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Hard Lay

By: Layne Bryant II



I’ve had a secret love for just about all my life. It is my mother. Now I don’t mean a son’s love for a mother. I mean a hot lustful desire a young man has for an older woman.

My parent is a beautiful woman. About 5’9, long black hair, brown eyes and legs that never quit. She sports a set of 38C’s that came with implants. But most of my mother’s body was real.

It was an athletic physique that developed with years of competition swimming. It was sleek and slender. Three times a week to a nearby gym had kept the thirty-nine year old body firm and sexy.

My father had left us when I was ten. He found some blonde bimbo stripper who did whatever he wanted. I hated him for the pain he caused mom.

I have to admit my mother rebounded from the separation splendidly. She legally ripped dad’s balls off. She got the house and most of the family assets. He was sent packing. 

What I didn’t know until later was my father had run the business into the ground. My mom was force to file bankruptcy. We had only the home and some stocks to live on.

After a year she started to be bringing a steady income. In fact, it was slightly more than what dad had brought home. She claimed it was from the stocks that were left from the separation.

At thirteen I found out the truth of how my mother was doing so well. She often had late night business meetings in the game room basement of the house. I was forbidden to go in there while the gatherings were going on.

Sometimes it was a single man or a couple of guys. Often it was both men and women. There was even a few time it was just women. 

I would sneak down and see if I could hear anything. There were muffled sounds and laughter emitting. All were barely audible to make out.

Soon mom had a lock placed on the room. She told me that it was converted to an office area. I was ordered to stay out.

I was informed that the pool table and home bar had been removed. I had no problem with that. They were dad’s toys. 

Telling a teenager to stay out of a room was just the signal needed to promote young curiosity. I had to see what she had done to the place! Mom was predicable, all the important items like extra keys were always stowed in the same place. 

So one night I lied and said I was spending the night at a friend’s house. Instead, I came back home and got the key. I then quickly went to the room. 

The pool table and bar was still there. In fact the bar was stocked with liquor! This didn’t make any sense!

I had to investigate closer. That went I learned the truth of what mom had been doing for a business! I found all sorts of items and toys of a sexual nature in a closet where the coats normally hung.

I moved to a small desk in the corner. There I scanned through the items. I found a date book. I learned my mother was a party girl!

She had been using our house for specially arraigned swingers’ parties and prostitution! She had a list of clients and a price list for each advent! My mother was a successful and high-class whore! 

Before I could absorb this information and how I felt, I heard my mother’s voice! She was home! Someone was with her!

My escape was blocked! So I closed the door and scrambled to hide under the pool table. I didn’t know what else to do!

Mom entered. With her were a guy and a girl. They were chatting loudly and obviously been drinking! It wasn’t long before the action started.

I saw my sweet beautiful mother in a heavy lip lock with another woman! Soon the man joined. Before long the three of them were naked and having sex.

It was the first time I had seen my mother’s nude body since I was a little boy. It was just as beautiful as ever. It was then I realized how beautiful my parent was.

I had always had deep desires for her. Not like a son does for his mother. But lustful ones that burned deeply. The sight of my parent in sexual action inflamed my hunger!

At first I thought I hated the man fucking my mother. Soon I realized I was envying him! As I watched his cock slide in and out of my parent’s cunt, I became hard. I wanted to be the one fucking her! I was actually jealous of this stranger banging her! 

After that first night, I saw my mother in a different light. My desire for the forbidden woman had grown ten fold. I wanted to show her she didn’t need those people. I could take care of her.

My lust grew and I had to see more. I made a third key to the room. I also set up a special viewing space in a little used storage closet so I could watch my parent in action.

For the next four years I would see my mom’s immoral activities. I would often observe masturbating to the scene. She had some wild times in there. The all female orgies really had me going!

By the time I was eighteen, my desire for my parent was uncontrollable. I wanted to be my mother’s lover. I wanted to taste her sweet cunt and feel that tight taboo pussy around my cock. I decided somehow I was going to take her.

That happened one evening after my mother had taken a moonlight swim in our pool. She had just come back into the house wearing a skimpy bikini. The wet material adhered to her firm body. Mom might as well not been wearing anything. 

All I had on was a pair of sweat pants. I was planning to take a shower and go to bed early. Instead the sight of that hot mature body had my desires sky rocking! Tonight I would take her.

She headed to the bedroom. I followed. I already had a hard on growing. This night my fantasies would be fulfilled.

She was standing there back to the door drying a long black mane of hair. Again, I marveled at the trim athletic body. The firm rounded hips and curvy legs were just too beautiful to be restricted to me.

“Mother,” I ask softly, “What do you do for a livin’?”

“Huh?” she responds looking back at me, “What do’ya mean?”

“What do you do for a livin’?” I repeat.

She turns around and gives a puzzled stare. A set of large breasts was barely in the small halter-top. Nipples hard. I wanted to touch them now!

“I’m an entertainment coordinator,” she answers, then ask, “Why do you ask that?”

“What does an ‘entertainment coordinator’ do?” I ask moving closer.

“I’ve told you this all before.” My mother queries with a concerned look, “Why are’ya askin’ such questions?”

“Cause I was wonderin’ if ya were gonna tell me the truth,” I state flatly.

“The truth?” she puzzles, “Whatcha mean?”

“I love you, Mother,” I qualify, “An’ I shall love you no matter what you are.”

“I love you too, dear,” she routinely responds.

Mom stares at me with a cocked head. I had no doubts she really didn’t know what I was talking about. It was time to be blunt.

“Mother,” I frankly ask, “Does an ‘entertainment coordinator’s’ duties include fuckin’ the client?” I quickly add, “Either male or female?”

A set of dark eyes widens. A ruby lipped mouth gapes. I hear a deep exhale. Mom was totality shocked.

“What the hell does that mean!?” she gasps.

“It means that I know you’re a high priced called girl,” I reveal, “An’ those ‘meetings’ are nothing more than prepared swingers’ events!”

“You’re all wrong, Brad,” she start to deny, “Those are----,”

“Don’t bother to lie, Mother,” I interrupt, “I’ve been watchin’ you at every opportunity since I was thirteen.” 

“Where?” she automatically ask.

“From a special hidden cove in the game room,” I answer and then barbed, “An appropriately named room, I might add.”

“Gawd,” she aghast, “You must hate me so.”

“No, Mother,” I confess, “I love you even more.” Knowing the moment was now, I continue, “Seein’ those men an’ women cummin’ because of you made me love you even more! You are so beautiful after you’ve been fucked. I rush on with the admission, “I’ve jacked off with the images of you still fresh in my mind,” With a deep breathe, I tell, “I’d fantasized that it was me that you were makin’ me cum like that.”

“Stop sayin’ that, Brad!” My mom orders loudly sitting down on the bed. 

“But it’s true, Mom!” I state militantly, “I’ve been watchin’ you service one john after another.” I heatedly say, “You’re better than that! You need real love, not paid for sex!” I declare firmly, “I can give that to ya!”

“Brad, you are my son,” my wide-eyed mom refuses, “I can’t have you as a lover.”

“But you can!” I insist, “It’d be perfect.”

“No Baby,” Mom again points out, “It’d be wrong.”

“Mother,” I say in a softer voice, “You’re so pretty. An’ when you’re cummin’ you glow so beautifully.” I move closer to her almost begging, “I wanna be the one causin’ that beauty an’ I know I can do just that.”

“Brad I can’t,” Mom steadfastly refuses with a shaking head, “It’d be just plain wrong!”

“You can!” I move onto the bed next to my bikini-clad mother stating, “You’ve been givin’ your pussy to those people for money, which is wrong!” I shift closer to my nervous parent. “So givin’ it to your son wouldn’t be a moral dilemma for ya!” 

Mom shakes her head violently. She was too stunned to reply. Strangely, I felt this denial was more of an automatic socially approved response, than a real aversion to my admission of lust.

“Come on Mom,” I urge putting a caressing hand on a slender leg, “You’d love it.” I add moving my hand upward, “You gotta be my lover now.”

“No!” Mom yells pushing my hand back, “Brad! Please leave me alone!”

I push forward. My mother was pressed back against the sheets. She struggles against me. 

“This isn’t right, son!” She weakly threatens, “If ya don’t stop, I’m gonna go to the authorities.”

“I don’t think so!” I huskily state with my frustration and anger rising, “How are’ya gonna tell the cops that your son fucked you an’ not tell ‘em I did it because you’re a high priced whore?”

“You bastard,” my mother spats.

Her surprising morality made me feel cheated. I loved this woman. I stood by all these years as she opened legs for money. Now in some antiquated morality I was going to be refused! I didn’t think so. 

I touch her face and slowly move my hand across a rounded shoulder. She tries to pull my hand away. I grab the left bikini string and jaggedly yank it down. 

The flimsy material snaps easily. A pair of rounded titties bounces with the freedom. A set of brown nipples hardened with the exposure. 

“Oh god no!” My mother wails as tears came to a set of dark eyes, “Please don’t do this Brad!”

My chest was crushing a set of enhanced tits. I slide my hands around a smooth ass. I knead each mound with nervous touches. 

“Please, don’t!” she protests while trying push me away, “This is wrong!”

It was useless as I was too strong. I was far too horny to stop now. I would show my parent true love today. 

The large heaving chest looks beautiful. A rough mouth was planted on a firm nipple. I bit hard on the erect nubs.

“Oh jeezus!” she huffs out of surprise.

An anxious tongue slides all over the firm breasts and licks the stiff nipples. I bite all over the fleshy orb. I was a man in heat.

I wrap forceful arms around a trim waist pulling her back to my body. With tears streaming, Mom looks up at the ceiling. Her body trembles.

“Noooooo,” she moans tearfully, “I beg you, son. Please don’t do this.” 

The pleas fall on death ears. I push my body tighter pinning her to the sheets. My cock was rock hard against a warm crotch. I play with the big breasts vigorously.

“Stop!” Mom yells out of desperation, “Or I’ll scream!”

“There’s no one that will hear ya, my dear mother,” I lustfully challenge still making the large breasts a meal, “There’s no one who’ll hear ya shouts.”

She knew I was right. My parents had originally brought this place because it being out-of-the-way from the neighbors. She turned it into her ‘office’ because of it being so secluded. We were almost a quarter a mile from our nearest neighbor.

I place quick kisses on a long neck. I go back to massaging each breast. The coffee colored nipples were harder now as I pinch them mercilessly. 

“You’re hurtin’ me!” my mother cries. She begs again, “Please don’t do this!”

“What do’ya expect teasin’ me by bringin’ those johns here?” I hotly accuse, “Doncha think I would’ve been offended with those punks in this house?” 

I glance into the dark, wet eyes. For a moment I feel guilty. This was my mother. Yet I knew I was the one to make her happy.  

“How long has it been?” I ask in a softer tone while kissing the erect nipples, “I’d think you’d welcome a good lovin’ fuck about now.”

“Nooooooooo!” suddenly screams and bucks me off.

A hard hand goes across my face. The sting was a reminder she was an unwilling participant. A knee went into my lower stomach. That hurt even more.

My resentment of my parent’s newfound morals rises with the pain. She had no right refusing me that easy cunt! That long desired body belongs to me!

I glare in anger at the covered crotch. The last piece of clothing was covering the object of my lust. A brutal hand grabs the fabric.

“You don’t need these, bitch!” I growl while tearing off the bikini bottom.

“Oh God no!” she cries while her hips involuntarily lift with the wrenching of the cloth, “This is rape!”

“An’ your son is the rapist!” I huskily note

Her pussy was completely open to me. The hair was wet and glistening. I give a lecherous smile. 

I again pin my mother against the bed while tugging a set of gray sweatpants off.  My nine-inch rod springs free. It point at her menacingly.

My mother froze at the sight. A pair of ruby red lips formed an “O” of surprise. Dark eyes widen when seeing the stiff forbidden cock.

I grab her wrists. I hold them over her head. I place one of my hands into her hair. Her lips were pulled to mine.

"You have a sexy mouth,” I hiss, "Those hot lips say ‘kiss me’."

I grab a handful of hair and force her mouth to mine. She whimpers as I found her tongue. We were lock in a wild kiss. 

“Let’s get a better look at that ass, Mother,” I pant, “Enough men has paid for it.”

I cruelly flip her around. I keep her hands pin above her head. I pull up on the waist until the firm ass was arched high. 

“How often has a dick been in this ass?” I hiss hotly, “Did’ya charge extra for it?”

“Pleassse, Brad!” she moans trying to struggle out of my grip, “Don’t do this!” 

She had managed to twist onto her back. I push my thrashing mother back. A loud slap sounds. A firm thigh showed a bright red handprint.

“Owwwwwwww!” she yelps sobbing loudly. 

I recapture her hands. They once again were pin over her head. There was an unsuccessful effort to jerk them away.

“Leave those fuckin’ hands there or I’ll slap you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week,” I growl, “Now hold still bitch!”

No! Damn you!” She screams while fighting to break free of me, “You have no right to do this!”

My mother wasn’t a weakling. Years of competitive swimming and three times a week in the gym since high school kept her strong. The thrashing about had her almost off the bed. A couple of wild kicks at my cock did cause me to pull back slightly. 

“You goddamn whore!” I scream grasping the long black mane, “You git back here!”

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” she shrieks from the pain of being jerked back by the hair. 

She was slammed back onto the bed. The frame grunts from the impact. The slender body bounces on landing.

“You’ll not try that again!” I roar backhanding her twice.

She froze. Rivers flow from her eyes. An expression of fear appears on my parent’s face.

I jam my hands between a set of slender legs. The taboo cunt lips were fondled brutally by my fingers. My thumb rubs a protruding clit. 

My cock was so hard. I couldn’t wait any longer but I still had to show her who was in charge. I brush the knob of my cock against the forbidden pink lips.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Mom whines, “No, son! Please don’t do this!”  

I capture the sensitive skin between thumb and forefinger. I twist the little knob. It feels hot and wet

“Ooooooooooo,” she unwillingly moans. 

I force another French kiss. Her tongue plays with my tongue. I taste the sweetness of the taboo mouth. 

She was pressed deeper into the bed with my body. My hands move to the large breasts. I cup the hard nipples. 

I could tell the almost abusive touches excited her. My mother’s body trembles. She had stopped crying.

I slowly lower my mouth to suck in a full tit. A hot anxious tongue licks and washes an erect nub. I was getting more thrilled by the minute. 

“Grab my cock an’ jerk it!” I order in a growl.

To my surprise she quickly obeys. I feel a small hand wrap around it. A quick couple of strokes temporarily froze me.

“Oooooooooh,” I gasp, “You---, You’re----,” I could only mutter.

I force a set of athletic legs apart. The taboo pussy was in full view. I intently stare at the wet cunt. 

I place my hand over the one that was holding my dick firmly. I jack the hard tool with her hand. Her grip loosens. 

It was time to show who the boss was! I jump onto a flat belly. Before she could respond, I knee walk up the muscular torso with a stiff cock pointing the way. 

“Omigod!” she wails in dismay, “You’re not gonna make me do that!” Mom denies loudly. She knew what was up.

“Yes! Goddamn it!” I snarl leaning forward, “You’re gonna suck your son’s cock now!”

The stiff head presses against a set of ruby lips. Mom jerks away. With both hands I trap the flailing head.

“Nooooo-----,” she start to protest. “Ummmmmmmhhhhh!” A set of dark eyes widens in disbelief as a still very hard cock disappears into her mouth! The large shaft went in deep.

“Give in,” I threaten meanly, “Or I’ll shove deep!”

Mother suddenly stops resisting. A whore’s mouth begins to suck slowly. I was somewhat startled at this quick turn about. 

My hips move in a smooth rhythm. The repetitions increase with the rising pleasure feelings. This was an experienced cocksucker working my stiff rod. 

Feather-like touches gently massage a set of balls. They retracted quickly as the attached large cock got harder. Her mouth feels the vibrations of my pulsing dick.

Mom was wonderful. I knew her cunt would be just as titillating. She was going to become my lover this evening. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” I suddenly wail.

The expert blowjob was bringing me to a climax. Mom was working my cock with unrestraint technique. She had submitted to my will. 

“Oh god!” I hotly sigh, “You’re good, Mom!” The sensations rise higher. “You’re really good!”

My mother sucks even deeper. I could feel the sides of the forbidden mouth adhere around my pulsating shaft. A raven-haired head bobs back and forth excitedly. 

My ball sac tightens. My cock vibrates as I feel a river of sperm rush down the shaft. I was climaxing. My mother was causing it to happen!

She then tastes the taboo cum. The warm nectar races into her mouth. Instinctly she sucks drawing the forbidden sperm in deeper. Not a drop was lost. 

“That’s it, my sexy mother,” I groan in a pant, “Drink all my cum!”

I pump harder. She sucks deeper. It was pure pleasure how she was being such an obedient bitch.

She licks the withdrawling dick. A pink tongue flicks at the head briefly. I fall to one side of her.

“Why?” she moans, “Why did’ya make me do that?”

“That’s because, my dear sweet mother,” I answer sitting up, “I can be the best for you.”

I lean into her. My fingers insert into a wet pussy. The pastel lips are spread. 

“It’s time for your son to taste your love,” I softly say moving down the mature tight torso. 

I tenderly kiss the taboo soaked pussy. I heard start to lick the flesh slit like a lollypop. I pause to give special attention to a protruding clit. My other hand was caressing one of the large tits. 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moans and tosses her head back enjoying my tongue.

It was signs Mom was giving in to her rapist. Her rapist-son. I knew she would. I just had to push it to make it happen. 


Hard Lay



“Let go, Mother,” I urge, “Let me be your lover. I am the only man who truly loves you.”

My breathing was more rapid. My cock was getting even harder. I was seducing my prostitute mother. I was about to fuck the woman of my fantasies. 

“Omigod,” Mom sighs, “This is wrong. So damn wrong.”

“Like hell it is,” I hiss back, “If you can give up your pussy to strangers for money, you can give it up to your son for love.” 

Her mouth was saying ‘no’ but the body language was saying something different. She was becoming stimulated. Her hands were no longer preventing my touches. 

I insert my tongue deeper into the hot cunt. A pair of slender hips begins to move in conjunction to my lappings. I realize that a climax was getting ever closer. 

I shove my mouth harder onto the vibrating twat. She twists to the pleasure sensations I was giving. I move up to the clit and lick and wash the little dick. 

At the same time I insert a couple fingers in the oversensitive pussy. This was followed with a couple of quick deep thrusts. That did the trick!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screams grabbing my head. “No! Nooooooo! Oh god no!” she desperately yells giving a last minute protest. 

The woman’s body tonics and flexes uncontrollably. My face was covered with the warm forebidden love juices. A pair of slender legs constrict around my head. My mother finally collapses into the bed. 

I look at this raven-haired, dark eyed vixen heavily panting on the bed. She was magnificent! She was my mother and my lifelong desire. It was time to complete this seduction 

“It’s time you have my dick, dear mother,” I say moving over her. 

“Please,” she begs giving a doe like look. “Please, son, don’t do this!”

Tears return to the dark eyes. They roll down the rounded cheeks. It was one last entreat. 

I got to have this woman. Forbidden or not, I’ve wanted her for far too long. She was to be mine now. No more sessions of loveless sex. I would be the man to reintroduce passion into her life.

“Please no,” Mom bags in a whimper, “Please don’t, Brad. We---we’ve already done too much.”

“We haven’t done enough, woman,” I huskily disagree slowly pushing in about three inches. 

She was so dry I couldn’t get it in any further. I believe it was the shame was making the experience cunt so tight. I knew it was a temporary situation I could remedy now.

A rigid cock retracts and then pushes until the cunt juices begin to flow. My balls begin to tighten. I force her hands down and then used my entire body to press her against the sheets. 

“Ahhhhhhhh!” I grunt shoving deeper. 

My cock had now gone in completely. I lay down on top of my mother and start pumping slowly. She sobs heavily as I begin to thrust in earnest. 

After a minute or so I could tell she was ready. I pump my cock with purpose going deep. She catches her breath as I fill the quivering cunt completely. The sounds of a ball sac slapping against a taunt ass echo in the room. 

“No,” she gasps softly, “No! This isn’t supposed to feel good.”

My mother’s pussy was surprisingly tight considering her profession. The experienced cunt was gripping my cock like a vise. I grab both ass cheeks and start ramming hard. All of my bottled up lust explode. 

I let go of her ass and place my hands on a trim waist. Each thrust gives a resounding slap against a bouncing ass. I punish mom’s tight cunt with uninhibited plummeting. I watch with delight as a pair of large breasts jiggled playfully.

I bend down and give a long deep kiss. She didn’t resist. Mom was enjoying the good fucking I was giving her. 

"You make me feel great!” I pant breaking the kiss, “This is gonna be the most exotic fuck I’ve ever had!" I continue saying, "I promise I’ll always make you happy.”

This was our first passionate kiss. Her hips were rotate gently. My dick moves easily back and forth in the tight, taboo pussy. 

“This is sooooo wrong,” Mom sighs with wet eyes, “I’m such’a bitch!”

“No, Mother,” I say in a whisper, “You’re simply a woman who’s been long overdue for a real lover.”

Mom looks at me with a dark loving eyes. A smile appears on the angelic face. She was hugs me tight. A pair of athletic legs wrap around my back.

I knew Mom had accepted my love. My pelvis thrust faster. I pound away at the sexy love hole. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screams. “Iiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!” she wails with a humping pelvis. 

“Yes! Yessss! Yesssssss!” I yell out feeling the hot sperm rise in my ball, “I’m gonna cum, Mother!”

“Cum, my son!” Mom pants back, “Cum in me deeply!”

We were now lovers. Taboo lovers. We had become real lovers. Not rapist or victim. Not mother and son! But honest-to-goodness lovers!

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!” Mom shrieks into the room, “I’m cummmmmmin’!”

I couldn’t hold it any longer. I blast into her in one strong orgasm. It was so powerful I could see stars. I fill the quavering cunt fully.

I could feel her juices merging with mine. The love hole was a hot sheath of lust.

At last I could feel my balls pulse again. I was going cum again! Spurt after spurt of my juices shoots into the forbidden cunt. Fluids seep out of the pulsating pussy.

“Yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee!” I scream as the climax apex. 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Mom lets out a faint gasp tightening legs around my waist.

Her orgasm grips my cock tightly as it releases in waves. Shudders racked her body. I roughly hug her as the orgasm subsides.

I kept moving inside her gently until the climax ends. I lay spent on top of my mother. Her large titties mashed against my chest. We gently kiss.

“You really are a nice little fuck mom,” I whisper into her ear. 

“I hate you for what you just did,” Mom responds.

“No you don’t,” I disagree, “You love me an’ needed me in you.”

“We can’t do this again,” she states in a firm voice.

“Yes we can,” I flatly predict, “an’ you will.”

“I’m such’a evil woman,” she whimpers rolling away from me “I am nothin’ more than a cunt.” 

I look at the slender back. Mom then went into a balled position crying. She was a victim of rape. I was that rapist.

I pull her next to me. I was really feeling guilty about what had just happened. My arms surround the mature shaking body.

“Mother,” I apologize in a soft voice, “I’m so sorry for what I’ve done.” I honestly offer, “I’ll turn myself in for punishment.” I promise, “I won’t tell ‘em about you or your business.”

My mother turns over in my arms. She stares with those dark brown eyes. Her face shows compassion I really didn’t deserve. I roll onto my back. A raven-haired head lay on my chest. 

“Please don’t do that,” her say into my chest, “Just hold me, my son.” She adds placing a leg over mine, “We can decide what to do tomorrow. Just hold me now, my love.”

We held each other tightly. I wondered what the punishment would be for my crime. We soon fell to sleep wrapped in the each other’s arms. 

The next morning I had awoken in an empty bed. Mom had already gotten up. It was still a question of what she was going to do next. Maybe she was calling or cops or something like that. 

My concerns mellow when sniffing the air. Breakfast was being made. She was in the kitchen. 

I place on a set of pajamas and robe. I then move downstairs. There the woman was in all her beauty. She was making breakfast and even humming a tune! 

She was dressed in a loose sweater, which didn’t hide that magnificent chest! A tight short skirt, which emphasized those rounded hips and curvy legs. My parent was the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known.

“Oh!” she startle seeing me, “I didn’t see you there, Brad.”

“I didn’t mean to scare ya, mom,” I apologize. 

“I thought you might be hungry,” she states placing a couple of eggs on a plate, “I know I am.”

I move closer to mom. Her actions were surprising. I had to know what she was feeling.

“Mother,” I start to say, “about last night. I----,”

“Last night just happened,” she interrupts. Then orders, “Sit down an’ eat your breakfast.”

“But I need to know what gonna happen now,” I insist sitting down.

“Honey,” she says looking directly at me with those dark eyes, “Last night two people made love.” She quickly adds, “An’ you were right.” 

I was stunned at this admission. Mother wasn’t upset at all! She was very serene! 

“I had no business followin’ some out-of-date morality code I haven’t accepted in years.” She leans into me saying, “I do love you, Brad.”

She gives me a quick kiss. 

“But I think we should take all this very slowly,” she suggest pouring a cup of coffee, “I think we should last night behind us an’ move on.”

“What about your business?” I ask.

I received a loving stare from my beautiful parent. My question stirred some serious thoughts. I hoped she would be telling me that it was going to end.

“I know you don’t wanna hear this,” she tells slowly, “but I have to continue on with an entertaining coordinator for just a little while longer.”

“Mother,” I ask disappointedly, “do’ya really have to continue that vile lifestyle?”

She moves back to me. A slender set of fingers comb through my hair. I could smell my parent’s sweet aroma as she bent forward.

“It won’t be much longer, baby.” She softly promises, “I won’t be doin’ any more really radical parties. I’ll make sure you’re not here when I do have clients in the future.”

“Mother---,” I start to say.

“Please, baby,” she insists, “We need to drop this conversation for now.” Mom adds, “There was no wrong in our actions.”

I could tell in her eyes last night wasn’t a regret. I knew at that moment this was my woman. I stand up.

“Baby,” she ask stepping back a little, “what are you thinkin’?

“I’m thinkin’,” I answer taking her in my arms, “how beautiful of a woman you are.”

“You’re my son---,” she starts to repeat.

“An’ your lover,” I interrupt bringing her closer. “You don’t regret last night,” I challenge, “because you liked it.” 

"Honey, no," Mom protest weakly. 

My lips were inches away from hers. My hands brush along a slender back. I feel my cock hardening.

"Brad, we can't do this---," she start to say when our lips brush. 

Mom’s body was trembling. She was almost nervous as I. We kiss deeper. It turns into a mutual French kiss. 

She only offers a token of resistance to the embrace. My hands were on her hips. We squeezed tighter. 

Her arms go around my neck as our tongues did a tango of lust. My hand clutches a tight ass feeling the rounded cheeks through the thin materiel. She was wearing a thong. 

I grind my hips into her. She grinds right back. Last night was only the beginning.

I lower my mother to the kitchen floor. The loose sweater was tug over her head. A crimson satin bra was expose.

I close a right hand over a large breast. An erect nipple jumped at my touch under the flimsy material. I massage and pet the large mound. 

"Oh Brad,” she sighs, “We can't do this.” Again, she halfheartedly protest, “We hav’a stop. We can't do this again."

"Janice---,” I didn’t like the sound of that, "Mother, we can do this,” I kiss her neck admitting, “I love you just too much not to do this.” 

Mom froze for a few second. Then suddenly my robe is push off. Then a set of nervous hands begins unbuttoning my shirt.

“Omigod,” I moan feeling her kissing and licking my firm chest.

Mom gently kisses and sucks my nipples. My cock was hard. My breathing quickens, as a pajama top was remove. 

Mom ran hands all over my chest, back and arms. She kisses and licks everywhere. The resistance to our lovemaking had dissipated. She was accepting the taboo lust. 

The forbidden full lips feel wonderful. Mature hands move lower. She stops at the elastic waistband.

I reach beneath her. My excited fingers unhook the thin bra. It lifts away. 

Mom's breasts were even more beautiful than the night before. The dark nipples stood proud. A pair of large titties heaves enticingly.

Starting at the skirt top I begin kissing my way up the flat stomach. A fast tongue licks and teases a sensitive belly button. 

"Omi, Brad,” Mom groans feeling me flick the stiff nipples, “Oh, honey! Oh honeyyyyyy.”

The twin mounds were held in two excited hands. I softly blew hot air on the dark nubs. Mom's body involuntarily heaves upward. 

My mouth captures a nipple. I suck it deeply. I teasingly nip with my teeth. 

"Gawd, honey," Mom huskily sighs, “Gawddamn that feels good.” 

All inhibitions seemed to be gone. My throbbing cock is seize through the PJ bottoms. She fumbles in the effort to push the pants down. 

“Oooooooooo,” Mom moans louder.

I suck and nibble at both nipples with a faster motion. I skim over the skirt. Her legs couldn’t open far being in the tight garment I work the heel of my palm against her crotch. 

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee,” she moans in almost a scream.

The massaging my cock increases. I left a trail of fluid across her leg. Mom was humping my palm. A slick, wet spot appeared on the skirt’s surface.

Mom lifts up a tight ass so the skirt could be taken down. The snug garment is tug over a set of curvy legs. A pair of red thong panties and pantyhose came with it. 

My eyes widen seeing this taboo body in the daylight. I hastily kick the pajama bottoms off. My dick was rock solid now! 

I kiss her hard gliding an excited palm over a hot, damp pussy. There was just a spared raven-hair muff that covered the red, glistening lips. I couldn't believe how beautiful this cunt was. 

"Omigod Brad!" Mom cries out feeling two fingers enter her. 

It was a tight fit. The nervous cunt adheres around my digits. I pump slowly. 

I suck on the raising breasts while working my fingers in and out. I move downward until I reach the beautiful love slit. Mom shoves a very wet cunt into my mouth.

I spread a set of trim lips. Her pussy was extremely wet.  Mom was already on the verge of climaxing. 

“God! Omigod!” Mom squeals as soon as my tongue touched her, "Oh my God! Omigod!” she shouts louder.

Her hips and pelvis lift and falls with my tongue-lashings. Love juices flow from the hot cunt.  My mother was cumming.

“Brad honey!” she pants, “Please don't stop! For God’s sake please don’t stop!"

I suck the protruding clit wildly. My fingers pumps unrestrained. She was squirming all over the floor. 

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she screams with a convulsing body, “Eeeeeeeoooooooo!”

I remember last night the forced climax was strong. This was harder and more powerful. It was one being cause by love and passion. 

“I’ve haven’t been made to cum that hard in years,” Mom pants.

She lays sweaty and trembling on the floor. I move over her, cock in hand. Mom strokes it, opening those dark eyes to look at me.

My macho part was brimming with pride. I was glad I could make my whore mother cum more explosively than any john ever had. I knew at that moment she would let me lick her forever.

"Honey, I still have my doubts,” she genuinely admits, “I do want you an’ I do feel guilty for wantin’ you.”

"It'll be okay.” I confess in a loving tone, “I love you Janice Cooke. I want you so bad. I need to be inside you.” I move between the athletic legs pleading, “Please, mother, don’t stop now."

Those gorgeous dark eyes glimmer. She gives my body the once over. Then a very beautiful smile came to that angelic face.

"Please take care, Brad,” she cautions, drawing my cock toward her, “You're much bigger than what I’ve had lately." 

"I’m bigger than you’re use to?" I ask with a mixture of both surprise and pride.

"Yes, honey,” Mom gasps as I entered her, “You’re fuller than most men.”  

I was still amazed how a tight fit it was. Mom's mouth was open wide as my cock palpitates inside the taboo pussy. I kiss her allowing the wet cunt to adjust. 

The vaginal muscles grasp my hard shaft. Trim hips thrust upward. Slowly I pump back at deep into her. 

"Jeezus, honey, it feels so wonderful!” she pants, breaking the kiss. I feel nails claw at my back as she lustfully urge, “Don't hold back anymore! Give it to me! Give it all to me!"

"I love ya, Mom." I say, but now differently than the million times I'd said it before.

"I love you too, Brad!” Mom groans, “Oh, Godddddd!" 

I start pistoning my cock into her. I was determine to give Mom all the loving that could be given. This was my object of fantasies and now my lover.

She moves with me as I pound. We bounce in unison stroke for stroke. I ram as deep as possible. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” she moans loudly, “Damn! This is so fuckin’ goooood!”

This forbidden cunt was so wet, so tight. The sensations raging through my body were more than the night before. I only slow down as to not to cum. 

There was no desire to finish yet. I want to feel Mom's velvet pussy grip as long as possible. This day would be a continuation of last night. Only love would be the driving force this time.

Nails dig deep into my back. Mom's feet are planted firmly on the floor. She thrust back insanely.

“Oh gawd!” She shrieks as a climax raises, “Ohmygod! I’m gonna cum!”

Her body contorts with the pleasure waves. A raven mane blindly flails back and forth. A silent scream forms with the ruby lips. 

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!” she shrieks as the climax takes her body.

Vibrating cunt muscles massage my cockshaft. They milk my rod with every orgasm. It was difficult for me not to cum.

She goes flaccid. I fall on top of the glistened body of sweat. Mom's breasts move steadily. 

We lock into a long kiss. We begin to French. Mom’s and my tongue dance a lustful tango.

"Honey,” Mom breathes, “You didn’t cum yet?” 

“No, Mom,” I tell, "I wanna stay inside ya just a little longer."

"I'm not complainin’,” she coos, “You feel so good.” 

It was her first acknowledgement our fucking was more than physical. She just admits this was an act of love. My fantasy woman was now my woman.

“Keep makin’ love to me, Brad.” Mom whispers hotly, “Only your father has ever dominated me like this." 

I look up at the clock on the kitchen wall. I couldn’t believe how long we had been at it. We have been going it for over an hour. 

"I'm cumming in ya this time, woman," I hiss.

"No, honey,” she says pushing me off her, “Not in my pussy,” I roll onto my back with her following. She slides down my body saying, “Cum in your mother’s mouth this time.”

She pops my cock right into a hungry mouth. Mom sucks my hard shaft deep. This high priced whore was using all her carnal knowledge to give me a fantastic blowjob.

"Mom, you’re---," I couldn’t say anything more. 

The sensations from that pleasure making mouth were overwhelming. I haunch back on the descending head. I was fast reaching a climax.

My balls tighten. A river sperm rushes from them. My cockshaft tingles with thrills. I had never cum so hard in my life. 

“Ooooooooooooh god!” I rave wildly, “Ohhhhhhhhmygod! Mother you’re a fantastic cocksucker!”

I explode. Mom keeps her mouth locked over my cock. Wave after wave squirts. 

My cum runs from her lips. It covers my pubic hair. Mom did not stop until the last bit of sperm had exit my rod. She then sucks my member clean before letting it go.

"That was truly the best session I’ve ever had,” Mom professes looking up “I love you so much, honey."

"I love you, Mom,” I pant, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you."

We both lay on the kitchen floor almost beneath the dinner table recovering. The coldness of the linoleum tile was now noticeable. I had to get up. 

Mom offers me her hand. I accept it. I not only lifted her off the floor but cradled her into my arms. 

"Oh, honey," she yips as her feet leaves the ground.

I carry Mom upstairs. We move to her bedroom. When I enter a cold reminder of how last night happened.

Standing there, I momentarily froze, looking around. I had been such a bastard. Yet it all seems to be turning out for the better. We were two people in love.




Hard Lay



I drop her onto the bed. I gaze down at the mature body lying there. I had never seen a more beautiful creature. This was my mother and my fantasy lover. I couldn’t have been luckier. 

I crawl onto the bed. I move between Mom's legs with a hard cock pointing the way. No time was wasted as an erect fuck stick rams right into a very wet pussy.

"Oh, Brad," Mom gasps wrapping legs around my back, “I love you so much.”

We made love all day long. Mom’s sexual appetite was voracious. I was just as hot. As the sunset we fall asleep naked in each other's arms. 

I was awoken with my cock and balls tingling. I open my eyes and watch my mother lapping me like a lollypop. I saw her raven head move forward and feel my cock slide into her mouth. 

Mom brushes a stray black lock from her face. She gazes up at me watching her. The rhythm is picked up.  

“I love you, Janice,” I moan. 

“I love you, Brad,” she responds letting go of the stiff dick.

“I need to be mountin’ you,” I say starting pull her up.

"No, baby." Mom says, straddling me, “It’s my turn to mount you.” 

My prostitute mother teases her cunt with a couple of fingers. Within seconds it drips love juices. She was getting it soaking before taking my hard cock inside. 

“Ooooooooooooo,” I groan feeling the taboo cunt slide down my shaft.

“You have the most wonderful dick I’ve ever experienced, son,” my mother hiss sexually with closed eyes.

Soon we were grinding together. She pushes downward. I hump upward. It was a marvelous feeling. 

"Yes, Brad, yes!” Mom groans, “You feel so great inside me." She starts humping faster moaning, "Your father was the only man who could fill me like this when I was on top!” With a long black tress waving like a pom-pom, she declares in a screech, “I’m bein’ fuck by my son an’ lovin’ it!" 

Mom’s cunt muscle clasps me tightly. A pair of firm hips thrust madly. A set of large breast was lower. Two dark hard nipples are present for sucking.

The woman I had to rape the night before was now a bitch in heat. She was enjoying this incestuous fuck session with unabated lust.  She gyrates and rocks on her son’s cock inhibitedly. 

Mom was riding hard and fast. I arch off the sheets to meet this forbidden cunt. She was impales as deep as possible humping wildly. 

It was greatest feeling my cock had ever had. I let go of a nipple and interlace her outstretched hands with mine. It gives her the balance to ride me harder. I had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time we would fuck this way. 

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!” she wails arching a slender back, “Sweet Jeeeezus!”

The taboo pussy vibrates around me. It tenses and flexes on my invading stiff shaft. Love nectar oozes between the cunt lips and my cock.

"Bradddddddddddd!” Mom cries loudly, “I’m cummin’!” She huffs with a black mane flailing, “I’m cummmmmmin’ hard! I’m explodin’!”

Hearing my mother say those words drives me wild. I couldn't hold back much longer. I start fucking mom harder. 

  "Yes! Oh Yes! I’m gonna cum again!” she wails opening wider, “Fuck mommy! Fuck mommy hard!” She pants loudly, “Mommy wants her little boy's cum!" 

  I could feel my cock enlarging. She knew I was about to explode. My experienced mother begins to wiggle a very wet pussy up and down as I fuck back. 

“Ooooooooh!” I groan, “Ahhhhhhhhh!”

My hips drive harder into her pelvis. She responds by hunching upward giving me full access to the taboo cunt. We bounce in unison. 

  "Oh yes!” She yells, “Do it babe! Shoot that hot cum in Mommy's pussy!" she screams blindly. 

  The sperm in my balls boil to a climax. It rushes down my shaft at extreme speed. With one last savage thrust I shoot a hot load deep inside her pussy.

“God yes!” I scream, “Oh yes! Yes! Yessssssssssss!” I wail blindly into the room.

Mom buckles hard against my pulsating cock as the forbidden sperm splashes inside the quavering cunt. It fills her pussy with hot cum. It was the most fantastic sensation I had ever feel.

  "Ohhhh Gawd!” Mom yowls insanely as the pleasure thrills capture her body, “You’re makin’ me cummmm again, son!” She hunches higher so I could have better access to her, screaming, “You’re makin’ Mommy’s pussy happy!" 

  It was a wonderful feeling knowing I had made my mother have a powerful orgasm. At that moment we both tense. She then collapses onto my body. 

We laid motionlessly, my cock still in her. We gasp catching our breaths. A sheen of sweat covered our bodies

“I’ve gotta be dreamin’,” I though feeling her hot and wet body next to mind, “It’s just to good to be true.”

Mom then slides off my soaked torso and onto the sheets next to me. A pair of dark eyes stared lovingly. A small hand strokes my damp cheek.

“Why did I wait so long to do this?” She professes in a low voice, “I love you, my son. I think I’ve always loved you like this.”

“I love you, mother,” I respond pulling her into my arms, “I can’t remember I didn’t love you like this.

We wrap up into a deep French kiss. I know she is my lover. I know I have her heart.

It no longer mattered if she was a whore or not. No matter how many pussies and cocks she would service, my dick would be the only one she would love. My mother was now my fantasy lover.

The next month we were constantly making love. There were days neither of us got dressed. My mother had become wilder and wilder with each fucking. There was no doubt I had released a sex-hazed genie from a bottle.

Mom continues to have the ‘meetings’. I had no objections to them. These sessions always made my parent horny. Which made her even better in bed.

This evening she was in a mood. I could tell because Mom didn’t stay with the normal routine. She would clean up the game room without delay then come upstairs. 

Tonight Mom immediately came upstairs. All garments were stripped off on the way to the shower. I knew she was hot-to-trot so I stripped of my sweats.

A few minutes later she came into the front room drying the long raven hair briskly. Her arms rose high in the air as the large breasts stuck out. The two fleshy mounds jiggled delightfully with every movement. 

I watch my sexy mother gawking at the mature curvy, toned, and smooth body. It was still amazed this sexy female was my lover. The mom had lived up to everything I had ever fantasized about her. 

She drops the towel giving me an unrestricted view of that mature body. Mom then grabs my hand. I was led to the bedroom. 

We had been making love two and three times a day. The fun part was she usually initiated the action. There were times I thought I couldn’t put out what was needed.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I obediently follow my mother as she guides me by the hand. My stiff dick bounce proudly while watching a heart-shaped ass sway back and forth.

Mom crawl onto the bed cat-like. She actually purred while moving to the center of the bed seductively. Her every move was feminine and graceful.

I edge up next to her. We lock into a sexy, deep kiss. No words are exchange. Both knew how to compliment each other’s movements.

Mom breaks the kiss. She quickly sits up and mounts my chest. A curvy leg is position on each side of my head. My face is straddle the athletic gams. 

She leans forward, mashing a set of large tits against my hard stomach. I feel her hand wrap around my hard cock. She bends the head towards a set of wet lips. Soft kisses are place the head ever so gently.

“Oooooooooh!” I involuntarily moan.

I shiver at the tender contact. It was times like these that made me glad she was an experienced whore. The woman just knew what and how to make a man shudder.

My hands glide up and down my mother’s sexy hips. With feathery touches my fingers move over the soft smooth flesh. My lips lightly skim the inside of the athletic thighs. I then work my way upward. 

I could see that the petals of my mother’s glistening pussy were wet and glistening. My tongue laps the engorged lips. I feel a set of athletic legs quiver around my head.

“Sweet God!” Mom groans around the head of my cock. 

She releases it and looks over a left shoulder. A large smile appears on her face while watching me. Then a pair of soft lips presses against my budging cockhead. This is follow with a very experienced lips sliding very slowly down the length of my stiff rod.

“Sweet Jeezus!” I moan feeling the warm mouth encapsulate my cock.

She slithers up and down my hard dick. My mother gives the finest blowjobs in the world. Then she doesn’t just suck my rod, she makes love to it.

I went back to work on the taboo cunt again. I soon found a stiff clit just inside the inner folds. Greedily I capture it between my lips. An anxious tongue circles it and the smooth underside.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Mom squeals.

A wet pussy was driven further into my face. A set of slender hips gyrates slowly. I could feel her body tremble from my touches. 

A coating of sweat covers us. We press deeper onto the other’s body. Both of us were in a fevered lust. 

A set of dark hard nipples grazes against my stomach as a raven head moves back and forth slightly. A hand is brought up and gently cups and massages my balls. A hot mouth now inhales my entire cockshaft with each repetition.

Her mouth around my rigid unit had me seeing stars it feels so good. My mother’s soft hands rub my balls. I blindly arch as the pleasure making mouth retracts.

I squeeze a set of rounded ass cheeks. My tongue thrusts deeper into the taboo pussy. It swivels quickly in small circles.

“My god, Brad!” Mom squeals letting go of my cock, “I’ve never feel this horny in my life!”

I suck and lick the protruding clit even faster. She pushes back against my face with a very wet cunt. I was being drench with love juices. 

“I need ya so, my handsome boy!” Mom states hotly suddenly swinging around, “I need ya deep inside me again!” 

She straddles my pelvis. A pair of smooth thighs rubs against my muscular legs. An excited hand reaches down and grabs a hard teenage cock. It was then led to a very pink and wet cunt. 

I place a middle finger on her clit. It was rubs roughly a few times. Mom tenses.

“Omigod!” she huffs biting a lower lip. 

Mom pushes a hot pussy down inserting my very erect cock inside the taboo love hole. Small hands rest on my muscular chest for balance. A tight cunt skates down my full length.

This was such a beautiful sight. My hot mother, her body glistening with sweat, lowering herself down. She wants her son’s stiff rod with unrestricted lust.

Her pussy feels tight and wet around my cock. It moves with a deliberate slow pace to enhance the pleasure. I arch my hips upward to maintain deep penetration.

“Gawd!” I groan loudly, “I love you so, Janice Cooke!”

All nine inches of my cock was inside my mother. Keeping her eyes shut tight, a sensitive clit was grinds into my pelvis. Her hands interlace with mine. My arms are forced above my head. A pair of large tits proudly dangles inches from my mouth. 

“Oh! Ohhh!” she respond as I captured a hard nipple. “Ohhhhhhh gawd!” I suck deeply on it. “Yes! Yes! Of all that's holy!”

“Mom,” I say releasing the nipple, “you feel so fuckin’ good!” 

I alternate between the two large tits. I tease the dark nipples with my mouth. This causes her to move faster on my very rigid manhood.

I respond by thrusting upward faster. I delight in the feel of the taboo wet cunt. My hips lift off the sheets with each repetition.

“Yeeeeeeeeessssssss!”Mom squeals, “Yessssssss, baby! That’s sooooo good!”

That was taken as a cue to move a little faster. Releasing my hands, she sat up. Those firm hips rotate quick circles to match my tempo. 

“Oh motherfuck me!” she exhales, “Oh god---it's---sooooooo good!” 

I drape my arms roughly around her back. I press her downward. I hungrily catch one of the hard nipples in my mouth. It is sealed around my lips as I twirl my tongue around the erect nub. 

“Mmmmmhhhhhh,” I moan. 

My hands grip the tiny waist tightly. I pull back until only the head of my cock was in her. Releasing the wet nipple I look up confidently into my mother’s dark almond eyes. I hold her firmly preventing any moving.

Mom was gasp at the suddenly halt. She tries to move. The firm body couldn’t budge in the restricting grip. 

“D-Don’t stop!” she stutters, “Dontcha dare s--stop!”

I smile up at mom before looking down between the valley of the big breasts. My shaft was glistening from the forbidden cunt. I could feel my cockshaft vibrating from the rushing blood. I suddenly flex my legs and jack hammer into her.

Mom’s eyes bulged as all nine inches of a taboo cock thrust into her repeatedly. I enter with such force my heavy balls slaps against a lower ass. A pronounced “whack!” echoes in the room. 

“Iiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!” she screams lowering a raven maned head onto my shoulder. 

She grips me tightly. A set of dark eyes glazes over as sexual lust captures her beautiful body. Her hips bounce and a firm ass jiggles with each powerful plunge.

“Fuck me son!” Mom yells hotly, “Fuck me hard!” She wails with eyes closed, “Don’t hold back! I’m a whore’s whore!”

At that moment I was glad we lived so secluded. My mother’s screaming was at a fever pitch. I had unleashed a sexual lust from my parent lover.

I wasn’t too civilized at this time either. The smell of my mother’s sex was like a drug. I nip on a rounded shoulder as my balls continue to slap loudly against her.

My mom’s lust was in control. Her body shivers and trembles with the waves of pleasure I was causing. She humps back on my fuck stick wildly.

“God, I’ve never been this wet!” she huffs, “I feel like a teenage girl gettin’ her first dick!”

She was incredibly wet. A mature cunt leaks fluids like a lawn hose. Mom was a fantastic piece of ass! 

Regaining some self-control my fervent mother place a series of tremulous kisses on my neck. She nuzzles me and licks my ear. Then our lips graze slightly. 

Our kiss becomes more passionate. Moist lips press urgently against mine. Our tongues dart together in hot lust. 

“Mmmmmhhhhhhhhh,” she moans into my mouth.

I lost tempo for a moment surprised by the zealous lip lock. Quickly my relentless pounding start again. I caress her smooth skin, ass and lower back, with excited hands 

Mom releases the kiss! A long black tress flings wildly. A set of trim hips humps unabatedly against me. 

“Ohhhh motherfuck!” She begins to moan in a hiss, “Fuck your mother raw!” Mom scream again! Your such'a g-good boy!” She wails blindly, “Ohhhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhhhh!”

“Damnit, Mom!” I pant, “You’re one insatiable fuck!”

I had to halt for a few seconds to get a second wind. It was the first time in my young life a woman had me out of breath! Mom giggles as I roll us over. 

Lying on her back I marvel that this dark haired beauty’s body. This taboo woman was still the sexual icon that she had always been. She was even better than any fantasy I could ever dream up!

Suddenly I grip the small ankles. I lift up a set of long, lovely legs and spread then wide. Mom’s taboo cunt was fully at my mercy.

“Hold your legs.” I command while ramming back into her.

“Omigod! Mom moans while obediently holding the curvy legs apart, “You’re so fuckin’ wonderful, Brad!” 

I grip her waist while leaning in. Mom smiles as I begin to thrust deeply. Her wet and very tight cunt was even hotter!

“Mmmmmmmhhhhhh,” she moans biting on a lower lip, “Yeah baby! Don’t s-stop! Go harder!” 

My mother’s toned smooth legs remain spread. Her firm inner legs caress my thighs. A pair of perfectly rounded tits jiggles and swings in small circles as I pump deeply. 

My eyes trail down this forbidden body. Her shiny pussy encase around my cock shaft with a warm wetness. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen

I grip her by the waist again. My hips rotate in small circles. My pelvis grinds against the taboo clit. 

“Oh Gawd! Right there, baby!” she gasp as a climax rises, “M-Momma gonna cum!” She groans humping back on my cock.

Her knees pull up next to my waist. A set of large tits crushes against my chest. Mom at first chews a bottom lip and then does a silent scream.

