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Oh Mom

By: vishmech



I am a mature young man, Tom aged 18 yrs. I live with my mom alone together in our farm house which is few miles away from city. I can't forget that day when dad shows us the door of our home. From that day we live in our farm house.

Mom is a hard worker and provides well for us. She works in a private firm. At 36 she still looked amazing tall for a female at 5'8" with medium-length brown hair. Her cup size is 36D. Overall my mom is smoking hot.

I woke up one spring morning, with the sun shining into my room. It was early still, which was good, because it really meant that winter was on its way out. It was getting warmer. Most of the snow was gone as I looked out the window while dressing. Then I ambled downstairs to the kitchen.

I moved up behind mom at the stove and leaned down and bussed her neck. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Mom said.

"Very Good morning, mother."

"Want some coffee, babe?"

"That sounds wonderful." I told her.

"What are your plans today, Christopher?" she asked.

"Well, nothing special mom but some routine work in farm" I replied.

She served me my breakfast and asked, "Do you want some help? I am wide open this week".

"That would be great mom, it'll do you some good to get out and you know how much I love spending time with my favorite lady."

"I love you so much, Honey. You are the best son that a mother could have." She said fiercely.

After finishing our work in farm, we ate our lunches and lay back on a blanket enjoying the mild spring day sunshine.

Mom looked over at me, "Dear, are you lonely out here?"

"What do you mean, Mom? I am not alone, I'm with you."

"No, honey, what I mean is don't you miss having a girlfriend around. I mean you've been stuck out here on the 'back-forty' with me for nearly six months now." She replied.

"Nah, it was never like that, mom".

"Mother, are you lonely?" I asked her.

She shyly looked down at the ground, "Sometimes I miss the male 'companionship' if you know what I mean."

She looked over at me and smiled, and reached her hand over and caressed my unshaven cheek and asked me to shave at list once in a week.

She leaned over closer to me and then slowly brought her sweet lips to mine and lightly kissed me on the mouth, and then we rode back to the house, quiet in our own thoughts, but enjoying the closeness of being together.

As soon as we reached home mom shot back. "My feet are sore and tired after all day in the saddle with boots on." 

So I lift her in my arms and we lead to her bedroom. I spent fifteen minutes rubbing her feet and then moved up each leg to her calves. She groaned and sank deeper into the bed. 

My eyes moved from long legs to my mother's face. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling in the light of the fire as she looked at my face.

"Come here, darling, come here, my darling." She said huskily.

I moved up beside her, looking down on the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen.

"I love you, Mom, I love you." I said.

"I know you do, honey, now kiss me." She replied softly.

And then we slept there in each others arms. But next morning I woke up early. 

Mom wasn't up yet, but that was hardly surprising. I found the ingredients for an omelet and cooked that up with a stack of toast, jam on the side, and a small pot of tea. I piled all of it onto a breakfast tray and headed back upstairs.

I crawled onto the bed beside Mom. The sheet was at her waist and the strap of her nightgown down off her shoulder, half exposing her breast. It was so beautiful. I could clearly see her large, rose colored nipple. I pulled myself together and wafted the toast under her nose. Mom stirred a little, shifting, her hand falling across my thigh. My cock throbbed when she brushed it. Then her hand was resting right on it. Oh Jesus. It took all I had to not cum right there. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I bent and softly stroked Mom's bared breast. She moaned in her sleep. I could swear she was stroking me now. As Mom snapped awake, I leapt off the bed in fear.

I fetched the tray and leaned over to place it across her leg, then moved back. Just being that close to her made me tingle. What the hell was wrong with me? It was my mother lying there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mom asked.

"I, uh…"

"Come here, sit beside me." Mom laughed. "My toast doesn't have jelly, my tea isn't poured."

At a loss for an excuse to get out of there, I sat on the bed beside her, trembling.

In my state I had a little trouble pouring the hot water into the mug. I dipped the tea bag, then took a piece of toast and knifed some jelly onto it, dropping a blob of jelly over the edge. "I'll get that," Mom said. She ran a couple fingers along my thigh, scooping the jelly from my pants. Mom stuck the fingers in her mouth and sucked the jelly off. Jesus!

Mom finished her breakfast and drew me even closer. Slowly we came together, our lips softly connecting, wet, sticking together; warmth flooded my mouth as I tasted my mother's lips with mine. A wave of love and longing washed through me, through my heart and to the depths of my very soul. God, how I loved and desired this woman - my mother.

All of the sudden the moths of pent up passion and lust struck both of us simultaneously, our lips swirled together, tongues searching, probing as we kissed each other. My hands reached around my mother and I clasped her to me as I kissed her. I stroked her back, her neck, the sides of her face, her soft hair as I made love to her mouth with mine.

She whimpered and moaned as we kissed her hands feverishly stroking and rubbing my chest and face. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed each other.

I held her twin mounds in both hands, mouth swinging above her nipples, blowing down hot air. Mom was tense as a wire. When I was satisfied I'd teased her enough, I captured a nipple, sucked it deeply, and nipped her with my teeth. Mom's body heaved, forcing itself at me.

"Bite me, bite my nipple, my love!" she groaned as she arched her chest to my searching mouth.

I took her nipple in my lips and rolled it back and forth feeling it swell as I nipped it with my teeth.

"Ahh, god, yes, baby, it feels so good, I love you, baby!" she cried.

Then Mom unbuttoned my shirt, kissing and licking my nearly hairless chest. While Mom gently kissed and sucked my nipples, I sucked her fingers, licking between them, kissing her hands, sucking her wrists, making her breath quicken. Mom ran her hands all over my chest, back and arms, kissing and licking everywhere. She seemed to be trying to devour me. Her full lips felt as if they were branding my skin. Her hands kept dipping lower, but always stopped at my belt.

I reached beneath her and unhooked her bra, then lifted it away. Mom's breasts were even more beautiful up close and aroused. Her nipples were still a pale rose, but stood thickly and firmly from the heaving flesh.

Then I carefully laid her down on the comforter covering the king-sized bed. She pulled the covers back and let her robe drop to the floor. She knelt on the bed, nude, the soft light in the room dancing off of her skin.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my sweat pants and began to ease them down my slim hips. Her eyes widened slightly as my hairy crotch and jutting erect cock came into view.

"Oh, my god, baby, you are so big! I had no idea that your penis was so large." She said softly.

I stepped out of the pants and moved over to the bed next to her. She patted the mattress and told me to lie down next to her.

She whispered, "Come here, honey, I want to explore you."

I lay down next to her, my hips rolling and meeting hers igniting a spark of lust and passion as our bodies joined, hands roaming and touching, mouths and tongues kissing as our love brought us together.

My mother's warm hands searched out and grasped my large cock. She ran her hand up and down the length of the thick shaft, over the foreskin covered head, and down to cup and gently roll my hair-covered balls in her delicate fingers. She kissed and sucked my tongue deep into her mouth as she fondled my heavy sex in her hands.

Mom lifted her ass so I could tug her nightgown down.

She looked at me, her eyes inches from mine, "Tom, I want to suck your big cock - I want to suck my son's cock."

"Oh, mom, yes, suck me, god, yes, suck my cock, Mother!" I groaned with lust and desire.

Mother kissed me once more on the lips and then trailed kisses down my hairy chest, stopping at each of my nipples as her raven-haired head moved down toward my groin.

Her hands encircled my thick organ and she began to kiss and lick up and down the shaft, squeezing and rolling my balls in her other hand. She kissed and nipped at my foreskin stretched over the plum-colored head of my cock.

She moaned, "I love your cock, baby, it's so big, so sexy, so erotic - I can't believe that I had a part in making this beautiful dick."

"Mmm, Mother, my god, yes, mmm, you made my cock didn't you?" I whispered.

All of the sudden, this incredible warmth, wetness, almost like electricity engulfed my penis as my mother took my cock deep into her mouth and began sucking strongly. Her tongue swirled around the head and down around the shaft that fit in her mouth. Her hand jacked and stroked as her head moved up and down. Her saliva lubricated the shaft in her hand and ran down onto my balls.

I reached down and fondled mother's heavy boobs, swaying as she sucked up and down on my penis. I pinched her nipples with my fingers, eliciting lustful groans from her.

My balls tightened, I knew what was going to happen. "Mother, Mom, I'm going to cum! God, I can't hold it, Mom, I can't hold it! I'm going to cum!" I groaned.

She lifted her head from my crotch momentarily, "Yes, darling, my love, yes, cum, god yes, give me your sperm, Baby!"

Mother moaned as she swallowed and sucked my juices. Her lips moved up and down my quivering shaft, her tongue swirling and capturing all of her son's jism. She took my scrotum into her mouth, licking and sucking each ball, cleaning my sex with her tongue.

"Oh, my god, Mother, oh, Mother, god that felt so good! I love you, Mom, I love you! I love you, so much!" I managed to croak as I slumped back into her bed.

Then from somewhere I got the idea that it would feel good to have my penis between her legs. The top of my dick was now against her slit and as I slowly pumped my hips, I just hoped that mom wouldn't stop me now, I wasn't entirely sure what I'd do it she tried.

I want you so bad, I need to be inside you. We can't just stop now, Mom."

"Yes, darling, fuck me, fuck your mother, fuck me now, Tom!" she groaned as our chests came together.

After several minutes of caressing her ass and sliding my boner along her slippery slit, mom began to react. Her hips began slowly pumping against mine. As we continued, I began trying to find her opening. My lack of experience was apparent and, to my surprise, mom reached down and guided me with her hand.

Mom gasped when I fit inside her. I'd considered a condom, but didn't want to break the moment. I moved slowly and it was a tight fit, but I managed to fit entirely inside. Mom's mouth was open wide. Here I was the only man in my mother's pussy except my father, in the past twenty years.

My cock palpitated inside Mom, I was resting against her, kissing her, letting her adjust. Her muscles grasped at me. Almost immediately Mom was thrusting her hips at me. Slowly I worked my hips at her. Mom's nails clawed at my back. 

She broke our kiss. "Please, honey, it feels so wonderful. Don't hold back anymore, give it to me. Give it all to me!"

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

"God yes, Tom, fuck me, fuck your mother, fuck your mother!" she screamed.

"Mother, yes, yes, Mom, I'm fucking you…my hard cock is in your cunt, your wet cunt, my cock is in my mother's wet cunt…uhh…uhhh." I groaned as we fucked.

"Honey, God, can you go all night?" Mom breathed.

"I want to stay inside you, Mom."

From that night, same nights came in my life almost everyday.

Oh, Momma



(All of the characters in this story are over 18 years of age.)

*

"What's going on here?"

"Mom!"

She walked deliberately into her bedroom. There stood her son in front of her dresser, his shorts at his ankles.

"What are you doing?" She tried to use a tone that was a bit sly and coaxing with a touch of maternal authority. She knew exactly what he was doing, and her heart was pounding like a drum. 

"Mom, I can't tell you. It's just too..."

She paused and looked at him, her gorgeous specimen of young manhood, back from his second year away at college, robust and fit, and standing half naked in her bedroom.

She tried another tack. "I need to know, sweetheart. Momma just needs to understand. I won't tell anyone. It will be just between the two of us, I promise."

"Can I just go, and we'll forget about it?" He turned to escape out her bedroom door, but she blocked it.

"No, honey, we have to settle this." She closed the door and walked slowly towards him. "Tell me," she said and looked into his eyes.

"I was..."

He was masturbating into her underwear.

When he was home last summer, after his fist year at college, she began finding her dirty laundry disturbed from the way she knew she had left it. The circumstances made her suspect her son who seemed to be without a girlfriend for some time. She was very intrigued and she wanted to know what was going on, so she left a pair of her used panties under a t-shirt but on top of the pile in the laundry basket, and told her son that she would be going shopping and he would be alone in the house for several hours. When she came back that evening she found her panties buried at the bottom of the basket, soaked. The discovery shocked her, but she did nothing, and things continued until he left for school in the fall.

While he was away, the memory of his lust worked on her. Could it be that he really had sexual feelings for his mother? Weren't his hugs and kisses becoming more ardent in the time before he left? Could it be he loved her not just as a mother, but also as a woman? Would he still feel that way when he came back? As the months passed, her love and desire for her son grew.

On his first day back she, once again, deliberately placed her used panties in the laundry basked before she left for work. That night she had come home to find them soaked in his cum. She smelled it, tasted it and was delirious that her boy was back and that he wanted her. She wanted him, too.

Now, three days after his joyous return and her breathless welcome, all the parts of her plan had fallen into place. She made an excuse about being out of the house for a few hours, but instead she slipped into the guest bedroom down the hall and waited quietly, hoping that he would not be able to resist the temptation.

She was right. Only after a few minutes of her "absence" she heard him go into her bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his whispered groans, "Oh, mom. Oh, momma." She knew it was now or never. She entered her bedroom and saw him, half naked, stroking his cock with her pink panties.

"I was..." he tried to explain.

"Does it give you pleasure to do what you are doing?" she coaxed.

"Yes." He was barely audible.

"Do you use my panties often?"

"Whenever I can." Oh, yes, my darling she thought. Yes, yes, yes!

"Show me."

"What?"

"Show me."

"But..."

"I want to see."

She waited.

"Please," she pushed. "It's the only way I'll truly understand."

He took a deep breath. He brought the panties he was still holding, to his face and inhaled. With his right hand, he began to stroke his cock again. He was slow and tentative, but soon his passion began to build.

"Oh, baby, that's beautiful. You are so handsome and so sexy," she said to him in her most sultry voice. "Are you thinking of me, now?" She could barely get the question out.

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes momma."

"Oh, baby! And do you say anything while you're stroking your cock and thinking of your momma?"

"Oh, momma. Oh, momma," he groaned in reply.

His passion was building as was hers. She wanted desperately to be closer to him.

"Darling, you might want to use these." She pushed down her skirt, stepped out of it and slipped off the panties she had been wearing for the past 3 days. She had showered and washed each day, but had never changed her panties. She held them out to him and he took them, their eyes locked the whole time. The panties were black and lacy, and damp.

"Oh, mom," he whispered. As he brought them to his face and inhaled, she recalled his own musky smell that she had drawn from his shorts.

"Close your eyes, baby, and let momma help." She pressed up behind him, slipping her left hand under his shirt to grip his firm, thick peck. With her right hand she took her panties and wrapped their silkiness around her son's cock. She began to stroke him slowly and firmly.

"Oh, mom." He leaned back into her, thrusting his hips to help her motion. He gripped her hand on his chest, with which she was now pinching and tugging his nipple. His other hand slipped behind and found his mother's cunt. It was wet and he pushed his finger inside.

Her strokes were faster and harder. "Come, baby, come for momma." She said it over and over again, louder each time as her strokes grew more vigorous. Her stokes became violent, and their hold on each other more intense. They both started groaning as their bodies moved in unison.

"Oh, momma!" His body went rigid. She knew it was time, so she stroked hard against the base of his cock and held her hand there firmly. He shot with explosive force through the leg opening of the panties all over her dresser. She stroked him again, and he shot some more. "Oh, momma," he cried with each blast. "Yes, baby, yes. Come for momma," she cheered. When the pulses and throbs, and gasps for breath subsided, he leaned back into her warm embrace. He had come all over her dresser, over the mirror, over her jewelry and perfume, some had even splashed back onto the panties that bound them together, mother and son.

"It's OK, sweetheart," she soothed him. "Momma loved it. Momma loves you very much. Did you like it, sweetie?"

"Oh, momma, I loved it, too, but....I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, my love. We have something very special between us, now, yes?"

"Yes."

"Now, let momma clean you up." And she turned her son around, knelt before him and gently took his cock in her mouth.



Oh, Mommy



PART I

My mother and I always had a good relationship. When I was a kid, she protected me from the "boogeyman," read night time stories to me, taught me right from wrong, and made sure I did my homework,

My dad left us when I was six and mom took on his duties, too. She taught me how to play baseball, took me to see games in person and even took me fishing. She remarried when I was ten. Her new husband Sam, was a nice guy and he treated me well but my mother remained the main figure in my life. 

She was, outwardly at least, an average soccer mom right down to driving a mini-van. She got me involved with little league baseball, pee wee footfall and soccer, driving me to all the games and cheering from the stands.. 

There was nothing fancy or pretentious about her. She liked meatloaf with ketchup, hamburgers with mustard and pizza with sausage and mushrooms. Her favorite drink was diet coke. She liked to wear tight tops, snug levis, short skirts and high heels, as well as running suits and athletic shoes. 

When I was in high school, mom allowed me a certain amount of independence but still kept me on the straight and narrow. We argued a lot about my curfew, things I did and did not do and who I hung out with. I loved her but she could be a royal pain in the ass.

As I got older, our relationship changed. When I was in grade school, we were mother/son. During high school, our relationship was more like brother and bossy sister. After I graduated from high school, we became friends. Close friends. When I got home after my first year of college, our relationship moved up to a new level. 

For as long as I could remember, my mother was my favorite sexual fantasy. I spent many hours jerking off as I thought about her body and wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. Even after I got a regular girlfriend I continued to dream about my mother. But I never seriously expected anything to happen between us...until...

PART II

I came downstairs for breakfast at a little past ten. Sam had already left for work. My mother was sitting at the breakfast counter, reading a book. 

She was wearing a lemon yellow halter with spaghetti straps, hunter green shorts, very tight, very short shorts, and four inch high, wedgie soled sandals. "Morning, mom," I said as I took a box of cereal, and a bowl, from the cabinet. 

"Morning, honey," she responded, "How did you sleep?" 

"Great," I told her as I grabbed a pitcher of milk from the fridge. I carried my breakfast to the nook and set everything down. I leaned toward my mother to kiss her cheek and was suddenly turned on by the fresh citrus odor of her perfume. 

"Wow!" I said, "you smell wonderful."

"Thank you, sweetheart," she said as I sat down, hoping my mother did not notice my sudden erection. 

I poured cereal into a bowl, then milk, and began eating.

"This book I'm reading," my mother said, "is about a woman named Fiona. Her best friend, Rebecca, is sexually involved with her son. Not Fiona's son—her own son." I looked up surprised. I wondered if she had any idea how often I thought about fucking her.. "Do you think that really happens?" 

"Uh, well-I don't know," I said.

"Don't tell me you and your buddies never talk about sex." mom said.

I got up and got the coffee. I filled her cup then my own. "If you really want to know," I said, "there are three guys at school who claim to have screwed the mothers. There's also a girl who says she sleeps with both her parents. Sometimes with her mother, sometimes with her father and sometimes both together. I think it goes on a lot."

"Did you know that your cousin, Jeremy, is fucking your Aunt Jessica?" my mom asked. There was no shock or surprise in my mother's voice. She might have been asking what the time was.

"He's one of the guys who talks about screwing his mother," I told her, "How do you know about it?"

"Jessica is my sister," my mother reminded me, "She told me." 

III

I spent the afternoon at a buddy's house, watching the baseball game on television. It was a little past five when I got home. 

As I passed my mother's bedroom, on the way to my own room, I saw that her door was open. The master bedroom was large and airy. Sunlight poured into the room through the glass door that opened onto the balcony. Three walls were painted gold. The king sized bed, covered by a dark blue spread, was set against the fourth wall which was painted purple. The carpet was beige and the furniture, a dresser and matching chest of drawers, was mahogany. A small, white, two cushion couch stood in front of the french door.

The door to the master bathroom was also open and I could hear my mother voice, singing to herself. "Hey, mom," I called from the bedroom door, "I'm home."

"Hi, honey," she called back, "How was your day?" 

"Great," I told her, "how about you?" 

"It was fine," my mother said, "I sunbathe for a while and did some gardening." As she spoke, I tried to imagine how she was dressed. I wondered if she was wearing her black, string bikini or the halter and shorts she had been wearing that morning. "Why don't you come in here so I can talk to you?" 

I crossed the bedroom to the bathroom door. The sight that greeted me stopped me cold and made my knees weak. 

The bathroom was a large room, as large as most bedrooms. At one end stood a massage table, under a sun lamp. My mother was sitting on the edge of the table, her arms at her sides, her legs dangling in front of her. She sat there, completely relaxed and completely naked. 

I was both embarrassed and aroused. My eyes were wide, my mouth was open and my cock was pushing out the front of my pants. I knew I shouldn't be staring at her but I could not help myself. Fully dressed she was hot. Naked she was unbelievable.

My mother was not quite forty. She was five feet, four inches tall and weighed a hundred and twelve pounds. Her hair was dark and it hung down to her shoulder blades, framing the large, gray eyes, small nose and sensual lips of her beautiful face. 

Her body was small and slender but her breasts were large and full. They hung on her chest like silken sacks filled with honey. Her complexion was dark olive and her quarter sized brown nipples were a little darker. She had flared hips, a heart shaped ass and muscular, shapely legs. Her skin was tight and smooth.

"Hi, sweetheart," she said, smiling widely. "Come in and talk to me."

I wanted to say something but nothing came out.

"What's wrong?" my mother asked.

"You don't have any clothes on," I told her.

