39 comments/ 278538 views/ 204 favorites Sleeping In By: Wilfu1 That gentle little knock at my bedroom door always made me smile. I watched the handle turn, and then waited for Sophie to poke her head through. It was a pretty regular occurrence these days, and I was just so thankful she kept wanting to come in for her morning snuggle as she'd gotten older. Some of my close male friends had been hurt when their daughters had dialled back the affection with them as they'd blossomed through their teens. But for some reason, Sophie never pulled back. I can't put my finger on why, and to be honest, I don't really care. Sophie alternated between my ex-wife and I, living a week with me and a week with her. The arrangement suited us all well, considering. Sophie had actually spent more of her life living like that, than she had in our so called happy family ten years ago. Regardless, she had my undivided attention when it was my week, and I made it my mission in life to make sure she felt special. "Morning, Daddy," she breathed. Her mop of chocolate brown hair splashed around her face, framing that adorable, hopeful smile. "Can I come in for a snuggle?" "Of course you can, Sweetie." Her smile beamed brighter, if that was possible. She slipped through the door, closing it gently behind her, and coming fully into view. As always, she wore a tight, white t-shirt, with a faded print of Marvin the Martian on the front. Marvin's face was distorted around her right breast, making him look like he was winking at me. The muzzle of his ray gun similarly flared on the stretched fabric on her left. And the bottom of her shirt had long since lost the battle of trying to reach her waist. I'd bought that t-shirt for her about five years earlier, to wear outside in the regular rotation. but now that she was eighteen, Marvin was demoted to strictly sleepwear only. And my god, he did a fantastic job. Past her belly button, pale pink, cotton panties hugged the beautiful curve of her hips, and dipped down sweetly between her slender legs. I kept my eyes moving down though, so as to not let her catch me staring. "Love the socks," I smiled. "I'm a little cold." I smirked to myself, noticing that her nipples confirmed her story, as Sophie padded across the carpet towards me. I lifted up the doona for her as she arrived at the side of the bed, and she slipped effortlessly under the covers. I loved that contented little sound she made when she was safely tucked in. Every time. "Hey," she whispered, her big, brown eyes twinkling. "Hey." Then she rolled over on top of me, as she always does, wriggling into position for the best cuddle. She always made a mess of it, with countless adjustments, as she squirmed and grunted, until she was comfortable. "Morning, Daddy." "Morning, Sweetheart," I smiled up at her. "You all set there?" Sophie slithered on top of me to check. Her torso rolled one way with a twist of her shoulders, while her hips rolled the other. I could feel the softness of her breasts mashing against my bare chest, and the pressure of her pubic bone grinding against my hips, as she swivelled back and forth. "That'll do for now," she announced, still swaying ever so slightly. She planted a soft kiss on my lips, made another of her little noises, and then burrowed her head in next to mine. It always went like that, often with a pouty demand that I hold her tighter. That morning was no exception. I found it hard not to lose myself, holding her tightly to me. I had one arm wrapped around the small of her back where Marvin had ridden up, trying to imprint the warmth of her smooth skin in my permanent memory. My other arm was higher, the crook of my elbow hooked in under her rib cage, and my hand pressed firmly into the taught muscles between her shoulder blades. I loosened my grip slightly to let my hands wander. I let my lower palm creep up, managing to keep it between Marvin and her flawless skin. My other hand caressed down to her side, savouring her curves as they flared into her hips. "Hold me tighter, Daddy." She then began another series of wiggles, which drove me crazy. "I'm sorry," I laughed, pressing my hands more firmly into the soft flesh near her hip. "Tighter," she moaned. As I locked my arms around her, my left hand slid up under her shirt to the opposite side of her ribs. And my right slid across the waistband of her panties, enjoying the softness of the top of her ass, before locking my fingertips around her hip. "That's better." She craned her head up and smiled at me. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you too, Sweetie." Sophie's eyes welled slightly as she lowered her face to mine for another soft kiss. More wiggling, smiles and delicate, little kisses accompanied our early morning conversation about nothing in particular. It was our regular routine, and I loved it. Especially as that was the extended weekend version. Something else that was becoming all too common was the arrival of her giggle. "What?" I already knew, of course, but I loved to hear her say it. She stared into my eyes, her own sparkling with triumphant discovery, "You have a boner, Daddy." "I know, Sweetie. I'm sorry." "It's okay, Daddy," she smiled, continuing on with her story. She'd heard my explanation of it having a mind of its own a number of times before, and she happily accepted it. One story led into another, and as her excitement over one particular description rose, her animated movement on top of me increased. The pressure of her soft stomach and pubic bone, as it ground into my aching cock, was an absolute distraction. When I did manage to concentrate, I found my hands all over my daughter's hips and the small of her back, flirting dangerously with the waistband of her panties. I couldn't fucking take it anymore. "What are you doing there, my little wiggly worm?" I began to tickle her, digging my fingers into her ribs, in a hopeless attempt to relieve my tension. Sophie began to squeal, and tried desperately to tickle me back. But as she writhed around on top of me in fits of laughter, I was just getting more and more aroused. "Hey, my little squirmy squid." More tickles and more laughter. "Little bumpy bunny," I went on. The wrestling tickle fight continued, and Sophie slid down my body to evade a set of my busy fingers. As she climbed back up towards the head of the bed, her breasts pressed heavily into my raging cock. She kept sliding up, rubbing against the erection in my boxers as she went. I caught her hands as they lunged for my underarms. "I got you, my sexy snake." Sophie froze. I have to admit, I held my own breath as I realised what I'd said. While I had always been open with her about sex, and as part of that, never pulling awkwardly away from her when I had an erection, I'd been extremely careful to never associate her with my own arousal. Her beauty, at least as far as I let her know, was always an innocent, pure thing. With my hard cock pressed into her soft belly, Sophie's eyes were saucers as she glared into my own terrified eyes. The silence was excruciating. I couldn't hold my breath any longer. "I...um...I'm sorry, Sweetie. I didn't mean..." "You think I'm sexy," she whispered, her breath shaking. I wasn't sure if it was a question or not. Either way, I couldn't answer. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. My whole face was burning. The weight of my daughter on top of me was crippling. And the only sound I could hear was Sophie's shaky breath. And my cock pressing against her pelvis just ached to fuck her. "Are you horny because of me, Daddy?" I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make any sound come out. The plight of my friends and the realisation that Sophie would probably never snuggle into my bed again was breaking my heart. We had enjoyed such a close, affectionate relationship her entire life. I'd been so careful to make sure she always felt safe with me. But with the knowledge I was sexually attracted to her, I feared she would surely pull away. "It's okay, Daddy," she whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. "You make me really horny too." My entire body flushed with an intense warmth. It was the same feeling I had the first time a girl invited me up to her dorm room at university. The same feeling I had when I walked in on a girl getting fucked in the bathroom of a nightclub, and she had motioned for me to join in. The ultimate invitation. Sophie bit her bottom lip, as she stared into my eyes. I was conscious of her breath becoming heavier. I reached up and brushed the loose strands of hair behind her ear. I smiled as gently as I could, "I love you so much, Sophie." My beautiful daughter let her bottom lip go and smiled. As she leaned down to kiss me again, she closed her eyes slowly. Our lips met tenderly, then softly pressed together until my top lip and her bottom forced our mouths open. We both sucked gently at each other's lips as she pulled back slightly. Without breaking contact, Sophie pressed her lips back against mine to repeat the kiss again. And again. She pulled away and I opened my eyes. It took me a second to focus through the tears that welled. Her face was light; her eyes, blazing; and her smile, radiant. She bit her bottom lip again briefly. "I love you so much, Daddy." We kissed again, just as we had before, suckling on each other's lips and losing ourselves in the taste. I caressed the smooth skin under her shirt, feeling every delicate contour of her back. Her fingers running through my hair sent little, electric chills through my body, which contrasted so perfectly with the warm crush of Sophie's groin grinding against my cock. I wanted so desperately to get my hands into her soft, shoulder-length hair and rub my fingers across her scalp, to repay the electric thrills she was giving me, but the impossible temptation of her skin was just too much to surrender. Sophie moaned gently into my mouth as we kissed. It sounded so wonderful against the wet, slurping noise of our lips. She was having trouble swallowing her saliva, and our kissing became so delightfully wet as I gulped her down. I was the first to flick my tongue along her lip as I sucked it into my mouth. It elicited a moan and half a giggle from Sophie. Then she started licking my lips, before pulling away to catch her breath. "Are you all right?" I got my hand out from the back of her shirt and stroked her face. "Uh-huh," she half moaned, half breathed. With my hands on either side of her face, I pulled her back down to me and we started kissing more passionately. I lost all sense of time as I kissed her. The only thing I knew for sure was that we were both getting carried away. Our breathing was heavier, and Sophie's whimpering moans were becoming more intense. I kissed her along her cheek and jawline to her ear, and then sucked her earlobe into my mouth. I told her again how much I loved her and how special she was in desperate whispers. She pulled away and sat up on me, her panty-clad pussy grinding against my cock. Her arms crossed over her stomach, and then she pulled them up above her head, peeling Marvin up with them, then throwing him onto the floor. I was in awe, gazing up at her perfect breasts. They were spectacularly round, somehow defying gravity. Her delicious little nipples stood proudly at attention at the centre of her dark pink areolas. "You like them, Daddy?" I sat up, reaching out and groaning like a zombie, incapable of coherent speech. Sophie giggled as I cupped her breasts, seemingly moulded for my hands. I squeezed the soft flesh, and rubbed my thumbs across her nipples. She clumsily held my head to her chest, but I was stranded between her nubile breasts, unable to get my mouth around either of her taunting nipples. I looked up, pleading with her to grant me access. Another giggle, and a long, moaning kiss, and she rolled off me, laying back on the bed. Her chocolate curls fanned out on the pillow as she looked up at me, smiling. Sophie rubbed her palms back and forth on the outside of her breasts, causing the soft globes to wobble hypnotically. She seductively rubbed one leg against the other, bending her knee and accentuating the curve of her hip. I threw the covers off the bed and crawled over her. Straddling her thighs and holding my weight off her body, I kissed her deeply. "Are you sure you're okay, Sweetheart?" "Yeah, I am. I really want this, Daddy," she replied. My hands led the way as I kissed down her body from her mouth. Her skin was so smooth and tight. And her smell was so incredibly intoxicating. It was the perfect blend of the fresh, earthiness of her skin, and the remnants of yesterday's perfume. The terrain softened magically as I kissed my way up the top of her right breast. I wanted to take my time, and tease her delicately, but I just couldn't help myself. When I arrived at the summit, I greedily sucked her proud nipple into my mouth. I pulled back, sucking at her nipple as I went, before gorging myself on her soft flesh again and again. Her whimpering moans, twitches and fingers roughly brushing through my hair spurred me on. I kissed across her chest to her other neglected prize, and repeated my feast. This time, however, I managed to regain some composure. I circled my tongue around her areola, spiralling in towards the centre. I suckled gently at her nipple, before tenderly holding it between my teeth. I nibbled at her, causing her to take in sharp breaths every time I bit down. Then, clamped tightly, I flicked the end of her nipple quickly with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, Daddy, yes," she moaned. I don't know how much more time I spent worshiping at my daughter's heavenly breasts, but my wrists were in agony from holding myself above her. Her legs were still together, infuriatingly sliding against each other. I lay down beside her, pressing my side to her warm, slender limb, taking the weight off my arms. From cupping her breasts, I trailed my fingertips down her stomach, doing slow, gentle laps of her naval, until my kisses caught up. As I caressed her, my hands felt the taught muscles beneath her skin. But as my kisses followed, my lips and tongue only found the softest pale flesh. I got another giggle out of Sophie by dipping my tongue into her belly button. I loved the sound of her laugh, especially when it was me causing it. Then, as I planted a soft kiss just below her naval, I blew a giant raspberry on her stomach. We both burst out laughing. It was a great way to relieve the rising tension of my journey. But I quickly resumed my trail of slow, tender kisses before the mood, and quite frankly, my nerve, was lost. Those precious, pink panties were my next destination, and my kisses galloped across the finish line of her waistband until I was pressing my lips into her gorgeous mound. I could feel her spongy pubic hair beneath the thin, pink cotton, and I was in heaven. I inhaled her scent deeply as I went, clawing feverishly at my darling daughter's rounded hips. Still, Sophie kept her legs together. I sat back on my knees and looked into her eyes. . She smiled at me, nibbling on her index finger and cupping her own breast with her other hand. The image of my darling daughter laying there on my bed was so incredibly erotic. Her creamy skin contrasted so beautifully with the coffee coloured sheets in the muted light spilling through the drawn blinds of my bedroom. And those lovely little panties beckoned. I reached down and hooked my fingertips into the fragile waistband at her hips. Her supple skin trembled beneath with my touch. And I paused. I gazed into her eyes once more, desperately seeking her reassurance. Sophie nodded, still suckling at her finger. Her smile was replaced with sensual anticipation, and there was nothing stopping me now. I pulled at that wonderful cotton garment, that did so much with so very little. The elastic stretched around the curve of her hips, snagging on the friction of her ass against the sheets. Then the muscles in her stomach and thighs tightened as she arched her pelvis up towards me, allowing me to pull her panties down over her ass. The pale pink triangle in front of me slowly collapsed, revealing the dark curls of her neatly trimmed bush. More and more of my daughter's cute little landing strip appeared from behind her retreating underwear. My adoration was indescribable. My eyes welled. My face flushed. My breathing all but stopped. I felt dizzy. My hands continued to drag her panties down her thighs, almost on their own. And I kept logging every tactile sensation of her beautifully smooth skin as I went. Sophie lifted her knees up together to help me remove her last stitch of clothing. Finally, after a brief caress of her soft calves, I had her panties past her cute, cotton socks and in my hands. I sniffed at the soaked fabric in the crotch, inhaling the sweet muskiness like my life depended on it. Then I tossed her panties onto my pillow, beside Sophie's giggling face. I placed my hands on my daughter's knees, still raised and together, obscuring my view of her most precious gift. Then slowly, with as much restraint and tenderness as I could muster, I parted her thighs. "Oh my god!" I gasped. Her parting thighs revealed the prettiest pink pussy I've ever seen. Her gorgeous labia was in full bloom, the lips glistening with her excitement. I melted to the sheets, burying my face between her legs and feverishly lapping at her sopping cunt. I was a man possessed, hungrily sucking at her engorged lips and messily eating her with lusty abandon. With my eyes closed and able to hear nothing but my own wild slurping, I was only conscious of the feeling of her wet folds against my lips and tongue. Even the taste and smell was somehow imperceptible, but at the same time, so incredibly intoxicating. Seconds later, Sophie's fingers slipped down over her pussy in front of my face, and I was jolted from my trance. I looked up, past her heaving body. "Oh, Daddy," she panted uncontrollably. "I'm sorry. I can't. It's too sensitive." "Really? I only just got started," I pleaded. "Huh?!" Sophie's eyes were wide. "Daddy, you've