8 comments/ 248239 views/ 7 favorites Of Tuesday By: Gabriel Orr How is that you know when you've crossed that much-lauded line of decency? Is it a feeling that pervades the senses as an instant reaction to some dastardly deed? Is it a subtle hint that flickers at the back of your mind like the insistent buzzing of midday flies? Perhaps it is a dream, a fading wisp of memory that creeps into your thoughts during the dead of night, seeking you out when you are alone and afraid. I'll confess that I've been somewhat consumed by wondering for some days now. Despite all of that tripe, it seems obvious to me that the realization of dark deeds done is a wholly unique experience for each person, the product of a lifetime of concerns, emotions, and learning that crafts, in and of itself, a perspective fit only for its maker. Knowing that... how could I ever learn what my realization would entail? The short answer is that I couldn't... can't... without realizing it for my self. I guess that I have no right to challenge stereotype and tradition, so I'll just do like most every storyteller has done and explain myself. My name... god, does it really matter? Just call me Samantha. I'm the bank manager at the local Trust Exchange bank, where I spend the bulk of my waking hours keeping accounts and sighing with malcontent. It's a good job... but I miss the freedom of the road. See, during my twenties I earned my living as a backup dancer for a half-dozen one-hit pop music groups; you know the type. Five guys or one girl will stand at the front of the stage and pretend to sing while a troop of hard bodies shake and gyrate to make the ones at the front look better. Back then I was at the bottom of the top, ready to take on any challenge that came knocking at my door. My hair was a different color every month, my body bulged with lean, sexy muscle, and I was on top of the world. Sixteen years and two children later, I'm a bank manager. My hair is back to its medium brown, largely uninteresting shade, my muscle isn't as muscular as it once was, and the only world I'm ever on top of belongs to someone else. After the bliss of my divorce (from one of the roadies of back in the day, if you can believe it) I've had to scratch and claw my way back up the ladder of life and now, at age thirty-four, I'm beginning to show signs of slowing down. At least I was, until about a week ago, when the first of my indiscretions occurred. It was a day just like any other weekday. I had a quick breakfast and a hot shower, over the course of which I had an irritating, but all too common, realization. I was going to work horny, again. Okay, I know this story just changed gears, but bear with me on this. See... I'm happy to be divorced from Jorge, even though he held onto custody of my son Alexander. I'm pleased as punch, because... even though he's a good father and a good man, Jorge just stopped loving me. Our sex life fizzled out as we lost physical interest in each other... and then we separated. I took our daughter Terra and moved here, to this dull burg, so that I could get a good job and provide for her future and mine. The problem with that... well, the problem is that I just don't have time for dating anymore. Up until a week ago I hadn't had sex in a solid two years, leastwise with someone I cared about, and I found myself growing a little more anxious every day as my job continued to devour the dwindling years of my youth. Fast forward to one week ago. I had done a fine job of keeping my hands swift and unarousing during my shower, and I had dressed and gotten to work without any problems at all. By this point in my life I had stopped wearing hosiery and seldom was the time that my red/gray/green business skirt concealed a pair of panties, as I had made it a point to do whatever I could to ease my bodily wants so that I wouldn't sink down into the depression of physical loneliness. I had worn thongs for a while, but I never quite found the liking for them... and I had become rather adept at taking care of myself beneath my desk in my office, or wherever that god-forsaken urge would strike me... usually in the middle of something important. Often was the time when my assistant Leah would have to take over one of our weekly associate meetings while I walked down the hall to my office, in those tall heels that hurt my feet only enough to take some of the savor out of the stares my still-shapely bottom drew from the boys. Inevitably I would end up sitting in my cushy little roller-chair with the door locked and two fingers buried in my naked cunt, my radio turned up to drown out the soft moans that I couldn't hold back, and my left hand pinching at my rigid pink nipples through the thin fibers of my work shirt. By the time I'd finished, my whole office smelled of sex... and the process would begin all over again. That fateful Tuesday was different in only one respect. On that day, one week ago, I had my radio way up and my fingers...well... much the same way. I was so into the pleasure of masturbating at work that I didn't hear the doorknob turning... didn't see the light peeking into my office until it was too late. Leah's mouth hung open in the middle of some word that hadn't had time to form, her twenty-two year old cheeks aflame with the blush of learning something... provocative. I just stared. I stared until she turned to rush back out the door. I stared until the reality of what had just happened hit me like a right hook. "Leah," I cried, staying the hand of my young apprentice, "wait, please, let me..." Let me what? Let me explain that I had been caught getting myself off during a staff meeting? I knew that I was just stalling, but I had to keep her from leaving my office until I could figure things out. I stood on shaky knees so that my skirt could fall back over my still-wanting lips, terrified that the redhead might bolt at any moment. Her hand hesitated at the doorknob. Shook a little. "Leah, please, I'm begging you. I need this job, please don't tell anyone..." I couldn't believe the way my voice sounded, so pathetic, so whiny, as I took her arm and begged her to stay and listen. "Let me explain, Leah..." Leah spun around to face me, her eyes slightly