3 comments/ 184264 views/ 19 favorites Caught! Ch. 02 By: SpankerSam Caught! Part 2 (My turn to Tell) Mom looked at me with that same cold stare that she had looked at Aunt Delia with. I could feel my hard dick starting to soften. Her eyes looked down at my dick and she sneered. Then she lifted her eyes up and her lips tightened in a cruel smile. "I come in, and find my son, standing behind my naked sister. He's ramming his hard dick in and out of her nasty slut pussy like a horny sailor on shore leave. He's having the time of his life! And my slut sister, is encouraging him to fuck her harder and deeper. Well Tim! I have always told you that actions have consequences. It would have been bad enough if it had been one of your young girlfriends. I've caught you enough times having sex in my house with them. But my own sister! You dare to fuck my own sister, your aunt? Well young man, it's time to pay the piper. You will stand there and tell me everything that you did and thought about. And Tim, I will know if you're lying or holding back anything. And I promise you, the results of those actions will not be very pretty." I had seen mom mad a few times. When she got that way, she was almost maniacal! There was a good chance that if she beat me in the heat of her anger, she would hurt me bad. I swallowed and began to talk. Since she had said that she would know if I were lying or holding back, I decided to tell her in the most descriptive terms. If I was gonna get my ass beat, I would at least show her my defiance by being direct. "Mom! I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I came in from Jake's house. We were watching a game on TV. When I came home, I saw Aunt Delia's car n the driveway. I thought that she had gone out on a date. I heard Aunt Delia moaning and talking. She was crying out to fuck her pussy! Fuck it hard! The first thing I thought was that she had company and I was gonna sneak pass her to my room. Her sounds had my dick hard and I hadn't even seen her yet. When I walked pass the living room, all I could see was her lying on the couch. She had one leg up on the top and her other leg on the floor. She was using three fingers, pumping them in and out of her pussy as she pulled her nipples. I won't lie to you mom; I've always thought that Aunt Delia was one hot woman. But seeing her like that had me so hot all I could do was look at her with my mouth open. The way she was lying there, I could see directly up her cunt! She had her eyes closed and I guess she was so into it, she didn't even hear me. The way she was pulling and twisting her nipples; the way she was shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy; I couldn't move from watching her. She was really going at it! Then I could tell she was getting close. She started talking even louder. She was crying out to fuck her harder! Shove that dick in deeper! She even said she wanted it up her ass until she cried out and peed herself. I had never heard an older woman talk like that before and I got so hot I wanted to take my dick out and stroke it. Suddenly, Aunt Delia stiffened and cried out. She screamed as she came! I was glued to the spot. All I could do was look at her with my mouth open. Then her eyes opened and she was looking directly at me. I was scared that I had gotten caught watching her. But I was so turned on I couldn't say a word. So I ran to my room. As soon as I got to my room, I pushed my pants down. I thought that the door had closed and locked but I guess I didn't push it hard enough. I was standing by my bed stroking my dick trying to cum, when she opened the door and walked in. Aunt Delia just stared at me. I was standing there with the biggest hardon I ever had and she walked in and looked at me. Then she licked her lips and walked closer to me. I was shaking. I didn't know if she would shout at me or slap me. But she just walked in and dropped to her knees. She moved my hand away, and then looking up at me opened her mouth and took my dick. I think that I gasped! It was the most wonderful feeling that I have ever felt. I guess it was because she was older and had been part of some of my fantasies. She sucked me until I was ready to cum then she stopped. She told me that I had a sweet dick and she wanted to feel me fucking her. She got up and lay down on the bed. We started having sex." Mom looked at me. She hadn't taken her eyes off my face all the time I was telling her my story. But I could feel my dick starting to grow hard as I talked to her. "Hold it tiger! I made my sister tell me all the minor details. And you are gonna do the very same thing. You will tell me exactly how she sucked your dick. How she acted and what she said and exactly how she said it! You will tell me this story exactly as she did!" Mom took her drink and sipped it. But her eyes bore into mine. I sneaked a peek at Aunt Delia but she hadn't moved from where she knelt before mom. I know that her knees must have started to hurt but she didn't make a sound. I looked back at mom. Her housecoat had parted even further. I could just see the red of her panty. Mom always wore sexy undies. Her bra peeked out from the housecoat and it was one of the lacy kind. She had on a matching pair of panty. I could just barely make out a darker spot right at the crotch of mom's panty. She closed her legs and I looked up into her face. Mom was looking directly at me and she knew that I was staring at her cunt. A small hint of a smile crossed her face. Then it grew stern again. "I'm waiting young man." I looked at her and swallowed hard. I really didn't want to tell mom all the things that I was thinking. And I definitely didn't want to describe how Aunt Delia had sucked my dick and the things that she had said as I fucked her. "Mom Please? I swear I won't touch Aunt Delia ever again. But please don't make me tell you. It's too embarrassing!" Mom stood up and her housecoat dropped in place. She walked over to me. My dick was hard despite my being afraid. Suddenly her hand snapped out. Instead of slapping my face as I thought she would, mom slapped my dick. I know that I cried out cause it hurt like hell. "Both of you will learn just who the boss in this house is! When I tell you to do something young man, I don't expect to hear you whining and whimpering like a little sissy. You were man enough to fuck my sister, your aunt! Now be man enough to own up to it!" I was crying. Damn, but my dick hurt. And instead of going limp, it was even harder than before. I grew mad. Mom wanted to know all the nasty details? Ok! I was determined to tell her everything. "Aunt Delia dropped to her knees in front of me. I had pre-cum oozing from the tip of my dick. I had been stroking my dick thinking about how she looked finger fucking her wet pussy. She moved my hand away and looked up at me. Then she slowly licked the head of my dick tasting my pre-cum. She did it nice and slow and it felt so fuckin' good! I wanted to shove my dick in her mouth but I was afraid. But Aunt Delia just continued to slowly lick the head of my dick. Aunt Delia told me that she didn't