been eating me for over twenty minutes." I couldn't believe it. Sophie thought it was hilarious, even holding up the alarm clock on my bedside table to show me how long I'd been eating her delicious pussy. I'd completely lost myself in her sex. Although my feeble brain had cruelly denied me the pleasurable memory of eating my daughter's cunt, Sophie had held up four fingers, with her thumb pressed across her palm, in response to me asking her if she'd come. She bit her bottom lip again and reached for me between her legs. With her hands on the sides of my face, she pulled me up to her own and kissed me passionately. "Make love to me, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me." I kissed her deeply again, told her I loved her and thrust my cock at her pussy. "Oh Daddy. You need to take these off first," she giggled, pulling at my boxers. Stranded above her between her nubile thighs, I looked down to see my cock tenting my maroon boxers, with a slimy patch of pre-come at the apex. I frantically wrenched them off, my rigid member flicking around wildly as I kicked the fucking things off my legs. I felt the head of my cock brush her furry landing strip as I settled back on top of Sophie, resting on my elbows. She ran her fingers through my hair and stared into my eyes , as she again pleaded with me to make love to her. I was used to women guiding me into their pussies when we had sex, but Sophie kept both her hands in my hair. I was going to have to do this one myself. I actually had a brief moment of panic that I might not know where to put it. Sleeping in Class "Anthony….Anthony….Will you please wake up the bell rang two minutes ago and I want to get out of class as much as every one else!!" Mrs. Valentino shouted from the behind her desk. Oops, for the second time this week I had fallen asleep, due to another late night at…oh I don't even remember where I was last night such is the life of a high school senior with only four days of schooling left. "Oh sorry….Mrs. Valentino…I um.. Well, ya know late nights hurts sometimes" I apologetically stated. But as I looked up I realized that Mrs. Valentino wasn't really all that angry at least she didn't look like it. What she looked like was…..wait this is my teacher I'm talking about, Well, she looked like a dog in heat. HOT!! I'd always thought of her as a good looking older lady but what I didn't realize was that her dark brown hair, ample cleavage and nice but made her look pretty dang good to an 18 year old with a hangover. So I got up and started for the door still gazing at her and that odd look but when I got to the door it was locked?? "Ah…..Mrs. V.." "I locked it…" she sounded funny," I wanted to have a little chat about your late nights, sit" By now I was totally perplexed and mesmerized but this teacher who by all accounts was turning me on. "Anthony, I feel bad for you, you still haven't realized what I've been trying since the first time you walked in my class" She gazed at my with a smirk on her face," Now with only five days left I don't know if I can go through with this." "What..uh…what do you mean?" now this is getting interesting. She stood up and sat on my lap she wrapped her arms around me and as my cock began to push against her skirt she whispered, "I need you…now!" Holy….now what good fortune I was having this hot teacher about 20 years my senior wanted me?? I was so stunned I hardly knew what to do. But that didn't last long as she stuck her tongue deep into my throat. I began to reciprocate and get into it realizing how good of a kisser Mrs. V was. I loved it but I knew there was more to come. II began by sliding my had up her blouse and feeling her nice C breast and pinching her nipples as I unclasped her bra and she tore my shirt of and threw it to the floor. Wow, she really needs this I guess. She told me to take my pants of and as I did she did the same with her skirt revealing a nicely trimmed dark bush under a pair of lacy pink panties. She stared at my cock as it stuck 7 inches out of my boxers licking her lips and she stepped closer to me. Her long hard nipples were to eager to be sucked as I leaned down and took one in my mouth. She began moaning as my fingers then traced her belly button down to her panties I teased her awhile by just rubbing her clit from the outside. Until she pushed me away with a screech and struggled quickly out of her panties. Now completely naked she beckoned me to her desk pushing the papers to the floor she laid down. "I told you I need you now fuck me with you rod….Please…I need you!!" I climbed onto her desk now realizing one of my fantasies was going to come true, to fuck a teacher, OH god her pussy was so tight and wet. After pushing into her I began to rock slowly back and forth making her squeal in sexual pleasure. "Oh…umm….Anthony please pound me I need that…" Whatever she wanted she got. I began to ram my pole deep into her pussy fast then slow again fast then slow. Her nails were digging into my back leaving marks I would remember for weeks. Her breathing began to quicken as she reached her climax I was so close it was hard to hold it as cum began to fill my balls she screamed so loud I had to cover her mouth. Then we both went stiff as out bodies joined in the intimate pleasure. I felt my own cum on my leg as I filled her to the brim. I got off and began to dress as she just laid there and stared at the ceiling still breathing softly and moaning. As I left I thought what a great time I would have tomorrow after my nap. Sleeping In I reached down and grabbed my cock. Never in my life could I remember it being so hard. I rubbed the head against her sodden cunt, running it up and down her slit. At the bottom of the downstroke, my mushroom head seemed to settle naturally at her opening, and Sophie's wonton expression told me I was in the right spot. "Sophie, Sweetheart, are you sure you..." "Oh, fuck me, Daddy," she breathed. I released my weight and let gravity drive my cock ever so slowly into Sophie's hungry cunt. Despite the flood of pussy juice between her legs, she was so unbelievably tight. It felt like I only got the head in, before I came grinding to a halt. Sophie's breath was ragged, but she kept urging me on. Her hands slid down my body and clutched desperately at my hips. I drove into her, feeling her hot, slippery lips engulfing slightly more of my cock. Her face contorted in pain, and I stopped, leaving myself only half way inside my beautiful daughter. "Are you okay?" "Uh-huh," she panted. "You're just so big. Just take it slow?" Her tiny hands pressed against my stomach. I kissed her gently, and waited an agonising few seconds for her to relax before easing another inch into her. Again she winced, and again I waited for her to catch her breath before burying my cock even deeper. I felt my balls rest against her fantastic ass when I finally bottomed out inside her. And purely driven by instinct, I burrowed my cock even deeper in one last desperate thrust. Sophie grunted beneath me, her arms wrapped around my back and her legs wrapped around my thighs. I kissed her slowly, passionately, and told her I loved her. "I love you too, Daddy." I slid about half my length out of her tight pussy, hesitated a few moments, then eased myself slowly back in to the hilt. Sophie winced as I drove back inside her, and took a few seconds to relax her face. Then I pulled out again. Her face was flushed, and tensed in tight concentration as we made love, slowly and deliberately. "Take a deep breath in," I urged as I pulled my cock three quarters the way out. She did, her stomach and soft breasts pressing against me as she complied. "Now breathe out slowly," I sighed as I pushed back inside her, "Just let all the tension flow out." Sophie moaned in pure ecstasy as I thrust deeply into her core. "Oh, wow," she giggled, "That felt so good." We did it again, and again. Sophie breathing in deeply as I withdrew, then slowly exhaling as I drove home. The pain was gone, replaced by pleasure as I sawed in and out of her. "Oh my God! Daddy, I'm going to come!" "Oh, Sophie. I love you so much," I cried. Sophie clenched me tightly, locking her arms and legs around me. Then in an instant, she arched her back, thrusting her body into mine as I pumped into her. "Oh, Daddy," she moaned when her spasms subsided, "Make love to me. Make love to your little girl. I love you so much, Daddy." "Oh, I love you too, my precious baby." I pumped my cock into my baby girl, Sophie rolling her pelvis in time to meet every thrust. I was in heaven. The warm, soft wetness of her body...the ecstasy of her breathless moans... I looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply when I could marshal my concentration enough. But mostly, I just gripped her tightly and held the side of my face to her cheek. The sensation of my cock sheathed in her glorious pussy was overwhelming. The sheets bunched at my knees and elbows, soaked through with our sweat. I actually couldn't tell the difference between my desperate panting and hers. We shared a giggly smile as I mopped her wet hair from her forehead. Sophie puffed into my face, her warm breath still fresh with the scent of toothpaste. "Oh, Daddy. I'm going to come again!" Her lithe body clenched uncontrollably against mine as my daughter's orgasm rocked her. The feeling of her sopping pussy clamped around my prick set me off on my own euphoric journey. Sophie bucked her hips up at me as I increased my tempo. The all-consuming tingle swelled inside me, growing dangerously out of control. "Oh my God, Daddy. Are you going to come?" I could only grunt a nod in reply, my mouth hanging limply open as the power of my orgasm exploded throughout my body. The hot flush filled my entire body in a split second. Then the pressure wave concentrated itself in an unimaginable torrent, focussing all its energy into my balls. I felt every drop of semen rush up the length of my cock, then explode out my swollen glands in a hyper-sensitive explosion. I grabbed Sophie as tightly as I could, thrusting as deeply as possible into her gorgeous pussy. And then I roared with pleasure, grunting like an animal with every spurt after blissful spurt of cum flooding out into my daughter's horny cunt. I had never come like that in my life. Sophie threw her head back and wailed as I came deep inside her. She held my head tightly to her chest, and her hips twitched. I kept pumping my cock into her as much as I could, but I was capable of little more than spasmodic grinding. Eventually, the sensitivity in my cock rendered me paralysed, and I just couldn't move anymore. We lay there for I don't know how long. I was spent. My face slid around on her sweat slicked chest, shoulder and neck. I could feel her wet inner thighs sliding against my hips. "Are you all right, Sweetie?" I whispered finally. Sophie lifted my head in her hands, gave me the most loving look I've ever seen, and kissed me by way of agreement. I kept kissing her gently, until eventually I felt my cock softening inside her. I looked into her eyes and told her I loved her again. Then, with all the will power, strength and discipline I could muster, I pulled myself out of my daughter's soaked cunt. As I rolled off her to the left, onto the dry side of the bed, I got a glimpse at the sheets between her still parted thighs. At the bottom of her ass, amongst the darker shade of coffee caused by our combined sweat, lay a smeared blood stain about the size of my palm. "Oh my God," I gasped, my eyes filling with tears. The realisation that I'd torn my daughter's hymen shook me to my very soul. I hadn't even felt it. I had taken my daughter's virginity. My precious baby girl... Sophie looked at the sheets between her legs, then bit her bottom lip as she looked at me. "I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. I didn't realise you were..." "Oh, Daddy, no." she reassured me, placing her hand on my cheek. "It's exactly what I wanted. That was so lovely." I pulled her to me, pressing her slippery body to mine. "Oh, Honey, I wish I'd known." "Why?" she smiled. "I would have made it special for you." "Oh, Daddy, it was special. That was the most beautiful thing," she hummed. "it was just what I wanted. The most special man in my life just loving me. Don't you think?" I caressed her side, tracing my hand over the luscious curve of her hip, of course agreeing with her. I couldn't help but notice the lack of tension in the air. Sure it had been pent up sexual tension before, but regardless, it was gone. There was nothing but a calm, blissful peace between us. I felt so incredibly close to my daughter at that moment. I was so honoured that she chose to share herself with me. I loved her so much. "And I love those cute, little socks," I chuckled. Sophie rubbed her feet together, pouting that it was cold. I swept up the doona from the floor and covered us both up with it. We snuggled into each other, enjoying the warmth of the afterglow. The warm wetness between her legs pressed against my thigh as we held each other. "Besides, what would you have done differently?" she teased. "I don't know," I furrowed my brow. "I would have got some candles and shit." Sophie laughed, gazing lovingly at me. "I wanted you, Daddy. Not a show. Besides," she grinned mischievously, reaching down and squeezing my ass, "you can get the candles next time." Sleeping John Doe Crystal was an RN working the nightshift at a local hospital. It was 2am and things were quiet on the 3rd floor. She was feeling anxious this evening, because she had been thinking of a plan for a few weeks now. The third floor has most of the long term patients and one was a John Doe that had been weighing heavily on her thoughts. He had been in a coma for several months from an auto accident and efforts to revive him had been fruitless thus far. She had been giving him his usual sponge bath and a shave when something interesting happened. She was cleaning him and his member had become hard (not all that uncommon) but what got her attention was the spike in brain activity. She definitely had caused a reaction and she was intrigued. Could this be a way in? If he were to be stimulated enough, could it actually bring him back? This question was in her thoughts for weeks as she dealt with the morality of it all. She had finally decided that late tonight, she was going to find out. She had been conscious of the security guard and his habits for some time and she knew he wasn't heading up to her floor for hours. It was all quiet. His room was private. Now was her chance. She was nervous. "I'm crazy for trying this!" She thought. "But I know what I saw, I have to know." Crystal approached his peaceful body in the dim room; the machines doing their little light dance beside his bed. Her hand carefully reached under the bed sheet and found his member. It was a good looking cock she thought. Not too big, but decent and well proportioned. She gently stroked it and gave it a few gentle tugs. Sure enough, it began to grow and she noticed a lift in his pulse. Good sign! She wiped a little sweat from her brow. She was nervous, she could lose her job, but she was enjoying the rush of this risk and she was getting turned on. She grabbed some KY from the cabinet and pulled back the sheet exposing his swollen member. "Mmmm, not bad", she whispered. She squeezed a little on to his cock and began working her hand up and down the shaft. The only sounds were the gentle hums of the machines and the wet sound of her fingers sliding over his cock. The pulse meter showed a rise and she was encouraged. She quickened her pace a little and looked for a spike on the monitor. There! Just a little but, definitely a difference! "Oh, I'm getting a bit more turned on than I thought." She said to herself. She could feel her sex getting wet and her own pulse was climbing. "What if-" Biting her lower lip looked around a bit. "Oh god...this is crazy." Crystal pulled the door closed and gazed at his hard glistening cock as she pulled down her scrub pants and stepped out of them. She had a thong on and hesitated only a moment before rolling it down her thighs. Crystal was turning somersaults inside as she climbed up onto his bed. She was so wet as she reached down to feel herself. She moved over him and looked upon his chiseled face as he lay beneath her. "He's so handsome. Ok... I want him!" She said to herself. "OK baby...here we go..." She eased herself slowly down on his hard shaft. "Oooh. Yesss!" she hissed. She slowly began sliding up and down feeling the length of his hard cock. "Oh...I don't know who you are, but I'm really starting to like you. Oooh!" She began moving faster and soon the soft, wet sounds of her bottom hitting home filled the room and the sound of her own pulse filled her ears. She loved being on top, and in control, and his cock felt so good grinding deep inside her. "Oh. I'm going to cum soon John." she whispered, panting above him. Her pussy was making beautiful sloppy sounds as she became more aggressive, grinding her clit into his pelvis. She reached down and began to rub her hot wet juices over her button. She had lost control and was alternating driving down on to him and grinding her hips on him. It felt so good she was breathing hard now and desperately trying not to moan out loud. She was so wet and hot and nearly shouted out loud as the waves of her orgasm began to hit her. "Oooh yeaaah ...I'm cumming." she hissed. "Aahh!" She dug her nails into his chest and slowly fell onto him in sweet release. Resting her head on his chest she let her pulse begin to slow and, after a minute whispered. "Thank you." And then... she heard a voice croak... "Crystal? That was amazing!" Sleeping Lamborghini There is no sex in this story. Sorry. Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. * I don't know how we ended up hosting the damn party, because I really hated them. Harrington Gibbs was the guest of honor. Rich beyond my wildest imagination and the envy of my wife. Harrington and my wife, Gail, had been an item at Cornell for three years. Harrington went on to Oxford while Gail and I stayed behind to carry on the Cornell tradition; whatever that is. I didn't actually meet Gail until after Harrington had left. They separated with the agreement that they would both be able to see other people. I got my MBA and Gail and I eventually married, had two children, and lived happily ever after; until today. Harrington Gibbs returned after twenty years, richer and better looking than ever. Grace and Garry Junior were both away at college, leaving us with the proverbial empty nest. When Harrington announced his return, Gail was more excited than I had seen her since college. I always knew that she still cared for him. In many ways, I found it extremely irritating, but I tried not to let my displeasure show. I wasn't as good looking as Harrington and I wasn't as rich, but I was her husband. My biggest complaint happened in the bedroom. Several times when we were having really intense intercourse, Gail would call out his name. There is nothing that puts a damper on hot sex faster than a woman who refers to you in the heat of passion by another man's name. It got to the point where I became paranoid about being called Gibby while I was riding my wife. She never could understand why I lost interest in the middle of a wonderful romp. I never explained it to her. So here we are hosting a party for my wife's old lover Gibby. The one that she fantasizes about while I ring her chimes. How could I not hate this man. There were only about twenty people, but that was more than I was interested in having. It was a warm summer evening so we had everything outside by the pool. I had several grills set up and the guests were all free to pick at the food throughout the evening. I tried to stay out of the way and play the timid, retiring host. Of course, Harrington was the center of attraction and to put more icing on the cake, he came with his new yellow Lamborghini Murcielago. Not only did he brag about his car, but also about the $500,000 price tag that came with it. Everybody got to gawk at the auto and most of the ladies got to take a ride, including Gail of course. As the guests departed, I flitted around like a good husband and started collecting the empty soldiers and dirty dishes. Finally, it was just Gail, Harrington, and myself. Oh, had I mentioned before that Gail invited Harrington to spent the night at our place? We had plenty of room since the kids were away at college. Surprise! Surprise! "Why don't you two guys sit down and I'll mix you up a real drink to end the evening with? I think we have had enough beer. Gibby, would you like a Tom Collins?" I cringed when she called him that. I immediately felt emasculated. He smiled and nodded. I swear that I saw him smirk in my direction. "Garry, I'll get you a Gin and Tonic, and myself a Salty Dog. You guys just relax a little. It's been a long day. I'll be right back." Harrington Gibbs and I sat quietly for several moments. I didn't have anything that I wanted to talk to him about. Looking for some way to break the tedium, I claimed that I had to disconnect the propane bottle from the grills. Harrington took the opportunity to see that his yellow bird was closed up for the night. As he walked out to the garage area, I started to work on the grill tanks. The garages were separate from the house, something that my father had always insisted upon. As I was taking the first tank off, I glanced through the kitchen window. Gail was coming down the hallway to the kitchen with a small bottle in her hand. I stopped what I was doing and watched as she opened the bottle and took out three small capsules. It was my prescription bottle of Ambien. For me, Ambien was a killer sleeping pill. It only took one of them to put me out for at least ten hours. I watched as my wife opened and dumped three capsules into my Gin and Tonic glass. Harrington was coming back from the garage area, so I finished up what I was doing and we both returned to the comfort of our lounge chairs, just as Gail was coming out with our drinks. Gail and Harrington, or Gibby, spent the next few minutes reminiscing about the old days at college. Of course I didn't know any of the people or places that they talked about, but I tried to fain interest as I faked sipping at my Gin and Tonic. It was hard to dump out the drink without losing the ice, but I managed. As the drink went down, I noticed that Gail and Harrington were exchanging glances. I purposely started to lose interest in their conversation and started to rest my eyes. With one final fake flourish, I finished my nighttime cocktail, placed the empty glass on the table, and settled comfortably back in the lounge. I swear I heard Gail giggle. They waited at least twenty minutes and then both of them carefully picked me up and carried me to the bed room. I made a few mumbling noises which caused Gail to giggle again, as they took off my shoes. Ten minutes, later I was up and wide awake. I was amazed at how clear-headed and determined I felt. I put my shoes back on and started down the hallway. Gail and Harrington were in Grace's room and there was no doubt what they were doing from the sounds that they were making. I wondered for a moment if Gail might accidentally call him Garry. I could have very easily gone into the room and ended it all right then and there, but that would not have been any fun. When I got to the garage, I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I wanted to push the Lamborghini out of the garage, but the damn thing was locked and I didn't have a key. The sun roof was open so I reached in and opened the driver's door. Now I could go to work, but I still couldn't push it. I started out with three old cans of charcoal lighter fluid. I didn't even have a charcoal grill any more. Two cans inside and one on the roof. I popped the trunk and the hood for better access. Boy, that V12 was beautiful. I had one gallon of paint thinner for the engine compartment and I topped it off with a couple of cans of Coleman Fuel. As I worked my way around the garage, I was surprised at the treasures that I found. There was a half of a gallon of Kerosene that went into the back seat. A partial can of turpentine covered the inside of the trunk. I poured a gallon of muratic acid over the top of the car, which didn't make sense, because I was planning on burning it anyhow. To finish things off, I tossed a small box of leftover fireworks inside; mostly roman candles and rockets. It was going to be a shame to lose Gail's Volvo wagon and my Jeep Liberty, but it would be worth it. I stood in the doorway at the far end of the garage and tossed in a lit railroad flare. It took me less than a minute to get back to the house and to the bedroom. The inside of the garage was lit up like Christmas. Gail and Harrington were still busy at it when I passed their room. I took four Ambien capsules out of the bottle and swallowed them. At the last minute, I took another one. I wanted it to look as if I had been over dosed. I laid down on the bed and started to laugh quietly to myself. The next thing that I remembered was some guy shining a light in my eyes and mumbling something like; "He's alive. He's alive." There was a lot of commotion as they got me out of the house into the back of an EMT unit. I was just conscious enough to realize that somebody had cut a hole in my throat and stuck something into the hole. I realized that I couldn't swallow and that something smelled like an old boyscout campfire. I remembered the smell. Something was burning. There were cops, firemen and medics. Somebody stuck a needle in my arm. Grace and Garry Junior were sitting in my room when I woke up. I peeked with one eye to see what was happening and noticed them there. "What's going on guys?" "Dad. You're awake. Hold on, I'll get the nurse." Garry walked out of the room as Grace came over and sat beside me. "How are you feeling?" "I feel like crap. What happened?" I knew what the hell happened, but I could never let anyone else know. "You over-dosed on your sleeping pills. You had a bad reaction and it almost killed you." "What the hell are you talking about? I haven't taken a sleeping pill for weeks." Grace looked a little shocked when I said that. The nurse, who came back with Garry, was all smiles. "Well, Mister Crenshaw, I will say that you are looking a lot better than you did last night." "What the hell happened to me?" "The best that we can tell is that you took a few too many pills and they didn't agree with you." "I didn't take any pills. I had a couple of beers and one Gin and Tonic last night. That was it." My nurse just cocked her head and gave me an odd look. "Just what did they find in me? What kind of pills?" She picked up the chart at the end of the bed and gave it a quick glance. "It says here that you ingested Zolpidem." "What is that in English?" "Sleeping pills." "I have a prescription for Ambien, but I didn't take any last night." "Mister Crenshaw, I think you better talk with some other people about this. I am not in a position to discuss this with you. I am glad you are looking better. I will notify the doctor." Grace came back to the bed and Garry went out with the nurse. "How did you guys get here?" "Mom called Garry and he picked me up on the way home." "Where is your mother, by the way? Shouldn't she be here?" "She is talking to the police about the fire." "What fire? Did I sleep through a fire." "The garage burned down. The house is fine." "Is anybody hurt?" "Just you." "I hate to say this, but I am a little confused." I looked out the room window to the hallway. Garry and the nurse were talking to a tall man in a dark suit. There seemed to be a lot of hand waving, but they weren't arguing. "Do you want some water?" I heard her, but I didn't answer. "Dad, do you want some water?" "Oh. Yeah. Sure. I'd love some water." It was warm water through a sippee straw. At least it was wet. There was a bandage on my throat where I assumed, that somebody had made an airway. I had a small plastic tube pumping oxygen into my nose which actually felt quite good. My throat was killing me. It felt raw, like hamburger meat. There was an IV in my right arm. The tall man in the suit was just coming into the room when the doctor showed up. There was a short discussion and the suit man left. Doctor Ampham checked my heart and blood pressure, but seemed to be mostly concerned with my breathing. Ambien can cause severe swelling of the tongue and throat when taken in excess. He seemed concerned when I assured him that I had not taken any sleeping pills. Of course you guessed it, before the doctor departed, he gave me a shot to make me sleep. Grace and Garry left and promised to be back tomorrow. My throat felt better in the morning. Before noon, they had disconnected all of the monitoring and support equipment. Apparently my recovery was going fine. "Good morning Mister Crenshaw. I am Detective Naranja. Are you going to be up for a few questions this morning?" It was the tall man in the dark suit. I must have fluttered my eyes or something, because I really wasn't fully awake yet. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Ahhh. No more bedpan. I sounded like a horse going in the bowl, but I didn't care. It felt good. My throat hurt, which I took as a sign that it was healing. "Now Mister Naranja. What can I do for you?" "You look like you are feeling better. Can you tell me what happened last Saturday night?" "What day is today?" "It's Tuesday." "Damn. Time flies when you are having fun." He tried to laugh, but it didn't work. "Mister, I mean, Detective Naranja. The last thing that I remember about the party Saturday night is cleaning up and then having a drink with my wife and Mister Gibbs. We were sitting on the lounge chairs on the patio. I don't know where the EMT guys or whoever it was, found me." "The police found you Mister Crenshaw. They found you unconscious in your bed." "I am sorry. I don't ever remember going to bed." "You didn't. You wife said that you passed out from too much drinking and that she and Mister Gibbs carried you to your bedroom." "That's bullshit. I had three beers all night and one Gin and Tonic before bed. Three beers over five hours does not make you stinking drunk." "You weren't drunk, Mister Crenshaw. They checked your alcohol level when they brought you in. Your level was so low that you couldn't have even qualified for a DUI." "Why did she say that if it wasn't true?" "It gets complicated Mister Crenshaw. I'll try and explain it to you , but you have to bear with me." Detective Naranja and I sat quietly for several moments. I had a whole bunch of questions that I was dying to ask him, but I was also afraid that he might have a lot of questions to ask me. "Detective Naranja. Was there a fire at my house that night? I seem to remember firemen being there when they took me away." "Yes. Your garage burned down, along with the three cars inside of it. You don't know anything about that?" He asked that question in a coy manner, as if he was playing me. Of course I knew he was, so I tried to respond accordingly. "The last thing that I remembered was how good it felt to stretch out on that lounge chair after the party was over." "Mister Crenshaw, the arson inspectors will be here to talk to you later, but I have one quick question about the fire. Did you store flammables in your garage?" "Yes. That's why I had the garage built separately from the main house. My father was always afraid of garage fires and I guess I got that little quirk from him. The house wasn't damaged, was it?" "No. The fire was concentrated in the garage area." "Any idea what started it?" "Oh yes. There is no doubt. It was arson. The fire was deliberately set by someone, for some reason." I guess I should have been a little more clever about the whole thing, but at the time I didn't give a damn. Hell, I still don't. "I guess somebody didn't like the party." My witty reply got me a small smirk that told me he was not amused at my answer. "So, Detective Naranja, if this is something that the fire department is looking into, why are you here?" "Mister Crenshaw. You didn't take any sleeping pills the night of the party, did you?" "No. Apparently, I didn't need them." "The hospital did a complete work up, because of your condition when they brought you in. You had a little alcohol in your system, but not enough to cause a problem. What they did find is that you had been given a large dose of sleeping pills. You had a prescription for the sleeping pills, which were found in your medicine cabinet." "I hadn't taking any of those sleeping pills in weeks. I only use them when I am having problems at work. What did you mean when you said that I had been given a large dose?" "Mister Crenshaw. We had a team check around the house after everyone left and we found the glass that was apparently used for your Gin and Tonic. The lab found Ambien residue in the bottom of the glass." "My wife made that drink for me." Detective Naranja did not respond. He just sat quietly as if he was waiting for another response from me. "Did my wife drug me?" I figured a straight-on question would get a straight answer. He nodded in the affirmative, but didn't say anything. "Do you know this for sure or is it just conjecture?" "Your wife denied it at first, but admitted that she did it after Mister Gibbs told us the whole story." "Are you saying that Harrington Gibbs and my wife conspired to drug me? Why?" Well, that question caused Detective Naraja to squirm a little in his seat. He was professional about the whole investigation, but seemed hesitant to tell me that my wife drugged me so that she could have sex with another man. I decided to let him off the hook. "Never mind. I think I know the answer." "I am truly sorry, Mister Crenshaw. It is always difficult for us to have to relate information of this nature to a wronged spouse." We sat without words again. "I guess that is why she didn't come to see me. Where is she now?" "Your wife is at the home of her parents. Her father posted bail for her." "Will there be a trial?" "No. Harrington Gibbs told us everything so that he could get off with a lighter sentence. In fact, his lawyers have just about gotten him clear of the whole thing. He stuck your wife with the full responsibility for planning and executing what happened. He claimed that he had no idea what she was doing until after it was over." "You don't believe that do you?" "No, but he has really good lawyers." "What is going to happen to Gail?" "She has confessed to everything and has agreed to whatever the court decides to avoid the publicity of a trial." "What exactly is she being charged with?" "Honestly, at this point, I am not sure. The officials in charge seem to be changing their minds on a regular basis. I think, but I am not sure, that they might be interested in what your feelings are?" He worded that like a question, which I thought was interesting. "I guess this is really something that I should discuss with her, but I am willing to drop all the charges if she agrees to a quick, no-fault, divorce." "That will probably help, but she is still going to be charged as a civil matter. Even though you let her off the hook, she did commit a crime and there is some punishment due." "See what you can do for her, will you? I'll contact my lawyer as soon as I can. What is going to happen about the fire?" He shrugged his shoulders as he got out of the chair. I guess I will have to wait till I talk to the fire department personnel. That afternoon, Garry Junior got me checked out and took me back to the house. He was able to arrange for a few days away from school to help me get settled, but it turned out to not be necessary. I was able to function completely without help. We spent a few minutes looking over the fire damage, but skipped around discussing the situation with Gail. It was an awkward position for him to be in. Seymour Schlamp, my favorite lawyer, came over and two hours later we had a quick and dirty divorce agreement drawn up. I gave Gail the house and furniture along with half of our monetary assets, after the kid's college was