak of all that now. I am afraid it is such a long story and we have only just become friends. You must tell me of yourself. You spoke of my beauty, and as you did I sensed you do not fully appreciate the delicate perfection I see in you. Now it is my turn to ask you a question. Does Jason make you happy in bed?" Stephanie stared at Nikiko. The beautiful young face held only a slight smile, her eyes filled with kindness. Stephanie opened her mouth to speak but no words came. She did not know if she should be upset with the question. She did not even know how to answer the question. 'Happy in bed' was not even on Stephanie's list of priorities for a happy life. In fact, her struggle was to avoid Jason's advances in the bedroom, considering the whole act as something for Jason's benefit, another small concession Stephanie only occasionally yielded. But, before Stephanie could come up with a response, Nikiko said, "Now, it is I who fears I have offended you." Nikiko bowed her head in deference to her offense. "Please forgive me, Stephanie, for coming straight to the point of reason with my question. It was very rude of me to hasten our relationship. But, we are friends, and we would have spoke of this eventually. This would be one of the major contradictions in your life, as I fear our Mister Jason has been unable, or perhaps, incapable, of penetrating the walls of protection which surround you. I doubt anyone has and it saddens me to see my new friend so alone." "I'm not alone," Stephanie immediately protested. Nikiko smiled sadly. She grasped Stephanie's hands in her own. "I feel the sadness inside you. You have not been held, touched or caressed in such a long time, nor have you extended this love to another. But, I feel something inside you will not accept this for very much longer, and....eventually.... you will seek to repair this imbalance. As your new friend, I feel I must say this." "I....I don't know what you mean." Stephanie felt the truth in Nikiko's words and she began to seek out the wound to her self-constructed mantle "I mean you're totally wrong. I'm sorry, Nikiko, but I do not know what you're talking about. I have many friends, and Jason and I are quite satisfied in all ways." "Yes, of course." Nikiko bowed, lowering her eyes. "How foolish of me. I must beg your forgiveness for speaking of this. Will you forgive me?" "Of course," Stephanie said, choosing to ignore any truth in Nikiko's words. And besides, she felt too good to self-analyze herself just now. But a thought occurred to her. "Tell me, Nikiko, what do you mean you feel sadness in me? What made you say I haven't been touched? Are you a psychic, or something?" A Gift for Stephanie "I feel it. I see it in the way you walk, the way you smile. It is just something I know." Nikiko smiled. "It is but one of the skills I mentioned earlier. But we will speak no more of such things now. Please finish you drink." Stephanie tilted her glass up and drained the last drops of alcohol. To her memory she had not finished a whole drink since she had been in college. Nikiko relieved Stephanie of the empty glass. "Are we to have another?" Stephanie asked. "I do not think that would be wise, Stephanie. The recipe is quite old and the potent blends can be quite intoxicating. May I suggest we walk on the beach and enjoy the fresh air. It is such a warm and pleasant evening." Nikiko led Stephanie out into the night. And then, suddenly, Nikiko dropped to her knees in from of the older woman. "Place your hands on my shoulder," Nikiko instructed as she reached down to Stephanie's feet. One by one, Stephanie lifted her feet so Nikiko could remove her shoes. Even without the heels, Stephanie was four or five inches taller than the young girl. Still, Stephanie felt Nikiko's arm wrapped in her own was much stronger than herself as she led her out into the sand. Stephanie could feel the intoxicating effects of the martini. Yet, beyond that, she felt a new, undefined freedom in the arm of this young girl. A warm breeze caressed her bare neck as they strolled across the sand toward the water. The moon and stars were brilliant and the beach was bathed in that defused light. Stephanie was but a small girl the last time she had felt so free; free of thoughts, free of plans, free to be herself. She had little understanding of the reason for this renewed revelation, and the very concept unlocked a cascading barrage of conflicting ideas and impressions. Fore, if she was free to be herself, who, indeed, had she been before this. Stephanie hugged onto