want me to cum in her mouth. Then she slowly took more in her mouth. She's not the first woman to give me head but I swear, I never felt anything like she was making me feel. I felt like I was gonna fall down it felt so good! And she was slowly taking every inch all the way down to her throat. No other woman ever did that to me. I didn't think about her being my aunt. All I could think about was the way it felt each time I felt the head of my dick slide down her throat. Each time I felt her take it all, I could feel my legs start to tremble. Then she would take it out only to do it again. When I felt I couldn't hold it any longer she stopped." Tim could feel his hard dick bobbing up and down. Telling his mom how he got to fuck her sister was making him so fuckin' hard. She was sitting down again. Her housecoat had opened and he could see that the small stain at the crotch of her panty had grown even bigger. Anna looked from her son to her sister. Delia had not moved from the spot that Anna had made her kneel in. but Anna could tell that Delia was growing excited. Her tits hung down and her nipples were pointy and hard. Anna felt her own nipples growing hard and poking out against her thin housecoat. Looking back at her son, she could see that her sister had been right. Tim did have one nice sized dick. And she watched as it bobbed up at down as the blood pulsed thru it. She couldn't help the shiver that went thru her own wet cunt. She knew that her son could see the wetness that was spreading in her panty. Each time she moved, the housecoat opened a bit more. And each time it did, his eyes would look at her crotch. She felt such a deliciously wicked naughty feeling knowing that her own son could see her wet panty. Her mind was brought back to reality when she heard her son start talking again. This time when she looked up at him, he didn't hide the fact that he was staring directly at her cunt. And something inside her made her open her legs a bit wider to give him a better view. "Aunt Delia got up from the floor and laid on my bed. She was lying across it with her legs hanging off. I knew that she wanted me to fuck her. Aunt Delia looked up at me and told me to fuck her deep and slow. But there was something that I wanted to try with her. Instead of just shoving my hard dick in her pussy, I gave her just the tip to tease her. Then I pulled it out and rubbed the tip against her hard clit. Aunt Delia's clit looked so big and swollen. I gripped my dick and began to spank her pussy with it. Each time I smacked her with my dick she groaned and whimpered. She kept pushing her hips high trying to get the tip back in her, but I continued to spank her with it. I told her to tell me what she wanted. I told her to use dirty words to tell me what she wanted me to do to her. I told Aunt Delia that if she wanted my dick she would have to act like a whore for me. I knew that she was so hot she would do what I said. I felt in control and it felt so fuckin' good! I pushed my dick in until it filled her cunt. She moaned and pushed against me to get even more. Then I pulled out and started spanking her pussy again. She started begging me for it. She said that she would be my whore. That she would do anything if I fucked her and made her cum. I pushed my dick in harder. Then spanked her pussy again." Tim looked at his mom's face. He could see that his story had gotten her excited, and this only served to excite him even more. She was breathing heavier and her eyes looked like they were glassy. He smiled thinking that she would grow hot enough that he might even get a chance to fuck her too. Looking down at her panty, he could see that she was now soaking wet. The stain of wetness completely covered her crotch. Her nipples were just as pointy as Aunt Delia's nipples were. Then her eyes seemed to clear and the look on her face became stern. "So my son thinks that he is some kind of great Cocksman? You think that just because you got my slut of a sister to submit to you that you are some kind of Wonderfucker? There is only one Head Honcho in this house! And that is me! You think that you're getting me hot enough that you might get a chance at me Tim? Did you really think that by telling me your nasty little tale so graphically that you would get my pussy hot and then have a chance to fuck me like you fucked my sister? You two are nothing more than a set of yard dogs in heat. She got wet and you couldn't help but shove your dick up her nasty cunt. Seeing your dick, she did what she has always done. She got down on her knees and sucked it like the tramp she has always been. Well I intend to make the most of this situation. Since the both of you are so horny and hot for each other, I will let you continue to fuck each other." Delia's head snapped up and she looked at her sister. Tim also looked at his mom in surprise. This was the last thing that he ever thought he would hear her say. "Oh don't look so surprised! After what I saw I doubt that either one of you would stop even if I forbid it. So I will let it continue. But don't think that you have gotten off Scott-free! You will fuck when I say so. And you will fuck in front of me. There will be no sneaking around behind my back. In this house, I control you. And I have no qualms about throwing either of you out in the street on your sorry asses if you don't obey me. Do I make myself clear? Delia quickly nodded her head yes. She knew that her sister meant every word. Tim looked at his mother in shock. "You want me to fuck Aunt Delia in front of you?" Anna looked at her son and began to laugh. "What's the matter little boy? Not so exciting when you don't have control? You heard me! If you want to keep fuckin' this slut, you will only fuck her when I tell you to. If you don't like it, the door is behind you. Get the fuck out of my house! But know this Tim, if you leave, you leave with nothing but the clothes on your back. You and this no good piece of shit have lived well off my hard work! I know that she won't give it up. Delia has always been a lazy cunt! She will do whatever is easiest for her to get away with. I will let you keep your bank accounts. That should give you enough money to make a start. But you will have to leave school and find a job. I won't pay for you to be out there whoring around on my money. Make your choice Mr. Big Dick!" I looked at my mom. She was dead serious. I could see it in her eyes. I didn't know what kind of game she was playing, but I sure didn't want to leave the cushy home and lifestyle that I had. As much as I enjoyed fucking Aunt Delia, and knowing that she would willingly do whatever I wanted, I didn't think even her cunt was worth what I would lose if I left. "Ok mom! You win! I'll do whatever you say. This is your house and you're the one in control." I watched mom smile. But I knew that in the back of my mind, I would only bide my time until I had enough to be the one on top. Mom turned to Aunt Delia. "And you, you no good slut! Let me hear you say it!" Aunt Delia looked up at her sister. "You're the boss Anna! I'll do whatever you