prepaid. With the cost of tuition, that didn't leave much. Before Seymour left I also told him to file a one million dollar, alienation of affection suit, against Harrington. Seymour was more than happy to oblige since he would get 22% of whatever he collected. My rental car was delivered at the same time as a Papa John's representative brought me my supper. There was plenty of beer left over from the party. My loving wife arrived before I had completely finished my supper. She didn't come in, but rang the doorbell. I thought that this was interesting. I cleared off the kitchen table so that we could talk. "Garry, I feel foolish saying this, but I am sorry for everything that happened. It was a stupid thing for me to do and it was for a stupid reason. I can't undo it." "What exactly are you apologizing for? Drugging me or sleeping with Harrington?" She wasn't crying, but her eyes were watering up. The answer was weak and mumbled. "Both." I got myself another beer. I looked at Gail and she shook her head to indicate that she didn't want one. Sleeping Lamborghini "Gail. Why are you here?" Mostly to explain what happened, but also to talk about the divorce." "Let's do the divorce thing first. What do you want?" "I don't want the house or the furniture, and you can keep all of the money that is left." "That will leave you with nothing." "I couldn't make the mortgage payments and I don't want to be bothered with having to sell it. I will probably be away for a few years and won't be able to use it anyhow." "Okay. I'll have Seymour change it. Anything else?" "No. Just make it as quick and painless as possible." "Are you sure you don't want a beer?" "No. Garry, I am sorry about Harrington. It was wrong and I have no excuse." "There must have been a reason?" "I know. I thought about that a lot. Harrington and I were always good together. We were friends and understood each other. The sex was always great, not just good, but great." "And between us?" "Garry we made love. Gibby and I didn't do that; we just had sex. I know that sounds like a tired old cliché, but it's true. Sometimes, when you and I made love, it was so good, that I would find myself saying his name. I knew when it happened and always felt bad about it. It was a reflex that I couldn't help." "So what you are saying is that I was a better lover, but Harrington was a better sex partner?" "It sounds so juvenile when you say it that way, but that is about it." "Were you planning on going away with him?" "Oh hell no! He was great in the sack, but there is no way in hell I would ever choose to live with him. You were a perfect husband, father, and provider. I would never give that up." "But you threw it away." Now she was crying. It was controlled, but it was crying. "It was twenty years since Gibby and I were together. I wanted to experience the thrill of unabashed sex one more time before we settled into our golden age." "We are still in our forties. What the hell are you talking about?" "I wasn't sure if I would ever see him again." "Now you are just talking bullshit. You can babble about all the silly little reasons why you did it, but it will not make any difference. You cheated. It is cut and dry. I really don't want to hear anymore. Are you done yet?" "Yes. I am done. I won't bother you any more, but I do know that it was you." "What does that mean?" "You burned the garage down. You set the whole thing up. I can't blame you. You were fully justified in everything that you did, but you did do it. You weren't just a victim. I have been married to you for almost twenty-five years and I know you better than you think." "Are you saying that I set you up?" "You know that you did and so do I." "What did you tell the police?" "Nothing. Who would believe me? You made such a good victim that I wouldn't stand a chance." I finished my beer and leaned back in my chair smiling at her. There is no way in hell that I was going to admit anything. "Garry. How did you know that Harrington and I were having sex if you were unconscious in the bedroom?" I sat there with the silly grin on my face. "When the EMT people took you out of the house, you had your shoes on. When Gibby and I put you to bed, I took your shoes off. How did they get back on, Garry?" That shrewd deduction got her a shrug to go along with the grin. "You didn't drink the Gin and Tonic that I gave you. Somehow you knew that it had been tampered with. You tricked us into thinking that you had finished it off, but you never did. Did you?" I got up and dropped my empty into the trash can. "You knew that I was going to be having sex with Harrington and you did nothing to stop it. What does that make you, Garry. What kind of husband would let his wife have sex with another man if he had the power to stop it?" Her weepy facade had been replaced with arrogance. It wasn't pretty. "Okay. I understand now. This is all my fault because I didn't stop you. You set up this whole thing so that you could have an orgy with your old boyfriend and now it is all my fault because I didn't stop you." The arrogance disappeared as fast as it came. "Oh God. I didn't say that? I didn't say that, did I? I am so sorry Garry. That is not what I meant. When I said that, I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean that. Honest." I got up from the table and started to leave the room. I turned slightly to look at her. "I think you better leave now. I have had enough consoling for one night." I heard her crying as I walked into the bedroom. A few moments later, I heard the front door close. Three months later, I was a single man. I sold the house, but didn't make any money on the deal. Gail received a sentence of three years for conspiracy to do something, but it was suspended at my recommendation. She is now living with her parents and working for one of the local banks. Harrington was more than happy to settle the law suit for five hundred thousand dollars. Somehow or other, I ended up with less than four hundred thousand. Now I know why Seymour was smiling. Harrington disappeared to his estate in Cornwall where he raised polo ponies. I don't believe he ever contacted Gail again. Once things got settled down, I was able to arrange a transfer within the company to Dallas. Grace and Garry Junior have remained close to their mother, but I haven't spoken to her since the trial. Sleeping Martin Iridescent shadows lined the hallway as she quietly moved down the dark path. Hands reached out, she let the smooth paint glide under the silken pads of her finger tips letting the wall lead the way. A door frame nudged her fingertips as she reached out to feel it was partially open. Pushing it she looked in and realized it was just the bathroom. Huffing to herself, she didn't dare turn the light on. The house was already spooky at night, thunder and lightning outside from a storm didn't make it any less spooky so she just decided to hurry. Reaching out she found the other side of the door frame and continued down the hallway until finally she felt the closed door to a bedroom. Reaching down she grasped the smooth metal of the doorknob and turned it slowly, pushing it open. She slowly moved, not uttering a sound as she walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. The sound of socks sliding against carpet echoed as she shuffled along the floor towards the bed. She could see him lying there, the lightning from outside paired with a street lamp cast an eerie glow to his bed, and she could see as she got closer the way he slept. Soft hairs swept over his forehead a bit messy from tossing and turning as his left arm rested over his forehead as he lay on his back. She smiled down at the sleeping man reaching a hand out to gently stroke his cheek. He was beautiful this way, so peaceful and he slept heavily his chest visible under the plain white t-shirt he wore as it rose and fell. The blankets were wrapped around his legs tangling around the lengthy appendages his black pajama bottoms pulled down ever so slightly showing off the v shaped indents of his hips. Biting her lip she looked down at him and moved to the other side climbing in. Prodding him with a finger she whispered, "Martin...the thunderstorm scared me...can I sleep with you?" She had been visiting him for the week, taking a mini residence on the couch down stairs and she waited for him to respond which was barely a grunt and mumbled yes, obviously sleep drunk. Pushing back the covered she scooted down into the blankets, the long t-shirt she wore sliding up her body revealing the purple silk panties she wore and nothing else. Snuggling up to him, his arm moved for her to fit against him, her chest to his side arm around his waist while her leg moved over his hips. Lying there she listened to the symphony the rain, thunder and his heartbeat made together. It was strangely amazing and she laid there looking up at the sleeping boy. They had been friends for what felt like ages, always flirting but never crossing the boundary of friendship. Most of the time she had a boyfriend or he was just too busy with studies to even make a move and neither of them wanted it to go badly. Maybe it was her sleepiness or maybe it was the fact she couldn't take being this close to him and doing nothing, but her hand over his waist slowly began to move downwards. The smooth cotton shirt moved under her fingers, dragging slightly until she reached where it was angled just off his hip, warm skin revealed. Her fingertips swirled against his hipbone feeling the skin underneath and she caressed it gently her fingertips turning into a palms touch. She massaged the area, letting her skin feel how soft he was there before moving her hand up underneath the fabric. She had seen him take his shirt off many times over the summers, and while he wasn't some massive guy and he wasn't lanky, his body held his muscles in the perfect areas and proportions. She was nervous as her fingers neared his chest, shaking almost as she tried to back out of the touching of his skin. He was hotter here than his hips, the skin almost radiating as her palm placed over his heart to feel the beats bumping against her. Closing her eyes she laid there for a moment, but soon her thigh rubbed back and forth to the music in her head, the lush thickness rubbing over his hidden member that had sometime in his sleep began to harden. Immediately she froze unsure what to do now, should she continue just rubbing against him, or should she stop all together?! Her mind flicked through her choices, stories of his size and intense sexual skill shared by other girls ran through her mind and jealousy clawed inside of her knotted belly. She huffed lightly and made the choice, moving to just every slightly push her hand down his chest once more, down past his navel and onto the waistband of his pants. Her leg had moved from over him and she shifted, scooting down the bed till she was even lips to hips. Pulling at his pants she held her breath, releasing it in a slow hiss as his hardened cock was revealed to her. Between seven to eight inches in length, it throbbed furiously as if it ached to be touched. Her mouth salivated profusely as she stared, and before she knew what she was doing, her mouth was against the head, tongue slipped from between her lips lavishing the head with tender laps. He tasted so good, and his skin smelled like cherries and she couldn't resist anymore. Crawling she parted his legs taking place between them as her left hand reached out gripping around the middle her mouth opening wider to take the head inside of her mouth. The moans from her throat were low like purrs as she slowly sucked him, her tongue slowly moving side to side under the ridge of his head. Every now and then she would glide it over the tip, dancing it along the slit that oozed pre cum and his hips jerked every now and then as his breath began to get heavier. Her mind played a little giggle inside at the thought of what he must be dreaming about and with gentle grace she pushed him into her mouth deeper, the bulbous head pressing to the back of her throat where her gag reflex sat. Her hand that gripped his cock moved to splay over hip pelvic bone as she set to work worshipping his cock. Her saliva pooled in her mouth, coating him with a thick layer before she began to push down, the head parting open her throat, pushing past the barrier. She had to focus, it was important and she squeezed her left thumb in her hand as she pushed down more and more against him the thick length nudging forward becoming encased in her coiling throat. Tight muscles flexed around him as a thicker layer of throat slime coated him. As she held him in her throat she listened to his breathing, her right hand pressed against his inner thigh gripping firmly as his cock pulsated with the rhythm of his heart. Moving up his cock slowly dislodged from her throat, the sticky mess taping her chin as she took a gasping breath before moving back down taking him in. She didn't want him too far from her throats grasp as she moved up and down slowly, turning her head side to side to work every touchable inch. Her tongue slipped from her lips as it moved to lap at his heavy sac, her right hand moving to cup the cum heavy orbs massaging them eliciting a gasp of pleasure from his sleeping frame. This was so evil, so wrong to be practically molesting him but she couldn't stop - not now. Her conscious was gone, no longer trying to stop her but whispering what she should do next. Every now and then she'd pull up to allow half of his length to escape, bracing herself on a forearm as her left hand began to stroke him so she could breath. Every twist, every swirl of her wrist drew sleepy groans from him as he pulsated in her hands. Feeing like it was enough she pulled off completely and looked down at her work. His cock was throbbing now, fully pulsating and the shimmering coat of her saliva shone from the ambient lights from outside. Pulling her hands back she reached out one to touch it giggling for a moment before pulling back. She debated hooking her thumbs in her panties, to pull them down but she decided otherwise, and crawled over his body letting the thick tool glide against the cloth. Reaching down she pulled at the crotch, letting the threads snap a bit to loosen as she pushed it aside, fingers rubbing greedily at her now sopping slit. The swollen lips of her desire were so ready and eager to be touched she had to harshly bite her lips in order to keep quiet as she lowered herself down to him. The first electric shock of his head rubbing against her made the impact full to her, as she realized fitting him inside of the "two fingers allowed only" hole of her pink would be harder than she thought. Trembling she braced the free hand not pinning her panties aside against his abdomen and she pushed down, rocking her hips slowly to glide his head through the wetness until he pressed to the valley of her cunt, the ultimate 'there's no going back now' place - her entrance. With gentle fluid rocks and the addition of her bodies weight she slowly coaxed her hole open, whimpering softly as the pop of his head fitting into her made her stomach knot. The hard part was over, but she didn't count for the way his cock spread in thickness a bit more than the head. Every single inch sliced into her like a knife creating a wound, and the moments it took for her to take him felt like years. Finally the heat of his thighs radiated to her ass, the plush globes resting fully against him and she let go of her panties both hands now on him. She couldn't help herself as she looked down at the sleeping boy - who's head had turned to the other side, fist clenched above his head - but giggle. She had him right where she wanted him, had wanted for so long and she wondered if he would wake up. Staying there for a few moments, she let her walls squeeze his length and adjusted to the member lodged inside of her. With a deep sigh she began rocking back and forth slowly, months of practicing body rolls had prepared her for this as her body swirled against him. Bracing herself she leaned forward a bit, her hips rising and falling, her lower back popping up and down as she took him in and out of her body. Her pants were light but heavy and she kept her head tucked so her breathing wouldn't brush along his face waking him. But the question really wasn't if she could - but when. Her hips moved more and more, speeding as much as she could without jostling him too much on the bed, her body taking him like a champ. Her pussy drooled along him, coating him with a layer of her crème as she rode him pleasure singing through her hips. A beat played in her head; making her want to ride him faster and harder and try as she might to fight back she couldn't stop herself as her body began to bounce to the beat. Faster and faster she moved against him, the tight walls sucking inwards as she pulled up, his sleep ridden body responding subconsciously as his own his moved against her causing him to move even deeper. The head of his cock pressed to her cervix, the sponged tip pushing at the barrier causing her to gasp sharply as it caressed the entrance to her womb. She couldn't stop anymore, her moans spilling from her lips as she took him for her own. Their bodies, his subconsciously moving while hers took him, slapped together echoing as her wetness dripped down him as his hands moved to grasp her hips. His head had tossed back against the pillows, and slow groans fell from his lips. His fingers clenched on her as she rode him, whimpering, drooling from both holes as she moved like a bitch in heat for him. Her hips rolled, popped, swirled - everything she could possibly imagine doing to him. The speed increased, the slick sounds echoing as she suddenly was gripped harshly, him slamming his hips up and pulling her weight down to him as a hot glob of his cum landed against her cervix. Her eyes went wide as he came inside of her, the gentle repeated shots causing her own orgasm to begin. The walls of her cunt tightened, holding him so deep inside and so tight she thought his thickness might tear her apart. Her