I want to please this woman more than anything else now. Moving just a little faster and pushing a little harder I want to hear those pleasure screams again. Grabbing the soft sweaty tits I pinch the nipples. I continue to give short quick strokes.

A pair of dark eyes becomes huge while arching into me. The large breasts are forced into my hands. A set of sexy legs envelop around my waist.  

My mother’s hot body convulse beneath me. An orgasm shakes her with waves of pleasure. Her ruby mouth forms an ‘o’ of a silent scream.

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!” The wail becomes audible. She squeals, “Ahhhhhhhhhhh Fuck! Fuckkkkkkkk!”

My mother’s pussy tightens and quivers around my cock. I pump the full length in deeply. Again, the whacking sounds of my balls reverberate. Her thighs squeeze around me almost painfully.

“Sweet Jeezus!” she pants, “Oh all that’s holy!” Mom shrieks clamping tightly to my humping body, “I’m cummmmmmmmmmin’! I’m cummmmmin’ hard!”

I was proud beyond belief. I was bringing my fantasy lover to her strongest climax. My gorgeous mother was convulsing underneath me uncontrollably. I was making her happy as I had promise.

Then I feel my balls tighten. I was ready to send more sperm into her forbidden cunt. Waves of pleasure suddenly capture my body.

“I’m gonna cum, Mom!” I grunt through clinched teeth, “I’m gonna fill your sweet pussy up!” 

We both tonic and flex as thrill waves control our muscles. As voracious lovers we were experiencing a magnificent twin climax. We apex in forbidden lust.

Mom releases me from the vise grip from my waist after a final session of tighten muscles and trembling flesh recede. We fall apart. Our bodies a sheen of sweat and love juices.

Gasping for breath Mom smile at me. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever been with. Slender arms stretch while yawning. 

“That was the most incredible orgasm of my life!” she huff, “I can’t imagine ever not bein’ your lover, Brad!”

“Neither can I, Janice,” I respond.

We roll into each other arms. Our wet bodies smash as one. We engage in a hot French kiss.

“Fuck me in the ass Brad, please,” Mom ask breaking the kiss.

“What?” I yap, pleasantly surprised.

“Fuck me in the ass,” Mom repeats hotly. “I wanna feel your cum fill my ass.”

“You tell me that you didn’t like bein’ butt fucked,” I remind.

“No,” Mom corrects, “I say I don’t like bein’ rammed up the ass unless it is by someone very special.”

“I’m special that way?” I ask full of pride and feeling a returning hard on.

“I love you that much, my son,” she answers softly stroking my cheek, “An’ that makes you the only man since your father to have that much love from me.”

“I love you that much as well, mother,” I say in almost a whisper, “An’ I never want to stop lovin’ you.”

We kiss again. This time my parent’s sexy body press tightly against mine. I could feel every inch of the forbidden hot flesh caress me. 

At that moment I know Janice Cooke was my permanent lover. She would always be the woman in my life. She would be my eternal soul mate.

“Get on your hands an’ knees, mom,” I huskily order. “I wanna do’ya doggie style.”

She quickly turns over. A pair of athletic legs open. A beautiful, firm ass arches as an offer. 

I move up behind her and place three fingers in the taboo anus. I could see that beautiful raven-haired head laying sideways on a pillow. Her body shivers with my probe.

“I never thought I would ever find a man so special I would offer my ass to again.” Mom confesses in a wavering voice, “Oh Bradley Cooke, I love you so much.”

That was such a beautiful and sincere statement. It was also a reminder that my bastard father had been the only man to butt fuck her. And that was over nine years ago!




Hard Lesson



Trying to control my semi-hard erection is proving difficult. I am going to have to egg-on this dumb girl into drinking my 'special concoction' since she obviously is able to hold her liquor...and I can see why my cousin Rebecca is so jealous of her. I am going to enjoy teaching this perky little bitch a lesson.

I bet she will never forget tonight! Look at her...she came to this house party dressed in a bodysuit and a flannel shirt... her flannel has already come off, and she is proud of the way her body looks in the skin tight one piece that is all she has left on. It won't be too hard getting her out of it. Man is she cocky.

She keeps looking my straight in the eyes, like she has nothing to fear. Is she even flirting with me? She is standing close enough to me that I can smell her freshly shampooed hair. I hope all of her smells this good. She is dancing to the music Rebecca's playing, I'm going to be a gentleman and hand her a drink instead, maybe I can get her alone willingly and that will make taking this cunt even sweeter.

Rebecca even says her name with disdain...Elizabeth. Such a show off, she downed the glass I handed her. She asks me where the bathroom is as she stumbles a bit to the hall way, and I take no time in leading her into my trap.

Right here, I open the door, but stop her and I lean in to kiss her, maybe I shouldn't do this. If she kisses me maybe...fucking little bitch laughed at me and turned her head handing me her thick ponytail right into my waiting palm. I grasp it and grab her elbow with the other. Quickly I push her into the bedroom it is ready like a spider web waiting for a defenseless fly... I lock the door high above her head, but I still have her by the hair. Pushing her up against the wall, my other hand circles her throat. I whisper her my promise.

I tell her that if she is a good girl and does what I want without causing any problems, me and the rest of the guys here will leave her friend that she came with alone. It's a small party, but enough of us to do lots of damage. Elizabeth agrees, and becomes very still. Damn this girl has great tits, a small waist and a big ass, not to mention a pretty mouth. Too bad she didn't give it up on her own. I slide one strap off her shoulder and yank it past her just turned18 year old flesh, switching hands, keeping control of that handy ponytail, I pull the other strap down. I reach down to suck on her nipple, and she makes her move, not realizing I added a little something to her drink. A valium. Her muscles are weak and not really cooperating, she tries some of her karate bullshit on me, but it don't work I'm ready for it. Fuck me I wasn't looking out for a left hook, the pussy fucking punched me.

Rebecca said this bitch could fight! All the better, now I won't feel guilty at all. I nail her on the jaw, and catch her limp body as she slumps. After dragging her body to the bed, I grab my knife and cut the rest of her revealing one-piece off of her. Wow her ass is so round...I think I'll start there. Sticking two fingers into the Vaseline I have waiting under the bed, I lube up her asshole, and my dick. Oh wow, this fit is so tight it is almost hurting me. I rest my full weight on her and ram myself in to the hilt; I guess that woke her up! She screams out but she's muffled by the pillow her face is shoved into. I lay on her as she turns her face and tell her if she screams again, I'll make her watch as her friend gets gang banged. Her bowels try to force my cock out unsuccessfully, I'm slowly fucking her big round ass, and she's crying. Not so funny now is it bitch? Tell me is this the first time your ass has been fucked? She admits that I am right. I start thrusting harder. I knew it. Fuck I'm cumming and greasing her tube. You like that bitch? She shakes her head. I pull back on her hair till she can barely breathe and I ask again. This time she says yes. I pull my semi hard tool out of her gaping asshole and watch as my cum gushes back out of her.

Am I done, ha not by a long shot? Grabbing each hand I pull them together at her waist and lock my cuffs on her. Let's see the bitch try to fight now...Grabbing her ankle I flip her like a fish to be gutted. I straddle her chest and those big high tits pinching her nipples till she has to clamp her jaw shut not to cry out, I leave my marks on her sucking all around her titties. I then present her with her next task. I pull open her mouth and spit in her mouth. I laugh at her and tell her to swallow it. She does. I hold he face in my hands and lick the side of her face leaving her wet with my spit.

Grabbing another handful of hair I pull her up to sitting, standing above her I put my cock on her face, with the warning that if she so much as thinks about biting me both girls will never see daylight again, and I show her my knife. Her eyes wide she opens her mouth. I put my dirty dick in her mouth and tell her to suck it good or else. She is slow to it and is grossed out by her ass filth mixed with my sticky semen.

With my knife I push into the top of her areola of her right breast twisting the blade and dragging it down cutting her, and she gets busy slobbing off my knob. I'm hard again, so I push her down on the bed and knee her legs open grabbing her pouting lips I pull them apart and flick her clit with my middle finger as hard as I can making her flinch and lose color in her face.

Pinching her pussy lips till my bruising show I slap her tits and mound till they are bright red. Picking up her feet I bend them into her chest and start to fuck her hole. She needs a little help so I smear more Vaseline on her and stuff myself into her cunthole. Well she wasn't a virgin, but close to it I think, I begin fucking her young new cunt telling her what a whore she is. I pull out of her only to push it back into her swollen butt hole so I can watch her face as I damage her. Feeling close to the edge I stand up and shake out my jizz all over her body like a toilet. From her shoulder I pull her onto her side and smear her face with my juices from her body. Look at you, you're a filthy little cunt whore. You are used and no good. Maybe know you will not act so stuck up. Maybe the next time a man tries to kiss you, you won't turn your head and laugh.

I un-cuffed Elizabeth and put her over my shoulder and threw her into the shower. Maybe the guys want a turn...I need a beer.



Hard Lesson



My eyes locked onto the bright red "D" emblazoned at the top of my test.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered. 

Ms. Watanabe spun around on her heels. "What did you say?"

Chuckles erupted from the desks around me. I was caught off guard and froze. It was the worst possible reaction. She stomped to her desk and scribbled frantically.

"Jason, please escort Brin to the office."

The linebacker slid out of his chair as I gathered my things. My eye caught a flash of red as she handed Jason a piece of paper. Ugh, it was the dreaded red reprimand slip. Sadly, I was very familiar with them. I followed Jason down the hall and pondered my situation. For once I wasn't trying to be disruptive, yet here I was.

Jason paused at the office door. "Man, you can't get out of your own way. You riding the bus today?"

"Yes, I am," I replied as I patted my pocket. 

Jason grinned. "Cool, I hear Sara's going."

I couldn't stop my smile as I stepped into the office and took a seat. While I waited my eyes swept over the room. Two secretaries sat at chic, new desks frowning at large, flat-panel monitors. Over the past two years everything in the office had been replaced with something new. My feet sank into plush, immaculate carpet as I waited. The modern, frosted glass door swung open.

"Mr. Wren, in my office now," barked Ms. Patrick. We settled into our usual positions, with her behind her elegant wood desk and me, in no man's land on the other side, in a small chair that wanted to tip precariously to the left. She tapped a pen against her full bottom lip.

"So, you called Ms. Watanabe a bitch. That's a new one for you."

"I didn't. It's just a misunderstanding," I replied and tried to keep any whining tone out of my voice. She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. My mouth stayed shut. I'd learned that sometimes, being quiet was my best defense.

"I understand you have a ticket for the prep bus." 

A bad feeling grew at the back of my throat. "Yes," I croaked. The prep bus was the last cool extracurricular activity the school sponsored. All others had been eliminated by budget cuts or liability concerns. It was a ride on a school bus filled with my classmates to watch our football team play our most-hated rival. 

Every student looked forward to it each year. So many kids wanted to go that the school instituted a lottery to distribute the limited amount of seats. I'd won mine on the second-to-last draw. The ticket had sat on my desk at home under a protective piece of glass. I hadn't dared touch it until today. Ms. Patrick pressed her intercom.

"Lori, who's first on the alternate list for the prep bus?" She never broke eye contact with me.

"Shawn Dunston," Lori replied.

"Please contact him and let him know a seat has opened up and he will be participating." She released the intercom and stared at me. I felt my cheeks heat up. She stood and slipped out of the office. I stewed in my own frustration.

"You can't take my ticket! I've been looking forward to this for weeks," I sputtered when Ms. Patrick reentered the office.

"Brin, you will spend the rest of today with me. Then, for the next two weeks you will have detention. I've spoken with Ms. Watanabe and she has graciously volunteered to oversee it. You will complete any extra work she assigns you. If you complete your detention without incident, I might see a way to avoid mentioning your use of that rather unsavory word in your file."

"But the bus," I whined.

She fixed me with a level look. "Mr. Wren, I find the best lessons are often best learned when a measure of discomfort is involved. Please gather your things and return here."

I sat in the lobby of the office with my book bag at my feet. Shawn arrived and showered the secretary with thanks as he picked up his ticket. He noticed me as he started to leave.

"You going, Brin?" He asked. I shook my head. "Wait, am I getting your ticket?" I gritted my teeth. Not only had I lost my seat, but my biggest rival would be replacing me.

"Yeah, you got my ticket." 

A wolfish grin spread across his face. He had way too many perfectly white teeth in his mouth. "I'll say hello to Sara for you," he said as he slipped out the door. That bad feeling slid down my throat and settled heavily in my stomach. I was called into Ms. Patrick's office a short time later and I swear one of the secretaries smirked at me when I passed. 

As the scheduled departure time of the bus approached I sat glumly in the immaculately organized office that smelled lightly of lavender. Each tick of the clock felt like a hammer blow driving a nail into my soul. The cheers of students and the sounds of the band penetrated the office walls.

It felt like my heart stopped and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I swear I heard an amused snort from Ms. Patrick as she tucked her hair behind her right ear. Forty-five minutes after the bus departed my sulking was interrupted by a crisp command.

"You may go, Mr. Wren. Remember, your detention time starts on Monday."

I gathered my things and thankfully had the presence of mind to grumble after I was outside the building. My two weeks of detention ground by at an insanely slow space. Ms. Watanabe had an assignment for me each day that was due at the end of our time. I wasn't allowed to read or work on my other assignments. 

Every few days Ms. Patrick dropped by and the two would chat while giving me amused smiles. I kept my frustration under control. The last thing I needed was to make matters worse. When I left the building on my final Friday of detention it felt like a shadow had lifted off of me. Early Saturday morning my phone rang. With bleary eyes, I answered.

"Hey Brin, Marie called in sick. Could you come in?" asked Mike. He was my boss and a decent guy.

"Sure, be there as soon as I can," I replied. It wasn't how I wanted to spend my first Saturday out from underneath my detention, but the chance at extra money was hard to pass up. After a quick shower and a frantically consumed breakfast, I arrived at work. With a list of rooms in my hand, I grabbed the cleaning cart and got to work. Mike's motel was older, but he worked hard to keep the place neat and in good repair. 

The first four rooms were easy to clean and I was ahead of schedule. When I opened room 14 I noticed a purse on a chair by the door and two black duffel bags on the floor. I shrugged it off. People left items behind all the time. I cleaned the bathroom and then moved further into the main room. There was a small shiny object on the carpet. 

When I got closer I realized it was a small key. I heard a muffled sound and my head snapped up. To my astonishment there was a woman on the floor by the bed. She was face-down with her hands cuffed behind her back. Bed sheets were wrapped around her lower body. From what I could see, she appeared to be naked as a jaybird. She must have gotten tangled up while trying to crawl to the key. I crouched down in front of her, brushed shiny, auburn hair away from her face, and looked into a familiar pair of green eyes.

"Hello, Ms. Patrick."

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. Panicked sounds came from behind the red ball that filled her mouth. As I untangled her from the sheets I noticed a black leather band with a metal ring was buckled slightly above each ankle. The rings were connected with a double-headed clip. After it sunk in that my principal was bound and helpless at my feet I set about a closer examination. 

Her skin was smooth and soft with a slight smattering of freckles here and there. Ms. Patrick was very fit. In fact, her muscle tone made me a little self-conscious. She had an hour glass figure; I found myself admiring her hips. They struck me as very womanly as they flared nicely from her waist and ended with a pert backside. I gave it a slight smack with the palm of my hand. This drew an indignant grunt from her. For the past two years she had been a constant source of frustration and anger to me. It hadn't occurred to me to consider her as a woman. I grabbed the key from the floor and slipped it into my pocket. 

"Don't go anywhere," I said over my shoulder as I stepped outside. I asked Mike not to book the room for a bit. He gave a concerned look, but I explained nothing was wrong and that I simply needed more time with it. I dug around in my car until I found my camera. I chuckled at the coincidence. The only reason my camera was there was due to an assignment from Mrs. Markham the previous week. I pulled out my phone and thumbed in a number.

"Hey Mark, it's Brin. Could you grab your kit and swing by Mike's motel? I promise it'll be worth your while."

I pushed the cart in front of the next room and returned to 14. Inside the door I paused as my eyes fell on the duffel bags. It seemed a good idea to check them out. They contained soft ropes in different colors, darkly colored metal bars, and other items I didn't recognize. I fished the driver's license out of the purse and propped it up next to Ms. Patrick's face. It took some tinkering to ensure that her worried face and the name on her license were both clearly visible. Then I snapped a wide variety of pictures from different angles. I plopped down next to her, turned my camera around, and showed her several pictures on the display.

"The camera likes you Ms. Patrick," I said. She frowned and gave a derisive grunt.  The concern on her face was quickly becoming apprehension.  A soft knock at the door drew me away. Mark eased into the room with a large case in each hand.

"So, what's up? It's early man," he groused. Then his eyes locked onto Ms. Patrick. "Oh, that's awesome. You need to call me more often." We took a few moments to discuss what I had in mind. Mark listened, nodded, and interjected with advice.

"Now Mark, she may struggle a bit, but don't worry she's into that sort of thing," I said and locked eyes with Ms. Patrick. Mark pulled out a marker pen and tapped a line of dots up the lobe of her ear.

"A couple extra ear rings would fit her," he said. The marker left blackish-green dots over her right eyebrow and in the curve of her left nostril. "We could do her tongue. Guys rave about it. I've even had women come in to get it done for that reason." I gave Ms. Patrick a smile. She was looking a little pale and sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead. "Oh, how about a Monroe?" Mark asked. "We could do it here, here, or here." Three dots appeared in different places across her top lip. I smiled inwardly. It was indelible ink and Ms. Patrick was going to have to cover up these dots with makeup until they faded away on their own accord. 

Mark's eyes drifted down her body. He rolled her right nipple between two fingers. "Man, we gotta do these. Rings would look fantastic. I've got a bunch of styles you can choose from." Ms. Patrick started to squirm, so I placed a steadying hand on her upper chest. Mark made a set of dots on each side of her nipples. His fingers traced down over her stomach. "She's in nice shape. She in her thirties?" I nodded. He tapped out marks around her navel. "Some jewelry here would make her look younger. A nice bright crystal would complement her coloring."

His fingers traced down below her navel. "I don't know enough about doing anything down here. I can refer you to a friend, though. She's good and knows her stuff. Pretty creative too."

"Thanks, I'll think about it. Let's do what I talked about," I said. Mark busied himself with preparing his equipment. I moved to Ms. Patrick's head, tilted it to the left, and brushed her hair away from her ear. "Hold still," I whispered into her ear. 

Mark moved quickly and efficiently. Within a few moments Ms. Patrick had a nickel-colored bar through the upper portion of her ear. The natural curve of her ear hid most of the bar, but two shiny bulbs marked the anchor points. I smiled. With her habit of tucking her hair behind her ear, she'd be flashing her new decoration quite frequently. "If you want today to remain between us, that will stay where it is," I whispered into her ear.

I walked Mark to the door, pulled some money from the purse, and handed it to Mark. "Will that cover it?" I asked. 

"Yup. Thanks man. Feel free to call me anytime," Mark said as she slipped out the door. 

I dug around in the duffels until I found the items I wanted. After some adjusting of my camera's flexible tripod, I set it on the carpet and aimed it at my bound principal. With a quick flick of my fingers the timer was set. My father had talked me into this camera over a cheaper one and man, I owed him big time.

With nervous, shaky fingers I strapped the shackles onto her wrists and clipped them together. Then I pulled the key from my pocket and undid the cuffs. With gentle pressure I pulled Ms. Patrick into a sitting position. Carefully, I unclipped her wrists, pulled them forward, and clipped them to her ankle cuffs. She struggled a bit when her wrists became free, but I was able to maintain control.   

I rolled Ms. Patrick over so she was face down in the carpet. The binding between her ankles was undone and her knees pushed apart. With a nervous gleam in her eye she watched over her shoulder as I undressed. Her eyes widened when I pulled down my underwear. "Don't worry, Ms. P. I'm legal," I said and gave her backside a little slap. With one hand firmly on her ass I rubbed myself through her slit. I almost laughed when I found she was wet. I lined myself up and pushed. Her eyes closed, her back arched, and she gave a low moan. The timer on my camera ticked and snapped a picture. I shook my head in disbelief at the perfect timing.

I gave her a couple heartbeats to adjust and then resumed my advance. With both hands firmly gripping her hips I slid home and paused to savor the moment. I was balls-deep in my nemesis of the past two years. It was the best feeling of my life. I'd tried some of the recreational drugs Mark had scored, but this was better than all of them by far. I gave an extra little thrust of my hips. This drew a grunt out of Ms. Patrick, which I took as a good sign.

After I was done savoring the moment I started moving my hips. In a short time I'd established an enjoyable rhythm. With my right hand I took a firm grip in her hair and pulled her head up. "Smile for the camera, Ms. Patrick." She shuddered and clamped down on me. I smiled and shook my head. Bumping into her on Monday was going to be fun. After a few minutes I decided it was time to end it. If I tarried too long I might draw Mike's attention. I took a firm grip on her hips, pushed in deep, and climaxed. 

I slumped to the floor. It took me a few moments to catch my breath. Once my heart stopped pounding and my breathing returned to normal I went to the duffels and pulled out a rather sinister-looking item. Ms. Patrick's eyes widened and her nostrils flared as I tapped the business end against my left palm.

"My dear Ms. Patrick, you've been very sloppy. It was careless to allow yourself to get caught like this. To serve as a reminder to be more careful in the future, I'm going to paddle your ass. I find the best lessons are accompanied by discomfort."



Hard Lesson Learned



Chrissy knew she was in serious trouble, but she was so mad she didn't care. She was wet, muddy, and pissed off. Her day went from great to horrible in what seemed liked only minutes. 

Chrissy woke up about an hour later than she had planned, but it didn't bother her so much, because it felt great to sleep in. After slipping on one of her Master's t-shirts over petite frame she went downstairs to fix herself some breakfast. On the table she found a note from him asking her to please pick up the dry cleaning and then if she got all of her chores done she could skip making dinner and just order out whatever she felt like. She smiled to herself thinking that was sweet of him to let her have a small break in her daily chores. 

Still smiling she sat down at the table with her toast and juice and looked through the ads in the paper. Her favorite clothing store was having a huge sale and she wondered if she would have time to go shopping. She looked around and saw some dishes in the sink, and knew there was a pile of laundry that needed to be transferred from the washer to the dryer. She knew she should do all of her chores first, but was too anxious to get out of the house and have some personal time to shop and do what she wanted. She figured she would have plenty of time to come home and finish before Marc came home. 

Chrissy rushed upstairs to shower and get dressed. She settled on a flowy pale yellow skirt, and a white low cut top that complimented her firm bust. Throwing her long brown hair up in a clip and slipping on her sandals, she tossed her wet towel and pj's on the bed and bolted out the door. 

Needless to say Chrissy was feeling even better. She had a great time shopping and was now singling along to the music in her car. She had found a wonderful outfit, with a great pair of shoes to match and some stunning jewelry all for a fantastic price; and she had plenty of time to spare. She was so excited she had to show her friend Molly. She called her making sure she was home and then made the thirty minute drive out to her friend's country home. 

Thinking back, this was where she realized she should have cashed in her chips and taken her winnings. She hadn't noticed how long she and Molly were talking until she looked out the window and saw that it was getting darker. She said her good byes and sped down the road to hurry home. 

She hadn't even gone 5 miles when she saw the red flashing lights in her mirror. "Dammit" she thought to herself, "there are never cops out here." Marc was going to kill her, she was late and to top it off she just received a 150 dollar speeding ticket. "Stupid cop," she thought to herself, "he must be gay; show off my cleavage for nothing." She waited until the sheriff drove off and started her car again to pull out. 

She swore when all she heard was the spinning of a tire that was stuck in the mud. Chrissy got out of the car to dig herself out wondering the whole time how she was going to explain herself to Marc. Digging through the mud she became even more upset. Her manicured nails were ruined, her outfit filthy, and her pale smooth skin looked like it hadn't been washed in ages. Having no towel on her she climbed back into the car mud all over the seats and steering wheel. Just another thing for Marc to punish me for she thought gloomily. Thank God, nothing else happened to her on her way home, however she almost whished something had. She pulled up next to her Master's car and groaned, dreading to go inside.

With her bags in one hand and keys in the other she opened the front door as quietly as she could hoping he would be in his office and she could sneak upstairs to tidy up real fast. He wasn't. Chrissy was met with a look that made her want to turn right back around and run. His blue eyes were as bright and blue as she had ever seen him. They always seemed to get brighter when he was mad. He didn't even give her a chance to completely lock the door behind her. Grabbing her arm he yelled "Where the hell have you been? I have been worried sick! Then I call Molly to see if she has heard from you, and she told me that you left her house not even an hour ago! I come home to a messy house, you are not here, no note, no phone call, and then I find out you were at a friend's house showing her the new clothes you just bought. It's obvious I have been too lax in things and you think you can just do whatever you please whenever you want. Well that is going to change. You are in so much trouble!" 

Maybe it was her nerves being tested all night long, or the fact that he was yelling at her and she was already at her wits end, but she lost it. She stared right back into those eyes with her own bright blue eyes, yanked her arm free from his powerful grip and yelled back at him.

"I am tired, dirty, and wet and cold! The least you could do is stop being so damn brutish and let me go get cleaned up. I will get the rest of the house cleaned when I am good and ready, and if you would stop being an ass for a moment, you could order dinner while I'm doing everything else!"

There was a moment of silence where both of them were too shocked to speak. His shock, unfortunately, didn't last as long as hers. She could have kicked herself. What in the hell was she thinking? She knew she crossed the line and was really in for it now. She started to sputter out an apology, looking down at the floor and trembling. He shut her up quickly by grabbing a hold of her tangled muddy hair. He wasn't pulling hard, just enough to control her head movements. 

"Look at me Chrissy." 

She couldn't bring herself to look up at him again; those eyes spoke volumes, as well as the increasingly severe wrinkle that was making his tanned smooth face look incredibly fierce. 

"I said look at me," this time guiding her small chin with his hand to pull her face upwards. He stared at her nervous form for a moment then slapped her across the face. The slap brought tears to her eyes and she just stood there quietly crying. 

"You acted a like a child today. Doing what you wanted, disregarding the rules, then smart mouthing me as if I did something wrong. You completely ignored the fact that you were at fault the whole time! You didn't think at all today with any of your actions. You acted on impulse and selfishness. Well young lady, you want to act like a spoiled brat you will be punished liked one. Get upstairs and wash up. Don't blow dry your hair just pull it back into a pony tail, put on a pair of panties and nothing else, and then come downstairs." 

She whispered a "yes Sir," then quickly walked upstairs to do as he asked. Chrissy cleaned up as fast as she could, donned a pair of light pink panties that made her small round ass look very inviting, and went downstairs to find him sitting in a dining room chair that he had pulled into the living room. In his hand was his belt that he had taken from his pants. She felt very much like a young child who was getting ready to get punished. And he reminded her very much of her father when he was mad. He had the same stern look, handsome features, and strong hands that were good for both hugs and spankings.

"Pull your panties down just to above your knees, then lay over my lap." Her hands were shaking as she pulled her panties down and tried as gracefully as she could to lay herself over him. Her face and neck burned with embarrassment at being in this position. "If I think you are squirming too much or crying out too loudly, I will start your punishment over again. You will get 50 hits with the belt." Normally he would start off with his hand, slowly and gently spanking her, gradually working his way up to harder hits with the belt. He liked working his way up. He liked massaging her soft butt and feeling the heat radiate off of it from his spankings. However today, he gave her no prepping; he just laid into her tender back, butt, and legs with the belt.

It took all of her strength not to scream out and fight him; instead she resigned herself to crying softly but uncontrollably while she gripped his muscled calf and gritted her teeth. She felt totally ashamed when she heard him admonishing her on what a bad little girl she had been, and how disappointed he was in her. By the time he was done spanking her, her fair ass was fiery red and had welts all over it. Her face was soaked with tears and she was shaking. He touched her bottom to feel the warmth and she jumped in pain. He rubbed over her welts for a few minutes then felt between her legs. He shoved two fingers into her waxed pussy to find that it was dripping wet. "Quite the little slut aren't we? Maybe that was more reward than punishment, hm? He pulled out his fingers and wiped her juices all over her face, then fingered her roughly again. "See how wet you are Chrissy?" he asked as he shoved his fingers into her mouth. "Suck!" he demanded. She sucked his fingers, tasting herself and blushing because she had gotten so wet from such a severe punishment. He shoved her off of his lap and onto the floor. He grabbed her by her pony tail and shoved her face in his crotch, "Look at my pants! You got them all wet. Lick your cum off of my pants and make sure you get every drop." It hurt her tongue to lick the rough fabric but she did it until he unzipped his pants and took them off as well as his boxers. He didn't say anything, just grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth. She was never able to get him completely into her mouth, and he was usually considerate of it, but right now he was fucking her fiercely. She was choking and gagging but he didn't stop until he was close to cumming. He shoved her so she was sprawled out on the floor on her back. He straddled her and jerked himself off until he came all over her clean face, breasts, and hair.

After catching his breath he grabbed her hair and pulled her so she was standing in front of him. Her eyes were downcast and she was a mess. Her panties were tangled around her legs and her thighs were wet with her cum. Her nose reached the middle of his chest but she felt even smaller and more contrite standing in front of him covered in his cum. She was the picture of a lovely submissive. "You have done very well little one and you are almost through, but first you are going to have to think about everything that happened today and how your behavior was very disrespecting to me and to our relationship. You will stand in the corner with your nose touching the wall, and your bottom sticking slightly out. Your legs will be spread so your panties can stay around them. Your hands will be clasped behind your back resting on your butt. You are to remain like that until I tell you otherwise. You may not talk, look at me or anything else, other than the corner, or attempt to wipe any cum off of your body at all. If you do, I will use a whip on every inch of your body, is that clear?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good, now let's go." He gently grabbed her pony tail and made her walk to the corner, telling her not to let her panties fall. She had to practically waddle to achieve this. She made it to the corner and got into the position. She felt him kiss the sensitive part of her neck softly and then heard him sit back down and put in a movie. 

She cried to herself, ashamed of her behavior and humiliated and sore. All she wanted to do was run to his strong arms and be held and comforted by him. She needed to know he still loved her and was still his. She heard the movie playing behind her and recognized it as her favorite porn that they would watch together as foreplay sometimes. She grew increasingly wet listening to the tape and had to control herself not to squirm or rub her legs together. She could hear him breathing harder as he rubbed himself and wanted desperately to feel him inside of her. It must have been half an hour when she heard him call her name. She turned around and looked at him. "You make take off your panties and come here."

She walked over to him, praying her punishment was over. "Sir, I am truly sorry for my behavior. I disrespected you, and was very selfish. It will never happen again, I swear to you." 

"I know you are sorry, and you are forgiven my little brat." However if you ever act that way again, the punishment you received today will pale in comparison to the one you will get." "Now I am very proud of you, you took your punishment very well, and I can think of nothing I want more than to take you upstairs and make passionate love to you." He smiled at her and gently kissed her on the lips, then picked her up in his arms and carried her upstairs. She cried against his chest in sheer joy and love.

He laid her gently on the bed and smiled when he saw her grimace when her bottom touched the sheets. He turned her on her stomach and proceeded to kiss every inch of her neck, back, butt, and legs. He moved back up to her neck nipping and licking her most sensitive areas, all the while sliding two and three fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She was squirming and moaning on the bed; thrusting her hips downwards to meet his hands. "Do you want to come little one?" he asked. "Please Sir; I need to cum, please!"

He lifted her hips then sank himself into her warm pussy. Using her hair as a hold he pulled on her pony tail as he fucked her. She was meeting his every thrust, clenching down trying to hold off her orgasm until he gave her permission. "Please Sir, I'm desperate! I can't hold out much longer," she cried. "Cum!" he commanded her. She knew she couldn't have waited any longer even if she wanted to. She screamed out in relief and pleasure. Her juices flooded over his cock and her pussy squeezed it tightly. He could no longer hold back either and pounded into her one more time before grabbing a hold of her shoulders and cumming inside of her. He collapsed on top of her and they rested for a while before both of their stomachs started to growl. She giggled and he gently swatted her sore butt and handed her the phone. 

"Here call in for pizza, anything you want on it, but no peppers, or I'll make you answer the door naked and as you look right now." She laughed as he went into the bathroom to clean up thinking how much she loved this man. Smiling she called the pizza company and made sure to order a pizza with sausage and extra peppers. 



Hard Lessons



Part 1

Some wonderful sensation was drawing Marilyn Milano out of her deep sleep. It took a moment for her sleep-fuzzy mind to recognize what it was - someone was tenderly licking and sucking her right nipple. She smiled inwardly. Jonathan must be having trouble sleeping.

The feeling of Jon's warm, wet lips and tongue on her rapidly hardening nipple was exquisite, and Marilyn gasped quietly in response. Jon paused briefly, probably checking to see if she was awake or not. She kept her eyes tightly closed, and he returned his attention to her sensitive nipple.

Marilyn was floating in that peculiar half-awake, half-asleep state where every sensation was miraculously heightened. Her body responded with a will of it's own, and she put her arm around Jonathan's neck and pulled him closer, arching her back and pushing more of her eager tit into his mouth.

Now he knew she was awake and that she was enjoying what he was doing. She felt him sucking harder, and he gently began to nibble on her pencil-eraser sized nipple. Marilyn moaned, urging him to continue.

Jon pulled back from her breast, and she groaned in protest. He quickly consoled her with a lust-filled kiss. The taste of his lips and the sensation of his tongue exploring her mouth quickly fueled her passion, and she trapped his tongue in her mouth, gently sucking it.

She knew that drove him crazy. He had told her once that it reminded him of what she liked to do to his cock when she had it in her mouth. He confirmed his enjoyment by moaning into Marilyn's mouth, and he began tenderly caressing her long, luxurious hair and tracing the curve of her face with one finger.

She pulled her lips away from his, and leaned back so she could study his face in the moonlight streaming through the window. She couldn't make out the beautiful clear blue color of his eyes, but she could see the desire that they reflected.

Jon shifted his weight slightly and Marilyn could feel his firm erection brush against her leg. That one tiny bit of contact made her shudder with anticipation.

Marilyn was still trapped in that twilight between waking and sleeping, and every move and every feeling had an amazing fantasy-like perfection to it. She involuntarily hissed, "Oh yes, touch me baby."

Her lover's hands wandered over her body, stopping to gently tweak each pink-brown nipple to full attention. Even though her pussy hadn't been touched yet, she could feel herself growing wet between her legs.

She reached down and ran her fingers over her moist labia, then moved her hand over to stroke his hardened cock with her wet fingers. Jon's hips thrust forward, grinding his erection into her palm.

Her clit was aching for attention, so she begged him to touch her there, half- moaning and half-whispering in his ear. Jon kissed her again and slid his fingers down her stomach, teasingly slow.

Finally his hand moved down through Marilyn's neatly trimmed pubic patch, and she moaned loudly as his fingers trailed down over her sensitive labia. She sucked in her breath through her teeth as he parted her aroused pussy lips and effortlessly slid two fingers into her slippery wet slit.

After wetting his fingers, Jon lifted them to Marilyn's mouth where she sucked all traces of her sweet fluids from them. "I know you love the taste of your pussy," Jon huskily whispered.

Marilyn murmured her agreement, and Jon moved his hand back down between her legs, quickly burying his two fingers back inside her cunt, clear up to his knuckles. With his thumb he began flicking Marilyn's already hardened clit.

She was moaning uncontrollably, her hips rocking back and forth, fucking his fingers. She gripped his cock tighter, and stroked it's full length with the same rhythm as his pumping fingers. Marilyn loved the feeling of every bulge and vein of his rod sliding through her fingers. She marveled at how something could be so hard yet so silky soft at the same time.

Jon once again leaned over and clamped his mouth over Marilyn's ripe nipple. The tongue lashing of her tit and the amazing feeling of his fingers fucking her was pushing her quickly over the edge toward climax.

He sensed that she was going to come but apparently he had other ideas about how she was going to get there. He abruptly pulled his hand away and repositioned himself, and Marilyn could feel his swollen cock pressing against the entrance to her aroused pussy.

Marilyn spread her legs wide and locked her top leg over his, expecting him to enter her. He pushed forward slightly, rubbing the head of his cock over her clit, not quite entering her, before pulling back again.

Between the precum oozing out of his dick and her free-flowing lubrication, Jon's cock head stroked her clit with a delicious wet friction. Marilyn tried to move against him, but he held her still and began to move faster, caressing her excited clit harder with the silky smooth end of his tool.

Each stroke of his cock over her clit brought her closer to the release she was seeking. Marilyn felt the climactic waves building in intensity and washing over her, and suddenly the hot tide of sensation pulled her under.

Her back arched wildly against Jon, and her entire body shuddered out of control. Marilyn could feel her pussy contracting and spasming, and she cried out with the dizzying force of her orgasm.

Just as the sensations began to subside, Jon jammed the entire length of his rampant cock deep inside her sopping wet cunt. He was more than ready to come, and he fucked her wildly like an undisciplined animal.

He kissed her hotly as he reached his goal. Marilyn could feel his cock swelling even larger, filling her even fuller. Just as he exploded and emptied his milky white cum into her, Marilyn climaxed again.

They lay there breathing hard, and they fell into a satisfied sleep with their arms and legs loosely entangled.

A few hours later when they woke at dawn, Marilyn smiled sleepily at Jon and said, "Good morning...again!!"

His sandy blonde hair was a tangled mess, and she ran her fingers through it as she kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Just in case you didn't notice," Jon said, "I love you, baby."

**********

After each of them showered, they sat down for a quick breakfast together before they went their separate ways for work.

As Jon ate his cereal and toast, Marilyn surreptitiously studied her boyfriend of six years. She swore he just got better looking every day. He was a big man, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on his bulky frame. He was six feet two inches and two hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle. He was physically intimidating, but his soft blue eyes revealed the deep river of kindness that ran just below the hulking surface. Marilyn liked to think of Jon as her gentle giant.

Marilyn felt a rush of warmth as she thought that in a few more months, they were going to take the big plunge and finally get married. By September, she would be Mrs. Jonathan Emory. They had been living together for over four years already, and it would be nice to make things official.

Jon had promised her a ring by the end of summer. Marilyn had found out by accident that he already had the ring and that he was planning on giving it to her on her birthday in July.

Marilyn couldn't be happier. She had been head over heels in love with him from the first moment they'd met, and now she could just imagine the years of bliss that stretched out before them.

Her mind wandered back to the first time she had ever laid eyes on Jon. It had been almost seven years ago, when she was just 24. She had been temporarily staying with her parents after her roommate had run off to Chicago with her boyfriend, and had left Marilyn high and dry without her portion of the rent on their shared apartment.

It had been very early in the morning, and Marilyn had been awakened by the sound of sirens, which was a rarity in their small rural town, especially given that her parent's home was several miles out into the Indiana countryside.

She had jumped out of bed, and looked out her bedroom window. She had been horrified to see that the closest neighbor's house appeared to be burning. Marilyn had instantly feared for the safety of Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, her parent's kindly neighbors.

Marilyn had pulled on a long robe over her short nightgown, and jammed her feet into the first shoes she could find - a worn pair of sneakers. She had run from the house and raced across the newly-tilled field that separated her parent's house from the Lawrence's property.

As Marilyn had gotten closer, she was immensely relieved that it wasn't the house that was burning, but instead it was the Lawrence's barn that was on fire. Just then, the fire truck from Springville's volunteer fire department had sped up the driveway, and Marilyn had seen a man jump from the still moving truck.

She had heard the fireman shout at Mrs. Lawrence, asking if there was anyone inside the barn. Mrs. Lawrence had replied that there were no people inside, but there were two horses and a week old foal that they hadn't been able to get out.

Marilyn remembered looking at the crackling barn and thinking that the horses couldn't possibly still be alive inside that blaze. But the fireman had broken out into a full run towards the barn, quickly disappearing inside. Marilyn had been terrified, frightened for the brave man's life.

It had seemed like an eternity, but a few moments later, the two full grown horses had come galloping out of the barn, apparently unharmed. Another minute later, Marilyn had seen a sight that she would never forget.

Backlit by the growing flames, Marilyn had seen the fireman, his face covered with soot, carrying the helpless young foal in his arms. She had thought he had looked larger than life, one of those heroes who got their picture on the front of hometown newspapers because of their selfless feats of bravery.

He had set the shivering foal down in the barnyard just as his fellow firefighters began pumping water on the barn. Mrs. Lawrence had run to the man, thanking him profusely, but his eyes were locked on Marilyn. She had thought he had the kindest eyes she'd ever seen, a startling shade of blue.

He had said a word or two to the Lawrence's, but Marilyn couldn't hear what they were. Then he had walked toward her, a broad smile on his smoke- blackened face. 

He had stopped in front of her and had said, "Miss, would you like me to have the guys hose you down when they're through?" With that, he had turned and ran back to help extinguish the barn.

Marilyn hadn't known what he had meant until she'd looked down at herself. Her sneakers and her robe had been covered with mud from the knees down, all from her run through the dark field.

She had gone home laughing, her head filled with images of the funny-brave volunteer fireman. She hadn't known until later that she had just met the future love of her life.

Their life together hadn't been perfect. There had been periods of financial troubles as Jon's contracting business had gone through some slow times, and there was the time he had totally wrecked her precious 1968 Mustang. It had been an accident, but Marilyn had been devastated. 

She had helped her father build the car, and since his death four years ago, the sentimental value of the car had been priceless. Now instead of just missing her dad she also missed the car that reminded her of him. The wrecked frame of it still sat in the large old shed that sat in the very back of their large backyard, waiting for the time when they could afford to rebuild it.

But there had been so many more good times than bad. She and Jon were the best of friends, not to mention the best of lovers. He made her feel safe and loved, and he was always there when she needed him.

Suddenly, she realized Jon had stopped eating his breakfast and was staring at her. "What are you grinning like an idiot for?" he asked.

Her face immediately turned pale pink when she realized she'd been caught daydreaming. "Was I grinning? Well anyway, if you must know, I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you."

"No, I'm the lucky one," Jon said with a sincere smile. He leaned over and gave her a sweet peck on the cheek.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" she asked.

"Today me and the guys are replacing the wood floor in the office area of the Presbyterian church. And don't forget, honey, that I'll be a little late coming home tonight."

"Oh that's right, Darren's celebration. Well, I hope you have a good time. And if you're not too late, I'll wait up for you," Marilyn said in a deliberately seductive tone. "I want more of what you gave me this morning."

"In that case, I won't be late at all! After a couple of beers, I'll be outta there. Darren will just have to celebrate without me after that." Darren Hollis, a master carpenter and Jon's best employee, had become a first-time father the day before and he wanted to celebrate by buying drinks for all his buddies down at Garvey's Tavern after work.

Marilyn's eyes were drawn to the clock above the kitchen counter. "Hey baby, it's getting late. We'd better move it!"

The quickly cleared the breakfast dishes and raced upstairs to get dressed for work.

Marilyn put on a few fast touches of makeup, and pulled her waist-length dark brown hair away from her face and secured it with a pretty tortoise shell barrette. She dressed for her job as Dr. Coltrane's office manager in a knee length navy blue dress. She added a wide red leather belt and matching red pumps. Her legs were naturally tan, and since the weather was warm she left her legs enticingly bare.

"You look beautiful, Mar," Jon said, looking her up and down appreciatively. He was dressed as usual for his contracting job in a pair of well worn blue jeans and a black t-shirt. His leather work boots were huge, and Marilyn often joked about him looking like bigfoot's little brother when he was wearing them.

"And you look so sexy," she said.

"Sexy? Dressed like this?"

"Yes. You look like a hard working man and there's nothing sexier than that!" She reached out and gave his large bicep a playful squeeze for effect.

They walked outside together, and shared a passionate goodbye kiss and a hug. Their hug was a little awkward due to the fact than Jon was nearly a foot taller than Marilyn, but they managed. 

They wished each other a good day, and Marilyn climbed into her red '69 Chevelle. She grinned at him through the window as her car fired up with a meaty growl. She waved, and sped off with a roar of the powerful engine.

Neither of them knew that the kiss and hug that they had just enjoyed would be their last for a long, long time.

**********

Jonathan Emory sat in the driver's side of his ancient pick-up truck and idly watched his fiancee drive away. He smiled as he thought about what a truly unique person Marilyn was.

She had inherited her pretty, petite form and her frighteningly volatile temper from her Irish mother. From her Italian father she had been gifted with her dark coloring and her love of fast, powerful cars. He wasn't sure which parent had given Marilyn her endless passion, but he thanked each of them silently anyway.

Jon had meant it when he had told Marilyn that she looked beautiful. To him, she always did. She was a tiny thing, only five three, and she weighed in at only a hundred ten pounds. She had a pretty face, with large, penetrating dark brown eyes, high cheek bones, a pert, slightly upturned nose, and a wide, sensuous mouth.

Marilyn's body was his obsession. She had flawless olive skin, a tiny waist, and perfect breasts. At least Jon thought they were perfect. They were on the large side of medium, and were topped with large, pinkish-brown nipples. She had lovely, toned legs, which were joined at the "V" of dark brown hair at her snatch, which she always kept impeccably trimmed. Her pussy was sheer heaven. She was smoothly shaved around her labia, a delightful entrance to her unbelievably tight hole.

As far as Jon was concerned, there was only one other woman in Springville who even came close to Marilyn's beauty. That woman was Carrie Jenkins. Jon would never admit to Marilyn that he found Carrie attractive. Marilyn and Carrie actively disliked each other, and he knew that Marilyn would not be pleased with his thoughts of Carrie.

Carrie Jenkins was a pretty 24-year old who was a regular patron at Garvey's Tavern. Jon had first met her when she was 15 or 16, back when he'd had a few dates with Carrie's older sister, Laura. He remembered thinking even back then that Carrie would be a heartbreaker when she got older. Even at her young age she had been a terrible flirt, not to mention pleasing to the eye.

Carrie had developed an immediate crush on her sister's handsome older boyfriend, and through the years she let Jon know how she felt every chance she got. She had made it clear that she was available to Jon any time he wanted. Jon had never taken her up on her offer, at first because she was too young, and later because he was with Marilyn.

Jon was surprised at how difficult it was to continually resist Carrie's advances. She looked like a Barbie doll come to life, with platinum blonde hair, a lean slender form, and large round breasts that she dressed to accentuate to the fullest. It seemed that she just oozed sexuality from her very pores.

He recalled the time when he and Marilyn had run into Carrie at the movie theater one Saturday afternoon. Carrie had run up to him squealing with delight, and had thrown her arms around him like they were long lost lovers.

Marilyn had not been amused in the least. Jon had thought that Marilyn was going to try and kill Carrie right then and there, but he had been able to extricate himself from Carrie's grasp and pull Marilyn away before she lost her temper completely.

Carrie had apparently enjoyed that little scene, because since then she had flirted shamelessly with Jon whether Marilyn was with him or not. One of these days, Jon feared, the two women would end up in a full blown cat fight.

Jon shook his head, clearing his mind of thoughts of the two sexiest women in town. Time to get to work. He started his old Ford pickup and pulled out of the driveway.

It only took about 15 minutes to reach the heart of Springville, and he drove into the parking lot of the Presbyterian church. His crew of four workers, including Darren Hollis, was already there and waiting for him.

They got right to work, doing the dirty job of removing the old wood floor in the office area in preparation for laying the new floor. It was hard work, and the day flew by quickly.

Later in the afternoon, Jon took a break and gave Marilyn a quick call at the doctor's office, just as he did everyday. He asked her how her day was going, and she replied, "Quiet and uneventful. Just another day in a small town. It's time for us to seriously liven things up, baby."

Jon laughed. The slow pace of small town life was a common joke between them, and Marilyn was referring to their favorite antidote for it - a hot sex session to stimulate the senses. Jon went back to work happily anticipating their time together later that night.

He and the guys called it a day at about 5:30, and by then Jon was ready to relax and have a beer or two. They all headed over to Garvey's Tavern, and it wasn't long before Jon found himself in the middle of a raucous impromptu party. Apparently Darren was so happy about the birth of his first son that he was inspired to buy rounds of drinks for everyone in the bar.

Jon enthusiastically joined in the celebration, downing one free beer after the other. He and everyone else in the place was having a great time, and he quickly lost track of how many brews he drank. He was already very buzzed when about an hour later somebody started putting shots of whiskey in front of him.




Hard Lessons Ch. 01



School was finally over and I was stunned when I got my final grades, all my goofing off and having fun I failed English. The principal brought my mother down to the school and they made a deal to where I could still graduate with my class, but I had to take summer school.

This sucked I had just turned eighteen before the end of the school year and our families annual two week camping trip was coming up as well.

Wait a second maybe they would leave me home and I would have the whole house to myself. I followed my mother out of the office and out to the parking lot, I waited as she took my new baby sister out of the stroller and in to the car seat.

As we drove home she was very quiet, I could tell she was pissed off for me screwing around all school year and now having to do summer school. I went to turn on the local hard rock station and she reached down slapping my hand away from the dial.

"Mitch, I'm very disappointed that you did not show responsibility in your school work and you did not keep your promise to your father and I on bringing your grades up." She said.

"Sorry mom." I sighed. "So what are we going to do about summer school and the annual camping trip?"

"I will talk to your father and we will let you know later." She replied not looking at me.

We got home and I went straight up to my room, I lay on my bed just staring at the ceiling for almost an hour. I heard footsteps in the hallway and then a knock on my door; it was my mother wanting to come in. She waited for me to tell her to enter and she came in, she pulled the chair away from desk so she could sit down.

"Mitch, your father and I agree that you should not be able to go on the trip. So we decided that he will take your brother and sister with him so they don't have to miss out on it." She explained. "Furthermore the baby and I will stay home with you, I will make sure you pass summer school so you can go to college in the fall."

"Aw mom, I'm old enough to stay home by myself." I groaned.

"Well if you could have if you had shown us responsibility with your school work and kept your promise to do better" she said getting up from the chair. "Don't worry we will find time to have some fun too."

Great two weeks alone with my mother and my baby sister not only that I had to do summer school. Missing the camping trip with my dad and siblings, we always had a great time on the lake and sleeping in the cabin my dad had bought several years back.

Well the rest of the week passed and graduation day came, I was allowed graduate with my class. As part of my punishment I could not go to any of the cool parties the others kids were having. I was relegated to staying home, having cake and ice cream with some relatives that came to see me graduate.