say! Please don't kick me out in the street. I like it here." Anna laughed. "Yes you do! You have always loved being taken care of. When you started fucking my husband, you had him giving you money. You had him taking care of you behind my back. I know all about it you bitch! He told me how you would do any nasty thing he wanted just as long as he kept giving you money. You're nothing but a whore! A slut, who will do anything for money and comfort! Well Delia, I will give you comfort. And I will even give you money. But you will belong to me. And the first time I even think that you have touched his dick without my permission, I will throw your black ass out in the street so fast you won't have time to put your panties on." I watched mom kick off her slippers. I always loved looking at her feet. Mom took very good care of every part of her body. Her hands and feet were always done up. And she had the kind of feet that you find sexy. Small and well formed. "Come here slut. Start at my feet and don't stop until I tell you to." Delia crawled on her hands and knees to her sister. Then bending down, she took mom's foot in her hand. She started kissing and licking mom's feet; acting like she was loving it! "Ahhh! That's it! Lick those toes. Suck my toes you slut! Show me how much you want to please me. Show me what you will do to keep living here." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Aunt Delia was making love to mom's foot. I watched as she licked the toes then took one in her mouth. She started sucking it like it was a dick. And as she did, she whimpered. "What are you waiting for? I have two feet! Get busy with the other one. Or go upstairs and pack your shit! I really don't care which one you choose." I got down on my knees along side Aunt Delia. I watched her for a few seconds and then taking mom's foot in my hand did the same thing that I saw her doing. Mom was lying back in the chair. I looked up at her and her hand had slipped down to her panty. Her housecoat was opened all the way and she was openly stroking her cunt thru her panties. Mom had her eyes closed and from the look on her face, I could tell she was enjoying herself. Damn but she looked so fuckin' hot! Mom opened her eyes and looked from Delia to me. "Not so much fun when you're not in control Tim? You had better act this is the sexiest thing you have ever done. Look at your aunt. She knows what she's doing. She's used to serving people. Tell me Delia, did you fuck dad? Is that why he upped and left us?" Delia stopped but didn't look up at her sister. Mom took the toes of her foot and placed them under her sister's chin. She lifted Delia's head until her sister was staring at her. "Answer me slut! Did you fuck our dad?" Tears started running down Aunt Delia's face. Then she closed her eyes and nodded her head. "But it's not what you think! He used to come into my room when mom was asleep. I think that he would make her take the sleeping pills just so she wouldn't wake up. He would fuck me and make me suck his dick. He told me that I would be his little whore. That my pussy was so much better than mom's old worn out cunt, that he had to have me. One night when he was fuckin' me, mom walked in. You were away on some kind of business meeting. Mom started screaming and throwing things at him. She told him that if he didn't leave she would have him arrested. She told him that she would take him for everything he had to pay him back for fucking his own daughter." Mom laughed. But it was a cold cruel laughter. "Delia if I know you and I do, you teased him until he couldn't help himself. Dad was always weak for your shit. That's how you got him to do anything for you that you wanted. I bet you teased him until he couldn't stand it. Then after you let him fuck you, you probably told him that if he didn't do what you wanted, you would tell mom about it." I looked from my mom to Aunt Delia. The look on her face told the truth. It had happened just as mom said it had. Mom grabbed Aunt Delia by her hair. "You no good cunt! You fucked your own father then blackmailed him to get your way. Well now you will see how it feels when the shoe is on the other foot. Lick my pussy! And you had better lick it good! I already know that you like women just as much as you like men. And I didn't tell you to stop damn it! Get back to work. Your turn will come soon enough." Caught! Ch. 02 As she re-entered the room, Heather noticed that Matt had disappeared. She was led to her bed by Lisa and told to lie down on her back. Silk scarves, gentle to the touch but impossible to wriggle free from, were tied to each wrist. With her elbows bent her arms were secured either side of her head to each edge of the bed. Lisa pondered whether to bind Heather's legs as well, but thought better of it, it would be finer for her slave to squirm. 'Well my sweet little prisoner,' she began. 'I've had a lot of fun tonight and for that I thank you. However, for you this is just the beginning. From now on you belong to Matt and I. You are to obey us in every respect and address us as your Mistress and Master. Don't even think about disobeying us, we wouldn't want the rest of the campus finding out what you get up to in your spare time would we! Besides, this is what you wanted isn't it?' 'Yes Mistress,' replied Heather meekly. Lisa continued. 'Now, it's time for you to rest, you have a busy day tomorrow. We will come to wake you in the morning.' Just as she spoke, Matt walked through the door, a DVD in his hand. 'Ah, perfect timing. We thought it a shame to waste all your pent up sexual tension, so think of this as our gift.' As Matt placed the disc in the player by Heather's bed and turned on the TV, Lisa was laying the duvet over her slave's naked body, before kissing her on the forehead. 'Goodnight, sweet dreams,' smiled Matt evilly. He hit play and the screen came to life with the start of a pornographic film. The volume was adjusted, not too loud to wake the neighbours, but enough to distract Heather, then her tormentors left the room, flicking off the light as they departed. The room was filled with the glow of the TV and poor Heather could not take her eyes off the screen. In the first scene, a busty blonde was tied and gagged, her naked body stretched and teased as she was brought to orgasm. Even with the sound down, the blonde's cries of frustration, pain and finally ecstasy filled Heather's room. In her unfulfilled state, Heather's pussy burned with desire. She tugged at her own restraints, trying to work a hand free so that she could bury her fingers into her wet pussy, to play with her clit and bring out the orgasm she had so far been denied. Thrashing her body from side to side, all Heather succeeded in doing was matching the throes of the girls on the screen. The realization that she was starring in her own private bondage display, plus time spent recapping on the evening's events did nothing to cool her ardour. However, she could do nothing. Dead tired from her physical and mental exertions she tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes the orgy of sounds from the DVD distracted her. Scene after scene rolled by as Heather whimpered in sexual frustration. Eventually she fell asleep, but even her dreams were filled with scenes of bondage. A few short hours later Heather awoke. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, but still the TV scenes continued, obviously on a loop. Her whole body ached, as if her muscles had remained tense all night. Her pussy dripped with cum, soaking the sheet between her legs. A single tear of frustration ran down her cheek as she realised she was still bound. Somehow she managed to doze, until her door was pushed open, making Heather jump. 'Wakey wakey, sleepy slave!' exclaimed Lisa as she bounded into the room. 'How did you sleep?' 'How the fuck do you think!' was the reply that flashed through Heather's mind. However, she bit her tongue. 'Still, never mind,' continued Lisa breezily. 'I have a fun filled day planned for you!' Heather's arms were untied and she sat stiffly upright. Lisa produced two croissants and gave them to her slave 'Don't say I don't look after you,' she joked. Heather was suddenly aware of how hungry she was, and took them with a 'Thank you, Mistress,' before devouring them. Then she was led to the bathroom. 'Now, clean yourself up, and don't even dream of touching yourself as you do so, I will be watching. With the shower curtain open, Heather stood beneath the warm water jets as they soothed her wracked body. Lathering up, her hands travelled over her frame, being careful to avoid touching her private areas, all the while maintaining eye contact with Lisa as she stood at the open doorway. Once finished, she stepped from the shower and stood naked before her mistress. 'Since you are so fond of your little vibrator belt, you will be wearing it to lectures today. I bet you can't guess who will be in charge of the remote control!' smirked Lisa. 'Now, get yourself prepared and dressed.' Heather picked up the vibrator, cleaned from the night before. Knelt on the floor, she gave Lisa a quizzical glance before pushing the toy between the lips of her pussy. Although she had only done this the day before, completing the act in front of someone else, and at their command, lent it a whole new significance. Still, it felt delicious as the toy was pushed into her still wet cunt. As soon as it was in place however, Heather realised her mistake. The butt plug was not in yet and now her pussy was full. Fearing to remove the vibrator, Heather took the plug into her mouth, sloppily fellating it until it was slick with saliva. Grimacing, she pushed it into her other hole until it's shape held it firm. Finally, the belt was attached, securing the toys and once again positioning the small vibrator over her aching clit. Lisa had picked out an outfit for Heather to wear. An over the knees skirt and a white blouse. Heather dressed quickly. 'Tie your hair in bunches' commanded her mistress. 'I love the irony of you walking around looking like a sweet innocent schoolgirl, with both your holes filled with toys!' Heather did as she was asked, applying her makeup until she was ready to face the day. 'Right, off you go to class, but remember, you are mine now and will do exactly as I say. 'Yes Mistress,' replied Heather as she made for the door. Walking to her lectures was an interesting experience. With each step she could feel both toys buried inside her, filling her deliciously. Her pussy longed to be touched, her nipples hard and rubbing against her shirt. First lesson of the day was in the main lecture hall. Thankfully Heather didn't know anyone well in her class, and so chose a seat on her own. Even sitting down would be difficult as the plug would be pushed further inside her. She was forced to perch on the edge of the chair, legs apart, which made her feel even more wanton. The first half of the class passed uneventfully, but Heather's mind wandered as she thought about the previous day's events and her current predicament. Her mind was brought back to earth with a bump as the lecturer asked the class a probing question. Instantly the vibrators kicked into life. Surprised, Heather let out a shrill gasp, turning red as those around her turned to look. 'Yes miss, what is the answer?' asked the teacher, looking directly at Heather. 'I...I'm sorry sir, I don't know,' she stuttered in reply. 'Well, unless you know the answer, please don't interrupt,' the teacher replied haughtily. 'Anyone else?' Heather hung her head in shame. The vibrations had stopped by now, giving her a chance to look around. Behind her, in the top corner of the hall, she caught the eye of her mistress, who waved back, flashing the remote with an evil smile. Heather's eyes flicked forward. 'Oh God!' she thought 'Not here, not now!' But that was exactly what Lisa had in mind. A few minutes later the vibrations began again, on the lowest setting but still enough to make Heather squirm in her seat. She bit her lip, trying in vain to concentrate on the class and block out the feeling. Gradually the intensity was increased. Her brow furrowed as she tried not to respond, her skin reddening. By now she was twitching in her seat, the delicious vibrations filling her pussy with a warm glow. Her hands gripped the armrests as the tempo increased again. Her breathing became laboured, attracting the attention of those sat around her. 'Hey, are you ok?' one boy leaned over and asked. 'I'm fine,' lied Heather, forcing out a fake smile. In reality, she was anything but fine. From deep within her a climax was building. She could feel a trail of moisture from her pussy run between her cheeks and onto her skirt. Beads of perspiration formed on her brow. 'Oh fuck! Please don't make me come here, in front of all these people!' she begged silently. She caught the unmistakable aroma of her arousal as the toys continued their work. 'Oh God, oh God!' she repeated under her breath, fighting the urge to forget her surroundings, rip up her skirt, grasp the vibrator and fuck herself with it until she came. On the brink of the long awaited orgasm she let out a loud moan, her hands instantly flashing up to her mouth to stifle her cry. And then it was gone, the vibrations stopped, leaving Heather panting and wet, with all the classmates around her staring. She blushed even more brightly, squirming this time under their gaze, her eyes lowered intently to her textbook to avoid them. She sat out the rest of the class like that, her eyes down, her pussy on fire. Five minutes from the end, she jumped at another vibration. However, it was not between her legs, but instead from the mobile phone in her handbag. It showed '1 message received'. Caught! Ch. 02 Long time since I submitted the first chapter to this, I always promised a few people I would get back to it, so here it is! To get up to speed, go read Caught! Ch. 1. All characters are over 18. ~~~ I found myself sheepishly moving towards my mom. She was sitting on the edge of my bed awaiting me to lay across her lap for a spanking. I was caught with her panties and my sister's panties. Mom's panties were wrapped around my