3 comments/ 171403 views/ 47 favorites A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 01 By: Solrac "Chris... CHRIS!" Karen tightened her lips and went up the steps hurrying to Chris' room. Chris rolled over and eyed the LED on his clock moaning at the time. He stretched and pushed himself out of bed. With the virtually permanent erection of a teenager bouncing and leading the way he dashed for the bathroom. Chris Micheals had developed slowly, was even held back and started school a year later. Now as a senior and having just turned eighteen, his body was just beginning to catch up to his age. His life was suddenly full of the typical teenage adventures, problems and hormones that should have passed years earlier. His mind was pretty much consumed with one thought. As he turned at the corner of his door he ran headlong into his Mother, grabbing her to keep them from falling. His erection was almost painfully and certainly conspicuously thrust between them. "Dammit Chris!" Karen yelled.... Chris held her as they struggled to keep their balance. "Jeez, sorry, mom, I was just trying to hurry, I know, I'm late." He braced himself for her angry reply. "Chris, I've been yelling for you to get up for fifteen minutes. And watch where you're going with that thing," Karen snapped as she glanced down at the front of his pajama bottoms. She immediately blushed realizing what she had said and was further embarrassed by looking down at the tented front of his pajamas. Quickly looking back up she seen the startled look on his face. Karen threw her hands up stepping back, "I'm sorry Chris, I'm sorry. I've just had a lot of things on my mind and we're both running late. Next time just... just be more careful and watch where your going. If you would get up on time you wouldn't be in such a rush." She turned away but Chris saw her cheeks were flushed with anger or embarrassment, or both. The acute sexual nature of the contact wasn't lost to either of them. "Ok mom, next time I'll watch where I'm... going." he retorted. "With this thing," he added to his thoughts. He had been startled at her anger but even more so at his nervy reply. "Now why in the hell had he opened his big mouth and said something so stupid. He was only going to make it worse." Karen didn't respond, she only looked back at him out of the corner of her eye. They got through breakfast with quick goodbyes and Chris hurried out the door to school. Karen Micheals was a Realtor with a large commercial property firm. At thirty-nine Karen was still very good looking and considered quite a successful woman. Commercial property was male dominated and it was a struggle to find acceptance and succeed. She had to go in early today and was already dressed in her typical business attire, tight dark blue skirt about three inches above the knees and white pearl buttoned blouse, two buttons open, a hint of cleavage. She learned quickly that the aura of sex sold and she used it, sparingly but wisely, and never socialized. The week was going to be a crazy one but it was going to be doing what she really enjoyed, negotiating commercial property contracts. Karen quickly finished cleaning up from breakfast. She paused and laughed at herself. The not so subtle impression of Chris against her, well it had been quite awhile since she had felt something quite like that. She could still feel it. Karen wistfully remembered dancing with her husband, the outline of him pressed tightly against her in much the same fashion. Her ex-husband, Thomas, was a lawyer and spent too much time on his practice. Karen wondered if that had been an excuse for her to spend more time driving herself up the corporate ladder. They just seemed to pass in the night and that hadn't been often enough to save their marriage. It wasn't always like that. There were times she ached for those intimate moments that they had. Like those little moments when she could feel the hard length of him pressed tightly against her, knowing he wanted her, that she could make him desire her. Sighing to herself she considered, "Oh well, there was always her big pillow. But it still didn't take the place of," and her face flushed warm again as she remembered Chris against her. She chided herself for the thought, scolded herself for her sharp words remembering his brusque reply. "Well, he'll get over it." Grabbing her briefcase she rushed out to work. Chris had never considered his mom in a sexual manner. Well, he remembered thinking it was pretty cool checking out her panties and bra in the clothes hamper once or twice. Although he had never really thought sexually about her before, nor other girls for that matter, Pandora's box had been opened and now his interest was piqued. At the end of the day, while walking home, he was unable to remember a single thing that had occurred. The whole day at school was a total blank, but he could vividly remember the feeling of his erection pressed tightly against his mom this morning. Walking into the house he didn't expect his mom for a couple hours. They rarely ate before six and then often ate carryout as her work left little time for cooking. He threw his books on the bed and thought about what to do. Chris slipped into his Mom's room and looked around. Moving to her dresser, he slid open the top right drawer. His fingers slipped over the smooth nylon and cotton material of her panties. Holding a pair up Chris tried to picture his mom wearing them. "Damn," he mumbled, eyes closed as his imagination pictured her in the next logical and provocative picture. Chris carefully laid the panties back in the drawer and closed it. He started to turn away, then opened several others. In the top left her toy lay in back behind her hose and socks. He stared agape at the smooth life like latex. Holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing where it had been, the image of his mom with it burned into his mind. He carefully laid it back in the drawer and picked up a little bottle of lubricant. It had been opened so he knew she had used it. Closing the drawer, pausing, he reopened it to remember exactly how everything lay. Heart pounding, he went back to his room, quickly undressed and went to his favorite place, the shower, to relieve the tremendous erection he now had. Karen came home with some supper and they sat quietly eating. She asked about school and his plans for the summer. Chris watched her, his glances no longer the innocent ones of the days before. He had never really noticed the smooth curve of her hips or the softness of her thighs as her skirt rode higher when she sat at the table. Never noticed the bounce or shake of her ass as she walked across the room or stood at the sink washing dishes. As she stretched and her breasts pressed tightly against her blouse he stared wishing he could see the outline of her nipple. Later after their evening baths he could barely keep his eyes from the impressions her breasts were making through the robe and blatantly gazed as it fell open for a moment and her nipples were clearly outlined through her old nightshirt. That night he did something he would have never dreamed of. With his eyes closed and his hand moving smoothly over his hard aching cock, he thought of his Mom, of the feel of his cock against her that morning. As he came in almost painful spurts, her image raced through his mind... The next morning they passed in the hall as she walked to her room still in her night clothes and robe. He made an exaggerated move aside giving her room. Chris tortured himself with thoughts of the previous morning. He knew she only slept in a "T" and panties or a teddy and that would be all she had on under her robe. Chris sat at the kitchen table and watched Karen wash the plates and cups. Her skirt would lightly fold and crease over smooth rounded hips as she moved. A silent vow was taken that somehow he would find a way to do it again. Karen had noticed that Chris was unusually quiet this morning. The reason suddenly came to her. She remembered the hallway passing the day before and then this morning. Sitting down across from him and looking over her coffee she asked with a tiny smirk, "Well, I see you're on time this morning? I didn't have to come wake you." He blushed, mumbling, "Uh... yeah Mom, I guess not." Then seeing the look on her face and realizing she was kidding with him, looked her deliberately in the eye and added, "Tomorrow, maybe you'll have to come wake me tomorrow." It was Karen's turn to blush as she looked away. "Good God, Karen, what kind of a thought is that. You're feeling neglected because your own son didn't press his dick against your tummy again?" She shook off such an image, got up and grabbed her briefcase and purse. "Chris honey, it's another early day for me. Could you... please..." as her hand paused over the table. "Yeah, sure mom, I'll clean the table off before I leave." "You're an angel." she said as she kissed him on the cheek and quickly rushed out of the house. It had been a frantic day at work for Karen and she was tired. Her head was pounding and she bathed and threw on her nightshirt and panties. It was still early as she walked into the living room where Chris was watching TV. "Chris, my head is killing me and I'm going on to bed. Don't stay up too late, you have school tomorrow." She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead telling him good night. She went to the bathroom and took a couple pain/PM capsules and went on to bed hoping for a sound sleep. Chris was still holding his breath. His cock was achingly hard. His mom had just carelessly walked in with her old thin nightshirt and panties and no robe. As she bent down to kiss him goodnight he even got a glimpse of pink nipples. He would never have looked or even given it a second thought before, but now slipped up to the bathroom for his shower. Once more he repeated the act of the previous night, but this time there was no confusion as his hand pounded back and forth over his hard cock and he groaned a whisper as huge spurts of cum mixed with the deluge of water... "Mom, mom, oh God mom..." Wednesday morning Chris was out of bed at the first sound of his alarm. Struggling to keep his morning erection in his pajama bottoms, he heard his mom in the bathroom and looked down the hall. The bathroom door was open. Looking around Chris grabbed some dirty clothes and headed for the bathroom. Karen was at the sink brushing her teeth. "Hey, got some clothes for the chute." Chris mumbled as he turned and slid by his mom. As he slipped between her and the bath closet his erection slid across the soft rounded cheeks of her derriere. He pushed the clothes in the chute and again passed, slowing as the hardness again brushed stiffly across each cheek hidden beneath her robe. Karen gasped at the blatant contact. Her voice failed her and she could only stand unmoving, staring into the mirror as he turned down the hall from what was an obviously overt sexual touch. The hard impression against her cheeks burned into her even as he disappeared into his room. Karen stepped into the hall to yell for him. Her lips opened for the strong rebuke she was about to deliver then recalled what she had previously said and his flippant reply. "Her own fault," she thought, "Maybe I provoked it. Just let it go Karen, let it go." She finished her morning ritual and as Chris walked by to go downstairs Karen was only able to bitingly reply, "You have anything else for the laundry today Chris?" "Nah mom, I think I got everything." "Yes, well, I certainly hope so." Karen was stunned by her comment, even with her dripping sarcasm. She had no idea why she had said anything that gave any acknowledgment to his actions. Why hadn't she just slapped him? Chris couldn't believe she wasn't beating him or screaming for what he had done and had even implied that she was aware it wasn't an accident. There was a cold silence at the breakfast table. Neither spoke and Chris quickly left for school. School was a worse drag than the day before. He was pretty much a jerk to everyone figuring he was due to really be in some trouble for this morning. He still smiled to himself, knowing he got even for her teasing and now whatever she did about it, it had been worth it. The evening was quiet, dinner carryout, and Chris went to his room to watch TV. Karen straightened the house and worked on some contracts, relieved that her son had gone to bed early. The tension was such that you could cut it. Chris rolled over and turned off the alarm. He lay there a moment and then pushed himself out of bed. With his pajama bottoms bouncing he rounded the doorway to the hall. They both stopped suddenly, both startled and staring open mouthed. Karen stood in her T-shirt and panties. The impressions of her nipples were clear against the thin fabric of her old bed shirt. She crossed her arms not immediately realizing they pulled the hem of her shirt above her panties. Her heart skipped as she seen Chris' lust filled stare move to her hips yet it was her own eyes that offended her as for a second, no more, she openly looked at how far Chris' pajamas extended out in front of him. "Chris, I'll run down and use the downstairs bath. You go ahead and use this one." Karen turned and ran down the stairs. Chris stood a moment in the hall, remembering the curve of his mom's panties as they slightly mounded out and narrowing, disappeared between her thighs. He stepped into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Karen heard her son come down the stairs and she quickly ran up to finish dressing. As she stood in the bathroom she could... she sniffed, her nose wrinkling and eyebrows furrowing, sex, she could smell the musky hint of sex. "Oh my God," she thought. "He masturbated just now." Her hand flew to her lips, "Oh my God, he... he did it... he was thinking of me." She sat on the edge of the tub. "Why, why wouldn't he. God the way I looked at his... say it Karen, just admit it," she thought as she looked up at the ceiling. "The way I stared at his... cock, like some sex crazed school girl." Breakfast was quick, quiet. After Chris left for school, Karen had about thirty minutes until she had to leave for work. She moved as though in a fog having a difficult time accepting the fact that her own son had first made what may have been a sexual advance to her, and then this morning masturbating after seeing her in her panties. Even more troubling was why she hadn't immediately slapped him or grounded him over all of this. "Shit," she thought. "He's too old to ground and too damn big to slap." Karen knew that the first time on Monday in the hall had been an accident and she had overreacted and then taunted him to cover up her embarrassment and to lighten the mood. But there was no mistaking the episode Wednesday for anything but what it was. It was no accident. And now today, this. This morning left her completely unnerved. She sat with her coffee her face flushed with embarrassment as she felt the warm ache in her hips. It had been a long time. She didn't go out much. The men at work were mostly her subordinates and she didn't have much of a social life. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually had her fingers wrapped... "It was her fault. She should have ignored everything. What should she have expected?" "I'm fine," Karen thought. "I've had a hard couple of days this week and it's just catching up to me." And immediately the unbidden thought... "My God it was so stiff." She buried her face in her hands wondering why in the hell she thought of that. As she pulled from the drive her cell rang; it was her best friend, Jane, begging Karen to meet her after work and help pick out a new dress for a party she had coming up. Karen accepted immediately. It would mean she would be out when Chris got home and he would probably be in his room for the night by the time she got back from Jane's. She wasn't sure she could face him; she really didn't know how to handle this morning's incident. Chris too was relieved to find his mother gone for the evening. But as luck would have it, he saw a movie on TV that he had been waiting to see. It started at 9:00 and went until 11:00. Without giving it another thought, he stayed up to watch it. As the movie was ending, his mother arrived home. Chris couldn't face her and kept his eyes glued to the screen. "Chris, you going to bed?" Karen asked. "Yeah mom, about eleven thirty," Chris responded. He still didn't face her. Karen walked around the chair he was sitting in and stood between him and the TV. "I don't understand this little game you're playing in the hallway every morning young man." It wasn't exactly the words she meant to say. Somehow they didn't come out right. She had gone over it in her mind exactly how she was going to scold him. "I was just playin around mom, I'm sorry." She studied him for a moment. Her voice dropped to hushed tones. "You'd better watch what you are doing. It's not a game and I'm sorry if I let you think for a moment that it was. Maybe it was my fault for kidding with you, but it has to stop." For the first time he looked at her. "What?" "You heard me. You had better think about what you're doing. I can't let it continue. Now we're going to pretend none of this has happened." Karen turned and went to her bedroom. Chris tossed and turned until the wee hours thinking over his mother's comments. But there was little doubt in his mind, somehow he would do it again. It had become a game, no; it had become more than a game. A test of wills and he wanted to win, but wasn't even sure what it was that he was going to win. Wasn't even sure he understood her remarks. But she would have to stop him. It would be her will against his. "CHRIS, Chris honey I've been calling, you're going to be late." "OK, ok I'm getting up." Karen stood at his door waiting as he rolled out of bed. As he stood up her eyes automatically drifted to the front of his pajamas. She quickly turned away walking down the hall her hand to her forehead. "Why, why did she do that. Why did she look knowing what she would see. Good God was he always hard like that? Didn't he ever give it a rest?" Chris sat back down laughing to himself. He had seen her look. Followed her eyes. "Gotcha". He looked down at his pajamas with his cock straining to be free. He quickly kicked them off and stood to get his clothes. He turned quickly at a shrill cry from his door, his mom standing with her hands covering her eyes. "Dammit Cris, close your door if you're undressing. I didn't know. Darn it Chris, I just wanted to tell you I was leaving right away and you need to get yourself something to eat. I'll bring something home for supper." "Oh, yeah... uh, sure mom. Sorry... about the door." Chris stood there waiting, his cock pointed directly at her, daring her to open her eyes, to turn and look. Karen started back down the hall, but not before her eyelids fluttered, peeking. Her face was burning as her hand grasped the banister. Did she stand there, seconds, her heart pounding, before she yelled. Looking at him. She grabbed her things and fled out the door and into the car. She sat, her hands clutching the steering wheel. "My God, it had been too long. How long? A year? Two?" She couldn't shake the image of the hard length of him jutting out wickedly as he stepped toward his chest of drawers. Her day was confusing, tiring and the sweat dampened her blouse and forehead. She had dressed as usual, skirt with heels and then had to climb a maze of stairs all day at an old factory site. She hadn't planned on this outing and her skirt was too damn short and the men all waited for her to go first as if she was too fucking stupid to figure out why. It certainly wasn't because they were all so fucking chivalrous. Then she had an almost irresistable urge to look at the fronts of their damn pants. She could have sworn that young cocky bastard from legal had a fucking hard-on watching her climb those goddamn stairs. Fuck it fuck those bastards, just fuck it all. She just wanted to sit and cry. Her nerves were screaming. She just wanted to go home, take a long quiet bath, listen to some music and be a woman. A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 01 Cynthia Chambers drove her car into the drive of the three storey house she shared with her husband, Donald. The fifty-five year old mother of one ran her own Estate agency in the small county town