The next week passed by quickly, it was next Saturday and it was time to leave on the trip. My dad and brother had all the gear stowed on top of the SUV; my sister had all the rest of various bags of groceries in the back. As my brother got into the front seat on the passenger side and my sister in the back seat, my dad stayed out to say good bye.

"Well Mitch, I hope you learn your lesson son." Dad said.

"Yeah this really sucks." I replied sullenly kicking the ground.

"Hey get done with summer school and maybe we will find time for a weekend fishing trip before you go off to college." He said trying to offer some kind of consolation.

"Yeah I guess that would be cool." I replied.

"Great." He said patting me on the shoulder.

My mother stood holding my baby sister waiting to say her goodbyes to my father; she had just gotten done with my brother and sister in the SUV. Even though I was the oldest at eighteen, my brother at sixteen and my sister at thirteen my parents were surprised by a little bundle of joy.

My father is forty five and is a very successful investment banker, he had just started at the firm twenty years ago when he met my mother who worked there as a receptionist.

She was five years younger than my dad being only twenty at the time; a few weeks ago she had just turned forty. Now he owned his own firm and this allowed my mother to stay home and be a full time mom.

"Bye Karen." He said kissing her on the lips. He then kissed the baby on the top of her head. "Bye Jenny."

"Bye Bill, drive careful and call me when you get there." She said. 

"Yes babe. I love you." He said kissing her again.

"Love you too." She said kissing him back. "See you in a couple of weeks."

We stood in the driveway waving good bye as the SUV backed out of the driveway and for the first time in twenty years my parents did not spend a vacation together. For the first time in eighteen years I did not go on vacation either, what a bummer. We walked down to the street and watched until they drove out of sight, we went back into the house.

"Well I'm going to get supper going." She said once inside. "Would you put Jenny in her play pen for me?"

"Sure Mom, then I is going upstairs to listen to music until dinner is ready." I said.

About an hour had passed and my mother called me downstairs for supper. The three of us ate out at the kitchen breakfast nook, it was pretty quiet which was unusual for our house.

"What do you have planned for tonight?" she asked.

"Not much, seeing how I'm grounded until I finish summer school." I grumbled.

"Oh well I will down here watching a movie off the cable if you are interested you can join me." She said.

"I might come down later." I said. "May I be excused?"

"Sure."

I left the kitchen and retired back up to my room, I think I had spent a couple hours up there and I was getting pretty bored. I came back down stairs and went into the living to find my mother sitting on the couch breast feeding the baby.

I had seen my mother do this on several other occasions yet never sat in the same room while she did it. She was very discreet about it, the baby blanket was positioned just right so you never really got a good look at one of her tits. I never really looked at my mom in a sexual way, yet one of my buddies told me that my mom looked incredible after having the baby.

As I plopped down on one of the chairs in the living room I actually took a look at my mother in the light of the living room. She has short brown hair, green eyes; her breasts had gone from their normal 36c to a larger 38d. The shorts she had on showed her long legs which were smooth and milky white. My buddy was right she was a beautiful woman and she did have a nice body after having the baby.

"What are you watching?" I asked. "Some lifetime flick"

"Yes." She laughed. She knew how my father, I and my brother dreaded those movies. "I tell you what let me get Jenny off to bed and then finish this movie, then you can find one and we will watch it together."

"Sounds like a deal to me." I said.

She carefully got her breast back into her nursing bra and then she burped the baby. She waited for a commercial, changed the baby and put her down in her crib for the night. When she returned she was carrying the monitor, she pressed the info button on the remote to reveal her movie only had fifteen minutes left.

"Mitch why don't you go out to the kitchen and pop us a big bowl of popcorn and bring us in a couple of cokes." She said.

"Sure mom." I said.

I went out and fixed our great big bowl of popcorn, poured a couple of cups of ice cold coke. I carried them in on a serving tray and sat down next to my mother on the couch. Her movie was over and she handed me the remote, I quickly skimmed through all the movie channels and then the pay per view. Finally I found a movie and we settled in to watch it, to my surprise my mother said it looks like I picked a good one.

The movie was full of action and adventure until about half way through it when the two leads had a passionate love scene. My face turned bright red as I was embarrassed to watch a man make love to a woman with my mother in the same room.

We watched the rest of the movie, to my surprise it was real quiet too, and my mother had lay her head on my chest and fell asleep. I could hear her soft and gentle snores; she was out like a light. I looked down at her sleeping form and saw that her shorts had ridden up her legs to almost the bottom of her ass cheeks. The tank top she was wearing was loose fitting enough to where she gave me a great view of her cleavage.

My cock got instantly hard as I sat there ogling her body, it looked incredible and being a virgin I never had a woman this close. Gently I lowered my free hand down to her bare arm; I ran my fingers lightly over the bare skin. Her skin felt so soft and smooth, I could feel my cock twitch from the electricity of the touch.

Did I dare go any further; I slowly reached around to the front of her shirt and gently cupped one of her large breasts. Gently I gave it several soft squeezes; it was firm and full of milk. I could feel her nipple starting to get hard even through the thick nursing bra she was wearing. I could not help myself I reached further around and inside her shirt; I slid my shaking hand inside of it down the soft flesh of her tit and into the cup of her bra.

I felt a hard nipple, it was fat and puffy, it dripped a little milk, and my cock felt as if it was going to explode in my pants.

She sighed softly and her body shifted slightly, her head roll slid off of my chest and was now lying on my hard cock. My hand slid back out of her top, I really wanted to get out of there after coping my cheap feel. Then I looked down at her nice round ass, her legs were now slightly parted and had ridden up a little more. Did I dare try to feel inside of her shorts, I could not resist as my hand with a mind of its own went for a bare smooth thigh.

My hand trembled and shakes as I ran it up the back of her leg, her shorts were loose enough that my hand easily slid under the fabric. I leaned my head around enough so I could get a good view of what I was doing. I pulled the crotch of the shorts over as much as I could, then I was shocked to find my mother was wearing a thong. My sweet dear conservative mother wears thongs; my cock lurched again in my pants. I was surprised she did not feel it when it did with her head laying on it.

I slid the thong fabric away from her pussy, I could see a few strands of brown pubic hair and a little of her pussy. Gently I ran my finger over her slit all the way up between the folds of her lips to her clit. I had seen enough dirty magazines and internet porn to know I had touched her clit. I used what I have read on the stories from sites like Literotica and gently rubbed her clit. Her pussy responded by letting juice escape, she was starting to lubricate.

I took my finger away from her clit and slid it into her pussy; I got it in all the way to the knuckle. I could feel her tight pussy muscles clamp around my finger as it invaded her pussy. Suddenly she moaned and she reached around pushing my arm and hand out of her shorts.

"Not tonight baby." She mumbled in her sleep.

I did not try again, I knew my cock had exploded and I was now very uncomfortable sitting there. I waited a few minutes longer and then I woke my mother from her slumber, she sat up groggily rubbing her eyes.

"Sorry Mitch, I must of dozed off." She sighed.

"It's okay Mom. I'm ready for bed myself." I replied.

"Goodnight sweetie." She said kissing my cheek and grabbing her monitor.

"Goodnight." I answered.

I changed the channel to one of the sports channels to get the ball scores, after watching the highlight for around a half hour I quietly went up to bed. I stopped by my mother's room and listened for a moment. I could hear her thrashing on her sheets, she was masturbating, and did I really have an effect on her. I could hear her making soft moaning sounds until she finally had an orgasm.

My cock was hard again so I scurried down to my room, once inside I jumped on my bed and yanked my jeans off. I got my cock out and jerked off, I came so hard that the cum that had shot out of it landed on my chest and stomach. With that I fell asleep with just my shirt covered in cum, and my underwear on. My cock was softening lying outside of my underwear; my dreams were full of erotic images of my mother.

To be continued...



Hard Lessons Ch. 01



Jeremy leaned back from his oak desk and glanced out his office window to the quad beyond. The sun was bright and warm and the pre- Spring Break tension was so thick in the air he could feel it. The students were all cramming furiously to pass their finals so they would be able to go off to whatever hot, steamy party spot their rich parents had footed the bills for. Cancun, Cabo San Lucas, Miami; anyplace with plenty of freely flowing alcohol, hot sand and oiled, beautiful, barely clothed bodies. 

Yesssss, they were all desperate to get off campus for 'Break, desperate in a way that made them vulnerable to offers that would "guarantee" an A on the requisite exams. 

He smiled broadly, lacing his fingers behind his closely shaven head as he considered exactly what that usually meant. Jeremy had been a professor of Political Science at this particular Mid-Western university for close to seven years and had, for most of that time, been enjoying certain...perks of his posting that he knew had never been written into the faculty handbook. 

If this had been his usual game plan, the lithe young freshman kneeling naked in front of him would be there because he'd placed her under the impression her GPA was in serious, serious danger; so serious in fact that there would only be one way she could show him just how hard she was committed to passing in order to change things and excel in his class. 

But this time this hadn't been the case; Rebecca was in his office today completely on her own incentive and he had been more than happy to accommodate her. More than happy and getting more pleased by the moment.

Positioned between his thighs and just in the shadow of his desk, Rebecca was noisily gulping on Jeremy's solid chocolate shaft, glazing its veiny length over and over with her hot spit. Jeremy had always liked Rebecca; she was quirky, smart, but for being a bookworm-type she had the nicest tits and ass he'd seen in a while. What's more, he saw she knew how to suck a dick as well as decipher any socio-political theory he could've thrown her way in class. 

Jeremy exhaled while his dick flexed in Rebecca's busily working mouth; her pale palms craddling his bloated sac while streams of foamy, hot spit ran down over his shifting balls to pool in her hands. 

"That's right," he said, bringing his hands down to her head. 

"Do it right, juuuuuussst right and when I'm empty, we'll see about that A..."

Rebecca's fingers clutched tighter as she bobbed back and forth on her Professor's swollen dick. 

"Mmmmnnnnh, I told you already, Professor, I do my own work, just like I handle my own play. I'm already getting the A; you just sit back now and see what you get." 

She didn't even think twice about the right or wrong of what she was doing because truth be told she thought that teacher-student no-fraternizing rule was crap. Plus, she had spent too many nights in her dorm room massaging the plump lips of her pussy until it was boiling with cream and she was left grinding her pillow, moaning his name. She'd wanted this man since his class had began and she had been trying to drop very obvious hints for him ever since. 

When the weather had gotten warm she'd even begun wearing thin sundresses---braless--- knowing she had thick nipples so that being seated in the front row, he would see them clearly during his lectures. Those same dresses---a lot like the one she'd peeled out of when she had gotten here today--- also sometimes came without panties so that when he passed by her chair she could spread her long, creamy thighs just enough to let him see just what she had awaiting him. 

It had been a fun, tense game up until now; though for a while she didn't even know if the Professor was even taking notice. But now, after the professor had approached her after class a few days ago and made her lay it all out, word for hot, nasty word exactly what she was looking for from him, now the games were over and it was trophy time.

Slurping loudly, Rebecca's nostrils flared on every downward stroke as she struggled to keep from smothering herself on his thick shaft. And she loved his musky scent; it was as strong and powerful as his throbbing slab of meat which she was worshipping obsessively with her mouth. 

Rebecca hadn't expected anything like this when she left to come to this school, she was looking to start her degree program and generally keep a low profile, even if that profile wasn't quite true to her actual personality...

As Rebecca's tongue swirled around his dick Jeremy watched her work; his eyes going from the top of her head backward along the nape of her neck and down along the sensuous curve of her spine which, surprisingly, was adorned with an elaborately inked tattoo. 

At first glance, she wouldn't have struck anyone as the type to go in for body art---or giving delirium-inducing office blowjobs---but appearances, he knew, were always deceiving. Rebecca wasn't anything like she seemed, thankfully, and the more Jeremy found out about this hot coed the more he was enjoying her.

At the beginning of the semester, when he'd watched all his new students filing into his class for the first time, Rebecca had seemed like textbook wallflower material; shy, eyes never quite meeting yours, and quiet. As time had gone on, something had kept him watching her, and in that watching he had started to notice that she was also watching him. Eye contact became a regular thing after that, which graduated to other subtle flirtations; those special games she had managed to play with him, for him, without anyone else paying attention to her...

Whatever it was---that attraction---it had gotten them to this point, this day, and all his instincts told him this obviously wouldn't be Rebecca's last visit to his office---or anywhere else he wanted to meet her---a fact that kept him smiling. 

Her tongue pushed up against the underside of his dick and stroked wetly, making him close his eyes and groan; it was so easy getting lost in the feel of that pierced tongue, the stainless steel ball doing just what it was meant to. 

Damn this girl was good! And her skin was so soft that her palms felt like satin against his nuts; when she squeezed them she really made him moan. 

"Nnnngh," he grunted out; he was doing his best to hold back the cum ready to burst from his bloated sac but at this pace that was becoming a losing battle.

Rebecca glanced up from her efforts, smiling at him, knowing she had him hooked. 

"It's good, Professor?" she asked innocently, voice baby soft like her skin. Jeremy stared down at her, knowing how proud she was of herself. Time, he decided, for the teacher to get back to teaching.

"Over on the couch," he said in that deep, low voice of his that always made her wet during lectures. 

"Now." he added for emphasis, obviously not pleased with her pace.

She didn't question or hesitate, but got up and went over to the leather couch across the room and, without any direction got into a position she thought he'd like.

"Is this good, Sir?" she asked as she knelt on the couch, leaning against its cool, plushly-cushioned back and staring at him over her shoulder.

Jeremy's eyes slid over her body like his hands soon would be, tracing every delicious curve. Her back was arched, waist tapered and thin until her hips flared out at that perfect point framing that beautifully rounded ass which was thrust out at him so that he could see both the clenched pink ring of her asshole and the pouting lips of her slick, smoothly waxed pussy just beneath. She looked so damned good there waiting for him, playing at innocence and being anything but. He smiled with the lust that was making his dick pulse right now; he was going to fuck her alright, fuck her hard and rough and let her go all the way into this little girl, big daddy fantasy she seemed to be easing into; apparently, not only was Rebecca aroused by his complexion, she also liked the fact that he was older than her. Now that wasn't anything new for him either, come to think of it; after all it kept him balls deep in sweet, hot college pussy so he had no reason to mind it. 

When he was done staring, he rose and shook his head. 

"No, that isn't the way. Down lower, lengthwise on the couch, face in the cushions. When my dick is jammed in you and you get to really feel what it's all about, you will need something to shut you up and keep your screams from attracting attention. After, if you've learned to take it, maybe we'll move you up to that position but one thing at a time..."

Rebecca licked her lips and felt her heart beating faster, her pussy quivering as she listened to his words. 

"Y-yes sir," she finally managed, shifting quickly. She was past ready now, she needed that dick in the worst way and he was torturing her with his patience. 

"This, sir, this is the way?" she asked after moving. He was giving her goose bumps just by looking at her; she could feel his eyes skimming over her skin like fingertips as he appraised her from one end to the other. 

After some silence, he finally replied by stepping free from his pants, dropping his shirt and crossing the room to join her. Gazing sideways she watched him get closer; his dick was heavy, bobbing between his thighs with each step and she saw it was still wet from her mouth. She was getting breathless anticipating that first, deep plunge, wishing he would pounce on her like an animal and tear into her like the fresh hot meat she wanted to be for him...

Jeremy stepped up alongside the couch quietly, dragging the moment out even longer. Rebecca closed her eyes and waited, reminding herself to breathe as she did so. And then he did it, his hand landed on the small of her back and she felt his skin press to hers. Another cascade of goose bumps fanned out across her as his palm and fingers caressed her back before gliding slowly backward, up and over the satiny curve of her asscheeks. 

Rebecca bit down on her lower lip, quivering as his fingers found the flexing knot of her asshole; he teased it, using two fingers to trace the hot little ring over and over. 

"AAAAAHHH," she cried out unable to control herself, lost in the delicious sensations.

Jeremy continued, finger stroking slowly as though he were petting the wings of a butterfly. 

"Ohhhhhh FUCK, please sir, don't tease me. Take that ass, all of it, you can have alllllll of it right now, sir, just please don't make me wait anymore." She hissed out, unable to hold back her need.

Jeremy continued stroking her asshole, watching it clutch and twitch while streams of glistening syrup oozed from Rebecca's pussy and ran down along the inside of her thighs. 

"I told you to be quiet."

"Yes, sir, yes you-you did. I'm sorry, I'll be good now. I promise, I promise but---oh...ooh damn, sir, please do something to me. PLEASE!"

Since Rebecca's eyes were closed she couldn't see Jeremy dropping down to physically answer her plea but she definitely felt it, his tongue dragging a hot wet trail upward from her clit, between her fleshy pussy lips and higher, to the hole he had been teasing so mercilessly. 

When she felt his thick, wet tongue pressing against her asshole and coating it in spit Rebecca lost her mind in the explosive sensations. 

"Oh...fuckfuckfuckFUCK!" Rebecca cried before turning her face into the cushion and muffling the rest of her screams. Jeremy stepped up his attack, licking and kissing at her sweet pussy and ass, moving up and down between her thighs and asscheeks to make sure his tongue reached every one of her special places. He dug his fingers into her creamy flesh, gripping her hips and ass and pulling the deliciously sweet buffet back onto his face. 

Rebecca was insane with lust, cumming like crazy; she had lost count of the orgasms after the fourth climax ripped through her and now her legs almost felt like jelly she was so wrung out. God, this man! Her professor was teaching her things she thought she had already known and damn if she didn't love the lessons! 

His tongue was like a snake, a wet python writhing up between her pussy lips and slithering into her asshole and all she wanted was more! No one had ever licked her ass before, nobody; before today she wouldn't even have considered it but here the professor was, devouring hers like it was some delicacy. 

And it felt oh so fucking GOOD! She was gasping, bucking back against him, urging him on. If she had anything to say about it this is what she was going to earn a degree in and hopefully it would take a lot of sessions to do it!

His dick was stiff and heavy between his thighs and Jeremy was ready to really show Rebecca what she'd come here to learn. He'd enjoyed all the time turning her out by licking her ass; he knew without doubt he'd just made her a slave with that alone, but now he wanted to stab her nice and deep with his dick until he was ready to flood some part of her with his hot cum.

That time was now. 

One final lick, tongue swiping her now-dripping ring and he pulled back, standing, dick hot and ready in one hand. Rebecca was panting, trying to catch her breath but he didn't give her that break, instead he aimed the bloated head of his shaft at the mouth of her pussy and shoved, stabbing inward with his dick until his nuts were pressing against her fat clit. She stiffened but took him to the root, his meat filling her pussy as her pussy sucked it deeper. 

Jeremy held his position a moment, swallowed by Rebecca's boiling tunnel before he began pumping and twisting; grinding his dick in and out of her pink depths while she moaned and gasped, clawing at the cushions and rocking back to meet every new thrust. 

Grunting now, Jeremy was attacking her like that animal she wanted him to be; pumping into her, opening her, freeing her and at the same time capturing her and making her his, all his. 

His veiny shaft was corkscrewing into her, stirring the creamy her creamy depths and seeming to stroke all of her walls at once. 

"Oh shit, girl, your pussy is sucking me, sucking me just like your mouth! DAMN!" Jeremy groaned between clenched teeth. 

Both of them were sweating as their bodies smacked together, skin gleaming with it as Rebecca undulated onto Jeremy's dick, impaling herself over and over again as the office grew humid with the smell of their sex.

The couch was rocking under them as Jeremy tore into Rebecca, and he was determined to use his brown yardstick to give her a profound education today. Clenching her ass cheeks in his fists until the creamy white skin was welted with the mottled red imprint of his hands he worked his thumbs inward along the smooth cleft between them until at last they were pressing against her asshole, the puckered ring still slippery and hot from his licking.

Still jamming in and out of her pussy, he introduced Rebecca to a new sensation by hooking first one then the other thumb into her spit-lubed hole and tugging at the snug rim until it gaped. Her asshole blossomed like some wild passion flower and he fucked her even harder upon seeing it.

Rebecca's eyes couldn't have bugged out any more as she bit into the leather of the couch and shrieked with tormented pleasure, another multiple climax exploding in her belly that was so much more intense than the first in a way she couldn't understand or deny. 

In up to the knuckle, Jeremy's thumbs were stroking the velvet walls of Rebecca's no-longer virginal asshole, forcing his horny freshman to learn what real fucking was all about... 

And for her part Rebecca was learning, she was learning the hard way... 

{To Be Continued} 

---ONYX 



Hard Lessons Ch. 02



Mitch stayed away from his mother in a sense all week; he avoided spending too much time alone with her. During the week he continued to have persistent boners over what had happened when she fell asleep during the movie.

All week long she would drop him off at summer school and pick him up from summer school. Friday had finally rolled around and Mitch called his mother from school and told her he was going to go party with some of his friends. Karen was totally pissed off by this; Mitch was supposed to be grounded and not allowed to do anything.

She asked her sister to baby-sit Jenny and she got in her van to look for which ever friends house he may be at partying. She struck out at the first three homes and then she arrived at the home of his buddy Kevin. Mitch and Kevin had been good friends throughout school and she remembered that Kevin's parents were out of town on vacation. Karen got out of her van and walked up the walk to Kevin's front door, she rang the bell several times. Finally Kevin came to the door, the handsome young man staggered a bit when he opened it.

"Uh Mrs. Collins!" he exclaimed.

"Yes Kevin is Mitch here?" she asked.

"Yeah he is here somewhere." He answered sheepishly. "Hey Mike go find where Mitch is, I think he went off with Lea. Might as well come in and wait Mrs. Collins while Mike goes and finds him for you."

Karen walked in to find the living room full of kids from Mitch's class drinking and listening to music. Kevin led her to the love seat and cleared it off for her to have a seat, to her surprise he plopped right down next to her. He offered her some beer and then some wine, Karen declined the beer but accepted a small glass of wine.

"Wow Mrs. Collins I hope you will be cool and not say anything to my parents about this." He said.

"Oh my Kevin you know how many kids has done this through the years whenever their parents are not home. Just keep it safe okay." She lectured taking a sip of wine.

"Thanks, you are definitely one of the coolest moms around and a real babe too." He said putting an arm around her shoulder giving her a friendly hug or so she thought.

Mitch had just reluctantly stopped his make out session with the lovely Lea and went down to the living room. His mother and Kevin could not see him from where he was standing in the hall, but he had a clear view of them. He watched as Kevin's hand slid off of his mother's shoulder down around her waist.

His mom looked better than any of the high school girls currently at the party, she wore a short denim skirt and a figure hugging top that showed cleavage of her large breasts. Kevin got brave and reached around with his free hand and placed it on her thigh gently rubbing it. Karen looked down at this action with surprise at the young man's brash behavior and quickly removed it.

"Kevin I'm old enough to be your mom." She reminded him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Mrs. Collins, you are just the hottest mom of any of the kids in school, a definite MILF." He shouted the last word.

"Milf?" she asked.

"Mom I'd Like to Fuck." He answered.

Mitch expected his mother to slap him across the face and throw her glass of wine in it as well. Instead he heard his mother laugh as if she was told the funniest joke she had ever heard.

"So Kevin what makes me so desirable to you young boys?" she asked.

"Well you had a great body before you had your last baby, but the baby made your body look even better, you know filling it out more in the right places." He said trying to put his hand on her leg again. Karen laughed at the comment and moved his hand away.

"Well Kevin thanks for the compliment, yet older women need more than someone telling them they have a nice body. You need to find other things to compliment us on like our eyes, hair, our minds would be a good place to start." She explained

"Well Mrs. Collins you have beautiful eyes, your hair is as soft as silk and you are definitely the smartest mom I have ever met." He said trying hard to be romantic.

"Oh I need to find my son." She said putting the glass down and getting up from the love seat. She turned around and cupped Kevin's face with both hands and give him a three second kiss on the lips. "Thanks for being sweet Romeo."

Everyone in the room gave out a collective woo hoo and Kevin's face turned bright red with embarrassment. As for Mitch everything he saw gave him a raging hard on and he saw Lea half way down the stairs. He quickly turned and ran up the stairs; he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back up as well. She let him drag her along giggling all the way to Kevin's parents' bedroom.

"Wow, what has gotten into you stud?" she asked.

"I have time and I need you bad baby." He said sounding very clichéd.

He quickly pulled his jean shorts off and then his underwear; he let his cock bounce around as he joined Lea on the bed. She pulled her jeans and panties off; she had a condom out and opened for him to wear.

Mitch hated to wear the damn things, yet he did not want his baby sister to be an aunt nine months later. He put it on his hard cock and slid it into Lea's wet tight pussy; he reached up and pulled her shirt off to reveal her small firm tits with pointy pink nipples. He sucked on them both and then began to thrust inside of her with urgency; Lea pulled her legs back to let him get more penetration.

While he was fucking her tight pussy with a furious pace, Lea was letting out soft moans beckoning Mitch to fuck her good and hard. Karen had during all this time made her way upstairs and heard his voice. She had opened the door and peered in, she stood quietly for a long time watching her son fuck this girl. It reminded her of when his father and her used to fool around in her parents room when they were his age.

Karen could not move from the door way as she continued to watch her son continue to fuck Lea. Finally he let out a loud groan just as she screamed out she was cumming, he made several slow thrusts as his cock finished emptying into the condom. Karen was relieved to see that he had worn a condom and slowly closed the door.

"Mitch I will be out in the car waiting for you, you have five minutes to get down there." She said.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. 

While he dressed to go down to meet his mother out in the car, his mother sat behind the steering wheel wrestling with what she had just saw. She was slightly troubled to see her son have sex, yet she was even more puzzled at why her pussy was now very wet and itching to get fucked.

Mitch got into the car and they drove quietly home, his aunt said she put Jenny to bed and she left to go home leaving the two of them alone. Mitch sat down at the kitchen table and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. Karen leaned against the counter staring at her oldest child, who used to be her little boy.

"I had an interesting conversation with your friend Kevin tonight." She said.

"Really, about what?" he asked.

"Apparently I'm a Milf." She said.

"That really is meant as a compliment." He answered.

"I also saw what you and Lea were doing in his parents' bedroom." She said. "Are you two going steady now?" 

"I think so, we are going to the same school this fall if I pass summer school." He replied.

"I'm glad you kept it safe with her, I'm too young to be a grandmother." She said. "Just keep being careful."

"We will mom." He said. "Wow that went better than I thought it would."

"Well you are eighteen now so I guess you will be experimenting with sex." She said. "C'mon let's go into the living room and watch some TV."

"Okay." He said.

They sat and talked in the living room until it was two in the morning, they used to talk like this when Mitch was a few years younger while his father was away on business. She reached up and grabbed the center of her chest and then rubbed it for a minute or two.

"Is something wrong Mom?" he asked.

"Just ache a little, I did not get to nurse your sister and my breasts are full of milk right now." She explained. "Would you get my pump for me and an extra bottle?"

"Sure Mom." He said running to the kitchen to get everything she wanted.

She placed one of the nursing towels she had handy in the living room so he could see very little of her breast. She places the pump to the breast and the pump gave a little whir then it quit.

"Shit while I was looking for you I forgot to get batteries." She exclaimed.

"Sorry mom, I wish there was something I could do to help." He said.

"Well they really ache and you are my son, would you like to nurse and help them stop aching." She said.

"Uh, if it would help you out, what do I do?" he asked nervously.

She lifted her shirt to reveal her nursing bra; the large bloated breast was hanging out of one of the cups the other still in. Her large dark nipples had a small white spot of milk on it; she held it up towards him.

"Just put your mouth around the nipple and suck, you have to suck hard at first and then it flows easy." She explained.

"Okay." He said.

He leaned in and placed his mouth over her nipple, his mother looked down at him nodding that it was alright to continue. He sucked hard and then was rewarded with a blast of breast milk, he was surprised he liked how it tasted and sucked on it for more.

Karen was thankful to feel some relief and leaned further back on the couch relaxing and giving him better access. Mitch suckled on her breast for around ten minutes when it finally stop giving milk, without asking he undid her nursing bra and got the other tit out.

He quickly dove in to start sucking on it as he did with the other one; Karen just laid back and closed her eyes.

Mitch felt his cock getting hard and he wondered if his mother was enjoying this in a maternal way or if he was making her horny too. He gave it five minutes when he decided to reach up and fondle the breast he had just emptied. She did not say or do anything so he continued to suckle one and play with the other. He gently toyed with her nipple and gave it gentle squeezes.

Karen let out a soft mew and placed her hand on the back of her son's head, her skirt had rode up to her panties. He was right this was turning her on as he felt his mother's pelvis grind against his thigh. The other breast was finally empty and now instead of suckling for milk he was licking and sucking it like a lover. He hungrily went back en forth between the two sucking, kissing and licking her nipples.

"Oh Mitch oh Mitch baby that feels good." She moaned. "Oh shit, dammit stop it now!"

His mother yelled covered her big tits and ran out of the room; she ran upstairs and shut her bedroom door. Mitch waited in the living room several long minutes by himself, confused by what had happened. He was very horny and pulled his cock out; he began to jerk off shooting his cum all over his stomach of his shirt.

He climbed the stairs very quietly heading for his bedroom; he paused by his mother's room and heard her again. Her body was thrashing on the sheets and she was moaning louder than she did last weekend. Soon he heard her have a real powerful orgasm, the thrashing and moaning stopped. He listened as her heard his mother stop to sob herself to sleep.

Mitch felt guilty, yet now he also felt obsessed with his beautiful mother, he knew he still had a week left to attempt to fuck his mother. He planned on using the week to do just that, he was hooked on the taste of her milk, the soft feel of her body and the knowledge that she was just as turned on by what had happened as he was.

Mitch had to have his mother and nothing was going to stop him from unleashing the incestuous monster inside of him. He must have stayed up until the crack of dawn on how he was going to start the week long seduction of his mother.



Hard Lessons Ch. 02



Jeremy stared down along the supple, arched back of the young woman his fat dick was wedged into, the warm chocolate of his skin in stark contrast to her creamy complexion. As she bucked and squirmed, impaled on his pistoning shaft, the tattoo along her sweat-slickened spine seemed to dance in front of his eyes. Like a bull he rammed into her, cleaving the lips of her pussy with all the lust and passion she had been so intently inspiring in him these past months. 

Her name was Rebecca Lindsey, a freshman student from his Political Sciences class and a bookworm if ever he thought he could spot one. But this time Jeremy had been off, way off; Rebecca carried herself in a shy, innocent way by choice, not because it was who she was. This girl wasn't the least bit shy or naïve, and now here they were at last, having a private "counseling" session about her "grades". Jeremy grinned as her tunnel, pink and slippery, flexed hungrily around his plunging length and gripped tightly as he stretched her, always demanding more and more of him while her asshole sucked at his thumbs like a nursing infant.

"Mmmmnnnnhhh... Professor, that dick... Ooooooooo FUCK!" Rebecca cried out, burying her face back in the couch. She was cumming again, hard, and the spasms were rippling wildly along the stabbing length of his hot meat making him want to let loose as well. Jeremy arched his

back as he plunged in and out while Rebecca rolled her hips, churning her slit rhythmically around her professor's beautiful black dick and making the merciless way his thumbs were plugged into her asshole feel all the more intense.

"Nnnngh, nnnggghh, NNNNNNNGGGHHHH!" Jeremy groaned out, holding on as he rode Rebecca on the way into and THROUGH yet another climax. This sweet young bitch had definitely played a good game because behind her façade, those bookish glasses and dull---at first glance---clothing a raging slut hid, a slut that was easily taking the best he had to give her and turning the heat back on him. With his thumbs he worked her asshole more, spurring her on until he felt her pussy clutching back at him; clamping down on his dick reflexively as he teased spots he realized now no one else had touched on her---in her--- before.

"Ooooooo... My...my ass, in my ASS, Professor. Ohhhhhh I didn't...didn't know it would be this...this GOOD! Ahhh GOD it's so good, so fucking good! Don't stop, pleeeease, Sir, please. Mmmmnnnnh... Oooooo, please don't st-stop..." 

Jeremy couldn't have stopped now even if he'd wanted to, Rebecca was just that incredible. Stabbing harder and harder, he slammed her smooth young body with a vengeance, feeling her asscheeks smacking against him over and over again as he filled her.

"Don't worry," he grunted out with a rough pump into her. "You're going to get it ALL today... Everything you ever wanted from me, everything you know you've NEEDED from me, you're getting it, baby. In...fucking...FULL."

Rebecca shuddered as she listened to her teacher and felt her pussy sucking harder on him as he managed---at least it FELT like he was managing to---somehow push his dick deeper than he had been before. She was gasping for air as he claimed her forcefully; loving every stab, every twist and tug of those invading thumbs, and every loud smack as their sweaty bodies came together. Yeah, the professor was working hard at keeping the promise he'd just made and she was out of her mind with the feverish delight of it all. Then---just as she was thinking that---she suddenly felt him shift, pulling back out of her and leaving her pussy to flex desperately at the emptiness while her asshole quivered also, it too abruptly being deprived of his merciless touch. 

Jeremy flipped Rebecca onto her back before she could question him, her long legs splaying open as she rolled; opening wide she watched him enter her, stabbing into her with that dark, glistening dick and taking on an entirely new rhythm that made her eyes roll back in her head. She thought she was crying out to him but her voice was gone the fucking had been so good. Her pussy slurped loudly, speaking for her as it gulped every inch of Jeremy's thick, undeniable shaft it could get inside at this new angle, loving the renewed sense of fullness. He sawed in and out of her, pounding into her pussy like he was beating it and she just pulled her legs wider, trying to take more.

"Oh FUCK YEAH!" Rebecca gasped out, eyes shut tight, mouth gaping. "Ooo...OH...OH...OH...ohhhhhh YESSSSSSS!"

Jeremy pushed down on the insides of Rebecca's soft thighs, fingers digging into her silky flesh while he continued pistoning in and out; watching his dick jamming into her steaming pussy and seeing with every withdrawal the oily coating of syrup Rebecca was covering him with. He also loved the sight of her delicately sloped breasts bouncing with every new thrust into her, the haloes surrounding her thickly swollen nipples gone all tightly-crinkled and dark with her arousal. One more lesson to go, he told himself using every bit of discipline he had to restrain the cum boiling in his sac, just one more before she gets it all...

******

"God, I am so sick of studying for this test. I wish Spring Break would just GET here already."

"I know, I fell asleep last night at my laptop working on my Classical Lit. essay on Melville."

"I've been meaning to ask you how it's uhm...going in that class, Angela."

"What do you mean, you took it last year. Just like all the other first-year classes: work, work, work ALL THE TIME. And it really drags sometimes too; I guess I'm not really big on 'Literature'."

"Or maybe Moby Dick isn't the right kind of dick to keep you interested."

Angela stared across the dorm room and laughed out loud at Jessie. "Don't even get me distracted, I haven't had any in long enough to realize I haven't had any which makes it too long. Besides, everyone can't have a man like yours, Jessie."

Jessie grinned, watching her roommate on the other side of the room who was in her bed, laying on her stomach and pecking away at the keyboard of her computer. Angela had on a loose tank top and some boxers and when she shifted, Jessie could see through the drooping side of the tank that Angela had already taken off her bra. Jessie was straight but she couldn't deny that Angela was sexy. She had wavy black hair and beautiful, butterscotch skin that was starting to bronze with the changing season. Her breasts were smaller, almost like teacups, but her nipples were large and had cinnamon-colored haloes surrounding them and what she lacked in breast size she more than made up for with the round, sculpted fullness of her ass. Jessie's eyes were drawn to her ass now especially because Angela had her knees bent, ankles crossed above her which only made the deeply cleft cheeks more sharply defined in the boxer shorts.

"Madre, I think next time I'll take a stab at Don Quixote," Angela sighed, flipping her screen shut. "All that nautical terminology is NOT the stuff I need to be trying to get my head into right now."

"How much more do you have before it's finished?" Jessie asked, setting her own gently whirring notebook in her lap.

"Almost finished the rough draft," Angela replied, chin resting in her palms. "Just needs a tweak here and there and I'll be on my way; I just need to find something special to really make my point."

"But you're done for the day, right?" Jessie asked, watching as Angela rolled onto her back, causing the tank top to pull tight for a minute across her breasts making her nipples look like shadowy bullets beneath the thin cotton.

"Yeah, I had two lectures and an exam today, I am definitely done."

"Cool, feel like getting out and having some fun?"

"Doing what?" Angela asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Well Oscar and I were going out tonight and he has a friend, Gregory..."

"I don't know, Jessie... What's he like? I mean, you know, is he..."

"Not as dark as Oscar but yeah, he is. But he's really cool; he's a quiet guy and Oscar doesn't hang with just anybody."

Angela chewed her bottom lip for a few minutes, quietly considering it. Jessie couldn't imagine what might've been going on in her head but it seemed like she might be trying to find some reason maybe to say no. Jessie sat her computer down and crossed the room to Angela's bed. She sat down next to her and smiled.

"Listen, Oscar is without a doubt my man," she began softly in an almost conspiratorial tone. "But Gregory is FINE. He's got nice hair and bright green eyes and dimples almost like yours." They giggled together at that as Angela blushed, a hand at her face.

"Okay," Angela said after a pause. "Since it will be all four of us. Where we going, anyway?"

"Cosmo's, it's a dance club. You can dance, right?"

Angela rolled her eyes at Jessie. "I was ready to ask YOU that."

"We'll see who asks who," Jessie laughed, rising from the bed. "Now lets get ready, I got the shower first!" Running, Jessie grabbed her towel, opened the door and took off down the hall leaving Angela behind. 

Angela smiled and stretched back diagonally across her bed, small feet hanging over the edge. This was definitely going to be different. Her family had always---quietly---urged her not to get involved with los negros, but here she was with her white as could be roommate about to go dancing with two black men! And oddly, after her initial hesitation, she wasn't really bothered by it; she was looking forward to getting out finally and dancing---Angela loved dancing---sounded like the perfect cure for the stress of classes. As she closed her moist brown eyes, waiting for her turn in the shower, she wondered what Gregory would look and smell like and hoped, if nothing else, that he could dance...

******

Rebecca was lost, delirious. This, she thought, must be what something like LSD was all about; body-wide, consciousness-altering pleasure and if so she couldn't blame the hippies back in the day for indulging. Sprawled across the couch, skin sweaty and tacky against the leather, her heavy eyelids fluttered open and came into focus on the Professor. He was standing in front of her, over her, silently watching the rise and fall of her pale breasts as she panted for air. She saw he had his dick in one hand, stroking it slowly and realized that she must've been out of it for a bit because she didn't remember him pulling out or standing up. In his other hand she saw he was holding a bottle, a clear one with big blue letters on it. She squinted and the letters became a word, it said "SLIPZ Gel". 

Managing with effort to wade through the tsunami of sensations her mind had become, Rebecca slowly put two and two together. The bottle at Jeremy's side was lube and he was stroking his fat, veiny length because he was methodically working on coating it from the bloated end to the nest of black hair at its base in a glistening sheathe of gel; lubricating gel that she knew would only have one use...

"You've...recovered," Jeremy said, still sliding his hand up and down his dick as he spoke. "That last climax wiped you out, I thought you were through."

"Did you?" Rebecca asked, brows arching as much as she could manage, considering her state. "Then why are you getting ready?"

"Ready...ready for what?"

"To fuck my ASS, Professor---that IS what the lube is for, right?"

Jeremy stood silently, still stroking, never pausing. His eyes were bright as he stared at her, her milky skin and lithe figure and there, between those spread thighs the engorged, now plum-colored lips of her pussy which he had hammered raw with his pole as she twisted and moaned through uncounted climaxes. Smart little bitch, no doubt, so smart and so sexy. Even now, after the way he'd taken her body, even now while she was weak from it all she was still assertive, leaving him far less in control of things than he was accustomed. Then again, Rebecca wasn't any more average than their thus far explosive joining had been. She was special, and at the same time so much more than that. As he continued watching and stroking, she shifted on the couch, trying to sit up.

"Besides," she began, finally bringing her legs together enough to plant her bare feet on the floor. "I can tell you haven't cum; not in me, not ON me. Well, not yet, anyway. And my ass..." she said, her pale lips curling into a smile. "It's the only lesson left, isn't it?"

"Knees," Jeremy said, voice low. "Like you were at first; I want you on your knees, leaning against the back of the couch. Arch your back and push your ass back toward me."

Rebecca felt her skin tingling as her heart pitched expectantly. Here it was, he was going to do it, do her; he was going to be IN there with that meaty dick of his. She felt like she'd pitched anything approaching common sense out the window at that moment; she wasn't considering discomfort or injury at trying to handle his girth in the tightness of her asshole. No, none of that, not at all. Fact was her pussy already was producing a telltale rivulet of cream that she could feel oozing between her hot lips. She was so incredibly hot for him and as she moved into place, nostrils flaring as the anticipation rose, she knew she wasn't going to deny this man much of anything, she was completely whipped.

Letting his dick go, Jeremy stepped in close behind Rebecca as soon as she'd gotten up to her knees, gripping her hips in his hands and guiding her directly into the position he wanted. She could feel the urgency in that tight grip, the heat of his hands on her skin.

"Uhhnnn," she moaned, aroused further at the dominance. As she grasped the top edge of the couch she looked over her shoulder and saw him dropping low behind her, face disappearing behind her round ass like a brown sun fading into an alabaster horizon. And then Rebecca could feel his breath, humid against the sensitive skin of her unprotected, upturned ass. She shuddered then bucked as the exhaled air was followed by his tongue, snaking out to swipe along the crease that sliced between her round cheeks. He was licking her with a building intensity; at first slowly swiping up from her pussy over the puckered hole and then back down but now his mouth was pressed to her ass and the rim of that tightly flexing hole was being bathed in hot spit as his tongue, edges curled, was stabbing into her and driving her out of her MIND.

Alternately bucking and bowing at the delicious sensation of Jeremy's tongue in her hole, Rebecca felt like a billion butterflies on X had been set loose in her stomach. Goosebumps fanned out across her skin and she just gasped in spurts, unable to scream or moan, her breasts capped by her painfully stiff nipples swaying beneath her. It was so good so SO good. The Professor...Jeremy...he was devouring her ass with abandon and all she could do was enjoy every nasty moment of it---that and remember to keep breathing.

Although she couldn't really see him, Jeremy was shifting his head from side to side trying to improve his angle while Rebecca continued to writhe feverishly. Jeremy worked around and inside her clutching asshole, lips pressed to her in this, the most intimate of kisses, steadily relaxing the tight ring of muscle with the wet, heated massage of his tongue.

"Nnnngh," Rebecca moaned, rolling her hips to the internal convulsions of her climaxes and smothering Jeremy's face in the valley between her spread cheeks. She had teased her ass before, once or twice when she had really gone off while fingering herself but this...this way, with Jeremy's mouth, his tongue---and soon, that dick of his---this was another world entirely. She never EVER wanted to come back from over this rainbow, never wanted to give up this exquisite delight. The professor's tongue was doing things to her that there had been no way to prepare for; so nasty, so deliciously TABOO the way his tongue swirled around her asshole, caressing it wetly. And every time she rocked backward, grinding against his mouth and face, his chin dug into her swollen pussy and pressed against her enflamed clit. Spit, hot and frothy ran down from his oral attack and coated her gaping folds, mingling with her own thick cream. She could feel his hands now sliding upward along the backs of her thighs, upwards and out until his fingers were digging sharply into her hips and her ass cheeks were being spread wider.

As hard as it was to deny himself more time tonguing Rebecca's incredible ass, Jeremy needed another appetite met and he had to do it NOW. Dick twitching, angry and bloated with the desire for release, he got to his feet, hands still gripping Rebecca by the hips, keeping her in line. When she'd felt his mouth pull away she'd turned to look back over her shoulder, panting as she watched him rise; tall, brown, his body glistening with sweat and his handsome face dripping at the chin. Her eyes met his and within the silence, everything was conveyed that needed to be. She turned to the wall, dropping her head, eyes closing as she locked her arms forward and braced herself, holding tight to the sofa back's top edge.

He didn't start doing it deliberately but Jeremy realized while he was standing that he had begun working the balls of his thumbs in circles, stroking the cheeks of Rebecca's ass. It was soothing her and at the same time causing goosebumps to rise all over her body, sensitive as she was now. Stepping in close Jeremy took one hand and gripped his shaft, feeling the lust in him pulsing through it while leveling the bulbous head of his dick at the wet donut he was about to fill with cream. He pushed slowly then...very slowly...trying to wedge his oiled meat into her. She quivered but said nothing, surrendering herself completely to him. 

And then, like a key had been turned, the tightly clutching ring yielded, stretching to swallow his invading organ. Rebecca went stiff, eyes snapping open as the insertion caused an intense, sizzling sensation that she had NOTHING she could compare it to. She thought her ass would rip open any minute, his dick feeling three times bigger than it had in her pussy or mouth but before she could beg him to stop, beg him for mercy she realized he HAD stopped, and that the only things moving were his fingers clutching her ass cheeks and the head of his dick flexing just inside the snug-fitting rim of her hole.

Jeremy threw his head back then, jaws tight, body rigid before letting out a long, rumbling groan that marked the final break in his own resistance. As Rebecca's asshole sucked greedily his dick erupted explosively inside her unexplored depths, spitting milky jets of cum deep inside until she was flooded to overflowing. Rebecca felt the splash of liquid in places she'd never felt it before, her mouth was gaping open but the sensations were so devastatingly intense that her screams of pleasure had no sound. Spasms made her lurch and twitch, hands gripping the couch so tight it seemed she'd tear the leather and still no sound; she was breathless, drowning from the inside out in the mind-numbing joy of it. Behind her she heard Jeremy gasping, felt his dick at last begin to go slack, softening, finally done pouring his frothy seed into her ass.

"And...and your," he began, voice deepening as his breathing steadied. "And your lessons BEGIN."

To Be CONTINUED...

( Chapter 3 coming SOON )



Hard Lessons Ch. 03



Mitch figured he still had a whole week left to seduce his mother, she now became an obsession to him. He got up as usual in the morning to start his plan to seduce his mother, he threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. He went downstairs and could not find his mother nor the baby anywhere. Then he heard the sound of the treadmill coming from the basement, the mother of four worked out on it almost every day.

He had to admit the exercise she did kept her body incredible looking, her large breasts filled the sports top she was wearing to capacity. The spandex shorts she had on showed off her toned muscular legs and her round ass. Mitch stood and admired her for a short while, then he yelled to her that he was going to step out for a bit and would be home later. Before she could holler back that she wanted to talk to him about the other night he was gone.

Mitch had plenty of ideas for a night alone with his mother, he pulled out the list he made in his room earlier. It included flowers, a gift, a romantic movie and a trip to grocery store so he could cook her dinner. He also planned on getting a haircut so he would look his best for a night of seduction of his mother. Little did Mitch know that his best friend was also on his way over to his house, his friend Kevin had remembered Mitch telling him that his dad and the rest of the family were gone for another week.

Karen Collins had finished her workout, put Jenny in her playpen so she could take a shower. She finished her shower, put on a tank top and a pair of shorts, she pulled her hair back into a pony tail, then she got the baby. She took Jenny downstairs and sat in the recliner in the living room, she did not wear a bra so she just lifted her shirt and gave the baby lunch.

While feeding the baby she kept rocking back en forth, unknown to her Kevin was standing on the front porch looking in. He saw the perfect large breast of his best friend's mother, it's nipple being tugged on by the baby. His cock began to harden in his tight jeans as he watched for most of the feeding. Then to his disappointment the baby was done and she put the large tit back in the shirt, she got up and put the baby in her basinet. Kevin then knocked on the door, Karen ran to answer it before it would wake the napping baby.

"Hey Mrs. Collins" he said loudly. "Is.."

"SSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She shushed loudly. "I just put the baby down for a nap."

"Oops sorry." he said softly. "I just came by to see you."

"To see me?" she asked. 

"Yes I should apologize for my behavior the other night." he said looking down at the floor.

"Oh that, don't worry about it. You were a little tipsy, would you like to come in and keep me company while Mitch is out?" she asked.

"Sure that would be great." he said.

He followed her inside and down the hallway to the kitchen, she got a couple of glasses out of the cupboard and then a big pitcher of iced tea from the fridge. Kevin could not believe his luck to be alone with this hot looking mother of four, he was even more excited by the fact her large nipples were poking through her shirt.

She handed him a glass and leaned back against the counter taking a long drink, he did the same the whole time looking at her beautiful tits. The two of them went over to the table and sat down to make conversation. Karen asked the usual questions and then she asked him where on earth he got the milf thing from.

"Oh that, it was in one of those teen sex romp comedies." he said.

"Really I think Mitch has that DVD in his room, run up and get it for me, we can watch it to kill time." she said.

"Well that will be my pleasure." he said running after the DVD.

Karen poured some chips in a big bowl and brought the iced tea into the living room on a large tray. Kevin brought the DVD down and popped it into the player, he was right this was definitely one of the teen sex comedies. Some parts were funny, while others were just disgusting to her, she watched Kevin shift several times as if he was uncomfortable.

"See this is where I got milf from." he said.

"So you think I'm a milf?" she asked.

"Your not going to tell my parents or Mitch are you?" he asked nervously.

"No." she said.

"Yes Mrs. Collins you are one mother I would love to fuck." he said bluntly.

"Oh my I guess I would have to say that I'm flattered." she said blushing.

"Really, you are very beautiful and I think your body is absolutely incredible looking." he said.

Karen leaned towards the young man with the intention of just giving him an innocent friendly kiss of thanks for flattering the older mother. When she did Kevin reached up behind her pulled her face to his and planted a very wet romantic kiss on her lips. 

Karen was shocked that she was paralyzed to move, the young man eagerly pushed her lips apart and sent his tongue into her mouth. She gasped at the bold move yet could not bring herself to stop him, it had been many years since her husband actually kissed her with that much unbridled passion.

She could feel his trembling hands work their way under her shirt and he gently began to massage her big tits. She leaned back onto the couch pulling the young man down with her, he continued to fondle her breasts, playing with her big thick nipples. Then she felt his hand slide back down her stomach and he unbuttoned her shorts. He slid his hand into the shorts, through the thick pubic hair, he then moved the his fingers over her moistening pussy.