cock; Rachel's (my sisters) panties were in my mouth and on my face. I was about to get my first spanking in over a decade. When I got next to my seated mother, I was still buck naked. Since she made me uncover myself, my 7 inch dick hung out in front of me, flaccid and shriveled after my orgasm. Being completely scared of mom didn't help either. She was certainly the enforcer of my two parents. Once I was next to her, I didn't voluntarily lay across her lap. She pulled me down until I was in the position she wanted me in; feet completely off the ground, my head resting on the edge of the bed and ass dead centered in her lap facing up. "Baby, I'm sorry I have to do this to you but you know what you did was so nasty and so wrong. I just don't know what else to do to punish you for being such a nasty dirty little boy." She admonished me but it sounded more like dirty talk than punishment. Just those words coming from her mouth; "nasty dirty little boy" actually was a turn on. I've never been into BDSM, but dirty talk turned me on a lot, and that's exactly what it sounded like from mom's lips. "I'm gonna spank your ass raw." She sounded mad, very mad in fact. "Don't you dare move, you understand me?" "Yes mommy." "Good" Whack! The first spank in over a decade crashed on the left cheek. Whack! A second spank went to my right cheek. Whack! Back to my left, Whack! She was alternating between sides. I wasn't sure it mom thought she was hitting me too hard or not hard enough. She was slapping my ass open handed, so it sounded bad, it sounded extremely loud. It was like maximum skin to skin contact between her hand and my fuzzy ass cheeks. It sounded worse then it felt. The first couple times on each cheek, stung a little, but beyond that, she was doing more to excite me than to punish me. By the fourth smack on each side, I could feel the blood in my cock pumping, expanding it back to its full erect state that it had been in not too long before. As much as I wanted to not get excited and get in more trouble, the more feeling my cock in my mother's lap turned me on. My ultimate fantasy was mom. My mind might not have figured it out, but my body sure did. I was naked and my cock was in full contact with the woman I wanted to fuck most in this world. The one person I would do anything for. My mind may not have understood, but my rock hard cock was doing the thinking for me. I lost count of the slapping of my ass. Maybe it was 10 slaps on each cheek, maybe it was 20. The only thing I could focus on was my arousal. So when the spanking stopped, and mom didn't say anything, she just rested her hands on my ass. Her breathing was somewhat erratic and heavy. Her hands were in full contact now and slowly started to move in circles like she was trying to rub the sting out of my skin. "Was she sorry for spanking my bare ass?" The circles began to get bigger and bigger as she now fondled more of me. I stayed focused on my stiffness stuck between us until she stopped caressing my butt. Mom reached over me, leaning forward just a little bit. Not enough for me to fall off, but just enough for her to reach my bedside table and get inside the top drawer, where I kept my bottle of baby oil for my private times. Her hand found it immediately. I didn't know she knew it was there, but she didn't have to search at all. Pulling the bottle out, she opened it one handed like an expert and sprayed the cold slippery oil all over my behind in excess. I could feel it dripping down my hips and the crack of my ass to my balls and onto her skirt. She made a sloppy mess of it and she didn't seem to care. With a snap of the lid, I heard the bottle land on my bed softly; she must have closed it and tossed it aside. Her hands made it right back onto each oily red cheek. She began the circles again, rubbing the baby oil into my skin, almost trying to rub the sting out. As she continued to comfort my behind, with each circle she made on me, one of her fingers on either hand would slide down the crevice of my ass until finally a finger from both hands was doing it simultaneously. The rubbing slowed, the fingers sliding down my crack took longer and longer with each round of her hand until both her hands came to a stop with almost all her fingertips right down my middle. With no movement at all, I could hear mom breathing hard, and I could feel the pulsing of blood through my erection. This situation was nothing but stimulating me, arousing me further, my own mother unintentionally providing me the best sexual contact I've ever had. I felt mom start to spread my ass cheeks slowly, as if she was looking for something. Her right index finger found my rosebud first, quickly followed by her left. The rest of her hands held my ass cheeks apart while her index fingers rubbed the baby oil into my tight anus outer ring. "Baby, this is the last of your punishment." She spoke for the first time since starting my spanking. "Just stay still and this will be over before you know it." One of her index fingers began pressing into me slowly and she turned her finger just a little back and forth. I felt the tip of it pass the tight ring into me. "Ohhhhh" slipped out of my mouth, the feeling was overwhelming. The same finger pushed in further to her knuckle. The pressure intensified in my rectum until she slid it back out. She continued this process for nearly a minute of invading my ass with one finger in and out slowly. She seemed to finally realize what she was doing to me. It had to be clear that my 7 inch iron rod was pressing into her skirt covered lap. She came to a complete halt. "Get up god damn it!" I jumped at her command standing straight up in front of her, my cock bouncing around but maintaining its upward pointing position. "Just stand there and don't move!" She ordered me again. Grabbing the baby oil she sprayed a line of it from the head of my cock to the base and all around my hairy balls. Oil was splashing everywhere. It was on her skirt, her blouse, all over my legs, not to mention the bed and floor. It was a sloppy mess. She didn't seem to care. She closed the oil again and discarded it to the bed once more. With lightning speed her left hand was on my shaft stroking it roughly. "Is this what you want?" she asked. "Well? Fucking tell me what you want... you dirty nasty little fucker." I didn't know what to say. So I said nothing and she kept stroking me for about a minute until she stopped. She didn't let go of me though. My hot sexy mother was sitting in front of me, holding my dick that was all oiled up. She seemed like she didn't know what to do next. So I stood motionless and she sat still. During that time, I gazed on her wet white blouse; it was becoming transparent in spots with all the oil on it. I could see parts of her bra and the hard nubs of her nipples pushing against it. I think she knew I was staring. "So you want to be a mother fucker?" she paused. "Huh? Is that what you want?" Her voice angry and certain now. "Well not today you little prick." She continued to talk but said nothing. She huffed harshly and I could see the light bulb