of Southchurch, Kent in England. Donald was senior partner in a law practice in London. After retrieving her briefcase from the back seat of her four wheel drive, Cynthia made her way to the door of the house. Dropping her briefcase on the hall floor and tossing her keys on the table, she made her way to the bathroom to run the water for her bath. It had been a hard day and she had looked forward to a long hot soak in the tub. As she stood in front of the mirror, Cynthia pinned her long golden hair. She slid the robe from her shoulders and admired her reflection. She had kept herself very well for her age. She stood at five feet nine. Her breasts were large, round and firm, with no sign of sag and her long legs were very smooth. She still maintained her athletic figure. When she was younger she had been amateur tennis champion of England. The years of hard training had stood her good stead. Although she only played occasionally with the girls in her office she was still capable of beating them. Satisfied the water was just right; Cynthia eased herself into the bath. As she relaxed she took a glass of red wine and began to sip it. She began to think how lucky she was. Donald was partner in a successful law practice and she had a successful business. Between them they were very comfortable. The down side to this was their twenty-two year old son, Douglas. He had announced suddenly that he was quitting law school. This made his father furious. Donald kicked him out without a penny, telling him not to return until, as he put it, "Came to his senses." No amount of pleading from Cynthia could move Donald to change his resolve. Furthermore, Donald had forbidden Cynthia to have any contact with their son. This hurt Cynthia more than anything else. She loved him dearly, despite his faults. It was alright for Donald, he was up in London five days a week. Cynthia was in town and could see how Douglas began to fall apart. In defiance of Donald's wishes, Cynthia secretly kept in contact with Douglas. She gave him enough money to at least feed and clothe himself. She also paid the rent on his small flat that wasn't too far from home. Unfortunately Douglas had fallen in with Johnny Merton and his gang of layabouts. Merton was a twenty-five year old college drop out whose gang of thugs frequented the nearby arcade. A few years earlier Merton's father had thrown him out when he quit university. Although he had never been convicted or charged the general opinion around the town was that Merton and his gang had been involved in a spate of burglaries. Now Cynthia feared Douglas would turn out like him. She pleaded with her son to stay away from Merton but to no avail. She could see that Douglas was in awe of Merton. Cynthia thought of threatening not to support Douglas but she feared she would lose her son and this not what she wanted. As she continued to enjoy her bath Cynthia's thoughts drifted elsewhere. She closed her eyes and began to fondle the nipple of her right breast. At the same time she began to probe her pussy with finger of her left hand. In her mind's eye she could see her naked body being ravished by a young man as she bathed. "Oooh," moaned Cynthia as her fingering became intense. Suddenly she withdrew her finger. "Pull yourself together," she cried as she reproached herself. She got out of the bed and dried herself. She didn't bother to get dressed. She wore just her robe as she ate her dinner and then headed up to bed. Cynthia began to read her book but she couldn't concentrate. Her masturbation in the bath had only been the latest symptom in Cynthia's personal crisis. The truth was that her fifty-seven year old husband hadn't touched her in months. As a result Cynthia's frustrations grew. She still felt young and energetic. Her craving for sex simply grew. As she lay on the bed she once again began to fantasise about being ravished and began to play with herself. Finally, exhaustion overtook her and she fell asleep. Even in sleep Cynthia couldn't escape. Her recurring dream, which was vividly erotic, returned. The figure of a faceless young man stood before her as she slept. Reaching down with his hand he ripped her nightdress apart, exposing her nakedness. As he mounted her he began to devour her body, much to her satisfaction. The following morning as she woke up Cynthia realised that most of the bedclothes were on the floor. She had clearly enjoyed her erotic dream too much. 'Oh, if only it were real' thought Cynthia as she showered and thought of her dream. The day at the office was uneventful. As she drove home Cynthia spied Merton and his gang at the archway that led to the main shopping centre. She pulled over and parked her car. She walked up to the gang and stood in front of Merton. "May I speak to you?" Cynthia looked at the other gang members and then turned back to Merton "Alone?" she asked firmly. Merton remained silent for a few seconds then nodded and his companions obediently disappeared. "What's on your mind, Mrs Chambers?" he asked Cynthia was taken aback by his polite attitude. The other thing was how handsome he looked, in a rugged sort of way. "I want you to stay away from Douglas. He's a good boy and I don't want him to get into trouble," Merton laughed. "Your son is a grown man, Mrs Chambers. I don't hold his hand. He's free to come and go as he pleases." "Alright, how much?" asked Cynthia as she reached for her cheque book. "Excuse me?" asked Merton with some amusement. "How much do you want to stay away from him?" Merton laughed again. "I told you Mrs Chambers, Doug is a free agent. I have no hold over him. I do admire your spunk though. Not every woman would be so brave to come around here on her own. Besides, you are a very handsome filly," continued Merton as he put his hands on Cynthia and began to squeeze her breasts through her jacket and blouse. For a moment Cynthia closed her eyes began to imagine her fantasy was about to come true. Suddenly her mood changed. "Get your hands off me!" she cried and lashed out, striking Merton's face. Cynthia ran to her car, not realising she had dropped her cheque book. She looked at herself in the mirror and realised she was blushing. Cynthia drove away as fast as she could leaving Merton smiling as he picked up the discarded book. *** The following day Cynthia deliberately avoided the shopping centre area and took the long way home. She was confused about her feelings. On the one hand, Johnnie Merton was everything she despised about layabouts and yet she found him attractive at the same time. She also regretted striking him. It wasn't his fault. In a way, she knew she was partly responsible. 'After all, she yearned for it, didn't she?' she thought. Cynthia parked her car and went into the house. Switching on the light she hung up her red jacket before heading for the living room. Cynthia opened the door of the dark living room and switched on the light. She was startled when she saw Merton sitting comfortably in her favourite armchair. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" asked Cynthia in rapid succession. Merton stood up smiling. "To answer your first question. You dropped this and I was just returning it," said Merton, as he produced the chequebook. "Secondly your lock is easily picked. You should have it changed," he continued. Cynthia angrily snatched the chequebook from Merton's hand. "You've delivered it now get out before I have you arrested for breaking and entering!" cried Cynthia vehemently. "I entered. I didn't break." corrected Merton. "Just go," responded Cynthia with frustration. Merton, who was six feet tall walked over and stood in front of her. "You have everything most of us dream of but I perceive you lack that desire every woman needs," he said in a compassionate sounding voice. This was too much for Cynthia and her rage boiled over. She raised her hand to strike Merton only to find herself restrained by two of his gang. "Let me go, let me go!" she demanded. "Relax Cynthia," said Merton soothingly. "What are you going to do?" asked a petrified Cynthia. "Just this," was all Merton responded as he took a little bag from his pocket and poured a strange dust like substance into his hand. He blew it into Cynthia's face. "Aah," sighed Cynthia weakly as the dust stung her face as it struck her. Her strength seemed to desert her and only for the fact she was being restrained she felt she would have fallen down. Merton put his hand behind Cynthia's golden hair that was tied in a bun and suddenly her hair fell loosely about her shoulders. "Please," pleaded Cynthia weakly as Merton began to unbutton her white blouse. There was no reply from Merton as he continued to work his way down. Again Cynthia tried to plead. "Please, my husband..." "Your wimpy husband doesn't concern me Cynthia but your beautiful body does," responded Merton. At the same time Cynthia red knee length skirt became loose and it floated to the floor, revealing her black tights that encased her bright blue lacy knickers. "Wow, who are you wearing this for?" asked Merton as he opened Cynthia's blouse. Despite the fact she was disorientated Cynthia blushed. She fully aware that Merton was referring to bright blue lacy bra from which her magnificent breasts were straining to escape. "Please don't," cried Cynthia in one last desperate act. It was to no avail as the shoulder straps of her bra were lowered. Merton kissed Cynthia's neck and it had an almost paralytic effect on her. It seemed to arouse her sexual urges that continued as Merton gently kissed and licked her bare shoulder. By now Cynthia's tights and knickers had been removed and for the first time in her life she stood naked before a band of young men but she didn't care. Merton's caresses of her shoulders with his tongue were accompanied by equally satisfying licking and sucking on her back. She found the licking and sucking of her arse cheeks even more arousing. "Oh my God," she struggled to cry out repeatedly as her pleasure built. After arriving at Cynthia's wonderful breasts Merton began to lick and suck in a circular movement from her nipple outwards. "Oooh," she moaned repeatedly as her body continued to be used. Merton knelt as he worked his way down her slim tummy, eventually arriving at her pussy. Without hesitation Merton's tongue bore through Cynthia's pussy hair, parted her lips and proceeded to lash her clit. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," cried Cynthia in language she never used before, as her arousal reached fever pitch. Merton withdrawing his tongue was almost anticlimactic for Cynthia. However it was only momentarily as she was eased onto the carpeted floor and after parting Cynthia's long smooth legs, Merton gently eased his hard cock deep inside her and began to pound her. His movement, slow at first, accelerated with each stroke and what was more, Cynthia's body began to react and move with him. Gradually, they settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. Cynthia used Merton's first name for the first time as she cried out. "Oh Johnnie! Don't stop. Please don't stop!" she begged desperately. The months of sexual frustration came to the fore for Cynthia as she wished this wonderful sensation would last forever. As they continued to pick up speed both Merton and Cynthia began to perspire as their body heat continued to rise. Cynthia could feel her love juices beginning to gather. At the same time she became aware that Merton was close to climaxing. Another thing was that she no longer felt a rape victim but rather a woman who had been rescued from the verge of frigidity. She was more than willing to submit to anything. Both Cynthia and Merton struggled to prolong the wonderful sensation they were enjoying. Finally however, nothing could hold back the enormous orgasms that exploded forth and both sighed breathlessly holding each others hand as if they were lovers. A few moments later Cynthia was pulled up and made to kneel. She felt a cock being pushed into her arse. She began to push her are back and forth. At the same time she took a cock in each of her hands and began to hand fuck. The burning sensation of cum exploding in her arse was repeated several times as cock after cock entered and pounded her. Even the cum exploding in her hands served a purpose as it was smeared on her breasts. Even this Cynthia found erotic and arousing. She was acting as a woman possessed as she just couldn't get enough. Almost everything she had participated in was a new experience and she relished it all. Finally, as sheer exhaustion began to take hold Cynthia felt a rag with a pungent odour being forced to her face. "Sorry Cyn," were the last words she heard before darkness enveloped her. *** The heat of the early morning sun beamed on Cynthia's face as she slowly came around. "Oh my God, what's being going on?" she asked as she held her throbbing head. Cynthia managed to lift herself up and as the bed sheet fell away she realised she was naked and sticky. Try as she might she just could not remember what had occurred. As Cynthia's head slowly began to clear she became aware of a strange sound in her bedroom, like a woman moaning. Gently she turned towards the source of the moaning. It was the television in her bedroom and a video was paying showing Cynthia in the full throes of sexual passion, clearly enjoying being gangbanged by a number of young men. "Oh my God, what on earth possessed me?" she cried as she rushed to switch the video off. She looked at the clock. It was eight thirty in the morning, just time enough to shower and get ready for work. It was only as she drove to work that Cynthia's mind became unblocked. Flashes occurred in her mind's eye about the events of the previous evening and it was only when she arrived home that evening that Cynthia managed to put the pieces together and it was only when she returned home Cynthia found Merton's note on her bedside table. Wow Cyn, that was great. I told you that you lacked something in your life. I haven't studied psychology for nothing. I wonder how Don would react? Don't worry though. Me and the boys will keep quiet. It will be our little secret. We should do it again sometime. In fact, I know we will. I will make one promise to you Cyn. I will make sure Doug will stay out of trouble. I give you my word. Love Johnnie xxxx Ps. You have an amazing pair of boobs. Reading the latter part made Cynthia touch her breasts and yearn for more. She didn't know whether to be flattered or angry. She tore up the note but for some reason she felt compelled to hold onto the video. She hid it from Donald of course but frequently took it out to watch and masturbate with it. All that time her sexual appetite grew and she wondered what lay ahead. A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 02 Chris, still in a sexual daze, left his room and walked tentatively down the hallway at his mom's call. As he reached her door he braced himself for what was coming. He knew he had gone way too far, but he had been right. She had wanted it. She had really wanted it. He turned and stepped into her room. "Chris... Chris, come he.. no, I.. uh, Chris I... I just wanted to tell you goodnight honey. Don't be upset. Don't think I'm angry, I mean, I am but it's not just your doing. I'm upset that I let things get so completely out of hand. Everything just... just got out of control. We'll get past this and we'll talk. Tomorrow morning we'll have a nice breakfast together and everything will be fine. We'll make everything fine. We can't let this come between us." In an attempt to lessen the tension she forced a smile, "And I'll put the laundry in the chute tomorrow, ok? Chris? Promise?" Chris mumbled a little shamefaced, "Yeah, I guess so." "Goodnight Chris." "Goodnight mom." "Hey, uh... mom." "Yes?" "I... uh... never mind, nothing." "Chris, it's ok. I'll be ok. We'll be ok. It just, happened." Karen lay back pulling her sheet tightly to her chin, her insides shaking. She closed her eyes, trembling at how close she had come to asking him to lie down with her. She wanted to be held, needed to be held so much, missed the feel of a man's strength enclosing her, the smell of his skin, his hands holding her breasts. She just had so little time for relationships. The men at her office were such jerks and most of them her subordinate. She turned gazing at the luminous LED of her clock and once again felt the hard length of Chris in her hand, the warm smooth skin. Eyes closed, her fingertips lightly touched as her hand again caressed... her lips softly pulled apart as she felt the warm wetness splash against them and fall to her breast. The tip of her tongue touched her bottom lip as her teeth lightly bit, her hunger aching, scolding her that she had not pushed her lips over him..." With a soft cry of despair she turned to her back. Somehow, she had to control him, control herself. Could she deny him and keep their closeness. She musn't lose him, yet, if he continued to push her what could she do. Could she play this game just a little, and yet keep him at some arm's length? She got out of bed and walked to her son's room pushing the door open peering into the darkness. She walked to the edge of his bed. "Chris." "Yeah mom." "Chris, will you hold me. Just hold me for a little while if I lie down?" "Sure mom." "I just want you to hold me, that's all. Just for a little while, please Chris?" she quietly asked laying down and turning her back to him. Chris put his arm around her pulling her close, yet trying to keep his hand from her breast. He felt himself stirring and lengthening against her. Karen tensed and Chris began to pull away. "No, it's ok Chris, I understand. It doesn't bother me, just hold me and I'll get up in a minute." Karen's eyes fluttered, opening in some confusion then remembering where she was. Chris' hand was holding her breast, his hips and legs were folded tightly against her. She could feel the outline of him pressed to her. He was asleep. Pulling his hand tightly to her, her hips instinctively pressed against him. She could barely remember when she had felt so warm, comfortable. Pushing herself away Karen got up and silently went back to her room. "Good morning Chris. Here baby, sit down. I have your breakfast ready. I think after we eat and I clean up the kitchen I'll run down and have the car washed. I won't have a minute to do it next week." They ate quietly with a nervousness and hesitant smiles. "I have to run to the office for a couple hours after I have the car cleaned. Then I'm meeting Jane for lunch and we're going shopping at the outlet mall out on the edge of town. I may be late. Is there anything you want me to pick up for you?" "Uh... no. Hey, mom, look, I'm sorry, last night I didn't mean... I just.. I don't know." Karen's heart ached at the misery on her son's face, his eyes filling with tears. Reaching across the table she lay her hand over his. "No Chris, stop. It's ok. We're ok. It, it just happened. I'm still your Mother and you're still my son and I love you so very very much. I don't want us to be sorry for what happened, but, we can't keep up with this tension between us. I can't think, I can't work. I never know what you're going to do. I don't know, but we'll work it out." She got up moving around the table to hold his head against her breast and kissed him on the forehead. "Now lets just try to forget it for now, ok? So tell me, what are your plans for today?" "I don't know mom, mess around the house some. Maybe catch a ride or walk down to the Garden Center and see what I'm going to be doing. I'm going to start as soon as schools out." "Well, before you leave be an angel. While I'm cleaning up here get the dirty clothes out of your room and start the wash, ok?" "Yeah, sure mom." He heard the door swing closed and the car start as his mom backed out of the drive. Chris closed his eyes and felt the fullness of her breasts against his cheek when she hugged him at the table. He had watched the soft curves of her ass stretch her skirt as she turned and walked across the kitchen. An instant stirring forced him to shake off the thought. A long walk to the Garden Center would pass some time and expend some of the pent up energy he felt. Chris found where he would punch the clock and what his starting duties were to be. Some of the people that worked there knew Chris and his Mother and they were glad he would be joining them for the