hips writhed back and forth on him as she spasmed, body trembling as she held back the intense screams that threatened to burst from her chest. Her mind fogged, her eyes glazed as her vision went blurry. Soon she was falling forward barely catching herself as she laid on top of him cock still lodged inside. Looking up at him she poked his cheek only to be rewarded with the soft sounds of a gentle snore. He had slept through everything - every motion, every movement, every tight grip of her walls. Laughing to herself she just hugged tightly and drifted off to sleep waiting for him to wake up and see what she had done. Would he wake up and fuck her brains out? Or would he scream at her? Who knows? Sleeping Memories Nervous, hand sweat, high blood pressure, disoriented, unable to concentrate. This was no way to feel while waiting to be called in. I had been out of work for some time now, applying to all sorts of jobs, and the result had been the same wherever I went. "You're do not have the qualifications we're looking for." "You're over qualified." I had heard all the excuse by now, to young, to old and all the rest. I needed this job now, more then ever. I really needed the income, so I could pay my bills, and pay back some debts to some of my friends. I maintained my calm, and looked at the clock on the wall. It was soon time. "Mr. Trust. You may go in now." The voice of the friendly secretary caught be off guard, but without showing my reaction, I stood up, and made sure that I was ready. That my clothes were in order, and then with a smile towards her, I walked through the massive oak doors to the office. I was greeted by a short. "You may sit down." I walked to one of the two chairs in front of the office table, and sat down while I remained silent. I was slightly surprised to see that the chief of personal was a woman, and I watch her work while she continued to sign some papers. She picked up a folder, and looked inside it. "So, Mr. Alan Trust." That was all she said, and I took that as a sign that I should reply, so with some tension in my voice I said. "Yes, that would be me." She seemed startled that I replied, and look up from her folder. She seemed so familiar, and when she lowered her eyes into the folder once more, I lowered mine to the small sign on her table. With golden letters I could read her name, but Sarah Thompson did not mean anything to me. "So you wish to work for us. I see you have the proper education, and your experience is quite unique to say the least. What makes you think you would be a good addition to our security staff?" Her voice penetrated the silent air around us with precision and the right amount of distance which made it appear professional and cold. Yet there was something else there too, but I just couldn't pinpoint what it was, so while I continued to think about it, I explained my point of view. "Good, good, yes, hm interesting." By the sound of her voice, her thoughts were also elsewhere. I took a look at my watch, to appear busy. Her brown eyes followed my movements and she closed the folder, and placed it on the table. "The truth is that we are looking for a special person. Someone with unusual skills, making him or her think in different ways than other persons would do, and thereby find holes in our security. Do you have any special skill that would qualify you?" Finally, the rejection line. At least she had given me the chance to reply, but I did not know of any special talent that I could benefit with. I looked at her, and said. "To be honest, I can not think of any talent right now, but may I think a little? It would also help if I knew more about your wishes, I mean if there is anything other than I've already read in the advertisement." "Just any talent." I began to think. I could play the piano, and several other instruments. I could cook a romantic dinner without creating a mess in the kitchen. What good would those talents do? "No? In that case, I think this interview is over. We'll let you know in a couple of days." I knew what that meant. Rejected, and the thing I would receive was an envelope with a short standard letter saying something I didn't want to hear. I took her hand, and said with a smile. "Thank you, I look forward to it." I was dying inside, but my smile was as warm and bright as a summers day, and I walked to the door. When I got to the door, I turned around when I thought I heard a silent sound. She was standing with both hands on the table, leaning her head down, which made her hair fall down and cover her face. I could hear her whisper. "It's over." I looked at her, and for a moment an image flashed before my eyes. A memory from a distant past, but I realized why she seemed familiar. I stood still until she realized that I was still in the room, and then with her eyes raised in mine, I whispered. "Felicia, kneel before me." The words came from a place in my being, that I had locked several years ago, but I said the words and recognized them as if they were spoken just moments earlier. As if I had chanted them to myself through my entire life, and as the words were spoken, the reaction was as excepted. "Yes Master." As I saw Sarah come closer to me, I began to remember the games I had played with my best friend when I was just a teenager. The games we played in my room, where I had realized that I could control others with my voice. My best friend, Felicia Summers, had become my friend when all the other kids were harassing her, pulling her ponytail and sometimes even pushed her down into trash cans. I had not been popular either, nor was I a fighter, but the simple fact that I was well built, and almost a head taller than the rest was enough to keep them off me. "Master, I have been doing your wishes ever since the day we parted." I had become Felicia's friend, but in the end also her Master. She wanted it, and I had taken control over her, and her whole being was mine to do with as I wanted. I had made her do things she wouldn't have done if I had not been controlling her, but she could not refuse. "Felicia, assume the position." I turned around, and locked the door as I remember all the things from the days of our youth, and the things Felicia had done by order from me. I remembered the day when she had admitted to me, that she did all the things I said, and for some reason she had become to love them all. The control had made her stronger, and all the other kids at school had noticed. She became popular with all the guys, and her raw smile when she rejected them was like a dart through their hearts. She had become powerful through the control I had over her, it had been a part of it all, but it had all ended the day her parents moved, and took her with them. "Master, I'm ready for inspection." I heard her voice, but I didn't turn around. I kept remembering the final day, when I buried my control over her in the back of her head, in the deepest corner of her mind. How I had given her control to be forceful without my direct control. I could still remember the single clear tear on her cheek as her parents pull her arm, forcing her into the car, and the cloud of diesel fumes when the car drove away. "Felicia, your lips long for something to suck on. Your mouth becomes dry if you don't get to enclose a hard cock. Your tongue will stick to the your mouth if you don't get to trace the shaft of my manhood." "No, not that. Please Master." I smiled as I saw this Sarah Thompson, formerly Sarah Felicia Summers, on her knees with wide open eyes. She knew that if she didn't get to fill her mouth with my cock, her mouth would dry up, her tongue stick to the roof of the mouth, and she would not be able to speak. "No? then resist me." I looked into her eyes, and saw the wild fire burning, as if it was only yesterday I had seen it, but she did not move. She wasn't able to. I could see her mouth dry up before my eyes, and she kept licking her lips to make them moist, but to no avail. She lowered her eyes to the wall to wall carpet, and with a dry voice, as the wind through the desert, she whispered. "Be gentle with me." I looked at her, raising my eyebrows. "... Master." "Is this room safe?" Even though I had control over Felicia for a long time when we were teens, I never did anything to humiliate her in public. I had no thoughts of doing that to her ever, and I needed to know if her office was safe. "Yes Master, but ..." Her mouth was to dry now, so I sat down in a chair in front of her. Her eyes were wide open, and I watched them fixed on my crotch. I placed my hands on the arms of the chair, and looked silently into her face. She was still the innocent looking country girl I had known, even if she had her hair differently now, even if she had change the color, and even if she wore more makeup. She was still the same. "but?" I could see her eyes close, her lips forming as if she was to receive the tip of a cock against them, her tongue sliding out licking as to tease the nerve underneath the head of a hard cock. She kept licking, unable to speak. I watched her, her hands shaking at her side. "Would you like to please me, Felicia?" She began to speak, but no sound came over the moving lips. She looked at me in despair, and nodded her silent reply. I smiled. "Do it." Instantly her body began to move, as if bonds were taken away from her body, and she reached out with her hands towards me. She placed her hands on my thighs as she pulled herself closer to me, and I looked at her. I could hear her sigh when I told her that no hands were allowed. She forced her face towards my pants, and opened up my zipper with her teeth. I could see her hands together behind her back, and she continued to opened up my pants with her mouth. I could hear her breathing, as her anticipation grew. We both knew that she needed my cock inside her mouth to become complete again. I felt her lips against my shaft as she took out my growing member through the opening in my pants, and when her lips closed around my cock I heard a sound from a distant past come alive again. I felt her completely dry mouth shower my head with saliva, and her satisfaction of the sensation was unmistakable. I repeated with the harsh voice I knew would send shivers down her spine. "but?" "Sarah looked up into my eyes, and let go of my cock. There is a safer place. My other office." I looked at her, and then told her to stand up and to remove her panties. She did as she was told, and gave them to me. I took them, and placed them in my pants, before I zipped my pants again. "Tell me where it is, and then let me leave. I will meet you there in 2 hours, and you will be dressed accordingly." She stood up, her lips still longing to suck me, but then she turned around and picked up a card from her pocket. A black plastic card with gold print. The company logo, and below the words: "Sarah Thompson, CEO" "Just ask for me, and show my secretary this card." I took the card from her hand, and walked out. The secretary outside smiled as I walked passed her desk, and I realized that I was much happier and confident now than I had been for a long time. - - - - - I walked up to front desk and waited for either one of the two middle aged women behind the desk answering phone calls to end the conversation. I smiled at the both, and turned to look at all the different architectural items, the marble columns, the high plants and the way the light came through the windows. It was delicate, a soft blend of cold dead marble, and the life in the plants. Light and shadows playing on the leafs. A few moments later, one of the women greeted with me a cheerful. "How can I help you, sir?" I stood still for a while, looking at the composition, before I turned to her, and smiled. Her short wavy brown hair was colored to hide grey hair I suspected. It looked unnatural in some way, and her eyes were small, light grey and weak. She looked into my eyes, and I could see her nostrils widening as her breath cause up. For a few seconds, I remained silent, knowing that it would make her a little insecure, before I spoke with a calm voice. "I have an appointment." I picked up the small black card and showed it to the woman. She looked surprised, and after gathering her thoughts, she said: "Didn't you come here earlier this morning for a job interview? Where did you steal that black card?" I smiled to her, and placed my hand on hers. I felt how she tried to pull it back, but I held it in place as I leaned forward and whispered: "It just happens to be that I'm an old friend of Sarah." My calm voice, was mixed with a sharp buzzing sound. The woman began to talk in her headset, and I could see in her eyes that she was fading away. As if she wanted to drop through the floor, and when the short phone call was ended, she looked up as I let go of her hand. "She is expecting you, sir. Take the elevator to the top floor, and turn right when you exit. You can't miss it." I looked at her, withdrew the card from the counter, and walked towards the elevator. Behind my back I could here the woman's voice of despair. "Forgive me, sir, I didn't know." I entered the elevator, and pushed the button for the top floor. The doors shut silently before me, and the soft red indicator began to count up. 2, 3, 4 ... I held the card in my hand, feeling it's surface with the tip of my fingers. It was warm, but so hard. It was to hard to be a normal business card, so I held it up towards the light, and noticed a thin line, which wasn't as glossy as the rest of the plastic. The elevator slowed down, and the doors opened. The short hallway ended in a door to the left and a door to the right. A younger woman was sitting at a desk near the door on the right, and I walked the short passage towards her. She kept her eyes on me while she smiled and moved her hand gracefully in a gesture towards the door. It was a similar oak door as the door to the other office I had been to earlier in the day, and I took the long wooden bar in my hand and pulled gently. The door wouldn't open. I looked at the secretary, and waited for her to open the door by remote, but she had begun to get dressed. "Mrs Thompson is waiting for you. She said you would have the access. Have a good day, sir." I watched her go to the waiting elevator, and as it closed, I turned to the door. It was amazing how sweet the smell was from the wood, and as I examined the door, I noticed a card reader near the door on the wall. I took the card, and as I moved it through the reader, a clicking sound came from the door. I pulled the wooden bar again, and the heavy door opened with ease. As I entered to huge office, I noticed how the lighting was dim, and that a single spotlight was lighting up the floor in the middle of the room. Near the edge of the light, I saw hair scattered over the floor, and Sarah kneeling with her forehead to the carpet. I looked upon her, as I walked closer. My eyes adjusted to the shadows, and I sat down in a leather couch ten feet from her. I could hear her panting, knowing that her was still tormented by my command, and I said in a moment of compassion. "Aqua." Her pleasure was impossible to mistake as her mouth was flooded with her own saliva. I could hear her swallowing over and over, and her body seemed to rise. "Thank You Master. Thank You." Her voice was still not more than a whisper, a sweet wind that came through the room, carrying her perfume over to me. I watched her, knowing that she was only wearing what I would expect of her: one pair of white 4" heels and a white ribbon around her slender neck. "Felicia, come to me." Without any spoken answer, she began to crawl to me, moving through the light toward my feet, and she came to a complete stop on her knees before me. Her face was still covered by her long hair, and I whispered. "Your dreams are to be fulfilled, you will loose control over your body, and find pleasure once again in feeling the peace of pleasing. Your lips are missing something, Felicia. Your lips have been missing something for a long long time. Your mouth is getting dry again, much faster than before. You know what you need, Felicia. You know what can save you." I watched as her body began to shake, her breathing increasing, as she stood still before me. Her hands moved needfully on her thighs, and finally she broke out in tears. "Please Master, I can not stand this any longer." I reach out my hand towards her, showing her the vibrator I had in my hand. "Yes, Felicia, it feels as the sweetest pleasure, to be so close to the thing you need and not being able to touch it. You will get to have it, but not now. This is what you shall have." She took the vibrator from my hand. I looked as she felt the twin shape. She hesitated some, but I could see in her shoulder movements that she wanted it, if it would save her from the torment she was given. "Yes, Felicia, put in place." Before I had finished the sentence, her hands had moved the toy to her crotch, and she pushed herself against it while moaning out loud. She leaned her head back, and her hair flew around her as the twin vibrator reach deeply into her two holes. "That's it, Felicia, that's what you need. Now please your mouth with the thing that it needs. You are allowed to." Her hands caressed my thighs, and down to my zipper. With great eagerness in her fingers, the zipper opened up before her, and she forced her head against my crotch, taking in my manhood between her lips, and moaning out loud sending vibrations through me as well. I rested comfortably in the couch, while the love of my youth was lost in her own pleasure of sucking me. Her lips and tongue caress every vein of my shaft, every smooth part of my head, and her eyes were on fire. Her breathing was heavy and rapid through her nose as she lost track of time and space. I opened up my right hand, and pressed the green button of the remote control. Her moaning was as the sweetest music as the vibrations cause her genital areas to contract around the deeply planted twins. "Yes Felicia, those vibrations are grabbing you, taking you to the place you thought lost. Taking you to the point of release, and it will be done over