"I know," she said, flashing her unshaven pussy at me as she slipped off the table, "I'm not the first naked woman you've ever seen, am I?" 

"No, but..."

"I'm really glad you're here," she said, "I've been thinking about you."

"You have?" I asked, "About me?" 

"Actually, it's more like I've been fantasizing about you," my mother said, "You know...about your dick." As she spoke, she moved one hand down between her legs and slid the middle finger between the hairy lips of her pussy. "The story I'm reading got me thinking about incest."

I felt on fire. My cock was so hard it hurt. My mind was spinning and my mouth was dry. My eyes were fixed on my mother's fingers touching herself.

"What!" my mother said, " Haven't you ever played with yourself?" 

"No," I said, "I mean yes but..."

As I stammered, my mother moved closer to me. She raised up on her tip toes and pressing her body against me, kissed me on the lips. As we kissed, her hands went to work opening my pants. "I talked to Aunt Jessica and I told her I could not stop thinking about having sex with you," she told me, "Jessica said I should try it." 

"What do you mean?" I asked, nervously.

"I'm going to give you a hand-job." she said, pushing my pants down around my knees.

"But you're my mother." I reminded her.

"I know," she said, kissing me again. The fresh citrus odor of her perfume made the small of my back tingle. "That makes it even better." The tip of her tongue brushed over my lips as she thrust her hand into the front of my shorts and closed her fingers around my already very hard cock. 

Any other objections or questions flew out of my head as my mother's small, warm hand slid up and down the length of my erection. "Do you like what I'm doing " she asked, looking up at me with a smile.

"God, yes," I told her "Its wonderful." Lowering my head, I covered her mouth with mine and put my arms around her, holding her firm, slender body against mine as our tongues explored each other's mouths.

She took my hand and pulled me to the middle of the room. As I stood on the area rug in the center of the floor, my mother undressed me. When I was naked, she took my cock in her hand and slowly stroked it. "Do you like when mommy plays with your cock?" She dropped to her knees and looked up at me with her big, beautiful eyes. "Or would you prefer I suck it?" "I really like your cock

Warmth and pleasure spread through my body as I watched, as well as felt, my cock slide into the wet warmth of my mother's mouth. She kissed and licked the shaft, from one end to the other then began sucking my cock in and out of her mouth with a slow, steady rhythm. My breathing grew deeper, quicker. I felt my orgasm building, much faster than I hoped. I wanted this to go on forever.

"Your cock is so hard," she told me as her free hand joined her other hand on my rod, "I love how it feels. so long and thick. I really like thick." Pre cum oozed from the tip and mom sucked the tip clean. "And I like that you shave it. I really love a hairless cock and balls." 

One of her hands moved down further between my legs and gently massaged my balls. At the same time, she slid the full length of my cock deep into her mouth and throat, gurgling as she tightened her lips around the root.

"Ohhh, FUCK!" I groaned, feeling hot semen pooling at the base of my rod.

"Are you going to cum, sweetie?" my mother asked, "Would you like to cum on my face—in my mouth?" She pumped my cock, hard and fast, rubbing it with both hands.

"I'm gonna cum!" I groaned, grabbing and holding her head as the heat and pressure built up in my cock, "OH SHIT— OH FUCK—I'M CUMMING!"

"Yes, baby, yes," my mother said, "Cum for mommy." She opened her mouth and tilted her head back. "Please, sweetheart, please! Let me haaaaaavvvvve-"

Thick, hot cum blasted from my cock, streaking over her face and hair.

"Oh—oh—ohhhhh," she squealed. With one hand between her legs, she fingered her own pussy as my cum streamed over her face and into her mouth.

I was gasping for air and my legs were quivering as even more cum oozed out of my cock. I usually cum a lot but that day I set a new record as more and more thick lines of cream shot into her mouth, streaked her face and dangled from her chin. It even covered her fingers. My mother licked her lips and fingers then sucked the last drop of semen out of me. "Damn that's a lot of cum," she said, "you taste really good." With her finger, she lifted the cum that hung off her chin to her lips, then scraped the cum that covered her face into her mouth.

"That was fantastic," I told her, still trying to catch my breadth, "The best blow-job ever." I gave her my hand as she stood up. 

Standing naked in front of me, my mother looked so small, so perfect, so sexual, I took her in my arms, pulled her against me and kissed her, long and hard. I gripped her bare ass, pulling her against my boner. She put her arms around my neck and I could feel her naked tits pressed against me, her hard nipples pushing into my flesh. I slid my tongue deep into her mouth.

We were both breathing heavily when we finally stopped kissing. She kissed me again and said, "Sam won't be home for about an hour," she looked at me with a wicked little smile on her lovely face, "so we have time if you want to fuck me."

I felt as though I'd been punched. "You want me to make love to you?" I asked.

"Actually, no" my mother said, "your step-father makes love to me. I want you to fuck me." 

PART IV

She took my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. "I've been thinking about fucking you," she told me as we approached the bed, ,"and now that I've seen your cock I really want it inside me." 

She lay down on her back, in the center of the blue bed spread, with her knees raised and her legs separated. As I got on the king size bed, my mother said, "Just put it in me, Matthew, and fuck me slow." She put both hands between her legs and spread apart the lips of her pink, wet pussy. A drop of her juice dripped from her slit and trickled down between the cheeks of her ass ,

I positioned myself between her thighs and felt my mother's hand grip and pull my cock to her pussy. She took a deep breadth and held it as my cock slid completely into her cunt. "Oh, god," she groaned, lifting her hips under me. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open,. I couldn't tell if her expression was ecstacy or pain.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

Her gray eyes opened and stared into my eyes. Her lips formed a smile and she said, "You have no idea. Now, shut up and fuck me."

I began pumping my hips slowly, pulling my cock almost completely out of her hot, slippery hole then thrusting it back in as deeply as I could. "That's it, baby, that's the way," my mother said, "it feels good, baby, it feels sooooo fucking good."

I pumped faster, thrust into her harder. I kissed her face and neck and shoulders. 

"Yes, baby, yes," my mother groaned as her legs encircled my waist, "Fuck me faster. Make me cum."

I held myself up on my elbows. Our bodies pressed together and our mouths devoured each other. I could feel the firmness of her breasts under my chest as I banged my cock in and out of her pussy.

The heat and pressure of orgasm filled my crotch and started into my cock. I lifted my head to breathe and my mother gasped. "Ooohhh, FUCK!" she cried out, " YESYESYES! OOOHHH FUCK YES I'M CUMMING...OOOHHH GAHHHHH!"

I felt her cunt fill with hot juice. The muscles between her legs gripped my erection as hot cum poured out of me and into her belly.

PART V

We lay on our backs next to each other, still breathing heavily and covered with sweat as we slowly returned to normal. I felt my mother's hand clasp mine. "That was fun," my mother said, "I almost forgot how much fun fucking was."

"Is something wrong with Sam?" I asked, turning on my side.

"Not really," my mother told me, "we still have sex but not as much, or as often as I want it." She turned towards me and continued, "It's as though he's lost interest. He used to a very good lover but now he can't go from point A to point B without a roadmap and a flashlight. He just quit trying." She moved closer to me and kissed me on the mouth. "I guess that's what got me thinking about you." She kissed again, long, hard and passionately.

"I'm going to take shower," my mother told me, "I'd invite you to join me but it's getting late and I don"t want your step-father to walk in on us>" 

"No," I said, "That would not be good." I got off the bed and went into the bathroom to get my clothes. When I came out, my mother was still on the bed, leaning back on her elbows with her legs spread. I could see my thick, white cum dribbling from her slit and trickling down to her ass-hole. I went back to the bed, leaned over and kissed her. "I love you, mom."

"I love you, too, sweetie."

Part VI

After being with my mother, I took a shower and got dressed. I did not want to eat dinner with Sam less than an hour after fucking his wife. Sam, my stepfather for nine years, was a lawyer. He made a good living but he worked long hours and traveled a lot. He was a nice enough guy and though he and I occasionally clashed, we usually got along. I left the house just as he was turning into the driveway.

I had dinner in the food court at the mall. Afterwards, I went to a movie. As I left the theater, I ran into a buddy from high school. He invited me to his house, to play X-box and since I was in no hurry to go home, I accepted. 

Part VII

It was a little past mid-night when I got back home. I went to the kitchen, got a coke from the fridge and carried it upstairs with me. As I passed my parents room, on the way to my own room, I felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of my mother and Sam sleeping together.

In my room, I opened the soda and sipped at it as I got undressed. Once I was naked, I sat down on the edge of the mattress and finished off the cola.

I had been half hard for most of the evening and now that I was naked and on my back, my cock went completely hard and thoughts, memories of my naked mother flooded my mind. I reached down and grasped the long, thick shaft. I closed my eyes and pictured my mother kneeling at my feet, sucking my cock in and out of her mouth as I moved my hand up and down on the hard pole between my legs.

I was interrupted by a light tapping on my door. Before I could respond, the door opened a little and I heard my mother's voice. "Matt, sweetie, may I come in?" 

She didn't wait for me to answer before coming into my room. When she saw what I was doing, she smiled and closed my door behind her. I watched her cross the carpeted floor to my bed.

She was wearing a white, flowing, floor length nightgown with a low cut, rounded neckline that exposed her magnificent cleavage. "That looks like fun," my mother said. She sat down on the edge of the mattress and placed her hand on my stomach. "Can I do that?" 

I pulled my hand away and my mother immediately replaced my hand with her own. As she stroked my pole with her right hand, she moved her left hand between my legs and massaged my balls. "Your cock is so nice," my mother told me, "so big and hard." She leaned down and licked my cock's crown then licked the underside with the flat of her tongue and finally let my cock slide in between her lips.

"Ooohhh, fuck that feels good," I gasped. At the same time, I reached out and pulled the hem of my mother's nightgown up to her hip and slid my hand under the material and between my mother's legs. She gasped, then groaned with pleasure as my fingers found her hot, wet pussy. She raised her leg to allow my fingers to play with her clit and slide in and out of her pussy.

"Mom," I moaned, "take the gown off."

My mother stood and pulled her gown up and off. Naked, she got back on the bed and swung one leg over me, she straddled my hips and put my cock inside her. "So long and thick and hard," she said as she lowered her hot, slick pussy down on my cock, "It feels so good inside me."

She leaned forward, supporting herself on straight arms, letting her big tits hang directly over my face. "Suck my tits," she told me, lowering a nipple to my mouth.

With my hands massaging her ass, I sucked the soft, silky nipples, first one then the other. The tip of her tongue was set in the corner of her lips and she grunted rhythmically and concentrated on fucking me with long, slow strokes.

When I finally came, my mother collapsed onto me and pressed her body down on mine, We kissed each other's mouths and faces and necks. She bore down with her hips, taking my cock as deeply as possible, as hot cum boiled up and poured into my mother's cunt.

"I wish I could stay," my mother said. She kissed me and slowly, reluctantly, moved away from me and stood up. She crossed the room, naked, and blew me a kiss as she left my bedroom. With the vision of my naked mother fresh in my mind, I fell into a deep, happy, satisfied sleep.



Oh Monique, My Monique



Author's Note: Many thanks to SweetErika and DW for their editing assistance. I am especially grateful for SweetErika's many suggestions, which have greatly improved this story. 

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My Monique -- I Fall for Her

From the moment she moved in next door, I have to say that I was captivated by her; there was no looking back after that. Besides Monique's good looks, her bold, saucy humor and raunchy words had a way of mesmerizing me. 

I didn't consider myself anyone special. I was just a quiet, average guy plugging along in school while trying to have a little fun along the way, so Monique was the most wonderful and interesting thing that ever happened to me. Like me, she was a senior in high school, and both of us were approaching our nineteenth birthdays.

The first thing she said to me, as I checked her out while she and her family were moving in, was, "What are you looking at, Pervert?" 

"Nothing, just checking out my new neighbors. Hey, I'm Eric, by the way." 

"Monique. Well, don't just stare, Eric, help me move this stuff." 

And that was our introduction. 

I helped her move all her personal things into her room for hours, enjoying her company more and more as I got to know her better. She was fantastic, so vibrant and alive, never still for a moment and always devising new ways to energize the moment. 

She quickly identified me as someone she could order around and get to do things she wanted done; she never ran out of interesting things to do. As the days passed, I spent more time with her than at home or with any of my buddies combined, and was more than satisfied just to be with her. Monique provided a whole new meaning and dimension to my life.

I loved being with her, as I was totally taken by her. She was a real tomboy, into sports and always wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but she was fast outgrowing this style, as she was discovering her feminine nature more and more. I liked that a lot, since I too was changing, and quickly became really interested in this new side of her. 

Monique's beauty was subtle and enchanting; her perfectly shaped body was not obvious at first because she didn't flaunt it, but it became evident as I gazed at her. She was a goddess to me. Her sly smile hid her delicious thoughts, which I anxiously awaited hearing. 

Her perky breasts, which had never been confined by a bra, were quite visible and definitely had my attention. They appeared to be a good handful, and her very prominent nipples particularly aroused me. I couldn't get enough of checking out her firm body; it was so attractive to me. I'd never had a girlfriend, and Monique was the first girl I knew more than casually, so I was fast discovering all the thrills of being around girls. Well, the thrills of being around her, anyway. 

She had such a sharp mind, which never slowed down, continually charming me. She didn't even leave me alone, sometimes bringing a blush of embarrassment to my face with her poignant comments. She was such a handful and hot to boot.

Her constant pranks, jokes and teasing of everyone were a continuous source of excitement for me. I idolized her, and wanted nothing more than her constant attention. Luckily, I was pretty much always with her. As it turned out, I became her fast friend, always there to take the flack when her pranks or loose lips backfired or brought trouble. 

The most intense and exciting fun of all was going to the pier at the beach. We would usually hang out on the benches at the corner, where the pier left the boardwalk, and she would goof on just about everyone passing by. It was a busy place, so her hot, bikini-clad body and sharp tongue sometimes drew quite a crowd. 

She loved to make snide comments about someone, loud enough to be overheard by them. The fun began when they reacted to her, most often afraid to approach this hot beauty with the acidic tongue. She loved the attention, and had a few other admirers who would always move close and just hang out to see the great fun, whenever we were there. She didn't spare anyone, girls and guys alike were fair game, and sometimes it really got intense.

A few times her words really pissed some guys off, and I had to take the brunt of their anger and either appease them or get a beating from them. One time, for no real reason other than making fun of someone, she called some guy "Needle Dick" and "Bugfucker." We almost died laughing, but I was shitting bricks knowing there would be big trouble. 

Of course the guy didn't appreciate being the butt of the joke, especially of one made by a hot chick; it was too much for his macho ego. Unfortunately, he was with two other guys who were older and bigger than me. It was just Monique and I, so I had to deal with it alone. 

This guy yelled at her, "What's with your sick attitude, Bitch?" 

"Fuck you, Dickhead," she shot back. She wasn't usually this subtle.

He came in close with a serious look on his face and grabbed her arm, growling, "Nobody speaks to me like that." 

While he was holding Monique, I clocked him one in the jaw, knocking him down. I knew this was asking for a serious thrashing by these three guys, but as I saw it, I had no other options. I could not let him hurt her. 

The die was cast, and they fucked me up really good. I had the welts, bruises and black eyes for more than a week. After they beat me up, they just left, scared the big crowd that had gathered would turn on them, or someone would call the cops. But it really made an impression on Monique that I would put myself on the line by standing up to a group of big guys. She was amazed with my unflinching support, even when she did something so stupid as to insult a guy like this. 

I didn't really mind getting beaten up on her account. To me it was one step closer to being with her, which was all I wanted out of life right now. This beating didn't deter us from continuing our favorite pastime at the pier.

There were a number of similar incidents where I had to stand up to guys a lot bigger than me, and I lost a few more fights badly. But she loved it, especially when I stood up for her in situations where the deck was stacked against me. I figured out later that it gave her a really big thrill to be so close to danger, and the down and dirty fighting really excited her. 

I don't know if it was a death wish or what on her part, but it sure was scary sometimes to go up against three huge guys and the like, knowing for sure I was going to get the shit kicked out of me. 

One thing that really did bug me was that she treated me like a friend, not a boyfriend. At least I was her best friend, even closer to her than any of her hot girlfriends. But, as I found out later, she was really getting attached and developing some strong feelings for me. The intensity and passion of these encounters excited her so much, rousing sexual emotions in her. 

My Monique -- My Fantasy

Two days after my beating, we went to the beach and she asked me to rub suntan oil on her perfect body as she laid on her towel. I had never touched a girl's body before, so getting to rub almost all of her hot body -- which I dreamed about all the time and was totally in awe of -- was the greatest thrill in my life. Her firm ass was barely covered by her bikini bottom, so I squeezed her cheeks excitedly as I rubbed lotion all over them..

When I finished her back she turned over and said, "Now do the front." 

I was worried about her boobs and crotch, as her bikini was so small that I would be right there, so I stayed away from them and rubbed the lotion everywhere else until she told me, "Hey, you missed some spots. Don't forget between my legs and the top of my boobs." 

I thought, 'Oh, my god. She wants me to touch her boobs and crotch. This has to be the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. It ought to be really good.'

I was very nervous and totally excited to rub her fantastic breasts. They were so soft and beautiful that I almost couldn't hold myself back from slipping my hand inside her tiny bikini top and giving them a big squeeze. I knew this might freak her out, so I didn't, but I did get a major feel of her incredible tits as I rubbed the lotion on the exposed flesh. I tingled with the intensity of the moment, soaring in happiness.

Next, I rubbed the lotion on the sides of her thighs right below her pussy. As my hand caressed the crease between her thigh and tiny bikini bottom, I realized she must have shaved, since everything was really smooth. It was a very sensuous experience for me to rub her soft mound. I could clearly see her labia, which were swollen and pushed the bikini out so nicely. It looked absolutely incredible; good enough to eat. My mouth watered as I drank in her natural beauty. 

All I could think about as I rubbed her softly was how close I was to her moist, sacred treasure. I wanted so much to slide my fingers under the scant covering, and press them into her throbbing cavity; I desired her more than anything else in the world. My head was swimming with the ecstasy of my erotic endeavor and the closeness of my goal.

As I stroked the lotion into Monique's skin, she communicated her enjoyment by sighing and moaning occasionally. I finished rubbing in the lotion and quickly lay down on my stomach, trying to hide my huge hard-on from her. She didn't say anything, but her widening eyes and smile indicated she didn't miss it and was happy her body excited me.

After this wondrous experience, I realized that I had uncovered the key to capturing Monique for my exclusive enjoyment. I had been quite worried that if I didn't do something soon to bring her closer to me, I could lose her to someone who had better qualities. I did not consider myself as having anything much to offer Monique, other than my determined dedication to please her at any cost. So, I figured that I just had to perfect my techniques in a few areas of pleasuring her. If I knew how to do this, no other guy would ever be able to compete with me. I was hoping this would make her totally attached to me and believe she wouldn't be able to do without me. 

First off, I bought a book on erotic massage and studied it all day, staying up half the night to practice the techniques on myself. I memorized all of the special erotic pressure points, the styles of massage, as well as the order and timing that would elicit maximum arousal. I was amazed to learn that the skin is the largest sex organ, since it completely covers the body with sensitive nerve endings, providing endless interesting possibilities for stimulating the body. There is nothing quite as loving and sensuous as a relaxing massage. 

My plan was to rub lotion on Monique next time we went swimming. She would likely ask me, or I would volunteer my services. I would start my rubbing, saying, "Hey, I can massage this into you and it will feel really good." 

Massage was a great thing to know, and it would probably work on her really well, judging from my previous experience of rubbing lotion on her. I knew that once I got started, she would come to love my erotic massages. 

Some of the most intriguing techniques were subtle, like massaging the pressure points below the ankle or an exact spot on the thigh, which directly stimulates your partner sexually without her realizing it. Many of the techniques were more obvious like focusing intently on her clitoris. This was pointed out as being the most important erotic point on a woman's body and that it should be given intense and continuous attention. 

My favorite erotic facts, however, were those relating to the breasts. Inexperienced as I was, I loved women's breasts, and meditating on pleasuring Monique's wonderful mounds with these techniques was greatly exciting for me. 

I also learned that it is best to tell your partner that the massage will be erotic so it isn't a big surprise. It helps her to relax if you tell her that the massage is just for her and she shouldn't worry about anything other than enjoying herself. 

I bought two books dedicated to pleasing a mate sexually, as well. One of the books was totally mind blowing with its graphic pictures and explanations of every possible sexual act. The ways to excite a mate were endless. What a goldmine! I planned to mesmerize, thrill and pleasure her infinitely.

I laid back on my bed, imagining bringing Monique to the heights of pleasure with my new knowledge. Working my way down from her soft, full lips with kisses and licks, pausing to nibble and flick my tongue over her breasts and hard nipples. Moans escaped her lips and her chest rose rapidly as I continued tending to her gorgeous tits with my hands and moving south to her bare mound. As much as I loved thinking about Monique's breasts, I was even more attracted to her delectable pussy. Knowing that she shaved turned me on more than anything else, as I contemplated the beauty of her smooth, sexually charged mound. 