Nikiko's arm as they slowly strolled to the water's edge. Neither woman spoke, as the brilliance of the moon and stars made words superfluous. Nikiko stopped suddenly as they reached the hard packed sand, standing just out of reach of the small lapping waves. The young exotic girl released Stephanie's arm and turned to her. "I like you very much, Stephanie. I feel we may become very good friends." Nikiko grasped both of Stephanie's hands in her own. "I have thought this over very carefully and I have come to a decision. As your new friend I must give you a gift that is within my power to give." "A gift?" Stephanie smiled. "But I brought noth....." "Shhh," Nikiko released Stephanie's hands and covered the older woman's lips with the tips of her fingers. "You must not speak. And please, close your eyes." Stephanie giggled lightly at the intrigue in the request and the dark mysteriousness of the starry night. She closed her eyes as Nikiko requested and felt the young woman's hands fall away. Stephanie stood, smiling, swaying slightly in the warm breeze. Nikiko had earlier studied the ties of the evening dress Stephanie wore. Her movements were deft and quick. One pull, one twist, and Stephanie's sheer evening gown slipped away; the thin straps falling from her shoulders, the sheer material sliding down her long body to the sand at her bare feet. The effects of the night and the martini still swirled in Stephanie's brain and it was a long moment before she realized what had happened. Suddenly she was standing on a empty beach, naked except for a pair of thin, black panties. The idea was so alien that she could not even be sure that she was not imagining the whole thing. When the warm breeze tickled the nipples of her breasts, she was suddenly very aware that this was not supposed to be happening. With practiced deftness and skilled perfection, Nikiko maneuvered one hand along Stephanie's bare waist, down one side her hip and inside her thigh. The other hand slipped inside those black panties, her thumb pressuring the spot low on her pelvis, her fingers splayed to pressure several points between Stephanie's legs. Stephanie felt panic; panic at her nakedness, panic at the alien hands on her body. But then, there was a new sensation. Stephanie felt, suddenly, as though she were weightless, held grounded by pressure points that Nikiko now manipulated. She felt oddly connected to the earth only through Nikiko's strong hands. Stephanie dared to open her eyes, and she gazed upon the young woman whose control she was now under. Nikiko still wore that same warm smile. And, except for her hands busy inside Stephanie's panties, the young woman appeared calm, at peace, totally at ease with the situation. For Stephanie the initial sensation of nakedness had slowly passed, replaced by a feeling of contentment and calm. She could feel Nikiko slowly lowering her panties down over her hips, and the idea that she was now totally naked, outdoors under the stars, seemed uniquely uneventful. Nikiko's hands returned to Stephanie, and a new awareness slowly flowed over her body. The transition was so quick Stephanie was unsure what had happened. And then she stopped caring. Stephanie could feel Nikiko's fingers around her precious center, inside her, but there was no intimacy, only sensation. And the sensation shifted; sometimes inside her mind, sometimes at the very center of her; at once between her stomach and her knees, and then her whole nervous system seemed on fire, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Stephanie had never approached, never imagined, the electric sensations charging through her body. She stood there, seemingly weightless, dancing atop Nikiko's manipulations. There were no thoughts, no feelings, only the glorious sensation welling up from within her. Hands covered her breast, pulling her nipples, they were her own hands. A wave of pleasure washed over her, and ebbed away. Another wave of exotic sensation came crashing down on her, slowly floating away. She was on her knees now, unable to sustain her own weight. Nikiko was behind her, holding her tightly in her arms while her fingers shot bolt after bolt of electricity through her body. It seemed to Stephanie that she were on a carnival ride of erotic pleasure; a gratification so total that she could never have imagine the breathtaking thrill. And it was not one sensation, but it felt like a symphony of sensations, all different, each lifting her up, leaning her over the edge of a cliff, then the feeling of falling free, ripples of pleasure running up and down her body. And then, as she thought she'd reached her peak, something inside her began to build; a tickle, a bliss, a new sensation that welled up from her stomach, spread over her, through her. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, again, and again, and she thought she may never breath, that she may never have to breath again, but live instead on the wing of this high flying bird lifting her higher and higher. And soon the sensation was so intense, the altitude so high, that she desired to never to come down. Yet, she knew if she did not, she might die. And still, she was dying, slowly, from this exotic and total pleasure that was her whole body. And then she fell, dropped like a stone, and her body seemed to drive down into the sand. She wept, she cried out, everything inside her seemed to fall through her, out of her. Stephanie's head lifted to the sky and she heard herself moan. It was the cry of an animal. And, finally, Stephanie felt the release, the long, slow, intolerable release. An orgasm, yet like no other orgasm ever created. Stephanie lived inside that orgasm, her fall took her under water and she lavished in the warm, never ending wave of pleasure. It went on forever. And like bouncing ball, when she finally hit bottom, the sensation bounced her up again, never as high, but the bouncing continued, draining her, pleasuring her. When next she regained her senses, she was on her knees and Nikiko was holding her tightly to her. She could feel her body, rippling, quaking, little spasms of small sensations emanating from her middle and spreading up and down over her skin, through her muscles and flowering throughout her nervous system. Nikiko held her close, Stephanie's head cradled against the young girl's breast, as she stroked Stephanie's hair. And when it was done, when the last uncontrollable spasm rippled through Stephanie's body, she collapsed into the sand. Nikiko held her head in her lap, rubbing her hand up and down Stephanie's body. As she regained her strength, as awareness returned, Stephanie felt a euphoric lightness. She had never felt so good. Slowly she leaned up from Nikiko's lap, straightened herself, and hugged the young girl tightly against her. "You are pleased, then?" Nikiko asked. It was a moment before Stephanie could speak. "My God. My God, I am wonderful. Wow! What did you do to me?" "A gift." Nikiko held Stephaie's head between her hands. "You will feel light-headed the rest of the evening. Later, as you feel your old-self begin to reenter, you may feel guilt. And after that, tomorrow or maybe the next day, you will find different feelings entering your day. And then you will have questions. There is nothing you don't already know. We will visit again. For now, we must get you dressed and prepared for dinner. May I kiss you, once, as my new friend?" Dinner was a wave of conversations, comments, and excellent food. Stephanie ate with a new-found vociferous hunger. Everything placed in front of her was eaten with carnivorous pleasure. She took seconds on wine, and then thirds. When a question was directed toward her, Stephanie unconsciously bantered the dialogue back toward the questioner. And yet, throughout the haze of conversation and food, Stephanie was aware of Nikiko's skill of directing the conversation, as she found subjects for each guest to expound themselves upon. And, too soon, the evening was over. At the door, as Jason and Stephanie were preparing to leave, Stephanie felt the need to say something to Nikiko, though she knew not what, exactly. And as she searched her mind, groping for the right words, Nikiko leaned into her, kissing her cheek. "We shall see each other again, soon," Nikiko said. "Until then, thank you for your company." Stephanie awoke the next morning as a drunken party guest might. She did not have the physical effects of a hangover, but her mind began to slowly search for a base from which to reconstruct herself. And as memories of the night before edged their way into her consciousness, she inwardly cringed, trying to imagine her logic for such behavior. And, inevitably, slowly, her body remembered the sensations she'd felt on the beach. Jason emerged from the bathroom, evidence of a recent shower. He wore only a towel wrapped around his middle. Jason noticed Stephanie awake, still in bed. He leapt in beside her and kissed her fully on the mouth. "My god, you were great last night," he said, smiling. "I was?" "Sweetheart we haven't had sex like that since....since