summer. The woman showing him around pointed out the huge array of flowers they had in stock. It seemed every time she leaned to point at something she brushed her almost matronly large breasts against his arm. "This is a perfect place to work Chris. You're right here where you don't have any excuse not to pick up some flowers for your girlfriend. You do have a girlfriend don't you?" "Uh, yeah, yeah I guess I do, kind of." "Well here, take this vase of spring mix. It's marked down and she will love them. Don't you know we women love flowers. You men are so... well anyway tell the cashier I said to give you the employee discount and the sale price because your going to be working here." "Thanks Mrs. Sovell." "Oh don't worry about it, and Chris honey, don't call me Mrs. Sovell. Please, call me Joan." The cute girl at the register looked him over and asked who the flowers were for. Chris stammered out that they were for his Mom. With a little brighter smile she told him how sweet he was to get them for his Mother and that she was really happy that he would be working with them this summer. Chris blushed and mumbled a quick thanks. He caught a ride home with a customer he knew. Setting the vase on the kitchen table Chris went to his room and changed into a pair of gym shorts. His mom's exercise bike and a weight bench were in the spare room and he flipped on the radio as he lay back on the bench to work out a little. "Karen... Karen, wake up!" Jane called out as Karen stood staring into the store window. "Where are you today? Or for that matter for the last week. Is everything all right at home? At work? You just seem really out of sorts. Come on, lets go sit for a minute." "I'll get us some coffee and you tell me what's going on." "I don't know Jane. It's just that some days, most days, I think Chris is about to make me crazy. He's too old for the teenage years but he grew up a lot slower than his class for some reason and he really missed all that, which was wonderful for me at the time. It just seems like he's deep into them now and one minute I think I want to strangle him and the next I want to love him to pieces." Looking over the edge of her styrofoam cup Jane asked, "Ok, so whats he doing?" "I think it's his hormones raging. I swear Jane I think he's just a walking hard-on." Jane shrieked with laughter. "Oh my God Karen. Is that all? Are you kidding? Then find him a girlfriend. My God he's so hot. Have you ever really looked at him? I can't believe the girls aren't calling him day and night. He looks like a Greek God. On second thought, just send him over to my house. I'll work off those hormones for you." "Now how are you going to do that?" "I'm going to fuck him all day long." "JANE! Oh God Jane don't you say such a thing. You wouldn't!" "Oh wouldn't I? I would fuck the boy silly, and while I was at it I would teach him how to treat a woman. "Hush Jane, someone will hear you." "Well, there are things he needs to know. Things a Mother can't teach, or maybe not anyway. Well, Karen, I would. An older woman would do well to show a young man how to treat a girlfriend or wife. Some night during her moment of bliss, his lovely wife will thank me. And, while I'm teaching... it would be nice to have some of that delicious young manhood sending little shivers and quivers of delight all over me." "JANE, that's my son we're talking about. Now stop." "He's working at the Garden Center this summer isn't he?" "Yeah, he starts the week after next I think." "I know a couple of the girls that are working there. Those wild hormones will be taken care of soon enough Karen." "Jane, I don't want him in any kind of trouble with some young girl. He has college, an education to worry about. He just wants a job and that would be a wonderful place for him to work." "Karen, I didn't say anything about young girls." "JANE, God you're impossible. I don't want my son messing around with any of those females down there, young or old. He has a future to look out for." "Mmmmmmm well, I do have a few things he could do at my house. Like... me?" "That's enough. You've got me a nervous wreck now. I won't be able to trust you around him, or those little summer bitches at the Center. I have to get home. I haven't anything laid out for supper and now you about have me sick with worry." Jane laughed as she got up kissing Karen on the cheek, "Well, all right dear. Maybe I'll give him a ride home from work some day." Grabbing her purse and laughing with her as they parted Karen warned, "You stay away from my son. If anyone is going to corrupt him I will." In shock, Karen suddenly realized what she had said as she walked down the concourse towards the exit. "Oh my God, I can't believe I said that. Surely Jane didn't hear, or make anything of it," she thought. As she drove home she bemoaned the thought of the girls working at the Center as well as Jane. In a moment of thought, seriously, would she rather it be one of those girls or someone like Jane? At least an older woman wouldn't be trouble. And Jane was right about most men being such louts when it came to knowing what a woman needed and wanted. Chris groaned as he pushed up the barbell one more time and rested it on the supports. He lay there waiting for his arms to relax. His thoughts soon turned to the girl working the register at the Garden Center. She was really hot but the image of Mrs. Sovell, Joan, soon replaced her. She wasn't too much older than his mom. He could still see the soft curve of her breast as it disappeared at the white edge of her bra. Her full breasts strained against the material of her blouse as she twisted, turned and bent over showing him the garden stock. She had the soft full rounded hips of an older woman and yet still promised a nice figure hidden beneath her clothes. A stirring beneath his gym shorts, slowly reached uncomfortably down his thigh. Chris reached down pushing his shorts below his hips and wrapped his hand around the growing member. Eyes closed, his hand began moving up and down the rigid length as his thoughts returned to Mrs Sovell... Joan. Karen stood in the kitchen, her eyes misted in tears looking at the flowers Chris had brought home for her. They were so beautiful. Her heart was melting at his thoughtfulness. He could be such an angel when he wanted to be. She heard the radio from the spare room and walked down the hall to hug him and thank him for being so sweet. Staring in shock, and then captivated, Karen stood quietly at the doorway watching her son move his hand up and down the hard swollen shaft. Closing her eyes, she couldn't remember, perhaps it was the way he was laying, that made it look like... he looked so big... As she watched agape unbidden thoughts tugged at her. Who was he thinking of? Was he thinking of one of those girls? Of Jane? No, God no she was being silly, not Jane, yet she could not stop gazing at his movements and wondering with the slightest tinge of... jealousy? Chris suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the door. "Oh Jeez mom, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't know you were home. Mom I'm sorry," as he began to sit up. Grasping her courage before she fled, Karen walked quickly across the carpet with the corner of her lip turned up in a slight smirk. "What Chris? You think you know how to do that better than me? Better than a woman?" Kneeling down next to the bench she pushed her hair back and smugly quipped, "This is only yours to carry around. It actually belongs to women, or someday your wife. So, I'll show you how you should really do it." Her small hand slipped around the base of the swollen shaft. Slowly Karen began moving her hand up and down the length of him. She reached with the palm of her other hand and lightly circled the rounded tip spreading the little droplets that her grasp was coaxing from him. Fingertips lightly caressed the underside of the velvet curve as her hand continued it's slow rhythm. Reaching lower her hand carefully held his balls, lightly squeezing each time her hand stroked downward. Over and over her hand slowly slid up and down his cock. Her long nails softly scratched the wrinkled skin below as they moved upwards toward the base and finally pushed her other hand higher on the rigid warmth. Both hands now encircled him and began to move quicker pumping up and down. Karen slid them together, the fingertips and the heels of her palms touching as she now held his throbbing cock between them slightly rocking back and forth as they caressed up and down the hard length. Her heart pounding Karen gave a soft cry at the sight between her hands. The swollen reddish tip, the veins slipping down the length disappearing beneath her hands, skin pulling tight as she moved her hands downward and the little beads of slipperiness as she slid upwards. She closed her eyes and leaned forward pressing the warm tip against her cheek as her hands continued to slide up and down. Chris couldn't believe what his mom was doing. The incredible feeling of her hands. He knew he couldn't wait much longer, felt the tightening, his muscles tensing, fingertips digging into the bench. He had watched his mom, her lips lightly parted as she stared entranced, heard her quiet wail of need as she pressed his cock to her cheek. "Mom, oh God mom, Its...its... I can't wait.... " He looked down at her holding him tightly against her cheek. Without thought he reached down grabbing his cock pressing it to her lips. "Chris, no, noooo," she moaned trying to turn away but his hand followed pushing harder. Karen could feel him begin to thrust harder, his hips beginning to lift. She held him tighter waiting for the rush of wetness. Startled as his hand moved over hers pressing the rigid tip against her lips, she turned trying to move away. Chris pressed harder forcing his cock against her. With an aching cry of abandon Karen took him pulling him deeply into her mouth. With a moan of hunger she moved her lips quickly up and down his cock. "Mom, Jeezzz mom I'm.... I'm going to cummmm.... please....." Karen's hand moved furiously pumping up and down the throbbing hardness. Her lips barely caressed the tip as she whispered, "Ok baby, ok, come on Chris... come on... cum for me... come on baby..... please, cum for me... yes... oh yes, oh God there it is... there it is... cummmmm baby..." She quickly slipped her lips over him as the warm spurts of cum covered her tongue. Karen quickly swallowed as Chris groaned and spilled more cum into her. Her lips slid tightly up and down the length of his cock as her hands squeezed the last drops from him. Patting him on the stomach she pushed to her feet. Karen whispered with a voice thick with a need of her own, "There Chris, now that's how you do it." As she turned the corner from the doorway she ran down the hall and up the stairs to her room. Closing the door behind her she leaned back against it gasping, her heart pounding. Her hand slipped beneath her skirt to touch her panties now soaked with her desire. She hurried to her dresser reaching for her dildo and the bottle of lubricant. Kicking out of her panties and skirt she fell to the bed in a moan as she poured the slippery liquid into her hand and spread it over warm folds of her pussy. Karen pressed the hardness between the slippery swells and a soft cry escaped her as she moved to take the entire length inside her warm opening. As her hand moved back and forth between her thighs, behind closed eyes Karen was entranced. The sight of her hands wrapped around Chris' cock. The velvety soft feel brushing against her cheek as she held it tightly to her, the warmth as it throbbed beneath the touch of her fingertips... the feel of the warm hardness as her lips slid over him, the wetness spilling inside her mouth covering her cheeks, tongue... she tensed turning to her side thighs closing tightly... an aching cry of release. It was the last week of school as Chris tentatively stepped into the kitchen. His mom had stayed in her room though he thought her heard her once after he went to bed. "Good morning Chris. I loved the flowers. they're beautiful. That was so sweet of you. Did you pick them out?" "Uh, no, Mrs. Slovell helped at the Garden Center when she was showing me around." "Well, I don't believe I know her." She's kind of nice. Told me to call her Joan but I don't know. She's alot older." "Older? Well, I hope you mean older than me. I guess you should call her what ever she wants. Is she your supervisor?" "Yeah, sort of. I guess I'll be working with her most of the time." "Well, I should meet her sometime." "Sure mom. Hey, I have to go or I'll be late." Chris hesitantly leaned forward, then kissed his mom on the cheek. Karen watched as her son walked down the drive. Mrs. Scovill? Joan? Her lips tightening she decided she would have to meet this Mrs. Scovill that wanted her son to call her Joan. The phone rang and she walked to the counter to answer. "Hello." "Karen, how are you today? Feeling better I hope?" "Jane, yeah, much better actually. Maybe I just needed some rest." "Well, you had me worried. Is Chris available to do a couple of things for me this afternoon?" "What? uh, oh... JANE," Karen laughed, "You leave your hands off my son you wanton bitch. I remember what you said." "Oh, well then, I guess you decided to follow your own advice?" "Well Jane, just what advice was that?" Jane laughed, "Well if you're not going to let me corrupt him, then I guess you've decided to do it yourself? Remember? You said?" Karen stood stunned. Her heart skipped as she tried to regain her breath, her voice. "Karen? Karen, I didn't drop the call did I? Are you still there?" She forced her heart to slow, "Jane, that's uh... silly. You can't imagine... you can't think...?" "Oh Karen, I'm just kidding. I'm glad to hear you're feeling better. I do want to stop over later. I need to drop off your carpet cleaner I borrowed and I've bought this wine I heard of that you'll just love. I got a bottle for you too so I'll see you about five, ok?" A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 02 That Friday Donald arrived home as usual just after eight in the evening. Cynthia made no reference whatever to her sexual adventures. Indeed, her biggest fear was if he found out. Another thing was the fact that Cynthia's sexual urges had become almost unbearable. In sheer desperation she had planned to seduce her husband. The plan was simple. She purchased very sexy underwear and a sexy see through nightdress. As she returned from the bathroom Donald simply kissed his wife on her cheek. "Good night, dear," he said before getting into bed and switching off his table lamp, leaving Cynthia seething with frustration, wanting to throw something at him. She lay beside Donald wondering would she ever fulfil her desires. Eventually exhaustion overtook her and she fell into a restless sleep. In an effort to try and get these desires out of her mind Cynthia began to play tennis at the local club after work, inviting the girls in the office. On one of these visits Cynthia had just finished her game with nineteen year old Jane Collins, her junior office clerk when she headed for the shower. Cynthia removed the towel that had covered her body and hung it up before stepping into the shower. No sooner had she began to soap her smooth body when she began fantasise. She caressed her breasts and gave a low moan as she did so. Cynthia was startled when a hand gently touched her bare shoulder and she dropped her soap. Another hand covered her mouth, muffling a scream. She turned around and was shocked to see a naked Johnnie Merton standing there. "What the hell are you doing here?" asked Cynthia, trying in vain to sound angry. "I work here three days a week," responded Merton in a matter of fact tone. Cynthia looked him up and down. "Do you always walk into the ladies showers naked?" she asked as a slight grin formed on her face. Merton said nothing. He simply took Cynthia in his arms and kissed her with passion. Rather than push him away Cynthia threw her arms about him as she surrendered to her pent up desires. "Oooh," she moaned as Merton gently kissed and caressed Cynthia's bare shoulder. As the jets of hot steamy water cascaded about them Merton engulfed Cynthia's right breast and began to lick and suck her nipple. "Oh my God!" was all she could respond as her sexual excitement began to build. Cynthia gripped the bars on either side of the shower and raised herself up as Merton began to ravish her slim body, releasing moan after moan as Merton went about satisfying her enormous lust to be sexually fulfilled. Soon Merton reached Cynthia's pussy. He gently drilled passed her pussy lips and began to lash her clit. "Ooooh!" she moaned loudly as he did so. Feeling her juices starting to gather, Cynthia lowered herself. "Fuck me, Johnnie. Fuck me hard!" she begged. Not needing any more encouragement Johnnie lifted her up. Cynthia placed her arms around his neck and Johnnie began to pump. They quickly developed a mutually satisfying rhythm. When they finally orgasmed Cynthia slumped on Johnnie's shoulder, exhausted and breathless. Suddenly she was alerted by a familiar voice from outside the shower area. "Mrs Chambers are you still in there?" cried the voice. "Oh my God, It's Jane. I'd forgotten all about her," whispered Cynthia. "I'm just finished, Jane. Wait for me at the car." responded Cynthia when she regained her composure. "Ok Mrs Chambers," came the young woman's response. Cynthia gave a slight giggle as she dried herself. When she got dressed she turned to Johnnie and kissed him before heading for her car. Jane was waiting patiently and smiled when she saw Cynthia. "Gosh, Mrs Chambers, you've got a glow in your cheeks. If I didn't know better I'd swear you'd been with a stud in there," she said with a laugh. "Jane!" cried Cynthia almost hysterically. "Just kidding," Mrs Chambers," replied Jane before she got into the car. Cynthia couldn't help wondering if Jane suspected anything as she drove off. *** About a week later Cynthia was on her lunch break in her favourite café when a tall blonde woman, just over six feet tall walked over to her with a tray in her hand. "Hello, it's Mrs Chambers, isn't it?" she asked. "Err, yes it is," responded Cynthia, rather taken aback. "How do you do?" said the woman balancing her tray with one hand and extending the other which Cynthia took. "How do you to?" she replied in return. "I'm Linda Merton, Johnnie's mum," continued Linda. Cynthia was stunned. She didn't know whether she was happy to see this woman maybe make a run for it. "May I?" asked Linda as she sat in the chair opposite. Cynthia simply nodded uneasily, being too shocked to say anything. "Johnnie has told me so much about you. In a way I feel I know you very well." "You do?" was all Cynthia could stutter, becoming more alarmed the longer this conversation continued. Linda smiled. "Are you alright Mrs Chambers? You look like you've seen a ghost." "Yes, I'm fine. I'm just wondering why you chose to speak to me," responded Cynthia, trying to remain calm. "Well I'm Chairperson of the local traders association and we're sponsoring the arts festival next weekend and we were wondering if your husband would honour us by giving out the prizes?" "Donald?" asked Cynthia with both surprise and relief in her voice. "Well he is a prominent person in the town and we really would appreciate his help," said Linda. "I'm sure he'll be delighted," replied Cynthia, with a smile. "Splendid," responded Linda enthusiastically as she got up. "Is eight pm on Friday alright?" asked Linda before she went. "Yes, that'll be fine," replied Cynthia, who was more relaxed now. "Great, we'll see you both there then," said Linda and promptly disappeared. *** The following day Cynthia was driving past the arcade when she saw Johnnie coming out of the building alone. He saw Cynthia in her car and could read from her face that she wanted to talk. He jerked his head in a signal to her to drive the car down a laneway where there was nothing but empty and derelict buildings. Johnnie looked around to make sure no one saw him before he made his way down the laneway. Cynthia was waiting at the car and her face said it all. "What the hell have you told your mother about me?" she demanded angrily. "Only that you are a nice lady and you've been kind to me," responded Johnnie. "I have a position to uphold in this town..." "And