go off in her head. "I want you to get on your bed on all fours, ass up in the air, and head down, eyes in your pillow and stay there until I come back. You understand me boy?" "Yes mommy" She released my rod and started moving towards the door as I got into my position atop the bed sheets. Once I was where she instructed me to be, she said "Good boy, stay there and don't move you nasty little whore." She disappeared for at least 5 minutes, during which my cock did deflate at all, if anything it seemed to get harder knowing that this whole situation was going to continue. I briefly thought about stroking myself while waiting, but I was so close to cumming without any touching, if I did stroke a couple times, I was likely to explode. When I heard her enter the room, she immediately told me to keep my head down on the pillow. She crawled onto the bed behind me, positioning herself behind my spread asshole. I felt more oil being sprayed on me, she must have used half my bottle so far, I was soaking wet. Then I felt her index finger return to my anus, pressing into me yet again. "You like that my little bitch boy?" she asked and I didn't respond. With no answer she slapped my ass as hard as she could. "Answer your mother bitch!" and slapped it a second time. "Yes mommy." She proceeded to put a second finger in me, spreading my hole further and working the baby oil into me. With each thrust I started to moan, I had no idea this could be so good. I was quickly reaching my boiling point. My mother was going to make me cum on the bed without anything touching my member. A third finger went in and I groaned very loudly. In and out she was fucking my ass with most of her fingers and I was spread wide enjoying mommy's manipulations. When she removed her fingers, I felt empty, I want them back in me so badly that I actually said to her; "Please mommy, put them back in. Please!" Another long squirt of oil hit my rear end, but I felt it dripping inside my asshole this time, she certainly did open me up. It was cold and strange feeling in my ass. Then the bed shifted under us, she positioned herself directly behind me as if she was going to fuck me doggie style. I was confused, what was she doing? It was then I felt something else touch me. It was thick and hard, I didn't know what my mother was about to slide into me. "Bitch, you're not going to fuck me today. You aren't a motherfucker yet. But I'm going to fuck you good and hard and make you my sex slave." I didn't exactly understand what she meant until I felt her slam all the way into me. It hurt like hell and suddenly I was on fire with pain and I cried out. Something was shoved up inside me, and I mean all the way inside me. She didn't move. I could feel her hips pressed against my ass cheeks and something was pressed against my taint. She was motionless for about a minute. "Tell me when the pain subsides." She commanded and neither us moved. About a minute or so later, my anus started to relax and the pressure was still there, but it wasn't hurting a lot like her first push into me. "Mommy" I said. "Yes?" "The pain is going away." I told her. "Good." She was totally in command and started pulling out of me slowly until I felt the tip of what she had reach my outer ring. Slam, she pushed back hard for a second stroke. It hurt but not as much as the first time. She slid back again. Slam, all the way in once more. Still the pain was there, but less than before. She continued to fuck my ass like this for about 15 strokes into me. "Bitch, now that I have your ass completely spread out. You're gonna turn over so mommy can fuck you right." she explained and removed her toy from my ass. My lower half was really sore, but I rolled over onto my back as mom got off the bed. It was then that I had my first real look at her. She stood 5 foot 5 inches tall, 36 C naked tits with big nipples and wide hips, an almost completely flat stomach, and besides seeing my mother naked for the first time, the strangest thing was the strap on dildo wrapped around her jutting out from where I thought I'd see her pussy. I could see her pussy, it was covered up by the dildo, below the dildo hung two big fake balls and I understood what was pressing into me then. Mom was literally fucking me with a fake cock. Mom suddenly was my master. I was her slave. Her cock was her choice of weapons it seemed. On my back now, she grabbed my feet and pulled me to the bottom edge of my bed. She was much stronger than I would have ever imagined. She lifted my legs to her shoulders as she stood with her fake cock pressed firmly against my bottom. "Baby, I am only going to say this once." She exclaimed, "I'm so glad I caught you today, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time just like I fuck your father. You are my new boy toy around here. You are now my slave and will always be my slave." Confused but aroused, I said nothing. Mom found my ass with her cock again, entering me slowly this time. When she was all the way in, she wrapped her arms around my legs, catching my hardness in her right hand, her left hand just held my leg steady. Mom began to fuck me. We looked into each other's eyes, master and slave acknowledging our roles. She would push into me with long hard strokes and gently caress my dick in time with her pumping. "Fuck me mommy! Fuck me hard!" I said it, I don't know where it came from but it came out of my mouth. So she proceeded to fuck me harder and faster. Stroking my cock with her motions. "Mommy, I'm gonna cum, mommy!" "That's it bitch cum for your nasty mother! Cum all over yourself you dirty little slut!" "Mommmmmmyyyyy!" I shouted as I erupted ropes of sperm that shot onto my face, neck, chest and belly. "That's a good slave, mommy made her little bitch cum!" She stopped her pumping and left the big life like cock in my ass. She unwrapped her arm around my leg and scooped some of the cum from my chest. "Clean up your cum slave." She fed me my own jism. Caught Ch. 02 This is the second chapter of "Caught," but you will understand the story better if you read "Caught Ch.1 edited." * I awoke the next morning feeling better than I have ever felt as next to me lies Ella. No longer my grandmother but my lover and I was so content of heart to have her lying by me. I rolled over to be closer to Ella and reached my hand over and cupped her lovely bosom in my hand and she whipered, "That feels so nice Harold, we can do things later. You moving in today?" "That's righ Ella dear." "Give me another hour and wake me up then." So I knew she was tired and I got up washed, and dressed. Then close to the hour I had some bacon in the oven as it cooks much better and some eggs on the griddle coffee going and toast. "Oh what a nice breakfast Harold, yes having you live here will be great. Go out on the door step and grab me the paper please?" So I did and as I am getting breakfast ready she sat at the table reading the paper through those gold half-glasses I came all over yesterday. "Come here Harold." I did so and she takes those sexy gold glasses and brushes them against my pants which