The scent of her arousal was overwhelming, and I could see the first traces of her juices glistening on her swollen labia. My tongue darted out and embedded itself just inside her lips involuntarily. Monique shuddered as I slithered my tongue up her slit, stopping only to circle her opening and clit. She tasted amazing, and I thought I might lose it right there. With my tongue resting on her clit teasingly, I slipped my middle finger into her soaked pussy. Monique whimpered in surprise and disappointment at my lack of focused oral attention, unaware I had something just as pleasurable in store for her. 

Exploring her silky canal slowly, I added a second finger and imagined how incredible it would feel to replace them with my throbbing cock. I snapped back to the task at hand, locating her rough, swollen g-spot with the pads of my fingers. Monique gasped at this new sensation, then moaned and pushed her vulva into me, urging further exploration. I massaged the spot with more intensity, encouraged by her increasing wetness and cries of pleasure.

I knew Monique was nearing orgasm when she began clenching around my fingers as I started licking her hard clit. Rubbing her g-spot even harder and reaching up to play with her nipple resulted in her bucking her hips and making animalistic sounds that took me to the edge of my own climax. I alternated sucking and rubbing her clit with my tongue, urging her on. With one more movement, a scream rang out, her entire body tensed and exploded in a fit of spasms. 

As I imagined Monique's orgasm, I came myself, snapping back to reality to realize I had been stroking my cock in time to my fantasy. Visions of her swollen pussy lips would be forever engraved in my mind's eye, and I thought, 'Watch out Monique, for I will certainly be able to give you the ultimate pleasure and make you my sex slave.'

Looking back now, I can understand that allowing me to rub lotion on her was Monique's way of rewarding me for my fearless defense of her, since she later gave me many opportunities or 'rewards' not long after I did something outstanding for her. Her rewards took many shapes and forms, but were always something that she knew I relished, like after the time I saved her from getting raped by Rodney. He was bad news, but somehow his reputation always seemed to follow too far behind him to warn his victims. 

My Monique -- My Loss

Monique informed me one day that she was going to the Prom with Rodney. 

I asked, "Why Rodney?" 

She replied, "Because he asked me and I think he is so hot. I don't want to be tied down anymore. I need to date some other guys. I hardly know anyone in our school since I just got here, and really need to make more friends." 

I took that to mean I was tying her down. Major bummer. She was right of course, but I was really upset since I had thought all along that we would go together. I only said, "Okay, that's cool. Whatever," hoping she wouldn't pick up on my disappointment.

However, Monique could tell I wasn't okay with that at all, but it looked like she was too into doing what she wanted to care about me. She told me she thought we should cool it and it might be better if we didn't hang out together for a while. 

I was totally devastated. Monique was the center of my life and everything I did was for her. I couldn't imagine how I would survive without her. I just left and went home without saying anything more to her. 

Sure, I was jealous of Rodney, but more than that, I was really worried about what he would try to do to Monique. 

The pain of rejection was unbearable and I stayed in my room staring at the wall, my head spinning but going nowhere. My mom got really worried that I wouldn't eat anything that night or for breakfast the next day. As she left to go shopping, she ran into Monique, whom she asked what was wrong with me, knowing we were so close. Monique seemed shocked I was so bummed out and told my mom that it was her fault, but she would fix it. 

She tried calling and ringing the doorbell, but I wasn't interested in answering anything. Finally she came around back and shouted up to my room, "Hey Eric, where the hell are you? I need your help! Please come on over." 

Well, even in my greatest funk, I could not neglect her call for help, no matter what she thought of me, so I showed up at her house a little later. 

"Look," she said, "I am feeling really bad that I treated you so roughly. I met your mom and she told me now much you were suffering. Actually, I was starting to like you too much, which was interfering with my desire to meet other guys and make new friends.

"Then when I thought about it, I realized I didn't really want to get rid of you. So, its ok for us to hang together, maybe just not all the time." 

This was a great relief for me in my depressed state. 

Then Monique said, "Hey, I've got a great idea. I know you wanted to go with me to the Prom, but how about if you take my friend Kathy and we double? That way we are together and not together at the same time. And you get to watch my back, which I know you do so well, in case I get into trouble, which I always do." 

"Ok, that sounds great. Should I call her or what?" 

Monique said that wasn't necessary, she would just tell her friend to go with me. She loved coordinating everything and was so good at it that her new friends didn't complain. She really looked out for them and took such good care of them that they always had a blast. 

The next week or so was pretty much the same as it had been with us before. I was so happy to be with Monique and to do anything I could to please her. She seemed somewhat different, kind of detached and thinking of things far away, but I didn't care as long as I was with her. Gazing at her, I would often ponder the erotic things I could do to her body to bring her pleasure. My favorite thoughts included nibbling on her firm breasts and slowly licking her excited mound. But I was hoping that the real thing wasn't far away and knew she would love it once I got started.

The Prom was pretty good, and I got a chance to dance with Monique quite a bit, as Rodney was too busy showing off and bragging to everyone. I really loved dancing with her warm body pressed against mine, her silky hair hitting my cheek, and her soft breasts brushing against me. She kept moving closer to me as we danced, pressing her body into mine. She seemed to prefer me to Rodney, as she looked somewhat stiff when she danced with him. And Rodney's presence interrupted us quite a bit. I could definitely grow to hate that guy.

I really didn't like it that Rodney kept showing off Monique to everyone. Even worse, he was letting all the guys know on the side, including a few of my friends, what he was going to do to Monique at the party later. I couldn't appreciate the prom or even being with Monique after I heard this news. As it turned out. his bragging was his undoing.




Oh Monique, My Monique



Rodney was pissed that a double date lowered his chances of scoring with this fine piece of ass; this was how he spoke of my dear Monique. A friend of mine, James, had told me that Rodney described his double date with the "hot bitch Becky." She showed up in her incredible bikini with her equally gorgeous older sister, Susan, and a jock. Rodney said he was sure he was going to nail Becky, but the double date ruined everything and he got nothing. He was going to make sure that didn't happen again. 

The party after the Prom would give Rodney all the chance he needed with Monique. Rodney said she seemed a little naive, but he still wasn't convinced she could be seduced so easily. There was plenty of booze, but if that wasn't enough, he had some of that date rape drug to "fix her ass good." One way or another, Rodney said he was going to "fuck the shit out of her." To think of Monique being pounded by Rodney's cock was more than I could tolerate. It was unbearable for me to think of him being anywhere near her, not to speak of him taking advantage of her in this way. 

My buddy told me what Rodney had said so thoughtlessly, and I was livid with anger for the first time in my life. Monique happened to glance my way just after I heard this, and was obviously shocked to see my look of absolute rage. She seemed puzzled to see me like that, but didn't ask me about it then.

My Monique -- Over the Top 

I didn't want to spoil the Prom for Monique, so I kept quiet for the moment, but did make sure that my buddies were invited to the after party also. I knew I was no match for Rodney, who was heavy-duty and could take me out easily. 

As soon as we arrived at the party I cornered Monique alone and told her of Rodney's plan. 

"He wants to get you drunk or drugged, and when you are out of it, he will fuck you. It makes me sick to think of him wanting to treat you like this. Look, Monique, I am ready to go to the rug and fight him. Just tell me how you want to deal with this." 

Of course we could have just left, but Monique's reputation with this big group of new people she hardly knew was on the line. She wanted to make a good first impression on them, and wasn't about to just leave and let Rodney get off so easily. 

I told her that I knew she was the only one mentioned by Rodney, but heard that Jack, whom everyone knew was pretty weird, wanted to try the same thing with another girl, so maybe others were also thinking like that.

Right in front of everyone Monique announced, "I want everyone to know that Rodney and some friends planned to seduce me at this party and maybe some of you girls also. The drinks are laced with lots of tasteless alcohol and they plan to use the date rape drug to finish us off if the alcohol isn't enough. 

"This is all Rodney's idea and he has been bragging at the Prom, as most of you guys all know, that he was going to make sure he fucked me tonight. So, Rodney, what have you got to say for yourself?" 

But Rodney wasn't anywhere to be seen.

He was long gone and I had won another feather in Monique's cap. We still partied hard, with most of the girls taking it really slow with the drinks at first. But when it did finally liven up, it was great, especially since I had two dates, one being my dream girl Monique. Kathy was all over me, but I mostly neglected her in favor of Monique, who told me how much she appreciated my attention. It was pretty interesting keeping the two of them happy.

Monique drank quite a bit, knowing she was safe with me. For the first time she dragged me onto a couch and started making out with me, telling me how wonderful I was to take such good care of her. This was the first time she showed me any real affection, and I was definitely in heaven, kissing her like this, wondering what would come next. I was hoping that her budding affection would grow into something much stronger and it appeared that we definitely were off to a good start.

In spite of the party's rough beginning, it turned out that everyone had a fantastic time, especially me. I felt wonderful about averting a disaster and even more so that it helped bring Monique closer to me. 

When the party finally broke up, we left and dropped off Kathy, leaving me alone with Monique. I was really hoping the night wasn't over yet. Following her wishes, we drove back home and parked in my driveway, since she lived right next door anyway. 

My heart was beating quickly as I wondered what we would do next. I could see that she was very drunk and was acting like she wanted to do something more with me, but couldn't quite figure it out. Or maybe she understood how plowed she was, and just didn't trust herself in that condition. 

Shit, here I had the girl and opportunity, but it was clear she was too drunk to do anything, and I would never risk our relationship by taking advantage of her drunkenness.

After a few minutes, I sighed and said, "Hey, let's get you home. I know you are drunk, so before you pass out and I do all kinds of kinky things to your naked body, I'll put you to bed safely." 

She rambled about how nice it was for me to make it so easy for her, and apologized for not being a better date. "I really want to be nice to you but I'm too drunk. I just..." 

Monique couldn't finish the thought, as she was in no shape to do anything. I helped her to the door, and upon seeing that no one was up, I took her all the way to her room. 

Hugging me unsteadily, she slurred, "Please helpme undressss? I am sooooo drunk." She seemed very relaxed and comfortable with me; I loved it. 

I took off her Prom dress, which was a real trip, but every second spent undressing her was a real pleasure for me. She didn't have a bra underneath, so this left her in only skimpy, silky black panties. She didn't seem to mind the extra time and attention I put into this task, and continued looking at me sweetly, her eyes rolling back occasionally.

I pulled back the covers as she flopped into bed, and tucked her in with a goodnight kiss. Quietly, I turned out the light and left.

My Monique -- The Real Deal

The next morning I awoke late and called her house. She said everyone else had gone out, "You should just come on over." I was there in about 30 seconds, really curious as to what she would say about last night and our whole experience. I was surprised when she met me with a big hug and a long, very wet kiss, full of affection. Her face was radiant and she seemed really happy to see me. I noticed right away that she was gazing into my eyes with the look of someone who really cared about me.

"Wow, I think I'm in love, Monique." 

She slugged my arm playfully and quizzed me about everything to do with Rodney; Monique wanted to hear every detail. She also asked what happened after the party, and expressed her appreciation for the way I took good care of her while she was drunk and vulnerable. 

"Hey, you know, you take such great care of me that I am really getting attached to you, Eric. You are the only one I can trust. So I guess that makes me your girlfriend, huh?"

Later, I was to learn from Monique that the previous night she had felt so much love for me after all I had done for her that she seriously considered letting me take her virginity, but didn't want to in such an inebriated state. But now she was sober, incredibly turned on, and must have been feeling really good about me. Nobody treated her as well as I did. She knew that I really did love her and would do anything for her. Logically, wasn't I the ideal boyfriend for her? 

She just looked so good, sitting there watching me with her penetrating gaze. I thought I saw some love in her expression, which excited me to no end. I pulled her close and kissed her with as much passion as I felt, hoping I would finally get a chance to massage her and get her to do all sorts of incredibly hot things with me. But we just kissed for a long time as I rubbed her back and stroked her hair. Monique seemed much more focused on me, signaling better things to come. 

Suddenly she said, "Hey, lets go to the quarry later. Meet me here at two." 

"Okay, see ya."

When we got to the quarry she said, "Lets go in the woods where we can have more privacy." 

The front of the quarry was where most everyone hung out and partied, but the couples who were really into each other would head back to the little nooks among the huge rocks and trees when they wanted to be alone. 

Hearing her request was very encouraging to me, visions of erotic interludes flashing in my head. We walked far back into the rocks and stripped to our bathing suits. After I started rubbing her bikinied body with suntan oil and turned to get more, she said, "Hey do my boobs, I don't want to get a sunburn." 

I looked up and blurted out, "Oh my God," as I saw she had removed her top and the full view of those fantastic breasts hit me. They were incredible, so luscious. 

"Come on, don't stare, you pervert; put some lotion on these jugs." 

I was very surprised, but could understand she was doing this because she was really happy with me and wanted to please me. Well, damn, I was definitely pleased. 

I squirted lotion into my palms, and almost squirted something else into my pants as I rubbed the slick lotion into her firm tits and hard nipples. God, they felt so good, so tight, so soft and so perfect. I could not imagine anything better at that moment. 

In spite of her usual acidic attitude and profane language, Monique was not at all slutty. She had never shown much interest in sex previously, so I was really surprised when she asked me to rub her breasts like this. 

I did get a little carried away and started caressing and pinching her firm breasts with my lithe fingers, starting close to her chest and squeezing them out to the tips of her swollen nipples. I used some of the special erotic techniques on her breasts that I had learned from my sex research and the results were amazing. She was out of her mind with ecstasy, panting and writhing in her passion as soft whimpers escaped her lips. She definitely was loving my "massage."

She said, "Oh my god, that feels so good!" 

I replied, "Yes, you have the most incredible breasts." 

Then she saw my hard erection pushing my bathing suit out, and patted my throbbing cock, saying "Down boy, down." 

"Sorry, I've never felt a woman's breasts before, and they're just so nice. And, they are so very special, because they're yours." 

She just looked at me, smiling slyly. I thought she might be wondering whether she should stop my fondling of her before it went too far, but I could tell it had really aroused her. 

Finally, after a few more minutes, during which I continued my erotic squeezing of her breasts, turning her on like nothing else, she sighed, "Oh, you pervert, please stop." 

Her tone made it obvious she didn't really mean it. I thought she just felt obliged to give some resistance, so she wouldn't feel that she had given in too easily. I had really wanted to turn her on, so that she would ask me to do this all the time, and it looked like I had succeeded. She definitely would not soon forget this wonderful pleasure coursing through her body, engaging all her senses so powerfully. 

I didn't stop, just moved on to the rest of her fantastic body, gently massaging and fondling her everywhere. This elicited soft moans and sighs as she relished my talented and erotic ministrations. I was totally committed to her body and pleasure; finally my fantasies of doing so many amazing things with her hot body were coming to fruition.

I could see that Monique was highly aroused by my sensuous caresses, making it seem like she wanted me to do more, yet she hesitated to commit herself to me. I began to suspect that her gregarious mannerisms were an attempt to mask her insecurity and sexual inexperience; I didn't care, for I was in heaven and had all the time in the world.

Then I asked her if she wanted a massage. "You look a little tense. It will relax you and make you feel really good." 

"Hmm, sounds nice."

I put everything I had into pleasuring her. This was it, and I wanted to go for the gold. One of the books I had read guaranteed that following their time-tested procedure would have her (or him) begging for sex before you finished the erotic massage. It really was working. I loved every minute of it, as I made love to her, gently caressing, licking, and kissing every inch and crevice of her hot body. I started with her ears and her eyes, kissing them gently, moving down slowly as I pleasured every morsel of her desirable presence.

Her temperature rose sharply as I continued rubbing and stroking with ever-increasing desire. I couldn't believe how wild she was in her passion. She was panting and moaning like crazy, as she squirmed, humped, and hugged me. I kissed and licked my way down her legs, sucking on her toes and licking back up her inner thighs, right next to her moist pussy.

I knew she was relishing every lick, as I clasped my mouth hard over her succulent mound and sucked her madly through her thin bikini bottoms, sending her through the roof. I didn't let up and kept her pinned with my mouth and tongue, as I savagely worked her sex. 

I pushed her panties into her wet slit with my tongue and sucked hard on her clitoris. She started her orgasm, becoming disorientated with the sensual overload, her body convulsing. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, she lost track of what was happening to her. She was moaning and shouting very loudly. I suspected this might be her first orgasm; first or not, it was clearly intense. 

Just when she approached her peak, I lifted her marvelous ass cheeks and slid her soaked panties down to her ankles, hardly taking my tongue from her slick pussy lips for more than a moment. We were both in total heaven, willing our amorous communion to last forever and only increase in its intensity.

As she went over the top in her pleasure experience again, I squeezed her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and held it, easing a finger deep into her throbbing pussy. I licked her slit slowly up and down, delighting in the powerful effect this had on her. My only thought was how to increase her erotic pleasure.

I slowly eased a second digit into her love channel and stroked her pussy with great feeling, moving my fingers in and out of her depths smoothly, as Monique writhed in ecstasy. Spreading her lips more, I asked, "Are you ready for me to make you a woman now?" 

She replied quickly with gasps, "Yes. Oh yes, please, Eric. I want you so much." 

As I moved up and started to rub my throbbing cock on her swollen pussy lips, she rolled us over so she was on top and straddling me. She slid up my body as she looked into my eyes with a mischievous smile. 

Raising herself up, she took my firm member in her hand, adjusted her position and started to slide down, intending to impale herself on my rigid cock. She didn't get far, for as soon as she reached her intact cherry she stopped, looking at me questioningly. She seemed puzzled as to how she'd get past that point, knowing it would be painful.

Pulling her lips to mine, I kissed her deeply, grabbed her ass cheeks firmly and pulled her down onto me, thrusting my cock into her, accepting her virginity. This was the most wonderful moment of my life; finally my Monique was truly mine.

A deep, grunting moan was her only response. I was holding back, close to coming myself, but finally pumped a gigantic load of cum into her depths. We shuddered together as I experienced an intense orgasm. She held onto me for dear life, overwhelmed with the conflicting and intense emotions that come with so much pleasure and pain. 

It was definitely as good as it gets. I was so overcome with love for Monique; she was just so wonderful. She was everything to me, and now I felt that we had really bonded.

After lying together for a long time, she told me how wonderful the sex was and exclaimed, "I am yours. I feel so much love for you. I have never felt so good. And I can't wait to tell everyone." 

That was a surprise. "Everyone?" 

"Well, at least my close girl friends. Come on, they will adore you for it. And you can tell anyone you want about our love." 

I thought she wasn't really thinking about what this meant, so said, "I don't think I should go around bragging about our sex life. I don't want anyone to ever think anything bad about you. I could not tolerate that." 

"Okay, but you can tell some of your friends if you want. I just want to let everyone know that I am your lover and that you are the best lover anyone could ever want."

Well, that did it. I was on top of the world. It seemed as though all my dreams had come true. 

My Monique – Ever After

After that, we couldn't get enough of each other and when we went back to school the next week, we were always finding a corner between classes where we could kiss and fondle each other. We would turn our backs to the passing students or move into the hallway leading to one of the rooms so no one could easily see what we were doing. The possibility of getting caught added to the excitement as we ravished each other.

Everyone was amazed at our love, and Monique wasn't shy about it at all; she made sure everyone knew what a great boyfriend I was. It was obvious now she was totally in love with me and I was more than in love with her, I was consumed by her and couldn't think of anything else. Our love was so deep and real. There was none of the typical teenage immaturity or playing games with each other's emotions; it was the real thing and completely solid.

Of course, Monique's sharp tongue and wit helped to make us one of the most popular couples in school. Soon everyone wanted us to come to their parties or just to hang out with us, as we were so much fun. Monique quickly had more friends than she could count, as she had wanted. She reveled in the attention, never slowing down, always one step ahead of everyone else. 

Our sex life continued to be totally amazing. We made love for hours on end and Monique seemed to be always glowing with love and fulfillment. As for myself, I was forever in heaven, and could not imagine a better life.



Oh Mother, Where Art Thou? Ch. 01



Disclaimer: I couldn't think of a way to do this in-canon in any real way, so it's kind of an AU style "what if?" kind of variation.

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Benezia slumped against the tank of the Rachni Queen, completely spent and badly injured. She looked up at her young daughter and the woman who had bested her who stood beside her. Both looked concerned and sympathetic despite the fact she had tried to kill them, especially the former.

"I cannot go on," Benezia said as her head sagged down. "You will have to stop him, Shepard."

The matriarch struggled to her feet and looked the human woman in the eyes.

"Hold on!" Shepard said urgently. "We've got medi-gel, maybe we can-"

"No!" Benezia interrupted. "He is still in my mind. I am not entirely myself. I never will be again."

Tears came to Benezia's eyes as she stumbled backwards. Liara's welled up as well. "Mother!" Liara said urgently just as Benezia's back made contact with the Queen's tank once more.

"Good night, Little Wing," Benezia cried to her daughter. "I will see you again with the dawn."