forever. Whatever got into you....Whatever I did right....tell me so I can repeat it." Jason kissed her again. "I love you. But I've got to run." Stephanie lay in bed while Jason dressed. She tried to replay her evening after they had left the Pietro house but it was all a haze. And, again, the memories on the beach floated into her mind. She tried to block the thoughts and the embarrassment of becoming a willing victim of such a naked act. Slowly, any embarrassment she felt gave way to the raw sexual orgasm she'd experienced at Nikiko's hand. Oragasms, plural, many times over. If you could even call them orgasms. Remembering them now, Stephanie considered the experienced had somehow tapped into some kind of pleasure control of her whole nervous system. Lying in bed, remembering the overwhelming sensations, she realized her hand had slipped beneath the covers and between her legs. Stephanie growled in frustration. She walked into the bathroom where Jason had dressed and was just straightening his tie. Jason was caught off guard as Stephanie grabbed him from behind, hugging herself to him, humping his ass, running her hands down his stomach, over his crotch, searching for his penis. "Stephanie, what's gotten into you? Don't. Leave that alone. I'm late and you have to get the girls to school." Jason turned and kissed his wife. "Save this for when I get home, okay?" And he was gone. Stephanie hurriedly slipped into a pair of running shorts and a sweatshirt.. She did have to drive her girls to school, and that did take priority over everything else. Still, Stephanie could not discount this new-found feeling growing inside her. And the feeling was growing. It was an itch, a need; not so much a physical desire as a complete total driving force. And this was totally alien to Stephanie. She had no experience in satisfying this new hunger. She quickly drove her fingers inside her sopping wet pussy. Except for that one time in college with her roommate, Stephanie had never touched herself, never felt the need, the desire, she felt now. Her other hand greedily stroked her clit. It felt good, real good, but it was not enough. And, Stephanie knew, her daughters waited for her downstairs. It took a lot of control to stop playing with herself. Stephanie walked downstairs and into the kitchen where the girls waited with their backpacks. Consuela was busy cleaning the breakfast dishes. Stephanie kissed the girls in turn, and then told Consuela she would have to drive the girls to school. "No problem," Consuela answered. "You are sick?" "No, no, I'm fine. I just need...need you to drive the girls to school this morning." Stephanie walked the girls out the front door and kissed them goodbye. That's when she noticed the Derek's pool truck. Hurrying back inside, she argued with herself over the burning need between her legs. God, she was horny. Never had she experienced such a desire to satisfy herself sexually. Inside the front door she rubbed her pussy through her shorts. She slipped her hand inside her pants and fucked herself with her fingers. It was not good enough. She needed more. And she knew that to go after Derek was wrong. It was risky. It was stupid. Still, he was there and he wanted her. And she needed something more. Stephanie pulled her hands from her pants and walked out the back door. Derek was shirt-less, dressed in the same swim-trunks. "He is so young," Stephanie thought to herself. How do you seduce a teenager? "Derek," Stephanie called. "Could you come in here?" Derek dropped his equipment and jogged across the patio. Stephanie motioned him through the sliding glass door that entered the kitchen and she followed him in. They stopped just inside the entrance and Derek turned to Stephanie, expectantly. "There's something upstairs I want you to take a look at," Stephanie said. "What is it?" "Come," Stephanie took off toward the stairs. "I'll show you." Stephanie walked up the stairs slowly, allowing Derek to admire her long legs. She even tried to swing her ass. She knew he'd be watching. Derek followed her into the master bedroom and they stopped. He looked around, waiting for Stephanie to show him what she'd wanted from him. "The kid doesn't get it," Stephanie realized. "I think there's a mouse," she told him. "Could you look around?" "Uh....sure." And he did look. He looked around the room, in the closet, under the bed. He looked everywhere but at Stephanie. But she was looking at him, imagining his cock. "I guess he ran off," Stephanie said, finally. She grew more bold. "I'll tell you