and over again. You shall have what has been missing in your life since that day you dropped a crystal clear tear for me." I watched her body move in spasms, and I knew the vibrations and my words would take her there in matters of seconds. Her lips was reaching for every bit of my hard cock, her tongue was flickering as I had taught her so many years ago. "Cum Felicia, cum for your Master, and seal your destiny." Her body began to instantly shake, and she began to scream with my cock deep in her throat. It was unavoidable now, and I pushed the red button, causing the vibrations to stop, holding her in middle of the orgasm, and the sweet sensation of hearing her gasp for air around my cock, started my orgasm as well. I shot my load of white thick cum into her wide open mouth, and I watched her face as she continued to fight the extreme lust that was waiting to be unleashed inside of her. My cum ran down her chin and down on her breasts, and instinctively she caressed it into her skin. I felt the sweetness end, and I pushed the green button again. Her reaction was instant once again, and she fell down on her back. Gasping for air while her body was moving in electric spasms, I watched her continue to pant and scream over and over while I zipped my pants, and stood up. I walked to the door, and before I closed the door, I pushed the red button to end this session. "Rise stronger Felicia. Rise stronger." - - - - - I was employed in Security, and maybe one day I will advance in that department. I do not think I will, because my goals were never a career, but the love I missed for so many years. I moved in with Felicia six months later, helping her to fulfill her goals. Sleeping Mom The start of this story happens one day when my friend Matt was over to our house shooting hoops in the driveway. My mother had just pulled her car into the garage interrupting our game of horse. Matt had never tried to hide the fact that he flirts with my mom whenever she is around and today is no different. "Here let me get the door for you Donna, do you have any bags I can help you with?" He asked her opening her door all the way for her. "No Matt, thanks anyway, all I have today is this little one from the pharmacy." She said to him. Mom had always thought Matt to be a sweet boy and never really seemed to notice his flirting, it either went over her head or she did not think anything of it. I seem to be the only one who notices, my father might notice, cause sometimes he seems to just snort and chuckle to himself when he hears Matt come on strong. "C'mon Matt let's get back to our game, I only need to get one more letter for the win." I said. "Well see you later Donna, I have to stage one of my patented amazing come backs to beat Jimmy over there." He said letting my mother by him. "Have fun." She said and went into the house. After she was in the house and out of ear shot, I took a shot that bounced off the rim; Matt grabbed and dribbled over to me. I knew what he wanted to talk about, heck deep down I liked talking about her too. "Man, dude, your mom sure is hot for forty four years old." He said standing there dribbling. "She's not bad if you compare her to other mothers from our school." I said to him. "How big did you say her tits were?" He asked wanting me to refresh his memory. "38C" I simply stated. "Nice, her ass looks awesome in everything she wears and I love those short skirts she wears to work." He said finally taking a shot. "Man do you jerk off a hundred times a week thinking of my mom?" I asked him retrieving the ball. "Oh yeah like you don't" He said. "Did you see what she had in the prescription bag?" "No, I was not looking; I was trying to finish this game before dinner." I said to him. "That new heavy duty sleeping pill, the one that puts you out for eight hours a night, I heard they are quite potent." Matt said. "Well she said with the company she works for cutting back she had to let some of her office staff goes. She is really tired and stressed when she gets home, combined with my dad's snoring she has been complaining she is not getting enough sleep at night." I explained to him. "I tell you what, I'm going to take off, tomorrow let know how well they work." He said and he ran off for home. We were both eighteen years old and as far as knew we were both virgins, neither of us getting past second base. I think we spent too much time fixating on milfs and older women rather than girls our own age. So I was going to make sure when mom got up the next morning I would find out if she got a good night sleep, I was unsure why he wanted to know, unless he was thinking of getting some. Dinner was uneventful; mom was tired and did not feel much like talking, so offered to do the dishes for her so she could rest. Dad got home late and then announced that he was going to Chicago for a weekend meeting to try and close a huge contract with another company. "Well Bill I know how you are on the road, so stick to your diet." Mom said to him. "Donna, I'll try my best you know it's hard to eat salad in a steak house." He laughed. Mom was always nagging dad on his weight, unlike her he put on weight during the marriage. His doctor said that is why he snores so much and loudly, plus he was in danger of high blood pressure and other health risks. Mom told him for her birthday this year she wanted him to lose twenty pounds, he still had four months to go but was no where close. I took all of the dirty dishes out to kitchen, my mother packed my dad's bag and he got all of his files and his laptop together. She then changed for bed and took one of her pills, the next morning dad was up first, and I heard him grumbling at four in the morning going down the stairs with his bags. His taxi got there a half an hour after that to pick him up, a few hours later my mother and I were up getting ready for work and school. "Oh mom by the way how did you sleep last night?" I asked her before she went out the door for work. "The best night's sleep I have had in ages, I did not even hear your dad's snoring. Love you and see you later." She said hurrying out. During lunch at school Matt and I sat together watching a pick up game in the gym; he had been pestering me all day for information on how my mother slept. I still found it weird why he wanted to know, but I gave him the information he wanted. "She said she got the best night's sleep she had gotten in years." I told him. "Call her and ask if I can spend the weekend, starting tonight?" He anxiously asked. "Sure what the heck she is on her lunch break anyhow." I said pulling out my cell and text messaged my mother. "So what did she say?" He asked when he heard the phone chime back. "She said sure you can, just as long as we are quiet when she goes to bed." I explained. "Cool, so this being Thursday, I will need to stop at my house and get a few things for the next few days." Matt said. "Okay, when you are done I will see you at my house." I said as the bell rang signaling us to get to class. After school I went home as usual, worked on homework to get it done before Matt arrived. He got there shortly before my mom arrived home, she called me on the phone to let me know she got pizza for dinner and to meet her in the driveway to carry it in. "I'll go get it." Matt offered running out to help my mother. I watched as she handed him the pizza and he followed her into the house, his eyes never leaving her swaying ass. We sat at the table to eat; mom only had one slice and made a small salad, staying on her diet. The two of us chewed down heartily on the pizza, I listened to Matt's constant flirting and compliments to my mother. "Jimmy you should take lessons from Matt on how to compliment a lady." My mom said embarrassing me. "Sure Mom, just remember Matt has had the same amount of girlfriends as I have this past school year." I said making him turn red. "Don't worry boys; I'm sure the right young lady will come along. I have some work to catch up on and then I have to call your dad. I will probably be turning in around nine so remember that is time to quiet down." She said to us. We stayed out of her way the rest of the night and played video games in my room, sure enough at nine my mother looked in on us. She was wearing a pair of silk pajamas and it obvious she did not have a bra on. "Good night boys, I'm going to turn in." She said. "Good night Mom." "Good night Donna." Matt said. "Sweet dreams." An hour had passed and finally Matt got up and he crept down the hall way to the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the prescription bottle and counted the pills. Then with a smile on his face he came back into my room and sat down. "I say let's give it another hour and let's see how asleep your mom really is." He said. "Are you fucking nuts?" I exclaimed. "Dude this will be the best time to find out." He said. "She definitely took a pill tonight and if they are as good as advertised this should be interesting." "Alright, if we do anything you better let me go in first and see if she wakes, I can come up with an excuse for being in there." I explained to him. "You got a deal" He said as we went back to playing for another hour. At eleven o' clock we crept down the hall and slowly opened her bedroom door and crept into her room. We could hear her heavy breathing from across the bedroom as she slept soundly. I slowly went up to her bed and gently shook her shoulder, then again, and then a third times a little harder and said mom in a low voice. "See I told you she was out." Matt said. "So what are you going to do?" I asked him. "We have to see those titties of hers." He said reaching down with trembling hands. Slowly he undid the top button, then the next one to reveal more and more of her ample cleavage. The way the silk moved against her skin made her nipples start to harden against the fabric. He the undid another, then another, the top only had five buttons and left the last one together and slowly slid if off to her shoulders to expose her beautiful breasts. "Holy shit, those have to be the best tits I have ever seen." Matt exclaimed softly. "I can't believe I'm standing here looking at my mother's tits." I whispered. Matt then reached down and touched the one furthest away from him, a light gentle caress over the full length of it. Then he lightly brushed the nipple, which was now hard from the cooler air and the stimulation. He surprised me when he gave it a gentle squeeze, then he gave the other one a gentle squeeze, then he rubbed the nipple. This made my mother moan aloud in her sleep, she must be enjoying the stimulation as she showed no sign of waking. "You have to feel them; you won't believe how firm they are." He said moving his hand away to let me feel. Hesitantly I reached down and ran my hand over her left breast, enjoying how soft her skin felt. I took her nipple and pinched it while marveling at how hard it was, then I gave the breast a gentle squeeze, he was right very firm. I continued to alternate playing with her tits, while Matt ran his hand down to her pajamas bottom. His hand slowly crept inside, he smiled as he worked his way down over her mound, and her legs were slightly spread so he had access to her pussy. My mother let out another moan and you could see a look of pleasure on her face as her lips were now open in a little o. "She is sopping wet and she just has a landing strip of hair." He said rubbing her pussy. "Wow, I want to suck on her tits, while you rub her pussy." I said leaning down toward them. "Fuck, you are really getting hot over your mom." Matt said as he found her clit and was vigorously rubbing it. I ignored the comment and went to vigorously suck and squeeze her tits; I licked and nibbled her nipples. While I sucked one I squeezed the other, harder than I did when I first touched them. My mother was now moaning aloud in her sleep and her pussy was now bucking against Matt's hand. "Mmmm cumming, cumming." She moaned aloud followed my one long moan. "Shit we got her off, we better button her back up, besides I have to take care of this wicked boner I have." I told Matt as his hand reluctantly pulled out of her bottoms. We quickly buttoned her back up and left her to resume her peaceful sleep and we hurried back to my room. We wasted no time whipping our dicks out; we both came hard and fast, less than thirty seconds. Then we cleaned up and went to bed, Matt told me before we went to sleep that tomorrow would be even better. The next morning Matt told me he was going to be late coming home with me today, when he finally did arrive he showed me what he had. Inside a brown paper bag was a box of condoms, was he thinking we could actually climb on the bed and fuck my mother. "Matt do you honestly think we could get away with having sex with my mother?" I asked him. "You saw last night how out she was, I think we can get away with it, let me go first your mom is so hot I'm willing to take a chance." He said. "Alright I will let you try, but don't you think she will be able to tell she was fucked last night when she wakes up in the morning?" I asked him. "Well she might think she got fucked, that is why I got the condoms, and we won't leave any evidence behind." He replied. "Man you are crazy! I exclaimed. "Crazy for your mom's sexy body, I can't wait for bedtime." He laughed. My mother got home a couple hours later, she was tired from work, and she had a long meeting before she had to leave. She made herself a salad and asked if Matt and I could fend for ourselves. We left her to go get some burgers down at the burger stand in town and then we came back a couple hours later. When we got home mom had wet hair and she was lying on the couch in just her large wooly pink robe. She was relaxed watching a chick flick on cable when I came in and sat on dad's easy chair and Matt sat at the end of the couch making her curl her feet up to the second cushion so he could sit. "You boys should have dates on a Friday night like this, not hanging out with a tired old lady." She said when the movie went to commercial. "I got shot down on Thursday, I don't know about Matt." I said. "Did not even bother, when Matt said I could spend the weekend with him and his attractive mother, I jumped at the chance." Matt said obviously flirting with her. "Thank you Matthew that is very sweet of you to say." She said. "Well I think after this movie is over I'm going to hit the sack. I have plenty of work to do around here tomorrow and oh I made up a to do list, you guys should be able to get done rather quickly if you work together." "Thanks Mom." I replied. An hour later she got up to go to bed, she kissed Matt on the forehead and then she gave me one on the cheek. She left the two of alone downstairs to watch television; we waited a couple of hours and Matt left to go to the bathroom upstairs. No doubt he was going to check and see if she took a sleeping pill. When he did not come back down after a few minutes, I got up to see what the hell he was up too. I stopped into the bathroom and took her pill bottle out of the medicine cabinet to see if you she took one. It was one less than the night before so she did take one pill and went to bed. Now it was going on one in the morning and I could see my parent's bedroom door half open. I went down the hall to see Matt standing over my sleeping mother, he was naked, a condom on his hard cock. She was wearing a short silk night shirt tonight, he was playing with her tits, and I could see her hard nipples through the shirt. He slowly pulled the blanket down off of her to reveal her legs which he now slightly spread; mom did not have any panties on. Matt kept one hand on a tit, massaging it and used his other hand to manipulate her pussy. He was ready to climb on top of her and moved her legs further apart, I could now see he was right and saw that she only maintained a landing strip for pubic hair. He went down to the foot of the bed and climbed up between her legs, slowly edging him up to her waist. He positioned his cock to the entrance of her pussy; he used one hand to guide it in and one hand to try to keep his weight off of her. Inch by inch he plunged his six inch cock into my mother; I could hear him groan audibly at the pleasure. Mom also let out a long moan that you would hear from a woman having sex. Matt was now getting excited, he thrust in and out of my mother slowly at first trying not to wake her or cum to fast. But the more he did this the more excited he got, he soon started thrusting faster and faster. "Oh Donna, Donna, your pussy is so wet and tight." He grunted. "Mmm, Mmm, Mmmm, Mmmm." My mother moaned softly as she was sleeping and getting fucked by my best friend. Soon Matt was grunting hard and he moaned aloud, he was now emptying his load into his condom. He slowly finished cumming and then he climbed off of my mother, sweat glistened on his body as he walked towards me. "Whew, your mom is awesome." He said. "I know I made her cum once." "I guess I better take a shot at her." I said getting undressed. "You got your condom right?" He asked. "Yeah, it's in my pocket." I replied. I finished getting undressed and put the condom on my already hard cock; my cock is not as long as Matt's but it is thicker. I climbed onto the bed and crawled up her so my cock was now lined up to her pussy. Then I gave it a push and was in all the way in one try, she was very wet still and she groaned when she felt my cock. Matt was right she was very tight, even after the fucking he had just given her pussy; I felt it contract around my cock and pull it in. I too started out slowly pulling my cock out all the way and then pushing it back in. "Oh baby, don't tease me with, fuck me hard." She moaned softly in her sleep. "Give it to me Bill." She must have been dreaming of my dad, thinking he was there in bed with her; I pushed myself back into her and moved my body up on top of her. I pushed her shirt up enough to where I could suck on her nipples as I fucked her. I pounded my cock into her as hard as I could, my mother was grunting with each of my thrusts. "Oh yes Bill, oh yes, I'm cumming again, oh