His hand was now rubbing her pussy vigorously and soon he found her clit, he rubbed it causing her to emit soft moans. Soon he brought her to a small gentle orgasm and she finally broke the kiss, Kevin tried to pull her shorts off yet now she stopped him.

"That was nice Kevin, but I can't let you do anymore." she whispered.

"Oh god, I'm so hard it hurts." he moaned.

"Sit up and pull down your jeans." she said.

He did so quickly, his hard six inch cock was now into view, she took hold of it gently and began to jerk it up and down. She used one hand to stroke his cock and her other was fondling his large egg shaped balls, she could not let this potent young man fuck her. She was so horny with everything that went on between her and Mitch, and with her husband still away. Yet this would have to do for her jerking off this young stud on the couch in her living room.

It did not take long for the young man to tense up and start shooting thick jets of milky white cum. The first spurt landed on her arm, the rest landed on his shirt and her hand, she reached for the tissues on the coffee table. The young man took them and quickly wiped the cum off of his shirt and she took some for her hand and arm.

She led him to the door of the house, the whole time he kept telling her that if he got some condoms would she call him to come over when Mitch was not around. She told him she would think about it and went into the living room after seeing him out. She plopped down on the couch and looked at the few pieces of balled up tissue.

She was still horny so she took a couple of them that were still wet with cum, she laid back on the couch fingering her pussy for some relief. Karen took one of the tissues with her free hand and licked the gobs of cum until she frigged herself to orgasm.

A few hours later Mitch arrived home with a big bouquet of flowers, Karen was surprised to see this. The card simply said sorry and I love you on it, he led her out to the kitchen to show her the rest of the surprises.

"Tonight we will watch this romantic movie, I will make you a nice dinner, to make up for being such a shit lately." he said.

"Wow sounds nice." she said. "Sort of a nice little date with just me and my son."

"Yeah why don't you go upstairs and get dressed, Aunt Melissa is coming by to take Jenny so you can relax and I can make up to you." he said.

"Well I guess I better go upstairs and pump, the drug store sent a new one over." she said. "I'll be down in a little while." 

She had a couple of bottles of breast milk ready and had a bag packed for the baby her sister came by and picked her up. She then went back upstairs to change for her little make up date with her son, she was glad that he must of felt bad for what happened and wants to show it by all of this effort.

She put on her short black skirt for the first time after the pregnancy, it still fit, she put on a pair of hose and heels. She did her hair up nice and then wore make up, it felt good to do all of this for she had not done it in almost a year. 

The table was set with candles, Mitch even had a couple bottles of her favorite wine chilled and ready for her. The two of them chatted and she was surprised that her son could cook this well, after she killed the first bottle she invited her son to share the second one with her.

Mitch put some soft music on the stereo and invited his mother to dance, she graciously accepted and the two of the danced around the dining room. Then he said it was time to watch the movie, the two of them took the last bottle of wine with them. Karen never noticed that Mitch never drank any and she killed the second bottle singlehandedly. 

The movie, the wine, the romantic atmosphere were having it's desired affect on her for Mitch, his mother leaned against him on the couch. She slowly rolled over on to her back her son then reached around and began to feel her tits. She could do nothing to stop him, she just sighed and let him continue, he then pulled on the neckline stretching the material of the dress. He finally got both of her breasts out for him to look at and enjoy playing with.

Mitch could not get over all big and firm they were, nor could he get over how erect her nipples got. He ran his hand down her stomach and lifted the hem of her skirt, she tried weakly to stop him, yet could not. He got his hand inside her panties and began to rub her pussy, Karen could not control her emotions, she got very wet and spread her legs for her son.

"Mom I'm going to take you up to your bed and I'm going to make love to you." he said softly. "Try and stop me, I will take you willingly or by force, but I will have you."

With that he got up and he leaned down to pick his mother up, he carried her up to her bedroom and laid her down on her bed. Karen felt as if she was in a dream as her son stood by the bed undressing himself.

"Mitch please no." she whimpered softly to him. 

"Yes mother tonight you are mine." he said.

She could do nothing to stop him, she was drunk, she uncontrollably horny and she loved her son. He was now naked and she could see him in the moonlight that shone into her room, he was young and muscular, then she looked down and saw his big cock. It was not huge like you see in the porno's her husband occasionally got, yet it was maybe an inch or two bigger than his father, maybe a little thicker as well.

He got on the bed, he pulled her heels off, then he reached under the skirt and pulled her hose and then her panties down. Mitch then lifted the dress up over her head to reveal his mother's sexy naked body. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to lick and suck on it, tiny spurts of milk came out.

Karen moaned and arched her back toward her son's eager mouth, this encouraged Mitch to continue his sexual assault on her. He then kissed his way down her stomach and ran his tongue through her pubic mound. Her son spread her legs apart wider and began to eagerly lick at his mother's wet pussy. Soon his tongue found her clit and he feverishly flicked his tongue over it real fast.

Now Karen could feel her powerful orgasm building inside of her, she reached down and held her son's head mashing her pussy against his face. Mitch waited til his mother's orgasm subsided and then he pulled himself up between her legs. He effortlessly slid his cock into her waiting pussy, his strokes long slow and gentle.

To his surprise his mother wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers, she kissed him passionately. After she broke the kiss she licked around his chin and his upper lip, getting all of her pussy juice. Then she surprised him even more when she said to her son in a sultry husky bedroom voice.

"Tonight I'm yours, now fuck me my son fuck me."

With that encouragement he started to drive his hard cock into his mother, he could feel her fingernails rake his back and here her passionate moans. Soon she was cumming again and again, then her son was releasing his seed as well. He rolled off of his mother to catch his breathe after a few minutes his mother crawled down and sucked his cock til it got hard again. Now she got on top of him and rode his cock up and down, she came many times before he finally came again. 

After that she had to collapse on the bed, the sheets now wet with sex, she felt her son pull up next to her and they fell asleep in each others arms.



Hard Lessons Ch. 03



The music had so much bass Angela felt the beat caressing her body like so many pairs of hands. So far Cosmo's was living up to its billing, it was wall to wall bodies with a DJ that was burning it up and everyone on the dance floor was moving and twisting in an undulating rhythm. For her part Angela was in Heaven; Gregory had been everything Jessie had promised: he was tall, probably six foot or so with fair skin barely darker than what hers got to in the summer. His hair was black, freshly trimmed and wavy and he had a smile that broke down her apprehension from the minute she'd opened the door when he'd come to pick her up. His eyes were a pretty shade of green and yeah, he definitely knew how to move. It hadn't taken long before they were in step, grooving close, Angela brushing her ass against him every now and then before spinning back to face him. She may have been in Heaven, but she bet Gregory was seeing the Devil in her dark eyes...

Suddenly the stage lighting flared and the DJ who had been running things was lost in darkness as a second column of light stabbed down to the left of him, illuminating an all new DJ. The man shouted into his microphone and told everyone it was time the party got muy caliente. A chorus of shouts came back in response, cheering him on. Gregory leaned in close to Angela's ear while the previous song faded and they had a moment where she'd be able to hear him. She was smiling, in part because she was having such a good time but also, now, because she was getting a chance to inhale the scent coming off Gregory's hot skin some more. She hadn't been bold enough to ask him earlier that night what cologne or aftershave or whatever it was he used but damn if it wasn't right; it wasn't too strong or too sweet...it smelled...well it smelled like MAN, in the best sense possible. With his full lips so close to the edge of her ear, almost touching but not quite, Angela felt herself tingling.

"Ohhhhhh yeah, cool, you're going to LOVE him; that's DJ Barracuda and he spins the baddest hip-hop Salsa this side of the border."

"No lie?" she asked, surprised there would be someone out here doing music she REALLY knew how to move to. She'd learned Salsa watching her Mother and Father dancing at family parties from the time she was little. If this DJ was the real deal, Gregory was going to definitely be in for a treat.

The club lighting dimmed again, the strobing and neon strips taking over as DJ Barracuda opened up with a blend of Carlos Santana's electric guitar artistry remixed in with a Selena sample, upping the underlying bass all the time. The crowd shifted gears, readjusting to the new style and the difference in music, finding the beat and trying to do it justice. Angela picked it up effortlessly, tapping into the Latin vein like she'd just been immersed in a strictly Spanish conversation between her body and the music. Gregory, moving to keep up, was getting a little lost staring at Angela's swaying hips and ass the way he was. She followed the rhythm like the moon chased the sun, naturally, beautifully, and he smiled inwardly as he caught the envious glances of guys nearby. 

Reaching out, she pulled Gregory closer, making it easier for her to get him in step and more difficult for him to gawk. The compromise? Now he was close enough to her that their bodies could blend together, her supple curves to his tall frame, slithering against one another in a dance fast becoming all their own...

******

The knock at the door echoed once or twice before Jessie answered. "Who is it?" she called, knowing the answer.

"Oscar. You know it's me, open up."

Jessie stayed on her bed, leaning back against the wall. "I know a guy named Oscar, kinda fine, too, but I hear he breaks dates."

"Jess', come on, can I come in, I told you what happened and my leg is still sore."

"I really, REALLY wanted to go dancing tonight," she continued, unmoved but smiling impishly.

"I know baby, I know."

"I guess, though if you were really, REALLY sorry maybe I could forget just this once."

"You think?" Oscar asked, playing along from out in the hallway, smiling as he heard the latches turn and happier still when he saw the door open. Jessie was standing there in nothing but one of his dress shirts, the one he'd left here after an awards dinner last week. It was unbuttoned down to the sterling hoop in her navel and the inner curves of her breasts were exposed showing that if nothing else, she didn't have a bra on. Her reddish hair tumbled to the top of her shoulders and framed her angular face and large, blue eyes. Shapely legs appeared from beneath the bottom of the shirt...Oscar had always loved Jessie's legs, especially the way her calves curved and her small, pretty feet. Her bare feet, he also saw, had been recently-pedicured judging by the clear gloss and white trim on her toenails. 

He stood in the doorway for a few moments wearing a black sweatshirt and white, knee-length starter shorts with black stripes down the sides and tennis shoes with no socks. He was enjoying the simple sight and sense of Jessie while she, on the other hand, was obviously enjoying him being there and loving the thoughts of what would follow. 

Oscar had been pretty busy the past three weeks, between classes and football practice they hadn't seen each other as much as usual. They'd found out the hard way that phone sexing only went so far. Tonight was supposed to be a break in the dry spell and he hadn't liked having to break the date and miss out on Cosmo's any more than she had enjoyed him doing it but when he'd called twenty minutes ago and asked if he could come over, he knew by the lilt in Jessie's voice that he was finally going to take that frustration away...

Leaning in he bent his tall, broad frame and coiled his muscular arms around her, squeezing her tight. He began kissing and nuzzling the side of her neck just below her ear, right where she loved it. "I really AM sorry, baby, but you know, I'm glad we're here alone instead." 

Jessie's only answer was to pull him inside and push the door shut as she backpedaled, still clinging to him. With practiced ease they found her bed and sank onto it, her hands around his neck as he came down on top of her, his mouth going from her neck to her lips in a kiss that let them---in its intensity---know they'd been apart too long. Her pale hands stood out in contrast to his rich dark skin as she stroked backwards along his jaw to caress the back of his smoothly-shaven head, pulling his mouth tighter to hers to allow her tongue pierced with its rounded steel stud to dance wildly with his. The kiss continued as one of Oscar's large hands slid inside the open shirt to clutch Jessie's breast, the soft flesh filling his hand, her nipple hardening against his palm.

Jessie moaned as her body recognized her man in a cascade of increasingly explosive sensations. She hooked one leg around his waist, heel digging into his back and ground her pelvis against him, her pussy---which was naked beneath the shirt---fluttered, lips now swollen and slick with boiling arousal. And as she arched her back and pressed her hips to meet his she could feel the knot growing between his legs; growing, uncoiling like a python awakened from its sleep and right now Jessie couldn't imagine anything she wanted more.

"Mmmmnnnhh... Baby... Baby DAMN, I need you NOW," she hissed into his ear, teeth grazing the lobe and her tongue flicking out teasingly. Oscar groaned like distant thunder, there was no way he could refuse that; no way would he ever want to.

Tugging at the shirt, Oscar showed Jessie his answer. Buttons popped and she was laid bare beneath him, legs spread, waxed pussy practically steaming as she twisted and moaned beneath him. Pulling at his loose starter shorts, she yanked them down over his muscular asscheeks until his dick swung free and heavy, more beautiful to her than ever after her recent denial. Oscar's shaft pulsed when she curled her fingers around it possessively; it was veiny, thick, and almost as dark as coffee but just as hot. With both hands she stroked it while pulling it eagerly toward her waiting pussy. Watching Jessie shift beneath him to better accept his thrust, Oscar could feel when she lifted her thighs high, sliding them upward along his well-defined torso pushing his sweatshirt up in the process. Knees bent, feet arched and toes pointing to the ceiling Jessie was beyond ready.

"Now baby, now...please. Fuck me, daddy I need it ssssooooo BAD." 

That was the last thing Oscar consciously registered before lunging forward, burying his dick inside Jessie in one steady, measured thrust...that and the wet slurping sound of her pussy greedily swallowing him whole. Jessie moaned in delight before biting down into Oscar's solid shoulder making him groan out as well. In the back of his mind, as the heat of her pussy drove him more and more wild he couldn't help but pray his boy Gregory didn't bring Angela home early...

******

Gregory slid his hands up and down along Angela's hips as he felt her peach-shaped ass flexing back against him while she whipped her hair about seductively as her head rolled with the beat; Barracuda was hitting his fourth mix and she was on FIRE, twisting and grinding with a rhythmic passion that was driving him crazy. As far as blind dates went, Angela had turned out to be a literal Lotto JACKPOT. 

While she was a little shy at the beginning it hadn't taken long for her light to shine through; her inner beauty was as abundant as her exterior beauty which was genuinely saying something. Angela had told him as they talked on the way to the club that her grand parents were Costa Rican and she joked about how everyone she'd met had pegged her as just about every Latin nationality BUT that one. For his part, Gregory could understand the confusion; his own first impression was that she was Puerto Rican, or maybe Cuban, but he could only guess since he'd grown up in San Francisco and hadn't met many Hispanic people before coming to college. He didn't have the exposure to really see the details dividing the branches of her ethnic tree but he'd listened closely to her as she'd explained some of it to him, after all he DID know to outsider's eyes all people of color tended to get lumped together within their groups. Asians, Hispanics, middle-eastern, black, it didn't matter.

And she was so easy to listen to, her voice was almost a sexual act all on its own; soft, with a barely there accent flavoring every word in a way that made him wish HE was from Costa Rica. It had been a conscious act paying attention to driving as she sat in the car beside him, smelling like she did, sounding like she did, and looking like she did... Yeah, he owed Oscar and Jessie big time for this no doubt about it, she was just THAT incredible.

Spotlights began rolling; casting criss-crossing beams across the crowd as Barracuda began his spin down, thanking everybody for coming out to see him. As his music lowered and a background track kicked in, Angela slowed to a stop, leaning back into Gregory like someone had just unplugged her adrenaline I.V. supply. Holding her close---first out of reflex because he thought she might fall and then, Gregory realized, it was instead with the familiarity of two people who had made a connection---he felt Angela cover his hands with her own while tilting her head to the side, looking up at him with a smile.

"I think...I think we should go somewhere," she said, letting the sound of her voice and moist sparkle of her eyes explain the rest.

"Are you sure...?" Gregory said, surprised he was wasting the time asking. She nodded and began walking, pulling him by the hand along behind her as she weaved through the press of bodies and headed for the exit.

Angela pushed the door open and paused, taking a deep breath; she stood there, feeling the night air brushing against her, making her skin---still moist from all the dancing---tingle wildly. Placing her palm to Gregory's chest for...support, she shifted slightly and reached down, undoing the ankle straps and sliding off first one shoe, then the other; dropping herself by a few inches as she now stood barefoot on the warm asphalt of the parking lot. Angela wiggled her toes as she took her shoes by their straps in one hand so she could reach out again with the other for Gregory's.

Gregory took her small hand in his again and took the lead back to the car, working hard to keep his stride relaxed; one because he didn't want to seem anxious and two because---barefoot now---he didn't want her stepping on anything out here. They moved quietly, around the club's side and into the shadows of its back lot, Gregory now happy it had been so crowded tonight that he couldn't find a spot out front. 

Every now and then out of the corner of his eye he would catch Angela's short dress billowing slightly in the breeze before settling again; clinging to her body and outlining the luscious curves he'd learned so well over the last few hours before it billowed away again teasingly.

Knowing they were getting close to the car, Angela took a final tour of her mind in search of some sense of reservation or reason why she should do anything other than what she was headed into right now and found none. She had really clicked with Gregory, effortless comfort, and as Jessie had said "Gregory is FINE" and he was...he was and she just liked him, the person he was as much as she enjoyed the way he looked and well, yeah she was horny as hell, too. God, she was glad her parents couldn't see her now because she was definitely not being their good little girl tonight...

As they walked Gregory felt Angela stroking the back of his hand with her thumb, a silky touch, delicate as everything else about her and no less arousing. His dick twitched at the sensory memory of the feel and sight of her body; the way her hair and skin smelled, the way she smiled. And with the fading out of just those few moments of reflection they were there, at the car. Stopping she turned to him slowly, looking up into his eyes. Angela dropped her shoes to the ground and brought her hand up to his flat stomach, sliding it upward until she was touching his face, tracing his bottom lip with her fingers.

Gregory's arms snaked around her; one hand following the arch of Angela's back down to the firm swell of her ass, clutching at it and wedging the material of her dress into the beautifully carved cleft while his other hand came up behind her neck, stroking the side before getting lost in a tangle of her silky hair, pulling her into him. She rose on the tips of her toes to meet his mouth hungrily, kissing with a hot need that required no more explanations.

"Mmmmnnnhh...mmmnnh," Angela moaned, her tongue thrashing in his mouth while she felt his hand roaming freely across her ass; it was a delicious, possessive touch that she welcomed like she would welcome water in the desert. 

Gregory backed her against the side of his car, their bodies twisted together seamlessly as the kiss intensified. She had her hands up and under his shirt raking the skin of his back with her nails in a way that only spurred him on. His dick was a throbbing knot between his legs, pushing against her, pulsing, ready, reminding her with that lust-filled pressure that she had NO idea where she was going to allow this to go. But as quickly as the question came, it went; instinct had gotten her this far, she decided, and she was willing to trust in it---and in Gregory---for the rest of the way. 

Almost as she made that choice she felt herself getting lighter, the balls of her feet leaving the ground, a sensation at first she thought was tied to the kiss until she realized she was now just above eye-level with Gregory. 

His hands up under her ass, gripping tight, Gregory kept lifting Angela until her hips were just above his own and she could wrap her thighs around his waist. 

Gregory groaned into Angela's mouth as he felt her nipples dragging up along his chest. He loved that feeling; her nipples were thick and hard, straining against the thin material of her dress and capping her small breasts that he KNEW she hadn't covered with a bra tonight. 

Angela was moaning too, and loudly, clasping his waist tight between her satiny thighs as her heels dug into the backs of his long legs. The change in position only seemed to excite her---which is what he'd hoped for---and he turned a bit as they continued kissing, moving them from the side of the car around to its front. 

Twisting in his arms, Angela was writhing, supple, as sensually rhythmic as she'd been on the dance floor but now, now she would be dancing to HIS beat. He felt the car grille against his legs and knew it was time to lower her again which he did gently, slowly; their lips still pressed together tongues still entwined. Gregory set her butt on the hood of the car and then began leaning her backward, Angela surrendering to his guidance without hesitation. 

Stretched out now, Angela found herself staring upward at the night sky, to her it was a dark curtain of indigo splattered with stars draped behind the moon which sat bloated and full, a silent voyeur to what was unfolding below. Gregory was stroking her thighs as he straightened, staring at her, eyes consuming her every nuance and contour. 

While he watched she arched her back slightly and drew her knees up and apart, spreading her legs for him before he could ask. They drew wider and her dress bunched around her hips, exposing her plump mound which was only covered by a whisper of black, rose-patterned lace. Dropping to one knee Gregory dragged his lips and tongue down along the inside of one of Angela's thighs, drawn almost hypnotically in toward that steamy, sweetly perfumed pussy of hers. 

"Dios...dios," Angela hissed, biting down on her lip when she felt Gregory's mouth close over her pussy, sucking on it through her panties. Her heart pounded wildly as she felt the thin lace soaking through with a combination of Gregory's hot spit and her own juices now oozing from between her lips. The seam of Angela's panties was pressing hard against her clit, now budding and fully exposed from the fleshy protection of its hood. She felt the car hood buckle beneath her a little as she trembled and twisted but there was no helping it; Gregory really, REALLY knew what he was doing down there and it felt too damned good to lay still. Using it all, his tongue, his lips, his teeth even; Gregory was hitting every spot she needed hit like he had a sensual road map of her pussy or something. It was insane; climax was following climax, one on top of the other and every one bigger, deeper than the last. Yes, she'd gone without for a while but she wasn't going to short him; there was no mistaking his talent and what Gregory was doing now qualified in the pussy worship category.

Gregory loved this, she tasted better than he had even imagined, sweet like Honeysuckle in the summertime upped by a factor of TEN. Gregory had chewed and licked and sucked at her panties until they were reduced to just a sheer strand rolled between the sopping lips of her pussy. With his tongue he licked along the edges of those folds, sucking the lips in while grazing them with his teeth, stabbing inside with two of his fingers to make her pot boil over.

"Nnnnnhhhh...nnnnhhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Angela shouted up at the moon in an explosion of searing, blissful pleasure, pussy snapping and sucking at Gregory's skillfully invading fingers as she bucked through her most staggering climax yet. But Angela---stomach wrenching---realized she wasn't finished yet. Her small feet came down, planting on his broad shoulders just before she thrust her crotch straight into his face, grinding it hard as rivers of what he'd skillfully drawn from her gushed out in sugary, violent spasms that caught them both off guard. 




Hard Lessons Ch. 03



Gregory responded reflexively, mouth open, tongue swirling, and his hands holding her hips as the flavor of this new flood immediately killed his initial fear that she'd somehow lost reign on her bladder. She shuddered intensely through it and he just rode it out, savoring everything about it, about this night, about HER.

"Dios..." she gasped hoarsely, collapsing, body limp from the power of what she'd just experienced. Rolling slowly to one side she curled up slightly as the tingling ripples of what she'd felt began to fade, dissolving like the foam in freshly poured root beer. She smiled, trying to catch her breath as she thought how strange it was that root beer had come to mind after this man had just given her some of the best---if not THE best---head she'd had in her entire sexual life. Though she could feel the self-consciousness creeping into her gut over doing that thing she sometimes---with the right inspiration---could do; that thing that even after reading numerous medical journals that said it was very natural, special even, still made her feel...weird. 

Gregory sat on the hood beside her, hand smoothing along her upper thigh and hip. She was turned away from him; he looked down at her quietly, unable to do anything but admire the way the thin strand of the thong disappeared in between the beautifully sculpted swells of her round ass. But his staring aside, his wonder at what he recognized as his first experience with female ejaculation aside, he could see she was tired and that meant he needed to, unfortunately, get her back home. Leaning down, he kissed the side of her neck, nuzzling it a little.

"I think we should get on the road...get back to campus," he said softly into her ear. "If we don't I might try and turn you into my own all you can eat buffet." 

Angela giggled almost musically, relaxing as his attitude and tone let her know he had definitely enjoyed himself and hadn't found anything "weird" about what had happened. She looked back over her shoulder sleepily; hair tussled and looked into his eyes.

"You sure?" she asked, leaving the rest open for interpretation.

"Yeah," he smiled back warmly. "But I'd like to take you out again---I mean, not because...well, you know...for another date. Anyplace you like. We could do dinner or---"

"I'd love to come dancing again," she said directly.

"Yeah, me too."

As she smoothed her dress down, trying to make herself something approaching presentable again she nodded in agreement. Yes, she thought to herself, Gregory was a really nice guy, really nice and really fine... 

To Be Continued...



Hard Lessons Ch. 04



The next day Karen awoke with a killer hang over, she sat up naked in bed and rubbed her forehead. She could feel her son's cum ooze out of her pussy and onto the sheets as she sat up in bed wondering how many times he fucked her. How could her son do this to her, getting her drunk, attempting to romance and seduce her and then taking advantage of his own mother?

On the pillow on the other side of the bed was a note from her son, it read that he had a wonderful time last night, he went off to the store and would be back soon. Karen got out of bed and went into the master bathroom, she started the shower, she opened the medicine cabinet and took a couple of aspirins. Karen got into the shower and began to scrub her body with a washcloth she was trying hard to scrub away the guilt of yesterday.

Images kept coming into her mind as she did this, first giving into temptation and jerking off her son's young high school friend. Then licking the young man's cum out of the tissue while she blatantly frigged her pussy on the couch. She now saw her son, making love to her in her marital bed, granted she being drunk she shamefully had to admit she enjoy what had happened.

Mitch came home he had a bag with croissants fresh from a local bakery and fresh orange juice, he put them on a plate, poured two wine glasses with orange juice. He grabbed some butter and some jelly, and he put a single red rose in a small vase. With everything arranged on a tray he carried it up to his mother's bedroom. 

He entered his mother's bedroom and saw she was not in bed, he then heard the running water coming from his mother's bathroom shower. He set the tray down and undressed, he heard the water shut off, the door to the master bathroom was open a crack so he went over to look in at her.

He watched his mother dry her body with a large towel, she then wrapped it around her, she stepped out of the shower over to her sink. She brushed out her hair while drying it with a hair dryer, and Mitch could feel his cock harden watching her. Mitch quietly stepped up behind her and wrapped his muscular arms around her.

"Mitch you need to get out of here!" she said firmly.

"Why mom you wanted this bad enough last night." He said to grind his hard cock against her ass.

"Mitch it was wrong and you took advantage of me with all of that wine." She replied.

She tried to push away from his hold and the sink, it was a futile attempt as her son used his arm to push her down. When he did this, it caused her ass to push back toward his cock, Mitch used his leg to push her legs apart.

"Mom's I will prove to you that you liked what I did last night." He grunted hard as he plunged his cock into her wet pussy. "Fuck mom you are already wet and ready to fuck me."

"Mitch pllleeeaaassssseeeeeeee stops that." She begged.

"Oh yeah this feels good admit?" He said as he pumped his hard cock in and out of her.

"No, no, no, no no." Panted over and over.

"Admit." He said as he pulled the towel off, he reached around and roughly fondled her big tits so hard that milk trickled from them.

"Yes I like it." She said. "Who would not like to be fucked by you hard young cock, now if your going to fuck me, then fuck me dammit."

Mitch put both hands around to her massive chest, he held onto her tits roughly as he pounded his mother's pussy with his big cock. The loud moans she was emitting only made him fuck her harder and harder. 

"Oh fuck that feels good" She said cumming. "Fuck me, cum in my pussy baby."

"AGH!" He shouted shooting his load into his mother's pussy.

Karen waited for her son to stop cumming, finally she was able to unpin herself from the sink. She kissed him tenderly on the lips and grabbed his hand, she led him into the bedroom surprised by the breakfast he had for her. The two of them sat on the bed and ate, quietly just staring at each other.

"Baby, Why don't you take a shower?" She said. "I will get dressed and go pick up your sister."

"All right Mom." He said.

When left to take a shower her quickly dressed, grabbed her purse and left the house to get the baby. She however did not return until later in the evening, but Mitch was sitting in his father's easy chair watching something on television.

She took the baby upstairs to her nursery and then returned to the living, she reached for the remote control and shut off the show he was watching.

"Where have you been all day?" He asked with a slight hint of anger in his voice.

"For one I do not answer to you and I had to do some serious thinking about what has happened between us this weekend." She answered.

"Okay I have to say something first, and I love you Mom. I want to be with you every chance we can, I don't care about Dad or anyone else, just you." He explained.

"Well I love you too. Your Father returns in a week. You and I have that long to get this out of our system. I have not had sex that passionate in a long time and I miss it, my proposal to you is as long as you get good grades in summer school and you can promise me that when the rest of our family returns that we go back to being mother and son." She waited a moment for it to sink in. "If you cannot accept my terms, I will pack up and stay with my sister for the rest of the week."

"So you are saying I get to have sex with you the rest of the week, as long as I get good grades and I can promise that once everyone gets back that our affair ends." He replied.

"Exactly." She answered.

"What choices do me really have, it will be tough once they get back you know." He mentioned.

"Yes it will, but I love your father and I will not destroy this family with our passion." She said. "When they pull into the driveway it is over and will never be spoke of again."

"Okay mom I accept your terms." He said with reluctance.

"Great." She said standing up.

She walked over to her son and got down on her knees, she looked up at him as her hands undid his jean shorts. Then she pulled the zipper down and pulled out his semi hard cock, she smiled at him lovingly as she lowered her head to it. His mother ran her tongue up and down the full length of her son's cock making it grows harder and harder. She began to stroke it up and down with her small manicured hand, then she surprised Mitch when she licked his balls.

"Oh mom that feels so good." He moaned.

She did not say anything only continued her oral manipulation of his manhood, she alternated from his balls to sucking his cock. Her son did not know this that his mothers use to be quite the blow job queen when she was his age. Several young men tried to bed her but she wanted to protect her virginity and only gave blow jobs or hand jobs to them.

Finally she stood up and with the help of her son she shimmies out of her tight jeans, then came down the thong she was wearing. She pulled her tank top off and then her bra, with that she climbed on top of her son, straddling him in the chair. He managed to reach down and pull the chair back so he was now in a lying position.

Karen began to bounce up and down on her son's cock while he reached up and played with her big tits. She got him to squeeze them more gently as they were sensitive from the rough handling this morning. Mitch was in heaven he had his beautiful mother bouncing up and down on his cock he alternated his hands from her big tits to her fleshy soft ass.

"Oh yes babies I love when you touch me." She moaned. "Oh god you are going to make me, ah ah, ah aha yes I'm cumming."

"Mom you are so hot." He groaned as he was now thrusting his hips.

"Shoot it baby, shoot you're hot cum in me." She said.

"Oh mom you sound so smutty." He grunted.

"For one week I will be your slut, oh god baby I'm cumming again." She moaned.

"Oh yes me to mom." He moaned. "Oh shit here it cumssss."

As her son shot his sperm into her unprotected womb again, she collapsed on top of him, the chair was now wet with sweat. They laid together for several minutes kissing and caressing each other.

"Take me upstairs and make love to me." She said softly. 

"Yes mom." He said. He could feel his cock getting hard in her again, it was difficult but he managed to put the chair down, keep his cock in her stood up and carried her up to her room with his cock in her pussy.

Little did either of the two incestuous lovers know that Kevin had stopped by to see Mitch again, only this time he saw more than he should. As he came up on the porch, he heard sounds of sex coming from the house, he hid behind the large hedges and looked into the living room window to see his best buddy fucking his own mother.

While Mitch is in school, Kevin was definitely going to pay Karen a visit, one that he will most thoroughly enjoy. This time he was not going to leave with just a hand job from this sexy mother.



Hard Lessons Ch. 05



It was Monday morning and parked down the street in his camaro was Kevin waiting for Mitch to leave for summer school. He watched as his friend had left, then to his chagrin he saw Karen come out of the house pushing one of those baby strollers that you could run with. She wore a tight sports bra and a pair of tight spandex shorts. He watched as she and the baby ran down the road and out of sight, he slouched down and napped waiting for her return.

Kevin fell asleep longer than he wanted too, she had to be home by now so he pulled his car up to the front of her house. He got out of the car and went up to the front door, he rang the bell and waited for her. She came running to the door still wearing the jogging outfit she had left with on earlier; she had a look of surprise to see Kevin.

"Uh, Hi Kev, What can I do for you?" she asked not inviting him in.

"Well for starters Karen may I come in, I really need to talk to you." He said with a sense of urgency.

"If you insist, but I can tell you we will not have a repeat of what happened the other day." She said to usher him into the living room.

He sat on the couch, yet she had chosen to sit in the chair across from him, her hair drawn in a pony tail and even the lack of a make up still made her look very attractive. Kevin wrung his hands a couple of times and then he finally got the courage to speak up.

"What we did the other day was sexy as all hell, I really think it was one of the hottest experiences of my life." He explained.

"Yes, I enjoyed it to Kevin, unfortunately that is all we can do and it was a one time thing." She said. "I made a mistake with what we had done and I would thank you not to ever mention again, think we could do it again or mention to Mitch."

"Well I think some circumstances will change your mind about this Karen." He now was staring at her with a burning lust in his eyes.

"What are those?" She asked now getting a little uncomfortable.

"I stopped by the house last night to see if Mitch wanted to go play some mini golf and hang out. I saw what you two did, I saw the incredible blow job you gave him and then I saw you too fuck right in that chair." He said pointing to her husband's chair.


"Oh my god" She whispered softly, she now leaned forward with her elbows resting on her knees and her face buried in her hands.

Kevin stood up and walked over to where she was sitting he did not say a word or make any attempt to touch her. Instead he unbuttoned his pants and then he unzipped them, he pulled his already hard cock out.

"I think you know what you have to do now to protect your little secret." He said looking down on her with a sly grin across his face.

Without saying another word she reached up and took the young man's cock into her delicate hands, she leaned forward in the chair to get closer to it. She had tears in her eyes as she did know what she had to do, she took his cock into her mouth. Kevin threw his head back as he enjoyed the sensation of the older woman's skilled mouth work on his hard cock.

Karen sucked the cock in and out of her mouth and then started to run her tongue all over the under side of it. Kevin reached down and roughly began to squeeze her large tits and then roughly pinching her erect nipples through the material. Karen whimpered softly at the rough treatment her tits were getting yet she continued to suck and lick the young hard cock before her.

Kevin stopped her for a moment so he could reach down and pull the sports bra up so he could feel the bare skin of her large tits. Then he pushed her head back toward his cock, she once again sucked it into her mouth. This time he did not let her set the pace, now he knew he was in full control of this woman. He reached behind her head and grabbed her pony tail roughly, he forcibly pushed her head back en forth on her cock making her suck him harder and faster in the process.

The living room was full of the sounds of her slurping and sucking on his cock, Kevin moaned aloud when she reached under his balls. She ran her fingers from his asshole to the sensitive underside of his ball sack. Kevin grabbed her head now with both hands and started to shoot is cum into her mouth. Karen swallowed as much of it as she could, yet a lot of it was rolling down her chin.

"Satisfied?" She asked wiping her chin.

"Not yet." He replied. "Let's see what else you may have."

With that he forced her onto her back and slid her spandex shorts off, then he pulled her lacy black thong off. He pushed her leg's parts to reveal her pussy. It was glistening before him in its wet glory. He took a big wiff of her musky aroma, then he ran his tongue up her slit making her tense up. His tongue found her clit and went hard at work flicking while he slid three fingers into her. He roughly fingered fucked her while he kept eating her wet pussy as well, Karen had not ever been treated this roughly in all of her years with her husband or with her son.

She could not help having a powerful orgasm enjoying the rough treatment to her body. 

She rubbed her cunt juice all over his face and fingers as she finally came with a powerful orgasm. Kevin's cock was now fully recovered so he stood up and pulled her body toward him, her head and most of her back now laid flat on the chair, while from her waist down was hanging off. He held onto her legs as he lifted her pelvis up toward him and easily slid his cock into her, he fucked with a fast furious determination.

Karen could not explain what was coming over her she reached down and took each of her tits in her hands. She was squeezing them at first, then playing with her nipples, her moaning became louder and louder. Then she took one of her tits and pulled it up to her mouth to lick its nipple, she had never done this yet had seen it in a porn or two her husband made her watch.

"Yeah, I knew you could be a dirty slut." He said to watch the display.

Kevin stopped fucking her after she had an orgasm from it, he pulled his cock out and pulled her up. He led her over to the couch and made her hold onto the back of it with her hands while sitting on her knees. He now got behind her entered her from behind. This position allowed him access to both her tits and her pussy. While he fucked her, he alternated from playing with her tits and reaching down to rub her clit.

"You are such a dirty slut, fucking your son and now his best friend." He said aloud fucking her pussy hard.

"OH YES!" She yelled. "Yes I'm such a fucking slut. I'm coming, fuck me harder baby!"

"Come on come all over my cock slut." He moaned.

"YES, YES, YES, I'm cummminggggggg." She moaned aloud.

"I'm going to shoot my hot come baby." He said.

To her surprise he pulled his cock out and shot his hot jizz all over her backside, she had to lie there for a few minutes to catch her breath. Kevin got dressed and promised to see her tomorrow after Mitch went to school.

Karen had enough time to clean up before Mitch got home and when her son arrived she greeted him at the door. He was not inside for a minute when got down on her knees and took his cock out to give him a blow job. His mother sucked on him until he finally shot his load into her mouth, she swallowed all of it, then went to make dinner. 

After the baby was to bed the two of them went to her bedroom and made love all night, Karen could not believe how sore she pussy was getting from all the fucking it had received from two horny young men. While her naked son slept beside her she had to figure out how to get her son's sex drive down, sort of ween him off of the sex with her before his father got home. She also had to figure out how to get Kevin to stop blackmailing her for sex as well. None of this was going to be easy, deep inside she really loved her husband and her family, yet now she was stuck with a love-struck son and a manipulative little bastard who fucked her better than she had ever had it.

Damn she hated to admit that a part of her like being treated like a smutty whore for Kevin's perverse pleasure. Maybe when all of this is over she could try to get her husband to give her a little of the same treatment in their love making from time to time. 

"That's it" She said aloud yet not meaning to.

"What is it Mom?" Her son moaned.

"Nothing dear goes back to sleep." She said aloud.

Tomorrow she would hatch her plan that would take care of both of her problems and hopefully keep both of the lusty young men happy.



Hard Lessons Ch. 06



Karen turned her son down for any kind of sexual contact this morning. She was both tired and sore from all of the action this past few days. She told him she would make it up to him and he would be very pleased.

She waited until he left and got right on the phone to her sister Kelly, she explained she wanted her to come over so they could sun together in the backyard. Then she called her mother to see if she wanted to watch the baby for a little while today. Her mother said she would be delighted to watch the baby for her, so she got the baby dressed. Then she packed a diaper bag, put her in her car seat and took the baby to her mothers.

Karen got home and changed into her favorite two pieces just in time for Kelly to pull into her driveway. She quickly called Kevin and told him to hurry over, also to never mind the vehicle in the driveway. He agreed and would be there in a few minutes, her sister came in wearing a long white tee shirt over her suit.

"Hey Kelly!" shouted Karen. "I have a whole pitcher of a long island iced tea for us to enjoy."

"Great I brought some wine coolers too." Her sister said.

Kelly is a few years younger than Karen with three kids, her husband Stewart left her after the third child was born for a younger woman. Kelly has lived the last few years of her life in the doldrums not dating and only caring for her kids.

The two of the started with the wine coolers and then went outdoors with the pitcher of iced tea. They rubbed lotion on each other and enjoyed the hot warm sun on their bodies, Karen was amazed that Kelly had smaller, rounder grapefruit sized breasts, compared to her much larger ones. Even though Kelly was a little jealous of her sisters larger breasts, Karen was jealous Kelly had always had long tanned shapely legs. Kelly also wore some two pieces swim suit that was pink in color and did a very nice job to compliment her body.

Kelly was starting to get a very nice buzz from all the booze when Kevin had arrived, Karen excused herself to go talk to him. Her sister watched this handsome, muscular young man come in through the back gate and figured he must be a friend of Mitch's.

"Who is she?" Kevin asked. 

"That is Kelly my sister, I have a proposition for you if you will follow me into the house for a moment." Karen said to him and then grabbing his arm.

"So what do you propose." He said once inside.

"My sister is divorced, drunk, lonely and probably very horny. I think she could use a good romp with a nice young man to build her confidence. I want you to seduce my sister, if all goes well you can have yourself a hot milf as you would say to do with as you please all summer. Then you will be satisfied and we can end this little business of you blackmailing me for sex." She explained as he listened intently.

"Okay you are willing to let me fuck your sister in place of you, all right if she is as hot as you say I will go for it. Shall we?" He said to gesture his arm to the door.

"Hey sis do you mind if Kevin hangs out with us until Mitch comes home?" Asked Karen.

"No not at all." Kelly said to watch the young man pull up a deck chair.

The three of them killed all of the iced tea, then Kevin suggested something else. He pulled a plastic baggie from his pocket full of joints, he gave each woman one and then got one for himself.

"Trust me this is good shit to relax with." He laughed.

"Wow I have not smoked in years." giggled Kelly.

The three of them sat toking up when Karen gave Kevin a subtle nod to start in on her sister, he finally took the hint and leaned in closer to her. He put his hand on her long leg and ran it up to her inner thigh, Kelly let a soft sigh.

"You are an incredibly sexy woman." He said.

"I have to go use the bathroom." Karen said to excuse herself.

"I have'nt heard anyone say that in a while." She said.

"You look so hot in that suit and your sister is gone." He said hoping she would get the hint.

"Yes she is." Kelly said turning her head towards the house, when she turned it back Kevin was waiting to plant a kiss on her lips.

Kelly mewed softly into his mouth as he pushed his tongue past her hesitant lips, it had been so long since a man has kissed her like this she did not want to stop. Yet something inside her screamed that her sister was inside and this man was a lot younger than herself. Finally she pushed him back and fanned herself with her hand to describe how hot that was.

"Sorry we can't I'm pretty buzzed and my sister is inside." She said.

"Oh that I think she can take the hint if she sees us kissing again." He explained.

"Well she did say I should get back out there and find a man." She said reaching up to pull him down to join her on the chaise lounge.

The two of them were kissing passionately when Karen came to the back door, she stood and watched what was transpiring. Kevin had her sisters' top undone and removed, he was gently squeezed, her round breasts with very large nipples. He leaned down and gently took one into his mouth, Kelly arched her back to push her sensitive teed up to his warm wet mouth.

Kevin kissed his way down her flat stomach and then he positioned himself between her legs, he pulled her bottoms off. Karen gasped at what she saw from her back door, her sister shaved her pubic region.

"Very nice." Kevin said and dove in.

He licked, sucked and fingered her pussy, her juices were practically flowing out of her cunt as he savored its nectar. Even inserting a couple of fingers into her very tight cunt he could tell she had not been fucked in a while. Soon he had her bucking wildly against his face as came, rubbing her pussy all over his face and lapping tongue.

"Oh oh oh ohhooooooohhhhhhhhh ahhh ahh ahh fuck I'mmmmmmmm cummmmmmmmmminnnnnnnnnngggggggg!" She moaned loudly.

Karen pulled her both of her tits out of her top and began to fondle and squeeze as she watched Kevin slide his cock into her sister. He had to work at getting his hard cock into her very tight pussy, she asked him to be gentle with her. Karen was a little jealous that this young man who treated her like a dirty slut yesterday was now treating her sister like a lady. 

She watched as Kevin used very slow gentle thrusts to work his cock into her pussy, he finally got the whole thing inside of her sister. He pumped it in and out of her pussy slow and easy, making sure each stroke was slow and deliberate. Karen's hand now wandered down inside her bottoms and she started frigging her clit.

"Oh god Kevin's this feels so good." She said in between moans.

Her pussy was becoming more and more lubricated from it's first fucking in years. Kevin could fell her long shapely leg's slide up to his back. He reached down and pulled them up until each leg now rested on his shoulders. Kelly was now moaning louder as her new young lover was still fucking her slowly and very deep into her cunt.

"Oh fuck that really feels good, so fucking well. Fuck me Kevin. Oh don't stop fucking me." She pleaded.

"Your way too hot to ever stop fucking, if you let me, I will fuck you all summer if you would like me to?" He asked in between thrusts.

"Oh yes I would like that very much." She squealed. "Fuck me, yes. Fuck me all summer you hot young stud."

With that he started to pick up the pace and was soon pounding it into her pussy, when she had a powerful orgasm he got her up onto all fours. She obediently turned around and got up for him, he positioned himself behind her and fucked her from behind. Kelly held onto the cushion on the lounge for dear life as her pussy was getting the pounding of a life time. Soon the three of them were cumming in unison, Kelly and Kevin collapsed on the lounge, while Karen could feel her knees buckle from the power of her own orgasm.

The three of them got dressed, Karen waited until the two of them were finished and she went back outside. Kelly was gathering up her things and it looked as if Kevin was waiting for her, he winked at Karen as she came out.

"Um Kevin and I have the munches, so we are going to go out and get some lunch." Said Kelly.

"Great I have some things that I need to take care of as well, give me a call some time sis." She said to give her a quick hug and peck. "Kevin have fun. I will tell Mitch you stopped by."

"Thanks Karen, tell him I will be busy for a while before I could stop in again." He said to escort his new milf out of the back yard.

Karen got out her son's address book and found Lea's phone number in it, she called the young girl up. She asked if she would be interested in coming over and having dinner with her and Mitch. Lea agreed to the offer and wanted to talk to Karen about her son, she would arrive at the house an hour later. Karen called Mitch on his cell phone as well and asked him to go to his grandmothers and get his sister Jenny. 

Lea finally arrived and the two of them went out into the kitchen to make supper, Karen put Lea to work on the salad. Karen thought this was really cute, short blonde hair, blue eyes and a nice young firm body. The girl obviously did not have a bra under her tank top as the nipples of her perky tits stuck out against the fabric.

"Can I call you Karen?" She asked. 

"Of course." She answered.

"Do you know what I did to Mitch, he won't call me, return my calls, see me or anything? I thought we could start a relationship. I really like him a lot if you know what I mean." Lea explained.

"That is what I will try to remedy tonight a young lady." Said Karen. "I think my boy is a fool for not being with a beautiful your lady as yourself."

"Thank you Karen." She said reaching for a nice thick cucumber. "You are very pretty too."

"Thank you Lea." Karen replied.

"Did you ever experiment with other girls when you were my age?" Lea asked. "Mitch told me once he thought it would be sexy if I did it for him."

"A few time, but not since college." Said Karen. "It is a very fulfilling experience, even better with a lady who knows what she is doing."

"Well maybe in college." She said to rub the cucumber. "God it's been so long since Mitch and I last did it."

Karen walked up behind the young woman and pressed her against the counter, she was acting on pure lust. She wanted to be this young woman's first female sexual encounter and she wanted to make sure this girl understood how serious she was for her to get her son back with her.

Karen ran her hands up Lea's arms and then back down again, she gently kissed her neck the whole time. Then she reached around her and slid her hands up Lea's shirt to fondle her firm young tits. Lea moaned and then ground her ass back against the older woman.

"Turn around honey." She whispered in her ear.

Lea turned around and the two of them began kissing passionately, Karen forgot what it was like to kiss another woman. She had forgotten how much softer and passionate it could be. It felt so good it sent tingles all the way to her pussy.

Finally she broke the kiss and lifted Lea's shirt off and sucked on her pink jutting nipples, Lea moaned as she watched the older woman's tongue dart over them. They were so sensitive and her pussy was feeling like it was on fire. She kissed her way down and pulled her tight shorts off, again another shaved pussy. Karen once up close could now see what turned men on by this, she gently rubbed her pussy. Then she stuck her tongue in the wet slit and began to lick the young ladies pussy, she found her little nub and worked it until she made Lea cum.

Karen watched as the young lady pulled her up to her and they kissed some more, Lea licked all of her pussy juice off of Karen's face. Then she got down on her knees, Karen leaned over the counter and Lea got behind her. Lea hesitantly licked at her pussy, then to her surprise Karen reached around and pushed her face right to it.

"Oh yes eat my pussy you little slut." Karen groaned.

Lea had little choice but to start lapping wildly at Karen's pussy, she could swear she could taste sperm in it. Then to her shock she saw Karen take the big cucumber from the table and reach around to her ass. She rubbed the vegetable up and down her ass crack, then around her asshole.

"Fuck me in the ass with this while you eat my pussy." She demanded.

Lea shoved the waxed cucumber up her ass and Karen shrieked aloud from the rough penetration. It felt great as after she adjusted too as the vegetable worked its way in and out of her ass. Lea was getting better at eating pussy and found her clit, soon Karen grasped the counter with both hands, digging in with her fingernails.

"Oh yes your making this dirty old slut cum, make me cum, oh I'm coming what a dirty old slut I'm!" She moaned aloud.

Once she was recovered from her orgasm they got dressed, washed up and finished dinner. The rest of the time they discussed how Lea could get Mitch back. Karen thought to herself and how I can get my life back to normal as well.

To be continued.



Hard Lessons Ch. 07



Mitch got home and was surprised to find a great dinner was ready on the table and Lea was there as well. The three of them sat down to enjoy the dinner with Mitch casting dirty looks at his mother for inviting Lea. Yet he was more annoyed with himself for the way he treated her lately, damn he admitted Lea really looked hot tonight.

"So Mitch, Lea tells me that you, two haven't been seeing each other much lately." His mother inquired.

"No I've been busy." He answered.

"Well after dinner why don't you two get caught up in the living room and watch a movie or something. I will get the dishes done and get off to bed." His mother explained.

The three of them finished dinner and Mitch escorted Lea into the living room where they sat down on the couch. Karen cleared the table, put away the leftovers and then did up the dirty dishes. She went upstairs to check on the baby and then she took a shower, while in the shower she lathered up her pussy hairs and began to shave. Eventually she had her pussy shaved completely bald, she turned off the shower and then got out. 

She stood and looked at herself in the full length mirror that hung on the wall as she dried off with a big bath towel. Once she was dry, she got lotion out and rubbed it all over her body, then she rubbed it generously over her bare mound. The sight of her bare pussy made the juice begin to flow, she watched as one of her hands began to rub her pussy. It was getting very wet and hot, she needed relief, she watched in the mirror as two fingers began vigorously fucking her. 

Her other hand went up to her large milk engorged breasts and began to squeeze them roughly, she was so horny that she played with them so rough milk trickled out of the nipples. She finally brought herself to a powerful orgasm, after she was done she licked her juices off of her fingers and then the milk off of her breasts.

"Mmmmm. That was good." She said turning off the light and going to her bedroom to fall into a blissful sleep.