what, if you could do me another favor....." Stephanie ran into the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of oil. "If you could rub some of this oil on my shoulders I'd really appreciate it." Stephanie slipped her sweatshirt over her head and, naked from the waist up, laid down on the bed. Derek wasted no time. He squeezed a liberal amount of oil on Stephanie's back and began rubbing across her skin, using only his fingers. "How old are you, anyway, Derek?" "I'm nineteen, Maam." "That feels good, Derek. You're doing a good job." Stephanie lifted her hips and reached down to lower her shorts until they were half way down her butt. "Get a little more on my lower back." Still Derek used only his fingers, unwilling to move down below her waist, his touch tentative and unsure. Stephanie grew impatient. She growled and turned over in the bed. "Derek, are you getting aroused by this?" Derek dropped his hands to cover the growing tent in his swim-trunks. His eyes shifted from Stephanie's naked breasts, down to where his shorts barely covered the top of her pussy. "Okay, I'll tell you what," Stephanie said. "I want you first to drop those shorts. Go on. My goodness, Derek, you've got quite a boner there. Now I want you to lean over here and take off my shorts. Hurry up." Stephanie grabbed his wrist and pulled him down on the bed. With Derek on his back, Stephanie quickly mounted him. She was so wet and ready the boy's cock slid all the way in. And then Stephanie began to ride him. Up and down, back and forth. She could feel the beginnings of that sensation she been looking for. Still a long way from orgasm, she worked herself harder on the young cock, angling for the right spots inside her. And then the young boy came, and quickly grew soft. Frustrated, Stephanie shifted herself from his waist, up to his head. "You ever eat pussy before, Derek?" she asked. "This will be a treat." Realizing she would have to get him hard again, Stephanie turned on the bed into a 69 with the boy. She pulled his head into her pussy. "Use your lips and your tongue. Lick my clit, right here, then use your fingers to fuck me. That's it. In and out. Don't use your teeth, you little shit, use your lips and your tongue. Suck on it. Use two fingers inside me. Yeah." Then Stephanie turned and went to work on the boy's cock. She stuck the head into her mouth and used her hands to massage the length, willing it to grow hard. And then she felt one of the boy's hands exploring her ass, running a finger along the crack, stopping, pressuring, penetrating, pumping in and out. Stephanie smiled and worked his cock harder. She began to work her hips and another finger penetrated her ass. This is what she'd been looking for, his lips on her clit, two fingers in her pussy, two fingers fucking her ass. She began to feel that sought-after sensation beginning to build deep inside her. And then he stopped. His lips came off her clit, his fingers pulled from her pussy and ass. "What the fuck," Stephanie thought to herself. She pulled her mouth from his cock. The young boy was hard again, she would ride him to climax. As Stephanie turned on the bed she came face to face with Consuela, her maid. The little Mexican girl was smiling at Stephanie, she held a dildo in her hand. Stephanie smiled back, the pretty young maid never looked so attractive. At one point in the long afternoon Stephanie lay back on the bed, her face buried in Consuela's pussy who was riding Stephanie's face. There was a vibrating dildo buried deep in Stephanie's ass, and Derek was pounding his cock in and out of her pussy. She was lost in compete pleasure. And through the muffled depths of Consuela's thighs Stephanie heard her name being called. Once, then again. It was Jason calling her name. Stephanie opened her eyes, seeing, not Consuela's delicious pussy, but the bright blue sky. She lay in the chaise lounge by the pool. Derek stood near, staring at her, smiling. Stephanie realized then that her hand was digging inside her bikini bottoms, two fingers buried deep inside her sopping wet pussy. "Stephanie, did you hear me?" Jason called again from the patio. "We're scheduled for dinner at Mister Pietro's tonight, have you forgotten?" Stephanie raised herself from the lounge chair. She looked once at Derek, and turn toward her husband, Jason. A Gift for Stephanie "You're going to dinner with me, aren't you? Mister and Mrs. Pietro are expecting you to come with me." "I wouldn't miss it, Jason," Stephanie said, walking toward the house. "I wouldn't miss it."