yes make me cum." She said. That was all I needed to hear, simultaneously my mother and I came together. I took my time trying to catch my breath as I slowly climbed off my mother. "That was great Bill, but honey I really need my sleep." She said pulling the blanket back around her. Matt came back in with a can of air freshener and he sprayed it around is small quick spurts. I understood what he was doing, he did not want my mother waking up and finding the bedroom smelling like sex. "Wow, you were right and she thought she was fucking my dad when I was going at it with her." I said. "You know what is cool; we still have Saturday to fuck her again." Matt said. "Do you think she will take a sleeping pill on the weekend, she might not need one?" I said to him. "Be an optimist, now I don't know about you but I'm going to get some sleep, goodnight motherfucker." He said. "Goodnight motherfucker." I replied laughing. The next morning we awoke to the smell of bacon and home fried potatoes being made in the kitchen. When went downstairs we found my mother as the stove making breakfast for us. She was dressed in what we called her house work clothes, a pair of loose fitting sweat pants and an old tee shirt of dads. "Good morning guys, I have pancakes, bacon, sausage and home fries for you guys so you can get this nice long list of chores done today." She said as we sat down. "Wow this looks great Donna." Matt said. "Yeah mom, those pills most be doing wonders for you, you have not had this much energy in a long time." I said. "I know last night was the most in credible night's sleep I had gotten in years." She said putting the last of the food down and sitting in front of her grapefruit. "Well I guess we better eat up, that is quite a list you have there mom." I said filling up my plate. "Don't worry if we work together we will be able to get it done in no time." Matt replied filling up his plate as well. We all ate breakfast together and talked about the items on the list, things like clean the garage and trim hedges. Mom wanted us out of the house; she was planning on scrubbing the floors today and shampooing the carpets. Matt and I went outside and got right to work on the garage, the thing that would take the longest. It took us nearly two hours to clean out the old junk and get the place good and cleaned up. Then Matt went to work on the hedges and I moaned the lawn, Matt finished the hedges before I finished the lawn so he went to work trimming the shrubs. The yard work was finally done, and then a big truck pulled into the driveway, my mother had us clean the garage for a reason. She got the firewood for the fireplace on sale this time of year so she had it delivered. The guy dumped it in the driveway and Matt and I had to put it in the garage neatly stacked so it would be there for next winter. When we finally came in we made sure we left our shoes in the foyer and came into the house. My mother was on her knees bent over wrapping the cord around her shampooer. A pink lace thong stuck out from her sweat pants making Matt and I giggle for a moment. "You boys finally finished, let me get this stuff put away and then the three of us need to shower, I will order pizza for dinner." She said. Sleeping Mom True to her word she came down from her shower only wearing her tight short silk robe. It was really warm out today and my father wanted to wait until the central air conditioning unit got serviced before we used it. She ordered the pizza and a salad for her, and then we sat in the living room watching movies. After watching a couple of movies and then we played a fun game of yahtzee, Mat and I grinned at each other at how much leg and how great the cleavage shots my mother was giving us. We both were hard and were waiting for her to tell us she was ready for bed. "Well guys, this was fun, but I have to get off to bed." Mom said around eleven thirty. "Good night Mom." I said. "Good night Donna." Matt replied. After my mother went upstairs the two of us watched some sport highlights to kill the next hour or so. It was twelve thirty when the two of us went up to my room and got naked, we each had raging boners and were ready for one last night with my mother before dad gets home from his trip. We slipped on condoms on and we were heading down the hall and opened my mother's bedroom door. "I really would love to eat her pussy." I said to Matt. Mom was lying on her back naked, she must be sleeping this way because it was unseasonably warm tonight. I crawled up between her slightly parted legs and exposed her beautiful pussy to me. I pushed the lips apart and ran my finger up the slit feeling some light amount of moisture. My mother let out a soft sigh and then I ran my tongue up her pussy until it rested on the nub of her clit. Her pussy tasted well, a nice deep musky taste, my tongue flicked over the clit rapidly, my mother arched up towards my mouth. Matt got the idea to take his condom off and was now rubbing his dick head over her lips, they parted and little and Matt pushed it in a little. My mother was now getting her pussy serviced by her son, while she gave her son's best friend a blow job in her sleep. Suddenly I felt my mother's body go tense and flood of pussy juice glazed my chin, then I heard make a spitting sound. "What the hell, oh god what are you two doing?" She asked pushing Matt's cock from her mouth as she tried to get up. "Hold her down, keep eating her out." Matt said. My mother tried to push him away with her hands and he grabbed them and held them down. He then pushed his cock past her lips and tried to hump her mouth forcibly, I went back to licking her pussy feverishly holding onto her bucking hips. I concentrated on her clit. After a few minutes of assaulting her clit, my mother stopped fighting; she was now grinding her pussy eagerly against my mouth. She was no longer fighting Matt either; his cock was now sliding in and out of her willing mouth. He had let of her hands; she now had one hand on his cock jerking it as she sucked it and the other behind him on his ass. "Oh fuck Donna; you sure know how to suck a guy's cock." Matt said as he continued to fuck her mouth. My mother was now moaning harder and sucking more rapidly on Matt, she was cumming again. I waited for her second orgasm to subside and got up on my knees; I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and slid it in. I was now fucking my mother while she was still sucking my best friend. This was so hot after a couple of minutes Matt was shooting load after load of his cum down her throat and I was filling my condom. We both slowly pulled out of her orifices and were waiting to see what she had to say, we were expecting the worse as my beautiful mother laid there trying to catch her breath. She wiped her chin and sat up in her bed staring at the two of us as we stood naked before her bed with our deflated young cocks in front of us. "What got into you boys that you decided to come in here and take advantage of a sleeping woman?" She asked softly. "I'm sorry Donna, it's my fault, when I saw the heavy prescription sleeping pills and your husband out of town I convinced Jimmy that we would be able to have sex with you while you were sleeping and no one would be none the wiser. I'm sorry; I've had a major crush on you for years I just had to take a chance." He said not looking at her, but down at the floor. "So how many time have you guy fucked me?" She asked. "The first night we just felt you up, then we each went once and then I went again tonight." Jimmy said not wanting to look at her either. "So was I worth it?" She asked. "Yes." We both said in unison. "Well I suggest you go to your room, we will talk about this in the morning." She said ushering us out and locking her door behind us. We did not say anything to each other as we went to sleep, around five in the morning I woke up to go take a piss. Matt was not in my room gone I got up, I went to the bathroom unloading my bladder and I saw my mother's room was open when I came out. I went down the hallway and found the room was empty. I went back down to my room and put my robe on then I went downstairs, I went down slowly and quiet. Matt and she were in the kitchen talking about something, I wanted to know what they were saying so I stood just out of sight but close enough to hear. "Matt I'm very flattered that you find me so attractive, it really makes me feel good and sexy. I won't say anything about what you and Jimmy did, as a matter of fact if you can keep quiet maybe the three of us can do more." She explained to him. "More." Matt said. "Yes more." With that my mother got up and peeled off her short robe to reveal she was naked, she stood in front of Matt and she reached down for some butter. She smeared the butter all over her breasts and then she dropped to her knees. Matt slid his shorts down that he was wearing to reveal his already hard cock. My mother wrapped her large firm breasts around his cock and slid them up and down on his cock. Matt groaned aloud at the sensation, my mother was pinching her own nipples and flicking his cock head with her tongue as she continued to tit fuck him. "Oh god Donna this feels so good, but I really would like to fuck you again." He said to her. "I thought you would never ask." She said. "Don't worry about the condoms, I still take the pill." Matt stood up and he helped my mother up as well, this stood kissing for a minute or two and then he turned her around feeling her firm tits. He then bent her over the kitchen table enough for him to enter her from behind. Matt kept one hand on her tit and one on her nice round ass as he slammed into her. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh." He grunted over and over. "Oh yeah, oh yes fuck me Matt, fuck me hard baby." She moaned. "Oh yes, oh yes oh make me cum." Matt continued to fuck her and he now had both hands on her tits, he was playing with her nipples, gently pulling on them. My mother announced her first orgasm and was now reaching under herself to play with her clit while she fucked her. "Oh yeah Matt baby fuck me, oh yes I'm so wet for you fuck me and we will cum together." She grunted. Matt slammed into her harder and soon the two of the announced they were cumming in unison. Matt emptied his load into my mother's pussy; I stood jerking off out in the other room watching the whole thing. They stood kissing and talking, my mother told him he ought to go home and they would have to get together again sometime. I quickly headed back up to my room and went back into my bed pretending to be asleep. Matt came in got his bag and then he headed home without a word. After about a half an hour my mother came upstairs and came into my room, she pulled my blanket back to find my naked. She took my semi erect cock into her hand and leaned down to suck it into her mouth. Matt was right my mother does give good head; she continued to blow me until I was completely hard and I looked down at her. "I see my little sleepyhead wants mommy again before daddy comes home." She said as she stopped sucking me and climbed on top of me. She eased her pussy down on my hard cock and it felt hot, wet and sticky as she did, she slowly ground her hips up and down. I reached up playing with her big tits and then pulling her down to kiss her passionately. This was different then what her Matt did in the kitchen, we were making love. My mother broke the kiss and put her hands on my shoulders, she slowly rode up and down on my cock softly moaning as she did. I ran my hands all over her body, exploring it as we made love, feeling how hot her skin felt to my touch. I waited for her to have an orgasm and then I rolled her off and climbed on top of her, I pushed myself into her and she wrapped her legs around me as far as she could get them up my back. I slowly fucked my cock in and out of her; her tongue entered my mouth and was passionately kissing. For some reason I looked at my digital alarm clock and it read six thirty four a.m., around quarter after seven I was unloading load after load of my cum into my mother. We stayed in my bed sleeping and then making love until one in the afternoon, my mother finally became the responsible one and got up to shower and then go get my father. She sprayed air freshener around the house to try to cover the smell of sex; dad had a good trip and never knew what transpired between his wife, his son and his son's friend. We continued having sex with my mother for several years after high school and through college. Both Matt and I have grateful wives who now benefit from all the experience my mother was able to give us over those years. Sleeping Mom Foot Sniff & Worship This is the story of the first time I worshiped my mother's feet. My mother is 44 years old, but looks much younger than that. She's quite thin, but has quite a big butt. She is white, but slightly tanned. I'd be lying if I said I never fantasised about her sexually. Part of that might come from the fact that while raising me (my parents are divorced) she always kept a modern and open point of view on things. For example, my mom didn't necessarily walk around the house naked, but she didn't hide her body while getting out of the shower or while getting ready to sleep, so I've seen her naked plenty of times. It all started when I stumbled upon literotica, and found a post about a teen who smelled his sleeping mothers feet. The idea of worshipping my mom's feet was in my head since then, but it would quickly fade away after I masturbated. Well, yesterday my mom's friend from France came to stay at our house, and during this time I wasn't supposed to be home, but my school holidays popped up just then, so my mom let the guest stay at her room and she came to mine. I was supposed to sleep on my bed and my mom on my couch which transforms into a 2 person sized bed. So yesterday, when her friend came they started chatting and drinking wine. I was playing video games in the TV room. They talked and drank until ~2:00 AM, and I kept on playing. Before I knew, it was 5:20 AM, so I decided it's time for me to sleep. I went to my room and saw my mom passed out on the couch. She had a blanket on but her foot was sticking out. I remembered the post I read a while back. That happens quite often, but suddenly I got the idea to actually try it. I patted her on the leg and whispered "Mom" a few times, but she slept like a rock. I freaked out a bit and left the room and went downstairs to search for some more stories on google as to how the other guys did it, but didn't find anything useful. Then I searched for how to find out if a person is a heavy sleeper. Turns out, if a person breaths very loud and deep while sleeping, he's a deep sleeper. I came back to my room and found that my mom mustered while sleeping and her foot was no longer exposed. The room was completely dark so I stood there for approx. 5 minutes thinking what to do. I grabbed part of my phones charger and hid it in my hand so just in case I'd have an excuse for being next to her. I kneeled down towards my moms feet, which were covered by a blanket. I slowly started to move the blanket, but it was wrapped around her foot tightly. The heel became exposed. I did everything very slowly, until the whole foot was exposes. I was breathing fast and my heart started racing. The adrenaline was rushing through me. I put my face close to her foot and inhaled. At that moment I felt like cumming already. The scent was very light, because my mom takes very good care of her feet. The scent is also different from a man's. She was laying on the side, so her sole was facing up. I then buried my face into her foot. My chin was against her sole and my nose against her toes. I inhaled again. At that moment It felt like my body took control over my mind and I started lightly rubbing my face against her sole. That was the best feeling in my entire life. I slightly licked her sole and wanted to put my mouth around her toes, but that was a bit complicated. I touched my cock and for the first time in my life I saw so much pre cum on my cock. I moved in close to her toes, and just as I wanted to try and suck them my cat jumped on and I got scared. I leaned back made a sound. My mom woke up a bit, so I started tapping her so it would seem like I woke her up intentionally. She didn't catch me and believed I was looking for the charger. I later masturbated and shot the biggest load in my entire life. While it was the best feeling in my life, as soon as I get horny I feel like it wasn't enough. She will be hosting her company's party at our house in three days. If all goes well, i'll use my knowledge gained as to how to approach her feet and try sucking them and cumming on them. If this post gets any interest, I'll make sure to take some photos. Sleeping on the Terrace It was sunny out and Jason had just finished stacking all the boxes the movers dumped in the middle of his new apartment. He was bushed. "How can it be this hot and not melt glass?" He thought wiping his brow and realizing that August can be brutal in Virginia. He looked at the thermometer on the wall outside the terrace door. It was already well beyond ninety and the day was far from over. He picked up the phone and dialed the building manager. "Hello, any word yet on when the AC guy is going to show up and fix my unit? Okay, I see. Can you call them again and nudge them my way? Thanks." "At least the terrace isn't on the sunny side of the building," he thought. "I need something to drink," he muttered as he walked towards the refrigerator in his small kitchen. With a cool glass of iced tea in hand Jason headed for the terrace to rest. "The terrace wasn't much to write home about," Jason thought, as he looked through the screen door that led to his side of the terrace. It wasn't very deep, perhaps eight feet or so, and it ran the full length of the building. But it was covered. "That was a plus," he thought when he signed the lease. The cover provided a modest amount of protection from the sun and rain. There was a short wall that bisected the area in half so that