wide, her breathing rapid. "I'm sorry Samantha, I didn't know... it's okay, really. I won't tell anyone, I promise." The words tumbled forth from between her painted lips in such a rush that I had barely understood them before she was gone, leaving me to stand stupidly in my office and consume myself with worry. If she told one of the owners about this, she could easily get me fired for violations of conduct. Although I knew Leah to be an honest, hard working girl, I also knew that this encounter put her in a position of great power over me, and all because I had forgotten to lock one stupid door! I knew this was Jorge's fault, somehow, I just hadn't worked out the logic of it yet. Obviously I wasn't able to finish my business, and so it was with incredible trepidation that I composed myself and returned, somewhat shakily, to the staff meeting in the foyer. My presence hadn't really been missed, as Leah was doing her job as my assistant quite professionally... although I noticed that she didn't once look me in the eye until about two minutes before closing time. I was put off by the silent treatment, but this was largely due to my fear of the choices she might make, choices that could easily cost me my job, my reputation, my whole life. By the time I arrived home that evening, I was a nervous wreck. I half expected to check my answering machine to hear the gentlemanly voice of Alan Sexton, the owner of the bank, or to hear Leah's crystalline tone, explaining how my actions had earned a nice fat pink slip. To heap irritation onto that, I had been far too worked up by this nasty business to finish getting myself off for the day. I could almost hear my vagina asking what the hell my problem was as I let myself in the side door of my dinky one-car garage, which of course was occupied by Terra's monstrous SUV. At least I was comforted by the knowledge that I was going to get to spend some quality time with my baby girl that evening. Since she turned that magical, nightmarish age of eighteen, she and I hadn't spent a great deal of time in each other's presence. I tried not to let it bother me, but... she's a sensitive girl, so she picked up on my moods pretty quickly. Together, we had worked out a schedule that would allow us to start spending at least one day a week doing girl stuff together and just generally hanging out. Tonight's agenda included a stop at the movies to see the latest in Hollywood buffoonery, supper at a place of Terra's choosing, and a video game rental (her idea, believe me) so that she could have something to do in the morning when I left for work again. I stopped by the phone and checked my answering machine in short order, and was relieved to hear that only my mother and older brother had called while I'd been away, along with the usual assortment of Terra's friends. With the weight of impending unemployment temporarily lifted from my shoulders, I visited the bathroom, kicked off my shoes, and headed straightway into my bedroom for a change of clothes. Terra's room lay just to the right of mine, and I would have said hello had her door not been locked. My heart sank just a little, but I went along my way without a further thought about it. My taste for drama and concern had been thoroughly slaked that day, thank you very much. Before long, a simple, yet comfortable, teal bathrobe replaced my business skirtsuit and I sank down into my absolute favorite chair, a foofy violet settee that is horribly out of place with the rest of the decor, sighing as the day fled before me. Now that I was back in my element I loosened up a little bit, even going so far as to sip a little bit of scotch so that I could relax. Before long at all my body had reminded me of the halfway care I had given it earlier, and my long, creamy-skinned right leg found itself draped over the cushioned arm of the chair. I wasn't looking for a perfect orgasm... just a little release... and had no intention of being there for more than a few minutes. A soft cry of pleasure echoed against the walls of my bedroom. The only odd thing about that was that... I had yet to begin taking care of myself. I listened again, eyebrows arched, and within a moment I heard it again. A high-pitched giggle that dripped with a hint of Spanish accent... coming from my daughter's room. I grinned despite myself, as I considered what must have been going on in there. Surely, I thought, she's growing up on me. I didn't think anything else of it, until a different sort of sound joined in with that milky-sweet voice. Slowly I crept my way to the wall and pressed my ear against it, both curious and concerned about what might be going on behind my daughter's door. "Ooh," my daughter's voice purred, through the wall, "yeah... eat me, Hunter, mm-hm..." I caught my breath. Reeled back from the wall, my hand held over my hammering heart. A half-dozen emotions roared through my already too sensitive mind; hurt that my daughter had brought her boyfriend Hunter home behind my back, worry that they might be having real sex and the natural fear of what might come of it at her age, irritation that my daughter would get physical with a boy under my roof... but...there was something else, too. Something darker, forbidden, a thought that teased my mind just as I had been about to tease my body. I could hear Hunter's voice grunting, the light, but distinct, sound of a boy's lips popping and slurping... he was really going down on her. And from the sighs and squeals my daughter produced, I could tell that she was loving every second of it. I should have bolted. I should have gotten dressed and left the house, the state, the country. But that dark thought, that naughty, secret hunger, prevailed against my better judgment. Moving swiftly, I pulled my favorite chair against the wall so that my head pointed directly towards Terra's room, and threw off my teal bathrobe with a flourish. My nipples stood firmly out from my lightly tanned breasts, solid little pink rosebuds against the swell of my bosom that I pulled, stroked, and tweaked in delight. I could still hear Hunter licking my daughter's pussy, and their impassioned cries filled my mind with nasty, naughty images that both repulsed and