I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise that, believe me. Mom just asked for a suggestion and I gave her Don's name, that's all." said Johnnie soothingly as he hugged Cynthia. Cynthia broke away and turned her back. "Oh Johnnie, I don't understand you. You lead gang of layabouts and yet do something to me." she said trying to hold back her tears. Johnnie put his hand on Cynthia's shoulders. "Look Cyn, I'm many things but I'm not a home wrecker. What happened between us simply showed how lonely we both are. In time we'll find our way again and move on." Cynthia bowed her head and nodded. Johnnie put his hand on her chin and lifted her face towards him. He dabbed her eyes with a clean tissue and then handed it to her. "Go on home Mrs Chambers and don't worry about anything," said Johnnie as he opened the driver's door. Cynthia gave him a peck on his cheek. "Thank you," she said before she got in and drove away. *** A few days later Cynthia was sitting in the café waiting for Douglas. She had arranged to meet him there. As she waited her thoughts turned to Johnnie. Despite his though and rugged exterior Johnnie's lovemaking was both gentle and erotic. She had often wished that Donald had such an imagination. Cynthia's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice. "Mum?" Cynthia looked up to see her son standing there. She jumped up and hugged Douglas. "Oh Douglas, I've missed you so much," she said as she sobbed with joy. "Stop it Mum. Not here," said Douglas clearly embarrassed. "I'm sorry Douglas," responded Cynthia penitently. "It's just that I've not seen you for a while." she continued. She looked her son up and down. "You're not eating properly," she said. "Oh Mum don't start fussing or I'll leave right now." replied Douglas in frustration. "Let me get you something," Cynthia words sounded like a pleas that was not lost on Douglas and he gratefully if somewhat reluctantly agreed. There was a tense silence as Cynthia allowed Douglas to finish his meal then she spoke. "I see you still hang out with Johnnie Merton and his gang." Douglas was a little surprised. "He's not as bad as you and Dad make out Mum. He's done a lot of good for less fortunate people," was Douglas's reply and it sounded like a rebuke to his mother. Cynthia tried to change the subject. "Douglas, why don't you return to university?" Douglas looked up with fire in his eyes. "Don't even go there Mum," he replied sternly. He got up. "I've got to go," he said. "Wait!" cried Cynthia. Douglas stroked his mother's cheek. "Just give me time, Mum," he said soothingly. Cynthia stood up and opened her purse. She pushed a some of money into Douglas's pocket. "Thanks Mum," he said and kissed her cheek before leaving. Cynthia went outside and watched her son disappear into the crowd. She wiped a tear as she turned away unaware that she had been observed by a young woman in a silver car on the other side of the street. *** The night of the awards ceremony was a boring affair for Cynthia although enjoyed the fact he was the centre of attention. As the night was drawing to a close Linda Merton came up to them both. There was a young woman with her. "I just want to thank you both for helping us out," said Linda sincerely. "It was a pleasure and an honour," responded Donald politely. Linda turned to Cynthia and introduced the young woman. "This is Cathy Rawlings. She works in my jewellers shop." "Hallo Mrs Chambers. It's a pleasure to meet you," said the young woman as she extended her hand. Cynthia was puzzled and surprised as she shook Cathy's hand. "Cathy is getting married in two weeks time," said Linda. "Congratulations!" replied both Cynthia and Donald. Cynthia kissed Cathy's cheek and Donald shook her hand. Cathy turned to Linda. "I say, Linda, I've just had the most wonderful idea. Why don't you and Mrs Chambers come to my hen weekend together? That way you won't feel so alone?" she said with excitement in her voice. Cynthia was stunned. "I-I don't know..." she stuttered as she turned to her husband for rescue. "Oh come on, please, Mrs Chambers. One of my friends has kindly allowed us to use her holiday home in Wales. It'll great fun," declare Cathy. "Go on dear," said Donald encouragingly. "Maybe you need to let your hair down and have a good time," he concluded. "Well, ok then," replied Cynthia, buoyed by her husband's words. "Great, I'll pick you up at your place at one on Friday," said Linda with enthusiasm. "You're a life saver," she continued. *** The journey to the house in Wales took just over three hours. By then Linda and Cynthia exhausted just about every subject in conversation, except one, Johnnie. Cynthia was too afraid to mention him and Linda didn't even seem to acknowledge his existence. She decided to remain silent. Linda turned down a narrow road that led to a wide open yard. The beautiful three storey house had a backdrop of mountains and a stream separated the house from them. As Cynthia retrieved her bags from the boot of the car a young woman's voice called out. "You made it. How wonderful!" It was Catherine, the bride to be. She came up and hugged Linda and Cynthia. "Thank you for the invitation," said Cynthia. You're more than welcome," responded Catherine as she grabbed one of the bags and guided the women into the house. Catherine opened one bedroom door. "This is your room Linda and this is yours Cynthia," she said as she opened the bedroom door opposite. "I'd love a hot soak in the bath," remarked Cynthia. "No problem. There's a shower in each room but the bath is down here," replied Catherine as she led Cynthia to a room down on the right. She opened the door and Cynthia was taken aback by the beautifully ornate circular bath that was sunk into the floor. Catherine knelt and turned on the water. When she felt the water with her hand when she was satisfied she pushed down the stop. "There you go," she declared as she stood up. She opened a cupboard and extracted some towels and let them down on a chair. "We'll take a little time to get things ready so take your time," instructed Catherine before she headed for the door." "Thank you," said Cynthia, totally taken by Catherine's polite manner. "You're welcome, responded the young woman before leaving. Cynthia poured the contents of scented bath oils before she stripped and eased into the bath. It oils were soothing and relaxing and soon Cynthia felt very much at peace. Cynthia put on a green dress and made her way down to the party that sounded like it was in full swing. Catherine introduced her to the other guests. It was clear that Linda either previously knew them or had already been introduced. Cynthia enjoyed the various stories the women told of their own and other hen nights they had attended. She was shocked when she saw one or two had had too much to drink and kissed each other. She decided to call it a night and made her excuses before retiring to her room. When she got to her room Cynthia realised she had drunk more than usual. She wasn't drunk but she did feel unsteady as she opened the door. She kicked off her high heels and then stretched, yawning as she did so. She was unzipping the back of her dress when there was gentle knock on the door. Holding her loosened dress with her hand, Cynthia opened the door and to her surprised Catherine and Linda stood there smiling. Catherine was holding a bottle and some glasses. "Oh girls, come on. I've had enough," protested Cynthia. "Nonsense. Come on Cynthia, loosen up," Responded Linda as she and Catherine pushed their way in, giggling as they did so. Cynthia was amazed at their brazen familiarity. She assumed they had had too much to drink. "You naughty girl. You've been expecting us," said Linda with a smile as she saw Cynthia struggle to hold up her dress. "What do you mean?" stuttered a startled Cynthia. Linda didn't respond. Instead she opened her clenched fist and like Johnnie before her, blew a strange substance into Cynthia's face, making her utter a weak cry. As she stumbled Cynthia's green dress slid to the floor revealing her full white slip. Catherine held her shoulders and this prevented her from following over completely. "Please!" uttered Cynthia in a weak protest. Linda kissed Cynthia's neck. The effect was almost paralytic. For some reason Cynthia could feel excitement in her body and her protests ceased. She turned away but then conscious that Linda and Catherine were surveying the lower part of her body. Up to this point Catherine had been a polite and well mannered young woman and it shocked Cynthia when she heard this young woman murmur "You have a lovely arse, Mrs Chambers." Whatever it was that Linda had blown into her face it was having an effect on Cynthia. So were Catherine's soft words. Cynthia was disorientated but still tried to cover her knickers with her hands. However this seemed to have the effect of encouraging Linda and Catherine. "Are your knickers too tight, Cynthia?" asked Linda in soft provocative tone. "Maybe we can help you?" she continued in the same seductive tone. Although she was conscious of what was happening Cynthia was unable to move. She tried to speak but the words just would not flow. Cynthia wasn't even sure she wanted to do anything. Catherine spoke softly and very sensually. "I think we should remove them for you, Mrs Chambers. You'll have more freedom," Her slip was quickly removed and Catherine removed Cynthia's lacy black bra. She gently cupped Cynthia's wonderful breasts and began to massage them. "Oooh," moaned Cynthia as Catherine kissed her other shoulder and continued to massage her breasts. "Do you like that Mrs Chambers?" asked Catherine in a very sensual tone as she continued her massage. "Hmmm," was all Cynthia could moan in response. "You have beautiful breasts, Mrs Chambers. They are just as wonderful as Lucy's," continued Catherine. Cynthia was shocked this young woman's mention of her stepdaughter. Catherine giggled as she witnessed Cynthia's shocked expression. "Lucy is a very beautiful young woman. Isn't she, Mrs Chambers?" "Yes," stuttered Cynthia. At that same moment, whether it was the effect of the drug or simply Catherine's sensuous voice she couldn't tell but in her mind's eye Cynthia began to see images of Lucy. The first image she was Lucy dressed in her lawyer's robes complete with wig. Then she stood in her white blouse and knee length skirt. Then she stood in sexy underwear and stockings. Finally, she stood nude and beckoned her stepmother to come to her. Cynthia's breathing deepened and she licked her lips lustfully. She had almost forgotten Linda's presence until she felt her black tights and knickers being rolled down. Linda was kneeling and as she gripped Cynthia's bare hips her tongue gently drilled through the woman's pussy lips and began to lash her clit making Cynthia moan even louder as her sexual pleasure grew. There was a sudden stop and the women led Cynthia to the bed and laid her down. Catherine, who was wearing a blue three quarter length dress, stood for several seconds in front of Cynthia before she allowed her dress to fall to the floor. She was completely naked. Catherine had clearly prepared for this and Cynthia was her pre marriage gift. Despite her confused state Cynthia couldn't but to gaze at the elegant young beauty. Her milk white flesh seemed to reflect the light around her and her long raven hair glistened in that same light. Her body tone told Cynthia that this young woman worked hard to keep her shape. From her seemingly flawless proportions one could easily mistake her for a Greek or Roman Goddess. The young bride to be mounted the older woman and began to kiss and caress her gently. Linda, who was now also naked got on the other side of the bed and began imitate Catherine as she worked her way down the left side of Cynthia's body while Catherine took the right. Cynthia was almost driven wild by the double pleasure she received and this was obvious as her moans became louder and her breathing heavier. Both women eventually converged at Cynthia's pussy. This time it was Catherine's tongue that drove through the pussy lips and began to lash her clit with obvious expertise. "Ohhh," cried Cynthia as this young woman continued to pleasure her. At the same time Linda sucked, nibbled and licked each of Cynthia's nipples alternatively, adding to this wonderful sexual experience. It was an experience she thought she would never have. "Oh my God," moaned Cynthia as her love juices began to gather. By now she was lost in a world of lust and pleasure and she didn't want it to end. This was Cynthia's first lesbian experience. She had never even fantasised about one woman let alone two. The other thing that Cynthia enjoyed was the warmth and the softness of a woman's body. It wasn't rough and course like a man's and this added to her pleasure. At last as she orgasmed, Cynthia gave a deep sigh of sexual satisfaction. After a moment and without any encouragement she signalled Linda to come up to her. Linda did so and positioned herself in such away that Cynthia was able invade her pussy with her tongue and at the same time Catherine had positioned herself so Linda was able to service the young woman. Soon the women were consumed in a crazed lesbian frenzy. When they finally orgasmed they each rested beside each other. Linda lay on the right. Catherine was on the left with Cynthia nestled in between. They all laughed between gasps for air. The expending of their energy coupled with their alcohol intake made each woman fall rapidly into a deep sleep. A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 02 *** Cynthia woke up to the sound of a running shower. The heat of the early morning sun also struck her. Her head was pounding and she was naked. The sound of giggling from the shower helped her recall the events of the previous night. She couldn't believe had had a night of lesbian passion with two women who were virtual strangers to her. One of them was a young bride to be but the second was the mother of her lover Johnnie Merton. As Cynthia's memory started to return she realised what had happened and how she got into this. Linda had used the same trick as her son. This flooded Cynthia's head with many questions not least was how much mother and son had conspired? From the giggling and laughter coming from the shower it was obvious what the other two were up to. Not wanting any part of it Cynthia grabbed a robe from the end of the bed and headed for the bathroom. When she got to the bathroom Cynthia was relieved there was no one using it. After filling the bath she eased herself in and just allowed the water soak in and at the same time resolved to stay for a long to stay in it for a long time. As she lazed in the bath Cynthia recalled the previous night. She had been drugged and duped into lesbian sex. She should be angry but wasn't and she couldn't understand why. As she recalled the pleasure she had experienced she began to finger her pussy imagining that it was happening once again. Cynthia's fantasy was shattered when there was a heavy knock on the bathroom door. "Cynthia, are you in there?" It was Linda's voice. Cynthia refused to answer. "Please Cynthia, I just want to see that you are alright." said Linda anxiously. "I'm fine. Now go away." responded Cynthia, trying in vain to sound angry. Linda wasn't easily put off. "Cynthia, I know you're angry and you have every right to be but let me explain." "Well go ahead and explain. Don't let me stop you," shouted Linda. "Not here Cynthia. Come into town with me and we'll have breakfast. I'll explain everything. I promise. Please Cynthia." Linda's pleading struck Cynthia as genuine. She sighed and then spoke again. "Give me a few minutes and I'll meet you at the car," she replied. "Ok," answered Linda with relief clearly coming from her voice. It was just a five minute drive in the car to the café although to Linda it felt like hours. She tried to break the silence but Cynthia just nodded whenever she spoke. They ordered breakfast and sat at the table. "You wanted to explain?" said Cynthia in a matter of fact tone. "You and me have a lot in common," began Linda. "I don't think so," interrupted Cynthia. Linda raised her hand as if to restrain Cynthia. "Hear me out. My husband walked out..." "Mine didn't," retorted Cynthia. "No, but he ignores you," countered Linda. It was all too much for Cynthia as her lips began to quiver. Linda put her arm around her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, honestly," she said with compassion as Cynthia cried on her shoulder. "Men, they just never know when they have a good thing!" said Linda in anger. For some reason it made Cynthia laugh and she pulled away. She dried her eyes as their breakfast was laid on the table and an embarrassed Cynthia turned away. "Cynthia, I'm sorry I did what I did last night but you can't deny you enjoyed it," said Linda. "It was the drug you used," answered Cynthia, sounding defensive. Linda laughed. "That simply relaxed you. The rest of it was your own free will. You did enjoy it though. Didn't you?" asked Linda. Cynthia gave an embarrassed smile and nodded. "It's just that..." Cynthia paused. "Yes?" Linda asked encouraged. "Johnnie used the same trick on me." Cynthia said and her face reddened. "He did? Oh that little bastard. Wait till I get my hands on him!" declared Linda in anger. "You didn't know?" replied Cynthia, totally surprised at Linda's reaction. "No I didn't," responded Linda somewhat curtly. "I'm sorry, Linda," responded Cynthia in a penitential voice. Oh I'm not angry at you, Cynthia," assured Linda. "It's just I developed that formula in college and kept it secret. Only Johnnie knew that I kept it at the house. He must have taken it without telling me." she continued. "I'm very sorry Cynthia." "There's one other thing you should know, Linda..." Cynthia paused again. "What is it?" asked Linda anxiously. Cynthia took a deep breathe. "Johnnie and me, we, we..." Linda comprehended and laughed. She took Cynthia's hands into her own. "Then he has good taste," she said good humouredly. "You're not angry?" asked Cynthia, surprised and relieved at Linda's reaction. "My dear woman you only confirmed what I suspected. He's a big boy and he doesn't need me to guide him. I know it's coming from me but please don't do anything to hurt him." "I'd never do that, Linda." responded Cynthia with an assuring voice. "Good enough. Our sons are very precious, Cynthia. We carry around inside us for nine months. They hurt us sometimes but we still love them. We love them in a way our men don't really understand. Cynthia nodded in agreement and at the same time she felt Linda was referring to her own relationship with Douglas. "Now, let's eat up. The girls have a busy day pencilled in for us," continued Linda. Cynthia looked at Linda quizzically. "No tricks?" "No tricks. I promise," laughed Linda in return. Sure enough they had a busy day. When Linda and Cynthia got back to the house the others were waiting for them with a tour bus for a trip some of the most beautiful countryside. They lunched at a hotel before returning to the house after eight that night. They had supper together and after some more drinks and chatter Cynthia finally retired to her room. She didn't undress though. She rested on the bed and thought her sexual encounter with Linda and Catherine. Like her earlier experiences with Johnnie it seemed to awake yet another avenue of sexual craving. Restlessly Cynthia tossed and turned on the bed as she continued to be tortured by the images of naked female bodies in her head. Finally Cynthia got up and left her room. She walked down the corridor and knocked on another room door. The door opened and Linda stood before her. "Cynthia, come in," she said warmly. Cynthia sat on the bed and Linda sat beside her. "So what's on your mind?" asked Linda encouragingly as she held Cynthia's hand. Cynthia remained silent. She simply gazed into Linda's eyes and imaged a raging fire of lust. Slowly she edged forward and as her lips met Linda's what felt like an electric charge surged through her body. Cynthia could only assume the same feeling hit Linda as well because in moments both women stripped each other naked. As the wonderful sensation of their warm bodies clashed they indulged their wildest fantasies with each other. They got into a sixty-nine position and began to ravish each other's pussy. "Mmmm," was all Linda and Cynthia could out as if eating a delicious dessert. Finally, as their juices gathered and then flowed, both their orgasms were huge and they sighed deeply in both relief and sexual satisfaction. Linda and Cynthia rested together and gathered their thought. Cynthia sat up and was about to leave Linda stopped her. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Back to my room." responded Cynthia uneasily. "To hell you are. Come here," replied Linda in a dominant tone and pulled the woman towards her. Both women giggled as they disappeared under the bed clothes. Eventually they fell asleep cradled in each others arms. A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 03 Chris walked into the kitchen unsure of the greeting he was to receive. "Hi mom." Karen's puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks assured him all was not to be well. "Don't hi me Chris," slipping into sobs, "Don't talk to me. Don't come near me. I want you to just leave me alone while I try to deal with this. Chris, you took advantage of me. God dammit you know that I would have never, NEVER allowed that to happen. It was the same as rape. You're my son. If I couldn't trust you, who is left that I can?" "But mom, you..." "NO, don't but mom me. God knows I know what I did, I know how I reacted. Like some fuc... some ruttish bitch. I'm ashamed, God how can I look in the mirror or at you without anger or shame." "Don't you understand what you did?" she screamed. "Just stay away from me until I can sort it all out. I don't know what we're going to do, what I'm going to do. I can't work today. I can't go in like this. Just leave me be Chris, I don't want to talk to you right now." "Do you want me to move out? To leave? "No Chris, I don't want that," Karen replied brushing away her tears. "I just don't know what I want. I don't know. I just don't know. Maybe it would be best. Just go. Just go and let me think, please." It was a long week. The days were too short when he was away and what little time during the few evenings he spent at home slowed to a crawl. They occasionally passed with neither speaking. He wanted to talk to say something, but Karen always turned away. Chris finally timed his comings and goings to miss his mom completely while staying a few nights at friends. He was only going to school a half a day now and was working at the Garden Center afterwards. Chris had been at the dock unloading spring and summer stock. They were caught up and now that school was out he would be in the outside lawn and garden area full time. "Chris, I am so happy you're back. And do I ever need the help. These things are just too heavy to move around for an old woman like me." "Hi Mrs. Sovell. They've had me in back all last week." "Well Chris, it's really nice to have you up here. I've missed you." she replied as she gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. "And what did I tell you about calling me Joan? I feel old enough without you referring to me as old Mrs. Sovell. And none of that ma'am stuff either." "Uh, Joan, come on, you're not old at all. At least I don't think you are. You don't look old. I think you look really great." "Well, that's sweet of you to say. You know one of those snippy little girls at the register asked about you last week. Are you going to go up and see her? I won't say anything if you do, just don't spend too long." "No, I don't think so. I'll stay back here. What do you want me to do?" "Well hon, we need to move all these plants over there and set them up on stands. And then we have all those bags there to move and it hurts my shoulders to do it." Chris reached down lifting the planters, the feel of her large full breasts as Joan hugged him still causing some twitching between his legs. To his relief carrying the plant covered his growing erection. The morning went all too quickly. He ate lunch with Joan in the break room while she chatted away at the things she needed done at home, but aches and pains kept her from finishing. "Hey, look uh... Joan. I could stop over and help you. I'm not really doing anything else after work." "Oh could you? Really? You wouldn't mind? That would be so sweet but I don't want to take up your time with your girlfriend or anything." "Well, I don't think I have a girlfriend right now anyway." "Oh, I thought you mentioned one the other day when you took the flowers." "Well, you know how it goes." "Oh, I'm sorry Chris. If you're not too busy later and don't care, I would love for you to stop over and help me some. You can keep me company for awhile. I'll fix something for us to eat unless you have to run home. "No, I don't have to be anywhere, but you don't need to fix anything for me." "Of course I will. If you're going to help me it's the least I can do. I guess we had better get back to work or we'll both need some help." As he returned to work, his thoughts still on the openings between the buttons of Joan's tightly stretched blouse, he heard his name. "CHRIS, Chris, I heard you were working here. How are you?" "Hey hi Aunt Jane." "Quit calling me aunt. I'm not really your aunt and do I look like an old aunt?" she laughed. "How's your Mother? I haven't talked to her in a week." "We're sort of not talking right now. She's kind of mad at me so I've been staying out of her way." "Oh, that's a shame. You want me to say something to her?" "No, no don't, it might just make it worse. Is there anything I can show you here or help you with?" Jane turned hiding the lift of her eyes as she thought of several things she would like him to do. "No no Chris, I just stopped to pick up a hanging basket for my porch. If it's kind of bad at home you know you can always stop over and stay a little while with me. I have plenty of room and that way your mom won't worry and will know where you're at. You can stop over tonight for supper while you decide. I get tired of eating alone anyway." "Uh, well Aunt Jane, I promised Mrs. Sovell I would help her some after work tonight, but maybe I'll stop over after that if you're sure it's ok?" Eyebrows slightly raising, Jane glanced toward Joan, "Well, I insist Chris. You stop over after you help out Joan. You can stay in the spare room and I'll call your mom and tell her." "No, no don't call mom. I'll tell her." "Well ok, I have to run now but I'll be expectiing you later." she said as she turned and walked over to Joan. "Hi Joan, I see you have Chris working for you? His Mother and I are good friends." "Oh, hello Jane. I haven't seen you for awhile. How have you been? Yes, Chris is working here and he's even going to stop over after work to help me with planting a few bushes. He's just the sweetest thing. I'm just getting too old I think to dig the holes to plant them." "Sure Joan, I know what you want him over for. Harold out of town?" "JANE, you hush, I wouldn't... and I never. And even if Harold was home I couldn't get him to help me plant the bushes. I've been trying to get him to plant them for a week and yesterday he had to go out of town for a few days." "Well, you be good to Chris, I love him like he was my own." "Oh don't worry Jane. I'll fix him supper and send him home. I won't work him too hard." Joan laughed. Jane turned and walked away her thoughts a blaze of hidden anger. "Sure Joan, and I bet I know just what bush you want planted." She blinked her eyes trying to push away the building fury at the picture of Joan and her Chris together. "Oh God listen to me, like he's my Chris. Well, he is, kind of." Once again Jane's thoughts returned to what she had witnessed. She had wondered how things had been at Karen's. Now she had a little idea of it. "Chris, do you know her?" Joan asked. "Yeah, she's my mom's friend. Has been forever I think." "Oh, I've seen her here and there. Jane's nice. A really petite pretty woman isn't she? Nothing like my big ole butt dragging around here." Chris tried to cover his laugh, "Joan, I told you that you look great. I'm not kidding. You really do. I mean, you've got a great figure. I mean, what do you want me to tell you?" "Yeah sure, for an old woman you mean. Well, just keep up what you're saying. You're doing fine." Joan grinned. "No, come on now, I mean it." "Well, ok Chris. You are just the sweetest thing." The day finished quickly and soon enough he found himself digging in the wet dirt planting bushes for Mrs. Sovell. "CHRIS? Chris, you come in now as soon as you finish. I have dinner for you." Chris walked around back to kick his muddy shoes off. "Oh Chris, you've gotten dirt and mud all over you. Here, come with me," Joan said as she lead him back to the adjoining bath in her bedroom. "Put your clothes in this basket and I'll throw them in the wash. It will only take an hour. Here is a robe for you to wear until they're done. As soon as you finish with your shower come eat." "No Mrs. Sovell. I can't have you do all that." "Hush, it's no problem at all. I have some of my own to do." Chris undressed pushing the basket into the hall and taking his shower. He ate a small supper as Joan moved around cleaning and straightening her house. Chris got up and walked back the hall looking for his clothes. Stepping into Joan's bedroom he found her folding the laundry. Watching her bend over the basket, her breasts stretching the white material of her blouse, his erection pushed unnoticed against the borrowed bathrobe. "Oh, hi Chris. Was your supper ok? Did you get..." as Joan turned her eyes were captivated as the sash had loosened and gravity now slowly parted the robe, the opening sliding down the length of his cock. "Uh, Chris, Chris hon." her hands trembling. "You... you need to..." Chris shrugged realizing it was too late now to cover up. He stepped forward watching to see what Joan would do. She stood frozen in place a range of emotions shaking her, but it was too late. She could only see the bouncing waving hardness as Chris came closer. He reached out taking her hand pulling it against him. He felt her wrist graze the rounded tip of his cock as her fingers encircled him. Fingertips lifting her chin, Chris kissed her, lips muffling her soft cry of resistance. "Chris, I can't, we mustn't." her lips helplessly against his. "Then, let go." his whisper caressing her lips. "I can't, oh God I can't," as her full lips began to move, lightly brushing over his. He backed her slowly against the bed unzipping her shorts and pushing them down over her soft hips, falling to the carpet. His lingering kiss held her as his fingers unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it over her shoulders to hang from the hand that was now begining to move back and forth. The hooks of her bra parted, straps slipping from her shoulders, her heavy pendulous breasts falling free against his chest, her bra dangling with her blouse. "Let go Mrs. Sovell." "Joan," she whispered through his warm breath. "Chris, I'm afraid." He reached down easing her hand away, her clothes falling. Chris pushed her back onto the bed. His eyes were rivited to her large smooth breasts, the areolas large dark brown circles sweetly tipped with her large stiffened nipples. His hands reached for the waist of her white cotton panties pulling them over her full well rounded hips and to the floor. Joan pushed herself back on the bed reaching to grasp his cock again, her fingers in vain trying to encircle the warm hardness as she quietly cried, "Hurry Chris, please, before I say no." The heady rich scent of her sex widened his eyes, his cock was twitching, jerking uncontrollably in her small hand wetting her wrist as the tip slid across her. "Oh my God, oh my God oh God Chris, hurry, come here... please hurry, hurry Chris." "His hand could feel the heat from her pussy as it slipped between her heavy thighs, fingers easily pushing between the sodden lips and inside her. Joan gasped as his teeth lightly bit her nipple. A keening moan escaped as he sucked it hard between his lips. "Chris, now, I need it now," she cried pulling him over her and upwards their lips pressing urgently together. Joan's hand quickly pressed his hardness to her moist folds, pushing him between them. Her thighs opened wide, her knees pulling up. Her hands grasped his arms. Long polished nails dug deep, her signal of his entry. "Stop, stop... don't move, please wait." Chris paused feeling her muscles convulse around the hard length of him inside her. "Ok, ok now, now Chris... take me." she whispered. As her hands held her breasts up to him Chris began to slowly move back and forth inside her, both suddenly jarred from the intense pleasure at the ring of the bedside phone. "Chris, stop, stop, please don't move. Oh my God I forgot, he calls every evening at this time. I have to answer it. It's my husband. Don't say anything, please, please Chris not a whisper." "Hi hon. Fine, how are you, how are things going?... I had a salad tonight Harold what did you have?" Chris wickedly grinned as his cock twitched and jerked inside her. Joan's eyes closed as her teeth bit her bottom lip. He moved slowly pulling away to the very tip, then gently, quietly pushing back inside her. Joan tightened her thighs trying to stop him, but Chris slid easily between them. Her fingertips dug deeper into his arm, sharp nails biting. "Yes hon, weather is fine. Oh, it's just... Someone from the Center helped me plant the bushes and I did some house work, that's all. Just ran in to grab the phone so I'm a little out of breath is all." Chris watched as her eyes opened. He could see the panic in them, her head twisting no, pleading. He knew he was winning the quiet struggle as her hips moved for him, her knees lifting. A slow rocking rhythm as he pushed deeper inside her. "Hon, Harold, I have to run, really. I have to go. I have to pay... the boy... from the center. He's waiting... I'm sorry, I... have to run. Call me later?" The phone fell to the carpet as she missed the cradle. "Chris, I can't do this. That was my husband and I feel terrible, please I can't anymore. Please stop." Chris stopped moving, his hips pressed tightly to the back of her thighs, his cock twitching inside her. "Then push me away Mrs. Sovell." Joan closed her eyes turning her face away. "I can't, oh God I can't." "What do you want me to do?" "Do it." "Do what?" "I just want you to do it, please Chris." "Do what? What do you want me to do," Chris whispered as his warm breath and lips lightly played across her cheek. Joan paused, then as her eyes opened looking up at him she moaned, "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me Chris." He grinned as he pulled back and drove himself into her. Her breasts shook and her knees rocked to his thrusts. She looked up at him and whispered between gasps, "I'll get you for that bit with the phone. Oh you'll pay Chris. You'll pay for that." Her arms pulled him closer as desire, need, and the incredible sensations of his cock sliding inside her pushed away everything else. Her breasts ached as she gasped. Her hips burned with passion from the unrelenting thrusts. Her face flushed with heat as she felt her orgasm nearing. Her muscles tensed, then turned to jelly as her pussy convulsed around the hard length pounding inside her. "Oh God, hon... hurry.. hurry... there, oh God cum with me... ohhhhhh.... please hon... cum in me... now, there... nowwwwwwwwwww.. yes..... yes.... there... right there..." Chris sat up watching Joan sleep. He quietly dressed letting himself out. He liked Joan and knew that no one should see him leave. It was a long walk to the nearest all night fast food place where he sat and waited until it was time to go to work. "Karen?" "Oh, hello Jane." "Have you heard from Chris?" "No, not for days and I'm a little worried. Have you seen him or know where he is staying?" "I talked to him at the Garden Center yesterday when I was there. He looked fine. He told me that you two weren't talking but didn't get into why. He was going to Joan's after work to help her with some bushes. Afterwards he was supposed to come here. I was going to make him supper and see if I could get him to go home and talk to you." "Jane, the money Joan's husband makes? You told me he was a banker or something didn't you? She could have hired someone to do that couldn't she?" "Well, I think maybe she has taken to him. They work together and she said something about fixing him supper and then sending him home. It looks like the sending him home part didn't work out." "Jane, you don't think...?" "Oh Karen, I don't think so. Surely he wouldn't. Not with her? That conniving old bitch might want him to though. I don't know. You know how young men are. But Chris is so nice. Maybe he wouldn't? I'm hoping he'll stop over after work today. If he does I'll fix him something to eat and talk to him, try to get him to call you or go home." "I do miss him Jane. I hate it being at home alone. I'm so used to him being here and helping me with things. I miss him so much I can hardly stand it. It's just, we really had a terrible misunderstanding. It's been going on two weeks since we've talked. I haven't seen him for almost a week. I don't even know for sure where he is." "Don't worry Karen. Don't worry. I'll talk to him tonight and bring him home." "Ok, I have to run, I have this damn meeting I have to go to. I'll talk to you later. Ok?" "Ok Karen, Bye now." Karen buried her face in her hands. "God, why don't these fucking women leave him alone. He's my son. I want him home. Jane. Jane wouldn't would she?" Yet Karen knew. She would. The pang of jealousy bit into her deep as the corners of her eyes filled and her lip trembled. The thought of Chris with that Joan woman, or even Jane... Karen shivered with despair. She would be a little late getting away from work tonight, but she would start calling Jane as soon as she got home. She wiped her eyes and picked up her folders and walked to the hallway. "Hi Karen, I'm going to your meeting too. I was assigned to your project so I guess I'm working for you." "Oh, hi John. Well, we always need good legal help." The nearness of him made her nervous as he brushed against her walking down the hall. "My God Karen," she thought. "Get control of yourself." She stopped suddenly, realizing it wasn't John... "Was it? The little tingling sensations began when she was talking to Jane about Chris." "Karen? Karen? Are you alright?" "Oh, sure, I'm sorry John. I just got lost for a moment. Something I have to do tonight." As her lips tightened and she straightened her walk she thought... "Yes, yes, something I have to do." Work went well, considering. Joan didn't mention the previous night and Chris didn't bring it up either. He figured he would wait until she said something. As they walked out she turned and hugged him, kissing his cheek whispering, "Thank you Chris. You were wonderful, you really were. Maybe, I'll buy another bush." As she turned to walk away Joan paused looking back, "But I'll still get you for that little meaness with the phone." He stared as she walked away to her car. The stirring in his jeans growing to uncomfortable lengths from the feel of her breasts pressed against him. "Well, tonight he guessed he would go over to Aunt Jane's and eat supper. See what happens from there. He had a couple friends he could stay the night with or he could stay at Jane's. It didn't look like it would be another night with Joan." "Chris, Chris where have you been?" Jane exclaimed as she opened the door. "You were supposed to be here yesterday. I was worried about you. She stretched to her tiptoes to reach up and hug him tightly. "Well, I'm glad you're here now. Come on, sit down while I fix you something to eat. Did you work today? How was it? Do you have to work tomorrow? Oh listen to me, I am asking questions quicker than you can answer." "That's ok, and I don't need anything to eat. I got something on the way over here. I just wanted to stop and let you know I was ok." "Well, that was nice of you Chris. You can stay the night here and I can run you to work in the morning if you like. That is, unless you want me to run you home?" "No, uh... I don't know about that. Maybe I should, could uh, maybe stay here for the night? I have some clothes in my backpack if I could wash them?" "Of course. I have the spare room ready Chris and I'll throw your clothes in the wash. Lets go back and I'll get you something to wear to bed." A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 03 A few days after her adventure