"No!" Liara yelled, and her body pulsed with blue light. Benezia glowed and shimmered, freezing in place. Before Shepard knew what was happening Liara had stolen a pack of medi-gel, run forwards and flashed her omni-tool over her mother's frozen form.

"Liara! What are you doing?"

"I can still save her, Shepard! I won't let her die now!" Liara said with conviction.

"Would she want this, Liara?" Shepard asked softly. "She said the indoctrination was too strong and that she'd never be the same."

"There might be a way. I'm not sure, it's just a theory I have. But I'll need to get her to med-bay on the Normandy fast."

Shepard looked at Liara sideways, her face etched with skepticism. They hadn't spent long together, but they had definitely grown close. Very close. Close enough for Shepard to know that look of determination on Liara's face and how strong it was. The Commander finally sighed gruffly in defeat and nodded. "You and Wrex back to the Mako with her," she ordered. "I will finish up here and met you at the vehicle as soon as I can."

A few hours later, after a direct encounter with The Rachni Queen and activating a neutron purge, Shepard found Liara in the med-bay with Dr. Chakwas and her mother. Benezia was restrained on a medical bed and appeared to be sleeping. The two figures regarding her looked at what looked like some kind of scan of Benezia's brain activity from what Shepard could tell. "What's going on, Doctor?" Shepard inquired.

"She received some serious injuries from your little scuffle on Noveria, but she's stable now," Chakwas said. "The main concern of course is the indoctrination. Judging from these scans it's pretty deeply set, and I would tend to agree with what Benezia had said about her recovery, or lack thereof. Liara here seems to think otherwise."

"You said you thought there was a way," Shepard said to Liara with a frown. "After seeing this do you still believe that?"

"I don't know," Liara admitted. "But I have to try. It's either this or death for her. I already lost her to Saren, I don't want to lose her entirely."

"Are you willing to do what is needed if it doesn't work?"

Shepard had a hard look and tone, and as much as the question and the way it was delivered hurt Liara she understood. Shepard couldn't risk the ship, the crew and the mission if worst came to worst. Deep down she knew that her mother may end up dying at her own hand if it all came crashing down. It still took her a while to answer as her gaze fell both somewhere and nowhere. "Yes. I am."

Shepard gave her a satisfied nod and then turned to Chakwas again. "Will those restraints hold her if the full force of the indoctrination kicks in?"

"I can't honestly say. She's a very powerful biotic, but she is still in a weakened state and the sedation will also be dulling her biotic potential. I still wouldn't leave her alone without supervision and a gun or two nearby in any case."

"Okay, so what's this theory of yours then, Liara?" Shepard asked curiously.

"It's based on a practice that's sometimes worked with asari who have memory loss or certain mental illnesses. Basically, some asari suffering such afflictions have been cured when another asari close to them has linked minds, just like Shiala and I did with you after your visions. Over time they gradually get rid of whatever is afflicting them and gain more of their true selves. By connecting with somebody who they know and love they have managed to piece together their memories again and return to who they are."

Liara sighed and looked at her mother sadly. "I just don't know if it'll work with Saren's indoctrination. We have no idea what we're dealing with here. It may be so deep I can't reach her. She could be right, and she may never be the same again."

"Will this put you in any danger?" Shepard asked with serious concern.

"Only if she has a violent outburst or something. It will be tiring and I'll need her to cooperate if it's going to work. If she can resist it like she did briefly on Noveria then it should be fine, and there's probably little point in trying if she's not really herself anyway. We'll both need to fight this together, from both sides."

"How long until she's awake?"

"A few hours," Chakwas responded to Shepard, "but I could give her a mild stimulant to make her conscious now. Hopefully not too much so."

Shepard had her sidearm at the ready as Benezia's eyes fluttered open. At first she seemed dazed and confused, but soon her eyes caught the sight of Liara standing before her and she smiled.

"Liara? What is-- what is happening? Where am I?"

"You're on the Normandy, mother, it's Shepard's ship. We gave you medi-gel and brought you here. Everything is going to be all right, we're going to help you."

Benezia shook her head. The stretcher she was on had been raised up almost completely vertically with the restraints on her wrists, ankles and around her body holding her in place.

"You shouldn't have brought me here, Liara," Benezia uttered with regret. "You shouldn't-- have--"

Liara jumped as Benezia's features twisted and her mother gave her a cold, angry glare.

"You only ensure your destruction! With every passing moment you only come closer to the inevitable."

"Mother, please!" Liara pleaded. "You have to fight it!"

"You waste your breath," Benezia almost spat. "Nothing you can do to me will change anything. Sovereign's victory is assured."

Benezia's body began to shimmer prompting Chakwas to lunge forward at the machine she stood near. "Decreasing the stimulant, administering more sedative," the doctor announced.

"Not too much!" Liara barked as if it were an order.

"You cannot control me!" Benezia sneered, but her glowing faded. "You cannot--"

The matriarch's eyes fluttered again, and she looked as if she was going to pass out again. "Mother!" Liara called urgently, and it seemed to stir her a little more.

"Liara? I think I can-- can suppress it."

"Fight it, mother. Just for a little longer. Open your mind to me."

"I'm not sure-- I can, Liara," Benezia answered, and she sounded exhausted. "If I open my mind, Saren might claw his way back in."

"Just for a moment. I just need a window."

"I'll try," Benezia said as if she were defeated. Liara smiled. "Good," she said.

Benezia breathed in and out deeply a few times as Liara closed her eyes and bowed her head. Both Shepard and Chakwas noticed that the very moment that Benezia's brow twitched slightly a moment later was the same moment Liara's head flicked up and her eyes opened to reveal two black spheres. Benezia's eyes slowly opened too shortly afterwards and appeared to be the same as her daughters. A smile came across the older asari's eyes.

"Liara," she said. "It's good to have you in here instead of Saren. It's like visiting a warm beach after years on a world of ice."

"Mother, you have to listen to me," Liara instructed, seemingly ignoring her mother's touching comment. "I can help you, but I need you to help fight this too. Things may seem alright now, but we may not be able to keep it up long."

"I understand," Benezia said, her smile disappearing. "Tell me what to do."

"I need you to think back with me. Think back to times we've shared before Saren. Happy times. Times that defined you and made you who you are. Try to think of them as a drell would if you can."

"Okay," Benezia said.

Shepard and Chakwas looked on and the doctor turned to the Commander. "I think this may work after all," she said with hope.

"I don't know," Shepard frowned. "I've learned from experiences in the past not to get overconfident in matters like this. Give it time. Hopefully you're right, but don't count on it."

"Ever the pessimist," Chakwas half-joked.

"That's just what an optimist calls a realist," Shepard said back, but she gave the doctor a small smirk just afterwards. Still, she had to admit, things were looking good. At least for the moment.

Shepard had been right to be skeptical though. While the two had started off talking pleasantly and even laughing a few times, it was only a couple of minutes before Benezia began to feel a strain. It was less than half of that before the connection between her and Liara was broken and she made a violent outburst that was only saved from being fatal to her daughter due to the restraints and Chakwas being fast with the sedative. Despite the situation, Liara seemed strangely positive.

"It's early days yet, Shepard," Liara told the Commander. "This will take time and patience. With luck, it can only get easier from here."

The young asari doctor suggested that they try it again the next day, but as Liara brushed past her Shepard could tell that despite her confidence the experience had both shaken and hurt her. It must not be easy for her to see her mother like this.

The next week or so was a rollercoaster of highs and lows, both related to Benezia's condition or not. While Liara, Shepard and Chakwas tried to help the matriarch when they could at least a few times a day Shepard still had a mission to do and her attention had to be there before anywhere else.

The next place they had gone was Virmire, where tensions grew between Shepard and Wrex over a krogan cloning facility of Saren's that almost had the two allies shooting each other. Beyond that Shepard had also come face to face not only with Saren himself, but also with his ship Sovereign, where she had learned he wasn't just a ship but an actual Reaper. Both had managed to escape Shepard's clutches, but she had at least managed to destroy their krogan cloning labs with a nuclear device. Unfortunately Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams was also lost while defending said device, and the loss had hit the rest of the crew hard, particularly Kaidan Alenko and Shepard herself. Upon returning to The Normandy Liara had discovered that Saren and Sovereign's presence had also taken a toll on Benezia, who had apparently woken up and almost broke free of her restraints. All in all the couple of days The Normandy had been at Virmire had been a series of events most of the crew wished to never repeat.

On the positive side, the vision Shepard received from a beacon on the planet had revealed the final piece of the puzzle they all needed: the planet Ilos. That's where they had to go, but not before returning to the Citadel first. While in transit to the relay Liara had another go at getting through to her mother, but ended up once again dealing with the monster her mother had become in the end. Shepard couldn't help but notice that Liara seemed particularly defeated this time, but she had chalked that up to stress given recent events. At least until a few days later.

The Normandy and her crew returned to the Citadel as planned, but the Council wouldn't listen to Shepard's pleas and the entire ship was put on lockdown. They were stuck while Saren and Sovereign had free passage to the Conduit, and with Shepard angry and distracted by these events Liara's focus briefly shifted to the human woman who had become more than just a friend to her during their time together. She loved Shepard, and that made what she wanted to suggest to the Commander harder than it otherwise would have been, but for the moment it could wait. Eventually, thanks to the help of an Alliance officer who Shepard once served under, Shepard managed to steal The Normandy back and escape the Citadel. With that small victory and a chance of hope and yet also a possibility of death and failure, Liara decided to tell Shepard what was on her mind.

"I was just thinking about you," Shepard said as Liara walked into her quarters.

"I've been thinking about you too, and what we are about to face," Liara said. "But I have also been thinking about Benezia, and her chances of recovery."

"You don't think you can get through, do you?" Shepard said sympathetically.

"It's not quite that," Liara said. "There's still a chance, but it may require some-- some extreme measures."

"How do you mean? Could she die?" Shepard asked and then hesitated. "Could you die?"

"No, it's nothing like that. It's rather complicated. Or more accurately, has complications. And implications. I'm not sure if I can or should do what could very well be necessary to save her."

"Liara, just tell me," Shepard said a manner both stern and comforting. "You know I'm always here for you."

"Okay," Liara said and she let out a deep breath. "To sum things up, I don't think I can get through to her like I have been, it's just not enough. I need to go deeper, I need to make a stronger bond and meld with her."

"Why is that a problem?"

"I don't think you understand, Shepard. What I'm saying is that I think I'll need to a full meld with her, as deep as possible. It would be extremely personal and intimate. As much as two people can be."

"Wait a minute-- Are you saying that you'd essentially be-- be mating with her?"

"I'm afraid so," Liara said, her head hanging in shame. "That's why I'm so conflicted, Shepard. She is my mother. In almost every culture to mate with somebody so closely related to you is a strong taboo, and with the asari it is no exception. In some ways it is even more forbidden for us. Mating within our own species is almost considered heresy in modern asari culture, but to water down our genetic diversity even more like that would be considered ten times as bad. And on top of it all, there's you. I have grown very close to you during the time we have spent together, and I don't want this to ruin it for us."

"Are you sure there's no other way? Couldn't another asari do it?" Shepard asked with a strained voice.

"No. Not unless it was somebody Benezia was already very close to," Liara said with regret. "A complete stranger melding that deeply would have even less effect than the standard melding I've done with her up until this point. If we knew somebody who had been close, like a former mate, perhaps. But we can't afford to delay the mission to stop Saren either. Time is of the essence, for both our mission and for Benezia."

"Do you think you can do it?" Shepard asked. "I mean, do you think you'll be capable of going through with it?"

"I think so," Liara said. "I'm not sure. As I told you before, when asari join in such an intimate manner the connection is primarily mental. I should be able to avoid any physical contact in the process. Not that that will change what I'm doing much. I've never actually done this before though, and I wanted-- I wanted my first time to be with you."

Shepard smiled and stroked Liara's cheek.

"I love you, Liara. I will always be here for you and support whatever decision you make."

"We must keep this just between us, Shepard. Nobody else can know, not even Dr. Chakwas."

"I understand," Shepard said.

"Okay then," Liara said and she breathed in and steeled herself. "Let's go. Before I change my mind."



Oh Mother, Where Art Thou? Ch. 02



Dr. Chakwas looked up from her desk as the Commander and Liara entered. "What can I do for you, Commander?" she asked.

Shepard looked to Liara and the asari just gave her a sad frown. "We need you to leave, Doctor," Shepard said forcefully.

"Leave? Why?"

"There's no time to explain. Liara's going to try something... experimental. It could be dangerous, and I don't want you hurt."

"But Commander-"

"No arguing, Doctor," Shepard interrupted. "I can handle the machine myself while I keep an eye on them, I've been down here doing this enough times to know how it all works."

"As you wish, Shepard," Chakwas said with a heavy sigh. "I think I'll go and check on the rest of the crew anyway. It might be good to evaluate their mental states given recent events and what's to come."

Dr. Chakwas stood up and brushed past between Shepard and Liara. As soon as the door closed behind her Shepard locked it and Liara slowly approached her mother. Shepard pulled out her pistol and sat at the controls that regulated the stimulant and sedative then nodded to Liara to both say she was ready and ask if Liara was too. "Go ahead, Shepard," Liara answered.

Shepard did, giving Benezia a small amount of stimulant to wake her up. Liara watched Benezia and waited, trying to gauge what condition her mother was in before speaking. When Benezia had gained full consciousness and saw her daughter she gave her a weak smile. "Hello, Liara. I was beginning to think you had given up on me. I thought I had even sensed such thoughts from you during our last session."

"I haven't, mother. I have thought of a way, but it is rather extreme to say the least. I'm not sure it's the best solution, but it's all I have left. But I'll need your cooperation too."

"I thought I sensed you hiding something from me last time too," Benezia said curiously. "What is it?"

"We have to go deeper, mother. The only way we can beat this thing is if we go as deep into each other's minds and souls as we can. We need to become one. We need to join."

Benezia's eyes widened noticeably at this and it was quiet between them for a while. "I see," Benezia finally answered. "Liara, I- Are you sure there's no other way?"

"I can't think of one. It's either this, or you'll be forever haunted by Saren. I don't want to lose you."

"And I don't want to lose you, Liara," Benezia told her daughter. "I don't want to force you to do this to save me. I don't want you to feel violated by your own mother over my own mistakes."

"I have to try, mother," Liara said adamantly. "And I would never feel violated by you. At least not by the real you. It's my decision, and I've decided to save you. Of course, it's up to you as well. If you won't let me in I won't be able to save you."

Benezia looked down into her daughter's sad eyes and her heart melted. She wanted to reach down and comfort her, but couldn't in her current state. "Liara, I'll- I'll try. For your sake. As wrong as it seems, if it really is the only way. But what about Shepard?"

Liara looked across at the Commander who just sat there watching quietly. "I know you care deeply for her," Benezia added. "Will this harm your relationship?"

"I support Liara's decision," Shepard answered for Liara from the console. "She loves you and wants to help save you. I can't argue with her reasons, even if the methods are questionable."

"Okay. But hurry," Benezia said. "I can already feel Saren's hold starting to grow again."

Liara nodded in response, then stepped a little closer. Taking in a deep breath she closed her eyes. "Open your mind to me, mother. Embrace eternity!"

Shepard watched as both of their heads jerked a little and they seemed to concentrate particularly hard. Both opened their now-black eyes and Liara's breathing began to quicken, but she started to grit her teeth shortly after. "You have to let me in, mother," she said with frustration. "I can't get through if you're resisting me."

"I'm trying not to, Liara," Benezia answered. "But subconsciously my mind doesn't want to let you through. It knows who you are and is stopping me."

Liara looked up at her mother and Benezia looked back with both regret and sadness in her eyes. Liara knew she had to do something to get through Benezia's defenses, but she couldn't think how. An idea sparked in her mind and tears trickled down her cheeks as she gave in to it. "I'm sorry, mother," she whispered.

Liara darted forward, grasping her mother's face in her palms and pulling her lips towards those of Benezia's. They made contact, younger violet lips pressing firmly against older blue ones as Liara instigated a very deep kiss. Benezia made a surprised noise at first and instinctively tried to resist, but eventually just stopped and let Liara work her magic as if completely paralyzed. The very moment Liara found the mental boundary broken between them coincided with the moment Benezia began to actually kiss her daughter back, fully giving into the experience.

I thought she was going to keep this purely mental, Shepard thought as she looked on, feeling a little ticked off at it. She felt a little repulsed by what she was witnessing, but for some reason it was subsiding quickly.

Liara felt a warm sensation within her mind flow between her and her mother, which then began to spread to the rest of her body, intensifying more and more as time went on. Her body began to tingle all over as her mind flowed so deeply into her mother's she was no longer sure where she ended and her mother began. She could feel her mother's love and warmth as she had before, but it was so much more this time, and beyond that she felt a deep sensuality and connection she'd never felt before. It was starting to become overwhelming and she could feel the thoughts of how wrong it all was melting away almost as fast as new intense feelings of pleasure came.

"Goddess, mother!" Liara called out as her lips slurped away from Benezia's. They were her first words since making the link and she could see from Benezia's face that her mother probably wanted to say something similar. "It's incredible! I know it's wrong, mother, but- but I want to- I can't stop these urges!"

"I know," Benezia said. "I want you, Liara. I shouldn't but I do. You- You need to release me."

"I shouldn't, but-" Liara said, her body still tingling. It was a bit of a haze and her mother seemed incredibly beautiful in a way she'd never seen her as before. It sent a fire right to her center and her eyes fell upon Benezia's large breasts, right there at just below head-height for her. She knew it was all wrong, but it felt so good and was impossible to resist. Her body, mind and soul were aching for it, whether Benezia was her mother or not.

Liara blushed at thoughts of what was to come, then reached around behind the tilted bench and began to release her mother's ankles. Shepard took a little time to realize what Liara was doing. "Liara! No, wait!" Shepard said as she raised her gun.

"It's okay, Shepard," Liara said, her voice clearly distracted and without even a glance at the Commander. "She's harmless like this."

"Not entirely," Benezia purred deeply, sending a chill up Liara's spine. Liara breathed heavily then pressed herself against her mother, stepping up onto the foot of the bench. Her mouth latched onto her mother's for another deep kiss as she reached up and behind the bench to the wrist releases, freeing her mother's arms. As soon as they were Benezia took her daughter in her arms and pulled her closer.

Shepard just leaned back and watched again, her once-aimed weapon now drooping almost out of her hand. Shepard's eyes were like saucers and her mouth gaped open at the sight before her. It was starting to feel a bit warm to her in the med bay now.

The kiss eventually ended and Liara reached up to her mother's collar. She unfastened it quickly, then parted it at the center to reveal her mother's long, blue neck. Their lips locked again as Liara began to peel the dark, mottled piece of clothing from Benezia's shoulders and slide them off her arms. "By the Goddess! You are so beautiful, Liara," Benezia said when their lips next parted.

Liara smiled and blushed, biting her bottom lip playfully and gazing at her mother with hungry eyes as she slipped the straps holding up the bodice of her mother's dress from the older asari's shoulders. Benezia's ample bosom swayed free as the material loosened and she felt one of Liara's palms brush across a nipple. Liara gave Benezia a quick but forceful kiss, stretching her mother's lower lip slightly as she pulled away and her face descended to her newly revealed prize. Taking a brief moment to take in the sights, Liara stuck out her tongue to lick Benezia's left nipple, then quickly began to suck on it while one hand came up to play with the other. "Oh, Liara!" Benezia said, taking her daughter's head in her hands. "Oh yes!"

Shepard gasped a little, not at what she was watching but as she realized she'd pinched her own nipple through her fatigues. She also then realized she had been twitching somewhat down below, rubbing her thighs together and fidgeting in her seat. A third realization hit her as she admitted to herself she was enjoying what she saw. A lot. She knew she really shouldn't be, but that fact made it even worse and made her like it even more. I guess I'm more of a renegade than I'd like to think, she thought.

After switching tongue and hand to the opposite breasts for a short while, Liara stopped to unbuckle the strap around her mother's waist, which was final restraint. As she did Benezia reached towards her throat and began to unfasten her daughter's labcoat, sliding her fingers down and around to release the top portion first, then opening it and opening the gray flap that fastened it tight around her body. Benezia leaned into Liara to push the whole garment open and their lips made contact again, their tongues entering each other's mouths as Benezia removed the dark green and white jacket. Liara herself had to remove the last of it from her arms, but her lips didn't leave Benezia's the entire time, and as soon as her arms and hands were free again, she began squeezing her mother's breasts in her palms.

Even without her jacket though, Liara was still mostly covered. A tight bodysuit with horizontal black and gray stripes covered almost everywhere from the neck down, including her hands, and she still had her thigh-high boots on. Benezia pulled out of the kiss then ran her finger down from the top of Liara's chest to her navel, while her daughter just stared at her with lust in her half-lidded eyes and blush in her cheeks. Doing this revealed a line of light blue skin, but Benezia didn't do anything further to show any more. She just smirked and then took a step back. Liara giggled. "Going to make me undress myself, are we?" she asked her mother.

"Not exactly," Benezia said and she licked her lips. "But I'm not going to be the one who removes it either."