intrigued me. I could almost see his blonde mane bobbing up and down between Terra's muscular legs, my daughter's fingers digging into his scalp as she ground her cunt against his lips and face. I imagined how his tongue caressed her slit, how his great big cock bulged against his jeans, screaming to be thrust into her hot little hole again and again. My fingers didn't waste any time in streaming down my sweating body, tickling my navel for a bare instant before sweeping downwards and into my greasy, wet pussy lips. My tongue danced within my mouth and along my lipstick smeared lips, mimicking the tongue that I so desperately wanted to kiss... first one finger, then two, slipped between my feminine folds to fill my hungry cunny, and it fed greedily upon them, pulling them in and out, sucking them just like Hunter was sucking my daugther's nubile pussy. My hips rose and fell in a hotly erotic dance of unimaginable lust. I just knew that Hunter's hand had fallen to the front of his jeans, pressing and rubbing against that bulging cock, and I wanted nothing more than to take down his zipper and taste it for myself. The longer I lay there rubbing my burning, greedy pussy, the harder I had to fight the urge to key open Terra's door and join them, to watch him plunge his tongue into my daughter's pussy and -maybe, oh maybe- to watch him lathe all over her tight, sexy ass. I loved to watch a man eat a girl's ass on videotape, and I knew that I would love watching Hunter flick his tongue all over Terra's little round hole in real life. I imagined his massive, college wrestler's body lying upon her pink, frilly bed, her hips straddling his face as he tongued her dripping wet snatch into a frenzy. I saw in my mind's eye that his member was freed of its denim prison and I saw myself taking that huge, pulsing shaft into my mouth, ringing all around his glistening head with my ravenous tongue as I swallowed every last white hot inch of that cock. My fingers worked furiously inside of my sopping pussy, sweat pouring from my brow as my fantasy continued, urged on by the desperate cries of pure sex from next door. I cried out when the heel of my hand pushed against my elongated clit, and for a moment I feared that they had heard me, as Terra's voice stopped whimpering almost instantly. I sat, frozen in a panic that only seemed to heighten the strange, sexy feeling dominating my senses, until I heard his voice again. Only this time it was Hunter who moaned and grunted, and my daughter who seemed slent... Oh my... she's got him in her mouth right now... that was it. I couldn't stand it anymore... my skilled fingertips played my cunt like a virtuoso on a violin, each stroke a masterpiece, each thrust of my three fingers a blissful agony. I held my breath, my head pounding, my heart hammering, my hips rocking against the soft violet of my chair, grinding my free-flowing juices into the cloth. I was so close to orgasm that I could think of nothing besides my spasming pussy, the tangy girl oil that trickled down and lubricated my ass hole, the slurping of Terra's mouth against Hunter's aching love muscle. Until I heard him come. His voice broke in the familiar, choppy cry that is the male orgasm, and the images of my sweet little daughter sucking him off, combined with the insatiable lust I had sparked off at work, drove me over the edge of ecstasy. My raging hands stroked and thumbed my horny pussy without mercy, abusing the limits of its endurance until my body shattered with an orgasm the likes of which I hadn't experience in many a long year I screamed out as I came, each orgasm melting into the next, my whole body ablaze with absolute, untained sex. I fucked myself with a vicious, primal fury until my muscles simply gave out and I dropped into my favorite chair, horrified and delighted by what had just transpired. "Oh my god," I heard myself whispering , "oh my god..." I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had just eavesdropped on my own daughter and her boyfriend, and I had masturbated... no, that word isn't strong enough. I had fucked the hell out of myself to a fantasy involving my child and her boyfriend... I heard all those words flowing through my exhausted mind... pervert, voyeur, sex-fiend... but I didn't care. I didn't care, because... deep in the darkest, most animalistic parts of my mind, I wanted more, so much more. I knew that I was going to love living dangerously once again. Things were going to change in my life... I wasn't going to sit and wait for someone to come along and rescue me. I knew that things could only change if I took control... and they did... so much so that I just can't wait to tell you about what happened on Wednesday. Of Tuesday Ch. 02 This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance between living people and the characters here portrayed is purely coincidental. I appreciate the great feedback I've received from readers, though I thought I should place this disclaimer to clear up the confusion over the nature of the first story. I'm a twenty something man, and Samantha is a creature of fiction. I apologize for the lull between the first and second entries of this story, and I hope this helps make up for it! Thank you all for reading, and remember, I adore comments and feedback of all types! – Gabriel Part 2: Recollections of Introspection Terra and I spent our girls' night together, just as planned, despite the heavy thoughts that so thickly saturated my hyperstimulated mind. With the onset of night my newfound personal willpower and blazing desire to return to my independent roots had flickered like television audience attention at a State of the Union address, and my indiscretion weighed heavily upon mind. Throughout the entire movie I grappled with those mocking words, pervert, sicko, freak, and so forth, to the point that Terra inquired often into the state of my health. I brushed her concerns off with a weak story about a headache, but I knew better than to believe that a girl of her empathetic qualities would believe me. She could sense a bad mood like a shark can sense blood in the water, and, unfortunately for me at the time, it was her instinct to track down and attack at the