with Linda Cynthia sat at the table in the kitchen waiting for her dinner to cook in the oven. Over a glass of wine she thought about what had occurred. She couldn't believe she had instigated the lesbian seduction of a woman. Linda seemed to have expected it but Cynthia didn't. What was worse was the fact that Cynthia, in her ecstatic, drug induced stupor had practically revealed her own sexual desire to seduce or be seduced by her step daughter Lucy. Even more were the vividly erotic dreams Cynthia had about them both. They were so realistic that Cynthia woke up soaking wet each morning. It was all an alien world to Cynthia. After all, she had thirteen years of solid Catholic education what she had indulged in was totally frowned on by the nuns who thought her. Cynthia thought of one nun in particular, Sister Gertrude, or "Flaming knickers" the girls called her. Sister Gertrude, with her round gold rimmed glasses gave everyone the impression she had been born old. She was also worse than any priest for preaching hellfire and damnation. One could imagine smoke billowing from her nostrils whenever she ranted. She didn't have to speak to show her disproval. Her favourite way of frowning was to push her gold rimmed glasses to the edge of her nose and look over them. Her expression said it all. Cynthia shuddered as she could just imagine how this nun would react now. The doorbell rang and Cynthia's thoughts were broken. "Lucy!" cried Cynthia as she opened the door and recognised the young woman. "Come on in," she said as she kissed her cheek. Lucy Tyrell was the twenty-four year old daughter of Donald. She had been conceived weeks before Donald and Cynthia's wedding when he had had a drunken one night stand with Louise Ormand a then twenty year old intern at the law office. Donald only found out about his daughter when Louise appeared one day demanding money to send their daughter to college and then university. When he broke the news to Cynthia it almost destroyed their marriage. It took a long time for Cynthia to forgive her husband. She wasn't even sure if she really trusted him while he worked in London. Nonetheless, Cynthia gradually treated Lucy as a step daughter and they really got on well together. She was very grateful to Lucy, who was now a qualified Solicitor, when she tried in vain to persuade Douglas not to drop out of university. Lucy's success added to Cynthia's agony as she witnessed Douglas's decline. The only thing that concerned Donald and Cynthia was the fact that Lucy had recently married the weak minded Malcolm Tyrell a solicitor who worked at the same firm. "Hello Mum," was Lucy's response as she kissed her stepmother on the cheek. Lucy had referred to Cynthia as Mum since her own mother had vanished two years ago leaving substantial gambling debts. Louise, Lucy's mother, left no note for her or any means of contacting her. In her distress Lucy turned to Cynthia and the latter was only too willing give her step daughter a shoulder to cry on. When the news of the gambling debts broke and various unsavoury people demanded their money Lucy's boss as well as her husband Malcolm rallied to Lucy's defence and fought off all her attackers using all legal means to do so. While this was going on Donald and especially Cynthia gave her unwavering support through out this entire ordeal. It was something Lucy vowed never to forget. Up to a few days ago Cynthia had never seen Lucy as anything but her daughter. Indeed, she had never seen any woman in a sexual way. Now, however, as Lucy walked through the hall that led to the living room, Cynthia couldn't resist licking her lips lustfully. Lucy was slightly shorter than Cynthia as well as a little heavier. Nevertheless Lucy still cut a fine figure. Her legs were long and smooth encased in black tights. Her skirt was several inches above her knees. Her black jacket failed to hide the fact that her medium breasts were straining to escape the confines of her bra and white blouse. "A glass of wine?" asked Cynthia. "Thanks Mum," responded Lucy as she sat down and crossed her legs. Cynthia poured the wine and handed the glass to Lucy before she sat in the chair opposite. "So, what brings you around?" asked Cynthia curiously. Lucy kicked off her heels and sighed. "Oh nothing, just a frustrating day at the office, that's all. I hope you don't mind?" replied Lucy sounding tired. "Of course not dear, you're always welcome here and I love your company." responded Cynthia. "Thanks Mum," said Lucy with a smile as she accepted the glass of wine. There was a momentary pause as she sipped then Lucy spoke again. "I saw you speaking to Douglas during the week. I thought Dad forbade any contact with him?" Cynthia looked at Lucy in alarm but Lucy moved quickly to allay her fears. "Don't worry Mum. I have no intention of telling Dad or anyone else. To tell the truth, Dad is very wrong to isolate him. We need to try and get him back on track." Suddenly Cynthia was overwhelmed and she wept inconsolably. "Oh Lucy, Don't you think I've tried?" she said as she cried bitterly. Lucy was startled at the outburst and dashed to her stepmother's side and held her. "Oh Mom, I didn't mean to upset you. I only wanted to let you know that I support you one hundred per cent," responded Lucy as she fought back her own tears. "Thank you, dear. That means so much to me," replied Cynthia. "I worry about you both but since Douglas left university I can't help but worry for him." concluded Cynthia. "Well, first of all don't worry about me. I'm a big girl. Douglas will be alright too. I know he will," said Lucy consolingly. "I can't help thinking of that terrible storm last week, Lucy. I imagined Douglas in some leaky hovel. I even went out looking for him," Cynthia replied still sounding distressed. Lucy was amazed and concerned. "You shouldn't have done that, Mom. You could have been hurt. Douglas was safe. In fact I know he was," said Lucy, trying to control her own words. Cynthia looked at Lucy with a puzzled look. "How do you know?" she asked. "Just a feeling, that's all," responded Lucy. Then she changed the subject. "Tell you what. Why don't you come down and stay with me this weekend?" she said. "What?" replied Cynthia, surprised at Lucy's offer. "Well, Malcolm is away in London on a case until next week and I know Dad won't be here either. It must be lonely for you. What do you say?" "You wouldn't mind?" asked Cynthia, sounding like a child who just been compensated for a broken toy. "Of course not. We'll be company for each other. So is that a yes?" "Yes," said Cynthia joyfully as she kissed her step daughter's cheek. Lucy looked at her watch and put her heels on. "I've got to go. I'll pick you up at four on Friday. OK?" "Ok and thank you dear," replied Cynthia as she blew her nose. "Not at all and stop worrying Mom. Things will work out." said Lucy as she headed for her car. The fact was that neither woman had been honest with the other. Cynthia was too ashamed and afraid to admit her sexual desires. Lucy for her part had an even bigger secret. As she drove home it started to rain again and Lucy thought back to the night of the storm that Cynthia had referred to. It was late on Monday night. The lightning flashed followed by a ferocious sound of thunder as it rolled across the sky. The heavy torrential rain virtually guaranteed that there would be no one calling that night. Malcolm amused himself with his model railway in his den while Lucy settled down to read in the living room. Lucy was surprised when the doorbell rang. Then as she made her way to the door there was a heavy desperate sounding knocking. As Lucy opened it she was startled when a tall dark ghostly looking figure stood there and then collapsed in the hallway. This combined with a flash of lightning made Lucy scream. "Oh my God, Douglas! What on earth has happened to you?" she cried as she uncovered the face of the man and recognised it. Douglas was unable to speak. He was shaking badly. It was clear to Lucy that her half brother was seriously ill. She managed to get his soaking black dirty overcoat off but when she tried to move him he was too heavy for her. "Malcolm!" screamed Lucy at the top of her voice. There was no response. She rushed down to the den and pushed the door open. "Didn't you hear me call? I need your help." Lucy shouted at her husband. Malcolm jumped with a start, dropping a model train engine as he did so. "Yes dear," he replied in a repentant tone. Lucy shook her head. It was hard for her to believe she had married one of the most brilliant legal minds in the country and yet he was no more than a child in her hands. "Who's that?" asked Malcolm when he saw the body in the hallway. "It's my brother. Now help me get him to the bathroom," responded Lucy angrily. Malcolm obeyed without question as he took Douglas's arm and brought him to the bathroom. "Well don't just stand there man. Get his clothes off," ordered Lucy as she switched on the shower. Once again Malcolm meekly obeyed and nervously began to undress Douglas. "For God's sake Malcolm, hurry up," yelled Lucy as she simply ripped the raggedy shirt from Douglas's body. When they finally had Douglas naked Lucy pushed him into the path of the hot steamy water. The stink from his body was repulsive and Lucy applied the soap and began to scour. "Aaagh," screamed Douglas as the shock of the hot water struck his body and he blindly lashed out. "Alright Douglas, Take it easy. It's Lucy. Just relax," said Lucy as she tried to calm her half brother. "Sis?" cried Douglas, sounding like a little schoolboy and coughing heavily. "It's alright Douglas. You're safe now," replied Lucy in a kindly manner. "Oh sis, I'm so sorry," cried Douglas and he continued to cough. Satisfied he was clean and warm enough Lucy helped her half brother from the shower and after drying him wrapped him in a warm bathrobe while Malcolm supported him. "He ought to see a doctor," said Malcolm. "Look outside, Malcolm. Who in their right mind would be out in this weather?" asked Lucy. Malcolm simply nodded as they both dragged Douglas to the spare bedroom. When they had put him to bed Lucy turned again to her husband. "Keep an eye on him while make up some soup," she said in a commanding tone. Again, Malcolm meekly obeyed. Lucy returned after about half an hour and sitting on the bed she slowly coaxed Douglas into swallowing the soup. She looked up at her husband who was still looking on blankly. "Alright Malcolm, You can go back to your toys. I'll stay here with him." she said with a little sarcasm in her voice. Lucy sat in the chair opposite the bed where Douglas was sleeping when Malcolm opened the door and stuck his head in cautiously. "Are you coming to bed?" he asked. "No," replied Lucy in a firm tone. "I'll stay with Douglas. You can tell them in the office that I'll be working from home for the next few days." Malcolm nodded. "Good night, dear." he said before closing the door. Lucy just nodded. *** Lucy was starting to dose in the chair when she heard Douglas mumbling. She could see he was shaking again. "So cold," he stammered as he continued to shake. Lucy put more blankets on but it was no use. Finally, in desperation, she stripped to her underwear and got into the bed beside her half brother and held him tightly against her own body, hoping this would ease his suffering. Douglas wrapped his arms around his near naked half sister as if hugging his mother and after what seemed like an eternity he finally settled into a peaceful slumber. Exhausted, Lucy too, followed Douglas and fell fast asleep. *** The dawn was just breaking when Lucy woke up. It took her a moment to remember why she had shared her half brother's bed. She gently eased herself from his arms and pulled the covers off before getting out. Lucy couldn't help but gaze at Douglas's naked body before replacing the covers. It was the first time she had seen him naked and suddenly a strange feeling of lust and desire entered her. She couldn't understand it. Lucy had never seen Douglas as nothing more than her half brother. She just couldn't get the image of Douglas lying naked on the bed out of her head. Sex with Malcolm was non existent. He was no way adventurous. Although Lucy kept herself busy at the office the recent pause in looking after Douglas made her think about the lack of fire in her marriage. Lucy had no idea that Cynthia was in the same boat. Unlike Lucy however, Cynthia had found her outlet with Johnnie Merton as well as his mother Linda. Breakfast was a quiet affair and as usual Malcolm just kissed his wife before grabbing his briefcase and coat and drove off to the office. Lucy picked up the phone to call the doctor. *** "Yes, a very bad chest infection," said Doctor Patterson as he eased Douglas back on the bed. He adjusted his glasses before putting his instruments back into his bag and extracted a small bottle of pills. "Just give him two of these now and follow the course through. Keep him warm and he should be as right as rain in a day or two. If not, call me," concluded the elderly doctor. "Thank you, Doctor," said Lucy with relief in her voice as she led him to the door. The doctor simply nodded and smiled. When Lucy reached the bedroom Douglas was out of bed searching. "What are you doing? Get back into that bed at once!" Lucy sounded like an old style matron. "Where are my clothes, sis?" asked Douglas. "I threw them out. They weren't worth washing. Now get back into that bed," demanded Lucy. Douglas knew better than to argue with her and got back into bed. "Take these," said Lucy as she handed him the pills and a glass of water. "What on Earth were you doing out in that storm last night?" asked Lucy like a concerned mother. "I went down to Shelton beach to walk along the prom. I missed the last bus and I hadn't enough for a taxi so I walked." responded Douglas, still a little weak. "You walked seven miles in that rain? No wonder you're sick," scolded Lucy. Lucy sighed and looked at Douglas. "Get some sleep. I have some work to do. I'll bring you up some lunch in a few hours." she said. "No need..." Douglas was cut off. "Do as you're told!" ordered his half sister. No more was said and Douglas did indeed sleep soundly. *** Douglas was starting to wake up as Lucy entered the bedroom with a tray in her hands. He rubbed his eyes before he pulled himself up resting his head on the head board as Lucy placed the tray on the bed. "At least your appetite is back," joked Lucy as Douglas ate ravenously. Douglas pushed the tray slightly back when he was finished and Lucy picked it up. He looked down at his chest and it was only then that he realised he was naked and then looked at Lucy. "Who took my clothes off?" asked Douglas, sounding shocked as he did so. "I did," responded Lucy with a laugh. "What?" cried an embarrassed Douglas suddenly becoming shy and covering his bare chest with a blanket. Lucy laughed again, amused by her half brother's blushes. "Oh come off it Douglas. You haven't anything I haven't seen before. You're quite good looking you know?" concluded Lucy. She put the tray on the side table and went to the drawer. "Put these on. They're brand new and should fit," said Lucy as she put a pair of plain blue pyjamas on the bed. She picked up the tray and headed for the door. "Wait!" cried Douglas and Lucy swung around. "I had a strange dream last night. You were in sexy purple underwear. You got into bed beside me and we slept together," continued Douglas. It was Lucy's turn to blush. "In your dreams, buster," responded Lucy with a hearty laugh. For the first time Douglas gave a smile. He spoke again as Lucy was just leaving the room. "I mean it sis. You are very sexy." For a moment Lucy paused but remained silent. As she stood outside the closed door Lucy, supporting the tray with one hand, put her free hand to her mouth to try and stifle a giggle. She made her way to the kitchen. *** That same night, still thinking of Douglas and what he said, Lucy dressed in a very short nightdress that also exposed a lot of cleavage hoping somehow Malcolm would use his imagination and allow himself to be seduced. However and not to Lucy's surprise, Malcolm was already asleep when she returned to their bedroom. For a few moments she sat on the bed beside her sleeping husband and sighed in frustration. After some moments Lucy heard Douglas' words repeating in her head. "I mean it, sis. You are very sexy." A sudden and wicked thought entered her mind and Lucy got up and left the bedroom quietly. With determination she made her way to the spare bedroom and opened the door without hesitation. Douglas was sitting up in bed reading a paper when his half sister suddenly appeared. He put the paper down and looked up. "What's the matter, sis? Can't you sleep?" Lucy remained silent. She simply removed her nightdress to reveal her naked body. "What the hell are you doing?" asked Douglas, pretending to sound shocked. "Shut up, Douglas and move over," was all Lucy replied as she climbed in beside him. She opened his pyjama top and began to kiss and lick his bare chest. Lucy stopped and looked up at Douglas. "Make love to me, Douglas," she said. Douglas didn't need to be asked twice. The sight of his half sister's beautiful body was a turn on. Her plea to make love to her simply unleashed his own desires. He turned Lucy on her back and gently mounted her. Discarding his pyjama top Douglas began to kiss Lucy passionately. Lucy shuddered with excitement as her half brother moved to her neck and began alternatively kissing, sucking and licking is he did so. This made her moan with each of Douglas's movements. "Oh my God," cried Lucy as Douglas arrived at her medium breasts and began to lick and suck her hardened nipples. First of all Douglas made a circular movement around Lucy's breast with his tongue. Each movement decreased in radius until finally he reached the summit and the prize of her nipple. "Oooh," moaned Lucy when Douglas moved down the deep valley between her breasts and began to work on her left breast, much to her satisfaction and her moans became deeper. Douglas travelled down his half sister's waist eventually reaching her trimmed pussy. After a momentary pause Douglas drilled through Lucy's pussy lips. "Oh my God," Lucy cried repeatedly as Douglas proceeded to lash her clit. Lucy could feel her love juices slowly gather has her half brother continued to plunder her clit with his tongue. As her pleasure began to build there was almost anticlimax as Douglas suddenly withdrew his tongue. It was only a few seconds though as he gently replaced it with his cock and began to pound her hard. Lucy for her part gripped Douglas's bare hips and held them as if guiding him in his movement. Her body reacted to his movements and they both finally settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. "Oh fuck, Douglas. Keep going, keep going," Cried Lucy encouraging her half brother by her words. Their breathing became deeper with each stroke and they began to perspire. Eventually neither were able to hold back any longer. Douglas's cum and Lucy's Juices finally collided producing a huge orgasm for them both. Douglas and Lucy sighed with sexual satisfaction as they collected their thoughts. Lucy rested her head on her half brother's bare chest. After a few moments Douglas spoke. "I have to hand it to you, sis. You're quite a woman." he said. "Thank you, bro. You're not bad yourself, you're excellent, actually," she responded as she kissed him before settling down beside him. A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 03 "I wonder what Malcolm would say?" asked a concerned Douglas. "Hah, he won't even notice," replied Lucy with a slight contemptuous laugh. Lucy snuggled up to Douglas and he in turn hugged her. In a few moments they both fell asleep cradled in each others arms. There was to be two more nights of sexual passion between them before Douglas insisted on returning to his flat. Lucy was right about Malcolm. On each occasion he never once noticed his wife missing from their marital bed. As Lucy drove into the drive of her house she realised that thinking about had had transpired between her and Douglas had made her wet. Once inside the house she stripped rapidly and headed for the shower. While in the shower she once again thought of Douglas and began to masturbate. Something she had never done before. A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 