Meanwhile downstairs Mitch and Lea found a movie and began to watch it, she took the opportunity and cuddled up next to him. She missed being held against his muscular chest and she could feel him sigh to accommodate her body.

"Mitch did. I do something wrong?" She asked softly.

"No Lea, I have been busy lately." He answered nervously.

"I think I'm in love with you, after we had sex at Kevin's party is when I think I realized I had feelings for you. Then for you to reject me the past week with no calls or anything, I'm really hurt by you." She explained gently sobbing into his shirt.

Mitch realized that his affair with his mother and then how much he hurt Lea, a girl who truly cared for him was wrong. Even though he still lusted to be with his mother again before the rest of his family returns, he wanted Lea too.

"Lea's I'm sorry, maybe, but I was scared that I might be in love with you too." He said softly.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and he leaned down to kiss her, he pulled her body up to him and the two of them were involved in a passionate kiss. Mitch ran his hand up her shirt and began to gently fondle her small firm breasts. Not as big as his mothers' breasts yet they were firmer, but he could feel her nipples hardening to his touch. Lea began admitting soft moans as she once again felt the manipulations of her boyfriend.

She broke the kiss off, and got up on her knees on the couch, she unbuttoned his shirt and looked at him seductively. She kissed his chest and muscular stomach all the way down to his waist, then she sat up again. She reached for the remote and shut off the television, he took the hint and shut off the lamp on the end table.

"I've never done this to anyone before, but I love you so much and I want to show you." She said.

She reached down and undid his pants, she helped him slide them down to his ankles, his hard cock now into full view. She reached down and took it into her small hands stroking it up and down. Then she leaned forward, she planted several soft kisses all over his throbbing member, finally to his relief she took him into her mouth. It took her a little bit to get the hang of sucking a cock for the first time but when she did she was really pleasing Mitch.

He watched as her head bobbed up and down at a steady rhythm and he could hear her slurping sounds as she slobbered all over his hard cock. Mitch could feel his balls starting to tighten and he knew he was going to cum, he moaned aloud and shot his load. Lea did her best to try and swallow every last spurt of cum from his cock, she swallowed most of it, what she didn't ran out of her mouth and down her chin.

When she was done, she reached for some tissue his mother conveniently kept on the coffee table, to wipe her mouth. Mitch stared at her dumbfounded trying to recover from what she had just done for him. Now it was his turn to do something for her, he waited until she was done and then he stood up getting his clothes the rest of the way off. 

He reached down and pulled off her shirt, he leaned down pushing her down in the process, he licked and suckled on her firm young tits. Then he kissed his way down her flat stomach, he got on the floor and pulled down her shorts along with her panties. He spread her legs apart and began to lick at her pussy, she let out soft moans as his tongue worked its way up her wet slit to her clit.

She could not help to compare him to his mother who had done the same to her in a hot romp in the kitchen earlier. Yet he was doing well enough to make her pussy hot for more, and he gently slid a couple of fingers into her pussy. Her pussy gripped the digits as he gently began to finger fuck her while licking her clit.

"Oh fuck yes baby, bring me off too." She said aloud.

Soon she was bucking her pussy against his face as she started to have an orgasm, when she was done his face was glistening with her juices. Mitch was not done with her yet, he reached into his jeans and pulled out a condom. His cock has recovered and he slid the condom on, he then got between her legs and slid his cock in with ease.

He pounded her tender young pussy in the typical missionary position for several long minutes, and Lea raked her fingers up and down his back. She dug them into his back every time he made her cum, as hot as she is that was several times.

"Rollover babes I want to fuck you doggie style." He said.

"Okay." Was all she could say? 

Lea had never done any position other missionary so with a little direction from Mitch she was up on all fours. Mitch got behind her and slammed his hard cock into her, he pounded her tight young pussy hard and harder.

"Oh fuck, Mitch, fuck me hard." She begged.

"Yeah, I knew you would like this baby." He bragged.

He continued to pound her, hoping all of the screaming and carrying on Lea were doing would not bring his mother downstairs. He continued to roughly run his hand all over her body from her firm young tits to her nice sexy little ass.

Mitch was getting tired and still was a while from coming, he waited until she had another orgasm, then he pulled his cock out of her pussy. He could hear her moan aloud a moan of disappointment as he did. He sat back on the couch, his still hard cock pointing straight up in the air.

"Would you ride me?" He asked. "I need a rest."

"Okay, what do I do just, straddle you?" She asked.

"Yeah, once you get on top, it will be your turn to fuck me." He said.

"Whatever you want Mitch." She said climbing on top of him.

Once she straddled her boyfriend she began to slowly bounce up and down on his hard cock, Mitch occasionally grabbed one of her tits and sucking it. Soon she was riding him like Seabiscuit, she felt Mitch reach around and grabs hold of her ass cheeks to encourage her pace.

"Oh god baby this feels so goooood, you have shown me so much tonight. I want to fuck you forever." She whispered in his ear. "Oh yes fuck me Mitch."

With the way she was talking, she was making him feel like a big stud, it was working because his balls were getting ready to fill the condom. Soon he was shooting another load of cum, instead of her mouth it was emptying into a condom. The two of them stayed in each others arms for several long minutes trying to recover from the intense erotic encounter.

After they had gotten, dressed Mitch took Lea home, they stood on her front porch kissing for a long time. Her father had finally had enough and decided to break things up, Mitch promised her things would be different between them.

He drove home and went to bed, he was exhausted and spent, he slept the sleep of the dead until his alarm went off. Now only a few more mornings of this and summer school would be over and the rest of his family would be home.

At breakfast he told his mother that he and Lea would be seeing much more of each others, he noticed his mother let out a sigh.

"Was that a sigh of relief or despair?" He asked.

"Relief of course." She said. " I love you Mitch, but I'm glad that we are not doing what we were doing any more."

"Well I have no regrets to what we did, and I love you to Mom." He answered.

He got up from the table and put his cereal bowl in the sink, he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. He ran out the door with his school book and drove to school, when he left the phone rang. It was her husband explaining to be expecting them that Saturday, they exchanged how much they missed each other, he gave her a low down of all of the fun she had missed. Then he asked her what had been going on around there, anything exciting.

"No it's been very uneventful." She replied thinking if he only knew how much sex was going on since he had left. "I'll see you when you get home, Love you." 

She no sooner hung up the phone when the phone rang again, but it was her sister Kelly calling to thank her for hooking her up with Kevin. She wanted to know if she could bring the kids over in a couple of weeks so they could have a romantic getaway. Karen was ecstatic with herself now, she had gotten both Mitch and Kevin to stop fucking her and things were back to normal. 

Soon it was Saturday morning the rest of the week went by without incident and Karen's family would be returning soon. She stood in the kitchen that morning wearing her short silk robe when Mitch came up behind her naked as a jaybird. He took his mother into his arms and nuzzled his head into her neck.

"I passed summer school and we still have a couple of hours left to our agreement." He said.

"Oh god Mitch, I thought Lea would be enough for you." She groaned feeling his hard cock grind against her ass.

"C'mon mom, just one last time?" He begged.

"All right one last time, then never ever ask me to do this again." She said.

He spun her around and began to kiss her on the lips, he forced his tongue into his mother's mouth vigorously dueling with her. He reached down to open her robe and was pleased to find she too was naked underneath.

He stopped kissing long enough to kiss his way down to one of her milk engorged breasts, he suckled on it so hard it began to spurt milk into his awaiting mouth. He was so horny and full of lust that he kept feeding off of her milk. He took a free hand and reached between his mothers legs to discover she had shaved her pussy.

"Wow mom a shaved pussy!" He said surprised.

"Yes now hurry up and get this over with." She said. "Remember this is the last time so I want to get this over with."

"Don't worry Mom, and a deal is a deal." He said.

He pushed her legs apart and grabbed her waist, his cock thrust into her pussy as he lifted her into place. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he supported all of her weight easily, fucking her standing up in the kitchen. He took her over to the table and laid her onto it, with his mother laying flat on her back, her legs up by his shoulders, he slowly thrust his cock in and out of her.

Soon he was fucking her faster and faster, Karen lay on her back playing with her large mammaries as he did. She thought how lucky Lea was to have her son as a lover, with his nice cock and how skilled he was at fucking now.

"Yes son, fuck mommy, cum into me so we can end this sinful lust, fuck me dammit." She was begging for more.

"Motherfucker." He groaned aloud as he emptied his cum into his mother.

The two of them rested for a moment and then Karen suggested they take a shower to get cleaned up before the family got home. She soon found herself on her knees in the shower sucking on her son's rehardened cock. He did not want to come in her mouth so he pulled her up and spun her around. He reached down for the soap and lathered it up on his cock and her asshole, she used one hand to steady herself on the shower wall and the other to open her ass cheek some more.

Like his father he too was going to fuck her round shapely ass, she usually let her husband fuck her ass when she was menstruating. Her son lined his cock up to ass and eased it into her asshole, she reached for her son's hip and beckoned him on. He took the hint and thrust his cock into her ass, he could not get over how tight an asshole was, tighter than when he took Lea's virginity.

"Oh I love getting fucked in the ass." She moaned. "Fuck my ass baby."

"Wow this so fucking hot." He groaned.

Her son thrust in and out of her tight asshole, until finally he could not take the excitement and he shot his hot cum toward her colons. Finally he pulled his limp cock out and they finished washing, they got dried, dressed and the two of them looked proper for the return of the rest of the family.

The two of them were sitting in the kitchen enjoying lunch and the baby was sitting in her high chair. Jenny was more interested in playing with her lunch than eating it, when they heard the horn of the family SUV blow in the driveway.

"Yea they are home!" She exclaimed grabbing Jenny out of her high chair.

The three of them ran outside to see the rest of the family, Mitch joked with his brother and sister, while Karen and Bill stood smooching. Bill took Jenny from his wife and she went to see her other son and daughter.

"Mitch would you help. Your brother and sister put all the gear away, then clean the pop up out." His dad asked.

"Sure Dad." He said.

"I hear you and Lea are going steady now that is great." He said.

"Yes sir it is." He said. 

"Well if you can stay out of trouble, the rest of the summer I might let you take the pop up for a weekend camp out with your friends." His dad explained. "You deserve it after missing out on our usual family vacation."

"Thanks dad." He said carrying gear into the garage.

"What about me?" His wife pouted.

"Well I was thinking of you and I going too away for Labor Day, maybe to that bed and breakfast in Vermont you love so much." He said.

"The one Jenny was conceived at." She whispered into his ear.

"The very one." He laughed.

After everything was put away, the family all settled back in, Mitch had left for a date with Lea. Her other son was going to the park to play hoops with his friends and her daughter was going over to her best friends to catch up. Bill was busy checking e-mail and getting caught up on what to expect when he went back to work Monday.

Karen had put Jenny down in her crib and then she went into the bedroom to put on some sexy lingerie for her husband to tear off of her. No matter how many times she had fucked while he was gone and how much she fingered her pussy, she still wanted her husband. 

Soon her husband did not disappoint, he came into the bedroom and saw how sexy his wife looked in the tight teddies she was wearing. He quickly got naked and went over to the bed, like an animal he tore the tiny straps off of her shoulders, fortunately Karen knew how to sew well.

She and her husband made love and then when they were done he rolled over and went to sleep, the poor guy exhausted from driving all day. Karen lying in bed looking up at the ceiling, she could feel her husbands cum trickles from her oozing cunt. Then it occurred to her why she wanted her son in her ass so eagerly that morning. She should have gotten her period a few days ago, she was late, with that she was not able to get a good night sleep.

The next morning she got up early and went to the drugstore for a home pregnancy test, it was positive. Neither her son nor Kevin used a condom when they had fucked her during the week, but she was fertile. She had many conflicting thoughts going through her head, she hoped the new baby looked like either Mitch who resembled her father or her if it was Kevin's. Karen learned that if you let events spiral out of control, allow yourself to be manipulated or put into a position that allows you to be blackmailed you had to pay the price in the end.

THE END



Hard Lessons Learned



18 year old Jessica walked through the empty house. She couldn't believe her parents were gone. They were still in their prime. Her mother had just celebrated her 42nd birthday and her father his 45th. They still had many good years left, so what had happened. No one knew, one minute they were sitting together at the dinner table as they had done so many nights and the next they were dead. Even the medical examiner couldn't explain it. There had been nothing wrong with them.

Jessica sat on the stairs leading up to the bedrooms and looked around. She had grown up in this house, the thought of selling it just tore her up inside but at the same time she knew she couldn't afford to keep it. Her family hadn't been rich but they hadn't been poor either. They were what most people called middle class.

Jessica was torn from her thoughts at a knock on the door. Standing up she fixed her skirt that molded against her slender body and walked towards the door. "Who is it?" She called out.

"Mrs. Jenkins dear from next door."

Jessica opened the door and smiled at her neighbor. Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins had lived next door for as long as Jessica could remember. She remembered they always gave out candied apples at Halloween that Mrs. Jenkins made herself. Mrs. Jenkins wore a long summer dress that covered her slender body, although her tits seemed like they were trying to come out of the dress. Her steel grey hair was pulled back in a French braid and she had a pan in her hands. "I brought you a casserole." She said smiling at Jessica. "I can imagine you're probably not really up to cooking right now with the funeral and all.

"That is really sweet of you." Jessica replied with a smile as she stepped back so the older lady could step into the house.

Mrs. Jenkins stepped into the house and Jessica closed the door behind her. She took the pan and led the way into the kitchen. She set the pan down on the counter and lifted the tin foil covering it. "It looks really good." Jessica said putting the foil back over it and turning to face her guest.

"You just need to heat it up." Mrs. Jenkins said with a smile as Jessica put the casserole in the refrigerator.

"Thanks." Jessica gave her a hug and felt the older woman's breasts pressing against hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt her pussy start to leak. She pulled away quickly and smiled softly at Mrs. Jenkins. "You have always been really kind to us."

Mrs. Jenkins smiled at her and patted her shoulder. "Your parents were good people sweetie. Mr. Jenkins and I would like you to come over for dinner one night next week if you're feeling up to it. Get you out of the house for a while other than for school."

Jessica didn't want to think about going back to class on Monday. Her parents had been really proud of her when they found out she was going to go to the local community college and get her degree in travel and tourism. She was thankful she had been able to get financial aid because she knew her parents hadn't put any money away for her college education. They had decided a long time ago that if she was going to go to school she was going to do it on her own as they had.

Jessica led Mrs. Jenkins back to the door and opened it. "That sound great. I'll have to check my schedule but I'm sure that can be arranged."

Mrs. Jenkins stepped back onto the porch. "Well just let me know honey, you are welcome anytime."

Jessica nodded as a lump entered her throat. She had felt so alone after her parents died but she knew now she wasn't alone. She may not have any family left but she had friends who cared. "Thank you. I'll think about it."

Mrs. Jenkins nodded and turned to leave while Jessica closed the door behind her.

As soon as she was sure Mrs. Jenkins was gone, Jessica ran up the stairs to her room and closed the door sharply behind her as she quickly stripped out of her clothes. She couldn't believe how hot she was and just from giving Mrs. Jenkins a hug. Jessica had never given much thought to whether or not she liked girls or boys. She had dated a couple of guys in high school but none of them were special enough to give her virginity to. As she felt her pussy leaking like a faucet, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide as her hands pawed at her breasts. "Why am I so hot?" she whimpered pulling at her nipples with her fingers and feeling as pleasure and pain coursed through her body.

She pulled at her nipples, until they were hard little nubs. Then let her hand drift down her body until her hand covered her soaked cunt. "I have known Mrs. Jenkins all my life; I've given her plenty of hugs." Jessica whimpered as she spread her pussy lips open and touched her finger against her swollen clit. "Oh my god I'm so hot." She whimpered as she felt the little nub pressing out of its hood. She rotated her finger over her clit a few times and whined as pleasure coursed through her body. "Oh, ugh, that feels so good." She let her hand drift down lower and shoved two fingers into her untried slit. "Ugh, oh fuck yes." She moaned hotly as she slowly worked her fingers in and out.

Jessica worked her fingers faster inside her hot slit, working them in and out furiously as she lifted her hips against her hand. Moans were slipping between her lips as she worked for release. "Ugh, oh god yes, so good." She panted slamming her fingers fast and hard in her hot pussy as she reached up with her free hand and grabbed her tit, twisting it hard. "Fuck, oh god yes..." She humped against her hand harder shaking the bed with her movements as she fought for release. She was right on the edge and screamed in frustration as she worked her fingers faster. She slid a third finger inside her and squealed as her pussy tightened around her thrusting hand. "Fuck yesssssssssssss, I'm cummmminnnnngggg..."

Jessica slowed down her fingers but didn't stop moving them through her orgasm. As she felt her body cool down, she worked her fingers faster and harder again as she felt her orgasm rising once more. "God, more, I need more." She panted bending her knees and digging her feet into the mattress as she humped her body hard against her thrusting fingers. She slammed her fingers hard and fast inside her until she was ready to scream with pleasure. "Fuck, oh god yesssssss, so good." She panted furiously fingering her hot cunt. She took her free hand and reached down and pulled at her clit feeling sparks of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh fuck yesss I'm cumminnngggg again." She squealed as she pulled and twisted her clit as her orgasm washed over her once more.

She pulled her fingers from her clinging cunt and stuck them in her mouth sucking up her juices like it was candy. Then she lay back on the bed and just relaxed as she tried to get her breathing under control. She closed her eyes and was almost asleep when she heard the phone ring. "Who could that be?" she wondered as she reached over to her nightstand and picked up the phone. "Hello?" She said sleepily.

"Jessica Reynolds?" The voice on the other end of the line asked.

That woke her up and she sat up on the bed. "Yes?"

"This is Mr. Hanson; I was your parent's lawyer."

Jessica knew who Mr. Hanson was; her parents had talked frequently about him. "Yes Mr. Hanson, what can I do for you?"

"There were a couple of things that didn't get mentioned at the reading of your parents wills that I would like to discuss with you. Can you come down to my office?"

Jessica looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was a little after four. "Now?" She asked.

He chuckled. "Well that would be preferable yes, although if you would rather wait we can meet tomorrow."

Jessica looked down at her naked body. "Um, can you give me about an hour?"

"Sure no problem. Do you know where my office is?"

She nodded then realizing he couldn't see her said, "yes. I'll see you in about an hour."

"I'll be here." 

She hung up the phone then climbed out of the bed and started pulling on her clothes. She couldn't imagine what he had forgotten to tell her at the reading of her parents wills. As far as she knew everything was settled. The house was paid for, she just needed to worry about the monthly bills but she should get enough from her financial aid to cover those expenses.

She ran down the stairs, grabbed her purse and keys then after locking up left the house heading towards the lawyer's office.

Jessica pulled up in front of Hanson and Hanson 15 minutes later. She parked the car then walked into the building. She knew his office was on the second floor so she headed for the elevator. She stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall to Mr. Hanson's office. She walked in and smiled at the secretary. "Hi, I'm Jessica Reynolds. Mr. Hanson asked me to meet him here."

Sally Hanson smiled at Jessica. She had been Ryan Hanson's secretary for almost 20 years and his wife for almost that long. Her pale blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her ice blue eyes moved over Jessica's body. "Yes, just have a seat and I will let him know you're here."

She watched Jessica take one of the chairs in the office then picked up the phone. She waited for Ryan to answer it then told him Jessica Reynolds was waiting for him. After she hung up she looked at Jessica. "He'll be right out."

Jessica nodded, then looked around the office. It was a normal lawyers office with waiting chairs, a file cabinet and the desk where Mrs. Hanson sat answering the phone. Jessica looked towards the office door as it opened and Mr. Hanson stepped out. He looked to be in his mid to late 40's with salt and pepper hair and a medium build. His pale blue eyes looked Jessica up and down before his eyes rested on her face and he smiled. "Come on in Jessica." He held his arm out to her as she stood up and followed him into the office. He told his wife to hold his calls then closed the door behind him.

"Have a seat." He told Jessica pointing to the chair in front of his desk. She sat down then watched him as he walked around his desk and sat down with the desk between them. He picked up a paper in front of him then looked at her. "Did you know your parents set up a trust fund for you?"

Jessica looked at him in surprise. "A...a trust fund? For Me?"

He looked down at the paper in front of him. "Yeah, a very good one in my opinion." He handed her the paper and she looked down at it. It was made out to her in the amount of $500,000. She gasped as she held the form in her hand. "T...they never told me."

Ryan templed his hands together under his chin. "Well it states that you get all the money when you turn 21, but in the event that something happens to both of them, you get a monthly allowance to help with living expenses."

Jessica looked at him. "It's like they knew they were going to die."

Ryan shrugged his shoulders. "Lord only knows what was going on in your parents minds Jessica. They were good people." She handed the form back to him.

"So what do I need to do to get the money?"

Ryan looked at her shrewdly. "Well, you have to set up a trustee. Someone to look after the money and make sure you get your living allowance every month."

Jessica looked down at her hands that were resting in her lap. "I don't have anybody. Mom and dad were all I had."

Ryan stood up and walked around the desk. He sat down on the edge of the desk and looked down at her. "You don't have an aunt or uncle you trust with your money?"

She shook her head as she continued to look down at her hands. "Both my parents were only children. My grandparents are dead. There isn't anyone."

He reached down and lifted her head with his fingers. She looked into his eyes and felt her body come to life. "Stop that." She thought forcefully as she felt her pussy start to leak once more.

"I'm sure we can come up with something." He said with a smile as he leaned his head down and brought her lips to his. The kiss was soft and gentle but it still made Jessica gasp. She pulled away and looked at him. 

"W...what did you do that for?" she asked trying to control her breathing.

Ryan smiled at her as he put his hand on her shoulder. "Well you are a very attractive young lady Jessica."

She looked up at him with wide eyes. "M... Mr. Hanson."

He reached down and pulled her to her feet and into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her holding her close and brought his lips to hers once more. The kiss was deeper this time and Jessica moaned against his mouth as she melted against him. "Let me fuck you Jessica and I'll make sure you get your money every month." He purred against her lips.

"I...I don't know." She replied softly as he kissed her again. When his tongue pressed against her lips, she slowly opened them and his tongue swooped into her mouth as he held her tight against him. He lowered his hands to her ass and squeezed it as he kissed her forcefully. Jessica melted against him and wrapped her arms up around his neck.

When he pulled his mouth away they both were breathing heavily. "M...Mr. Hanson, what are you doing to me?" She asked putting her hands against his chest but instead of pulling away she pressed closer to him.

He smiled as he gripped her ass and pulled her tight against his arousal. "You are a beautiful young lady Jessica. Let me love you." He laid kisses all over her face then captured her lips once more with his as he ground his hips against hers.

Jessica kissed him back with all the passion she felt in her body even as her pussy leaked like a faucet and she felt her body come to life. "M...Mr. Hanson, oh god Mr. Hanson, I'm so hot."

Ryan sat back on his desk and pulled her with him until she was pretty much sitting on his lap. "I need you Jessica, just let me love you and I promise all your worries will be gone." He pushed her skirt up until it was wrapped around her waist then gripped her ass cheeks through her underwear and pressed her tight against his cock.

"Mr. Hanson, oh god, I need to get off so bad." She ground her pussy against him and heard him moan. 

He pulled her tight in his arms then stood up with her still in his arms. He turned until she was facing the desk then he laid her down across it. "I will make you feel so good Jessica." He purred gripping her underwear and pulling them down her legs until he had them off. He put her feet against the edge of the desk then sat down in the chair she had been sitting in. Jessica looked at him through half closed eyes. "Mr. Hanson please." She begged softly.

He smiled at her as he reached forward and spread her pussy lips open. "Call me Ryan Jessica, and just hold on because I'm going to give you the ride of your life." He leaned his head forward and darted out his tongue, flicking it loosely over her engorged clit.

"Oh, ugh, oh god." Jessica whimpered tossing her head back and forth on the desk. "What are you doing to me?"

Ryan lifted his head nad looked at her through passion filled eyes. "I'm making you feel good little one." He lowered his head back down and flicked his tongue over her clit again making her mewl with pleasure. He flicked his tongue repeatedly over her clit as he took one hand and slipped three fingers inside her. "Ugh, oh god." Jessica mewled just about coming up off the desk. She lifted her hips against his hand. "Finger me, eat me, make me cum." She begged lifting her shirt and pawing at her breasts with her fingers, pulling on her bra enclosed nipples. She pulled her bra down and pawed at her breasts, pulling at the nipples as she lifted her hips against him.

Ryan wrapped his tongue around her clit and heard her cry out. "Fuck, make me cum." She begged as he started drilling his fingers fast and hard inside her. She humped her pussy tight against his face and just about came out of her skin as he wrapped his lips around her clit and started suckling on it like a baby. "Ugh, oh my fucking god." She cried humping harder against his face.

In the outer office, Sally Hanson listened to the moans coming from her husbands office and smiled. He had a feeling he was going to get in the girls pants and she loved listening to her husband fucking other tail. Especially hot tale like Jessica. Sally stood up and walked over and locked the office door while putting the closed sign in the window. She moved back to her desk and reached into the bottom drawer. She pulled out a 10 inch dildo and set it on the desk. She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down until she was able to step out of them. She kicked them away then sat back down in the chair. She spread her legs as far as she could and leaned back as she rested back against the wall. She made sure the chair wasn't going anywhere then picked up the dildo and rubbed it against her cunt. "Mmmmm..." She moaned softly as she listened to Jessica's cries coming from her husbands office. "Yeah, fuck that tale love." She purred pushing the dildo into her sopping cunt.

She started slowly working the dildo in and out of her hot cunt in time to the cries coming from her husband's office. When she heard Jessica scream she was cumming, Sally rammed the dildo in harder and deeper until she was panting and on the verge of ecstasy. "yes love, make her cum." She cried softly as she felt her own pussy clench the dildo harder as she went flying over the edge. She continued working the dildo in and out of her hot cunt, listening to the cries coming from the office and knew she would get off at least two or three more times before her husband was done.

Jessica was panting and humping her pussy tight against Ryan's face as he sucked up her juices from her cum. "That's it baby, coat my face." He growled driving his tongue deep inside her and working it in and out like a small cock.

"Ugh, oh god, what are you doing to me? You're going to make me cum again." Jessica panted pulling hard at her nipples as she humped her body forcefully against his face. Ryan worked his tongue faster in her hot slit as he reached up and grasped her clit, pulling on it and twisting it. Jessica squealed and panted harder as she humped furiously against his face. "Ugh, oh god, I'm cummmminnnnnggggg again." She cried coating his tongue in her juices.

Ryan drank up all the juices she had pouring out of her cunt then slowly pulled his face away. "God you're a hot one." He smiled grinning down at her.

Jessica tried to slow her breathing down as she looked up at him. "You really know how to eat pussy."

Ryan smiled at her. "Ready for the next act?" He started working at his pants.

"The next act?" She looked at him through half closed eyes. When he had his pants open and pulled his cock out she gasped as she looked at him. "I... I"ve never..."

He looked at her in surprise. "Never?"

She shook her head as he rubbed his cock up and down against her pussy. "Well your about to little one. Your about to have 8 ½ inches of pure steel driving deep inside you."

The thought of having him inside her drove Jessica's body into a frenzy. Her pussy leaked even more juice and Ryan smiled as he felt it coat his cock. "Oh yeah, you are a hot one." He rubbed his cock across her pussy once more then lined it up at her entrance. "Just relax little one, you are gonna love this."

Ryan leaned down over her and started gnawing on her breast, taking her nipple between his lips and sucking on it as he pressed forward with his hips. Jessica gasped as she felt her pussy being stretched as he entered her. When he found her blockage he stopped and looked up at her. "This may hurt a little."

She looked at him through passion filled eyes. "I don't care, fuck me." She purred wrapping her arms around his neck.

He leaned forward and kissed her hungrily as he slammed forward with his hips and buried himself inside her completely, as he tore through her blockage. Jessica screamed into his mouth as she felt her body wracked with pain from his entrance. Ryan held himself buried inside her as he kissed her softly. "I told you it would hurt."




Hard Lessons Learned



Jessica dug her nails into his shoulder as she felt the pain starting to ease. "I... I know, but I wanted you in me. It is easing up now."

Ryan slowly pulled out of her and heard her whimper although whether it was from pain or pleasure he wasn't sure. He pulled out until he held just the head inside her then pressed forward with his hips impaling her once more on his steel rod. "How does that feel little one?" he asked softly as he fucked her with long, slow strokes. Driving deep inside her before pulling back only to impale her once again.

"Ugh...you feel so good inside me." She panted softly digging her nails into his shoulders as she tentatively lifted her hips against him.

"That's it, fuck back against me." He growled driving harder inside her.

Jessica lifted her hips against him as she felt him drilling fast and hard inside her. "Ugh, oh god, fuck me, make me cum." She begged digging her nails harder into his shoulders as she lifted her body tight against his.

He pummeled her hard and fast, drilling in deep in her hot hole. "Fuck, you are so tight, you feel so good." He growled leaning down and taking one of her nipples between his lips and sucking greedily on it.

Jessica put her hands against the back of his head and held him tight against her as she worked her hips in time with his powerful strokes. "Fuck meeeeeeeeee, I'm cummminnnnngggg...." She cried suddenly as her whole body convulsed with release.

"That's it, coat that cock in your hot juices." Ryan growled against her tit as he fucked her harder, driving deep inside her on every thrust. 

Jessica held tight to his head as she slammed her hips against his powerful thrusts, she could feel her orgasm rising once more and her breathing became labored as she fought for release once again. "Oh god, make me cum again." She begged slamming her body tight against his.

Ryan rode her hard, drilling his cock deep inside her as he pummeled her with his steel. "Cum again little one, I'm so close." He demanded biting down on her nipple, then wrapping his tongue around it, before biting it once more.

"Ugh, oh god yes, fuck me I'm cummminnnnngggg again." She squealed slamming her hips hard against his thrusting cock. "Drill me, with that huge steel of yours."

Ryan growled as he felt his balls boiling as he fucked her hard and deep. "Take it all you little bitch, take all that hot cum." He slammed his hips forward burying himself completely inside her and let go crying out as he filled her insides with his cum. 

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssss..." Jessica cried feeling him fill her sent her flying over the edge into ecstasy once more.

Ryan collapsed against her and kissed her sweaty brow. "You are one hot fuck." He said with a smile as he kissed her softly on the lips.

Jessica smiled as she felt his softening cock leave her well fucked hole. "You're not to bad yourself Ryan." She grinned then gasped as she heard a loud cry come from the outer office. Ryan smiled as he realized his wife had gotten off listening to him fuck Jessica. "Don't worry little one, it's just Sally getting off on hearing us."

Jessica looked at him in surprise. "Y...your wife got off listening to us have sex?"

Ryan pulled out of her and sat down in the chair in front of the desk while Jessica sat up and let her legs dangle off the edge of the desk. "Yup. She loves hearing me fuck hot tale like you." He ran his hand lightly over her leg.

Jessica just sat there in awe looking at him. She didn't know what to say about this. He smiled and ran his hand up until he was able to cup her pussy. "Maybe next time she can come join us."

Jessica gasped both in pleasure and in shock. "N...Next time?"

Ryan smiled as he flicked his finger over her clit. "Oh yes, I definitely hope there is a next time little one."

Jessica moaned as her body came to life once more. "Mr...I mean Ryan, oh god."

He continued to flick his finger over her clit and smiled as she raised her hips against him. "Want to cum again little one?" He asked with a smile.

As many times as he had made her cum already, Jessica was sure she couldn't handle anymore, but when he slid three fingers inside her and slowly started sawing them in and out she just about jumped out of her skin. "Oh, ugh, oh yes please." She cried leaning back on her hands.

Ryan smiled as he worked his fingers inside her. He reached up with his free hand and spread her pussy lips open then licked his lips. 

"One more taste won't hurt." He thought to himself as he leaned forward and started flicking her clit rapidly with his tongue.

"Ugh, oh god yes." Jessica moaned hotly lifting her hips against his thrusting fingers and his wicked tongue. When he locked his lips around her clit and started sucking on it she just about came out of her skin. "Fuck, oh god yessss, I'm cummmmminnnnnggggg...."

Ryan pulled his fingers from her clenching hole and immediately replaced them with his tongue. He drove his tongue far inside her trying to get all the juices she was leaking out then licked around her insides before pulling back and licking around the hole. He pulled his face back and smiled. "Yummy, you taste good."

Jessica was panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. "You are amazing Ryan."

He kissed her pussy once more then pulled her off the desk to her feet. "So are you little one. I will make sure you have the living expenses you need every month."

Jessica pulled her clothes on with a smile. "Thank you Ryan. And anytime you wanna have some more fun just let me know."

Ryan pulled his clothes back on then pulled her into his arms. "Oh you will definitely be hearing from me little one." He kissed her softly then led her to the door to his office. 

Jessica left the office with a smile on her face glad to know that she was going to be well taken care of in the future, in more ways than one.

The End

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Should I continue this story and if so who would you like to see her with? Do you want her to have fun with the neighbors or maybe a stranger off the street. Let me know. 



Hard Lessons



The common sense part of Jon's brain began screaming, "Nooo! You've already had way too much booze!" But the giddy, carefree, semi-inebriated part of his mind told him not to be a wet blanket, and he tossed back several shots of Jack Daniels over the course of the next hour.

Jon was shitfaced drunk by the time Carrie Jenkins sauntered over and plopped herself down in the seat next to him. She scooted her chair close to his, making sure that her leg was tightly pressed up against his.

Carrie took a deep breath, filling her lungs and deliberately thrusting her ample chest out even farther. She was sexily dressed in a tight black skirt and an even tighter short sleeved yellow sweater, and Jon's eyes were automatically drawn to her full breasts.

"Why Jon," she pouted, "you haven't even said hello to me tonight. Are you ignoring me?"

"I wasn't ignoring you, Carrie. It just looked to me like you already had plenty of company." Not long before Jon had seen Carrie sitting at the bar, surrounded by men hoping to get lucky, as usual.

"Now Jon, I'm never too busy to talk to you," Carrie said. She smiled sweetly, her blue eyes latching onto his. She reached out and ran a red laquered fingernail up his forearm. 

"In fact, I don't think we talk nearly enough," she purred breathlessly.

Her touch on his arm sent an involuntary shudder of pleasure through Jon. His thoughts were muddled, and he wasn't sure what to say to her. He was unnerved.

Just about that time another shot of whiskey appeared in front of him. In an attempt to calm himself, he swigged it down. Bad idea, he thought to himself as the room began to spin around him.

He was more drunk that he'd been in years. Carrie, with her white-blonde hair and her tight sweater gave him her most seductive look and rubbed her stocking clad leg against his jeans. His cock began to stir to life despite his rapidly advancing drunkenness.

"How about you and me go someplace where we can talk in private?" she asked suggestively, leaving little doubt as to her intentions. Carrie was apparently in the mood to fuck, and Jon was the man she wanted.

Jon closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. His voice was slurred as he managed to reply, "I dunno, Carrie. You know Marilyn's my girlfriend, and she'll kill me if she finds out."

Carrie had smiled slyly. "Marilyn won't find out. And where is she tonight, anyway? She shouldn't let a fine looking man like you out of her sight." She had punctuated her point by softly stroking his thigh.

His alcohol soaked brain was having great difficulty responding, so his dick began doing the talking for him. "Where can we go?" he asked as his head spun dizzily. He was now barely aware of where he was and what he was doing.

Carrie grinned then, knowing she had him just where she wanted him. "We can get a room at Harper's Motel. It's close by. Which means we can be alone real quick if you want."

Suddenly, Jon realized that he and Carrie were in his truck, pulling into the parking lot of the motel. He didn't even remember leaving Garvey's.

In a surreal string of events, Jon checked in, paid for a room, and was given a key by the hotel clerk. The next second, or so it seemed, he was in the cheap room fucking Carrie with an animalistic vigor. Everything was disjointed and confusing.

In one moment of clarity, Jon was looking down at Carrie as he fucked her, her long legs locked over his. He could feel her pointed fingernails raking down his back.

Suddenly a vision of Marilyn popped into his head, and he was immediately slammed by a wave of guilt. He knew he should stop, and he tried, but his aroused body betrayed him by continuing. He just couldn't make himself stop thrusting his cock into Carrie's hairless pussy, no matter how hard he tried. It was all a huge mistake, but having his hard dick buried in her slippery pussy just felt too good to stop.

Carrie was moaning, apparently loving everything he was doing to her. Abruptly, he couldn't stand the sound of her voice - he wanted to tell her to shut up, just let me finish, but he couldn't find his own voice. Instead he began uncontrollably fucking her eager pussy even harder, pulling and twisting her rigid nipples as he jammed his cock into her wet slit, over and over.

Jon felt like he was outside of himself when Carrie begged him to come all over her. He willingly obeyed, unable to help himself, pulling his cock out of her and letting loose a milky white stream of cum, coating her breasts and belly. And then it was over. He didn't even know if Carrie got off or not, and he couldn't bring himself to care. 

When the orgasmic sensation began to die away, he was hit with the awful realization of what he had just done. Jon felt a bit ill, disgusted with himself for allowing this to happen. He was more sober by that point, and he gritted his teeth, admitting to himself that he'd just fucked someone he cared almost nothing about. The cheap nastiness of the encounter came into horrifyingly sharp focus.

He got up from the bed and moved over to the other side of the room, pulling on his pants before sitting in the worn chair in front of the chipped and scarred motel desk. He didn't want to be anywhere near Carrie at that moment.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

Jon opened his mouth to answer, to tell her he'd made a big mistake, when there was a soft knock on the door.

Jon felt instantly sick to his stomach when he heard the knock. He just knew that it was Marilyn at the door.

**********

Marilyn was spending a quiet night at home alone, alternately reading a good thriller and thinking about Jon. She missed him whenever he was gone.

She looked at the clock and saw that it was already quarter after ten. She was really expecting Jon to be home by now. She was toying with the idea of going to bed when the phone rang.

At first she was annoyed, wondering who would be calling this late. Her annoyance immediately turned into worry. Maybe something had happened to Jon, or something was wrong with her mother.

The voice on the other end of the phone belonged to Alma Majors, one of Springville's gossips of the highest order. Alma said, "Marilyn, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your boyfriend was seen entering Harper's Motel with that slut, Carrie Jenkins about 15 minutes ago." Alma's voice sounded anything but sorry.

"What?" Marilyn nearly shouted. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I'm afraid it's true, dear. Tom saw them himself." Tom Majors was Alma's husband.

Marilyn was suddenly overtaken by a rush of mixed feelings. Hurt, anger, and disbelief all took turns assaulting Marilyn's mind.

"I have to go, Alma. I have to find out for myself if this is true or not. I know I should thank you for calling, but I just can't."

Alma tried to sound sympathetic. "Oh, you poor thing. You deserve much better than what that awful Jonathan Emory is giving you."

Marilyn winced at Alma's tone. She sounded as though she was thoroughly enjoying this, and Marilyn's only response was to slam the phone back into it's cradle.

Since she had already been comfortably dressed in her silky nightgown, Marilyn rushed upstairs and pulled on a pair of jeans and a green blouse. She shoved her feet into a pair of tennis shoes as she walked out the door.

She jumped into her Chevelle, gunning the engine and tearing down the driveway. She sped towards town, her mind still a turmoil of battling emotions. This just couldn't be true, could it? Surely Jon wouldn't do something like this to her. At the same time though, Marilyn thought if it would have been anyone other than Carrie Jenkins that Alma had mentioned, she never would have believed it. But deep down Marilyn knew that Jon harbored a certain attraction for Carrie.

Marilyn found herself silently praying that this whole thing was a mistake, some kind of misunderstanding. But as she pulled into the parking lot of Harper's Motel and saw Jon's old pickup, she realized that this horrible thing was true.

Her anger mounted steadily as she went inside and talked to the hotel clerk, and had her fears confirmed. Jon had checked in almost an hour ago, and the clerk said that he had seen a woman sitting in the truck. It took a bit of arm twisting, but Marilyn got the clerk to tell her which room they were in.

Marilyn walked up to Room #6, and stood outside the door. She took several deep breaths, trying to compose herself. Then she reached out and knocked on the door.

**********

Jon opened the door, and there stood the love of his life. Marilyn's dark eyes were filled with hurt and betrayal. Then she looked past him and saw Carrie still sitting naked on the bed. Her hurt expression quickly progressed to a look of sheer fury.

He tried to speak to her. He opened his mouth to try to apologize, but Marilyn instantly cut him off. In an icy voice he'd never heard before, she said, "I don't want to hear any of your excuses, Jon. You just traded all our years together in for a quick fuck with this slut. It was just once, wasn't it? It doesn't matter, you don't have a right to say anything to me. Don't you dare come home tonight."

She turned to leave then, when Carrie said in a mocking tone, "What's the matter, Marilyn? Are you afraid I'm better than you?" Jon winced, knowing that Carrie had just made a huge mistake.

Jon knew Marilyn had a volatile temper, but he had never before seen such an instense rage come over her. Before he had the chance to blink, Marilyn crossed half the room and launched herself at Carrie, screaming with fury.

Even though Carrie was a few inches taller and twenty pounds heavier than his tiny fiancee, Marilyn effortlessly dragged Carrie from the bed and slammed her to the floor.

In a split second Marilyn was on top of Carrie. She tangled one hand in Carrie's blonde hair, using the leverage to bang her head against the floor. With her other hand she attempted to get a grip on Carrie's throat to throttle her.

Carrie didn't known what hit her. She wailed in terror as Marilyn attacked her in unabated anger. Carrie desperately tried to push Marilyn off of her, but she was unable to dislodge Marilyn's tenacious grip.

Jon moved to intervene when Marilyn finally got a grip on Carrie's throat. He grabbed Marilyn as gently as possible from behind and pulled her off Carrie. As Marilyn was jerked away from Carrie, a handful of Carrie's bright blonde hair came away in Marilyn's clenched fist.

Marilyn instantly whirled around, facing Jon, and roared, "It figures you'd be worried about your little piece of ass! You and she deserve each other!"

She glared contemptuously at Carrie, who was still cowering on the floor trying to regain her senses from the attack. Marilyn then turned her raging eyes to Jon and said, "Tomorrow I want you to pack up your stuff and get out of the house. I won't be home until late and you can get your shit out while I'm gone. I have nothing more to say to you."

With that, Marilyn's eyes began to glisten with tears. She spun on her heel and walked out of the room, her shoulders slumped. Jon's heart broke seeing her so hurt and angry, especially knowing that he was the cause of it.

He wanted to go after her, try to explain, but he knew that she was too hurt and angry to hear anything he had to say. Her temper was fierce and he knew that she was going to need some time to cool off.

How could he have done something so stupid? He tried to recall the events of the evening and found that he remembered very little. God, how was he ever going to make this up to Marilyn?

His thoughts were interrupted when Carrie began yelling at him. "How could you let her jump on me like that? This was more your fault than mine. Damn you for being so pussy-whipped!"

All he could say was, "Shut up, Carrie. Get dressed. Here's twenty bucks to get yourself a ride home."

He threw a twenty on the floor and left the room. Before he started his truck he could hear her shreiking, "Get back here! You can't leave me here like this!"

He pulled out and headed for his brother's house, the only place he could think of to go.

**********

Carrie Jenkins was furious. For all these years she had wanted Jon Emory, and it hadn't turned out like she'd expected at all.

First of all, Jon hadn't been very good in bed, probably because he was so drunk. It had never crossed Carrie's mind that the only reason he'd been with her in the first place was because he was drunk.

Carrie had been so sure that once she fucked Jon that he would leave Marilyn and be with her. Instead, when that fucking bitch Marilyn had shown up, Jon had let her damn near kill Carrie.

Carrie absentmindedly rubbed her tender scalp where Marilyn had yanked out a large clump of her hair.

To top things off, Jon had treated her like some kind of cheap slut, throwing a twenty dollar bill at her then leaving her alone at the hotel without a ride. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life.

Carrie seethed with anger and said out loud to herself, "I'll get that bitch back no matter what. And Jon too. Nobody treats me like that and gets away with it!"

Slowly, a smug smile spread across Carrie's face. She suddenly had an idea about how to get revenge on the both of them.

She picked up the telephone and dialled. "Hello, Karl? This is Carrie Jenkins. I have a big favor to ask you, and I'll make it worth your while," she said with a self-satisfied smile on her face.

**********

Jon woke up the next morning on his brother's sofa, his head pounding like wild horses were galloping through his skull. He was momentarily disoriented, then realizing where he was, the memory of what had happened the night before came back to him with a sickening force.

He couldn't bear to think about it just now. Today was Friday and he still had one more day of work to get through.

It took every ounce of strength he possessed to get up and stagger into the bathroom. He pawed through his brother Alan's medicine cabinet until he found the aspirin, and he washed five of them down with water from the faucet.

After a long, hot shower, Jon made himself a cup of coffee and ate a couple of pieces of toast. Physically, he was starting to feel better, but mentally he was feeling like a basket case.

What was he going to do if Marilyn never forgave him? He couldn't imagine living the rest of his life without her. 

He thought that he'd have to call her that evening and see if she would even speak to him. God, he hoped so.

Part 2

When Jonathan saw the red Chevelle pulling into the supermarket parking lot, his heart leapt at the unexpected sight of it. It had to be Marilyn. There wasn't another car like it in town, and Marilyn Milano was definitely the only female he knew in Springville who drove a muscle car with such reckless abandon.

He had just left the grocery store himself, and when he saw her Chevelle speed into the lot and come to a screeching halt in a parking spot a couple of rows over from him, he didn't start his truck. Instead, he sat and watched her get out of her car.

She looked so pretty. She was wearing a denim dress with a silver belt, and her long dark brown hair was neatly french-braided away from her face. She had a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose, but Jon could easily envision the beautiful dark eyes that they hid.

Jonathan could see that the corners of her mouth were turned up in a distracted smile, as though she were having a delayed reaction to something amusing that she'd heard earlier.

"She's definitely not thinking about me with that smile on her face," he said aloud to himself, his deep, clear voice echoing in the cab of the truck. With that thought he felt a stab of intense sadness, quickly followed by the companion feelings of guilt and remorse.

As he watched Marilyn's petite form briskly cross the parking lot and disappear inside the store, Jonathan was struck once again by the depth of his loss. He missed her so fucking much.

Marilyn and he had been apart for nearly two months now, but the pain of their separation hadn't diminished one iota. At least she's speaking to me now, he thought.

For two solid weeks after the incident with Carrie, Marilyn had adamantly refused to talk to Jon at all. Then she had been forced to talk to him because they had financial matters to discuss.

They had agreed that for the time being at least, Marilyn would stay at the house and make the entire mortgage payment. Jon would continue to stay with his brother, Alan, and he would continue to pay some of the other bills. The entire thing was just so depressing.

Marilyn's anger seemed to be slowly abating. Now they could carry on a civil conversation without her ending up frothing at the mouth. Jon was somewhat encouraged.

Jon sighed and started his truck. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he vowed once again that he wouldn't give up on Marilyn no matter how long it took. He just had to get her back.

He was already working on one thing that he hoped would make her happy. Without her knowledge, Jon had taken the wreckage of her beloved '68 Mustang out of the backyard shed, and had had it towed to Indianapolis. He had found an excellent mechanic who was in the process of restoring the car to it's original condition, and Jon had taken out a loan to pay for it. 

Apparently Marilyn hadn't been in the shed for awhile, or he would have gotten a call asking where her car was. He didn't think she would take him back just because he fixed up her car, but he wanted to do it anyway. He wished their relationship could be fixed as easily.

**********

Marilyn Milano peered out of the grocery store window and watched Jon's truck pull away. She had spotted his blue Ford pick up the instant she pulled into the parking lot, and as she'd gotten closer she could see that he was sitting behind the wheel, watching her.

She thought he looked kind of pathetic, sitting there watching her like that, and she felt a momentary twinge of sympathy. She knew she was being rough on him, but she also knew that she'd never been so angry before in her entire life. Her mind immediately jumped back to the memory of the night she'd caught him fucking Carrie Jenkins, and her resentment boiled up, obliterating any sympathetic feelings.

She could still hardly believe that he'd done it and every thought of it caused her to see red. It was getting a little better, she thought. She no longer wanted to kill Carrie with her own two hands, as had been her immediate reaction that night. She also no longer wanted Jon to drop off the face of the earth and disappear, even though she was nowhere near ready to take him back. She no longer cried herself to sleep every night.

Marilyn sighed. This whole situation was enough to drive a person nuts. She was still so mad at him, but most of the time she missed him too. She was torn.

Maybe her evening out with Karl Perry would help make things better. Karl worked at the garage where Marilyn took her Chevy for service. The week after the ugly scene with Jon and Carrie, Marilyn had taken the car in for a tune up. Karl had told her that he'd heard that she and Jon had broken up, and he'd asked her if she'd like to go out sometime.

She had refused, telling him that she just wasn't in the mood to start dating yet. He had told her that he understood, and that he was willing to be patient. He had been patient, as well as persistent. He had regularly called her to renew his offer.

Karl was a nice looking guy, even if he was younger that Marilyn was normally attracted to. At 23, Karl turned the ladies' heads with his toned body and his puppy-dog brown eyes. The more Marilyn talked to him, the more she realized that he was intelligent and seemed nice as well.

That morning, Marilyn had run into Karl at the gas station when she'd stopped in to fill up the Chevelle. Once again, Karl had invited her out, and this time she had accepted. 




Hard Lessons



Why not? she thought to herself. She didn't know if she'd ever be ready to take Jon back, so why should she sit at home alone every night? After all, there was no telling whom Jon might be spending his evenings with.

Karl was going to pick her in a couple of hours and they were going to go have a drink and maybe do some dancing in Alton, a neighboring small town. Marilyn had insisted that they go someplace where there was little chance of running into either Jon or Carrie.

Marilyn quickly moved through the grocery picking up a few items she needed. She waited in line and paid for her food, all the while wondering what she should wear for her date later. It had been years since she'd been on a first date, and she was shifting back and forth between being nervous and being excited. Occasionally a twinge of guilt tried to assert itself, but Marilyn hastily pushed it away each time.

**********

Jon sat on the sofa at his brother's house, watching a lousy rented video. He was depressed. Another Friday night without Marilyn.