source. After the uninspiring drudgery of the movie, Terra and I were off to enjoy a nice, tranquil supper under the low-hanging rafters of a local Italian institution which, out of respect for the owner and his wonderful family, I'll leave anonymous. It was there that I hoped to forget at least a portion of my inexorable troubles, tucked away in some comfy corner of the ostensibly quiet, out of the way establishment. Through either the machinations of fate or a simple stroke of honest-to-goodness dumb luck, Terra and I were led to our seats by the most delightful, perhaps even delectable, man on the payroll. This dime-a-dozen waiter came across as a kindly fellow, young and handsome, the kind of man that you just want to keep in your pocket so you can pull him out and play with him every once in a while. A faceless, needless John... I hope I that I have no need of informing you that my skirted legs crossed in a hurry. Terra's eyebrow arched as she caught me looking at him. "No offense, Mom, but he's probably too young for you," she observed, though giving him an examination of her own as he walked away. "He's probably dumb. Lookit, the way he swings his shoulders. He moves like he thinks he's the biggest, strongest person here." Her dark chocolate eyes glittered with interest, I suppose due to this sparkling opportunity to showcase how learned she had become in the ways of men. "Hunter does the same thing, and... well... he's not exactly brilliant." I considered this, as it was a most valid point in all respects, well rounded and dignified, just long enough to fire back with my own, somewhat less well-advised, point. "Honey, he's a boy," I said in a low tone, "he doesn't have to be all that smart to have a nice butt." Terra giggled. "Mom, you're warping my mind with that talk." She looked over her shoulder, wisps of fluffy brown hair spilling over her bare shoulders like a rain of delicious dark chocolate. "He does have a nice butt, though. For a guy." Soon after that brief foray into our playful sides, the subject matter changed between Terra and myself. We spoke of school and grades, of the hopelessly dull movie through which he had endured, of music and politics and pretty much anything else that we could come up with in the semi-darkness of that lovely bistro. Silence descended upon us like a deepening tide as we enjoyed our orders of ziti and manicotti with alfredo sauce, dragging along with it the perverse demons with which my mind had been wrestling all night. I stole a glance at Terra now and again, if only to provide reassurance that my mood hadn't conveyed itself to her as well as I thought it would. I had no desire to speak to my daughter of this particular bit of madness, as I'm sure she had misgivings of explaining herself to me. In that respect, I was just about as wrong a person can possibly be. "Mom," her voice rose from across the table, "what's wrong? You looked sort of... reflective." "Hm?" The utterance escaped my lips before the thought to play dumb had even formulated within my mind. "Oh, it's... nothing, honey. I was just thinking." "About what?" "Stuff." "What stuff?" "Terra..." "C'mon, Mom, who am I gonna tell?" Terra scooted her chair around until she sat next to me, giving me a playful nudge in the process. "Hey. You always make me tell you what's wrong." A short, meaningless sigh was my answer... or rather, the herald to an oncoming answer. "Terra, what would you say if I... started seeing people again?" I asked the question in a timid voice, certainly not the fiery, determined voice that had rung in my head after my immorally conceived climax earlier. Terra, for her part, simply looked at me as if I had sprouted another head. "I'd be happy for you, just so long as none of them are freaks or something. You don't have to ask my permission to date, Mom." My daughter's head tilted just a little. "Is that what's been bothering you all night long?" "Well... no, not exactly," I replied, a half-truth for certain, but not quite a lie. "Then what is it?" "I just miss my old life, Terra. But don't misunderstand, I love you and I love the way things have turned out. It's just that... when I was just a little older than you, I felt like I was free. Now I feel..." I couldn't believe what I was saying. But no sooner than I had opened my mouth did those pent-up words come tumbling out, and once the flow had begun it was like a raging torrent of flood-swelled water. "... I feel constrained. And lonely, in a way." When Terra heard the word 'lonely' it was as if a light bulb had clicked on in her head. "Oh, I see. And that's why your looking at the waiter earlier." She bit her lip, eyes cast to one side as she mulled over my formerly hidden quandry. "I definitely think you should start dating again. But... you need to wear your hair down instead of in that braid you always wear. I'll tell you what... we're about the same size, right?" I laughed. It was true that Terra and I were almost exactly the same insubstantial height, but my body could never find a niche in the same class as my daughter's... not to say that I am overweight, but I have a bit of winter insulation, while even the staunchest diet-guru would be hard pressed to locate any excess on Terra's slinky figure. I'll admit to slacking somewhat on my excercises as my job became more time-consuming, but at least part of it can be blamed on not being twenty anymore. "Terra, honey, you're in much better shape than me," I said, another half-truth, but I was feeling self-conscious. Terra just shook her head. "No, not really. I'm a few pounds lighter, yeah, but I'm sure I've got some clothes that you can borrow. When we get home, I'll show you what I mean." The rest of the meal passed in a manner that is neither all that interesting nor particularly relevant to the story. We changed the subject to discuss our dim-witted President and his illustrious panel of lackluster political opponents, and by the time we'd finished with that song and dance the check had come and we felt no particular need to stay. As we walked out I noticed our waiter giving a long, lusty look at Terra's pert little ass, and I couldn't help but feel just the slightest touch of envy. The little