Liara looked puzzled for a moment but felt another presence close by. Before she could turn to look, a pair of hands wrapped around her from behind and she could feel another warm body pressing against her back, and warm breath on her right cheek. "I couldn't let you two have all the fun," Shepard said huskily.



Oh Mother, Where Art Thou? Ch. 03



"Shepard!" Liara exclaimed, so shocked she thought she might lose the link with Benezia. "What are you-"

Liara's words ended abruptly, replaced by a satisfied moan as Shepard's tongue slid from the folds of her head down her neck. She felt cool air hit her chest as Shepard's hands pulled the thin bodysuit open, revealing her perky breasts to her mother, who just stood there with a devious smirk as she observed. Shepard's tongue continued to trail its way down her shoulders and back as the bodysuit also slid its way down. Liara looked back and down at Shepard, but felt a hand take her chin and direct her gaze forward again. Her mother's loving face filled her vision and she found herself kissing Benezia again. Any concerns the link would break were gone now. If anything, with Shepard part of the experience now, it felt even stronger and more intense.

Liara found her kisses with Benezia being intermittently interrupted by her own small gasps as her mother squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples between her fingers. Shepard had meanwhile moved back up and was placing gentle kisses upon her neck and shoulders. The human woman's hair felt incredibly soft against the back of her head folds, sometimes even ticklish. Liara couldn't believe what was happening to her: both her lover and her mother pleasuring her at the same time. It felt so intense, and she knew full well that they hadn't even touched her most sensitive spot yet.

"My turn," Shepard said smoothly from over Liara's shoulder, and Liara found herself being spun around to face the human woman she adored so much. Shepard wasted no time in pressing her soft, pink lips against Liara's while her hands roamed over her soft skin. While Liara and Shepard were making-out, Benezia used the time to sway and slide the rest of her dress from her hips and to the ground, then remove her boots and kick them aside. The only thing the Matriarch now wore was a small, black pair of panties. She returned to her daughter, this time being the one who placed kisses across her smooth shoulders and neck. She reached around and pulled Liara against her, cupping her daughter's soft blue breasts in her palms and massaging them gently.

Shepard's lips and tongue slid away from Liara's and the Commander winked at her lover and descended, kissing Liara's chest on the way. Liara watched Shepard reach her stomach, then felt one hand of Benezia's leave one of her breasts and turn her head. Her nose bumped her mother's, whose face peeked over her left shoulder. They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, and while it was slightly awkward given the angle their lips and tongues began to slide against each other once more. Benezia's hands returned to their massaging and Liara felt Shepard lifting her right leg up and the boot upon it being slid off. The same thing happened to the left boot a few moments later. Cool air touched Liara's thighs and legs as Shepard peeled off the last portion of the bodysuit, leaving Liara in the same state of dress as her mother.

As Shepard began to kiss and lick up Liara's legs and thighs, the younger asari seemed to ignore the fact that she no longer felt her mother's touch. There was a clunking sound behind her and before she could turn to investigate her mother had grabbed her from behind again. Just as Shepard's mouth was about to make it to her most sensitive spot, she was pulled backwards away from the Commander and found herself sitting on her mother's lap. Looking down she realized that they were sitting on the bench Benezia had been strapped to, and what the noise must have been was her mother setting it back to its horizontal position and turning it around sideways.

It was now Shepard's turn to disrobe, as the Commander unfastened and removed her fatigues in front of the two asari. She did it slowly, swaying seductively as she did and never taking her eyes off Liara for a moment. All the while Benezia kissed and licked Liara's neck and shoulders and softly squeezed her breasts and nipples. "By the Goddess, Shepard! You are beautiful!" Liara remarked once Shepard was down to her bra and panties.

Shepard laughed, and Liara felt a pang of disappointment when the Commander stopped there, wondering if her comment was the cause of it somehow. Shepard slinked over to Liara and the asari soon found that the disappointment she had just felt was about to be remedied. Shepard leaned down and placed her hands on Liara's hips, then hooked two fingers into Liara's panties. The young asari felt paralyzed as Shepard worked them down her legs and onto the floor. Shepard then kneeled down at the foot of the bench, her hands moving to Liara's thighs. The human slowly spread Liara's legs open as she leaned forward, fully revealing the glistening azure folds between them. Liara's breathing had quickened by a significant amount and she still couldn't move. Even her mother had briefly stopped tending to her upper half to just watch and wait.

Shepard moved her face in towards Liara's center slowly, her mouth opening more the closer she got and her tongue slowly extending. She couldn't help but note how similar to human women asari were even in this case, wondering briefly if that was always the way or if it was an evolution they developed when coming across multi-gendered races. Just as she was about to make contact Shepard stopped, noting Liara's slight jump and inhale just at the same moment. Not moving further she looked up at Liara and smiled at the look on her lover's face, then poked out her tongue again and leaned in.

Liara jerked and gasped as Shepard's tongue touched her moist, slightly parted blue folds. At first Shepard gently ran the tip of her tongue up them gently and softly a couple of times, but the third time contact was made she pressed her tongue further inside. Liara bucked and Shepard felt her lover's lower lips squeezing around her tongue.

The damp warmth surrounding it was incredible, and Shepard noticed Liara tasted sweeter than a human woman did. Her tongue also seemed to tingle slightly, and as she loved it around she felt what seemed like tiny bumps massaging it, which only tingled more as they rubbed. Removing her tongue, Shepard opened Liara's folds wider with her fingers to examine the details of an asari's sex closer, and did indeed find some tiny, smooth protruding bumps there. No wonder everybody loves the asari! the Spectre thought as her tongue still tingled slightly and she realized how stimulating these two new discoveries could be when combined.

Shepard looked up at Liara, who was now panting down at her with flushed cheeks as Benezia played with her breasts. Smiling up at them, the human woman was about to dive in for another taste when she realized something. The way Benezia and Liara were positioned with the latter on her mother's lap could allow her to service both of them fairly easily. Smiling devilishly, Shepard grasped Benezia's panties and began to slide them down, exposing the Matriarch's own sex directly below her daughter's. Aside from being a bit darker and a little larger, they looked very similar. "We have a saying on Earth: kill two birds with one stone," Shepard told them. "It means to basically achieve two goals with one action. I'm going to do slight twist on it, and thrill two birds with one tongue."

Not allowing the asari to respond, Shepard immediately leaned in and pressed her tongue into Benezia's blue slit, making the Matriarch gasp and shudder. With a large, upward slurp Shepard ran her tongue up through Benezia's moistening warmth and up into Liara's, which was no more than a couple of inches above it. Both asari began to made small noises of pleasure as Shepard repeated the process over and over.

With Shepard's mouth working magic down below, Liara barely felt her mother's lips peck her cheek, but she still heard her mother's voice when whispering softly and lovingly from over her shoulder. Their mental connection meant she knew what her mother was saying before she even said it, but hearing the words made all the difference given the words and meaning.

"Oh, my sweet, adorable Liara," Benezia cooed. "You really have grown up into a beautiful young woman. I'm so proud of you. I know we haven't been close lately, but you were still my daughter and I've always loved you. And now I find myself sharing an even deeper love than before. Can you feel it? Can you feel my love, Liara?"

"Yes, mother," Liara let out between heavy gasps. "By the Goddess, yes!"

"Good darling," Benezia breathed and she kissed her daughter's flushed cheek again. "I want you to. I want to make up for the years we've spent apart, where I neglected you. I want to give you all the love I can. I want to tend to your every need and desire."

"Oh, mother!" Liara gasped, shuddering at the words as much as what was going on between her legs.

"I want to pleasure you, my ravishing Liara. I want to send ecstasy coursing through your entire body so powerful you can't imagine it. I want to make you call my name out in desire and I want to feel you shuddering from my touches. I want to explore your supple young body all over until I've been everywhere at least a dozen times. I want to feel your wet warmth around my fingers as they stimulate you deeply. I want to taste your essence right from the source and feel it slide down my throat. I want to feel your tongue pressed deep within me and let you savor the juices within."

"Mother!" Liara called out. "What you say, mother. It's so wrong!" Liara then turned and gazed into her mother's eyes and both could see the intense lust in each other's stare. "But by The Goddess, does it feel so right!" Liara finished.

Mother and daughter's mouths sucked onto each other and the sounds they made together weren't too different from the ones coming from between their legs as Shepard's tongue maintained its frenzied onslaught. After a few moments they parted, their foreheads and noses still pressed together as they gasped breaths into each other's mouths. After gathering her breath a little, Benezia reached down and touched Shepard on the head softly. "Commander, if you wouldn't mind postponing things down there for a moment, I'd like a moment with my beautiful daughter."

Shepard paused for a moment before removing her tongue from Liara and licking her lips. She looked up at the two of them and waited, and Benezia looked deeply into Liara's eyes and spoke. "I want to be your first, Liara," she said, this time with a voice of deep love rather than the one of heated lust just moments ago. "I want to be the first one two send you over the edge and beyond your pleasure threshold. I know you wanted Shepard to have that honor, but if you don't mind, I would like to do it."

With their minds linked Benezia knew her daughter's answer almost immediately, but seeing tears form in her large blue eyes and a smile form on her lips warmed her heart greatly. "I love you, mother," Liara said. "I want this. Send me out of this world with pleasure, like you brought me into it."

Benezia stroked Liara's cheek and smiled back, before pulling her daughter into another kiss. This one was softer and more loving, rather than the fevered hunger of before. Benezia's hand drifted from Liara's face and down her neck, then trailed down between her breasts towards her stomach. Liara felt the light, tingling sensation of her mother's fingers working their way down her body. She broke their kiss with a gasp when she felt her mother's fingers gentle cup the sensitive skin between her legs.

Shepard had stood back up and stepped back, simply watching mother and daughter with fascination and one hand tucked down the front of her panties. "This is where you're aching, isn't it, Liara?" Benezia said huskily. "Don't worry, my sweet, beautiful daughter. Mother will rub it and make it feel much better."

Benezia's hand slowly moved over Liara's sex, sliding up and down across the slick skin that was already partially lubricated thanks to the attention Shepard's tongue had given earlier. Liara's breathing began to quicken as she looked down, just as much from the fact it was her mother's hand as from the act itself. One of her hands moved to her own breast to toy with it while the other reached back to hold her mother's face. Eventually Benezia's fingers parted at the center, still moving as the action parted Liara's azure folds. "Are you ready, my darling?" Benezia whispered against Liara's cheek. "I want to enter you."

"Yes, mother," Liara said with heavy breath. "I want to feel your fingers inside me."

Benezia smiled and kissed her daughter's cheek, then brought the two busy middle fingers together and slowly eased them between the moist lips between Liara's legs. Liara gasped as and arched her back as she felt her mother's slither inside, then made an adorable cooing noise that grew into a higher-pitched exhale of pleasure. "You're so wet and tight, my darling child," Benezia said softly as she began to slowly pump the fingers inside Liara. "I'm so glad I'm going to be the first one to bring you to climax. You are so sexy and gorgeous, and you're mine."

"Oh, mother!" Liara squeaked, bucking and letting out little squeals now and then. Liara looked ahead to see Shepard stop tending to herself so that she could reach around and unclip her bra. The beautiful human's eyes met with the young asari and both were transfixed on each other while Shepard removed the garment and then reached down to slide her panties off as well, leaving her naked like the two blue beauties before her. "Oh, Shepard!" Liara said. "I've never felt so- This is too much! By the Goddess, I think I'm going to-!"

Liara arched her back against Benezia, letting out a yell of unrestrained pleasure following by a wavering cry of "Mother!" Benezia made a satisfied noise as she felt her daughter orgasm into her hand, which became increasingly warm and slippery with Liara's juices that squirted against it before trickling down and sending a pleasant tingling sensation across and through her own nether regions. As her daughter began to soften up and press limply against her body, Benezia cooed softly to her between pecks against her blooming cheeks.

The sight of Liara upon Benezia's lap being brought to the very height of pleasure by her own mother was almost too much for Shepard, whose fingers immediately dived between her own legs, while those on the other hand caressed across her own skin sensually. Benezia smiled at the human before her's actions, then her attention returned to her daughter when she noticed Liara's eyes beginning to flutter half-open. "Oh, my beautiful Liara," Benezia said softly followed by a kiss to Liara's temple. "I love you so much. You're like a perfect Thessian cream pie. On the outside you're soft, smooth and delicate, and on the inside you're sticky, warm and sweet. And on top of it all, you're good enough to eat."

Liara's vision was a bit hazy, but she could make out her mother's hand coming into view and rising towards them slowly. As it got closer she noticed it was glistening with wet sticky liquid and she couldn't help but widen her eyes just a little as she saw her mother bring the fingers closer to her mouth. Liara watched silently as Benezia extended her long, dark tongue to capture a gooey droplet ready to fall from her wrist, then run it up into her palm before making a satisfied slurp. "Mmmmmmm... delicious!" Benezia commented. "You're sweet in more ways than one, my little blue cream pie." Benezia's smile vanished and a look of heavy-lidded lust replaced it as she moved her hand closer to Liara's face. "Would you like to taste your own heavenly nectar for yourself?"

Liara looked into her mother's gazing eyes and then to the bedewed fingers before her. Before she wouldn't have even dreamed of tasting the sticky product of her own sexual excitement and found the idea revolting to say the least. But after what she'd been through, seeing her mother's beautiful face staring into her soul with sexual heat and her own love juice smeared over her elegant fingers sent feelings and sensations that were almost the opposite instead. Liara's own expression mirrored that of her mother's and she extended her tongue, running it along the underside of the two fingers that had been within her and then taking the digits into her mouth entirely to gently suck on them.

Seeing and feeling her daughter's mouth suckling at her fingers sent an erotic warmth through Benezia, who encouraged her daughter with soft sounds and words of approval. It didn't take long for Liara to clean off her mother's hand, leaving it now wet with only her saliva. "You didn't save any more for me. After all, just one taste isn't enough to satisfy," Benezia mockingly chided. "It doesn't matter though. I prefer to eat from the source directly anyway."

Liara felt Benezia lean back against the bench, while keeping her sitting upright by holding her shoulders. Liara looked back and down at Benezia, who smirked and ran her hands from Liara's shoulders down her sides to her hips. With her mother's gentle encouragement, Liara pulled her legs back up onto the bench and under herself, and then Benezia guided her daughter's hips back towards her face until her they were right above it. Liara's head and shoulders were still largely where they had started, as she propped herself up on her hands, leaning above her mother's hips.

Liara knew what was coming. The thought excited her, but at the same time she was still tingling and throbbing down below somewhat from Benezia's capable fingers. She didn't know how she was going to handle having even more pleasure being applied while she was still so sensitive down there. Still, she barely hesitated long before slowly lowering her still dripping sex towards her waiting mother's mouth. She let out a slight gasp as she felt Benezia's firm, yet soft, tongue press against her skin just beneath her navel, and these gasps became more frequent as it slid further and the pleasure grew with each millimeter.

While Benezia took her time and things seemed in a hazy slow-motion to both asari, it wasn't long until her tongue scooped through her daughter's azure folds, coating it and her lips with the warm fluids of Liara's arousal and sending a jolt right to Liara's core that caused her to yelp and throw her head backwards. Benezia repeated the process over and over, stimulating Liara so much she thought her heart would beat right out of her chest and she'd literally explode from between her legs and die from it. She bit her lower lip, squeezing her eyes and calling out either for the Goddess or her mother now and then. After a while she collapsed back forward down onto her hands and opened her eyes, looking down to see her mother's own sex directly beneath her chin.

Almost like an instinct she reacted, lowering her face down upon it and extending her own tongue. Unlike her mother who had gently teased her softly and slowly and adopted a very sensual, gentle approach, Liara just dove in, pressing her tongue in suddenly as deep as she could and slicing it through Benezia's folds. She immediately felt her mother jump beneath her and felt the next application of her mother's tongue on her own loins interrupted and replaced by a gush of warm breath against it instead, followed with her name being sighed.

Liara smiled, though didn't stop the ravenous devouring of her mother's sex. She immediately enjoyed the taste, noticing it to be richer than that of her own and with a hint of something she couldn't quite describe. She felt Benezia continue to orally pleasure her back, but it was far more intermittent than it had started, and again Liara heard her name being moaned and sighed every so often. Liara soon noticed another presence close to her head, and stopped briefly to look up. "May I join in? Or is this a meal for just one?" Shepard asked from mere inches away.




Oh Mother, Where Art Thou? Ch. 03



Liara just smiled, raising her head slightly to give Shepard room. The human reciprocated the expression then leaned in and dragged her tongue upwards through Benezia's folds slowly. She leaned back and looked at Liara, who immediately understood and lowered her face to lick downwards through them. The two repeated the process over and over, looking at each other now and then to let out a small giggle and increasing the speed each time. Liara could feel her mother was close to climax from the way she was moving and the fact that Benezia's attempts to pleasure her back were more and more interrupted. Finally during one of Liara's licks Benezia exploded, covering her daughter's lower face in sticky goo.

Liara leaned up and immediately began to lick her lips as her mother shuddered beneath her. She noticed Shepard lean in towards her slowly with heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. The human put out her tongue and licked the dripping liquid from Liara's chin then let their lips meet. Shepard pressed up against her, rising up to swing her one leg up and over Benezia's until she was straddling the matriarch's thigh. As she passionately kissed her asari lover, Shepard began to grind her own sex against Benezia's leg, while reaching up to cup Liara's perky breasts in her palms.

Liara and Shepard's lips slurped apart as the young asari needed air, with her whispering Shepard's name just before she inhaled it. She rotated her tongue around her own mouth to take in the juices that Shepard's own mouth hadn't removed, then watched her human lover staring at her with pink cheeks as she bucked upon her mother's leg and massaged her breasts. "Oh, Shepard," Liara said with a smile. "This is the most wonderful experience."

"I should be worried about the fate of the galaxy," Shepard said between moans and grunts. "About Saren, Sovereign and The Geth. But instead here I am making love to a beautiful pair of asari at the same time. And mother and daughter at that."

"You should at least appreciate the fact that you're living out what is probably a highly desired fantasy," Liara said with a smirk. Shepard smirked back, pulling herself closer until the tip of her nose touched Liara's. "I do. But don't forget that you're as much a part of it as I am," Shepard told Liara, pulling her into another kiss.

As the two moaned into each other's mouths, Shepard's move had pushed Liara rear-end back down somewhat, and the asari found herself gasp with slight surprise as a small, but sudden, jolt ran between her legs. She'd pressed her sex down upon the tip of her mother's nose. Shepard took hold of Liara's lips in hers again, and Liara continued to jump and gasp a little as Benezia gently lapped at her folds like a cat with a saucer of milk. It was Shepard's turn to jump slightly a moment later, as she too was caught by surprise at a very pleasant sensation between her own legs. Detaching from Liara, she glanced down to notice she was grinding about as high on the Matriarch's thigh as she could, and that some of Benezia's juices had made contact with her pussy, resulting in a very pleasing tingling sensation that seemed to be growing.

Shepard wanted more, so pulled her right leg up onto the bench beside Benezia, causing her vagina to make contact with Benezia's asari equivalent as she scissored with the Matriarch. As the lower lips of Shepard and Benezia seemed to kiss each other, the sensation caused Benezia's tongue to thrust up into Liara's slit, instigating a kiss with it, which then in turn caused both Liara and Shepard's heads to jerk forward towards each other, creating a third kiss that sealed the chain. Shepard squelched her pussy between Benezia's thighs forcefully, grunting into Liara's lips. Liara reciprocated in kind, with her mother suckling upon her azure folds making her just as wild. All three were caught up in the rhythm and passion beneath their thighs so much that their mouths seemed to lose control, sending tongues, saliva and juices all over the place, but they didn't seem to care.

Shepard was the first to reach release, despite the two asari having climaxed already that night. The sensation of Benezia's love liquid making direct contact with her clit was beyond explanation and belief, and combined with the movement stimulation it wasn't long until the Commander was sent over the edge. Shepard falling forward into Liara caused her to be next, as the action increased the pressure of Benezia's eager mouth on her loins, and finally Shepard's jerking aftershocks against Benezia's slit sent the eldest of the trio into orgasm too. For a moment things seemed very silent, save for what seemed like very quiet panting from all three participants. Liara opened her eyes to look at Shepard, their foreheads pressed together. Shepard was still twitching and jerking a little every now and then with a slight shudder. Her eyes met Liara's and she simply muttered, "it still tingles."

"I could clean it out," Liara said smoothly. "I'd love to see how you taste by comparison."

"I'm not sure if I could take it. Besides, there's so much of your mother still down there taste wise, how would you know what's her and what's me?" Shepard asked.

"I'll just have to be thorough then. I'll clean you out first, that's all."

"Whatever happened to that unworldly, innocent scientist I met on Therum?" Shepard said with a slight chuckle.

"She's still here. She's just changed a bit. And she still wants to join with you."

Shepard was taken aback. "You- you mean tonight? After all this? Are you sure you've still got it in you. I saw how just seeing those visions took it out of you, and you've gone at least three rounds with your mother and I already!"