His brother, Alan, had a date, so Jon was alone in the house. He had thought about going down to Garvey's for a beer, but immediately dismissed the idea. He hadn't been back to Garvey's since the bad night with Carrie. He also hadn't touched liquor since.

The movie was so boring, and Jon was half-dozing when the phone rang.

"Hello?" he answered.

A male voice he didn't recognize said, "You're little-miss-perfect girlfriend has a hot date tonight. Too bad it's not with you!"

Jon started to reply when the connection was broken. Who the hell was that? Marilyn wasn't dating anyone yet. Or was she?

Suddenly he was wide awake and he felt frantic at the thought of her going out with someone else. He grabbed the phone and dialled her number. It rang and rang, but she didn't answer.

He considered the possibility of going over there, but decided that would be a waste of time. If she was home, she would have answered the phone. He was resigned to the fact that he'd just have to keep calling until she picked up.

This is torture, he thought.

**********

Marilyn sat across the table from Karl Perry, woozily listening to him talk about some engine that he was rebuilding. Normally, Marilyn loved car talk, but at the moment she was having trouble concentrating on the conversation.

What was in those damn drinks, anyway? They were called Long Island iced teas, and Karl had told her that she'd love them. She had been unconvinced when he'd suggested that she try one, but he had talked her into it. 

And he had been right, they tasted great, but they must have been very strong. She'd only had two of them but she was feeling pretty buzzed.

Karl asked her if she would like to dance, and she agreed. They made their way to the postage-stamp sized dance floor and danced a couple of fast songs. Marilyn was giddy, and she whirled and shimmied enthusiastically. She wondered again what was in those drinks when she almost lost her balance a couple of times.

Abruptly, the tempo of the music changed, and she found herself in Karl's muscular arms swaying to a slow dance. He held her closely and was intently gazing into her eyes. Marilyn smiled, enjoying herself.

"You look absolutely fantastic tonight," Karl whispered into her ear.

"Thank you, Karl. I had the most awful time deciding what to wear." She had eventually chosen a red dress that fell a couple of inches above her knees. As usual she had left her tanned legs bare, and she'd finished the outfit with a pair of low-heeled red pumps. Jon had always told her that red was one of her best colors.

"Well, you made a great choice." Karl gently ran his hand over her back, and the sensation made Marilyn shiver. It had been two long months since she'd felt a man's touch, and until that very moment she hadn't realized just how much she'd missed it.

She looked at Karl appraisingly, and she liked what she saw. He was comfortably dressed in a pair of black jeans, and a gray and black short-sleeved polo shirt. His chestnut brown hair was close-cropped and served to accentuate his large brown eyes nicely. He flashed her a charming smile.

As they continue moving to the slow beat, Karl leaned over and gently kissed her lips. Marilyn kissed him back, softly. Marilyn thought kissing him felt good, but strange. It had been years since she'd kissed anyone but Jon.

The song ended, and they went back to their table. Marilyn was surprised to see that a full drink was there waiting for her. She sat down, and instead of sitting across from her, Karl sat down next to her. She began feeling a bit nervous as to what Karl might be expecting from her.

She didn't intend to sleep with him or anyone else just yet. She didn't even know if she and Jon were through, and even if they were she certainly wasn't over him yet.

She sipped her drink. Damn, these things were good. It wasn't long before her third Long Island iced tea was gone. She got up to go to the restroom, and as she stood, she almost fell over. Whoa, she thought, no more of those tonight.

When she returned from the restroom, Karl had apparently ordered her another drink without asking, because a full one was sitting in the place of her empty one.

"Oh, Karl," she said, "I don't think I'm going to be able to drink this. I've had way too much already. She was tongue tied and had trouble even getting the sentence out.

Karl smiled sympathetically. "Of course you don't have to drink it. Let me finish off mine and then we'll hit the road, if you're ready."

"What the hell," Marilyn said, "just one more won't kill me!" They sat and both of them finished off their drinks.

Karl had to help Marilyn out to his car. Her legs just didn't seem to be working right, and her head was spinning out of control. She climbed into the passenger seat, and closed her eyes for a moment to try and stop the spinning.

She felt Karl gently shaking her, and when she opened her eyes she couldn't believe that they were sitting in front of her house. She must have fallen asleep.

"Are you okay?" Karl asked.

"Think so," she replied, although she wasn't sure at all.

"Why don't you let me help you inside? It's my duty to see you home safely, and that includes getting you inside."

"That's sweet," she slurred.

The next thing she knew they were on her front porch, and she didn't remember how they'd gotten there.

"Where are your keys?" Karl asked.

Instead of making the effort to speak, Marilyn merely handed him her purse.

Karl nearly had to carry her inside. He settled her on her sofa, and asked if it would be alright if he used her phone.

"Sure. Phone's in the kitchen," she said before closing her eyes again.

**********

Jon had been trying to call Marilyn every half hour. It was now almost midnight and she hadn't answered yet. He was miserable. He didn't know who had called, but they must have been telling the truth. Marilyn was out on a date.

He was trying to decide what, if anything, he should do next. Then the phone rang again. He snatched it up, and answered, "Hello."

The unidentified voice again. "Marilyn is about to get fucked good and hard. Too bad it's not your cock she'll be riding." Click. He hung up.

Jon quickly punched in Marilyn's number and got a busy signal. A couple of minutes later and the line was still busy. He kept trying, but after about 15 minutes when he was still getting the buzz-buzz-buzz of the busy signal, he decided that he was going over there himself to find out what the hell was going on.

In his truck on the way to Marilyn's, Jon felt worried, scared, and angry all at the same time. He abruptly realized that this must have been just how Marilyn had felt the night she caught him with Carrie. This was awful.

**********

Somebody was stroking her thigh. Marilyn murmured, "Oh, Jon, it's been so long." His hand moved upward, sliding up under the elastic band of her panties, and gently began stroking her clit.

She moaned with pleasure, and struggled to open her eyes. It was Karl who was touching her. He was smiling at her as he fingered her clit. Marilyn briefly thought about stopping him but it felt so damn good, and she responded despite herself. She rocked her hips against his hand, and he leaned forward and kissed her.

In her drunken state, Marilyn's mind kept flashing back to what it was like when she kissed Jon. She opened her mouth, allowing Karl's tongue into her mouth. His tongue was hot and wet, and felt so good mingling with hers.

Her eyes were closed again, and Marilyn let herself go. I want this, she thought. I want it to be Jon, but it's not. I need this.

She heard the sound of a zipper, and Karl took her hand and gently guided it to his crotch. Her fingers closed around his throbbing erection, and she gasped.

Karl broke their kiss, and whispered, "Take your dress off, Marilyn." She obeyed, unable to help herself. She stood and pulled the red dress off over her head. 

She swayed on her feet, and Karl stood next to her, steadying her. He pushed her panties down, and when they dropped to he feet she stepped out of them. Karl unhooked her bra and slid it off over her shoulders. 

Marilyn was naked now. Her legs, unable to support her, buckled at the knees and she sat back down onto the sofa. She fought to keep her eyes open as Karl stood before her, removing his clothing as well. In no time he was naked too, and he sat down next to her.

He kissed her again, and began caressing her bare breasts. When he reached the sensitive nipples, Marilyn said, "Yes, Jon..uh I mean Karl. That feels good."

Karl slid one hand down her stomach and began touching her clit again. Marilyn could feel that she was wet and ready.

Karl pulled his hands away, and lay back on the sofa, his erection jutting up invitingly. "I know you want me Marilyn. Ride me," he hissed.

Marilyn moved down the sofa and straddled him. She lowered herself onto his cock, slowly. She moaned, loving the full sensation she hadn't felt in so long.

Karl began thrusting upward into her moist cunt. In Marilyn's inebriated condition, she was having difficulty matching his rhythm and she quickly became frustrated. 

Karl said, "Just don't move baby, and I'll take care of everything."

Marilyn held still, trying to balance herself, and then abruptly it was over. With a few more strokes, Karl's body went rigid and he grunted, shooting his load. He was done.

Marilyn rolled off of him and stood up, moving to the other end of the couch and then laying down again. Her dark eyes briefly focused on Karl, and she fell asleep disgustedly thinking, "What a loser."

**********

Jon drove slightly past the house, pulling to the curb and shutting his lights off. He climbed out of the truck and looked around before quietly walking up to the house. There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway, and his anxiety level cranked up another notch.

Not knowing exactly what else to do, Jon moved to the living room window and peeked in. His worst fear was confirmed as he saw Marilyn, naked, climbing off of some man who's face he couldn't see.

He backed away, numb. Apparently Marilyn was over him. It was through. He got back in his truck and headed back towards his brother's house.

**********

Marilyn awoke at dawn, naked, on her sofa. Her first thought was, "Oh god, what have I done?"

She remembered little of the night before, but she had a few memories of screwing Karl Perry right here on the couch. She didn't even remember him leaving.

In a cruel flash of insight, she realized that she had done exactly the same thing that Jon had done. She had gotten drunk and fucked someone who meant little to her. She knew that there was only one thing she could do. She had to tell Jon the truth, and beg him for the forgiveness that she'd been unable to give him.

She called Jon's brother's house, and Alan answered instead of Jon. "Alan, may I please speak to Jon?" Marilyn asked.

"Sorry, Marilyn. Jon isn't here right now. He was already gone by the time I got up and I don't know where he is. You want me to give him a message?"

"Yeah, um, just have him give me a call, ok?"

Marilyn hung up with a sigh. She hated to wait even another minute to tell Jon what had happened and that she was so sorry. She went into the bedroom and sat down at her desk, pulling out a tablet. She began a letter to Jon.

**********

Jon had gotten up early that morning, and had packed up his fishing pole and tackle box and had gone fishing. Usually nothing soothed him like spending a few quiet hours on the lake, and today he'd needed soothing more than ever. 

He'd driven the thirty miles to his favorite fishing lake and had spent the morning casting and reeling in his line. He'd only caught three fish, and he had released each of them as soon as he'd gotten them unhooked.

By lunch time Jon admitted to himself that he wasn't feeling any better. The day was beautiful, with a soft wind blowing and a cloudless blue sky, but his mood remained dark. How had his life gotten turned into this miserable mess? He finally gave up with an exasperated sigh and packed his stuff. Time to go home and try to deal with this disaster.

When he got back to Alan's at about two o'clock in the afternoon, the mailman was just filling the mailbox as Jon pulled into the driveway. "Hey!" the mailman shouted, "you already have a couple of pieces of mail in your box that I didn't deliver. I thought they were outgoing until I saw that they had your name on them."

Jon walked back down the driveway and took the bundle of mail from the carrier, thanking him. He was immediately curious about the two envelopes that the mailman had mentioned. Both of them were unaddressed, with only his name on the envelopes. Someone must have personally put them in the mailbox.

Still standing next to the box, he tore open the top envelope and pulled out three Polaroid photographs. His mouth dropped open in surprise when he saw the that photos were of Marilyn, apparently taken last night. She was naked, and appeared to be either asleep or passed out on her sofa.

On the bottom of the last photo was a handwritten caption. It read, "Your loving girlfriend. What a joke!"

Jon was almost afraid to open the second envelope. Oh well, he thought, how much worse can it possibly get? Inside the envelope was a single sheet of stationary. He immediately recognized the handwriting as Marilyn's.

The brief letter read: "Jon - I have something that I have to confess to you, and I just couldn't wait until you got home to get this off my chest, so I wrote it down. Last night, I had a date with Karl Perry. I got drunk and ended up having sex with him. I am ashamed, and so, so sorry. I am asking for your forgiveness for what I have done. I realize that is asking a lot considering the way I have been treating you. I understand now how easy it is to make a mistake and how hard it is to forgive. I realize now how much I do love you, and I can only hope that it's not too late for us to work this out. I think we'll regret it forever if we don't give each other a second chance. Love, Marilyn."

Jon was slammed with several conflicting emotions at once. At first, anger and hurt at her confession, followed by a peculiar sympathy for her remorse, then overriding all else was a sense of relieved happiness. She wanted to try again. Maybe somehow, they could just start all over again.

He looked down at the other envelope containing the pictures of Marilyn, and he realized that before he could put all this behind him, he had to have a little talk with Karl Perry first. He had to find out why Karl had left the pictures for him, and if he had been the person who'd called him the night before. And if he didn't like Karl's answers, he was going to have to kick his ass.

It took about an hour of looking before he was able to track Karl down. He finally caught him down at Garvey's. When Karl saw him, he looked surprised.

"Care to tell me why you left these for me?" Jon said, holding up the envelope with the pictures. 

"Oh wow. I never thought she would have told you about last night. Listen, Jon, the whole thing was Carrie's idea."

"Carrie Jenkins? You mean she set this up?" Jon asked incredulously.

"Yeah, man, she told me she wanted to get back at you guys. Said Marilyn beat her up for no reason and that you let her do it. I didn't really care about that. Carrie promised me sex anytime I wanted if I tried to get Marilyn into bed."

"That's what she told you? None of that is true, Karl. Marilyn jumped on Carrie after she caught me and Carrie together. Carrie was just pissed because she got her butt kicked and because I left her at the hotel without a ride. Exactly what happened last night, anyway?"

Karl said, "I should have known Carrie was full of shit. She's famous for it. It was her idea for me to get Marilyn drunk and see if I could get her into bed. I talked her into drinking Long Island iced teas...and she got totally trashed. I gotta admit, I feel kind of bad for taking advantage of her. She was out of her head, man. Carrie sprang the idea of pictures on me at the last minute and I went along. She told me Marilyn would never tell you about me, so you'd never find out I took the pictures."

"So were you the one who called me last night too?" Jon asked.

"No, I never called you. Carrie wanted me to call her when I got back to Marilyn's, so I did. That was it."

Jon believed him. Carrie must have gotten someone else to make the calls. "Listen, Karl, I want to make this whole situation go away. If you swear never to mention it again, then I'll forget all about it. And if I were you, I'd stay away from Carrie Jenkins. She' nothing but bad news. Don't learn the hard way like I did."

"I hear that. To tell you the truth, I was getting kind of tired of her anyway. She looks good, but she ain't all that good in the sack, you know? And you obviously can't believe a word she says. I'm through with her."

Jon said, "Do me a favor. Tell Carrie that her little revenge plot turned out to be the best thing that could happen. Marilyn and I are getting back together, and it's all thanks to her."

"That'll sure frost her ass. I'll go one better, though. I'll do her one more time before I tell her," Karl laughed.

**********

It was late in the evening and Marilyn was beside herself. Jon hadn't called her back. She was sure he'd decided to call it quits.

She went to bed early, tossing and turning. It took a long time for her to finally fall asleep. She had bad dreams, ugly bits and pieces of the night before with Karl, and one particularly disturbing nightmare where she was lost in a crowd and was calling for Jon.

At first, she thought the sound of the car horn was just another part of a dream. When it persisted, she slowly came out of sleep and realized that there really was a car horn blaring outside. She got out of bed and looked out the window, but she couldn't see who was honking. Whoever it was had parked close to the house, and there was a big evergreen blocking the view from her bedroom window.

She put on her robe and started downstairs when the honking stopped. She opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch. Marilyn couldn't believe her eyes when she saw what was sitting in her driveway.

It was her Mustang! And it looked just like it had never been wrecked! She ran out to it, not caring that she was still barefoot.

She was in shock. The car looked perfect, right down to the custom midnight blue paint job. Who had done this? She went to the driver's side door and peered inside.

Sitting on the dashbord was an envelope with her name on it and a small box. She opened the envelope with shaking fingers. Inside was a card that simply read, "Before we started a new life together, I wanted you to have this piece of your old one. Love, Jon."




Hard Luck Harlan Lawton



"Harlan, you don't mind do you. The children do love to be with you," she said. I looked at my wife. She was dressed to kill, but it, her efforts to kill, were not for me; she was planning on leaving me home again—to watch the kids, her sister's kids. The two women were going out to paint the town—presumably red.

No news there, it had been happening a lot lately, lately being the last several years. Except for the inevitable family gatherings, Jennifer and I had gone almost nowhere together as a couple over that period. It rankled, a lot, but she didn't exactly give me a choice. And, being the pussywhipped wimp that I was, I let her get away with it.

I'm a retired army first sergeant—twenty years active. She's an executive secretary making pretty sizable bucks working for an ad agency in town—the town being Houston, forty-five minutes from our home in the burbs. We are both forty-seven, as this story begins, and still socially active; well, she's socially active; I'm an active baby sitter and all around gofer. 

Like I said, my place in this household rankles. Jenny never wants to go out with me, unless you count the two or three movies a year that she deigns to let me escort her to. I had begun to think that maybe she was ashamed of me; the theaters were dark, so she had minimum exposure to criticism being out with someone who looked like me. 

Okay, me? Five-seven, one-seventy-five, thinning hair, but not actually ugly. But, not handsome either. I used to be able to dance, but I know I had to be a bit rusty now since it had been so long since I've been given the opportunity. Oh, and her? Five-nine, one-twenty-five, beautiful long auburn hair, ass and tits that are a threat to traffic. Jen is not actually movie star beautiful in the face, but she is far from unlovely. Okay, and yeah, she's taller than me; well, so the fuck what.

According to her and her sister, Marie, Marie, Wills, they don't invite me because I didn't like the kinds of places that they generally frequented. She was right about that. Sawdust joints filled with wannabe cowboys, rock clubs that I long suspected of selling more drugs than beer, and disco dance halls where the clothes made the man just didn't do it for me. A hit to my ego them always leaving me behind? You bet. Ready to do something about it? I'm getting to that point.

Marie is part of the problem. Divorced, snooty, and an all around party girl; she couldn't imagine a Saturday night without her wing-woman. But, whereas she couldn't even imagine having me tag along with the them; she was more than happy with me in the role of baby sitter. Helluva thing.

I like jazz clubs and soft music and classic cocktails rather than the yellow pepsi her circle of friends seemed to prefer. I'd gotten, what I see as my high class tastes, from my dad, a retired Navy lieutenant commander, thirty years in. He'd actually been a bandleader in the Navy. He could play several instruments and had seen to it that I had an excellent musical education since I wasn't interested in college. My instrument of choice was the piano; I was pretty good.

The kids always want me to play for them when I'm sitting. It's about the only time, apart from Christmas with the family, that I have an audience. I see the kids, Jenna (7) and Willy (8), as a definite upside even though they are not my kids per se. Jenny had not wanted kids; I did, so we didn't have any; put another way, we do what Jennifer Ann wants. Like I say, my place in the household rankles, and I have for a while been close to making a move; I'm just not hadn't been sure what kind of move. Am I the village wimp? I guess, when it comes to my wife, I am. I love Jenny, and to be fair she always makes it a point to tell me she loves me. But, saying it and showing it are two entirely different things. Sex between us is okay, maybe once or twice weekly; but it isn't anything outrageously kinky or exciting. 

I stood there in front of her. She was waiting for an answer. It came to me

"Yes," I said.

"Yes what? She said.

"Yes, I mind being a baby sitter again. Frankly, Jennifer, I am tired of being left out and never being allowed to go anywhere with you," I said. She looked at me funny. I had never said no to her for anything. She was obviously having processing this new information.

"Harlan, why didn't you say something before. You knew that Marie and I were planning to go out tonight. It's Saturday night; we always go out Saturday nights," she said.

"Yes, and always without me," I said. "Don't you think that that's kind of a weird situation for a husband and wife to be in?" I said.

"Harlan, look, sit with the kids tonight, and we can talk about this tomorrow, okay? You can't just throw a monkey wrench into other people's plans at the last moment like this. It isn't fair!" she said.

I smiled. "Isn't fair. I have plans of my own tonight. I'm headin' out. You do what you want, but I'm leaving now. Have a nice time with the kids; they really are fun you know," I said.

"Wha..." She was speechless as she watched me walked out the door." 

I'd had no plans, but then the military had taught me to improvise. I headed for the nearest bar. Richard's bar and Grill was the best bar in Houston as far as I was concerned. I had been there a hundred times at least, though not lately. Richard's was frequented mostly by true adults like myself; unlike the kinds of places my wife and her sister liked to go to where the clientele always seemed to be around twelve years old. 

Richard's place sported an ancient piano, but one in excellent tune, and an equally ancient piano player who knew a lot of tunes. The music was mostly rhythm and blues, but some jazz if the clientele was interested enough to ask for it. The player's name was Sam, if you can believe it. And yes, Richard, the owner, was mostly referred to as Rick. Go figure.

I mounted a bar stool near the end of the bar furthest from the door. I looked around. It was still early. The place was maybe a quarter full, but I knew it would fill up pretty quick after 9:00. I smirked my satisfaction that I had had the huevos to stand up to Jennifer and leave her having to figure out what to do about the babysitting situation. 

Sam began playing some romantic stuff and a few couples got up to dance. I looked around for a likely partner, saw one, and left my martini sitting on the bar as I went over to her and asked her to dance. 

"Care to dance," I said to the cute maybe thirty-something blond. She looked me up and down.

"Uh—not right now," she said. I did my best not to sound desperate, but I'm sure my face must have been bright crimson at hearing her reject me.

"Oh, okay. Sorry," I said. I turned and walked away. Over the next hour and half, I asked three other women, more or less in my age bracket, to dance; I was turned down by all of them. My luck was apparently gonna be pure shit tonight, I thought.

I had been to Richard's dozens of times, but I had never asked any of the women there to dance before; this was a wakeup call for me. What was wrong with me? Was I chopped liver as the saying goes? Before, it had always just been a few drinks and some light conversation with the barkeeps or other customers seated at the bar. Now that I wanted to dance my batting average was nada. Maybe my wife and her sister knew something I didn't. I know I didn't have bad breath, or so I assumed. Looking around at the other patrons, I deduced that I was dressed okay. So what was wrong with me?

I paid the bill and left before the place got really full. Okay, yes, I was humiliated.

It was only about half past eight. I didn't want to go home. Especially not with my tail between my legs. If Jen were there, I would be catching a busload of heat; right now, I didn't need any of that. I wondered if in fact she were there, at home? It'd been around 6:30 when I'd left her; she could have gotten the neighbors kid, Rhonda, to sit if the teenager hadn't had a date herself. An idea came to me. I'd know soon enough about that, I thought, that is about whether she had gone out or not. 

As bad as my luck had been tonight, I wondered about Jenny's luck. If she had gone out with Marie where would they have gone? Her favorite place, I knew, was the Hard Hat. It was across town, but I could get there in half an hour. If she had gotten a sitter, she might be there having the time of her life by now—and probably dissing me for not being cooperative. I smiled to myself. Would she be glad to see me? I was maybe about to find out.

I pulled into the parking lot and parked in the rear. My luck, good or bad was holding, Marie's car was parked two rows up from where I'd pulled in. I knew her plate number by heart, and I recognized it before I even got close. Was she alone or did she have my wife with her. I froze.

Just as I got close to Marie's car two naked feet planted themselves on the rear side window. The sounds of fucking were audible even with the windows closed. Marie had been married to a good man, Cass Wills. I doubted that Cass had come back to fuck his ex-wife in a bar's parking lot. I moved closer to the car. I heard the woman screech. It wasn't Marie; it was Jennifer. My heart sank. My marriage was over; that was a fact. I just had one thing left to do.

I Pulled my cell phone, went up to the car window, and began to shoot pictures. They noticed and began scrambling. One shot got their faces as well as their half naked bodies. I heard Jenny's audible, "no!" The window got rolled down by a speechless drugstore cowboy; I looked down at the two of them. In a calm voice, I just told her to not come home early; I wanted a little time to pack up my stuff. Head down, a hang dog look no doubt painting my features, I walked away. A moment later she almost jumped out of the car pulling her dress down over her nakedness as she did so. She ran after me and grabbed me by the arm. 

"Harlan, please, give me a chance," she pleaded.

"I'm in the way, Jen," I said. "I guess I've been in the way for years. You'll be free now. We're done." She dropped her hand and watched me walk away.

"Harlan, I need you," were her parting words to me. ****** She at least had the decency to leave me enough time to clear out. Either that or she went back to doing what she'd been doing, but I doubted that.

The babysitter was surprised to see me early and I assured her that she should stay and wait for Jen and her sister. It took me about a half hour to put together the stuff I needed: clothes, bathroom gear, and some other odds and ends and papers. Two suitcases filled the bill.

The car loaded, I sat in the driver's seat for a moment and looked at the house that had been ours for years and now no longer was. I was sad, very sad. I really had loved the woman; hey, probably always would; I mean twenty-one years of marriage; one doesn't get over an investment like that without shedding a few tears. 

I found me a local motor lodge, paid for a week, and settled in. I set up my laptop, plugged in my aircard, and checked my savings account. Not too shabby, I thought; I had enough to hold me until I decided what to do. She had her own accounts and I had my own; that arrangement worked for me now. 

Divorce? Yeah, I guessed that that would be the way to go; it's what I'd just told her, but was I sure? We'd likely have to sell the house to split the proceeds. Alimony? I smiled; she made twice my retirement money. If anyone had to pay, she would. Would I take it? I honestly didn't know.

She tried to call me several times on the cell over the next few days, so I went to the phone company and had my number changed. I would talk to her at some point, I told myself. But, for the moment the wounds were still too raw. ******

I filed for divorce a few days later. My wife didn't contest it. She did ask for a final meeting though. Ah me, the inevitable final meeting. 

The meeting was held at a restaurant we had favored while we were still a young a couple: The Shadows Inn. There were to be no lawyers, just us; kinda the period on the sentence metaphorically speaking. I was early; she was late. I'd had a couple for martinis by the time she finally got there; I counted that as a good thing.

"Sorry, I'm late, Harlan, really," she said, taking a seat across from me. "How have you been?"

"Well, let's see: broken heart, no home to call my own, a shit load of humiliation, and a soon to be ex-wife who betrayed me and played me for a sucker for years. And, she's even late for our final meeting together as husband and wife. So, to answer your question, Jennifer, I'm feeling fucking wonderful." She was startled by the intensity of my sarcasm.

"Harlan. I apologized for being late. And as for all of the rest, I was a shit. I am so very, very sorry for what I've done to you. You never deserved any of it. For me it was never about you..."

"Yes it was, Jennifer. It had to be about me. You wanted someone, or someones, taller and better looking than me and you went out and found them. It was very much about me or rather what little I had to offer.

"Let me apologize to you, Jen, for being less of a man than I needed to be for a woman of your class," I said. "Clearly marrying you was a mistake; you were obviously way out of my league." I said this last a little less sarcastically than I had my first words.

"My God, I had no idea the depth of the hurt I was putting you through. I will never forgive myself," she said. "But, as for you not being enough of a man for me, forget it; you were more than enough man for me, Harlan, or for any woman. I love you even now. If you were to stop the divorce, I would spend the rest of my life proving my love for you, Harlan." She looked hopefully at me.

"Can't trust you anymore, Jen. I still adore you. You're everything any man could want. Whoever you hook up with after this; well, I wish him and you both well," I said. "You don't hate me?" she said.

"No, I don't hate anyone, Jennifer, especially not you. I'm disappointed and hurt, as you said, but there is no hate in me."

We ate and carried on light conversation for the next hour. Finally it was time to leave.

"Harlan, please keep in touch. It's going to be hard for me at first not having you around," she said.

"Yeah to baby sit," I said, laughing. Her face darkened.

"Harlan—"

"Sorry, Jen, that was a cheap shot." Even though it's probably true, I thought. She tendered me a slight smile. "Say hello to Marie for me; I did love the babies." ******

The divorce was uncontested and easy. Three months after our final meeting at the restaurant it was over. I was alone. I wasn't sure about her.

The terms of the divorce had Jennifer paying me $500 monthly for the next two years. Not a lot, but it was something. We did sell the house, and each of us got enough for a down payment on a new place which I wasn't ready to lock myself into yet. We split the personal stuff amicably and prepared to get on with our lives. ******

The days after the divorce for me were—well boring. My uninspiring, nothing little digs, a rented apartment at the time, and my "no" job situation left me with a lot of time to think. But, my thinking, such as it was, was disjointed and without direction. I needed to get my miserable, now forty-eight year old, act together and start the long road back toward some kind of normalcy. 

My first order of business was to get myself a job. I didn't need the money, really, but I needed to be occupied with something; I needed to be up and doing. Without a woman, retirement sucked, and that in technicolor!

I did get myself off occasionally, however, massage parlors and the occasional paid escort took care of my most basic needs. They were anonymous, made no demands, and really weren't all that expensive. It worked for me.

A search for a job that would suit me came to an unexpected end three days into it, the search that is. Sam, the pianist at Richard's retired. Mr. Campbell, Richard, was looking for a replacement. Minimum wage plus tips. Well, the tips could be as much as a $100 a night, I was told. But, I wasn't in it for the money; I just needed something to do; playing the piano was something I loved to do, and I was skilled at it. Heck the customers loved me. Things were looking up, or so I thought. ******

I had been on the job, and making fairly good tips, for almost a year, when I met her. Sylvia Moore, was pretty, fortyish, and sexy.

She'd actually had the audacity to put money in the jukebox "while" I was playing. I looked over at her and was both angry and intrigued. Some of the patrons also looked at her wondering what the heck she was doing. She looked around at them, smiled, and said to all within hearing, "I just want to dance with the music man." There were a few guffaws and some nervous laughter from the crowd as she came up to me.

"You wouldn't turn me down after I made a move like that, would you?" she said. I stared at her.

"Huh?" I said. She giggled.

"You wanna dance with me," she said. I nodded. I don't think I was altogether with it at that point. She kinda led me out onto the dance floor and we—well—danced, and that pretty close.

Sylvia claimed to be a retired secretary. She had blond hair and a near perfect complexion. A little paunchy in the middle, but great looking tits and ass. We started off a little tentative, well I did, she, on the other hand, was totally in control of herself.

Some four minutes later as the song ended, we'd made a date for the following night. We danced some more between sets; she was captivating. ******

I was off; it was Sunday evening. I picked her up at her place: a upscale condo complex downtown. I was early.

"Anxious are we?" she said, as we walked to the car. I snickered.

"Not anxious, desperate," I said.

"Hmm, I like desperate men," she said, as I helped her into the car.

For some reason I knew not of—maybe something Freudian—we ended up at the Hard Hat. I hadn't been there since that fateful night, seemingly, so long ago.

We'd spent a good hour at the bar drinking waiting for an open table, which was cool. I wanted to talk more than I wanted to eat. Finally we were seated and were half way through our meal, and in my case my third martini, when they walked in: Jennifer and her escort. He was at least six-five and very handsome and, I thought, at least ten years younger than Jen. All of the old feelings came back to haunt me. Sylvia noticed. She also noticed who had caused it.

"Someone you know?" she said.

"Yes, the woman. She's my ex," I said.

"Oh my. Are you okay? You look upset." She said.

"Truthfully? No, I'm not all right. The whole thing still bugs me," I said. "Would you mind if we went somewhere else?" I said.

"No, of course not," she said.

I signaled for the waitress. I handed her a fifty and we began to make our way out, but Jennifer and mister whoever were too near the door for us not to be noticed.

"Harlan! I didn't see..." started Jennifer.

"Hi, Jen, we were just leaving; have a nice evening," I said, helping Sylvia with her coat. The man with Jennifer looked perplexed—at first—then amused. He could see something was going on, but of course he had no clue, at least I don't think he did. I waved an "in a hurry" goodbye, and we left. 

We got the car and were on the road in a trice. "My luck to run into her and one of her boyfriends," I said to Sylvia by way of a backhanded apology.

"No problem, I broke up with my partner just a little while back myself, as I mentioned yesterday," she said. "It takes time to get over things like that, if one ever can."

"Yeah, I can relate," I said. 

"It's only been a day, Harlan, but I think we need to comfort each other. What do you think?" she said.

"Oh yeah," I said. "Oh yeah."

At her apartment, I plunked down on the sofa. All I could think of was Jennifer. I was with a nice looking woman who cared about me, and I was thinking of my ex-wife; helluva deal.




Hard Luck Harlan Lawton



"Drink?" she said.

"Yes, something strong. Anything strong," I said. She disappeared into her kitchen. She reemerged three minutes later with two, as it turned out, well built martinis.

"You okay?" she said. 

"Better, I guess," I said. "It's tough you know. I mean you love someone so long and then..." I couldn't think of what else to say. "Yes, I'm familiar," she said. "Uh—Harlan?"

"Hmm?" I said, as I downed the drink.

"There's something you have to know," she said.

"What Sylvia? I hope it isn't that you have some stud boyfriend. I mean, you're a good looking girl, and we've only known each other for a day or so, but..."

"No, no, nothing like that. It's something else." I waited. 

"Okay," I said, finally.

"Harlan—oh this is hard," I just waited. "Harlan, I'm not what you think. Harlan, I'm a guy." I smirked. Right and those tits are socks in a bra.

"Hormones," she said. I felt warm, flushed really. I felt—what—confusion, maybe.

"Guy? Hormones? Huh?" I spoke so softly that I could barely hear myself let alone be heard by another.

"Yes," she said. She lifted her skirt. Her panties, really a thong, had a bulge in the front.

"That's not a mons?" I said.

"No," he said. He was a he now.

"Uh—Sylvia—I have to go. No problem, but—uh—I have to go. Oh, and Sylvia, lose my number," I said. I set my empty glass down on the coffee table. I rose, grabbed my jacket, and left.

"Harlan, I'm sorry," I heard him say as the door slammed behind me. I drove back to my place as fast as I could. That as it turned out was a bad idea, at least the cops thought so: they busted me. The breathalyzer betrayed me at .12 blood alcohol. The jail turned out to be cold—fucking wonderful.

One thing about being in the tank, I had time to think if not to drink. I took stock of my situation. My wife had screwed me over. I had a minimum wage job—with tips extra—yippie-i-oh-ky-ay! I had picked up a transsexual or whatever to date; and, I didn't even know it. Oh yeah, and I almost forgot: I'm in fucking jail! What a fucking mess.

I thought back to Jennifer's date for the night. His look of amusement? Was it because he knew, or more than that, knew that I "didn't" know! Fuck-fuck-fuck! 

Well, the upside was that if it weren't for all of my bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all. Helluva deal.

I had to do something about turning my life around, but I was damned if I had a clue as to how I might accomplish that little ditty. But there had to be a way. There had to be. ******

Well, I was no college graduate. No military genius. But, I was a Heckuva piano player, thanks to my dad. It was a year and a half after my divorce and I'd done practically nothing to change my life for the better, or to forget Jennifer if it came to that. I still worked mainly for tips. I was still short and just barely not ugly. I did have a house now though, recently purchased. It was small and in a kind of rundown neighborhood, but not too bad. It, the house, kinda reminded me of me.

I hadn't seen Jennifer since that night at the Hard Hat. Neither had I seen Sylvia—thank God! My humiliation over that mess just wouldn't die. I wondered if Jennifer knew. More, I wondered how I would handle it if I ever found out that she knew!

It was 2:00AM and we'd just closed the place. I stood outside and breathed deeply. 

My life might be shit, but the weather was nice. It's true what some people say: the best things in life are free.

My new home, three bedrooms, two baths, thirty years old, and no leaks was a mile and half from the bistro: a half hour walk. I walked every day that it didn't rain. As I turned the corner onto my street, I noted a car, a fancy car, parked out front my old new home. There was someone in it. I walked slow trying to make out who it might be. I had no reason to be cautious, but something cued me that it might be a good idea.

As I neared the Caddy, for now I was able to identify the make; she got out.

"Hello Harlan," said Jennifer.

"Jennifer! What are you doing here?" I said.

"I was in the neighborhood. I thought I'd stop by," she said.

"Yeah, well how did you know where I lived, if I may ask?"

"I stopped by your work. I asked around. 

"How come you're walking," she said.

"I always walk. Trying to slim down and stay in shape," I said. "Been going to the gym too, not that I'm any big stud or anything. Just a way to keep fit and busy. Lost some weight too, since you're asking. How about you?"

She looked at me, and I thought I read sympathy in her look. Just what I fucking needed!

"I'm okay. Job's good. Harlan, I really came by for a reason, if that's all right. Could we go inside?" she said.

I motioned her to follow me. "Just moved in, not too long back," I said. "But the place is clean if still a bit unorganized." I looked her up and down. She looked good, real good. I said so. "You look terrific."

"Thank you, Harlan. You look better too—slimmer and more, I don't know, something," she said.

"Yeah, something," I said. I know she didn't mean it as a put down, but her qualifications about my looks made me realize, once again, just how out of her league I was. Hell, I wanted to cry. In the two years since the divorce, I'd gotten laid maybe five times, and I'd had to pay for all five. Nothing like that to gut an ego.

"Harlan, that was meant as a compliment," she said. "Well, thank you for that. And, I'm grateful," I said, trying not to sound too phoney.

"Harlan, you have no way to know it of course, but I think of you every day. I really do. I miss you," she said.

"Uh—yes, and how's Marie and the babies," I said. Oh, and where's my manners? Want a drink or something?" I said. She frowned at my dodging of her remark.

"Marie and the kids are fine. The kids ask about you from time to time; you really should take some time to go over there and see them. They miss you. 

"As for the drink, Yes, I guess—yes," she said. I headed for the kitchen to mix the martinis. Odd, I thought, it had been Jennifer that had turned me on to martinis a thousand years ago, and I had become more or less addicted to them over the years.

Returning minutes later, I found her on the couch, legs crossed, and smiling. Jesus she was hot. He skirt had ridden up and barely covered the temple of my adoration. And, I couldn't be sure, but I think she'd loosened a button on her blouse. She caught me staring. 

"Like what you see, mister?" she said. 

"Always did, Jen. You know that. Anyway, what did bring you here," I said.

"Harlan, it's been two years now since our—separation," she said. Separation, I thought; it was a divorce, not a separation, but if she wanted to pile on the euphemisms, I'd go along.

"Yeah, guess so," I said.

"My alimony checks to you are slated to stop after next month as you know." Actually, I should have known, but I hadn't even thought about it until she'd just mentioned it.

"Uh—yes," I said. I was going to feel the pinch once she stopped sending the $500. She'd never been late and never complained; I had to give her that. At first it had been kind of humiliating being partly supported by a woman who was no longer my wife, but it had gotten to be so routine that I no longer gave it much thought. But, now I had to.

"Well, Harlan, I don't mean this as a put down, I really don't. But, can I ask, how are you doing financially?" she said.

"Okay. If you mean how will I do once you stop sending the money, I'll be okay. I'll be fine," I said. I really would be okay, I knew, but it would force me to tighten the belt a bit what with the new house payment.

"Harlan, if you need the money, I can and will continue the payments. Kind of a reimbursement to you for all of the suffering I caused you. I feel just awful about us. I can't get over it," she said. I just looked at her. She had to know how humiliating it would be for me to have to ask her to continue to help support me, and that voluntarily.

"No, no," I said. "Like I said, I'll be fine."

"Okay, but I'm doing very well, so it would be no problem for me if you change your mind," she said. I wondered why she thought that I needed the extra money.

"Look," I said, "why don't you let me take you out for lunch tomorrow?" Where did that come from. Silly me, it came from the mouth of my little head. She was stunning. She must have realized what I was getting at because she actually giggled. 

"Okay, big boy. I think I'll just let you do that," she said. Her big boy comment kinda bothered me, I wasn't big, and she clearly knew that; but I decided to let it pass.

I knew that lunch would be a time for us to talk, that's why I'd made the offer. I was pretty sure she wanted to too. I was hoping that maybe we could mend a few fences. I was sure I couldn't trust her in any meaningful way, not after what she'd done. But, maybe we could find some common ground and perhaps see each other from time to time—okay, so I wanted to fuck her; every man who'd likely ever met her did.

We talked for a little while, and I was feeling—what—kind of at ease, I guess.

The next day she showed up at a little before noon. She was dressed nice, but conservatively.

We took her car; it was better than mine. We pulled into the lot of The Red Barron Steak House ten minutes later—her choice. Yeah it was going to be expensive, but this was a onetime deal; I could afford it. It must have finally hit her that maybe I couldn't afford it because she stopped cold as we took our first steps toward the entrance.

"Harlan! Oh my goodness, I never thought to ask you. Is this place okay? Would you prefer somewhere else? I just kinda drove over here. I knew it was close, and I know the food's good, but..."

"No, no, it's fine. I've never eaten here before, but if you say the food is good; well, it's okay by me," I said. She totally knew she'd blown it. We went in and were escorted to a table in the back. It wasn't overly busy; it was a week day, and it was way too pricey for the local work forces in the area. 

Seated, the waitress took our drink orders and disappeared. "Harlan, this is dutch today, okay? I refuse to stick you with the bill," she said.

"No way, Jennifer. I invited you. Besides, I'm not that poor. I have a job you know," I said.

"Uh—yes—I heard," she said. What went left unsaid was the obvious fact that she knew I was working essentially for tips. She knew of course, that I got a couple of grand a month from my military retirement, but keeping a house with all that entailed was expensive and she knew that too; and, I knew she knew it. The extra six grand annual that she'd been paying me per the divorce settlement had been a big help. My income was going to drop from a tough enough 40K to an actually painful thirty 34K. Well what was, was, I guess.

She Was pulling down 6K to 8K monthly depending on her bonuses. I couldn't compete with her economically, and yes it bothered me a little. But, that said, I did like having my free time; that, almost as much as she liked doing battle in the world of business. 

"What?" I said. "It's a good job!" She smiled. 

"Of course. I'm glad for you," she said. 

The rest of lunch was filled with pretty mundane stuff. I kept trying to see down her blouse, and she kept pretending that she didn't notice. I felt like a kid from the wrong side of the tracks on his first date with a decidedly uptown girl.

She slid over next to me on the way back to my house and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I turned to look at her and she planted one squarely on my ruby-red lips and made an effort to spear my tonsils with her tongue; she almost caused an accident. 

"Okay, we'll have to wait till we get to the house since you are clearly a little rusty in your making out while driving skills," she laughed.

I didn't break any speed laws on the way home, but I didn't waste any time either. ******

Once in the house she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I busied myself with fixing us a couple of martinis. Some minutes later she emerged. She was naked except for her high heels.

"See anything more interesting than television?" she said.

I just nodded. Speech for the moment was not possible. "Huh?" I said, finally.

"Get it while the gettin's hot," she said. "I know you need it and I am here for you." I felt uneasy with what she was saying, or more to the point the way she'd said it, but she was right about me needing it. Needing it hell! I was desperate. I'd worry about the niceties and nuances of her linguistics later.

I came to her and took her in my arms. Her being taller than me, especially in her pumps let me rest my face and lips against the softness of her breasts quite naturally. It felt good. It felt like I remembered in the early years. She had me and she knew it.

I hated feeling helpless with this woman, the same woman that had killed my heart. She led me to the couch and pulled my face to hers and kissed me. It was a tender kiss, but one that was also laden with anxiety and wishful thinking on my part. Dueling tongues became the game of the moment. My dick had never been so hard.

"You gotta get naked, Harlan, don't make me do all of the work," she giggled. I stood and I obeyed. Finally undressed, I again joined her on the couch. I began suckling on her breasts. God what wonderful things they were.

For the next half hour we kissed, felt each other up, and then the heavy stuff began. 

She pushed me back and smiled benignly at me; she was taking care of me—my needs. Leaning forward she took my whole five and a half inches into her mouth and sucked and licked me to a state of uncommon ecstasy. I came and she swallowed.

"Needed to get the first one out of the way," she said. "Now, hopefully you can last a little bit while I give myself to you."

"I will do my best;" I said; "you can trust me on that one." She took a drink of her rum and coke, and began kissing me again and fondling my dick. I'd been so long without that she had me up and ready within ten minutes: a record for me. She just smiled. 

I coaxed her onto her knees, back to me, on the couch. I nudged her knees a little farther as I stood behind her and pressed into her. She grunted a little bit, but actually pushed back at me impaling herself. I screwed her slowly at first. She just rested her head on the back of the couch and let me have my way with her. As I neared a climax, she sensed it and started mooing and telling me to go faster and harder, "Harder, much harder," she gasped as I unloaded myself into her. She jerked and grunted again; I was hoping she'd made it."

Her slip back on and my boxers donned, we sipped our drinks and looked at each other. She smiled at me and finished dressing; I was right behind her. She stood and smiled down at me as I finished putting on my shoes.

"Feel better?" she asked. Her look and her tone made me feel like she thought she'd done me a favor or something. It was disconcerting.

"I feel good; it was good," I said. There was that smile again—condescending. 

"I'm glad," she said. "I can do you every once in a while if you need it. I mean we were married, and we did enjoy it in the old days. I know it's tough for a man to do without."

The timing was bad, but I felt I had to say something. "Jennifer?"

"Yes, Harlan? 

"Was this—was this a mercy fuck?" I said. She looked surprised.

"Baby, I just wanted to give you something. I felt I owed you for the way I treated you before. I know you've been—well—without for a while..."

"Wait—wait," I said. "You know I've been going without? How?" She looked down.

"Look, Harlan, I just wanted you to feel good. I wanted to do something for you. I know you needed..."

"Yes, Jennifer, but 'how' did you know? Please, how?" I said.

"Melanie Groves," she said, as if that meant something to me.

"Huh?" I said.

"You told her. I know her from a long time ago," she said.

"And, just who is Melanie Groves," I said. I really had not a clue.

"Harlan, let it drop, okay. It's not important and neither is she. What's important is my taking care of you; I mean even if only occasionally. Okay?" she said.

"Jennifer, I want to know. I mean it," I said.

"She's a prostitute, Harlan. One of the ones you hired for an evening. We used to be friends. She does some porn films and puts out for bucks now and again, okay." She was looking at me with what could only be described as sympathy. If I hadn't been humiliated enough, I certainly was now. I fell back into a nearby chair.

"Fuck!" I said. "Well, I guess I should be grateful for your sympathy and you having the kindness of heart to have mercy on this old ex-husband of yours. Fucking wonderful. Did you get a nice little giggle out of what she told you?

"Jennifer, don't come back, not ever," I said.

"But why, Harlan? There's nothing wrong with me helping you out now and again. I like doing you. I really do. For the record, so did Melanie," she said.

"Just leave me the fuck alone," I said. "O-fucking-kay!"

"Harlan, you're being silly. I'll be in touch." With that she picked up her purse and left.

I sat there stunned, and stewing. So, I am reduced to being a laughing stock, at best an object of sympathy. Well, what the hell, what else was fucking new. ******

Sitting in a bar and crying in one's beer is a less than delightful way to live a life. That said, it is a primo way to think things over. 

So here was Jennifer allowing me, an old flame, an ex-husband, a complete loser the opportunity to get his rocks off—occasionally, and that for free! That there was a downside to that kind of favor does not seem to have occurred to her. My ego was crushed, but my balls were emptied out. My self-esteem, what little I had, was reduced to a vague mist in the ether of the eternal cosmos. Did the woman think me that low? Did she love me? The answer to both questions seemed to be yes.

Still, that Jennifer no longer had any respect for me that was clear; she felt sorry for me. I think too that she still loved me a little and maybe even felt a little bit guilty about what she'd done to me. Questions answered, but now there were other questions, new questions. Should I bite the bullet and accept that I was a loser and take what I could get? Was there a way that I could redeem myself at least in my own eyes if not in Jennifer's or for that matter anyone else's? Yes, bars were good places to ruminate and plan and make choices; and oh yes, drink. ****** "You play very nicely," she said.

"Thanks, that's nice to hear," I said. "Can I get you another one of those?" The woman eyed me warily.

"Sure, why not," she said. I signaled to Richard, who was on duty himself that night, pointed to her wine glass and smiled. He nodded and brought the replacement Chardonnay moments later.

She was tall, maybe five-nine; she was a hard body; and she was Natalie Cummings currently active U.S Army. Why couldn't some of the women that I tended to meet be shorter, I thought. But, what the heck, as Frank Sinatra once sang: "The taller the tree is the sweeter the peach."

"No boyfriend tonight?" I said. Okay, I was fishing.

"Broke up. A couple of weeks now. Thought I'd get out and socialize a little," she said. I smiled again; this was looking good.

We talked for the rest of my break, and when the last set was history, she was still there listening and sipping her wine. I went over to her.

"Hi, again, I guess you must really like jazz," I said. "Any chance a guy like me could hope to have dinner with a looker like you sometime?" I said. She was a looker too. Brown hair, green eyes, bright smile, wide female hips, 34Bs—if I was any judge. Yes she was a looker for sure.

"Are you asking me for a date?" she said. I sighed expecting a turndown. 

"Yeah," I said. "But, I'll understand if..." My insecurity was showing, I knew, but I was helpless to do anything about it.




Hard Luck Harlan Lawton



"The answer is yes," she said, and laughed out loud. "Why so tentative? You're a nice looking man. Of course I'll have dinner with you." She clearly had no problem lying. But, I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. After what Jennifer had done to me, again, I was hoping to get at least a smidgen of my self-esteem reestablished. 

We met at the Huntington; it was Saturday night. The Huntington was a classy little restaurant downtown. The food was good, the wine better, and the company super. My hopes were rising. We danced a little, and I felt the old rhythm coming back into my feet. A little jumpin' and jivin' and I was in the groove again. It felt good, and my partner was good.

We didn't quite close the place, and on the way home she moved in close to me. "You're a very nice guy," she said. "You can ask me out again." I was feeling real good.

At her door she kissed me. Now children, if there ever comes a time, when I, as a man, could relive a moment in time; I pray, I mean I pray, that it will be the moment of that kiss; it was definitely that good. The softness, the emotion, the smell, the taste: I'd never experienced anything like it.

Pulling away, she looked me in the eye, "I'd invite you in, Harlan, but not this first time. But, you can get your hopes up for future opportunities," she said.

"Harlan?"

"Huh?" I said.

"What's your middle name?" she said.

"Andrew," I said.

"Hmm, HAL," she said.

"Hal?" I said.

"Yeah, Harlan Andrew Lawton," she said.

"Oh, yeah, I wasn't thinking," I said. She laughed.

We dated at least once a week over the next month, and I did finally get into her pants on our sixth date. It was great for the first half hour; then we had a visitor, and it was no longer great. ******

"Paul!" she screamed at the newcomer. "What are you doing here?" she said. "Get out!" He snarled.

"Whaddya doing with this twerp," he said. "He" turned out to be Paul Higgins, Natalie's ex-boyfriend.