bastard could have at least given me a glance. After a quick stop at Video Six for a rental of the latest game that fails to live up to Pac-Man, we headed home. Despite my daughter's assurances that everything would, in fact, be okay, I found myself grappling with a slight sense of apprehension when I crossed the threshold into my den. Terra was already dragging me to her room, and the truth of the matter is that I feared nothing more than to go in there and start to think about listening in on her and Hunter again. "Okay, Mom," she spoke softly, as if sensing my trepidation on the matter, "take off that jacket while I find you something blue. I think I've got a top that was a little bit loose on me... somewhere..." I couldn't help but smile as I slid my unimpressive green jacket from my shoulders. Though Terra possessed a streak of brilliance that could carry her through her classes without the slightest hint of effort, she remained one of the most strikingly disorganized people I'd ever met. It was an endearing trait, in a way. In school she was a lazy autumn breeze wafting from course to course; at home she was a spring tornado with a taste for books and paper. "Here we go," she announced as her rummaging paid off in the form of a deep cerulean, very casual shirt with those darling three-quarter length sleeves and a modest neck-cut that would, at best, provide a clear glance at the wearer's clavicle. I rubbed the material between my index fingers and thumbs, grinning lightly at the smooth texture of velvet beneath the tips. My Terra certainly had good taste. "Okay, Mami," she grinned, dropping into the use of Spanish pet names for heaven knows what reason, "take off you clothes, and try this on. Hurry up! I need to find the skirt that goes with it." I hesitated. Somehow, the thought of baring my body before Terra struck me as taboo, after having brought myself off by listening to her swap oral sex with Hunter. I felt... dirty, really. The dark thoughts that had driven and consoled me up until then seemed to be on a lunch break, as I could find no redeeming value in stripping down in front of my Terra... nevermind the fact that I hadn't the slightest shade of panties beneath my skirt. Simply standing near her bed lit a fire in my belly, a fire that had infinite potential to spark off an inferno in my wanton womanhood. What would she think of her mother, then? I felt words sliding up my throat, a denial, surely an excuse for remaining clad and doing some housework instead. "Sure honey, just a second." Just a second? I was horrified... that was most certainly not a denial! No longer did I have the option of backing out of this, as I had just given verbal consent to my eldest daughter on the matter. My dignity, even the shadow of parental authority, stood in dire jeopardy! Or perhaps it didn't... but for some reason, those were the ideas that struck me in shortest order. I felt just the slightest, fleeting tingle flowing along the surface of my skin as my hands began to busy themselves with slipping my shirt up and over my head, leaving my hair a fluffy, wispy halo around my eyes. The braid came loose, and somehow the feel of those well-conditioned locks cascading down my back heightened the rising excitement at what I was doing. My notions of decency fled before a colossal flood of self-confidence, fueled in a thousand ways by the thoughts of how I could at last begin to reclaim my love for life, how I would soon rekindle my passion for the things I had left behind. The cool air felt fabulous against my exposed breasts, illiciting almost instantly the delicious sensations of my rosy-colored nipples elongating, growing rigid. "Mom," I heard the voice as if it was a part of a waking dream, "hey Mom! You're spacing out on me, Mami." I blinked. "Oh," came the brilliant murmur, "I'm sorry. I was just thinking of..." "The waiter?" Terra glanced down at my attentive nipples and back up into my eyes, grinning out of the side of her mouth. "That's why we're here. I found the skirt, so hurry up!" I smiled, giving her a quiet apology. I had come that far, and so I knew there was no reason to continue holding myself back. I reached down and tugged upon my own skirt, wiggling just so that my generous hips could slip free of the suddenly meaningless piece of material. The air that had felt so good against my chest felt positively amazing against my tingling center, and the thought struck me that there was no way I'd be getting to bed without visiting the shower head for a while that night. Another thought followed within a bare instant of the first, the notion of just how wickedly erotic it would be if I sent Terra away for a few hours, locked myself in her room, and fucked myself like a madwoman. To lie upon her bed, enveloped in vivid recollections of lust between Terra and Hunter... fantasy consumed me, and would have done a brilliant job of embarassing me had I not chanced a glance into her closet. My eyes cleared. Terra and I practically shared a closet, as our separate rooms gave up a great deal of their former size to an expanded den. A sudden flash of memory flooded into my sex-soaked brain, the recollection that those two closets had once been a single unit before the need for space drove our ever-efficient contractors to split that entire room into two seperate bedrooms. "Here you go," Terra announced, derailing my deviant train of thought as she tossed to me a skirt that looked a good two inches shorter than I those I normally wore. I held the garment up to the light, admiring the swirling pattern of midnight blue lines lazing all around the secretive ebon of the material. I stepped into it without hesitation, admiring the softness of its inner lining for a moment before donnning the shirt as well, and laughing as the velvet stretched to accomodate my winter insulation. Terra examined me from head to toe, noting the lovely coincidence of my casual heels' matching the outfit. I could see a slight sense of admiration glittering in her eyes as she led me to her armoir mirror. "Look at you, Mom," she directed me without any particular need, "in a suit you look... uptight. With that long skirt you were wearing, not a soul on the planet