"I'll be fine in five or ten minutes," Liara said with a grin, but a definite look of fatigue. "But I want this, Shepard. I want you. Tonight, in case there is no other. Mother is close to sleep. We should go to your quarters."

"Did it work? Did it cure her?"

Liara nodded. "I think so. It's hard to tell with her being so close to drifting off. I'll drop the link with her, and then we'll let her rest. I'll make sure she's comfortable in here, I'll meet you in your room."

Benezia opened her eyes slowly, somewhat delirious and unsure where she was or why. She sat up carefully, raising one hand to her forehead as things began to clear. She realized her wrists weren't restrained, then that she was covered by a white sheet while lying on a functional, but not overly comfortable bed. Then last night came flooding back to her all at once, right about the same time as she looked up and saw Dr. Chakwas approaching her. "Good morning, Matriarch," the human said. "Sleep well, I take it?"

Benezia looked at the doctor's face and could immediately tell the human knew something at least. Aside from the tone of her voice that heavily implied something without outright saying it, she had an almost suspicious and somewhat judgmental expression on her face. The smell of sanitary chemicals was stronger than usual too, suggesting that if nothing else Chakwas had done her best to eliminate or disguise what was probably a rather strong aroma of sweat and passion in the med-bay. Despite every sign that the doctor at least knew the basic nature of what went on, Benezia decided to try to ignore it. "Yes. Thank you, doctor," came her simple answer.

"Good," Chakwas said, her face stone as she turned to a bedside machine. "You'll probably notice you are unrestrained. According to all our readings there are no signs of indoctrination in you at all." Chakwas turned to her with a smile. "Liara's little experiment last night worked." The smile went away, along with an awkward pause. "Whatever it was."

Benezia simply nodded, her eyes probably a bit wider than usual. She opened her mouth to speak, but Chakwas interrupted her. "Before you say anything, I'd just like to add that we humans have a thing called 'Doctor Patient-Confidentiality' by the way. Not that it really applies here, since I wasn't present for what went on. Whatever it was." A pause. "Just letting you know. I'm not sure if you asari have something similar or not."

"Thank you, doctor," Benezia said with a smile. "Is Liara-"

"Your daughter is in the bay next door, as usual. There's a dressing gown on a hook just over there."

Benezia slipped out of the sheets and into the gown, then pressed the door panel that led to Liara's chosen place of study. There was a long period of silence before Benezia heard the words "come in" from the other side. Her daughter's voice sounded emotionless. She entered to find Liara standing at one of the desks, using a computer, and dressed once more in her usual green and white doctor's coat. Liara's back was to her, and once the door closed behind Benezia her daughter spoke again, her voice once more rather cold and direct. "I'd love to chat, mother, but I have some last minute work to do before we reach Ilos."

"Okay," Benezia said. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me. Thanks to you, Saren is free from my mind."

"I know. Dr. Chakwas and I analyzed your results a few hours ago while you were sleeping. I'm glad I could help."

Liara still sounded far away and emotionally dead, and it didn't take much observation for Benezia to realize her daughter was making herself look busy and didn't appear to really be doing any research or work at all. Benezia took a few steps closer to Liara.

"Liara. We- we need to talk," she said.

"Mother, please," Liara said, stopping her attempted facade as she tensed up. She let out a sigh. "It's not- It wasn't- It should not have happened."

"But you saved my life, Liara. If it hadn't happened, I'd have either been dead or forever in Saren's claws."

"I'm happy for you, but we took it too far. It was wrong."

"Wrong? Who says it was wrong?"

"Everybody would!" Liara said, turning to face her mother for the first time since she had entered. "Our society, and our culture would. Almost every other civilized culture would agree."

"Our culture and society think it's wrong for two asari to mate now, despite that not being the case before."

"It's different and you know it is. We're mother and daughter. I wanted to help you, not seduce you. I'm glad it worked, but we got too caught up in the passion and lost control. We shouldn't have given in so easily. Especially me."

Liara seemed to go almost limp with shame, and there was a period of long silence between them. Benezia took a couple of steps forward, taking Liara's cheek in one hand and turning her face until Liara's large blue eyes met her own. "I meant everything I said to you last night, Liara. All of it. Every word I said, and thought I sent. And we were one. I read your mind too. And I know you weren't lying and meant every word and thought of yours too."

"N-n-no I didn't," Liara tried to defend. "I was caught up in the sensations. I lost control. My body was dominating my mind and better judgment."

"True to a degree, but not as much as you claim. Come, Liara. Be honest with yourself. You can't lie to me. I felt your love. Not just your lust and passion, but your love."

"E-even if what you said was true, there's no way anybody would accept it. Other asari would exile us if they could."

"The same asari that already treat you as an outcast for being a pureblood? I know you, Liara. You already fight to prove them wrong about that. Imagine you sticking it to them by not only being a pureblood, but your own mother's lover too."

"W-w-well what about Shepard?" Liara said next. "I love her, and she loves me. I want to have a relationship with her. I couldn't do this to her, even if I wanted to."

"Shepard was there with us last night, Liara," Benezia said dryly. "She was part of it, and she seemed to be having a great time. I'm sure she'd be more than willing to make it a regular occurrence. Stop making excuses why this can't work."

"I'm not making excuses, mother!" Liara snapped. "I'm bringing up genuine reasons!" She paused and her expression softened. "And you debunked all of them. You pushed them all aside with arguments why they aren't issues at all." Liara stepped closer, a flush coming to her cheeks and a slight smile on her lips. "Just like I hoped you would."

"Oh, Liara," Benezia said, embracing her daughter. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, mother," Liara said, tears coming to her eyes as she returned the hug. "More than anything."

The two stood in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity before pulling back, then staring at each other from arm's length away. They stared into each other's eyes for a while, and then their faces seemed to draw closer. A flush game to Liara's cheeks and her breathing began to quicken as her mother's face filled her vision. Their heads danced a little, with one's head turning to the left and the other's the right, and then alternating as they drew closer and their noses switched places. The med-bay extension seemed silent to them, so much so they could hear the soft smack as their mouths opened and their tongues protruded, ever so slightly. Like two cobras in combat their faces seemed to waver, Liara pressing forward with open mouth as her mother glided away teasingly, and then Benezia's mouth making chase as Liara retreated playfully. Contact was made when Benezia's tongue finally stretched out, connecting with the tip of Liara's and seeming to stick as if it belonged to a frog. Liara seemed to then use hers to haul her mother's lips around her own, and both mother and daughter moaned into each other's mouths as if getting into a perfectly warm bath at the end of a week spent on Noveria.

The bay soon rang with the low moans and crisp slurps of Liara and Benezia making-out, and the pace quickened as time ticked away. Benezia reached around Liara's waist and hauled her up, Liara responding by wrapping her legs around her mother as their lips and tongues continued to tangle. Benezia moved forwards, taking her daughter to the bench with the least amount of items on it, which were swept to the floor before she placed Liara's comely rear end upon it. Their lips parted with a strand of saliva still joining them for a moment afterwards, and Liara's called for her Goddess as her mother's mouth sucked onto her throat. She felt one of Benezia's palms stroke her stomach and begin to head down, and just as it was about to make it to her swiftly warming nexus, a voice over the intercom stopped them both in their tracks.

"Five minutes to the Mu Relay, Commander."

Listening to Joker's words, Liara looked at her mother and sighed with disappointment. She could see it was mutual.

"I had better go, duty calls," the younger asari said, fixing the collar her mother had unfastened. "Shepard and the others will probably be on the way to Joker now."

"Of course. Good luck, Liara. Come back to me alive"

"I will," Liara smiled, already heading for the door. "I'll stop Saren if only so we can continue where we left off when I get back."

She pressed the green door panel, allowing it to open, but stopped midway through her first step out to turn back to her mother. "Before I go, whatever happens, I just wanted to say, 'thank you.' For everything."

THE END



Oh Mrs Dillon



CHAPTER 1

After working for Becker Law since graduating from Law School, Andy Clough (29) signed up at Anderson-Dillon Law in an attempt to advance in his career.

He'd tired of death and injury law and appearing in court to represent mostly born criminals who believed their own lies and he'd contacted Barney Anderson, a friend of his father's, about a position.

"Yes young Andy. We have an opening in Family Law we can't fill.

"Christ Barney, that's the roosting place for female attorneys. You would have turned your nose up at that offer in my situation at my age."

"I guess you are right. Let me talk this over with Des Dillon.

Barney called Andy next afternoon.

"The only other gaps we have right now are Taxation Law and a position in Business Law specializing in assisting small outfits to set up business. Do well and you could be placed in mainstream business law. You state in your CV you have an interest in Business Law and worked in that field during breaks when you were at Law School."

"Yes that would be fine."

"We'll lift your present salary by ten grand on presentation of present salary details."

"Barney thanks. You are responsible for putting me back on course with my career aspirations."

"All I ask is that you do well for us. I won't tell your dad you screwed my arm for a position with us. You may lie and say you applied formerly for a position and I'll confirm that.

Jason is a city of 87,500 people and Becker Law at Number 1 in terms of size and billings, was a couple of spots ahead Anderson-Dillon in the pecking order. Like most women think, Andy wasn't too concerned about size. He was pleased to have secured a foothold in Business Law.

Andy had found on the Anderson-Dillon website that Des Dillon's wife Tayler Dillon, who judging by her picture was much too young for Des, was the partner in charge of Business Law and in fact she managed the department. She was forty and the site stated she and Des had two children, a son Gavin aged thirty in the military and daughter Gail aged twenty-six who worked in hospital admin.

Andy thought a mother, aged only ten years older that her son and fourteen years older than her daughter? Des had obviously married a second time so why attempt to gloss over that on the website?

He was about to find the step-mom was no pussy cat.

"Well Andy, you have been dumped on me. I want you to be aware of that."

"I hear you loud and clear ma'am."

"Tayler is quite acceptable thank you and that's Tayler with an 'e'.

"Is that 'e' immediately after the 't' or the 'l'?"

"Are you intent on getting us off to a difficult start Andy?"

He had a quick rethink. "That was a stupid joke Tayler."

"Well I recognized it as stupid. My concern was you might not be as astute."

Jesus, how could such a sexy looking woman be such a jerk? He decided to say nothing and thought the word jerk was asexual wasn't it?

"I'm looking forward to pulling my weight in your department and perhaps easing some of the pressure on you."

"Those are mere words Andy. If you are so keen to work in business law, why weren't you working in it at Becker Law?"

"Too many of us were seeking to transfer to that department."

"Is that true?"

"Until proven otherwise, yes."

"Spoken like an attorney," she smiled.

Jesus she smiled. 

"Well go down to HR on Level 1 and present your credentials and get on our payroll. Barney Anderson will have given them the basics. I'll place a file on your desk for when you return. Please action it, effectively."

Andy went down to HR thinking he'd like to screw Mrs Dillon, screw her fucking neck the acid-tongued bitch.

He smiled, feeling a lot better having mentally dealt with Mrs Dillon and thought it really was a little early to request a transfer to another department.

The mousy woman in HR was polite and efficient and gave Andy an interesting chart she printed out showing the company structure.

Barney Anderson and Des Dillon (God what a loopy name) headed the list of names and were called principal partners. Then there were eight partners below them and then a line was ruled across and the twelve departments, some of which provided a number of specialist services were set out below that with the name of each HoD (head of department) colored in red. Andy was impressed that his name already showed alphabetically as an associate on the list under Tayler Dillon's name in Business Law.

He counted the names. There were forty-one attorneys including partners and twenty-two support staff. 

Andy returned to the cubicle that placed him, he was sure, where Tayler could come out of her office and eye him. A young woman came over and said she was Chelsea and he shared her with two other attorneys and she did nothing more than flinch when Andy said, "A groupie, wow."

"Um please excuse me out-of-control humor Chelsea, it's lovely to meet you and being the new guy I really will appreciate your support. I've come to really appreciate the value of secretarial support."

"Thank you."

Chelsea then sat and explained the department's office systems and displayed the irritating habit of running a hand down her stocking and the top of the leg cross-over and Andy felt himself turning almost cross-eyed attempting to look anywhere but at that wandering hand and to avoid looking down her dress top because she sat leaning forward.

No way did he wish Chelsea to trumpet to the support staff the new guy was an absolute lecher.

"Are you okay?" she finally asked. "You are twitching and your head is jerking."

"Um new environment and Mrs Dillon didn't make me feel welcome."

"Oh her," Chelsea said, lowering her voice. "This is confidential. She's married to one of the principal partners, his second wife, and he's the worst lecher in the office. During the end-of-week drinks last Friday she went into the women's bathroom and found her husband fisting Mrs Monks the office manager. There was a huge scene and Mrs Monks fled the room and wrote out her resignation and we understand Mr Dillon is at present living in a hotel. So Mrs Dillon is in a lousy mood and you probably caught it in the neck."

Phew, Andy sighed. Perhaps Mrs Dillon might not be a vindictive witch.

"Unfortunately I'm newly married so I cannot play around if you are that way inclined. But if you are try Mrs Benny, one of the paralegals available for you to use."

Chelsea left the room and left Andy regretting she was newly married. But perhaps he was skilled enough to persuade her to change her mind.

He opened the folder. In essence, the brief stated Julie and Charles Long, brother and sister, required legal advice about setting up a small bicycle sales and servicing center in their neighborhood. They had no business experience and capital was limited.

Andy sighed and wondered if Mrs Dillon had dug into the 'too hard' basket to set him up to fail with this one. He called the number and Julie Long replied. She sounded pleasant enough.

"Do you know Tayler Dillon?"

"No why?"

"She has handed me your request for legal advice to set up a cycle sales and service business. Julie you and Charles can come and see me but you'll have to pay for the legal advice. If you want free advice try the Chamber of Commerce and you might refer you to someone.

"When can we come and see you?"

"I can see you any time I'm free during office hours."

"We are an hour away from the city after visiting our uncle's attorney. Uncle Jack has left me brother and I $150,000 each. We didn't even know he'd died."

They met a little over an hour later and left thirty minutes later. They were very happy with Andy's advice to buy a half share of an existing bicycle business on the understanding both could work in the business so they could learn the ropes. They could then attempt to acquire full ownership. Andy said they should consult a business broker over the value and viability of the business they targeted and when they decided to proceed, he'd draw up a partnership contract for them or could assess the contract the cycle business owner came up with.

Andy went in to ask Tayler for more work.

"What do you want?"

Jesus.

"The cycle brother and sister have departed happily and I have a 30-minute billing from that with more to come."

"Oh god, you have pushed them into proceeding. Andy they are business babes in the woods."

"Yeah right. I've convinced them to attempt to buy into an existing profitable business to learn the ropes and then to try to buy out of owner or look elsewhere."

"Thank god for that. Good for you."

"I'd like more work."

"There are a bunch of files on that table. Take as many of them as you wish."

Andy grabbed an armful.

Tayler saw that and smiled.

As he neared the door she said, "Oh Andy, I am booked to attend at law conference this coming weekend but for reasons best-known to himself, my husband will not be accompanying me. I need a partner for the social events so would you consider accompanying me?"

"Yes certainly."

"Thank you. I'll get the suite changed to a double suite if I can or you may have to stay at a different hotel if all the rooms are gone."

"No problem."

"Don't you wish to know details?"

"You can brief me on the way. Any Business Law Conference will be a good conference for me."

Tayler thanked him and said she liked his attitude. She said the venue was 225 miles away and so they'd drive, leaving at noon Friday.

Andy walked off thinking he was an idiot sucking up to Tayler like that. Once a bitch always a bitch, he thought despondently. She might be a terrible driver and would drink two wines and fall on her back and he'd have to drag her to her room.

Jesus.

"Hi Andy. I'm Carla Benny, Mrs. I'm one of the paralegals available to you. What do you want from me?"

The woman, who looked like a bar-room floozy, jutted her big breasts forward and looked expectedly.

"You can take these files away and log them under my name with concise details."

"May I work in your office at the interview table?"

"Yes of course. That sounds very efficient. I would appreciate once you have entered them all that you organize them from the easiest/quickest to deal with down to the ball-breakers."

"Are you permitted to use a term like that with me Andy?"

"Of course," he grinned and she simpered she already liked Andy Clough very much.

Andy decided he wouldn't attempt to screw Carla, that he'd wait for her to screw him.

* * *

On Friday Tayler called and said it was time to go, that he should meet her in the basement parking area, space 1-56 on the A level of the basement.

He grabbed his weekend travel bag and headed to the elevator, aware Tayler would hang back so they would not be seen leaving together.

He waited at the rear of the current model mid-sized Mercedes coupe and she popped open the trunk as she approached. He placed his bag alongside her three matching bags and she said, "You drive Andy. That's one thing most males are good at doing."

She didn't quite say that contemptuously but he accepted she would be hurting after having seen her husband fisting the vagina of another woman, er presumably the vagina.

They reached the conference hotel in a little over four hours including a coffee stop.

"Well driven Andy, thank you."

He smiled and thought she'd become less tense the longer they'd driven from their home city.

The double suite was rather small but Andy thought it was better than him sleeping elsewhere.

"Just feel relaxed with me in this confined space. Treat me as you would your mother."

"Or older sister."

She smiled and he looked at her breasts much longer than a glance and although she noticed she didn't react. He could have kicked himself for doing that.

"I'm going shopping. Do you wish to accompany me?"

"I'd prefer to have a shower and relax if you don't mind?"

"That's okay. I was only being polite. Please take my bags into the room on the left please when they arrive."

"Sure."

"I have a change of clothes in this hand bag and will freshen up now."

"Good idea. Is it okay if I grab a beer?"

"Of course. Treat this as your home."

He asked could he make her coffee but she said no it would cut into her shopping time.

The bags arrived and Andy took his into his room and carried Tayler's bags to her room. She'd obviously showed before changing clothes. Her clothes were on the floor between the bed and the en suite and a wet towel lay beside them.

Andy hung the towel in the bathroom and when bending over to pick up her clothes pulled the panties up and smelt them.

He felt aroused and lay back on her bed with her panties over his face and pulled out his cock and started jerking. When about to come he groaned "Oh Mrs Dillon, oh Mrs Dillon."

He heard her shriek, "Andy what are you doing!"

God he must have fallen asleep and awoken and resumed jerking.

His semen shot up high towards his feet but Tayler must have thought it would hit her. She dropped her shopping bags and lurched sideways.

"Jesus Andy. You have my panties and are on my bed. You are a depraved son-of-a-bitch."

Andy croaked he'd been cleaning up after her and had felt compelled to sniff her panties.

He said lamely,

"And then you took over."

"Me? You asshole. You can't blame me."

"Your scent aroused me."

She looked nonplussed and at that he realized the enormity of his indiscretion.

"I'm sorry. This has been terrible for you. I'll leave. I resign."

"Andy, stop it."

He looked at her, red-faced and ashamed.

"Andy you were aroused. Don't you think I know what it's like being aroused?"

He felt like saying no but remained mute.

"Well I do. I caught my husband with his hand up a woman just recently and I was devastated at him choosing to do that in such a public place and I felt belittled but I also felt aroused. But enough of that and enough of this. Put that thing away and go and shower and get ready to take me out."

"Are you forgiving me?"

"I've already forgiven you. Off you go and not another word about this you very bad boy. God I've never heard myself being called Mrs Dillon like you were crying out my name from your heart. I think the bad boy is also a sweet boy."

In the shower Andy soaped his dick and it grew in his hand. He was aghast but managed a weak grin. It was difficult to keep the wily guy down at times.

They went to the cocktail party at 7:00 and to his delight he found two females who were at law school with him. Jenny, having seen him with the older woman, asked was he screwing her.

"God no, she's the senior partner's wife and my boss. He couldn't come, er be here."

The two females laughed and went on to talk about practicing law.

When Andy returned to Tayler's side and told her he'd been at law school with those two women, Tayler said she didn't mind if he wished to go off with them.

"No tonight you are my date."

"Oooh," Tayler said, taking another sparkling wine from the waiter. She whispered to Andy, "This stuff goes down me and out me and leaves me feeling sexy."

"Um I'll go and get another beer."

"Don't you like me talking to you intimately Andy?"

"I feel sure I will, after I get used to you Mrs Dillon."

"Oooh I expect I can get you feeling very used to you Andy. Oh here are the O'Neill's coming to talk to me."

Tayler and Andy went to dinner with the O'Neill's and two other couples and they had a great time.

"I'm walking on air darling," Tayler said to Andy as they walked from the cab and into their hotel. You may go to the bar Andy but I'll come with you. I'm not letting you out of my sight. Oooh I'm talking to you so possessively."

"It's okay. I think I should put you to bed."

"Oooh yes please Andy."

Andy hovered, ready to catch her, because excess alcohol had put staggers into her walk rhythm. But she managed the walk unassisted. 

Inside their suite he said, "Well goodnight. We had a really excellent evening."

She pouted and whined, "I need you to put me to bed. I have over-indulged in alcohol."

"You'll manage."

"I'll fall over and hurt myself and if injured the medical report will reveal you and I had sneaked away for the weekend and were staying at a hotel in the same suite."