were pushed out due to my erection. "I like that you like messing with my reading glasses or other pairs. You said you had a good time with my gold square glasses?" "Yeah Ella the ones with the half-moons." "And how do you know that is what the reading part of bifocals is called?" "Well I knew a lady, a neighbor really who I was friendly with. Her husband died and I would help her bring in groceries when I saw her and I asked her about her glasses why they had the half circle on the bottom." "And what did she tell you?" Asked Ella. "She said, "Come on in and I will show you." "So I went in and she told me to sit on the sofa. I did so and she came over with a few pair of her glasses which were ovals and squarish with the half-moons and she had a newspaper with her. She told me to put on a pair and look through both parts to see which was better for reading and as I am doing that she drags a pair over my crotch and smiled at me. Next thing I know my pants are on the floor and she has me in her mouth as she looks at me through her glasses and Ella is was so nice." "Yes I see, you are even bigger now just from telling me about this. Actually we could do that later if you would like." "Oh Ella that would be great." "It will be for the both of us Harold." We finished breakfast and I told her I wanted to go get my stuff and start moving in and Ella was very happy about that. I knew it as I saw the changes in her face and eyes. There was definitely a newer younger look to Ella then there had been and I was so lucky to be the man who makes her feel that way. I was back around three that afternoon with boxes my stuff and Ella told me to put them in her large closet. I am telling you the feeling I had of being settled and having a hot older lady as my lover is the best thing going. "Harry, I would like you to dress up after supper in my clothes and I like it that you crossdress. But my clothes are a bit big on you and we can start going out and buying you skirts and blouses that will fit you better. I love you and will help you with your other side, your feminine side. I will show you how to do make-up and other things." So after a supper of burgers done out on the grille and baked taters and salad I dressed up foe Ella. I wore a black skirt with a white blouse and v necked ruffles. Ella's heels fit me fine and I was looking good. "Harold you look very nice but you need boobs, and It just so happens I have a pair for you. I forgot to tell you earlier but here they are." "I thought of that Ella from time to time." "I mean you look like a carpenters dream, "Flat as a board and easy to screw." You'll look much more womanly now." I could not believe it, real fake bosoms with nipples even. I took the blouse off and stuffed my mamories into the silky lacy bra I had on and what a feeling. Ella came over and touched them up a bit telling me how they should be put in. I put ther blouse back on and Ella handed me her gold half-glasses with beaded eyeglass chain. "Put these on Harold." "Now you look a lot more womanly." "Harrold, you need a feminine name to go with your other side, you do know that right?'" "I have thought about it but did not know if I was getting too into this by giving myself a woman's name Ella looked at me in a funny way. "Harold, your wearing fake boobs, a skirt;blouse; heels my half-glasses and ear rings and you think having a feminine name would get you in to this too far? That is kind of funny. So why not start thinking of a name you would like?" I have a few ideas for later but have you been practicing Hanon for finger technique??" "Not today Ella as I was moving in." "Right, well do an hours worth of practice with at least fifteen minutes of Hanon in there. Go over the 1,4 and 5seven chords of all the keys and I like looking at you dressed as a woman with bosoms." A while later Ella comes in and asks me to give her a demo of my efforts I did so and she was very pleased. "Lets go to bed now Harold." So I followed her in and she stripped off her clothes and asked, "Mind if I suck some cock?" To which I answered whole heartedly, "Hell no." So Ella is sitting on the side of the bed and I am standing there in front of her with my skirt and slip pulled up and panties off to the side. She takes all of me in one gulp and her mouth is so soft and warm inside and she is wiggling her tongue on the tip of my dick as she is bobbing her head back and forth with her silver oval glasses part way down her nose. That too is a turn on as she would wear them further up being bifocals. Ella suprised me by reaching a hand up and touching my bosom. She took her gold half-round glasses that were resting upon them and rubbed them over my blouse covered boobs and it was at that time I came in spades and did it feel wonderfull. Ella took the whole load, never once letting my cock out. She was experienced in this and that meant she really liked it. I loved it and I was starting to realise there are more places to put a cock than one would imagine. "So Harry, how was that?" Asked Ella. "Just great Ella, you took the whole load, and then some! "I wanted it bad and my idea of touching your tits with my half-glasses worked. You do know that women like to play with each other...right?" "I heard of that at times and I think it is nice Ella." "That is good because women can please each other by use of a dildo and I may introduce you to a few of my friends, how do you like that, and by the way I like that you have a fetish for my heels." "Go to my closet and get my dress heels any pair in patent black is fine." I brought over a nice pair of sweetwalkers with bows and she starts rubbing them all over down there and it felt nice, really. That cool black smooth heel all over my balls and cock, done by my lover, does it get any better than this? I rather doubted it. It was as though she read my mind. She got up and went to her dresser and from it took out a few pair of glasses. gold square glasses with half-moons as were the blue square pair. She starts rubbing them along my cock and under my balls and I loved it but not expecting to get off again so you can imagaine how I felt when I blew a few gobs of liquid love all over her granny glasses and she licked the cum up as if she hadn't had any for a while. Well hell it was all of twenty minutes or so since she had my cock in her lovely head, must have seemed like years to her. "Well Harold let's hit the sack, I'm bushed." "Sure thing Ella, I am too. So I climbed in we snuggled a bit and Ella says, "That cock of yours is getting bigger all the time, I think the more I do things with it the bigger it gets. And Harold put those two pair of glasses in your drawer, that way they are there when you want to do things. I saw how hard you got when I touched you with them." "Oh thanks Ella." "And Harry, same goes for my heels too, you know where they are. If you have to do things at times I understand but, save me some too huh?" "Sure thing Ella. Next morning I decided to do some waffles and fried eggs with sausage. Ella loved a good breakfast. So I am standing at the counter making up waffle