could tell that you hadn't been wearing underwear," - dammit, she had seen - "but look. This outfit hugs your curves and accentuates them, instead of hiding them. Now, brush out your hair, and you'll be a knockout!" I smiled, despite myself. I loved how my breasts looked all bundled up in that shirt, but didn't openly display the hardness of my nipples. I looked... maybe not younger, but most certainly more alluring, and I definitely felt younger. "Thank you, Terra," I laughingly said, "I feel free already." I kissed her cheek and gave her hair a ruffle in the way that she had always hated as a kid. She gave my arm a swat before returning the hug. "Now, I've got some housework I really need to do, hon, so you can play your game, or whatever." Housework - my ass! I was headed straight for my closet to do a bit of reconnaisance. Terra laughed as if she knew better. She probably did... my daughter is brilliant that way. I had the next two days, Wednesday and Thursday, off from work. I called in anyway, to make certain that my particular brand of services wouldn't be required, and was informed by Domino (not his real name of course) that I needn't come in, but should keep my cell phone on in case things got sticky. I inquired as to why things 'might get sticky' and was told to my great surprise that my assistant Leah had called in sick to work that day. A hundred potential reasons for it passed through my mind, not one of which suggested any illness on her part, but I put those nightmares to bed in a hurry. I thanked Domino and hung up the house phone at exactly seven-sixteen o'clock in the morning. The previous night had unlocked within me a patient, analytical, and more than a bit diabolical outlook on preparation. I had meticulously researched each and every aspect of what I planned to do, as well as studying my closet to delightful effect. In order to prevent a costly rebuild of the former large closet, a sheet of thin chipwood paneling had been installed to split it right down the center and form two smaller 'there's no way you're walking in' closets. When the outer doors were shut, one couldn't tell the difference at all, but when those closet doors stood open, I could hear with some clarity the things that went on in my daughter's room next door. My plan carried along with it the same sort of simplicity, and much of the logic, behind a television cartoon. Terra departed for school every weekday morning at about eight-thirty in the morning, at which time I could generally be found shuffling papers at First and Trust Bank. I waited for her to leave, bidding her an affectionate farewell at the door as was the norm on my off days, and spent the next hour or so enjoying a fresh cup of french roast coffee, stretching, or reading the newspaper at varying intervals. The seconds ticked by like seconds that won't hurry the hell up and tick by, but I retained my composure and held my patience firmly in control. I wanted to give her enough time to be in class before I went about my clandestine agenda, as the last thing - the very last thing - I wanted was for her to decide to ditch class and discover my dark and very secret fetish. At nine-thirty I headed into the closet with a small bag of tricks at my side. I worked swiftly to drill a silver dollar-sized hole in that flimsy wooden paneling, employing my lackluster carpentry skills at their absolute peak of mediocrity, so that a suitable view could be acquired from one end of Terra's room to the other. Above this hole I pinned a brown sock of tones closely matching the panelling itself, so that it could drape down and obscure the opening when not in use. The closet lacked lighting on either side, and so the sock may well have been moot, but I wasn't taking any chances. I certainly didn't want my daughter to find the last of my modifications and get the wrong impression. I worked like a woman possessed so that within minutes, I had my video camera rigged perfectly into the closet. The television set in my room I connected by cables to the recorder, and... I'm sure I don't have to go into an excruciating amount of detail about what I'd done and would do with that. I knew very well, having thought over my daughter's behavior over the last several weeks, that she and Hunter had probably had sex more than once in that room, and I was willing to take a chance that they were doing it fairly often... at least enough to placate my newfound tastes. I checked and rechecked to make certain that the video feed functioned the way I had planned, and made several trips into Terra's room on inspection of the new hole in the wall. The camera lens, though slightly visible in direct light, blended well into the caliginous belly of the closet. I was set. All that I had to do was wait, and enjoy the forbidden fruits of my labor. I smiled at my untapped resourcefulness, laughing inwardly at just how forcefully I had embraced the perverted longings of the night before. Hunter visited our house that evening. Upon learning this I made a point to order a sumptuous banquet of Chinese food, which I knew to be to his and Terra's tastes, and so I spent supper trying to steal glances at him while making the most innocent small talk. He was such a striking fellow... hair like bitter cocoa of the darkest seed, eyes that could consume a person's soul within their deepening, black voids, and a body upon which I could iron a shirt. He spoke little of his wrestling, being the modest type, although I asked quite a bit on the subject when Terra excused herself to the bathroom. If that young man knew just why I was so interested in his deltoids and gludes, he might have been more inclined to talk. He and Terra retired to her room about ten seconds after I took to cleaning up our mess of greasy white and red boxes. I waited for a few minutes before going into my own room and locking the door, desiring no excuse for their suspicions. Butterflies churned in my stomach as I set the equipment to run and stretched out on my settee, eyes fixed upon the screen. Of Tuesday Ch. 02 For the longest time, nothing happened. They chatted, she strummed her guitar a bit, and took turns playing that silly game she'd rented the night before. I felt