God, the sneaky bitch. Excessive alcohol was affecting her equilibrium a little but apparently not her brain.

"Your schedule on our website stated you would be away at this law conference."

"Yes honey but no mention has been made anywhere and to anyone that you would accompany me. What would the reaction to be that from people, particularly my lousy over-sexed husband?"

"Very well," Andy said, taking her arm under an elbow and he heard her sigh.

They entered her bedroom and she said brightly, "Oh this is where I found you jerking off."

He cringed.

"Not that I will mention that," she said, smiling and looking rather pie-eyed.

Andy almost laughed at how comical she appeared, having consumed beer and wine rather expansively himself. He warned himself not to succumb if she tried it on because she probably would only be playing with him to enjoy firing him up and then rejecting him.

Mrs Dillon, Tayler with an 'e', stood quietly and cooperatively as he stood behind her and removed her short-sleeved Bolero jacket made of thick bridal satin and embellished with faux pearls.

"Kick off your shoes," he commanded, and she obeyed and he held her over her hips to steady her. Shoe removal lowered her to the level of his nose and he automatically leaned forward and kissed her nape before removing the floral thingy she'd pinned above her right ear.

He couldn't believe he'd just done that, he was seriously a stupid jerk. Andy held his breath and she made no comment or turned to be kissed, much to his relief.

"Um how do I get your out of this very tight dress?"

"It's a sheath and is smaller at the bottom. Find the zip under my right armpit then turn me around and pull it off facing me, as I can make it easier for you."

Andy wondered how drunk was she? She was speaking coherently with no inexplicable gaps in her speech and no slurring. Was she seducing him?

"Um you are wearing a bra I presume?"

She said no while he wondered should that have been assume rather than presume.

"I-I'll see your breasts."

"Oh haven't you ever seen breasts?"

He dithered and she said she would feel privileged if he saw her breasts.

He pulled the zip down and she turned without waiting and held up her arms. The effect of that was to press her breast mass outwards.

Andy looked at the two bulges.

She looked at Andy and then looked down at her boobs and said, "They now have some sag. It happens to women as they get older and lose muscular elasticity."

"You're not old."

"Oooh darling."

He got on with it and removed her dress without ripping it or overly stretching it.

He looked at her boobs with the nipples indicating arousal.

Tayler studied his face and smiled when she saw the top lip being licked.

He stammered, "I b-better go."

"Yes perhaps you should. Oh darling please place me on to the toilet seat safely. I don't wish to fall and must go wee-wees."

Wee-wees? Andy wondered what she would call fucking?

They combined to get her seated safely and Andy managed to snatch a handful of tit and squeeze and was damn sure she could have walked into that bathroom singing and seat herself with ease.

"I-I must go."

"Yes you should."

He hesitated and she pounced.

"I'd like you to watch darling," she said lifting. She'd already pulled down her panties.

Probably as she'd anticipated, Andy stood paralyzed.

She remained lifted and he saw the stream of processed fluid. When she bent down to wipe and her tits drooped significantly, swaying, Andy was hooked. He had to get his mouth around one of those stiff little nipples.




Oh Mrs Dillon



He helped her off and laughing she told him to get out of his suit and on to her bed.

After cleaning her teeth, Tayler re-entered the bedroom walking very steadily, cupping her tits and holding them out for him. Then she saw his limp dick.

"Oh dear."

He said lamely he'd had a lot to drink.

"Mommy knows best," she said smoothly, and climbing on to the bed and advance, dribbling.

Yes dribbling, er from the mouth.

"Well dear boy, you hang well. There's plenty here for mommy."

That didn't excite the penis.

'Mommy' bent over the limp dick and stuffed some into her mouth and miraculously, although not a miracle because it was as nature intended, Andy's dick rose to this illustrious occasion. 

'Mommy' as far as Andy's dick was concerned, proved to be one of the world's great cock suckers. Later as Andy entered the lightly-haired pussy he marveled that his dick appeared to be at record length.

Unfortunately that fuck was not completed because they both fell asleep.

But they fucked next morning, twice during conferences recesses during the day, repeatedly before the formal dinner and then again at dawn and twice more before lunch on Sunday, really making up for their failure to complete on Friday night. 

They returned home after lunch on Sunday with cock and cunt feeling a little over-used.

Needless to say ach time Andy was about to ejaculate he'd cry out, "Oh Mrs Dillon."

She'd adored that.

As they neared Jason City Tayler said, "I've decided to take my husband back."

"That's fine, he is your husband."

Tayler hesitated, as if expecting Andy to be angry.

"Um I expected you to be angry?"

He grinned and said perhaps he was becoming more mature.

"I could call into your apartment occasionally."

"Don't do that. Try to mend your marriage. If you keep dropping in to be screwed by me you'll be tentative about committing to your marriage."

She said warmly, "You really do understand Andy. Look, Nevada Wilks is at me to find another associate as her team-mate to provide legal advice in the sale and purchase of small to medium sized businesses valued from $50,000 to $5 million. Her team-mate of four years has resigned because of advancing pregnancy. I am willing to team you with Nevada."

"I've seen her around; Nevada looks a pretty cold fish."

"Andy I'm sure you are the guy she needs to ring her bell and that's why I've suggested placing you with her. My feeling is if you can successfully unleash her sexually, Nevada will provide everything you want from a woman."

Tayler saw Andy lick his top lip and she smiled.

THE END



Oh My!



It was more than a chance meeting; he'd been talking with her online for months and had even called once or twice. Her voice was sweet and a little husky, though he hoped that at least part of that was the passion she felt for him – he indeed felt it for her as he imagined her talking, typing on her keyboard, and brushing herself in those gentle but insistent ways that he described as he made love to her online.

What was it about her? She was a bit older than he, and it thrilled him to imagine her enjoying herself in his company. Her life experiences were broad enough that she had little time for the games and false modesty of so many younger women. Their talks had ranged from language to philosophy, but always, or almost always, included recognition of their physical needs and desires. He didn't know which came first, the intellectual attraction or the physical, but at this point it didn't really make much difference – he wanted to see in person, live and moving and responding, that face that smiled out to him in the picture she'd sent.

As his plane descended through the clouds to the small airport, he had momentary second-thoughts; how pathetic he was to be traveling so far to meet someone when there were so many good looking ladies in his hometown. Though he'd married young, things were not working out as hoped, and after 25 years the kids were on their way out and his wife had slipped off, creating her own world of her own interests and it seemed they lived solitary lives, much like roommates he'd had in college – civil to each other and considerate after many years of practiced routine – but without the intimacy he so craved. 

Perhaps a mid-life crisis, but he'd found in a casual conversation that had quickly strayed to flirting a passion re-ignited. There was something about her – her wit, her realistic approach to life – which was refreshingly honest. And when he had first said how much he would like to kiss her, she'd said "oh my" but not resisted. As he told her how he would kiss her, how he would caress her, she continued with slight gasps and indications that she did not mind his attentions. He closed his eyes and imagined her, imagined kissing her lips, her face, gently on her eyes as his body brushed hers and his arousal increased. He kissed along her jaw-line and nibbled on the lobes of her ears, his breathing deeper and his skin flushing with excitement. How he longed to be with her.

The plane landed, and he found himself hesitant. What if she didn't like the way he looked in person? What if... his heart pounded as he felt himself nearing the door of the plane and he filed out with the herd in docile submission to the guidance of the flight attendants. He wished he'd had another cocktail during the flight – anything to calm the nervousness he felt as he emerged at the end of the tunnel – thinking briefly of those near death experiences he'd heard so much about as he moved into the light and the throng of people waiting.

He looked around and then saw her, standing at the edge of the crowd, dressed modestly and smiling at him as his eyes met hers. Walking to her, he was unsure if he should offer to shake her hand or... but the question was answered as she raised her arms to him and they held each other in a warm welcoming embrace. 

"Oh, my" she whispered in his ear, "You are even better than the pictures." She released him a bit and then pulled him close again, this time harder, and whispered again. "I need you to know that my body is on fire for you" she said with that huskiness that brought to him an ache and discomfort as his member stiffened and strained against the leg of his boxers. If she kept this up he'd cream in his pants before they ever got out of the airport.

"You are more beautiful than I imagined," he said loudly, not caring who heard. He saw her blushing, the flush of her skin accentuating the roses in her cheeks. Taking her hand, they walked out through the crowded airport into the parking lot. She led him to truck and unlocked the back door. He threw in his carry-on luggage, and climbed in, reaching across the seat to unlock her door as she came around the cab. 

"Oh, it is so good to see you" he said as she climbed in, drinking her in with his eyes as she settled behind the wheel and sighed, her breath sweet and slightly minty as she met his gaze and blushed again. She leaned over to him and their lips met again, their hands touching gently as they kissed lightly, pulled away, then started kissing again, this time passionately.

She broke off the kiss abruptly as their mouths opened and tongues touched. "Oh let's get out of this parking lot and somewhere more comfortable," she said. They worked their way through the short line and he paid for her parking over her mild objections. As they drove, he kept looking at her, not quite staring but admiring the foot, ankle, and calf that flexed as she drove away from the airport. They strangely said little, he content to watch her and she intent on her driving. After about fifteen minutes they left the main road, took a few side streets, then turned off on an ascending gravel path just wide enough for the truck that disappeared into the woods.

"A friend has this cabin much closer to the airport" she said, "I thought we could maximize our time together." She looked over at him as they pulled up to the small cabin, a rustic affair with a slightly sunken porch and patches of moss on the roof. He hopped out of the cab and went around to open her door, she taking his hand and leading him up the wooden stairs. "Can I get you a drink?" she asked. 

"Whatever you like, my dear," he said, setting his small suitcase on the floor just inside the door. 

"Mmmm... what I would like first," she said, "is another of those kisses." They met again, kissing this time with the passion and abandon both felt in their hearts, and as they kissed they gently explored each other's bodies, fingertips lightly up the sides and back as their lips opened and tongues danced. He'd had to adjust himself earlier as his erection kept arching and straining during the drive, and now he throbbed with excitement as they kissed, she not seeming to notice or mind as her body pressed against him. "Oh my" she said again as her hands grabbed his tensed buns and pulled him a little closer, looking up into his eyes. 

"Yes, oh my!" he exclaimed. She felt so good to him, her mouth so sweet, her kisses so exquisite. "I better have that drink" he said, clumsily. He knew that he did not want to rush this, so good did it feel, and so long awaited. She smiled back at him and walked into the kitchen, emerging with a bottle of whisky and two glasses.

"I don't normally do this," she said, pouring three fingers of the amber liquid in each glass and offering one to him. "To your health" she said, and they clinked glasses, and he watched as she downed hers in one gulp, following her example. He could feel the liquid burn as it slid down his throat and fueled the fire inside. She poured another glass for them both and they walked over to the couch, sitting down close enough that their knees touched but far enough away that they could see each other. "Like what you see?" she asked.

"Can't you tell?" he responded. There was no question that she'd felt his erection and the flush of his face, chest, and neck were not due to the whisky.

"Oh, I don't know" she said, "maybe you are just being polite."

"Well, maybe this will help convince you," he said. He reached down and caressed her foot, placing it in his lap as he took the other. Her foot rested on the bulge in his pants, and as he lifted her other foot to his mouth, he could feel her caress him with her toes.

He began softly, slowly, kissing the tips of her toes as her eyes widened and she lay back, watching him. As his hands caressed her foot, he licked the tips of her toes and then sucked them, one by one, slowly savoring as he watched her smile and her breath quicken. She rubbed him more explicitly with her foot as his kisses traveled up the arch and he circled her ankle with kisses, little licks, and nibbles, and she moved her knees a bit further apart, giving him better view of the milky thighs beneath her skirt. He placed that foot in his lap and took the other, repeating his attentions and noticed as she started to squirm a bit. 

He kissed his way to the bottom of her calf and she again said "Oh my" and her knees parted further. Taking this as encouragement he stroked her calves and made small circles with his fingertips up and down her knees. 

"Lie back a little" he said and she adjusted in the couch as he knelt on the floor, the tiles dusting his knees as he kissed her calves, sweet little kisses followed by loving licks. He could hear her slight quiet moans as she put her hands on his hair, running her fingers though it and pulling him ever so gently closer. His mouth opened and he sucked on the soft insides of her knees, first on one side then the other and he could feel and scent a warm moist heat rising from beneath her skirt. This is what they had talked about, how he had imagined her, but her skin was sweeter and smoother, her scent more arousing, her warmth hotter than he had hoped. 

"Oh MY!" she said as he kissed the inside of her thigh and she slid forward toward the edge of the couch. He placed one knee on his shoulder and one on the other as her skirt slid up. As he kissed from side to side, nibbling, licking, sucking lightly on her skin, he saw that her modest white cotton panties were visibly damp. He kissed closer to them as she tugged at his hair, pulling his head more insistently toward her heat, and he slipped his hands up her tummy until he found and cupped her breasts, thumbs caressing her hard nipples through her brassiere as his tongue snaked along her thigh toward her sodden center. Teasingly, he traced the edge of her legband with the tip of his tongue, flicking it against the wet cotton as she both pulled him harder and arched herself to meet him. "Wait" she said, and stood up, drawing him up from his kneeling position to stand before her.

She met his kiss hungrily and slid her hands up his chest, unbuttoning his shirt roughly and kissing, biting at his chest as she slid his shirt down, nipping at his stomach as her hands ripped his shirt roughly to the floor and began unbuckling his belt. Without bothering to unbutton or unzip him, she slid his pants and boxers to the floor in one swift motion and stopped for a moment to gaze at his arching, throbbing, dancing cock which was swollen and red in the dim light. She held it and kissed it, then took it into her mouth, tasting the precum that started to brim from him. She felt his hands beneath her arms as he brought her to her feet and kissed her again, he now undressing her and following his hands with kisses. Her mouth, her neck, her shoulders as he unhooked her bra and slipped her blouse off, cupping her breasts again and kissing her nipples as he sat her back on the edge of the couch and kissed downwards. She watched as he knelt again, his kisses now down her abdomen to her navel, where he circled and licked and she imagined him reaching her now dripping ache.

Legs spread now and knees on either side of him she watched as he gently but eagerly kissed the crest of her hips, then teasingly diverted to the tops of her thighs, then back, ever closer. Oh how she wanted and needed him to attend to her swollen need. She looked down at his cock, heavy and arching with his excitement as he moved on her, when suddenly she felt him kissing her wetness. Oh, that mouth, that mustache as he brushed and kissed her length, up, down, and back again. Hands kneading her breasts gently as he pinched her nipples lightly, she felt how swollen she had become and could feel her wetness seeping from her. As his tongue circled her clit she felt him begin to hum, the vibrations and tingles and electricity seeming to build in her body and she lost all sense of decorum as she started to gasp and grind herself hard against his face. She could almost feel him smiling as his attentions intensified, his tongue moving quicker flicking back and forth and up and down. She was rocking against him now, the waves of pleasure building and carrying her as they had never had before, hearing the slurping as he sucked her and swallowed her juices and as she crested she heard herself screaming "OH MY!" Shuddering, she held his head close and still as she regained a bit of her composure and tried to catch her breath. She'd (she liked to think reluctantly) given in before, touching herself while he described what he wanted to do to her, and the orgasms had been intense, but nothing like this. What startled her a bit, coming down off that climax, was that instead of being satiated, she wanted more.

She guided his head back up her body, he kissing all the way, until her mouth met his, wet with her nectar, and they kissed again. Hungrily they kissed, and she guided his hand to her breast, where he seemed to touch and rub and pinch in just the right ways, her excitement growing as she reached down for his swollen cock. Still on his knees, it was at just the right height for her as she massaged it, it heavy in her hand and rigid, hot. She wanted it inside her and pulled him to her, rubbing the tip along her slit and against her hard clit. He moaned as she parted her lips with his bulbous head and grabbed his shoulders, nails biting as she felt him slowly, slowly enter her.

Her hot slickness grasped at his head as he slid in, slowly, just a bit, then a bit more, pulling almost completely out of her before slowly sliding a little deeper. His hips were moving, controlling his entry, he fighting his desire for the sake of her greater pleasure. Teasingly a bit deeper with each thrust, slow on the entry and quick almost out, rocking and moving a little faster as their teeth clicked and tongues wrestled, her body moving beneath him and her moans intensifying. Each time he slid a bit deeper he felt her hot wet silken tunnel grasp him and open to him, each time he pulled back the air cool on his glistening shaft, then deeper. "Oh my indeed!" he said as he finally slid deep to the hilt in her pleasure and began to thrust in earnest.

"Yes!" she said, full now of his cock and feeling it swollen and arching against the roof of her, the squishing sounds and tensions building as she felt a new sea of waves rising within her. She could feel herself clasping at him as his veined textured cock slid against her clit and she knew that her climax was again imminent. She looked down and watched as it disappeared into her and saw that his face was grimaced as he tried to hold back.

"Oh honey cum, fill me!" she said and immediately felt him jetting hot and thick into her, splashing within as her own orgasm overtook her while he thundered home. She felt the hot filling of her love spaces and thick gushing from her as his orgasm met hers. She was lost in the moment and the pleasure and it wasn't until she slowed, legs behind his and gripping him tight, that she began to catch her breath. Oh he felt so good inside her.

"Oh... my..." was all he could muster.



Oh My Aching Back



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Crap! My back was killing me so I called up my masseuse. I've been seeing the same massage therapist for a couple of years now. Mindy is great and works around my busy schedule. She went into business after she lost her job in banking and was able to convert one of her spare rooms into her massage spa. Thankfully she's been making enough money to keep her home out of foreclosure.

I've never told anyone this but I've had a crush on Mindy since the first time I saw her. While she's always been professional, that doesn't stop me from fantasizing about her and her massages. In fact, just thinking about her now is making me wet. Mindy has the body to make most girls envious with her luscious curves. Hell, even she makes fun of her "girls" but I am sure she just does that to draw attention from the guy's. I am thinking she has full D cup breasts with large nipples that make their appearance when she isn't wearing a modesty bra to keep her nipples concealed. Oh, and I'm very jealous of her long, naturally curly hair. While her amber color might come from a bottle, she always looks her best from hair, makeup, and sexy & classy outfit.

Mindy has been my little secret but lately I have been having fantasies of her giving my husband a massage. You see, I have never told my husband that I am bi curious and this might be a way to explore those feelings with him. Yeah, I know that watching two girls is every guy's fantasy and while that might be true I get the audacious feeling it all changes with one of the girls is one's wife.

As usual, I am running a couple minutes late for my appointment. She greets me at the door wearing a white tank top and cotton workout shorts. We spend the next couple of minutes catching up on life and things. She tells me everything that is going on in her life, and how well her business is doing. I then tell her what is new with me and like any two girls, we share what gossip we know. Have to say its good fun and takes the edge off with our girl talk. One question that I have been to embarrassed to ask was why she didn't have a boyfriend?

After catching up Mindy leads me to her massage room, a comfortable space where my fantasies can roam free. When I walk into the room, her table is set up in the middle and she has Sarah McLachlan playing on the ipod player. The room is lightly scented with lavender and because it is, she asks me if I mind scented candles. She prefers the soft lighting that the candles emit.

I tell her, of course, that I don't mind the lavender scent but what I want to ask her is if she is trying to seduce me. It is a conclusion that one can only hope is true!

Since I've been seeing her for such a long time she stays in the room while I undress. This gives us a couple minutes to catch up on things. Once I am undressed, I move over to the table with the appropriately placed hole for my face to be positioned. Mindy places a towel over my behind, and I wonder why she still does that? After all, she's just been looking at my nude body. I've always been comfortable in my skin and didn't mind that she could see all of me. Hell, in a couple minutes she will be touching all of me!

Mindy moves about the room, finding the right oil, adjusting the volume, and then she catches me staring at her. I blush from her catching me and realize how quickly my mind has started thinking naughty things about her. Not that it is all that hard to fantasize about her; Mindy is an attractive woman who works hard at keeping her athletic shape. Besides, I notice her tank top is having a hard time containing her girls. 

I anticipate that it is only a couple minutes away from her hands working out all the knots in my body.

A mindy pick one of my favorite massage oils and pours a good amount into her hand. "Are you comfortable?" she asks.

"Yes, I'm very comfortable."

Immediately, Mindy goes to work on my shoulders and I melt into the table letting her fingers pull all of the stress out of me. 

My body starts to relax and let go of all the week's stress. I sigh and moan a little while Mindy works her magic on my upper back. Mental images flood my mind and I find myself becoming aroused, imagining her naked. My body immediately responds to the pornographic movie now playing in my head. 

Embarrassed from my arousal, I try to push the images I've been conjuring out my head but she is kneading her way back into my fantasy. Mindy's is now working her way down my back. I realize that she's about to work on my lower back and I take a tight rein on my fantasy about her to prevent the inevitable embarrassment that will arise if she has any idea what I am thinking about.

More images flood into my mind and I start to wonder what it would feel like if Mindy were nude with me. Then I start to wonder how it would feel to have her breasts press into my back? As an afterthought, I know my husband would love to see that!