the two apartments on this side of the third floor shared equal parts of the terrace. "Fences make good neighbors," Jason mused idly. He was hoping to catch a breeze while waiting for the repairman. He sat down on a wicker chaise lounger and within minutes, in spite of the heat, he began to doze off. A few minutes later he heard the neighbor's terrace screen door slide open. Jason decided to keep his eyes shut and play 'possum'. "Maybe if I pretend to be asleep they won't notice me," he thought. Standing next to the low wall that separated the two areas on the common terrace, a beautiful young woman looked across at Jason sleeping on the chaise. The gentle breeze that drifted across the terrace played with the curls of her auburn hair as she stood there watching Jason sleeping. Then, as if caught by a sudden idea, she quickly dashed back inside her apartment. Jason relaxed again with a sigh and settled further into the cushions. "Apparently playing 'possum' worked," he thought. Unfortunately, his reward for 'faking it' was short lived because Jason heard his neighbor's screen door slide open again. A moment or two later the neighbor returned and, to Jason's surprise, they stepped over the low fence that divided the terrace and walked up to him lying on the chaise. Jason barely opened his eyes and peeked through narrow slits. He saw a very pretty woman kneeling down at his feet with a bottle of red nail polish. "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound," he thought impishly. "Besides, why spoil her fun." She sat down cross-legged at his feet, opened a bottle of red nail polish, and began to paint his toenails. She glanced up several times to make sure he was still asleep. When he didn't flinch she seemed satisfied that she hadn't disturbed him and she resumed her prank. Jason slowly opened his eyes again and watched his neighbor carefully paint his toenails red. "Hmm, very pretty," he thought admiring what he could see through his nearly closed eyes. He tried to keep as still as possible even when she inadvertently tickled him. Once done, she picked up a pair of white sandals with four-inch heels and slowly slipped the shoes on his feet. A few minutes later, Jason opened his eyes and glanced down to see his neighbor sitting cross-legged near his feet and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He looked down at his feet and then to her. He grinned awkwardly and admired her work. "Nice color," he mused as he raised his foot up to inspect his toes. "Nice shoes, too. I'm surprised that you had a pair that fit," he said sitting his feet on the terrace floor and starting to stand up. He walked casually to the terrace door that led into his apartment. He turned to see her still sitting on the floor with a look of shock on her face. "What? I bet you expected me to stumble or fall didn't you?" His mouth curled into an impish grin then he turned and walked inside. Totally surprised, she got up and followed him to the doorway. "Hey!" she said. "Want something cool to drink," he asked? "I think the afternoon sun is still warming up the place. Or perhaps it's just the nail polish?" "You've worn heels before, haven't you?" she asked. "Once or twice, but never in front of anyone else. You're the first. You can have water, iced tea, or a soda? You pick." "Iced tea please," she replied, leaning against the doorframe. "You move well in them. They look very cute on you." "Thank you." Jason filled up two glasses and walked back to sit by the couch in front of the television. "Join me," he said, gesturing to her to sit on the couch as he sat on a chair nearby. She took the glass he offered and sat tentatively on the couch sipping her tea. Jason glanced at her and he could see that curiosity was getting the best of her. "Are you into cross-dressing?" she asked finally. "You see that's what bugs me about the whole social construct. Women can wear pants and shirts and ties and it's not cross-dressing, it's considered cute or sexy. Men can't wear dresses or panties or high heels because it considered feminine and perverted. Therefore it's negatively referred to as cross-dressing, transvestitism, or what have you." "Nice rant but you didn't answer my question." "I know. I can't find an answer that suits me." He set his feet on the coffee table and crossed his ankles. Then he admired the sandals on his feet. "These shoes do look nice don't they?" She shook her head and chuckled. "You are unique," she quipped with a wry smile. "Not really. Just open-minded and unwilling to adhere to an antiquated concept of how men and women should or can behave." He paused a moment and looked at her with a big smile. "My god what incredibly blue eyes," he thought mesmerized by their beauty. "Hi, I'm Jason," he said moving to stand up and offer his hand. "I just moved in this morning. Apparently we share a terrace, well sort of share." "Hmm," Rachel thought as she stood to take his hand. "I'm Rachel, I'm glad to meet you," she replied. In those four-inch heels he stood several inches above her slender five-foot ten-inch frame. She stood there barefoot and grinned back at him as he sat back down and began to channel surf on the television across the room. Her mouth twisted into an impish smirk as she sat down cross-legged on the couch and studied him over the rim of her glass of iced tea. He was busy flipping through channels on the television while the sound was muted. He actually wasn't that much taller than she was, and his sandy brown hair had a bit of a curl and an unkempt look about it which she admired. He had a nice face, a warm and inviting smile, and his eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief. His handshake was firm and warm. She liked that. It was a good sign. The fact that he could not only enjoy her prank but walk comfortably in four-inch heels didn't go unnoticed either. She smiled wistfully. "Perhaps my luck was improving...finally," she thought with a wry smile. "What do you do when you're not walking around in my sandals or sleeping on the terrace?" she asked coyly. Jason turned away from the television and glanced back at Rachel. "I'd like to say that I'm a writer but that hasn't worked out so well lately. In reality I'm starting work next week teaching English at the community college." "What do you write about?" she asked. "Mostly pulp fiction stuff...nothing ground breaking." "Have I read any of your stories?" she asked knowing her collection wasn't extensive but it was growing. "Probably not, unless you go for romance or erotica," he replied. "Hmmm, I do actually, they're some of my favorites. Do you have a pen name or should I just search under the name Jason?" "I do, but I'm not ready to share that just yet." "Feeling a little vulnerable are we?" she asked with a devilish grin. "A little. A writer reveals a lot about who they are by what they write and the way they write it," he replied with a wry grin. "Perhaps I'll share some of my work with you sometime." "I'd like that," she replied, her blue eyes sparkled mischievously. "And what do you do when you're not painting the toenails of unsuspecting neighbors?" he asked grinning. "I. T." "You do 'it'? "Seems like an odd job, 'it'." "Ha, ha, very funny. I.T. Information Technology, I work for a law group downtown keeping the nimrods from crashing their database among other things." "So I can come to you when my computer goes on the fritz?" "For a price," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Like dinner." "That's an excellent idea. How about I bank some credits and we have dinner out this Saturday? I'd ask you earlier but I still have to sort out all this stuff," he said waving towards the stack of boxes on the far wall. "Need an extra pair of hands? I'd be happy to help." "No, but thanks for the offer," he replied cheerfully. "I didn't do a very good job of labeling so it's really only a puzzle I can decipher." She smiled and nodded. Jason put his feet on the floor and unbuckled her sandals. He stood up and handed them to her with a broad grin. "Thanks." "Well then," she replied with a winsome smile while taking her sandals. "I'll guess I'll see you Saturday night." She walked out the terrace door with her drink in hand fully intending to use it as an excuse to see him again later if the opportunity presented itself. "Suddenly my fortunes are beginning to brighten," she thought whimsically. "Great!" he replied. He stood there watching her disappear around the corner. Then he glanced down at his naked red toes and smiled. The following morning came too early for Jason as he walked out of his apartment, turned, and locked his door. He had a nine o'clock meeting and he was already running late. At the same moment he noticed his neighbor, whom he thought he met the day before as a beautiful woman, step out of the apartment next door. Only now his neighbor was dressed in pants, a shirt and tie, a ball cap, and a nice jacket. He looked very much like a young man casually heading off to work. It could have been her brother were it not for the eyes. They had the same blue intensity that he remembered finding himself lost in yesterday afternoon. Plus the touch of mascara around the corners helped convince him that he was looking at the same person. Jason nodded in his neighbor's direction and smiled. "Good morning." "Good morning," she replied, slight blushing. Her eyes darted around the hallway and looked a little panicky. "Could you tell Rachel that I'd like to pick her up around six on Saturday. Do you think that will be okay with her?" She seemed to relax a moment and then she nodded. "I'm sure it will be fine," she replied with a warm smile. "Great. Thanks." That afternoon he returned from his last class and opened his front door to find Rachel standing in the terrace doorway holding two cartons of Chinese carryout. "Hi," she said coquettishly. "Dinner's ready." Jason smiled and shook his head. Then with a gesture he ushered her towards his kitchen. "Umm, Kung-Pao Chicken," he said opening up one of the cartons, "my favorite!" "My lucky guess paid off," she said with a chuckle. They pulled out plates and flatware and Jason got two beers out of his refrigerator. "Let's take this to the terrace," he said leading the way to the terrace door. A few minutes later, with clean plates piled on a table that sat between the chairs on the terrace, Jason leaned back in his chair and slowly finished his beer. "So," she said as nonchalantly as possible, "where were you before you moved here?" "Cleveland." "Cleveland? I've never met anyone from Cleveland before," she replied rather energetically. "Well, I'm not really from Cleveland, that's just where I was last," he replied with a sigh. "My family was military and we moved around a lot. So I guess you could say I'm from the Earth. I suppose that would be more accurate. My dad and mom were both career military and that meant we spent most of our lives living out of a suitcase." "So how come you didn't follow in their footsteps?" she asked cautiously. "They would have liked that a lot but the military life is not for me. I told them so one day when they were pressuring me to enlist and my dad went all 'The Great Santini' on my ass. I walked out on them and lived with my grandmother for a couple of months before college started." "I stayed in school longer than I expected and fell in love with writing," he continued after a pull on his beer. "I knocked around a bit, tried to sell my stories and eventually I ended up teaching high school English in Cleveland." "Why did you leave?" she asked. "Bored, and tired of stupid public school administrators who have their heads shoved so far up politician's asses that they haven't seen daylight in years. School systems that cater to the lowest common denominator, students who...." "Okay, okay, I get it," she said interrupting. "But you're still teaching in public school, albeit it's college instead of high school." "True," he replied. "I heard someone call it 'thirteenth grade' the other day and the description wasn't that far off for some of them. But there are a few brighter bulbs among the dim ones so that helps." Jason took another pull on his beer and glanced over at Rachel. "So what about you?" he asked with a wry grin. "Where are you from?" "Here," she said with a shrug. "I've lived her all my life. I've never been anywhere else." "What? How about vacations? Didn't your family go anywhere on a trip or something?" he asked leaning over on one arm. "Nope, my dad managed a convenience store before he retired," she said with another shrug. "We never went much anywhere. Wait, that's wrong, when I was in ninth grade my parents took me to Washington, D.C. I did really great on a government test so as a reward they took me and my sister up to see the capitol building for the weekend." She sat back a moment and reflected on that trip with a simple smile on her face. "Have you ever been on a airplane?" he asked. "Nope, someday I will." Jason paused a moment. Rachel glanced over and could see from the expression on his face that he was cooking up something. "Okay, here's the deal," he started with a gleam in his eye. "In three weeks I've got fall break at the college and we, you and I, are going to the Bahamas." "What?" "You heard me, I'm going to book us a flight and hotel package tonight, it's off season down there now so it's the perfect time to go. I'll get two rooms adjoining but that won't matter because we'll spend most of the time on the beach anyway." "Jason!" "What? Don't you want to go?" "Of course I want to go, but Jason," she replied looking a bit shocked, "I hardly know you. I mean we just met yesterday for god's sake." "It's not like we're sleeping together or anything. We'll have separate rooms. We're just two friends spending a couple of days in the Bahamas enjoying the beach. Or would you rather we could drive somewhere and go to a museum or something. I just thought it would be great to fly somewhere close and they have these great weekend packages to the Bahamas..." "Okay, I understand," she said interrupting. "It was just so sudden it took me by surprise." She paused a moment and looked at Jason's eager face. "Why do I want to do this so badly?" she wondered. "He just makes me feel so happy to be with him." "So do you want to go with me to the Bahamas or would you prefer a museum or something?" he asked cautiously. "The Bahamas," she whispered blushing a deep crimson. "Cool," he replied with a broad grin. "I'll get my laptop and we can book it together, right now." They spent the rest of the evening haggling over room and airfare prices, but in the end they found a quaint little hotel off the beaten path that the website claimed had exceptional views and a short walk to the beach. The next morning Jason walked out of his front door and turned to lock it as Rachel, dressed in pants and a jacket again, walked out into the hallway. He turned and extended his hand. "Hi, we haven't formally met but I've spoken to your roommate a couple of times," Jason said with a huge grin. "Hi, I'm Ray," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "It's nice to meet you Ray, I'm Jason," he replied. "Have a good day at work." "Thanks, the same to you," she said as she locked her apartment door and started down the stairs. Jason had a late afternoon class that day so when he finally returned home he found an ice tea glass sitting on his kitchen counter with a small note beneath it. 'Hi, there was a network crash at work this afternoon so I need to go back to fix it before they wet their pants. Here's the glass I borrowed, see you Saturday night.' The rest of the week whisked by in a flash and Jason soon found himself standing outside of Rachel's door pressing the doorbell. She opened the door a moment later and smiled broadly. She stood there in a stunning sapphire blue dress that hugged her curves nicely. It was cut just above her knees and revealed enough cleavage to make him want to dwell there more than he should. "I'll be just a minute," she said walking briskly back into her apartment in hose. "I just have to find a decent pair of shoes." "You could try that pair of white sandals," he said with a smirk. "I'm told they go with just about anything." Rachel leaned back around the corner and raised an eyebrow. "I think I will." She scrunched her nose and smiled. Several minutes later they walked out of the front door of the apartment building towards the parking lot. "Would you like to drive or would you like me to?" he asked casually. "I don't have a car so I guess it's up to you," she replied smiling coyly. "Really? How do you get to work?" he asked. "I take the bus. It's a direct route and thirty minutes later I'm dropped off nearly at the office front door," she replied. "Sometimes getting home can be a pain but most of the times it works out okay." Jason opened the passenger door for her and she slid into the seat. He walked around his car and got in behind the wheel. "Where are we going?" she asked with a curious smile. "Not far," he replied. "Do you like Indian food?" "I've never had it, is it good?" "My dear, you are in for a treat." Twenty minutes later they walked into the Taj Mahal, a local restaurant that specialized in southern Indian cuisine. "The smells are so intoxicating," she murmured softly as they followed the waiter to their table, glancing around as she walked. "It so exotic in here." "I can't believe that you've never been in an Indian restaurant," he said as they both sat down in one of the booths. "That's me, I'm an Indian food virgin. So what should I order?" she asked looking at the menu. "I have no idea what I'm looking at." "Don't worry, we'll get the sample platter for two. It's the best way to discover everything. Sometimes the stuff can be terribly hot but I'll steer you clear of those items if you're palate isn't used to spicy hot foods. After they ordered dinner and the waiter left their table, Rachel looked up and smiled at Jason. "Thank you for not making a fuss the other morning in the hallway," she said demurely. "Why would you expect me to do something like that," he asked?