ridiculous all of a sudden, sitting there in my loose teal bathrobe, as if all of my effort had been for naught. I sighed, and flipped through an adult magazine, which I had considerately supplied for myself, bored to madness with what was on the screen. I don't know how long it was before I glanced up at the television. Maybe fifteen minutes, and by then I was into my reading enough that my robe had dropped open to allow my hands free access to my disappointed body. I wouldn't have looked up at all, were it not for a subtle popping sound that slipped through the paneling. I looked up to the screen, expecting to see them playing more of that game and nothing else. I found myself sitting up in quite a hurry, just in time to see my daughter's firm young breasts spilling out from under her rolled up shirt, her head thrown back and her boyfriend's face nestled against them. The magazine fell to the floor, forgotten in an instant; this is what I had worked to see! I watched him kiss her fleshy globes in neat circles, avoiding her dark brown nipples until her hand latched onto the back of his head and guided him there. His lips curcled around each of the sweet umber fruits as he kissed, licked, and nibbled until they stood proudly, glistening with his saliva. Hunter buried his cleanshaven face against Terra's neck, but her hand clapped over his before he could reach down to unbutton her shorts. "Baby, we can't," I heard her trembling voice through the wall, "Mom's right next door." My heart sank. Fuck! I hadn't given up hope quite yet, though, as I sprinted on silent feet to my bathroom and turned the shower on full blast. I knew that they could hear the water hammering against the shower wall, and I returned to my settee just in time to see her simple denim shorts sliding down those long, supple legs. Success! My mouth watered at the vision of her sopping wet panties, not so much for them, but for what I knew Hunter would do once he got them off. He followed the shorts down her legs, leaving a trail of gentle kisses behind. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and I caught my breath when he stripped off his t-shirt to reveal the chiseled physique of an athlete. Terra's naked chest heaved at the sight of him, and when they embraced to kiss it was without decorum or hesitation. He lay upon her, sucking upon her tongue, her lips, her chin, whatever his ravenous mouth could find... how I wished it was me, instead of Terra, whose hard nippes mashed against his steel-hard chest, whose legs wrapped around his fantastic ass! My heart thudded against my chest, and I allowed myself to tease my own exposed orbs. I bit my lip against the delicious pain of pulling my nipples, pinching them... oh, yes, this was exactly as I had envisioned it! On the screen, Terra and Hunter had begun to make out in earnest. Passionate kisses fell all over their faces. Clothes were shed... Terra's panty-clad pussy humped against Hunter's jeans with animalistic fervor. I shivered in expectation, nerves pushed to the edge with the understanding that I was about to watch my daughter fuck this man-beast's sizzling hot body into submission. I tingled with excitement, but still, I forced my hungry pussy to be patient. Terra had bent double over her single-sized bed by now, her lean muscles trembling all over as Hunter eased her translucent panties down to the floor, tugging upon them when they caught for a second between her dripping wet pussy lips. He observed her womanhood for a moment, peaking both my daughter's and my own needful lust before licking an agonizingly slow trail up her inner thigh. Terra gasped, but the jerk of her hips did nothing more than drive him on, and he gave her waiting slit a long swipe of his tongue. I caught my breath. He was going to eat her, devour her sopping pussy from behind, and I couldn't wait. I slipped out of my teal robe, just loving the way the open air felt against my devious flesh. I could hear Terra sighing in pleasure as he licked her out. Her tight, teenaged ass bounced up and down as her hips struggled to hang on to his flicking tongue. I reached down between my legs and cautiosly rubbed my own heady slit, drawing out my lips to their fullest, enticing all sorts of sensations of masturbation to the surface. On the television screen, Hunter had plunged two slick fingers into Terra's glistening hole, penetrating her with deft fingertips that brought delighted squeals from between her lips. I thought it couldn't get any better, until I saw him lean in once again to slide his tongue along her juicy box... except, he kept going. Up and along, his tongue wiggling against her perineum and still further until... until... I couldn't believe my eyes! Hunter was eating Terra's ass and loving it! I nearly lost it. Before I knew what I was doing my first two fingers slid deeply into my moist folds, jerking back and forth and curling at the tips to swipe my most sensitive areas. Little bolts of lightning shot up and down my body as he ate her sweet young asshole out, but somehow I restrained myself from coasting directly into my blooming orgasm. I rubbed all along my vulva and plump thighs, teasing, stimulating my horny cunt only when I felt my desire ebb. I knew better than that; now was the time to play, to abuse my pussy until it pled with me for sweet relief. Sex devoured me as I longed to devour it! My Terra, on the other hand, had no such restraint. Her hips bucked against Hunter's face, smearing pussy juice all over him just as she sang the cacophonic notes of orgasm; her whining cries set my heart racing as I watched him tongue her backside, thrusting her ass as if his tongue was a hot, throbbing hard-on until she came down at last, her fingers wringing the dust out of her bedsheets. "Oh, god," I heard her moan, "get the bag. You nasty little boy, you... get the bag." I tilted my head, my sexual fantasy swerving into sudden, inexplicable curiosity. Hunter crossed the room without question, even though I could plainly see his jeans struggling to contain his hard-on, and picked up a small black sack which he carried straightaway to my daughter, who had seated herself upon the bed. She held her chin high, legs crossed