04 The following Friday, as she promised, Lucy picked Cynthia up from her house and drove to her own luxurious flat across the other side of town. They chatted and joked all the way but Lucy never mentioned Douglas or the romp they had. Cynthia, for her part, was like an excited schoolgirl. It was wonderful surprise when her stepdaughter invited over for the weekend. Although she was affluent and had her own successful business Cynthia was far from happy. Her son Douglas had dropped out of university and his father had kicked him out with instructions never to see him again despite Cynthia's protests. However Cynthia defied Donald and helped her son by paying the rent on his flat and occasionally giving him money. She had even tried to talk him into returning to university but to no avail. What really bothered Cynthia though was the fact that Douglas hung out with Johnnie Merton and his gang. Johnnie was another university drop out. When Cynthia confronted Johnnie she ended up being gangbanged. Even Johnnie's mother, Linda, became involved when she tricked Cynthia into a lesbian threesome. Instead of being angry with them both Cynthia became all too aware of her lack of sexual satisfaction and adventure. First of all she allowed Johnnie to seduce her and she had regular sex sessions with him. It was Johnnie who made her realise just how lonely she really was. Firstly her husband away in London and her son having being banished from the family home. She had even seduced Linda. All this opened many sexual fantasies and desires for Cynthia. She even fantasised about making love to her stepdaughter, Lucy. That night Cynthia had a bath before going to the theatre with Lucy. It was a wonderful play that they both enjoyed. The following day both she had Lucy spent the morning shopping and lunched at Lucy's favourite restaurant. Later Lucy challenged Cynthia to a game of tennis. Initially she tried to decline but Lucy teased her that she was afraid she would be beaten. Cynthia's only fear, unknown to Lucy, was that she's meet Johnnie there but her fears were groundless as it had been Johnnie's day off. The former amateur champion, despite been twenty odd years older, prevailed over her stepdaughter. Now tired and having enjoyed a fine dinner that Lucy had cooked Cynthia sat on the settee and sighed. Lucy handed her a glass of wine. "Thank you, Lucy. That was a fine meal and thank you for such a wonderful day." she said as she accepted the wine. "You're more than welcome, Mum," replied Lucy as she sat down beside Cynthia holding her own glass. As the wine flowed both women began to loosen up. They initially joked abut their respective husbands' faults but then Lucy began to speak of her sexual frustrations over Malcolm. As she listened, Cynthia was astonished when she realised that both she and Lucy had common problems. Lucy even spoke of the possibility of taking a lover. Her heart ached as her stepdaughter poured out her woes. "Men!" cried Cynthia as she echoed Linda Merton's words in frustration and anger. Lucy laughed heartily. This in turn made Cynthia laugh. More wine followed and soon both Cynthia and Lucy had more than they normally would. They teased each other using words they would never otherwise use. Then Cynthia did something she never did before and stared into Lucy's blue eyes. Lucy seemed entranced by her stepmother's gaze. Cynthia put her glass down on the table and Lucy followed suit. Cynthia slowly moved towards her stepdaughter. Lucy's posture didn't change as she seemed to just surrender to the inevitable. When Cynthia's lips touched hers Lucy felt something that resembled and electric shock run through her entire body. "I-I'm sorry, Lucy," stuttered as Cynthia pulled away. Lucy appeared to be momentarily shocked but almost instantly regained her composure. "Actually, I quite liked it," was her response as she put her hand underneath Cynthia's chin and returned her kiss. It lasted longer and was more passionate. When they broke off Lucy remained silent but took her stepmother by the hand and led her to the bedroom. As Lucy and Cynthia stood facing each other in the bedroom there was a minute pause then Lucy began to unbutton Cynthia's red blouse. At the same time Cynthia also proceeded to open Lucy's. Timidly Cynthia and Lucy continued to undress each other. As they gazed into each other's eyes a sudden crazed lust seemed to take over and they stripped more rapidly. Gone was the thought they were in some way related. Lust and passion was all they could think of. Once naked Lucy intended to guide Cynthia to the bed but to her surprise her stepmother took complete charge and pushed her gently onto the bed. Cynthia eased herself onto Lucy and began to kiss her stepdaughter with passion, once again to Lucy's surprise. Lucy couldn't help moaning softly as Cynthia slowly moved down her body. The wonderful feeling of Cynthia's soft skin rubbing against her own was very arousing for her. "Oooh," Lucy groaned as Cynthia's nipples rubbed against hers. Lucy was absolutely amazed at Cynthia's apparent expertise in pleasuring a woman. She never for a moment that her stepmother was so skilled. "Oh my God, mum," cried Lucy as Cynthia began to suck and nibble her stepdaughter's medium breasts. Lucy's pleasure was obvious as Cynthia licked and sucked all the way down her waist. Arriving at Lucy's trimmed pussy began to probe with her finger. When she saw how pleasing this was for her stepdaughter she was about to explore with her tongue Lucy cried out. "No, stop," Lucy moved down slightly and gripping her stepmother's bare arse cheeks Lucy pulled her towards her in such a way that they settled into a sixty-nine position and began to lash each other's clit as if ravenously hungry. Eventually their love juices began to flow and Cynthia and Lucy each had one of their biggest ever orgasms. Breathing deeply, Cynthia made her way towards Lucy and the latter wrapped Cynthia's arm around her and rested her head on her stepmother's breast. Neither said anything. They simply sighed and gathered their thoughts. Lucy was the first to fall asleep with Cynthia not far behind. They spent the entire night holding each other lovingly. *** When Lucy woke up it took her a few seconds to recollect what had occurred. The soft touch of Cynthia's body finally clinched it for her and she looked up at her stepmother who was already awake beside her. "Good morning, sweetheart," said Cynthia with a smile. "Morning," Lucy responded in a disbelieving tone. "My God, Mum. We really did it. I thought it was all a dream." continued Lucy. Cynthia gave a little laugh. "Yes, dear, we really did it. Any regrets?" "Absolutely none," replied Lucy and gave her stepmother a kiss of approval. "It's just that..." Lucy hesitated. "Yes?" prompted Cynthia, sounding a little concerned. "You were absolutely amazing Mum. How? Where?" Cynthia laughed heartily. "It's a long story, Lucy. I'll relate it to you some day. Meantime, how about some breakfast?" she asked. "Oh just a few minutes more, mum, please," begged Lucy as she hugged Cynthia in a loving embrace. After a few minutes Lucy relented and Cynthia got out of bed and headed for the shower. She began to soap her body when Lucy's hands suddenly cupped her magnificent breasts. Cynthia turned around and kissed Lucy passionately as the jets of steamy water cascaded around them. Lucy took another bar of soap and soaped Cynthia's back and Cynthia did likewise for Lucy. As they washed each other Stepmother and stepdaughter would kiss various parts of each other's bodies. "I do love you, Mum," said Lucy as she continued to washed Cynthia's back. "I love you too, sweetheart," responded Cynthia. "No, really, I mean..." Lucy paused when her stepmother turned suddenly around and put a finger to Lucy's lips. "I know what you mean, dear. I love you too," said Cynthia as she planted a long passionate kiss on the younger woman's lips in the midst of the hot water that continued to spray about them. After breakfast Lucy drove Cynthia home. Cynthia gave her stepdaughter one final kiss and hug before getting out of the car. "You know, you're Dad is not here on the weekdays, Luce. Why not call over and stay the night. It would be fun?" said Cynthia with a wicked gleam in her eye. "I might just take you up on that Mum," responded Lucy with an equally wicked grin and drove home. *** Despite her declaration of love for Lucy or, perhaps because of it, Cynthia felt conflicted. While back in work she began to yearn for Johnnie Merton. This went on all week until finally she made up her mind to see him. Cynthia set a plan in motion in which she invited Jane Collins for another game of tennis. This time the young woman beat her. Cynthia didn't mind though as her attention was elsewhere. Just as she had hoped the object of her attention suddenly appeared in the form of Johnnie Merton. Jane was beside Cynthia as she passed Johnnie in the hall of the club. She slipped Johnnie a piece of paper and left without a word with Jane by her side. *** For the rest of the week Cynthia enjoyed the most wonderful sex she ever had with Johnnie. She had booked a hotel room in the next town for three nights and each time her orgasms were huge and deeply satisfying. She was resting her head on Johnnie's bare chest when she spoke. "Johnnie?" "Yeah?" he replied uneasily. "Why don't you go back to uni?" Cynthia asked. Johnnie gave a slight laugh, surprised at Cynthia's question. He sighed deeply before he answered. "I'd love to Cyn but Mum simply couldn't afford it. The jewellery shop is barely breaking even." he responded. Cynthia looked up at Johnnie with enthusiasm on her face. "So you'd go back if you could pay your fees?" she asked. Johnnie was a little disconcerted. "Where are you going with this, Cyn?" he asked suspiciously. "Well, what if I pay your fees?" responded Cynthia cautiously. "And what about Doug?" Johnnie asked, sounding a little annoyed. "What about him?" Cynthia replied, surprised at Johnnie's tone. For the first time Cynthia saw anger in Johnnie's face. "What about him? He's your flesh and blood, Cynthia. I think he's the one you need to support," replied Johnnie, clearly angered as he jumped out of bed and got dressed. "Please Johnnie, don't be angry. Douglas doesn't want to go back. He told me so..." Johnnie interrupted her. "Doug is pigheaded. He's just like his father. He can't bring himself to admit he want's to go back," he said as he continued to dress. "Johnnie, please. I've tried to persuade him. I just know what else to do," begged Cynthia as the tears streamed down her eyes. Once again Johnnie's expression changed to compassion as Cynthia wept bitterly. "Come here, you silly girl," he said as he held her and she cried on his shoulder. "Listen to me, Cynthia. You've got to take Doug back. He doesn't belong alone in his flat any more than you deserve to be alone in that big house. You are both lonely for each other." continued Johnnie. "But his father..." Once again Johnnie cut Cynthia short. "Don't give me that. I told you before you have guts. Don't make a liar out of me, Cynthia. You've got to stand up to Don and tell him in no uncertain terms you want your son back home. Don't let Don do to you and Doug what my old man did to me and Mum, promise me," demanded Johnnie. "I promise," replied Cynthia as she wiped her eyes. Again Cynthia looked up at Johnnie. "Will you go back to uni if I pay the fees?" she asked tentatively. I don't want to owe you, Cynthia," answered Johnnie firmly. "Owe me? Johnnie, I owe you big time. You opened to me a whole new world I ever only imagined existed. I could never thank you enough," Cynthia responded trying to convey her happiness. "But is only fun, Cynthia," said Johnnie a little uneasily. Cynthia put her arms around Johnnie. "And I've never had so much fun, Johnnie, believe me," she said as she put her head on his shoulder. Johnnie sighed. "Alright, Cynthia. If it makes you happy..." Now it was Cynthia's turn to cut Johnnie off. "No! It must make you happy too," she declared firmly. Johnnie laughed. "Ok Cynthia, it works for me," he said. Cynthia hugged him and then kissed him. "Now, come back to bed," she said in a low seductive tone. "Cynthia?" whispered Johnnie while lying beside her. "Yes, Johnnie?" replied Cynthia as she turned. "Come by the arcade tomorrow and pick up Doug. I'll make sure he'll be there." said Johnnie. Once again Cynthia kissed Johnnie. "Oh thank you, Johnnie," she said, trying to hold her tears of joy. "Do you think you can go one more round?" continued Cynthia wickedly. "You bet," responded Johnnie. Cynthia released a short scream as they both disappeared under the bed covers laughing. *** After finishing at the office Cynthia drove straight to the arcade. Sure enough Johnnie was there with his gang and Douglas was with him. She wound down the window. "Douglas?" she called. Some of the gang echoed her in a mocking tone and laughed. Johnnie swung around and stared at them sternly. The entire gang were stunned into silence. Cynthia could see that Douglas was reluctant to come to her. Then Johnnie went over and spoke to him. She couldn't hear what he said but could make from his lips to go to your mother, Doug. Warily, Douglas made his way to his mother's car. "What are you doing here, Mum?" he asked. "I want you back in the house," she responded firmly. Douglas was shocked. "What about Dad?" he asked. "Oh fuck your father! Now get in. We'll go to your flat and move your things back," Douglas was stunned. He never heard his mother talk like this before. He got in and Cynthia looked at Johnnie who smiled and gave her a thumbs up. They moved his few possessions back to the house and his old room that Cynthia had insisted on keeping as it was before Douglas was forced out. "I hope you're hungry Douglas. I'm going to cook your favourite," said Cynthia enthusiastically. "But Mum, Dad's going to be angry." replied Douglas with concern. "Don't you worry about your Father, Douglas. I'll take care of him." Cynthia responded with determination in her voice. Douglas looked at his mother as if staring at a stranger. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" asked Cynthia. "I don't understand this change of heart, Mum. What's gotten into you?" her son responded. Cynthia paused and then sighed. "It's not really a change of heart, Douglas. I never wanted you to go. I should have been much more firm with your father and I regret the fact that I wasn't." she replied. "Is that all?" asked Douglas. "Oh Douglas. You have no idea what it has been like for me these past few months. I come home to an empty house after work. You're father is always in London and I've felt so lonely. I just can't take it anymore. I can't, I can't," Tears began to form in her eyes and Douglas went over and hugged her. "Oh Mum, please don't cry. I'm here now and if you want me to stay I will." declared Douglas. "Of course I want you to stay. Why do you think I kept your room?" sobbed Cynthia. "Why don't you freshen up and I'll call you when dinner is ready?" she continued. Douglas nodded and headed for the shower. After his shower he changed into a set of clothes his mother had clearly left on hid bed. While at dinner Cynthia observed Douglas as he consumed the food. "There's nothing wrong with your appetite," she laughed. "You're still the best cook in the world, Mum," was his reply. This made Cynthia laugh even harder. "So what are your plans now?" she asked her son. "I'm not sure yet, Mom. I have to earn my keep so I'll have to look for a job tomorrow." he responded. Cynthia was taken aback. It seemed Douglas had changed. What seemed like irresponsible behaviour on his part was suddenly replaced with a sense of responsibility and Cynthia liked it. She cleared her throat. "Well, if you're interested, there's a part time job at the travel agency. It could tie you over until your plans are more complete," she said uneasily. For a few seconds Douglas was silent and Cynthia was nervous fearing negative reaction. Douglas looked up at his mother and to her immense relief smiled. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Of course I am. This is peak time for holiday bookings and I know you're capable and can work under pressure," replied Cynthia. "Ok Mum, when do I start?" Douglas asked enthusiastically Cynthia laughed. She went over to her son and hugged him. "You can start Monday. I'll straighten things out in the office and you can have a little rest for the remainder of this week," she responded. After dinner Cynthia sat down and read the paper. Douglas sat on the settee and switched on the TV. Cynthia was delighted to hear the sound of someone else in the house. Although she seemed to be reading Cynthia observed that Douglas looked restless. He switched channels frequently and said very little. Finally he decided to call it a day and went up to his bedroom. "Goodnight, Mum and thanks," he said as he kissed Cynthia on her cheek before retiring. "Goodnight, dear," responded Cynthia and observed Douglas as he left the living room. Cynthia tried to resume reading but put the paper down and headed up to her son's bedroom. She gave a gentle knock on the door. "Yeah?" came from the room. When Cynthia opened the door Douglas was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head. He sat up. "What's up, Mum?" he asked. "I was going to ask you the same thing," replied Cynthia. "Aren't you happy to be back?" she continued. "What do you mean, Mum? Of course I'm happy to be back." replied Douglas sounding surprised. "I'm your mother, Douglas. I know when something is troubling you," replied Cynthia, trying not to sound too matriarchal. Douglas sighed. He looked up at Cynthia who was still dressed in her work clothes of white short sleeved blouse and knee length blue skirt and then he looked away. "You'll be angry," Douglas said as he turned away. Cynthia sat down on the bed beside her son and took his hand. "I promise you, Douglas. I won't be angry. Please tell me," said Cynthia gently. "All these months away made me realise how much I missed you, Mum," Douglas said uneasily. "And I missed you too, sweetheart..." "Please, Mum. Let me finish," cut in Douglas. A puzzled Cynthia simply nodded. Douglas stood up and turned his back to his mother. "I would often pass the travel agents in the hope of catching a glimpse of you. As the weeks went on I began to see you in a different light." Douglas paused. "I don't understand..." Once again Douglas cut in. Please, Mum. Even when we met I saw you not as my mother but a very beautiful and sexy lady that I dearly desire to make love to." finished Douglas nervously. Cynthia was gob smacked. She couldn't believe what she just heard. "I told you you'd be angry," declared Douglas as he stood with his back still to his mother. What happened next took him completely be surprise. Cynthia burst out laughing. "Oh Douglas," she said as she stood up and put her arms around her son. "Your ugly old mother?" she continued. Douglas swung around to face his mother and pushed her hands away. "You're neither ugly nor old, Mum. There, I've said it. Now I'd better ago," responded Douglas angrily. "Wait!" cried Cynthia and gripped Douglas's arm tightly. "I thought you'd be angry with me, Mum. I didn't expect you to laugh." said Douglas. "Oh Douglas, please believe me when I say I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at myself." replied Cynthia. "I don't understand, Mum," responded a confused Douglas. "Please, sit down, sweetheart and I'll try and explain, Answered Cynthia warmly. A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 04 Cynthia sat on the bed and patted the space beside her, coaxing her son to sit down. She sighed and then held Douglas's hand as soon as he sat beside her. "Remember what I said about the house being empty and being lonely? She said. Douglas nodded. Cynthia continued. "That fact is I hardly see your father anymore. Oh I know he's home at the weekends but we haven't ... You know?" "You haven't made love?" finished Douglas. It was Cynthia's turn to stand up with her back turned to her son. Douglas could barely hear his mother mutter "Yes," Douglas got up and put his arms around Cynthia in a loving embrace. "I'm so sorry, Mum. I didn't know." he said. "How would you?" responded Cynthia, fighting back her tears. Still embracing his mother, Douglas put his