"I'm fucking him! And why not, he's better than you, and trustworthy—unlike you," she said. He snarled again.

"Get the fuck outta here asshole," he said, moving toward me menacingly. I stood my ground which proved to be a less than brilliant move on my part.

"You get out," I said, "like the lady said."

I guessed him to be maybe six-two and two-thirty. He was young, maybe late twenties. He was clearly in shape, and I knew him to be Army strong—that from conversations with Natalie. Of course I was right up there with him: age fifty, mid-fives tall, 160 as of my latest weigh in, and not entirely a physical disgrace. Yeah, that oughta make the fight about even—not!

I was naked, but oddly, not embarrassed. But, I think he was, and it was making him mad. I never saw the strike coming. It landed square on my jaw. After that I wouldn't be feeling anything until a little later. Evidently he beat the living daylights out of me. 

I thought I could hear Natalie screaming, but there was no comprehension of her words. The paramedics and the cops arrived at roughly the same moment. I was only half conscious, but I remember wondering why there couldn't be a cute nurse or two trying to save me; instead I was being saved by a couple of black guys who seemed to consider my condition more than a little dubious. That was all I remembered, until noon the following day when I finally awoke.

Finally, a pretty nurse. "How are you feeling," she said.

"Not sure," I said. "Am I going to live?"

"Probably, but you'll need to be here for a few more days," she said, smiling. "There's somebody here to see you if you're up to it." I nodded, I figured I knew who it was. I was right.

"Hi, Harlan," said Natalie. "My God you took such a beating. I blame myself, my little man." She had to say that, I thought wistfully. "Paul really isn't a bad man; he just lost it. I hate what he did too you, really." There was something in the way she said this last that bothered me, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Well, that's okay. So long as I get the girl, it was worth it," I said. She looked away, and I had a sinking feeling. I just knew it. I knew it. It was going to happen again. "What's the matter, Nat?" I said.

"Harlan—I'm—I'm getting back with him. I know it seems like a slap in the face to you. But, it isn't really. He and I belong together. If I hadn't caught him—well caught him with another woman—well..."

"Oh—I see," I said. "I guess if it makes you happy..." I started. I was starting cry. Not about her breaking off with me, but because I just couldn't seem to break away from the acute case of loser-itis that seemed to envelop me.

She spent the next hour trying to console me. She was a great gal, but, I guess I knew all along that she was never really going to be my gal.

Natalie visited me once more. It was on the day before I was released. We promised to remain friends and keep in contact. I knew she wouldn't of course, but it was what was necessary to say at that time and place. She kissed me lightly on the lips one last time and left. It was the last I would ever see of my Army girl.

Her boyfriend, I'd heard, had spent a few days in jail, but was released when I didn't press charges. I had intended to, but Natalie had asked me to think about it, and she had been so good to me while we had been together, that I did her a favor. I had rarely been respected as she had respected me; it had meant a lot. ******

"Okay, mister Lawton, but take it easy for a few more days. Nothing was broken, but you have some very severe contusions and that concussion is nothing to sneeze about," the doctor said.

A male nurse wheeled me out to the curb where I'd called a cab to come get me. Richard'd said he would've come, but I waved him off. A cab would be fine. I did intend to rest for a few days, and I didn't want to answer a lot of simplistic questions. A voice behind me and to my right got my attention.

"Waitin' for a cab, big boy?" the voice said. I winced. "I sent him away."

"What are you doing here, Jennifer? Here to gloat or laugh or maybe offer me another mercy fuck," I said. I could feel her frown even though I had not turned around to see her.

"I can't do anything right by you, can I? She said.

"Sure you can. How about leaving me alone," I said. She ignored me.

"You're taking me out for coffee, and we're going to talk. Then, I will drive you home and help you get settled back in. I can see you need a bit of looking after for now. Oh, and don't figure on getting lucky either. One you're not in any shape to do me properly, and two, I'm pissed at you," she said.

"I don't want to have coffee with you, and I can still call a cab, so back off," I said.

"No." With that she wheeled me over to her new car, another Caddy; it looked real nice. She wasn't actually rough, but she wasted no time getting me out of the mandatory wheelchair and into the car. The ride to Denny's was absolutely silent for the first half of the drive.

"You might as well surrender. I need to talk to you, and you need to listen. Don't worry, I promise not to humiliate you, again. And, for what it's worth, I get it now. I never meant to before, but I understand that I did," she said.

I looked at her like she was something out of a bad novel. "Whatever," I said.

Of course I surrendered. Seated at Denny's, she got right to it. "You need to let me come see you from to me to time. We may be divorced, but I still have feelings for you. I can't help it but I do."

"Yeah, like I believe you," I said. "You couldn't stand to have me around when we were married. Hell, I think you were actually ashamed of me." She looked at me like she couldn't believe what she heard. Then, a light seemed to come on in her head. 

"My God! Is that what you think?" she said.

"Come on, Jennifer. We've been over this. We went over it during the divorce," I said.

"No we didn't. You whined about me ignoring and neglecting you, but not that I was ashamed of you," she said. "I never was. I mean never."

"Then why did you abandon me on all of those weekends with Marie. The truth and nothing but, please," I said.

She sighed. "Let me start with a question or two of my own first, okay?" I nodded for her to go ahead.

"It's complicated. But, didn't I treat you good at home?" she said.

"You didn't nag or throw things, but the sex..."

"But we cuddled and kissed some and stuff, and once or twice a week I let you do me, as I recall. Right?" she said.

"Yeah, so what?" I said.

"Okay" She paused. "This is going to be hard." I waited. More of the same old shit I figured was coming. 

"Harlan I thought you were bored with me and the sex we had when we did do it. I figured it was just us getting old and losing interest in stuff—well—sex; that's all," she said.

I snickered but kept my mouth shut for once.

"Harlan, I was having an affair. I'd been having it with a younger man for a long time. Frankly, I needed it. I needed to be—well—fucked and fucked good, and you weren't getting it done," she said.

My face must have betrayed my feelings. "Oh, don't; don't cry for goodness sakes, Harlan, frankly that's been part of our problem. For a man who has seen killing and tragedy and all of that stuff in the war zone, you are such a whiny wimp," she said.

"So, it is true; you were fucking around on me, behind my back. I was nothing but your cuckold," I said, my bitterness showing through. "Well, hell, water under the bridge now, I guess." I paused.

"Harlan..."

"So I'm just a whiny wimp, huh? What happened to, 'I promise not to humiliate you today," I said. She flushed. 

"I'm sorry. I did it again didn't I," she said. The question was rhetorical.

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "Can we go home now? I need to rest. I'm actually under doctor's orders to do just that. And, oh, I promise not to put the make on you. Really, you can trust me." She scowled.

"Almost," she said. "I have a couple of things that I'd planned to say, and I'd more than appreciate it if you would indulge me. Okay?" I was exasperated, but I figured what the hell; what else could she do or say to me that she hadn't already. I was about to learn just how in error was in my thinking.

"Harlan, I love you. You're short, really too short for me to dance with except to the faster stuff. You whine like a little boy all of the time. We don't like the same kind of nightlife. You're into old people's music: jazz and stuff like that; I prefer the modern stuff. You like rye whiskey, I like white wine. You have no serious ambition; you're depending on your 'way to early' military retirement; I'm a go getter in the business world; what kind of man let's his wife make most of the money for chryssakes. And your cock—all five inches of it—you get me off maybe one in twenty times. 

"In short, Harlan, you need to get a grip and learn how to be a man. A man that a woman can look up to and take pride in.

"I cheated to feel like a woman. Harlan, If you don't want me, find yourself a woman who can love you like I do, and treat her like a treasure; make her feel like a woman.

She paused, "Harlan, even after all of the above, I tell you I love you more today than I did the day you went off to war to serve our country. You are a gentle, trusting, sensitive and faithful man." She paused again.

"Well, there," she said, "I've said my piece." She looked at me with wrinkled brow. I could not, for the life of me, decipher what her look was telling me. Nor could I imagine the mindset that had prompted her to unload on me as she had.

"Well, I can see that what you'd planned to tell me, as in fact you just have, was couched in such a way as to spare me even the slightest vestige of humiliation.

"Are you fucking crazy, Jennifer! We are fucking divorced!

"You love me? Excuse the fuck outta me if I find that hard to believe! Now, can we go home! I need to rest, and hopefully die! Okay?" I said. Oddly, I didn't feel bad, well, not as bad as one might think should have been the case after hearing a monologue like the one she'd just delivered.

We drove in utter, thunderous, freezing silence. I was surprised to see that she seemed to be fighting back tears. Well hell, I'd shed enough of them because of her. Excuse the hell outta me if I was a little short on empathy.

She did help me get settled in, in spite of my once again killed ego, and after an uncomfortable half hour she left. I wasn't to see her for a while, a long while. ******

My fiftieth came and went. I'd met a couple of women over the year since my last meeting with Jennifer, and things had seemed to be going my way for once. But, for guy like me, that kind of luck couldn't last; I knew it and I was right.

I was sitting in Richard's and sipping a Corona when someone took the stool right beside me. I looked over and my heart sank. "Hello, Harlan," she said.

"Marie! What are you doing here," I said.

"Talking to you. You got a few?" she said.

I kinda stared, and she took it wrong. "I'm not here to make you feel uncomfortable, Harlan. I just would like to talk to you for a few minutes," she said. "Would that be all right?" I nodded, and we headed for a table against the far wall.

As we settled in, I surveyed the woman. Marie was a still a tight little maid for sure. Five-seven, one-ten, short dark hair, and small breast that gave her a little girl look. She smelled great too.

"Some how are the children?" I said. "Growing, I'd expect."

She smiled. "They are that. Jenna's ten now and Willy's eleven. They're good babies. They miss you. It's been a long time. You really owe it to yourself to come see them sometime. In fact, I'd appreciate it if you would.

I didn't say, yeah so I could babysit for you, that would have been out of line at that moment. "So, what does bring you to this part of town, Marie?" I said.

"I thought you should know; Jennifer's in love. She's found a man. You waited too long, Harlan. She could have be yours, you know, she waited a long time for you to get your head outta your ass," she said. I looked at her wistfully.

"She never loved me, Marie. No, that's wrong. She loved me like one loves a helpless puppy. That won't do for me. I need respect and specialness. She was not ready to let me have those. But, for what it's worth, I still love her. Tell her that, and tell her I wish her every happiness," I said. 

"I will, Harlan. Well, I will let you go. Please, do stop in and see the children soon, okay?"

I nodded and said I would. And I did, a month later. And I was stunned by what I learned.

"Marie, what's the matter," I said, as she ushered me inside. "The children okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, Harlan; they're fine. They're in the back on the computer playing some game or other," she said.

"Marie, come on, what gives? You look like someone whose had some very bad news," I said.

"It is bad news, Harlan. Very bad news." I looked at her and waited.

"It's Mike Longstreet, Harlan. He's very ill. If he doesn't get a kidney transplant soon; he'll be gone," she said. "His own system is poisoning him. I don't know the details, but that's pretty much the long and the short of it."

"Kidney transplant? Mike who?" I said. 

"Yes, both of his kidneys failed. Oh, you don't know do you. Mike is Jennifer's fiancée," she said.

"Wow!" I said. "Jennifer must be a wreck. Let me know if there is anything I can do." I was uncomfortable with Jennifer on two counts. One, she was getting married. Two, the guy she was apparently in love with was in bad shape. I wasn't asshole enough to want to see the guy die, but it was clearly none of my business, or so I thought.

Marie and I talked for a few more minutes before I was reintroduced to my old favorite audience. I played their keyboard for them, we did a couple of sing alongs to some of our old favorites and hugged and got reacquainted with each other. They had grown a lot and Jenna showed signs of becoming a carbon copy of her beautiful mommy. Helluva thing.

As I was leaving Marie's house and giving the children my word that I wouldn't be a stranger, I was stung to the core. 

"So, anyway, Marie, don't forget to give my best to you sister, okay?" I said.

"I will, but unless that new man of hers can't find a blood match things are going to be very bad for her. You know the guy has one of the rarest blood types around?' she said.

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah, I think it's AB-negative, if I have it right. Only about one half of one percent of the population has it. Very rare. 

"Anyway, please come back. The children love you, Harlan," she said.

"I will," I said, rather quietly. She didn't notice. 

I was sick, sick to my stomach. My blood type was AB-negative. I didn't even know if Jennifer knew it, that in spite of our relatively long association and marriage. It's not something that comes up unless someone is ill. The only reason I knew it was because of my stint in the military. I didn't know what Jen's blood type was, so it is likely she didn't know mine. ****** "Michael Longstreet? No he's not here. He's an outpatient. Are you family?" said nurse Joan.

"Yes," I lied. "Any chance of seeing his doctor?"

"Doctor Linz. Yes, she's on duty. Let me see," she said. She headed over to the nurse's station across the annex and made a call. I could see her nodding and looking over at me. I was surprised when a short, maybe five-two woman, of middle age emerged from a doorway ten feet from me. Nurse Joan pointed at me.

"Mr. Lawton?" she said. 

"Yes. I'm here about Mr. Longstreet," I said.

"Come with me," she said. We retreated to the room, office, she'd just emerged from. "How can I help you, Mr. Lawton?" We both took seats and faced each other six feet apart.

"I may be able to help," I said, "I'm AB-negative." She gave me what can only be described as a look of relief.

"Mister Lawton, if that is so, you may indeed be able to help. You may be in a position to save the man's life," she said.

I handed her my military records. They were old, but they had the kinds of info that a doctor like Hilary Linz had to have to make judgments. She looked up at as she closed the folder.

"Clearly, Mr. Longstreet has a guardian angel, Mr. Lawton.

"And you are willing to donate a kidney to him? How long have you known him?" she said.

"It's complicated, doctor, and here's the deal. To answer your first question, yes, I am willing to donate a kidney. The answer to your second question is that I have never met him, and I don't want to—ever," I said.

"Would I be out of line to ask why?" she said. I hesitated.

"His fiancée is my ex-wife. She must never know. If that can be arranged, I am willing to donate my kidney to save the guy." She looked at me and smiled. 

"I see," she said. "Obviously, you and your ex had an amicable divorce. How long ago?"

"Something over three years now," I said. She nodded sagely.

We talked for some minutes and she assured me that she could arrange the anonymous donation.

It was but two weeks later that I went under the knife. It was but two days after that that I was released by Dr. Linz. As I was being wheeled out the front door, she came up to me.

"You'll need some attention, Mr. Lawton. You need to go slow and be careful what you intake in the next little space; you know, as I've mentioned to you before. That said, how's your schedule tonight?" she said.

"Huh?" I said.

"I need to take you out to dinner. I want to talk to you," she said.

I looked at her with a cocked eye. "Dinner? With me?" I said. She smiled.

"Yes, I promise not to talk shop; not too much anyway," she said.

"Okay," I said. For the first time, I saw her as woman and not a medical professional. Could she actually be interested in me. She was a very female type. Not especially runway gorgeous in the face, but all of the parts were assembled in good order. The cab ride home was a time to think.




Hard Luck Harlan Lawton



I wondered at the scene in Mr. Longstreet's room after his surgery which had occurred on the same day as mine. I knew Jen was happy, one of the nurses let me know a little bit of what went on. The man was still out of it at the time, but it was for her, I'd done it, if the truth were known.

"I'd gotten home at abut three, and there were several messages on the phone—from Marie. Essentially, they notified me that Jennifer's man had been saved by some anonymous donor. I smiled; it made me feel good.

It was almost 6:00 when I got a call.

"Harlan? Where have you been? I have been calling you for the past several days," she said.

"Oh, I was out of town," I lied. "I did get your messages. I'm glad Jen's man got the operation. How is Jen doing?"

"She's great. She still can't believe it, but she's great. She cried for two days after the doctor told her—them—the good news," she said.

"Well, I'm happy for her," I said. "Please give her—them—my best." We talked for a couple minutes more. ******

The good Dr. Linz picked me up at 7:00. I could walk okay, just real slow. The fact that I was in generally good shape worked for me.

We headed for the Red Barron. The doctor knew my economic status and insisted on paying and ordering. I submitted. I happened to be broke at that particular moment and McDonald's was about the best I could have done. The hundred bucks or so the Red Barron was going to hit us with was not happening if I'd had to pay.

Drinks in front of us—water—she started. "You did a wonderful thing for that man, Harlan"; she'd taken to calling me by my first name in the days since our initial meeting. "Have you heard how his fiancée, your ex, reacted?" she said.

"A little, her sister called me to let me know how happy she was," I said, minimizing what Marie had told me.

"Happy? Oh, yes, she was happy. She actually fainted in my office and cried non-stop for the entire time she was there after I told her. The relief for the both of them was enormous.

"He was there too, as I say, it was after his dialysis session. He was stunned. He'd actually been prepared to—well—you know. He had all but despaired of finding a match. You can feel real good about him and what you did," she said.

"They don't..." I said.

"No, they don't know. No one does. I saw to that. If they ever find out it will have to be you that tells them," she said.

We talked for some time before the absolutely marvelous prime rib arrived. Talking to her, during dinner, I considered that here was yet another female who was way out of my league; I just couldn't seem to win or get into sync with nature. So one could well imagine my shock—not surprise but shock—when having driven me home, she asked to come in.

I had some herbal tea and she, my doctor, allowed it. We drank talked some more, and flirted. Well, she flirted with me. I hadn't the nerve to reciprocate. We, she really, made a date for us for the following Saturday. We would be spending the day at her house. 

We'd talked and shared and learned a lot about each other that night. She wasn't married, but had been some twenty years earlier. She was forty-eight and looking. She was very straight up about it. This was definitely a no nonsense woman who was used to making decisions, and she seemed to be in a hurry. Well, the truth is, that I was too. A month later we were engaged three months after that we were married and settled into a new home. 

The difference in our incomes was never an issue. She made a half-mil annual I made around 35K. It never came up. She paid the bills, and I played the piano five nights a week at Richard's and kept the house up. I had put my foot down about having a maid, and she'd acquiesced. The sex was good, the mutual emotional support even better, and I fell head over heels in love with this wonderful creature.

My history of hard luck had run its course, and I was finally coming into some of the good stuff. ******

We were at the Hard Hat some few months later, when they came in. Well, you had to know that that was going to happen.

The look on Jennifer's face when she saw us was precious. The two of them came over. "Well, Dr. Linz? Harlan? I'm surprised," she said. "Uh—sorry—Harlan this is Mike. Uh—my husband." It was clear that she was doing her best not to embarrass or humiliate me once again. She was finally getting it.

"Hello, Jen," I said. "How have you been?" I said.

"Really good, Harlan. Mike, this is Harlan my ex-husband; I've told you about him," she said. She looked a little uncomfortable introducing me.

Her husband, Mike, looked unimpressed, if I had it right. He was clearly not thrilled to meet me; I had to wonder why. A big guy, handsome, likely used to having people fawn over him: but those were not reasons to take on an attitude, or so I considered. Still, he was on his good behavior at the moment; he was in the presence of the doctor that had engineered his salvation.

"Nice to meet you," he said, I thought a little insincerely, but I let it go. I was happy and his attitude wasn't going to dampen my spirits. We talked for a minute or two more and Michael led his new wife away to their table.

Alone with my wife again, she smirked. "Remember," she said, "he doesn't know anything. Guys like him always think that they're the cat's meow. The good news is, if I am any judge, that his wife will give him hell when they get home." I laughed.

"Yeah, she probably will," I said.

Dinner done the band struck up some romantic airs and we headed for the crowded dance floor. One thing about being short, one could almost hide behind the larger bodies floating around dancing like we all were. 

It happened that at one point we were within a few feet of Jennifer and her man, and they didn't see us. We were close enough to overhear one of his comments. 

"You were married to a shrimp like that?" he said, and he laughed. Hilary heard, as did I, and she frowned. 

"I'm not letting that go," she said, looking at me. "He's about to learn one of life's most important lessons. Okay?" she was asking my approval. I nodded.

About twenty minutes later, my wife excused herself to the ladies room. She literally followed Jennifer in.

It was a long ten minutes before they emerged. They came to our to our table. I looked from one female to the other. "Harlan, please follow me. You too Dr. Linz, please," she said. I rose to do her bidding. Approaching their table, I thought I saw a scowl that quickly faded as Jennifer pulled us to a stop in front of him and indicated that we should sit. We did. 

"Mike, the Lawtons are coming to a barbecue at our house this weekend. Isn't that wonderful," said Jennifer.

"Huh?" he said. "Jen, I think that this weekend we might be..." he was clearly looking for a way out. I was howling inside, but outwardly remaining passive. My wife, on the other hand, did not try to hide her glee.

"Did you know," she said interrupting him," that Harlan is AB-negative."

"Huh? Hey, I'm AB negative too," he said, finally interested in me as a fellow rare bird.

"And, he's here with Dr. Linz," she said. He looked at her as if trying to process her meaning. Slowly a smidgen of clarity seemed to be seeping into his consciousness. He looked directly at me.

"Harlan, my man, you are going to have the best barbecued steak you ever ate this weekend. You don't even have to bring the drinks," he said.

We all laughed. It turned out to be a really good steak too, just like my new blood brother had promised.



Hard Luck P.I.



With one finger he pushed up the brim of his fedora and eyed the blond bombshell before him. Long blond hair fell across her shoulder and down over her ample breasts. Her chest rose and fell and he couldn't help but notice. She couldn't help but notice either, which seemed to be the reason why more and more cleavage seemed to be showing itself as their conversation continued. Being a hard boiled detective wasn't glamourous but when dames like this came through his door. He tried to concentrate on what she was saying but his hard cock was listening to other things with much more attention. Then she......

"Hey, idiot, wake up. Get that digital camcorder, no the one with the night scope on it. C'mon hurry, I think they're about to do it." Grant sighed as he rummaged around in a black duffel bag at his feet and took out the cam corder and handed it to Roland. Being a Private Investigator, was not the quite the life he had envisioned, but he had wanted to be one for as long as he could remember. As a kid he would watch all the old hard-boiled detectives on tv and movies, and that was what he wanted. So far it was all cheating spouses and finding out who skipped out with Aunt May's will. "Ahh here we go, show time." Roland wheezed and leaned out of the car window some more. 

Across the street in the middle class residential area they had been sitting in since dark, was a brown unassuming house with only one light burning in a back window. Grant picked up the binoculars and focused in on it. He could make out a shape then the shape split into two people, one was a certain Mrs. Garner. She was the reason they were here. The gentleman she was wrapped around was an Anthony Taylor. Obviously not her husband. They embraced again, kissing passionately slowly taking off each others clothes. Grant could hear Roland's breathing getting heavier. This wasn't his first cheating wife he had sat on with him, out of the fifteen or so cases that he worked with the corpulent P.I. over half of them involved watching, and filming, cheating spouses. And every time Roland ran the camera as if he was filming porno. Despite the fact he was creepy, Grant was learning a lot from him. He figured another year and he could hang out his own shingle, as they say.

Resuming his watch on the window, both parties were naked. Mrs. Garner wasn't bad for her age, early fifties and still fit. Her tits were too perky to be real, but when your husband owns as much shit as hers did why succumb to gravity. The light went off.

"C'mon kid, were going in." Grant grabbed the night scope and a digital camera and followed the hulking shadow into the bushes underneath the bedroom window. As much as he hated to admit it, he got a real voyeuristic thrill out of this part. Sneaking around to basically watch people have sex. The thing he didn't understand was how arrogant they his prey was by leaving the curtains open. She knew what was at stake if she was caught, it was almost like she was inviting it. But he remembered what Roland had told him when he first started, and that was never to question the sloppiness of the guilty, just be glad they were. He attached the small green tinted night scope to a small periscope and aimed it at the corner of the window. Then he attached a small digital camera to the other end and turned it on. Roland was already filming. 

It took a moment but he found them on the bed, her young stud kneeling on the bed, 

Mrs. Garner with her ass in the air and bobbing her head. Grant had to wait before taking pictures because all he would get at the moment was a picture of ass. Though it wasn't a bad ass, he need a good face shot. They shifted a couple of times and finally he could see her head, Anthony's thick cock firmly in her mouth. His cock slid in and out her cheeks puffing out each time as he leaned over and played with her pussy. After a moment she began wiggling her ass and breathing hard. She disengaged from him and pushed him to the bed. Clicking away with the camera Grant had to say even he was impressed with the size of his member, but then again how many women takes lovers because they have tiny wieners. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of, not that he had done much with it lately. The closest he got to any action was usually taking pictures of others doing it outside bedroom windows or dark parks. 

Back inside Mrs. Garner had impaled herself and was riding him up and down, slowly and carefully. His hips began to buck but she placed a hand on his stomach, and he slowed down. They did this a few times before he couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her ass, a cheek in each large hand, and slammed her down and began fucking her in earnest. They could hear her laugh and squeal while he thrust hard in fast inside her. He flipped her over and Grant got some good face shots and wondered just how their client would take seeing the pure joy on his wife's face as she was screwing the hell out of some guy fifteen years his junior. That wasn't his concern he supposed. Adjusting his position and his erection he waited as Anthony lay on top of her with her legs in the air bouncing to the rhythm of his pounding pelvis. Her moans and screams became louder and higher in pitch when suddenly the entire bed shook as she crashed into a shuddering orgasm. Almost on cue her man grunted and pulled out. Grant didn't worry about taking pictures, he wasn't so concerned about ‘money shots', though guy did have one hell of a load. She would definitely need a large towel. Roland would have done a close up on that for sure, so he left him too it. 

Roland looked over at Grant and jerked his head. It was time to go. They quietly jogged to the car and slid in. Just before Roland turned the key in the ignition, two shots split the quiet street. Grant actually saw the muzzle flashes in the bedroom window. Roland was out of the car, moving his bulk quicker than Grant had ever seen. "Call the police." he barked back at his apprentice. Grant already had his phone out and was following close behind. Roland rounded on him, "Cover the front." Pulling a .45 from under his shoulder with one hand and cell phone in the other he went in the inky darkness of a large tree near the front step. He was nervous, he had a gun and was a straight shot at the gun range, but his hands shook as he pointed it at the front door. He prayed that he wouldn't have to use it. It seemed like an eternity of inactivity before he heard the sound of cars coming up from behind. He was so focused (and scared if he was asked to admit it) that it took him a minute before he registered the hand on his. Detective Halloran's hand gently urged his gun down as police officers and homicide detectives surrounded the house. Grant stayed put but kept his gun ready as he watched the female detective station herself in front of the door and nod to the other officers.

The rest seemed like a blur, when no answer came to their summons they broke down the door. Grant did the best to just stay out of the way, it wasn't until they brought Roland out from the backyard, holding his head, that he seemed to be able to act. After a few minutes the house was called clear, corded off, and the social center of the neighborhood as the whole block was out in housecoats and slippers. The weird part didn't start until just after a medic had declared the bump on Roland's head okay.

"I tell you, my head is fine." he grumbled. The paramedic, tired of being barked at just tossed an ice pack at him.

"One more time, they never left the bedroom." Detective Halloran asked again.

"No, she had just been hosed down. We went straight for the car. Then heard the shots." Roland said in his usual testy manner.

"Then once you got to the car, you heard the shots?" She looked at Grant, who was doing his best not to stare at her pale green eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes. Why are you asking so goddamn much. What's so damned important?" Roland interrupted. Without hesitation she pushed Grant towards the house. 

"C'mon, I'll show you." They followed her brisk walk, Grant stumbling on the curb because he was paying more attention to her rear than his feet. She led them back into the house through the backyard. They backdoor was nearest the bedroom. They waded through police and criminologists into a very crowded room. In the middle was the bed with a decent size bloodstain, another one was at the foot of the bed. After seeing so much blood on tv and movies it was almost too easy to believe it wasn't real.

"So. Okay. The scene of the crime." Roland plopped the ice pack back on his head.

"Shut up and pay attention. Did you see us take any bodies out?" She fired back at him.

"I was busy getting my head looked at, I wasn't paying attention."

"No," Grant said slowly, the realization dawning on him, "You haven't. Where are the bodies?"

"Good question, boy wonder," she cracked wryly, "I was hoping you would know. The only people here, live or dead, when we arrived were you two. And he," she jerked a thumb at Roland, "was passed out in the bushes. So I ask again, where are the damned bodies?" All Grant could do was stare at her. "Yeah. Listen go get your statements taken and then go home. I'll probably have more questions later on so stay near your phones." She turned on her heel and began talking a crime scene investigator. Grant noticed her picking up a matchbook off the night stand. 

They went back out and gave their statements to an officer, then got back into car. Grant noticed that a lot of their equipment was gone. "Needed it for the investigation she said," Roland answered his glance. "Guess the husband doesn't need us to tell him what I'm sure he's finding out right now in some room at the police station."

"Think they called him in this quick?" Grant asked as he buckled.

"Positive. Not only is Mr. William Garner, big muckidy-muck that he is, being informed that his wife is missing and presumed dead; but I'll bet my left nut that Halloran is hauling her sweet ass back there to question the shit out of him."

"Because he's the number one suspect." Grant finished for him.

"Glad to see you're paying attention. Here is your place. Listen, get some rest. I'll call you sometime tomorrow." Grant said his good night and looked forward to sleep, he doubted it would come soon, but it was something to look forward to anyway. 


He collapsed on the bed fully clothed and in the dark but his mind was racing far too much for him do get sleep soon. So he dressed down to his boxers in the dark and groped his way for a lamp. With the light he found his way to the bathroom and splashed a little warm water on his face. It was the one thing that seemed to put him a little at ease. He straightened up and took a long hard look at himself. Tonight had shaken him more than he would admit to anybody, and for the first time he had real doubts about his chosen profession. He figured that things like this could happen but there was no real way to prepare yourself for it. Looking hard in the mirror his mind began to wander and he examined his body. Tall, nice muscle tone, short brown hair, deep brown eyes, full lips. He had been accused of having ‘Ohio farm boy good looks', even though he had never been to Ohio, or a farm for that matter. His mind wandered over to Detective Patrice Halloran. She was fairly tall, not much shorter than his 6'0, short blond hair. She always wore unrevealing slacks but he could tell there was a tight ass in there and her blouse was always just tight enough to inform him that under the brown jacket she seemed never without, was an impressive pair of breasts. Her lips were full and....he looked down at his erection and sighed. He had dealt with Halloran on a few cases with Roland, she was always trying to flash the hard-as-nails routine at him, but he still would love to make a pass at her. But she did have a gun. Best not too. He looked at his erection again and sighed. "Shit, there is always imagination." He grabbed it and led it to the bedroom.He lay back down on the bed, naked now stroking his hard shaft. His tight grip against the soft skin was beginning to send sensations up and down his cock. He imagined his lovely detective undressing before him, her beautiful breasts, wonderful hips, sensual lips. He began jerking it harder and faster his other hand cupping his balls. She was on top of him.....Mr. Garner couldn't be a suspect. 

"Shit!" He exclaimed. He let go of himself and sat up. Even while rubbing one out he couldn't stop thinking about it. This was ludicrous. But the fact remained that William Garner didn't know where his wife was. They had never informed him of her whereabouts. In fact they didn't even know about it until they followed Anthony to the house earlier that evening and later saw her enter. This is something he really ought to tell Halloran. Getting dressed he carefully put his still semi-erect bishop in his pants. He was out the door and racing off in his little piece of shit car. 

It only took his a few minutes to get there, traffic at this early hour was almost non-existence. When he arrived at the scene he parked behind a dark van and walked up to the police line. After a moment arguing with a short balding officer, Halloran saw him and waved him through.

"Please tell me you thought of something." She asked him violently flipping through he pocket notebook.

"Yeah, well I was....anyway I don't think that Garner killed his wife." Halloran looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Go on." She put her notebook back in her pocket.

"Well, he never knew the address to the house. As far as I know we were the only investigators he hired and we didn't tell him that we found the lover or followed him here." He looked at her expectantly.

"You are sure Roland didn't call him at any time?" 

"Positive. I was stuck in his cigar-stench car with him all day." She looked at him for a moment.

"Okay. Well unless he hired another set of investigators that might take a little of the heat off of him. But that still doesn't give us suspects or where the bodies might be. Hell for all we know they could still be walking around." She turned to leave then turned to him again. "Thanks, I appreciate it. Next time call." She dug a card out of her jacket pocket and a book of matches came out with it but she caught it in mid-air and put it back in her pocket. She handed him the card.

"Thanks." he accepted it and watched her start barking orders to the myriad of police officers milling around. He turned and trudged back to his car only to find it stuck between the dark van and a large SUV. There was no way to get it out, they were both too close. Swearing liberally, he looked around for any potential SUV drivers. Halloran came up from behind nearly scaring him to death.

"Now what?" He just pointed at his car. "I think you are a brave man for driving that in public."

"Thanks, but how am I supposed to get it out?"

She pondered for a moment. "You live near downtown, right?" he nodded. "C'mon I'll give you a ride. I'm heading that direction." He followed her to her police issue unmarked Chevy. They drove in silence, Grant trying hard not to try and snatch glimpses at her as he felt slightly guilty at his attempted masturbation fantasy of her. The silence was broken by her cell phone. The conversation, from her side anyway, consisted of yeses and no's until. "That's not where he was supposed.......okay...I'll...." she looked over at Grant for a moment then said, "I'll be right there." She put the phone back in her pocket.

"Well, it must be you're lucky night. We need to make a short detour." She made sharp right and sped off to the wharf. 

"Did you find out something?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah, we've been keeping an eye on Mrs. Garner's lawyer. At about 1:30 he suddenly jumped into his car and sped off. He just stopped at some old warehouse her husband owns. We're going to see what he's up too." Grant was a little excited at first because it almost felt like he was doing some sort of real detective work. But then a small voice asked why the police watching her lawyer when no one but Roland and himself knew what was going on. Surely the police wouldn't have thought to put a tail on him this quick. It had been only been about an hour and a half since the shots were fired. He shoved the thought back as they slowly approached back alley warehouse with a Bentley parked in front of it next to a beat-to-shit old Dodge van.

They stopped, and Halloran killed the engine. They sat there for a moment in the dark and watched. Then she grabbed a flashlight from under the seat and opened her door. "You stay here." 

"Wait," he protested. "I'll go with, I can check the other side." She examined him for a moment then sighed.

"You got a gun?" He took it out of jacket pocket. She nodded. He threw his jacket in the car and they approached the building. The windows were blacked out but it seemed as if there might be a light on inside. "Okay, take the right side. See if you can see anything, we'll meet in the back." He nodded and disappeared into the darkness. All the windows on his side were pitch black, he couldn't see a thing, but he could hear the muffle of voices. Not enough to make out what was said, but people were definitely in there. Quietly he made his way to the back side to meet up with the detective. He turned the corner of the building only to come face first into the muzzle of a large caliber revolver.

"Hi, asshole." a gruff voice said. Before the adrenaline even had a chance to hit a hand had grabbed his collar and was dragging him into the building. The light hurt his eyes at first but he could see that Detective Halloran was being generously patted down at gunpoint. His own gun was taken. From what he could tell there were three men in dark jackets and one in a hastily put-on suit. The whole place was dusty and empty except a number of old wooden chairs and a couple of old worktables. 

The older of the three took Halloran's badge, gun, and jacket. He put it on one of the tables next to his gun. They patted him down more briskly then shoved him in the nearest chair. The thin twitchy one in a black jacket suddenly piped up, "Hey, if she's a cop, then this is getting bad."

The last one in the black jacket, shaved head and deep voice told him to shut the fuck up and tie her up. Halloran, silently and begrudgingly let herself be tied to a chair. As soon as she was secure the lawyer piped up in a high tense voice.

"What the hell is going on here. Where is Eva?" When no one answered he tried again. "Eva Garner. You know, wife of William Garner, one of the most powerful men in the city?" 

Finally the older one spun around.

"You better shut your mouth before you implicate yourself. That one is a cop." he indicated Halloran.

"I want to know what you are doing here?" the lawyer stomped his foot.

"We are here to meet you." the squeaky one answered. "You see there was a change of plan and we made sure you didn't know about it."

"Shut up," baldy said again.

"Change of plan?" The lawyer looked very scared.

"Yeah." baldy said, "you are going to make the pick up like you planned. But the old lady doesn't know you weren't informed that the drop-off spot changed. So the four of us are going for a little drive." He seemed to enjoy the mounting fear in the little lawyer's eyes.

"Wh...who are you?" 

"Let's say we supplied the old lady with certain items. And then saw a better opportunity at her sake. Now move it." He pointed his gun lazily at him. The lawyer scurried towards the door.

"What about us?" Halloran asked, the first time she spoke since they entered. The older one pointed his gun at her.

"We'll be back for you." Then they all left.

"Amateurs." Halloran muttered. As soon as they heard the both the Bentley and the van drive off Grant heard another car, that didn't sound like Halloran's drive off. She seemed to relax a little.




Hard Luck P.I.



"So how are we going to get out of here?" Grant asked trying to let his voice shake.

"Well," she seemed to be struggling with something behind her, "the dumbshits spent so much time groping my tits and ass they missed my pocket knife. I was working at the ropes while they were gabbing. I was hoping to get free before they left." Suddenly her hands were free, she unwound the ropes around her chest and then her feet. "Luckily we had back up." 

"Back up? Who?" Grant asked, that must have been the other car.

"Don't worry about it." 

"Okay, great. Me next." Grant struggled through with his ropes. She just looked at him, an indecipherable grin spreading across her face. "Um..." he said moments before looking in her eyes and understanding her smile. He had seen lioness on television looking at gazelle just before taking one down and devouring it. He realized that he was sitting here tied to a chair, a gazelle, tied to a chair. About to be devoured, he did the only thing he could; suppress a whimper and stop fighting his growing erection. 

She folded her knife and put it in her back pocket. One foot in front of the other she stepped towards him, the hunger in her eyes more intense each step. "You know, Grant, I have a confession to make. I have this fantasy," she was right in front of him, looking down, "about finding some handsome stud tied to a chair." Leaning down he could feel her heat, her breath on his face. "And finding him in such a position," her index finger slowly went down his chest, "I can't help but leave him there. Wanting," the finger was on his crotch, her lips next to his ear, whispering, each word making his heart beat so hard he thought he could have a heart attack, "to take complete and utter advantage of him." The tip of her tongue snaked out and traced his ear. She took the lobe and sucked on it. Grant breathing was labored and the ropes seemed to be tighter than before, his zipper felt like it was about to burst open. "Would you like me to take advantage of you?" She whispered to his neck, her breath tickling the minute hairs.

"Y...yes," he managed to croak. "What about...."

"We've got the time," her voice was silk. He gulped in agreement. Her warm wet lips kissed and sucked at his neck. Hard sharp teeth nibbled at the skin while one hand ran through his hair the other felt at his muscular chest and stomach. Involuntary noises came from the back of his throat and he could feel her smile. Sitting up she forced his head to face the other direction and worked on the other side of his neck. He was hot, burning up; his pants felt like they were more constricting than the ropes. By now she was sitting on his lap, long legs wrapped around the chair. 

Just as he was getting lost in her licks and nibbles on his neck she grabbed his face and make him look at her. Her crimson lips were the most inviting things in the world to him and the ‘eat you alive' look in her eyes only excited him more. Their lips met, hers were hot and they seemed to melt with his soft ones. Their tongues met and clashed until the settled into the exploration of each other's mouth. She tasted both sweet and bitter at the same time and her scent was a cloying perfume mixed with sweet sweat. The combination of her tastes, touch, and scents was intoxicating. He sucked at her lip as she pulled away for air then she went in again, this time he met her with the same vigor. She bit his lip and when he snaked her tongue in her mouth she pulled away sucking on it. That was almost too much for him and they both felt his cock leap in this straining jeans.

"Oh really," she arched a sexy eyebrow at him. "He seems to be active." The feeling of her rotating her hips on his lap seemed to make him harder, but he wasn't sure that was even possible. Disengaging from his lap, she hunkered down in front of him and traced the outline of his member through the fabric, then rubbed it up and down. "Quite the piece you have here." She purred.

"You should let him out. I think he likes you." He was surprised by his own voice, having never been to comfortable with any sort of dirty talk. That devouring look was back in her eye and he was never so glad to see it as now. She bent down and took the shaft in her mouth. He could feel the hot breath and solid teeth as she played with it. When she got to the head and gave it a playful bite, he was sure one more would have him cumming in his pants. Sensing the slight panic, she moved the ropes so she could carefully unzip his fly. Slowly his button came undone and soon his pants were at his bound ankles. She ran her warm soft hand across his large sac and up the large vertical shaft. Grabbing from the bottom she began to massage it, up and down, the solid member throbbed with life. In her hand it seemed to have a life of it's own, she felt a sense of power, as if she held his soul in her hand. Grant had his head back moaning softly at her deft touch. Then she stopped. His head snapped up immediately. 

She took a step back unbuttoning her blouse, each button coming undone with excruciating slowness. As each one release he saw more and more of her skin, cleavage, black bra, firm stomach; then it was gone. With calculate care she undid her bra, held it in place as the straps fell around her. Then it fell to the ground as well and he had to remember to breath. Her breasts were firm, soft, round. Her nipples were large and erect. His imagination was amazingly accurate to the real thing, he was pleased to note. She cupped them, teased her nipples just to watch him squirm. He had barely noticed that her pants were coming off and couldn't even tell you the type of panties she was wearing because between her fabulous chest and the beautiful wonder that she at last revealed they seemed rather inconsequential. She was shaved, her long legs seeming to accentuate every curve that led up her entire body. It was at this point he actively struggled against the ropes. He wanted....no Needed to touch her. To feel her smooth flesh under his fingertips.

Watching him struggle seemed to excite her more. She walked towards as if she was a big cat and he was a slow bird. She leaned down again, this time without her hands, she took him into her mouth. He drew in breath sharply as her lips, warm wet mouth, the texture of her tongue were the entire of existence. The rest of the world grew black and fuzzy at the edges. Her mouth went up and then came down, her tongue swivelled and rubbed against the large soft head of his cock. She came off and licked from bottom to top, her long tongue seeming to touch every nerve on the way up. Nibbling gently on the head before going back down again, this time with one hand massaging his large balls. She sucked on his cock some more before coming off of it with a loud pop. She stood, one hand cupping a breast the other tracing around her pussy, a finger occasionally disappearing into the pink folds.

"Let me go please," he whimpered. Her cat grin was back.

"Maybe." Was all she said before leaning forward, her breasts falling into his face. Instantly he kissed at them, licked them; the soft hot skin like silk on his lips. The faint salty sting of sweat on his tongue. She helped guide a nipple in his mouth. He grabbed it with his teeth, biting down softly, rolling it back and forth. This time it was her turn to draw in a quick breath. He took it in his mouth, the texture of his tongue swirling around it and the areola was wonderful. She took a handful of his hair and pulled it back. He gave her breast up reluctantly only to be rewarded with the other one. He as he loved her other breast, was vaguely aware of his wrists hurting, apparently the whole time he was still trying to free himself of the ropes and his wrists were chafing. Again she pulled away, gave his cock a few meaningful strokes and then turned on her heel. She sauntered to her pile of clothes and bent at the waist giving him the most exquisite view of that beautiful round ass and delicious peek at her lips. She stood back up with her knife in her hand.

"Would you like me to untie you?" She purred, her face flush, her musky scent driving him wild. All he could do was nod. She sliced through the ropes at his ankles then straddled him bending over his right shoulder to free his hands. He kissed and nibbled at her side and hip. It took a moment before he realized he was free because she stayed there letting him love her flesh. When she stood up his hand immediately when for her hips and slowly slid up. Her soft, smooth skin felt like what heaven was meant to be. When he was up to her sides he could feel tiny flutters under his fingertips as he aroused the nerves. His hands made it to the gently slope just under her breasts when he slid them around to her back and pulled her down onto him. He made sure she didn't sit on his cock. She laughed at his sudden boldness. He was driven by impulse and animalism at this point. She could sense it, feeling his thick cock resting in the crack of her ass, she leaned back against his hands. He let her down enough for him to kiss and suck at her stomach, lick up between breast. Again he took each one in his mouth only to let it go and trace his way back down. When he got his first good whiff of her sex he knew that nothing would satisfy him but one thing.

With one hand firmly behind her back and the other under her ass, he stood up. She whooped in surprise and grabbed his neck with both hands. He took her to the wooden table just beyond the pile of clothes and lay her down gently. Her legs opened wide without prevarication. And then he was on his knees as if praying at her alter, her musk intoxicating and making his mouth water. He leaned in absorbing it all, the scents and the sights. Her gorgeous slit open exposing the pink lips and large hood that hid her glorious button. As soon as she could feel his searing breath on her she anticipated what was to come. But even as his lips touched hers she still breathed in sharp surprise of the soft sensual feeling. His mouth seemed to engulf her, sucking at her. Her clit, lips, everything came to immediate attention. Unable to tell or care whether it was his mouth that made her wet or what his mouth was about to do. This tip of this tongue probed and dared her clit to come out. He sucked at it and the sensations shot through her entire body, she moaned without realizing it. Next his tongue was traveling down exciting everything, getting in between the folds and exploring the opening that wait for him. But back up he went, sucking at her lips, licking at her clit, all the soft tenders parts in between. Soon she was lost in the sensations of him making love to her with his mouth. 

It wasn't until he slid a moist finger in her that she realized that he had more in store. He sucked at her clit some more as his expertly found what he was looking for inside her. The firm mound of nerves that lay therein he began to massage with his fingertip. Her hips began to move, she moaned and bit at her bottom lip. His other hand had slip up to her breast and kneaded it gently. The feelings were amazing. If he kept this up she was going to cum soon. And hard. He slipped a second finger inside her and licked more between her fold.

"Ohhhh, I really need you inside me." she said almost frantically. Slowly he drew his fingers out, she jerked when he gave her clit a last lick. They were both panting and flush. He took his shirt off to reveal his muscular torso. She grabbed his cock in both hands, and guided it home. When he entered her they both cried out. She grabbed his ass and helped set the pace. Inside her was velvet bliss, every contour and bit of her pussy seemed to find and excite him more. As he began to try and go deeper and deeper she felt more and more of him hit everything, and everything was causing miniature explosions of pleasure. Harder and harder they hit against each other, deeper and deeper they tried to get until they were simply one moving entity. His labored breathing and moans mingled with her own moans and small cries. Passion, its sounds and scents filled the air.

The exquisite pleasure suddenly was upon them, Grant felt liquid silver in his veins as his orgasm rushed to the threshold. Then suddenly a velvet explosion engulfed her, she shuddered and bucked as her orgasm mercilessly took her over. As soon as she screamed out and tightened around him Grant couldn't hold back and his orgasm slammed into him. He came in what seemed record amounts as the sensations of their climax was all there was in the world. After what seemed and eternity it finally abated and they stared at each other, panting.

"Holy shit," she breathed. He just nodded his head and slowly drew himself out of her. He was still fairly hard. She propped herself on her elbows then sat up straight and drew him to her. They shared a deep soul kiss. She whispered something softly that sounded like an apology they gently pushed him back. 

"Look," she nodded to something just over his shoulder, he turned to look then it all went black.

When he woke up his head felt like it had been on the bad end of a freight train. Once the cobwebs cleared a bit pieces memory came back to him. He was pleased to see that he was dressed again, though it was a sloppy job. His gun was gone and as he emerged from the deserted warehouse there was a faint ribbon of light on the horizon. He wasn't sure how long he was out, but of course his sense of time was interrupted by not only lack of consciousness but the most amazing sex he ever had. Groggily he walked into the dawn trying to figure out which way was home and what hell happened. 

After a little bit he managed to get a cab to his apartment. His answering machine was blinking at him. He almost didn't care but now that his mind was fairly clear it was still jumbled up with his night's adventures. He watched the light blink for a moment then pressed the button. After the beep, the voice was almost unrecognizable. He stopped it and played it again, this time recognizing Roland's voice. 

"Hey kid, something's come up. I'm going to be out of town for a couple days, I'll let you know when I'm back. There is some old lady case on my desk, you can have it if you want. Looks open and shut. Don't worry about Garner, it's been taken care of. I...uh....guess I'll call you when I get back." Click. That was it. He turned away from it with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was the same feeling he was getting on the way home whenever he thought about the fact that Halloran was the person who knocked him out. There was something wrong and he wasn't sure what. His head was spinning too much, possibly concussed. As much as he wanted sleep, he wasn't sure if it was a good idea. But if he didn't wake up it might almost be a relief. He knew he shouldn't mess with a possible concussion, but at this point he wasn't sure he cared.

He decided a shower would be a good idea, then some sleep. He undressed, crumpled his clothes and threw them in a corner of the bathroom and started the water. Once the hot water started pounding him he felt a little better, like some of this crazy night was rinsing off of him. He took the soap and lathered it before running it up his muscular legs. He liberally washed off his crotch and penis. Up his abs and pecs and over his arms. After he finished and rinsed he just stayed under the water for awhile letting the room fill with steam. Once out and toweled off he probed the back of his head. It was a little tender but he didn't think there was anything serious. He was tired now and decided to risk it. Flinging his towel back into the bathroom he fell naked on the bed and immediately fell to a dreamless sleep.

He woke up a few hours later. Muted light filtered in through the curtains. The clock said it was only seven in the morning. He hadn't gotten much sleep but he did feel rested despite it. Stretching he wandered into the kitchen, still naked, opened the fridge. He took a long drink from the orange juice carton and then replaced it. The kitchen, like the rest of his apartment was old and small. The tile counter was cracked it a few places, the sink was permanently marked and the appliances were about two decades older than he was. The plaster walls of the living room and bedroom hadn't been repainted since the last presidential administration but the hardwood floors were still in surprisingly good shape. His furniture was all thrift store bargains, in seventies orange and eighties browns, the newest thing he had were a few music posters and his laptop. But it was home, at least for now.

He wander back into the bedroom, sleepily musing on the sticky sweet bite of the OJ. He sat on the edge of the bed ran his hands through his hair. "What do we know?" he said out loud. He ran through the facts, as he knew them, in his mind. First we watched Anthony Taylor go to house in the suburbs. Then Eva Garner arrived. At about ten-thirty they did the deed. About twenty to twenty-five minutes later they finished. Less than two minutes shots were fired. Another two minutes I was in front of the house and Roland went to the back.