and rocking in a spoiled princess sort of way. Her palms pressed against the bed as she sat in wait, and though playfulness dominated her appearance I could detect just a hint of danger in her smile. Something was up, and I had to find out what. Hunter returned to my daughter's side, bending at the knees to kneel before her. I half expected her to part her deliciously curved thighs and beg for his lips to tittilate her bare slit again, and yet such was not the case. The young man held up that mysterious black bag, keeping his head down as if serving himself to some tyrannical Amazonian queen. "Good boy. Now show me what you're hiding behind that zipper," Terra demanded. She unzipped the black bag, her eyes following every movement of her boyfriend's hands. I stared into the screen, waiting for that undoubtedly monstrous cock to spring forth and fill up my TV. He worked loose the button of his fly, and took down the golden zipper tooth by tooth by horrible tooth. "Oh, god," I murmured, mesmerized at the sight of his cleanly shaved member. His loins were beautiful in their hideousness, the essence of a man indeed, and I craved to take them into my mouth. Terra smiled, reaching out to casually tug upon him until there was no doubt as to the fullness of his erection. "Lie on my bed, you dirty bastard," Terra purred in a voice that was positively dripping sex, "you're mine now. And I don't want you getting away." From the depths of the bag she produced four - I counted - sets of handcuffs, lying each beside the next. "Get up here, right now." To say that I was most intrigued would be like saying that, at the moment, my pussy was a little moist. I looked on with wide eyes, nervousness and excitement coupled with shock at the way my innocent daughter talked to her apparent slave, Hunter. He lay without question upon her bed, giving me a full view of his deliciously hard body and even harder cock. I purred along with Terra, who let not a moment slip by in which she didn't talk dirty to him. She leaned down, fire in her eyes as she kissed the tip of his dick, and then moved to cuff his wrist to the bedpost. He didn't struggle, especially when she returned to his groin and licked a slow, wet line down his shaft, before cuffing his other hand. Two more times she did this, until all four of Hunter's limbs were securely bound to my daughter's heavy bedframe. "Now you're all mine," she cooed, amid a trail of kisses that led impatiently to his lips, "except," another kiss, a slow, loving embrace, "you can see." He didn't resist her delicate hands as they wrapped a tight black cloth around his eyes, blindfolding him as skillfully as if she'd done it a thousand times. I smiled. This was so incredibly fucking hot. "Now," she purred, "do you want to me to suck your cock," this while sliding her glorious nudity atop his stone-chiseled belly, "or jack you off... or... do you just want to fuck me?" Terra wiggled her hips, her legs spreading so that the warmth of her cunt against his bare stomach had to be driving him crazy. "I just want your pussy, mistress, please, I beg you," he groaned, his voice rising as her pussy slid down to the crest of his abdomen. Her lips and teeth clamped onto his golden nipples, and she licked them all over before descending again to take his cock against her lips. Her tongue darted out to flick his head while her gentle hand worked up and down his throbbing shaft, until he groaned with pleasure. "All right, bitch. I'm a kind mistress." I slid off of my settee, falling onto my knees in front of the television. I couldn't believe what a minx my daughter had become! So powerful, so sexy in her authority... I caught myself staring at her, instead of Hunter, and quickly dashed that thought out of my mind. My fingers found my wanton pussy again as I watched her straddle him, ease herself down upon his beautiful cock. Her head fell back almost instantly... and I needed something more. Frantically I fumbled in search of my modest flesh-colored dildo, and held it up in front of the screen. I sucked its firmness into my mouth, my tongue laving all over it to get it nice and wet. I heard Terra beginning to moan her pleasure, but not a sound of Hunter's voice. I didn't care. I went down again to my knees, straddling the glistening dildo, gasping as my cunt lips stretched to encompass its girth. Steadying it with one hand, I began to rock, watching my daughter's sleek ass bouncing upon Hunter's spear and trying my best to keep rhythm with her. I wanted to be her. I wanted that boy so badly that I could taste him. In my mind the thick dildo became Hunter's manhood, and I drove it deeply into myself. I watched Terra's tits jiggle above him and saw myself there instead, pulling his hot mouth against my nipples. I whimpered and moaned like a Banshee along with her, hoping to mask my voice but not really caring all that much if they heard. At last I fell back onto my ass, my head tossed back and my fingers torturing my clit, my needy, hungry clit. My hips danced, bucked upwards, muscles tightening into steely knots. I caught my breath. Thrust the dildo in, deeper, and deeper. My whole body froze, my climax roaring over me at last as I fucked that dick, fucked my fingers, and desperately fucked the air. It went on and on, my skilled fingertips playing my clitoris into a cluster of small, sensual orgasms, my cunt struggling to force the dildo out and my hand thusting that much harder, until I dropped to the floor at last in the throes of a massive, climactic orgasm. It was so hot, watching my beautiful daughter ride Hunter, her panties stuffed into his mouth and his restrained muscles pumping. On the screen, my baby was giving it everything she had, but I could tell that she was spent, too, when she fell almost fully forward atop her boyfriend's chest, panting and gasping, whispering. How beautiful it was... so delightful to see the way she clung to him. I envied her with such ferocity in that moment that I could have cried, had I the energy. I guess I fell asleep for a minute. The next words I heard, and the words that are most pivotal to my recollection, rose like fragrant perfume from Terra's lips. "Oh, fuck! The keys aren't in the bag!"