She moves the towel down so that it's only covering half of my ass and deeply massages the tender tissue at the base of my spine. 

Mindy playfully slaps my ass and says, "You're really tight here." Then Mindy pulls the sheet down a little farther, working on the top of my buttocks. I'm so turned on by her that I have a hard time relaxing while she's working on my glutes because I'm afraid she's going to discover that I'm soaked with my own juices. 

Instead of stopping at the top of my butt as usual, she says, "You really need to let go and relax. Then I can really work out all that tension." Her hands went back to work turning me into putty.

Now, I fear she will be able to notice my arousal. I try my best to relax but what I really want is for her to work the tension out of my sex! I think she must know; must be able to tell somehow. I hope that is just paranoia working in my mind. After all, how would she feel if she found out how turned on I was by her touch? Would that change our friendship? Then, a soothing thought came to my mind in these kind of things must happen to her with other people.

With her hands on my ass, Mindy whispers, "Let yourself go. Relax. Allow your consciousness to drift to that calm place in your mind. You know that I will take good care of you; I won't hurt you. I will just take this tension away."

Her voice is so soothing that I feel like I'm about to drift off when her hand, which has been working on my glutes slips down in between my legs and brushes against my very wet pussy. I moan a little again.

In a soft voice Mindy says, "That's good, let it out." 

Mindy starts to work the inside of my thigh and the side of her hand keeps gently nudging my sex, again and again, until I think it has to be intentional; she's doing this on purpose. 

I have to fight the urge to press my pussy into her hands and try my best to just go with the feelings she is engendering. Oh, how I want to let her know that she is what I want! Mindy moves down my thigh and works on the rest of my legs and my feet. By now my pussy is on fire and my clit is throbbing, begging for attention. I'm a little frustrated, but relieved that I didn't say anything a minute ago. After all, what if she wasn't teasing my most tender parts on purpose?

After she finishes my backside, Mindy slaps my ass again and tells me to roll over so she can work on my front. 

As I'm rolling over, she accidentally drops the massage oil and squats down to pick it up. Right at the point where she's in a bending forward position, her girls come completely into view. Oh, My God, I think, there is no way I can make through the rest of this massage without slipping my hand inside her panties. I fight back the images of her and flop over on my stomach while trying not to tumble off the massage table.

Mindy looks up and smiles and I'm pretty sure she's aware that I was looking at her breasts. Then she looks up at me, takes a deep breath and says, "You're blushing, so you must be thinking about something sexy! Please tell me what you're thinking about?" As she speaks, she starts to work the oil into my thighs.

I am mortified, what am I to do? I want to tell her the truth, but what if that upsets her and she doesn't want to massage me anymore? Anyway, I decide what the hell! So I prepare myself to take the plunge. What's the worse that can happen anyway? 

I take a deep breath, "Well." I smiled, "I was remembering my girl friend that is still living in Chicago. We were very close, you know? Very close." 

Mindy smiled, "Oh and you miss her?"

"Yeah, and your massage, for whatever reason, is making me think about her. I hope this memory doesn't upset you."

"Girl, please! Just say it." Mindy makes a silly face.

Taking a quick deep breath, I jump onto the proverbial thin ice, "You see, I don't think I've ever told you this, but I like girls too. A lot! And, anyway, I'm having a hard time not thinking about that." 

Mindy doesn't seem surprised or threatened. She just keeps on working my thighs. Meanwhile I am thinking that I've blown it! "Okay, girl, just enjoy the rest of your massage and get out of here," races through my mind.

Then Mindy starts working on my upper chest muscles. I take a deep breath in and slowly let it out. She stops for a minute to get more oil, but instead of pouring it into her hand, Mindy pours it all over my chest. Without looking into my eyes, she says, "I would like to teach you some basic massage techniques that you can do by yourself. You should find these very soothing, and their regular use could really cut down on your stress. You can also practice massage on your husband as I'm sure he will love to be massage." 

She takes my hands and places them over my breasts. I tried my best not to show my shock, as I did not expect her to start on my breasts. She starts moving my hands in circles, around the outside of my breasts, and I sigh some more. She sighs, too, then blushes and turns away. "Keep that up for a couple minutes." She lets go of my hand then tells me, "I need to get some more oil."

By now my nipples are hard as a rock, desperately wanting her lips on them!

She returns with some new oil. Since she wasn't shocked by my confession I decide to take things a step further. Working my courage up, I venture, "Mindy, maybe it would be better if you show me on you, you know, how to massage breasts? Besides, you don't want the oil on your clothes do you?"

I can see the struggle on her face, but she caves. To my amazement, I watch as she reaches down to pull her tank top off. Then, she strips out of her shorts. Oh, what a naughty girl, I think, as she isn't wearing panties!

Mindy isn't able to look at me; seems a little nervous, as she says, "Well, it's only fair that since you are nude, I should be too, right?"

I try to comfort her, "Oh, yeah, totally fair."

Mindy walks over to the door, "There is something I want to use to make this massage special. I'll be right back."

Lying there on her table, I start to wonder if Mindy hasn't been with a woman before, and I don't want to freak her out. While she was undressing and watching me, I was enjoying playing with my own breasts and nipples. I liked lifting them, massaging them, pulling on my nipples, and moving my fingertips in circles around and around. 

Mindy returns after only a short absence but then stands in front of me staring for a few seconds and finally says hesitantly, "Here it is something that I would like to use today if it's ok with you." Mindy opened the box in her hand to show me a toy that is completely different from anything that I have seen before. It looks as if were made of glass, is bullet shaped and about six inches long, which makes it look a lot like my favorite vibrator! 

With her toy in hand Mindy reaches under the towel and places it on the table between my legs, taking care to insert the top end of it just inside my pussy. I gasp and look at her. Surly she must have thought that I was a slut as her toy easily entered my body. She comes back up by my head and goes back to working on my breasts as the toy slides out of me. My pussy quickly grows hungry for her toy, to have it fully inside me, taking my breath away, and I stop thinking about everything else as all I want is to feel her hands moving over my slick lips. 

My eyes close and I realize that my thighs are soaked with hot juice from between my legs and I am involuntarily straining toward her toy that she has placed there. My pussy is clenching and unclenching, trying all on it's own to pull the toy deeper inside. My body is hungry for it and I have to have more of it!

And then, lightly, I feel her lips on my lips. I open my eyes and she is bent over me, kissing me. Mindy must have stepped on something making her taller, her crotch is just above my head. That is when I become aware of her sex and her own arousal. I can feel her breasts lightly pressing into my body. I kiss her back, tentatively, gently. I want more of her sweet mouth so I pull her close and kiss her deeply. Her hands stop teasing my breasts and go to the back of my head as I sit up to put us on the same level. As I am sitting up, I use the heel of my foot to push the toy all the way into my dripping pussy and I moan in the ecstasy of being so rapidly filled. 

She steps back for a moment and I cup my hands around her breasts. Then I nuzzle my face between them. I can't get over how perfect they are as I kiss the tops moving closer to tease her nipples. I move my mouth down to find her nipple and pull her nipple into my mouth and draw circles around it with my tongue. Gently I suck on it and then bite it playfully with my front teeth. 

Mindy is moaning now and moving her hips, rhythmically. I move to the other breast and repeat all of the love I gave the first one. She pulls back only to bring my face up to hers, kissing me hard.

My hot, oiled body is rubbing against her and we are both working our way to an orgasmic frenzy. I step off the table and her toy slips out of my pussy, falling onto the floor. We are standing face to face, except that I'm taller. I lean forward to kiss her breasts again. I start there and work my way down her belly; when my face is between her legs, I slowly reach out with my tongue to gently taste her pussy. Mindy is as wet as I am! I withdraw my mouth.

I start working with my fingers, massaging her pussy. First, I work on the right lip of her pussy and then move to the left. I tenderly pull, stroke, and play with her pussy. She is trying to move her body so that her clit comes into contact with my hand. However, I am not ready to give her that yet. I am content to work on the outside first. Finally, I can resist the temptation no more and I use my thumb to stroke her magic button. She lets out a deep moan and whispers, "This is just what I needed."

Emboldened, I plunge my face between her legs and lap at her clit, feeling it dance under my tongue. The more it dances, the more determined I am to take her all the way to nirvana. I pick the toy up off the floor, which luckily landed on a towel. When I reached for the toy, I discovered that it's coated with my arousal, still wet and very warm. As I'm licking her clit, I work the very tip of the toy into her opening. She strains toward it, opening her legs for easier access, just as I had done earlier, and I slide it inside her. I work the toy into her body while licking her clit. She wiggles and rocks and moans and rides the rocket ship to the moon; she explodes in her orgasm! Mindy's pussy is dripping juice all over my face and down her thighs. I give her a minute to recover and pull the towel down off the table and wipe the toy clean and then my face and hands; finally I towel what's left of the massage oil off my upper body.

I stand up and she wraps her arms around me, kissing me deeply again. I move my hands back to her naked breasts while she rebuilds the fire in me by teasing my mouth with her tongue. My breath becomes deeper again and she backs me up against the massage table and I scoot up on it, careful not to break our kiss. She's kissing me and leaning me back on the table. Once I've lain all the way down, she moves down my neck and kisses the hollow just above my collarbone. I tell myself to relax and melt into the table, just like during a massage, but now even better. 

She kisses her way down to my breasts and now it's her turn to massage my nipples. Mindy uses her tongue and fingers, finding all of the best spots and working on them: first one; then the other. 

She moves around to the foot of the table and pulls me down so that my ass is at the edge. This allows my pussy to be right at the end, giving her complete access. Mindy bends down over it while placing my feet on her shoulders. Knowing how close I am to my own orgasm, I lean back resting on the massage table. Mindy then starts to tickle my clit with the tip of her tongue: once, twice, three times, like knocking on the door before walking in. I let myself sink further into the table and she dives into my pussy. She nibbles on my pussy lips and laps at my clit. She goes lower to lick around my delicate hole and comes back to my clit. 

Oh, I'm so close to reaching my own orgasm just by thinking of how I gave Mindy a orgasm. I wanted more; wanted to taste her again, wanted to enjoy this experience again and not let this one end so quickly.

I love how she teases my opening with her tongue. She takes my clit into her warm mouth, pulling on it, sucking me into her mouth and moves it side to side with her tongue. My climax is building and building and she knows just what to do. She works my whole sex like a master director leads an orchestra: pulling, nibbling, sucking, stroking, and pushing me to the edge. Just as I am starting to explode into my orgasm, she pushes the toy, now very cold, inside me! Oh, my God! Where did that come from?! First, I feel the rush of teasing sensations and now the fullness of the toy!

Mindy is flicking her tongue over and over and over my clit and I'm tumbling as my body tightens and convulses by the release of an intense orgasm! She doesn't miss a beat as she keeps her mouth on my nether lips. I just moan as waves of pleasure release over my body.

Embarrassed I cover my eyes, "Oh my god, that was amazing!"

Mindy starts to cover me up, "I'm glad that you enjoyed it." She smiled, "I've been wanting to do that for some time, but wasn't sure if you would be okay with it."

The mood becomes a little strange, as neither knows what to say. Funny, how after sharing an amazing experience together, a new set of feelings comes into play. I'm both embarrassed and aroused, wanting more, but worried that I pushed her too far.

She breaks the silence, "Did you know, I have a friend that come over and help with a massage?"

Was she telling me it was over? "Oh Mindy, I only want you."

"Oh no silly, I was thinking she could massage your husband while I massage you."

"Oh," I started to process what she said. "Oh, that could be awesome!"

Mindy turned ten shades of red, "Yeah, I was thinking so. Do you think he would be up for it?"

We both laughed at her choice of words, "Oh, I think so." This would be the perfect way to show my husband how sensual a massage can be. Oh yeah and there was that other thing. Even though we didn't talk about this kind of thing I felt comfortable this would be the best way to tell him. After all, knowing him he would be aroused getting a massage and not thinking with the right head. "Who do you have in mind?"




Oh My Aching Back



"I'm sure that you don't know her, I met her in massage school. She's been trying to get me to work with her but I enjoy working from home."

"Well girl, pencil us in for next week!"

The end!

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Oh My Angel



Mark was sitting on the bed in his angelian form. The feathers of his wings were white with golden tips. He was reading a book. The night was dark, and a rain shower had just passed by the area. As the windows suddenly rattled, Mark looked up as Grace appeared, her dress was flowing, white satin. It clung to her beautiful curves. Her skin was porcelain white, and so was her hair... her wings were so blindingly white, they put his to shame. Her eyes were golden, topaz brown. She could not speak yet, though somehow, a soft woman's voice was heard In Mark's head. "Hello, Little One..."

Mark looked at her and blushes slightly "Hi grace." He said aloud. Grace flaps her wings once and glides to the bed to land gracefully on her knees beside him. Folding her wings, she smiles. Again, that thought that was not his own. "How are you?" He nodded softly "I'm fine just getting used to my angelian form...its been a long time since I last used it." 

Grace smiled wider "Yes, I remember the day that you first grew these..." She touched his wings softly and a wave of warmth tingled through his wings and all over the rest of his body. Visibly, he shivered, and giggled. Only then, when she leaned forwards to kiss his cheek, does he notice her hair is wet, and drops of water are all over her skin. She kissed his cheek and a shot like fire slammed through his body. Mark shivered again. "Oh.. wow.."

Again, that strange thought. "I'm sorry, it was raining where Leah was, I had to fly along the dirt roads to make sure no one got in a wreck on the slippery mud before I came here." Mark looked at her wet and smiles blushing slightly. 

"..Its ok.."

"You know why I'm here... don't you?" The ends of her dress is splattered with mud and flecks of it where all over her body. Mark nodded. "Leah told me." Grace smiled again.

Mark blushed at her. "I'm just a little shy in my angelian form."

Grace looked concerned as Mark finally understood that she was communicating with him through his mind, and that the strange thoughts were her voice in his head. "Are you ok with it?"

He nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Then let me go wash this mud off of me. And I'll be right back." She licked his nose and tingles of pleasure race through his body. She watched him shiver again.

Grace got up and went out of the room to the bathroom. She pulled her dress off after making her wings sink into her back. She turned on the shower and got in to rinse all the mud off of her body, which slid off like rain. It left her body shimmering like a broken pearl, or the fragments of a diamond. Once the mud was gone, her scent came strong, untainted by the earth... she smelled of fresh spring rain, and of Stardust, of Moonshine, of Ocean waves, of Fall breezes, and winter snow... Most of all, she smelled of the wild, unseen shadows of the night, and the sunlight that bathed her in the morning dew. She smelled of animal births, of life, of death... of Nature, in particular... and it was enough to drive anyone crazy with desire.

When she returned to the room, she returned, naked, her wings sparkling with dew drops, and her hair wet, but shining... she smiled at him and the sweet scent of her breath filled the air of the room, as would the full-on scent of her body.

She smiled as Mark gasped a little, looking at her. She blushes deeply and her cheeks stain rose pink. His eyes widened a little and he looked down knowing that it was wrong to stare at her body while blushing deeply.

Once again, she flaps her wings and the drops of water fling in every direction, she glides to him again with the grace of all mother nature.

"I don't mean to stare..." He was blushing still his wings moving a little. She giggled and her laugh was like the tinkling of tiny bells. "It's alright..."

She landed gently onto his lap, her legs spread apart over his member. She smiled, as she kissed his lips passionately, and a gentle warmth filled his body, she touched his chest and her hands burned pleasurably against his skin. He gasped and kissed her lips just as passionately and shivered at the sensation. "Oh god..."

Her breath filled his nostrils... she smiled and pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhhh..." He blushed and nodded. She whispered in his mind "I am yours now... as are the rest of us.... there isn't anyone else here but us...." A soft kiss on his lips "Take me as your own..."

Mark smiled and wrapped his arms around her and his wings over hers as he kissed her softly on her lips. As she kissed him back, and the warmth inside him strengthens a little to cloud every other feeling but her skin against his. Which shocks him again and again with pleasure. She rolled over so that she was underneath him on the sheets. Grace looked up at him innocently, taking off the only thing he had on... his pants. Grace looked up at him. "Will you accept me?"

Without waiting for his answer, she touched his member with her hands and stroked it gently in her fingers. Mark's moans started to fill the room. He tried controlling his pleasure enough to whisper "Yes.." He ran his hand down her chest and over her breasts softly feeling her body. Her softness was a surprise to him. Her porcelain colored body gave the illusion she would have been cold and as hard as the clay mix, but her skin was at least 3 times softer then Leah's was.

Mark breathed out a little. "Grace remember I love you just as much as leah....ok..." He kissed her deeply.

Grace nodded. "I know... and I will always see you as a little boy...." She kissed him back. He moved in between her legs softly as he slowly start french kissing her picking her up in a sitting position while wrapping his arms around her. She smiled and kissed him back.

She stroked his member more... moaning with desire and passion alike and her breath hits his nose again, sweet and intoxicatingly antagonizing. Mark shivers and rubs his member up against her warm soft yoni slowly and softly. He was hard and long. Her soft moans was enough to drive him nuts as she kissed his neck softly.

Unable to take much more, Mark moaned and slowly pushed in her yoni. Grace moaned softly in his mind. "Ohhh... Yes."

A heat wave of unimaginable passion shot up his spine in repetitive shocks, filling his entire body with heat and desire. In response, he leaned his head back releasing a moan loudly as he started to trust in her pussy slow and deep. Grace wrapped her wings around his waist, holding his hips in her hands. She screamed because she was still virgin-tight.

Mark moaned more holding her close as he thrusts a little harder and deeper in her yoni. Moaned and screamed out loud with her eyes closed and her head leaning back on the bed. "Oh yes!!"

Mark leaned against her rubbing his body against hers as he thrusts harder and deeper and moaning, and french kissing her with desire. Grace french kissed him back and more powerful shocks of desire shiver through his body until he couldn't stop shivering in passion.

Mark was trusting his hardest taken over by love in her yoni hitting the deepest place in her. Moaning in their kiss. She cried out in pleasure through the kiss and moved towards his neck. Mark moaned in pleasure out loudly holding her as he thrusted his head into her weak area.

Grace started screaming his name. "Oh yes, baby! Yes!!! Oh god, Mark!!"

Mark moaned crazily as he starts to feel his cum coming and thrusts more.. "Oh, god.. Grace!! Yessss!!"

Grace smiled and screamed in his ear, wanting him to cum. Sweating, and panting, she screams louder, about to cum herself.

The sound of her squealing and calling out his name, and the feel of her hands on his back was driving him close to cumming a hell of a lot faster then normal. Finally, with one final thrust, he released his passion deep within her like a river breaking a dam.

Screaming, Grace came herself, glazing him in her warm juices. Feeling this, Mark moaned and panted too. She whimpered in his ear and held him close... she knew she was bleeding, but she didn't care. She was free of the god's wrath on her... their emprisonment, and still, she hadn't lost an ounce of her power. She hugged him softly, resting her head against his shoulder.

Mark continued to kiss passionately up and down her neck. She stopped him and calmed him down by touching his cheek and kissing his lips deeply. "I love you." She said this aloud for the very first time. Mark kissed her back. "I love you too." She encased his naked boidy in her wings, and he rubbed her back gently.

Mark moved his head to rest his cheek against her breasts, which had the potential to be huge if she'd ever have a kid and let them fill up with milk... Right now, he could tell she was a C cup... not too big, but not to small either. She was Leah's size, and he loved that, perfect. Like a child, he rested his head on her breasts and sighed, falling asleep with her breasts as his pillows.

"I love you." Mark whispered as his eyes closed. Grace looked alarmed, Leah was his wife, and she was best friends with Grace. "Hey now, remember, Leah is your wife."

"I know, I said I love you just as much as everyone else in Leah, and her." Mark Picked up his head and looked at her. Grace sighed and whispered. "Leah gets upset when you say that. She wants to be the MOST loved out of all of us. That's why she wants you to take in souls for each of us, so YOU don't have to love us as much as you love her. Just those souls do."

"Oh... I see." He thought for a moment. "Then why didn't she tell me?"

"She thought you knew." Mark shook his head. "No."

"She doesn't want to show it, but she gets upset when you talk like she's not the best you've ever known. Because you mean the absolute world to her." Grace smiled a little.

Mark looked up at her. "I love her with all my heart, Grace. She's better than all of them, but I don't want to hurt the other soul's feelings." He looked down at her breasts, a little saddened. "I don't want to hurt them..." A tear falls from his cheek. "Leah's better than anyone I've known, and she's the only one for me. No other. And I am the only one for her, no one else."

Grace smiled "We don't care. We know you two were made for each other, and none of us understand that more than me." Mark leaned up against her. "I'm sorry."

"But the others, including me, don't care who you love more. They support you and Leah with all their hearts, and so do I." Grace kissed his forehead. "It's ok, I promise."

Silence stretched for a while between them, and then Grace thought aloud. "I'm not a virgin, yet I still have my powers." Mark nodded, and Grace smiled. "You never knew what my powers were, did you?" Mark shook his head.