chin on her shoulder. "I meant what I said Mum. You are a very attractive and desirable woman. If Dad can't see that he's as blind as a bat." Cynthia turned around to face her son. For a moment she gazed into his eyes. She put her hand to his face and spoke. "You've changed, Douglas. You may not think it but you've grown in stature and you are one handsome young man. I've changed too." "You don't look like it," retorted Douglas. "Then let me show you," replied his mother as she pushed her son onto the bed. For a second Cynthia hesitated but then began to unbutton her white blouse. As it fell open Douglas saw his mother's sheer black slip and behind that was her plain white bra that contained her wonderful breasts. He was mesmerised by the sight and it made him hard. This did not go unnoticed by Cynthia who enjoyed the fact that she made her son hard. Putting her hand to the zipper of her navy knee length skirt Cynthia slowly pulled the zipper making sure Douglas heard the rasping sound as it went. Cynthia smiled as she could read from his facial expressions that his excitement and lust were building. The fact of the matter was that Douglas's cock was pulsating and he strained desperately to contain himself. He had never seen his mother like this and he found it exciting and erotic. It was a strange situation for Cynthia also. Up to a few weeks ago she had led what most people would term a "normal" life. Despite the fact that her husband ignored her sexually Cynthia would have never dreamed of having an affair. Yet in a very short period of time she had been gangbanged, taken a younger lover, had lesbian sex with her younger lover's mother, not to mention Douglas's half sister Lucy. Now she was undressing in front of her son and she was determined to enjoy herself. Cynthia's skirt floated to the floor revealing her full slip which she quickly removed. She turned her back. "Will you unhook me Douglas?" she asked as she lifted her golden hair. "Sure, Mum," responded a startled Douglas. He stood behind his mother and pushed down her shoulder straps before unhooking the bra. Cynthia eased the garment from her body and it joined her skirt. She was about to turn when suddenly Douglas kissed her neck. "Ooh," moaned Cynthia when her son's lips touched her neck. It sent a wonderful feeling down her entire body. Douglas kissed Cynthia's bare shoulder causing the same wonderful affect. He began to make his way down her back and each kiss resulted in a corresponding moan of satisfaction. Douglas knelt when he reached the base of Cynthia's back and gripping the rim of her plain knickers and black tights, he rolled them down together and Cynthia stepped out of them. Again Douglas stood up and once again standing behind his beautiful and very naked mother he cupped her huge breasts and squeezed them gently. At the same time he began to nibble and lick Cynthia's ear and it all resulted in her moaning even louder. Cynthia then turned around and lay down on the bed with her arms outstretched beckoning her son to come to her. Douglas stripped rapidly and joined his mother on the bed, mounting as he did so. He kissed Cynthia passionately. As her son's lips touched her own Cynthia once again felt that wonderful almost certifying sensation surge down her entire body. Douglas then moved to her neck and onto her huge breasts. "Ooh," moaned Cynthia as Douglas began to lick, suck and nibble her hardened nipple. As his tongue moved down into the deep valley between her breasts Cynthia's excitement continued to grow and her moans were even louder. Douglas then made his way down Cynthia's waist to her pussy area. There was a brief pause as Douglas pushed his mother's long smooth legs apart and began to drill his tongue through her bush and pierce her pussy lips. "Oh my God," cried Cynthia repeatedly as her son's tongue began to lash her clit. This wonderful sensation continued for several moments and soon Cynthia could feel her juices starting to gather slowly. Suddenly Douglas withdrew his tongue and gently inserted his hardened cock inside his mother and began to pound her. His movement, slow at first, began to accelerate with each stroke. Cynthia, in turn gripped her son's bare hips as if to guide him. Her own body began to react positively and soon the settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Cynthia repeated several times as Douglas continued to pound her. Their breathing became deeper with each stroke and their combined body heat caused them both to perspire. Each lover strained to prolong this wonderful lovemaking, both wishing it could last forever. Eventually however, nature would win out but not before they both enjoyed huge orgasms. As Douglas's cum collided with Cynthia's juices they each gave a sigh of deep sexual satisfaction. As they lay together breathless and gathering their thoughts Douglas eased his hand underneath Cynthia and gently pulled her towards him. Cynthia rested on her son's chest and then looked up at him. "Oh Douglas, that was absolutely wonderful. Thank you, darling," she said, gasping for air as she did so. Douglas responded by kissing his mother before speaking. "You're pretty sensational yourself, Mum. I think I'm the one who needs to thank you," he replied also gasping for air. Cynthia gave a slight laugh. "Let's thank each other," she said and they held each other tightly. They fell asleep wrapped lovingly in each other's arms. For the rest of that week Cynthia shared her own marital bed with her son and she was not disappointed. Sex with Douglas was to be the most exciting and pleasurable she had had for many years. Although Johnnie was good there was something special about Douglas's gentle touch. *** When Friday arrived Cynthia could see Douglas was very nervous. That afternoon just as she got home from work Cynthia went to his room. She took her son's hands and spoke kindly. "Now listen to me Douglas. You have nothing to worry about." "But Dad..." he responded anxiously. "I told you before. I'll deal with your father. Let that to me. You are my son and I stand with you. Is that clear?" she said in a firm but compassionate tone. Douglas nodded, swallowing air as he did so. At that same moment the front door opened and Donald shouted from the hallway. "Cynthia, I'm home." Cynthia came downstairs with Douglas right behind her. Donald looked up and anger grew on his face. "What's he doing here?" he demanded vehemently. "'He' is our son, Donald, not some stranger that just walked in!" retorted Cynthia just as vehemently. "Cynthia, we agreed..." Cynthia cut her husband off. "No, Donald. You agreed. I simply let you have your way which I should never have done. Douglas is staying because I want him here." "Mum, I think I'd better go," cut in Douglas. "Stay exactly where you are, Douglas. You're not going anywhere," replied Cynthia firmly. "And what's he going to do for income?" asked Donald in a sneering tone. "He's got a job," responded Cynthia. "Where? In the local pub?" Donald asked sarcastically. "He's working in my travel agency," retorted Cynthia proudly. Donald gave a very sarcastic laugh and then laid down his ultimatum. "Either he goes or I go. Make up your mind up, Cynthia," demanded Donald. Without hesitation Cynthia stood firm. "Douglas is staying and that's my final word, Donald!" she said resolutely. For a moment Donald appeared stunned by Cynthia's stand. He wasn't used to his wife being so firm. He nodded and then spoke. "Fair enough, you've made your choice," he responded as he picked up his coat and headed for the front door. "Where are you going?" Cynthia asked. "Back to London. I get better sense from the cleaners at the office than you, Cynthia." With that, he walked out and slammed the door. He got into his car and drove straight to London. Douglas hurried upstairs to his room. A few moments later Cynthia followed him up. She gave a slight knock entered. Douglas was in the process of packing. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked sounding concerned. "I don't want to be the cause of division between you and Dad, Mum. So I'm packing." replied Douglas. "Come downstairs to the living room, Douglas. I want to talk to you." said Cynthia firmly. Reluctantly, Douglas obeyed and followed his mother downstairs. "Sit down," ordered Cynthia while she went to the drinks cabinet and poured two brandies, handing one to Douglas before sitting in the chair opposite. She raised her glass slightly to Douglas and he copied his mother. Then they both took a large sip before putting their glasses down. Cynthia sighed before she spoke. "What happened between me and your father had nothing to do with your returning here, Douglas." she began. "But Mum..." Cynthia raised her hand and Douglas stopped. "Hear me out," she said. "What happened between me and your Father has been coming for a long time, Douglas. He's away in London most of the week and when he comes home he barely has two words to speak. I know he's tired when he arrives home but there's much more to it than that. He is so preoccupied that I feel I don't even exist. You noticed I didn't shed any tears?" Douglas nodded. "So you see, Douglas, like I said before. I've been very lonely for a very long time." Douglas went over and hugged his mother. "Well, Mum. All I can say is that he is a fool." Cynthia gave a slight laugh and nodded in agreement. "So, what happens now?" asked Douglas curiously. "I'm not sure, son. One thing I'm sure of is that your father will be back." responded Cynthia. They sat together, holding each other for what seemed to be an age when Cynthia looked up at her son and whispered. "Fancy an early night?" winking as she did so. Douglas simply smiled. Taking his mother by the hand he led her upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door. *** The following morning Lucy called around. "Hi Mum, she said as she hugged her stepmother who was in the kitchen. "Hello, dear. Some tea?" "Thanks, Mum," responded Lucy enthusiastically as she sat at the table. "So what's the news?" she asked. "Douglas is back," replied Cynthia uneasily. Lucy looked at Cynthia with surprise written all over her face. "How did Dad take that?" she asked curiously. "We had a blazing row and he stormed back to London," responded Cynthia. "You mean you stood up to him?" asked Lucy sounding more and more amazed. "Uh-huh" was all Cynthia replied. Lucy got up and hugged her stepmother tightly. "Well, good for you, Mum," she said excitedly. "Where is Douglas now?" "He's in the shower. He'll be down in a few minutes," replied Cynthia. Lucy and Cynthia were drinking their tea when Douglas came in. Lucy got up and hugged him. "Hello bro. Welcome home," she said. "Thanks, Sis. Glad to be back," was his response. Cynthia went on to explain that Douglas was working at the travel agency until he had more firmer plans. "That's great, Mum. I'm really glad to see you back," bro," said Lucy as he held her stepbrother's hand affectionately. She turned to Cynthia. "Dad didn't call?" she asked. "No," responded Cynthia with some concern in her voice. "Don't worry, Mum. He'll see the light," said Lucy as she stood up and patted Cynthia shoulder. "Got to run, Mum. See you tomorrow," said Lucy as she gave Cynthia a peck on the cheek. "Goodbye, dear," responded Cynthia as her stepdaughter headed for the door and her car. *** Contrary to Cynthia's belief Donald never returned that Friday nor did he ring. Cynthia rang his mobile but kept getting voicemail. The following Monday she rang his office and a woman answered that Mr Chambers was away on business and she did not know when he was due back. Cynthia asked for a contact number but the woman was unwilling or unable to furnish one. It was all very strange to Cynthia. Donald had gone away without leaving any contact details. It made her very uneasy. *** Finally, the following Friday, Cynthia's world came crashing down in a most spectacular way. Donald arrived home just after six. Cynthia went into the hallway to confront her husband when he swung around to her and spoke. "Ah, Cynthia. I have something to tell you..." The doorbell rang and spoke again rather dejectedly. "I think you had better get that, dear. I'm expecting them," was all he said. A puzzled Cynthia opened the door and two well dressed men in suits stood before her. One of them produced his identity. "Mrs Chambers?" he asked. "Yes?" replied Cynthia as her anxiety grew. "DCI Murray, Ma'am and this is DS Logan. Is your husband in?" Cynthia didn't get a chance to answer as Donald stepped forward. "I'm right here, Chief Inspector," he responded in a matter of fact tone. The Chief Inspector stepped forward. "Donald Chambers, I'm arresting you on charges of fraud, theft and deception. I must also warn you that other charges may follow. Mr Tyrell has already made a full confession so denial would be useless." Continued the Chief Inspector. "Oh I have no intention of denying anything Chief Inspector. May we go now?" said Donald Cynthia was dumbfounded. "Donald? What's he talking about?" "I'm sorry, old girl. I'm afraid the game is up." was all Donald could say. The Chief Inspector turned to Cynthia. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this ma'am but your husband and Mr Tyrell were partners in a huge scam embezzling large sums from clients. The figure is believed to be in excess of a quarter of a million pounds." For a moment Cynthia was numbed by shock. Shock then gave way to rage as Cynthia suddenly lashed out at her husband, striking him several times. "Day and night you had the audacity to sit in judgement of our son and all the time you were fiddling the books and robbing old ladies' savings. You Bastard, Donald. You hypocritical bastard!" screamed Cynthia as she continued to punch Donald. Only the intervention of Douglas prevented Cynthia from really hurting him as her son pulled her away from him. As Cynthia wept on Douglas's shoulder they could both hear the police car drive away. Douglas spoke to his heart broken mother. "Mum, remember what the police officer said? About Malcolm, I mean?" he asked. Cynthia collected herself. "Oh dear, God, Douglas. You're right. Poor Lucy must be distraught. We must go to her." she responded. The doorbell rang again this time Douglas answered it. Lucy stood there in tears. Douglas hugged her and then Cynthia. "Oh Mum, I saw them taking Dad away. They arrested Malcolm this morning," sobbed Lucy. "I know, dear. I just can't what has happened," replied Cynthia, who also sobbed. "What are we going to do, Mum?" asked Lucy anxiously. "I wish I knew, Lucy. I truly wish I knew," replied Cynthia. "I think we could all do with a couple of stiff drinks," interposed Douglas. Cynthia nodded and all three made their way to the living room. They all drank in a tense silence. Nobody knew what to say or even if they should speak at all. Eventually Lucy spoke up. "Mum, why don't you have a lie down? I'll bring you up something later. "I don't know, Lucy..." replied Cynthia struggling to speak. "Go on, Mum. You look like you could do with some rest," encouraged Douglas. "What about two?" asked Cynthia. "We'll be fine, Mum," Lucy responded. Cynthia took a deep breathe before she stood up headed for her bedroom, kissing each of them before leaving the room. *** It was a few hours later and Cynthia had not slept. She simply lay on her back trying to take in all that had happened. She was in total disbelief. Her thoughts were broken by a gentle tap on her bedroom door and Lucy entered with a cup of tea in her hand. Cynthia sat up. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said as she accepted the cup from Lucy and took a sip. "Oh, Lucy, I just can't believe what has happened." said Cynthia to her stepdaughter who sat on the bed beside her. Lucy nodded. "I know, Mum. It's hard to take it in but I've contacted the office. Dad and Malcolm are only the tip of the iceberg," Responded Lucy. "What do you mean?" asked a concerned Cynthia. "It seems that they were both part of a large fraudulent scheme involving a number of legal practices in London. The final figure could run into millions. There's a real fear there will be panic in the markets on Monday." replied Lucy. "My God," stammered Cynthia in shock. Lucy comforted Cynthia. "Don't worry, Mum. We'll be alright. Dad will get a lengthy custodial sentence though. That I'm sure of that." concluded Lucy. "Oh fuck him!" cried Cynthia with venom in her voice. Then looked at Lucy. "I'm sorry, dear. I know he's your father..." "Don't worry Mum. I feel the same way, believe me," replied Lucy with an ironic smile as she hugged Cynthia again. Lucy cleared her throat. "There's something I need to talk to you about, Mum." she said. "What is it?" asked Cynthia uneasily. "Well, I had a long talk with Douglas and he told me about you and him." "Oh Lucy, please don't make me choose between you," pleaded Cynthia as panic set in. "It's alright, Mum. There's nothing to worry about. The fact is that we both love you, very much and we wouldn't have it any other way," said Lucy soothingly. "I don't understand, Lucy." responded Cynthia in a puzzled tone. "I know, Mum. I'm making a mess of this. Sometimes actions speak louder than words." said Lucy. She went to the door of the bedroom and opened it. Douglas was standing outside and Lucy beckoned him in. She turned to Cynthia and taking her hand she helped her to stand up. Douglas stood behind his mother and Lucy stood before her. Then Lucy planted a passionate kiss on Cynthia's lips and began to unbutton her stepmother's white blouse. As the last button fell open Cynthia could hear the zipper of her blue knee length skirt as Douglas pulled it down and the loosened garment slid to the ground, revealing her full slip. Lucy eased the garment from Cynthia shoulders and it flowed freely to the ground exposing her lacy black underwear. Meantime Douglas kissed his mother's bear neck and it made her shudder with excitement. He then proceeded to undo Cynthia's low cut bra. When Cynthia, who simply stood like an empress waiting be undressed, removed her bra she again shuddered with excitement as her son gently kissed and licked her bare shoulders and at the same time Douglas cupped her large breasts, squeezing them gently. Lucy meanwhile knelt down and began to kiss and licked her well toned waist. "Ooooh," moaned loudly as both Douglas and Lucy worked on her body, giving her this wonderful double pleasure. Douglas made his way down his mother's back and at the same time Lucy placed her hands to the side of Cynthia's tights and rolled them down along with her knickers and her stepmother simply stepped out of them. For a moment Lucy paused and licked her lips in lustful anticipation before she gently bore through Cynthia's pussy lips and began to lash her clit with her tongue. A Mother's Dilemma Ch. 04 "Aaagh," cried Cynthia as she felt Lucy's tongue as it gently bored its way in. As Lucy continued to expertly work her apparent magic with her tongue Cynthia could feel her juices starting to gather. Douglas was also on his knees licking her arse cheeks and this added to Cynthia's pleasure. Finally as Cynthia orgasmed she gave a sigh of sexual delight. Lucy and Douglas eased her onto the bed and then they both stripped rapidly. Lucy positioned herself so that Cynthia could eat her pussy. At the same time Cynthia's hands fondled Lucy's breasts, much to her stepdaughter's delight. Douglas, meanwhile, spread his mother's long smooth legs and gently inserting his hardened cock proceeded to pump. His movement, slow at first, accelerated with each stroke. Lucy orgasmed almost at the same moment the Douglas's cum exploded inside Cynthia. All three gave deep sighs of satisfaction. Cynthia held both Douglas and Lucy on either side of her and all three embraced affectionately, eventually falling asleep together. This was to be the first of many nights together. *** After the trials and subsequent sentencing of their respective husbands, Cynthia and Lucy received excellent settlement terms in their respective divorces. Lucy sold her flat and moved in with Cynthia. Douglas and Johnnie returned to university. Cynthia and Lucy continued their relationship while Douglas was away. Cynthia even invited Linda Merton to make up a threesome. This worked out well because whenever Lucy was away in London Linda was close at hand. It was a whole new world for Cynthia Chambers, and she loved it.