At this point he began to really scour his memory for details. He knew he was pretty shook up from the gunshots and the potential of confronting the person who fired them, but did he see anything unusual? No, he determined. Nor did he hear anything. He didn't hear anything, not Roland being knocked out, not bodies being dragged out, nothing. So....shit, what? Whoever took those bodies had to be quick and strong. More than one person, it had to be. To get the bodies out in the few minutes that it took the police to show up. And they had to be dead, there was too much blood other wise. I really need to get back to the crime scene, take a clearer look at it, he mused, which led him to the uncomfortable thought of Detective Halloran. He ran through the events at the warehouse, the nervous lawyer, talks of drop-offs, the mysterious car that suddenly drove off, and then....well. He quickly glossed over his romp with the detective, though his cock seemed to liven up a bit at the thought. Again and again he ran over the moment just before everything went black. She whispered that she was sorry then drew his attention else where. There was little doubt, she did it, the biggest question was why. Police detectives don't go around putting people's lights out. The only answer that made any sense was that she was in on this somehow. But why? Every damned question leads to another, he shook his head. The more he woke up the more he noticed a dull throb of a headache.

He dressed, took an aspirin, and made a decision. He should go back to the office and see if Roland had left anything at all that might lead to some answers. He supposed if there were Roland would have already done something about it. Where the hell did he run off too anyway? After all the shit he's gone through, the least that fat bastard could do was be around. Swallowing his frustration, Grant decided that the only place he would get any headway was to go see William Garner. There was some fishy things going on. He had to find out what this ‘drop-off' was. It was probably the crux of the whole deal and once he figured out what the payment was and what it was for, then he'd be half-way there. He hoped. Talking to the police about anything seemed like a bad idea at this point, at least until things clear up some.

He didn't know where the Garner's lived but he did know, through Roland, that Garner kept an office east of here. It was the best place to start. He might not go into the office today, given what happened to his wife and all, but it was the only start he had. He descended the stairs from his apartment and entered the cool morning. He started walking east and after a block or so he turned to look over his shoulder for no reason other than he felt the need to. Two uniformed cops were entering his building and another squad car and parked in front of it. It didn't sit right with him, he had a really quiet building. He had thought about going to get his car first, with the appearance of the police at his house he wasn't comfortable with the idea.




Hard Luck P.I.



Less than an hour later he found himself in an old district of town, full of ill kept office buildings and parking lots. On the corner he saw reddish-brown brick building. It had no windows and the parking lot was small and slowly turning from asphalt to gravel. It was the address he had for Garner's office, but by the looks of it he didn't believe it. He was ready to wait for any activity through the morning, but a small compact car pulled in and parked in a far spot. He was almost knocked down when he saw who emerged. It was a mousy brunette in a knee-length skirt. Her short jacket still didn't hide her shape. It was someone he hadn't seen in years and the last person he expected to see here. She was at the door with the key in the lock when he called out to her.

"Leaha?" Grant stepped out. The mousy brunette stopped and turned, she recognized him immediately.

"Grant? Jesus, is that you?" She left the key in the lock and walked over towards him. "What are you doing here?" They met in the middle of the parking lot and hugged.

"I came here to see Mr. Garner. I guess I'm early. What are you doing here?" He hadn't seen Leaha in few years. Not since college. They were together for about six months before she transferred to another university. It was the most physically intense relationship he ever had. He was sad to see her go but on later reflection it was pretty much a sex and convenience type of relationship. Though seeing her made him remember why he was attracted to her. The intervening couple of years were kind to her, her smile still radiant and her curves still accentuated. Her eyes, which always seemed to sparkle, seemed a little wiser now. He vaguely wondered what life had been like to her.

"I work here. I'm his ‘office manager'. That's a nice way of saying secretary. He probably won't be in for another half an hour. Come on in." They walked back to the door, she finished unlocking it then walked briskly to a key pad a some distance in the dark office. After she hit a series of buttons she turned on a lamp then to a bank of light switches by the door. She began to busy herself with opening the office, turning on a coffee maker in the far corner, booting up her computer on her large oval desk and the like while they talked.

"So when did you come back here? I thought you were determined to get your paralegal degree and see the world." Grant asked her. He watched her as she worked. Half of his mind was admiring her as it always did the other wondered why a super rich guy like Garner kept such a crappy little place for an office.

"I was all ready to get my degree but then halfway through the last semester I quit. I've given a lot of excuses why but truth is I just burnt out. I realized I really didn't care that much and so I quit. I wound up coming back here about a year ago and started working for Mr. Garner. What are you up to? Still playing detective?" She gave him a coy look.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Well, it was what you wanted to do and," her voice dropped a little, "you name has been mentioned here a few times in the last couple of days."

"Oh." was all he could think to say.

Leaha sat at her computer and began going through the memo messages that sat in front of it. He noticed one had caught her eye, she looked at the clock on her desk and then threw it in the trash. "I only met his Mrs. a few times. She didn't come to this office a lot."

"Why does he have this office," Grant asked looking around, "I mean this looks like it used to be some rinky-dink lawyers office. He could have an entire floor of offices in some sky scraper downtown."

"He does actually, but he does a lot of his private and important business out of this office. The more public stuff he does downtown. He likes the privacy, I guess. Listen it was really good to see you but...." they both heard a car park in the lot outside. Leaha checked to clock again then said almost frantically, "You really shouldn't be here. That's him and he doesn't want you here. You need to....listen, hide under my desk."

"What?" he wasn't sure he had heard any of it right.

"Just do it." She whispered harshly moved out of the way. He had no reason not to trust her so he scrambled around the desk and ducked under it just as he heard the door open. "Good morning Mr. Garner." She said cheerily and moved back into place. As big as the desk looked from the outside, Grant was amazed at how much room was underneath. He had more room to maneuver that he expected. Of course he was still puzzled why he was down here in the first place.

"Did you see the notes I left you," he heard Garner's deep voice ask. Without waiting for a reply he continued, "I might be in and out a lot. I have someone coming by in just a few minutes. Just let them through. When they get here I won't want to be disturbed." Grant barely breathed during this exchange. It was when Garner swept into his office that Grant dared even look up. When he did he was surprised. Other than Leaha legs and skirt he got a great shot of under her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. Grant quickly looked down but then couldn't help but look up again. He had to admit it was a nice sight, and some time since he had seen it.

She looked under the desk and whispered, "Just hold on," and took the memo she had thrown away a minute ago and handed it to him. She looked at him again and then turned slightly red and adjusted her skirt so he didn't have such and easy shot of her crotch. He just smiled up at her and looked at the piece of paper she handed him. It was written in a fast scrawl he guessed to be her bosses. He immediately recognized his name. ‘If Grant Willows comes to or calls the office the police are to be notified at once.' was all it said.

"What is this?" he whispered up at her. What the hell had he done to this guy. He was trying to catch his wife cheating and all he had gotten for it was laid then knocked out. Now the cops are after him. What the fuck?

"I don't know, I just now saw it. Wait until his appointment comes in. He'll be preoccupied and you can leave." Her leg moved and again he got a great shot of her nice pussy.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked trying not to seem to obvious about where his attention lie.

"I can't imagine you doing anything that the police would want you. I've worked here long enough to know that not all his business is completely legitimate." They both heard a noise from the inner office. "Just chill," she said looking behind her at the inner office door then back down at him. She caught him looking up her skirt again and grinned. "If you're down there, make yourself useful." It was a bit of a private joke between them, whenever he was near her crotch she would say they and it usually always let to oral sex. Even though sex was the last thing on his mind, looking at her crotch and hearing her say that made him want to stay a little busy while he was down there. He heard another noise then Garner came out again.

"Ah good the coffee is made." he said and began to pour himself a cup. "Those files I gave you last night, if you could make sure they are taken care of and sent downtown by this afternoon, I would appreciate it. And once I'm done with this meeting I might be in and out a lot." Grant had to shift his weight a little and accidentally brushed against Leaha's leg. When he did she spread her legs wide. Grant looked up and blinked. She hadn't done that on accident. He reached up to tentatively touch her knee.

"No problem, I'll take them down there right after lunch. And you do have an appointment," she squeaked slightly when he had touched her knee, "at two. Do you need me to reschedule?" She continued talking as she moved his hand up her smooth warm thigh.


"No I don't think it'll be necessary. If something comes up I'll let you know." He took a sip of coffee. "Good coffee this morning." Grant's fingertips had reached her hot moist folds. She squirmed in her seat and he heard her shuffling papers on her desk in subterfuge. 

"Thank you." she said a normally as possible. They began talking about office supplies and filing and other sort of business related topics but Grant wasn't really listening. His finger was running up and down between her lips, brushing her small clit and just barely entering her hole. She was beginning to get wet, so he very slowly began to slid it inside of her. Immediately her thighs clutched together tight but he kept going. There was the slightest waver in her voice as she told her boss that they might want to order another file cabinet soon. Garner was telling her that it might be best to get rid of some old files instead when Grant hit her g-spot. Her warm wet pussy felt wonderful and he had to admit that this was one hell of a thrill. Especially because getting caught was more serious than just Leaha losing her job.

"You look a little flushed, are you feeling alright?" Garner asked her some what fatherly.

"Fine, just a little warm in here today." She answered him straight-faced.

"Well, my appointment should be here soon." and he disappeared into his office. She looked back under the desk.

"You are a shit," she smiled at him.

"You invited me," he shot back as he began working his way back to her clit. Her legs opened again and he began a steady rhythm in her while reaching up and massaging her clit with the thumb of his other hand. He heard her breathing hard as he worked on her. She lowered her desk chair down some and Grant under stood. He folded her skirt up and put his mouth on her sex, the musky smell and taste was the best breakfast he'd had in a long time.

"Fuck," he heard her breath as his tongue began to work her along with his fingers. The phone scared them both, Grant hit his head on the desk but kept up with his task. As normal voices as she could muster she answered the call then transferred it to her boss. She was really beginning to squirm and breath hard, he knew she was close. Between her sex and the dangerous situation he was as hard as he could ever be, he wanted to take his dick out but couldn't in case he needed a quick getaway. He suffered with stroking it through his pants.

The inner office door slammed open and both of them jumped. Grant fell back under the desk but Leaha shoved herself back under too, her knee hitting his cheek and sending his head back. He hit his head on the back of the desk, restarting his headache that he had just gotten rid. Garner didn't seem to hear it though.

"Cancel my two o'clock. I'll probably out most of the day." he said rushing out.

"What about the appointment you are expecting?" She asked as he reached the outer door.

"I'm meeting her. Change of plans." And he was gone. After a moment Leaha stood up, letting her skirt fall properly. She walked to the door listened as his car left the parking lot. Grant heard the lock click as he climbed out from under the desk. There was a look in her eye he recognized, a look that he always looked forward too. She pulled her skirt back up above her hips as she walked back around the desk and sat on top of it. Grant sat in her office chair ready to resume breakfast when she stopped him.

"He might come back. He forgets things. Let's make it quick." She pulled him up and began to undo his pants. Once she had his hard cock out she held it and stroked it, feeling it's warmth and firmness. "I forgot about this. How silly of me." She pulled it towards her. He took over aim as she adjusted her hips. The head barely penetrated the lips when they both gasped, then he slowly slid it in. "No time," she breathed and grabbed his ass forcing him in. He took hold of her hips as she lean back on her elbows. He started out forceful but slow as the sensations of her wrapped around him flooded his system. Quicker and quicker their pace became. More and more he gave to her, his large cock disappearing and reappearing from inside her. His quiet grunts becoming more and more audible mixed with her own grunts and breaths. 

Feeling not only her body clenched around his cock, but her skin under his hands felt wonderful, like a new memory. He wanted to free her firm breasts too, but he knew that would be a little much. She thrust her hips at him as hard as he was thrusting her. Soon they weren't caring how loud they were, Leaha swearing out loud and Grant's moans echoing through the office. He was pounding her hard, her breasts bouncing in her blouse. Finally she lay down at the best angle she could, holding on for dear life to the edge of the desk as Grant was hitting at her almost as hard as he could. He cock steam engining in and out of her his balls slapping against the cushion of her ass. And then it hit, she took in a heroic amount of breath and clenched hard around him. Her entire body when silently rigid, and then she let loose a muted scream and started to shake. 

"Oh fuck!" she screamed as the last of her orgasm wracked her body. Grants mounting orgasm finally found it's moment and stars exploded behind his eyes with one last hard thrust before he pulled out and shot thick, strong ribbons of cum under her desk.

Grant fell back into the chair as they both tried to catch their breath. With blood and reason starting to come back to his brain he realized he still had to get out of here before Garner got back. Leaha realized the same thing and carefully sat up. She got off the desk and stood over him, then bent down and kissed him.

"I think I missed you." she whispered then stood smoothing her clothes. She moved so he could do the same when she noticed the damp spot on the floor. "Nice shot but you missed some," she indicated a small milky rivulet that lazily made it's way down a drawer. He just looked at her a little sheepish. 

"Good thing he had to leave in such a hurry," Grant said when he could find his voice again.

"Yeah, must have been important. It was some cop, a detective." Leaha was unlocking the door again.

"Detective who?" he asked trying to sound casual as alarm bells started to sound in his head.

"Halloran, I think." Grant almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of the name.

"Really. Did she say anything?" 

"No, just that she wanted to talk to Mr. Garner. Listen, I don't know what's going on but if you need anything, take this." She scrawled her number on an unused memo sheet and handed it to him. "Plus I would like to see you again. I mean, you know, for more than just this." She indicated the desk and turned pink again. "Though it was nice."

"I'd like it too. And to be honest I don't know what's going on either but I'm going to find out. Thanks for everything," it was his turn to flush slightly, "I will call you." He pocketed the number and left.

He got as far as the park when he stopped on a bench to think. Besides bumping into Leaha, bumping with Leaha, and hiding from his client; this day was not improving from last night. His mind was a little sluggish from the afterglow but one thing that stood out was Garner. He didn't even act as if he knew about his wife, or cared if he did. Killed, or even missing, he should have had some reaction; not just business as usual. This all seemed too suspicious especially with Halloran calling like that. The sinking feeling that something deep was going on was settling in the pit of his stomach. He hated to admit it but Roland's sudden departure seemed pretty off too, but he couldn't imagine Roland having the ambition for such an enterprise. Garner's behavior suggested that he was either living in some la la land or somehow apart of this whole mess. He didn't feel good staying in one place for too long, so he stood and started walking again. Going back to the crime scene was still a bad idea, at least for right now, the only other place he could think of was to check out Roland's office. Maybe there would be some answers, or least lead him somewhere there was some answers.

He walked around the block the office was on looking for signs of police. He didn't see any, no squad cars or anything that looked like it might resemble an unmarked. This was an older part of town, the buildings here were brown and grey and most of the cars were at the very least a decade old. Most probably didn't even run. The office was never moved to a more accessible part of town because Roland was cheap and left alone for the most part. Grant still didn't trust his luck that much and decided on the alley entrance. Quietly he climbed up the old green and white tile steps to the third floor. Cautiously he put his key in the lock and opened the door. The room had the same musty cigar-stench it always did. The light was low but the room seemed empty so he stepped in, closing the door quietly behind him. It didn't look much different than it ever did, untidy and dirty. There was a big wooden desk facing a couple of uncomfortable plastic chairs. Piles of papers, invoices, receipts, and various notes teetered on the desk; the only space in the middle holding its place precariously. In the corner was a beat up metal file cabinet. It was the only thing here that would have any real information but he did all the filing. Roland gave him a lot of shit jobs like that, told him it was part of being an apprentice. He didn't remember filing anything regarding the Garners. Anything recent would be on the desk but he as almost afraid to go near it in case it decided to topple on him.

Courageously, began to gently go through the top layers of the piles. Meaningless receipts, menus, and notes for past cases but nothing that seemed pertinent. Looking around for anything else, he was starting to feel as if this was a pointless trip. The only other place was the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, Roland told him to basically stay out of it, that he had no business being in there. Seemed like a good place to look now. Hoping it wasn't locked he gave it a pull and it came open. Inside was as cluttered as everything else he kept. On top were a couple of files covering a pile of random objects. He took the files and noticed they had the name Garner on them. Jackpot, he thought. He shut the drawer and had just barely opened the first file when he heard footsteps echo in the hallway. He was too jumpy about everything going on he didn't want to take the chance.

The fire escape at the window behind him surely led to someone waiting for him. Panic began to creep up as the footsteps stopped at the front door. Then he remembered something Roland told him just after he started working with him. Through the side closet was panel that slid away into the vacant office next door. Files in hand, he dashed into the closet. It was the only thing that was fairly neat in the entire office. Grant guessed Roland kept it clean incase he needed to escaped pissed off husbands in a hurry. Frantically pushing around unused brooms and mops, he tried to get the panel to slide open. He heard sounds at the front door as if it were being forced open just as his finger caught something and the back wall protestingly started to open. He got it open just enough to slip through. He heard the office door crash open just as he closed the wall again. He stood in the darkness of the dusty closet for a moment being as quiet as possible. He listened to the sounds of at least two people thumping around the office. He stopped breathing until he heard the door close again. After a few minutes it got quiet and he felt he could move again. Carefully he tried the door, the knob was resistant from lack of use and the door creaked horribly when he opened it. He stopped and listened. He heard nothing from next door or the hallway so he ventured out into the vacant room. What to do know was a question. Doubting whoever was out there would leave right away, how was he going to get out of here without being seen? He wasn't even sure who he was supposed to look out for, was that police or not?




Hard Luck P.I.



He sat in the dust between the two back windows to think. Staying here all day wasn't really an option, but getting very far unseen probably wasn't either. Then an idea struck him. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket hoping that this plan worked because he was out of ideas. He took the folded paper from his other pocket and called Leaha.

"Hello?" after the third ring.

"Leaha, its Grant." He tried to sound conversational. 

"Oh, hi. I wasn't expecting a call quite this soon." She sounded pleasantly surprised. Grant felt a little guilty, he did want to call her but not for this.

"Can I ask a big favor of you? Is there any way you could step out of the office right now?"

"Why?" she asked with a hint of the devil in her voice. "Actually I just got finished running some things to the downtown office. What's up?"

"I need a ride. If that's okay. I'm...kind of in a situation." He listened to the short pause and felt like an ass for even asking.

"Sure. Where are you at?" she finally asked, her voice not any less pleasant than usual. He gave her the address and then amended it with, "Go about half way down the alley and stop at the double doors. Thanks a bunch, I really appreciate this." Once they hung up, he put the cell phone away and took a breath. Now to just get there. He went back into the closet and carefully slid the wall to the side. The closet door was cracked open just enough to see that the piles on the desk finally succumbed to gravity. Papers littered the floor. His first thought was that there was no way he was going to clean that up. Reaching around he found a dusty jacket that probably hadn't seen the light of day since the mid-eighties. It was a size too big for him, a bright blue and smelled like the inside of a shoe. It would have to do. Hanging on nails along the left side were a few different baseball caps that Roland would wear on surveillance occasionally. The inside was grimy from old sweat, but he still reluctantly put it on. 

He figured it was as good as he was going to get, it was time to leave. Carefully he opened the door into the hallway and peered down the hall. It seemed clear so he stepped out and closed the door behind him. He tipped the brim over his eyes and the collar of the jacket up. It wasn't much as far as disguises but it would have to do. All he needed was a couple of seconds, he hoped. Down the stairs and to the back door, everything seemed in the clear. He peered through the glass in the door and at first the alley seemed empty, but in the gray shadows near the fire escape he someone. He quickly backed away from the door before he was spotted and prayed Leaha was quick. He felt bad about getting her involved but with any luck they can get out with no one the wiser.

After an excruciatingly long couple of minutes, Leaha small car appeared. Making sure his face wasn't visible he was quickly through the doors and at the side of her car. She unlocked it and he slipped into the seat.

"Nice jacket." she said, her nose scrunched up from the smell.

"Thanks. Now can we...oh shit." The person from the shadows was walking towards the car. Grant faintly recognized him, he was police for sure. Leaha looked over at him a little worried, then back at the man who had reached her window.

"Good afternoon," he said in a pleasant voice. He looked in and scrutinized Leaha then tried to see Grant, who was doubled over the best he could. "I'm sorry to bother you," he flashed his badge, "but I'm looking for someone. They might have been in that building there. Sir," he directed to Grant, "did you just come out of that building?"

"This is my grandfather," Leaha suddenly piped in, "he hasn't been feeling well, so I'm taking him to the doctors."

"Is that so. Sir, could you look up for me? I'm sorry to bother you but it is necessary." It was clear he wasn't buying it. Grant started coughing what he thought was a realistic old man's cough. It helped that he was breathing in all the dust from the jacket he was wearing.

"Please," she pleaded with the detective. "I really need to get him in to the doctor. He doesn't sound well." He looked at them both again, then stood up and waved them on. With out hesitation she put it in drive and drove off. Grant didn't come up for air for another two blocks. When he did he quickly took off the coat and hat and shoved them to the floor.

"Thank you, so much. I'm sorry to get you involved." He told her.

"What is going on Grant? That's all I want to know?" She asked him a little irritably.

"Okay. I need to get some coffee or something. Can we stop and pick some up, then I'll tell you what I know, anyway." she nodded, then he added, "that was pretty quick thinking back there." 

She grinned at him, "Yeah, it was. It was the first thing that came to mind. Nice follow up, had me going there for a second." They drove towards Garner's office, and stopped at a small coffee shop a few blocks away. "Can we discuss this back at the office? I probably shouldn't be gone much longer."

"Is it safe?" Grant didn't feel comfortable back in the lion's den.

"He won't be back all day. Once he's out, he usually stays out all day. If he does come back it'll be later on, usually when I leave for the day. I'll be alright. If he does come back, you can always hide under my desk again." she gave him a sly sidelong glance. He turned red. Back in the car they went to the office.

Once locked inside they sat around the big desk, Leaha taking the occasional phone call while they talked. Grant pulled the files that he had tucked in his waist band, under his shirt when he left the vacant office and was flipping through them. Leaha scanned them upside down as she sat across from him.

"Okay, spill it. Why are police detectives looking for you?" Grant sighed and began telling her what he knew. He started with the surveillance on Mrs. Garner and the gun shots all the way through a carefully edited version of his night in the warehouse. Then filled her in with everything up until she picked him up at the Roland's office. Leaha was quiet for a moment afterwards, processing everything he told her. Then she finally said, "If something had happened to his wife, Garner wouldn't have even come in this morning."

"Exactly. He acted like nothing was wrong, from what I could tell." Grant agreed

"He looked a little tired, but other than that seemed like it was just another day. He tends to get into his work but I think that is a little ridiculous. It's far too suspicious." she sat there thinking, as Grant began to go through the files again. "I've got a few things I need to do around here before I can leave."

Grant looked up at her, "Hey, do you think..." he nodded towards the door leading to Garner's inner sanctum.

"Don't even think about it. That thing is locked tighter than Fort Knox. There is no way either of us can get in there. And I know there is nothing out here that can help because I know these files inside and out." Grant just shrugged and went back to his reading. Half and hour later, he was rubbing his eyes and pushed them away.

"Anything helpful?" she asked him as she emptied and readied the coffee maker.

"Maybe. The first file is the stuff I already know. It's all about our case on Mrs. Garner, what we were working on until she and Anthony were shot. The second one is what gets me. It seems like Roland was working on his own investigation of her lawyer, McCreevy. There were also a lot of things about real estate and accounts that the Garner's held, specifically ones that Mrs. Garner held the most interest in." 

"You said the thugs were there to meet the lawyer at the warehouse. And there was something about a drop off. Maybe he's involved somehow." Leaha offered.

"I'm pretty sure, but how. It seems shady. Either he was in on the hit, or...I don't know." Grant was getting tired from all this. It just seemed to go around in circles.

"Or she isn't dead." Leaha said as she sat next to him again. He was aware of her heat, her proximity. He tried not to think about it and concentrate on the case.

"What do you mean, not dead?" 

"Well, think about it. No bodies, dirty cops, talks of drop offs. Those thugs at the warehouse talking about supplying Garner's wife seemed to know something that no one else did. Maybe it was just a ruse. The Garner's haven't been a happy couple for at least a decade, as far as I can tell. Maybe she just had enough and decided to stage all this."

"Yeah," Grant said as his mind chewed on this possibility. "Seems like the long way around. She would have a hell of a lot more to gain if she just divorced him. Why go through all his trouble?"

"Maybe he wouldn't let her divorce him." she offered. Then a thought struck her, "Or maybe she has more to gain by playing dead." 

"What? That's nuts." Grant just looked at her.

"No listen. I don't see anything about their personal finances, but sitting here you pick up on things. I know he was worried about some sort of problem with his finances awhile back. I guess there were huge gaps where there shouldn't have been. Missing money." she explained to his confused expression. "Maybe she was siphoning money under his nose. Maybe she has more now than she would have in a divorce, whether he consented or not." 

"Okay, but what about all the blood? Wait, those idiots at the warehouse." he said answering his own question. "Maybe they supplied it. And Halloran works for the police so I'm sure she could arrange to have the tests altered. But wait," he stopped himself, "if she is helping Mrs. Garner why would she call her husband?"

"Hard to tell, but how to see if its anything more that a bullshit theory. For all we know she could be dead." She sighed.

"We could always ask the lawyer." Grant offered.

"He could be dead by now." 

"I don't think so. If the guys that took him were killers, I wouldn't be sitting here. I have a feeling I might know where to find him." Leaha leaned closer to him as he reached for a file. He was aware of her perfume.

"In here it says that McCreevy goes to some club, like clockwork, every Thursday night. Stays anywhere from fifteen minutes to three hours. Maybe he does business there?" Grant scanned the scribbled notes.

"What club?" Leaha asked, slowly getting closer and closer to him.

"The Cat O'Nine Tails. I think it's uptown." Grant could feel her grin before he saw it.

"It's Thursday isn't it? What you doing tonight?" she asked somewhat evilly. 

"Going clubbing. Why are you looking at me like that? Have you been there before?" he asked her a little nervously.

"I've been there before." she looked him up and down. "We need to get you ready for tonight." 

"How do you feel about collars and chains?" she asked him. This was not how he imagined this conversation playing out.

"Um...why? Is that required apparel?" 

"Not so much to get in, but if you want the VIP, you have to be of a certain...clientele." her wicked grin wouldn't leave as she spoke to him. She knew this sort of thing was out of his league and was enjoying it.

"I think you'd look good in a collar." he quickly interjected hoping to turn this on her.

"Nice try sport. You'd make an awful dom." she checked her watch. "Almost time to go. I know a nice shop not far from my apartment."

"Wait a minute. Dom?" The term sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn't place it.

"Dominant. You are a submissive. And will look ravishing in a leash." She winked at him.

They left the office without incident and she drove them west towards her apartment. Nestled close to the red light district was an unassuming little store called Reacharound. The window had nice collection of short dresses and tight male shirts. Then she took him inside. Grant first noticed that it smelled slightly of incense and Astroglide. There were round racks of clothes scattered around and various things against the wall. Lords of Acid was playing on a stereo behind the counter at the back. Upon closer inspection Grant noticed that a lot of the clothes didn't have much to them. Some were even missing areas. An entire rack of crotchless underwear here, a rack of PVC uniforms there. Leaha stopped at this one and selected a shiny white and red nurses and held it up.

"What do you think?" she put held it against her flared out the plastic skirt.

"Try it on and we'll see." he said raising an eyebrow.

"Nope. We're here for you. You naughty boy." she grabbed a riding crop that was sitting above the clothes and flicked him with it. Grant followed her but was paying attention to the wall, on display above the wooden shelving were various full leather and PVC costumes. Some included masks that left only a nose hole or a zipper for the mouth. In the toy sections Grant marveled at just how flexible the body could be at the sheer size of some of them.

"Okay, come here." she called to him. She was holding out a number of silky or shiny shirts. Most of them, he wondered if he could even breath in. After grabbing a few they went looking for pants. Her arms full she led him to a dressing room in the back corner of the shop. A matronly woman watched from behind the counter with a bemused expression on her face. He thought she looked slightly out of place in this setting, she looked more like the kind to be sitting in a candle store.

He tried on all her selected outfits and modeled for her. Every one of them far tighter than he was comfortable with. The shirts showed off his muscled chest and stomach, which he didn't mind, but the pants were almost too tight to move in. Finally they settled on a tight silvery t-shirt with extra short sleeves and a pair of black pants. She took her time adjusting both the shirt and pants, running her hands across his abs and butt. It showed off his package which he didn't seem to mind. He was really beginning to enjoy it until he went back into the dressing room and she told him to wait. Then she threw one more thing over the door.

"I feel silly." He tried not so sound like he was whining.

"Let's see." Leaha was obviously enjoying herself immensely. He walked out in the same black pants but his bare torso was only barely covered. Three sets thick leather studded straps connected at the front with a large steel ring. In the back they came together with an adjustable buckle.

"I'm not sure if I have this right, and no. I am not wearing this." he tried to sound defiant but it was hard as her fingertips kept brushing against him as she made a few minor adjustments. A set of straps went over his shoulders, another across his sides, and the last down against his hips before arcing back up along his back. 

"Mmmm." she examining him, "Come on, where is your sense of adventure."

"We're following someone, not out for fun." He went back into the dressing room. Once at the counter, he noticed that she still had it with her as well as the shirt and pants. "I'm not wearing that." he said again to the humor of the older woman behind the counter.

"The shirt you're wearing on our date," she stated matter of factly, Grant perking up at the statement. "But if you want to get in tonight, you are wearing that." Grumbling he relented.

Once they were back at her place, Grant tried to sit down and relax for a moment. He needed a clear head tonight if he was going to get any answers. She ordered in some Chinese. Grant gave her some money to cover her expenses, though until he paid again from Roland, he didn't have much left. They ate and chatted idly, catching up. 

While Leaha was getting ready he looked around her small apartment. It was about the same size as his, but much softer. She had a lot of pictures and modern art paintings. A few Salvador Dali prints for surrealism. The furniture was just as old as his but pillows and scarves on them made them look much more chic. Finally she came out and his jaw almost dropped. She was in fishnets and tall chunky heeled shoes. A very short black skirt barely made it mid-thigh, above that a black corset with straps across the sides fringed in red. The red also ran across the top. A mesh top covered her shoulders and bosom and arms. Fingerless gloves and heavy eye make-up completed the ensemble.

"Well?" she asked grinning a deep red grin.

"Um...wow." Was all he could think of.

"Only wow?" she teased and walked closer to him on foot in front of the other.

"How about holy shit. You look good." he swallowed hard. 

"That's better," she stopped and put her hands on her hips. "Your turn." Reluctantly he got up and went to dress. When he emerged into her living room again, she adjusted his straps, her fingers lingering a little more once she was done. "Okay, one last thing." and she disappeared again. He could hear her rummaging in her closet. He sat back down carefully, he felt as if one wrong move and he would split the seam of his pants, they were a lot tighter than he was used to. 

"Here we go." She stood in front of him, long black leather leash in one hand and a velvet collar that said PRINCESS in rhinestone.

"Fuck no." he just glared at her, until she erupted in laughter and went back into the bedroom to retrieve a large thick leather collar. No rhinestones. "Is this necessary?" he asked as she buckled it on his neck.

"If you want to get in to the VIP where I can guarantee your lawyer is going to be, then yes." once she was done she attached the leash and then kissed him on the tip of the nose. She gave the leash a sharp jerk. "Now come along slave boy." Feeling very embarrassed and slightly aroused he followed her out the door. Once they stepped outside, he looked to make sure no one was watching, but then reminded himself that they were going where there would be a lot of somebodies paying attention around. He felt naked and chilly. They slid into her car and zoomed away. It only took about ten minutes to get there. They parked in a small lot a block away. The club looked small, single story building with a lot of neon. It was connected to a large warehouse. There were a number of people milling around outside and a very very large bouncer standing at the door. There was the usual thump of music as they approached. As they got closer, Leaha grabbed his leash.

"You do what I say, when I say it. Here," she handed him a black eye mask. He put it round his neck, but didn't put it on. She had one that was similar but was covered with black flat feathers. "When we get in the VIP we might need these."

"This place doesn't look very big, you keep mentioning this VIP room." Grant asked. 

"See that warehouse, that's the VIP room." She let him gawk for a minute. "Okay, to play this part I will tell you what to do when. You are my pet," she couldn't help but grin. She knew he wasn't comfortable with this but it was still kind of fun, "and I get to lead you around. Hopefully this little show will get us in the back."

"Right, and when we get back there then we can find McCreevy. You remember what he looks like?" he asked her.

"Like that?" she pointed at the Cat O'Nine Tails. He followed her finger and saw that McCreevy, wearing a dapper brown suit was just entering the club.

"Perfect. Let's go." he stated to go only to be yanked forcibly back.

"You have to wait for me to tell you to." she purred.

"Yes, mistress." This could almost be fun, he thought. She led him to the front door, the large bouncer just eyed them as they walked in. The club was dim, lit only with neon. It did look a little bigger inside than out, but the darkness helped with the illusion. Acrid smoke hung in the air, a combination of clove and menthol, other more expensive things. It made Grant a little light headed. Along the left were a series of low booths, in the middle were tall spidery tables. The bar ran along the back and some of the left side. The shelves on the back wall were glass, lit with neon. The bartenders hurried about to fill orders and a couple servers gracefully made their way between tables and ass grabs. What got him was the variation of the people. Dapper businessmen sat drinking Highballs a table away from couples dressed wilder, and less, than Leaha and himself. A couple goths walked by them, jingling in zippers and buckles sneering at a group of recent 21 year olds dressed as if this were just a regular club downtown. The center of attention, whether overtly or not, was a padded red leather oversized door on the right wall. Two bouncers in black t-shirts stood there. There were people milling around it but few seemed courageous enough to confront the bouncers. These were the folks in a lot of leather, a few of them in trench coats despite the warmth of the room. The music filled the room, a slow sexy techno.




Hard Luck P.I.



"Over there," Leaha broke his observations by nodding to a corner table near the bar, "he looks interested. He keeps looking over here, lets join him." She led him across the floor to a table where a muscular black man sat. In the gloom all Grant could see at first was the bright gleam of teeth, but as they go closer he saw him better. He seemed to be wearing only a pair of black leather pants and thick boots.

"You know what you're doing right?" he asked her. She either didn't hear or ignored it.

"May we join you?" Leaha asked coyly. He nodded and pulled out a chair next to him. Smiling she sat in it, still holding Grant's leash. He noticed how uncomfortable he was that she sat so close to him. Now is not the time for feelings, he reminded himself. He continued to stand.

"Sit." she commanded him and he took the tall chair across from them. 

"He seems to listen well." their companion commented, his voice with a trace of an accent.

"He's learning." she shot Grant a quick wink. Grant did his best to ignore the twittering between Leaha and her new friend as he scanned the room for any signs of McCreevy. After a couple minutes of not finding him, he decided that he was already behind the big door. He turned his attention back to his own table. He couldn't hear their conversation over the loud music but was feeling more and more uncomfortable. Their ebony companion was leaning close as she had a hand on his muscled arm, they talked close to each other. Occasionally Leaha would giggle then look over at Grant. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but he hoped she was working on getting them through the door, he was antsy to find the lawyer. Finally she nodded then stood. Their new friend walked over to him as she jerked on his leash to get him to stand as well. 

"He's okay with this?" he asked Leaha, but looked at Grant.

"He knows his place." she replied. With another grin their companion led the way to the big door. "He'll get us in," she said in Grant's ear.

"Then what?" he hissed back.

"Ever had a black man before?" She asked, amused.

"Not funny," he grumbled as they got to the door. One of the bouncers had the door cracked open, when Leaha turned to her new friend.

"I left something at the table, could you grab it for me real quick?" She gave her best smile to convince him. He turned to go back and Leaha slipped behind the door, pulling a stumbling submissive behind her.

Ahead of them was an old wooden staircase, the white paint peeling and worn away from the footsteps of countless nights. The music was nothing but a dull thud behind him, the sudden silence and solitude was unnerving at first.

"You do know what you're doing, right?" Grant said quietly.

"Will you stop asking that? Yes. Now we just need to find him." The went up the staircase, which seemed needlessly long and steep. At the top everything seemed different. They stood in a hallway that led either left or right. The walls looked like some sort of corrugated plastic. Clean and sterile in a non-hospital sort of way. Once in awhile there would be a door and a window. The hallway ended in a sharp corners. There was just a hint of noise from downstairs but Grant was picking up other sounds, some sharp and others more subtle. Thoughts of Sodom and Gomorrah pranced through his head.

"We should probably split up," Grant suggested, "we may not have time to search together. Depends on how long he plans on staying." 

"A good idea, but this place can be a maze. Last time I was here I got lost." Leaha said inching her way to the closest window.

"How many times have you been here?" he asked amused.

"Um..just once." She seemed momentarily engrossed in whatever she was viewing through the window. He sidled up to her and started at what he saw. Beyond the window was a darkened room in it kneeled a woman. Her head and hands were sticking out of wooden stocks, as if she was being punished in some puritan village. Difference was she was buck naked and being smacked by another woman in leather. Puritans didn't have nylon whips, from what he could remember. A black woman stood near the head of the locked up woman. At least Grant thought she was a woman, nice body, round breasts; but she was feeding her cock to the woman.

Both Leaha and Grant stepped back.

"Um..."Grant started, 

"This is where you go when you want to do things like that." she told him.

"You could have warned me." he hissed at her.

"And miss that look on your face, never. C'mon open up a little. Put your mask on." She slipped her feathered one over her eyes.

"Why the windows?" Grant asked as he put his in place.

"Some people get off knowing that someone could see. Place like this, if you are in here, you're guilty. So no one has much to hide. They can close the blinds if they want, some do some don't. Okay, I'm going this way, good luck." and she sped off towards the left. Hoo boy, Grant thought, this just gets weirder and weirder the deeper I get.

He tried to keep his bearings as he went but as he hit the third hallway, he was not only amazed at how large the place was but also a little lost. He had passed numerous shuddered windows. Each one he pressed an ear to the door to see if he could catch voices. One all he heard was an insane giggling, another someone was wishing to insulted. He tried not to stare in the open windows, but sometimes couldn't help it. There were a few empty rooms but not many. In one a man was shackled to the wall facing it, while a large woman pounded the hell out of him with a large wooden paddle. Another one he saw a man just lying on the ground while a young woman sat on his face. He watched as she occasionally wiggled her butt, Grant wasn't sure how the guy could even breath, unless she was breathing for them both. The next one contained a young lady dressed like some Raggedy Ann school girl from hell. In a desk dressed in an old school boys uniform was a muscular man licking her shiny rubber, impossibly long, heels that was digging into his shoulder.

Despite all the strange perversion around him, he had to admit the air of the entire place was making him slightly aroused. As if this was the one safe place to empty out your darkest desires here and live them out. He never considered himself terribly adventurous in bed, but just skulking around in here was making him think more and more of Leaha and possibly taking a room, if they couldn't find McCreevy. Grant hoped she was having more luck than he was. 

She wasn't. Most of the rooms her way either seemed empty or they closed their windows. Ears to the door didn't really help, a lot of moaning, some slaps, a few giggles, one demanding that the ‘Senator just stand and hold his vote.'. Once she passed a tall blond man who wore a very expensive tuxedo and dark sunglasses. He flashed a winning smile at her, checked her up and down. She smiled politely at him and looked back at him as he passed her, his expensive tuxedo pants had no ass. His muscular cheeks bounced as he walked, she suppressed a giggle. Continuing on, with what windows she could look in she saw the same sort of slap and tickle Grant had seen. A couple gave her pause, one had a tall dark haired woman who had features she could only dream of having. She was long and slender, face had great angles, eyes seemed to be violet. An older man, but very handsome she noted, had her standing against the wall. There was a small table next to him. On it were a collection of small beautiful knives. Leaha's breath caught as the man slid the flat of one across the flesh of the woman's stomach. She shuddered but didn't move. He did this a few times across her small breasts and her thighs, careful not to turn the blade against the flesh. Then he looked in her eyes, kissed her gingerly on the lips and turned the knife. His motion was no different than before but Leaha was caught by surprise. The woman's eyes caught hers, conveyed a look of magnificent pleasure. Leaha looked down and a trickle of blood traveling down her leg, the slice was thin and even Leaha could tell it was a cut that would leave no mark if tended to properly. 

She decided to move on. The scene, the atmosphere was making her aroused. Focusing on her task she was stopped again at the next window. The room was furnished like a workroom of some sort. Wooden benches and what looked like tools. In the center were two men. One was tall and skinny, but muscular. The other was only a bit shorter than the other, but obviously gym club member. His heavily muscular arms were wrapped around the other man. They embraced as if letting go would make them disappear. They looked in each other's eyes then their lips met. There was a ferocious passion there, a desperate need for each other. Hands rubbed and grabbed at the backs and thighs of the other. One ran his fingers through the others black hair then gently pushed down. The skinny one slid down, kissing his way to the others erect cock. It's size was formidable, but his lips wrapped around it. Leaha could feel the sigh of the larger man. Then he looked over and saw her watching. Face suddenly burning she quickly left, her breathing harder than she expected. She swallowed hard, wishing to get this over with. She put her ear to one last door. It only took a second, but she knew her bosses voice anywhere. This was better than McCreevy. She needed to get Grant. 

She sped around the corner only to nearly run into him. His face was red and tried to stammer an apology. Looking over she saw what he was staring at. In the darkened room were two women entwined amongst a pile of sheets and blankets of various colors. One was a long blond, a large tattoo vine traveling up her back. The other was a shorter curvy redhead. Their soft lips kissed and sucked at each others neck, hands kneading the flesh of the other. The blond began sucking at her companions large breast as her ass was grabbed. After a moment the redhead suddenly took a handful of hair and yanked her lover's head up and kissed her deep then flipped her over on her back.

"C'mon." Leaha finally said, breaking the spell. That's it, she decided, as soon as we get out of here, I'm fucking his brains out. This is too much. "I found Garner. He's in one of the rooms. This way." She grabbed his leash and gave it a yank to get him going. He followed, wishing this thing that she dressed him in wasn't so tight around the crotch. He followed her, watching her curves carefully as they moved in her costume. Paying more attention to her than where he was going he almost ran into her as she suddenly stopped. "Shit." she murmured. 

"What?" He looked around her, a door was open. "That where he was?"

"Yeah, looks like he left, if we hurry..."she started only to be interrupted by a deep voice.

"Come in Leaha, please. Bring your friend." They hesitated, looking at each other through their masks. "Please. Come." the voice insisted. That voice belonged to Garner. A thought flashed passed between them. Run. The very, very muscular bouncer who appeared behind them changed their minds. Reluctantly they entered the open door. 

The room they entered wasn't very big. About twelve feet long, less than that wide. It was dimly lit from a single bulb above, the dark blue crushed velvet on the walls seemed to suck up the light. It was occupied by McCreevy who stood in a far corner, looking pathetic. Against the left wall was Garner. He was sitting comfortably, in his lap was a mane of jet black hair bobbing up and down. She was wearing a gauzy jade green robe that pooled around her. His expression showed no hint of her ministrations. The large bouncer stepped in and closed the door behind him. Grant and Leaha took places along the wall opposite them.

"Take off those silly masks." Garner said in his deep voice. Reluctantly they removed them. "Mr. Willows, you are more resourceful than I gave you credit for. I figured you would be in police custody by now. Just as well I suppose, I have a use for you." he turned his attention to Leaha, "Although I am surprised to see you here. This day is nothing but surprises." Grant noticed McCreevy trying his best not to stare at the young lady in Garners lap and the work she was performing. Grant found it a little distracting as well.

"Why are the police so interested in me." Grant asked hoping to play an innocent card and get some information. Garner gave him a small smile.

"Don't bullshit a bullshitter. You know very well that Detective Halloran set that up to keep you out of the way. She figured out early on that you are fairly sharp and decided that with you out from under foot then things might go smoother."

"What is going on?" Leaha interrupted.

"I'm sure you know enough to speculate, why don't you enlighten me." He placed a careful hand on the moving head in his lap, she worked diligently and quietly, and he still gave no indications. Leaha and Grant looked at each other, both wondering how much to tell. Grant decided that there was little to gain from hiding anything at this point.

"Detective Halloran is working for you, I know that much. And there is a good chance that your wife isn't dead, that she staged her death to leave. Her lawyer," Grant glanced over at the nervous McCreevy, "is in on it somehow. But something went wrong at the meeting point. The thugs your wife used to get the supplies needed to stage it got greedy." 

"Very good." Garner gave them a small applause. "She did stage her own death, her and that idiot boyfriend of hers. But what would she have gained from it, that you haven't mentioned." 

This time Leaha spoke, "She probably could have gotten a good chunk in a divorce. Unless, of course, you wouldn't divorce her or she had been siphoning off money and had more than you would have settled for." As she spoke he gently tapped his companion on the shoulder, she rose up and turned around. She was an tall attractive Asian, her face was thin and expressionless atop her slender body. She straddled Garner's lap and guided him into her, neither registering it. Once inside she carefully leaned down until her head and arms rested on the ground. Just visible under her robe was a the twin mounds of her ass slowly moving up and down. "Other wise," Leaha struggled to continue, "why would she have left? Seemed a little desperate." 

"True. You two seem to know a lot." He turned his attention to Grant. "How much of this has your partner Roland told you?" This wasn't a question he was expecting, but if Roland was involved it would explain his sudden departure.

"Nothing. Last I saw of him, he dropped me off at my apartment. Didn't say anything about this." Garner eyed him for a moment. "I'm gong to assume you still don't know where your wife is." Grant boldly ventured.

Garner cracked a smile. "Hell of a detective. I don't, but Roland does. You see, he was in on the whole thing. Somehow, for a fee I assume, he agreed to help Eva and her boytoy stage this scene then make sure they disappear. And he did well, up to a point." He let the point hang. Leaha spoke first.

"Up to a point? Did he forget something? Do you have an idea where they are?" 

"He didn't forget anything. In fact he is still missing, as is Eva. Anthony, on the other hand, has been found. Seems she stranded him sometime this afternoon."

"Roland is not one you just run off with," Grant added trying his best to continue ignoring the fact people were having sex in front of him. "But he's not one to shake off easily. Not when it comes to money. I know the guy, he's instantly annoying. And greedy."

"I figured as much. He is either still useful to her or she shook him and he's following to get his take. Either way I would be very interested in where he might be. I'll wager that if I can find him, I'll be able to track down my wife.

"So here is my deal for you. I wish to hire you to find my wife. In order to do that you need to find Roland first. If you take the case, I'll get the police off your back and pay expenses." 

After a moment, Grant nodded his head, "Okay, fair enough."

"Good," Garner smiled, then looked at Leaha, "and you can help him. You seem to be more useful helping him than behind a desk. Tomorrow, there will be an envelope at the office it will contain some things you will need to know and money for traveling expenses. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some other business to attend to." He turned to a very nervous looking McCreevy. The bouncer opened the door to let them out. Just as Grant was leaving he looked over his shoulder at Garner who had his head back slightly. The head of his cock was just visible between the girls cheeks, rivulets of cum rolling down it. Grant shook his head and left.

They arrived back at Leaha's apartment without incident and conversation. It had been a long strange day for the both of them. When they stepped into her apartment Grant realized just how tired he was, only a few hours of sleep had finally caught up with him. He collapsed onto her comfortable couch, his brain sluggishly trying to make sense of what Garner had told them so he had some sort of idea where to go next. Leaha went into the bedroom to put on something more comfortable. When she came out in a long t-shirt and thin robe she saw Grant asleep, still in his outfit. She stood there and smiled, he looked cute in his tight pants and leather straps, all passed out and peaceful on her couch. It didn't help that her horniness any, but she figured he had earned the rest. When she returned with blankets and pillows for him she gently touched his shoulder and he woke up enough for her to take off his leather contraption and put a pillow under his head. She shut off the light and crawled into her own bed.

Sleep didn't come immediately despite her fatigue. Her mind swirled with differing thoughts and images and emotions. All the odd things she saw in the club danced in front of her, though she was pretty opened minded to it, it was different when you saw it up close. She hoped Grant had some leads in the morning. And that lead her to the other conflict, her feelings for Grant. Sure most of what she felt for him was physical, it always had been. But she did like him, he was a really nice guy, maybe a little shy but always seemed fun. Images of his naked torso lying on her couch flitted through her mind as she fell asleep.

Grant could smell breakfast before he was fully awake. Eggs and biscuits filled his groggy head before he opened his eyes. When he did he had to make a quick assessment of where he was, why he was there, and what he had done to get there. Leaha sauntered in from the kitchen and saw him laying there slightly confused.

"Your case with Garner, the Cat O'Nine Tails club, and you passed out on my couch. Does that help any?" she smiled at him.

"Yeah, a little. Smells good." he said sitting up.

"You can cook yours when I'm done with mine." he looked at her for a moment then she started laughing. "I'm joking, I'll be done soon." And she went back to her cooking. Blearily he went about trying to get dressed and wake up. She handed him a steaming cup of coffee and went back to the kitchen. He watched her standing at the stove in a long t-shirt and pajama pants with flying Mighty Mouses on them. He sipped his coffee and thought of how attractive she was, even in her pj's. 

"Pretty interesting night, huh?" she asked as they sat around her coffee table and ate.

"To say the least. You never did tell me about your first visit into the VIP?" Grant asked over a forkful of eggs. She blushed slightly.

"You're right, I didn't." she said and looked right back at him. After a moment's eye contact, he just shrugged. "Do you have any ideas where your boss might be? Where to at least start?"

"Not yet. He wasn't one to open up a lot. But I'm sure there has got to be something he told me or that I've run across that will give me some clue." To be honest he was a little worried because he wasn't sure he knew where to start. Roland was damned tight lipped about anything that pertained to himself. They finished eating and Leaha got up to get dressed. Grant sat on the couch and thought, letting his mind wander over everything. Again he ran the last couple of days through his head, none of the events seemed to lead to their next step. Unless there was something small, insignificant he was missing. He started once more, running through events when he remembered something. The matchbook Halloran picked up from the crime scene. She put it in her pocket. Not in an evidence bag or giving it to the scene investigators.