batter and she tip toed in and with her gold half-rounds down her sexy nose, she plants a kiss on me that was quite impressive, then she went for my mouth and our tongues danced. "Look at this, eggs, waffles and sausage. My studmuffin is really something in the kitchen." I had plans to make her an angel cake later as I knew she liked that a lot. "Harold, I will be out for a bit later, so why don't you get in some real practice while the house is quiet." "Sure Ella, it is the other way to get to Carnegie hall as opposed to two rights and a left off the freeway." So later when she was out I whipped up an angel cake and it came out just fine. I practiced some more as it was cooling off then I split it so as to have two cakes dug out the middle a bit and filled with bluebery pie filling, put the top back on and gave the cake a light sprinkle of confectioners sugar. I gave thought to doing myself but I figured it would be nicer to cum all over my lover. Ella came back around four and had a few things for me like panties slips and brassieres as well as a few skirts and blouses. I was so totally surprised and very pleased that my lover encouraged my softer side to come into full bloom. Ella was quite pleased I loved what she had gotten me but was even more pleased when she saw the cake. "Where'd this come from? like did someone drop it off?" "No Ella I made it for you." "You made me a cake on my birthday?, that is so sweet and loving." She grabbed me with her bosoms pressing hard against me and gave me some real tongue. I had no idea it was her birthday, I just made it because I love her. "Ella, I made the cake for you because I have so much feeling for you, I had no idea it is your birthday, otherwise I would have gotten you a card too." "The fact you made me a cake is wonderfull as it is, very loving and later we will do some new things in the bedroom. You know anything about bonding?" "It is part of article 250 in the national electrical code concerening grounds, equipment grounding." "Oh maybe I should have said bondage." "I know nothing about bondage but have no trouble learning." "Good attitude, always strive to learn more."Said Ella. Later that evening I learned about bondage. Ella did not have chains and ropes, she had a number of long belts from where ever with two rows of holes. She had my hands tied behind me then to the headboard, same with my feet to the footboard. Ella then starts to touch me allover with her various pairs of glasses and high heels. Ella kept stroking my cock and balls with her glasses and heels and there I was in bed donning a bra with falsies and my manhood standing up stiff as a flagpole. Ella decided it was time so she got her self up and on me and it felt so great. She is looking at me through a pair of gold square glasses with the half-moons and is licking my newly aquired boobs. I did not really feel this but seeing her lick them was a turn-on and I am bucking at the hips, thrusting my meat up into my lover. It is a turn on when your lover is on top and you see her lovely bush going up and down your rod as well as seeing her pussy juices make your cock glisten with love sauce. "Faster, harder."Spoke Ella in a voice of seriousness. I slammed the throttle of this love machine forward another few notches increasing not only the number of strokes but the strength behind them as well. Ella looking at me through her sexy half-moons and licking my tits, ya, I blew my load so far up into Ella her eyes had blue sparks in them. Now that is the way to love your lover. She thrashed and bucked and I could tell she was having as good a time as I was. I had cum and pussy juices all over me but that was fine as after Ella was satisfied she licked the stuff off me. "Well, even tied up you gave Ella something to really be happy about, that was great. I might just leave you tied up for the night." "I don't think so Ella for one thing I have to do a few things and two, if you want as good a time as this I will need some sleep." "Yes of course, you can't tell when I am kidding?" "Apparently not Ella, it was very nice, that's for sure. I liked being tied up frankly speaking. "That is good because the man will be here Monday to put up the mirror and hooks on the ceiing. " "WHAT MIRROR?" "The one for the ceiling you silly Billy." "Sheeesh I had no idea you were so into this Ella." "Oh fa Gods sakes Harry I am kidding. You really thought I was into that sort of thing?" "I have to say yes and though I did like being tied until you brought it up I had no idea you thought of such things." "Harry, I read books, some are quite funky and a lot of things get spoken of. It is just that I thought you would like being tied up and having me drag my black sexy heels over your cock and balls as well as my half-glasses and my other glasses with the half-moons you so much like. "Oh yes I loved it Ella, but you are kidding about the mirror and hooks right?" "Oh I don't know. . . I am not doing anything in the near future if that makes you feel better." Caught Ch. 02 Dave put his hand on her midriff and lifted himself on an elbow. He looked at Alice's face and to his immense joy he saw her completely at ease. She looked up at him without any hint of tension in her any more, with no anxiety left - just happiness. He bent over to kiss her again and she put an arm round his neck. "Would you really like to have a baby with me?" she whispered. Dave nodded. "Yes," he said. "You know, last night - I sat up for a very long time, and I finally realised how much I had missed the things that life's about - warmth, and happiness, and an arm around your shoulder -" He stroked her hand - "and sharing what you like. When you started to cry at the concert - my ex would never listen to my records. She'd sing through them, deliberately out of tune. And I loved shopping with you, and I think we can share poetry and stuff... I'll check with the airline tomorrow to see if there's a seat for you, too - otherwise I will have to get new tickets on a different flight." "Maybe I can find a job in a hotel nearby there," she said. "No," Dave said. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at him. "Oh dear," he said. "I'm sorry. Just pull my ear when I act like this, won't you? Of course you can, especially in summer. And you certainly should retain your independence, as much as possible. But I meant to say, why don't you finish your studies?" She was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "Yes, I'd love to, of course. I may have a more interesting job then. Oh, I must tell them I'm leaving, tomorrow." "Will it be a problem for you to stop at once?" Dave asked. "I have only one more appointment tomorrow afternoon. I had planned to visit the library, and do some other things but they're of no importance, really. We can have all day to show each other the things we like here, and you can show me a little of your history, if that's not too painful. I'd really like to know." "No," Alice said. "I don't think it's too painful - it will be good to get it off my chest. And I have a lot of good memories, too. I will tell them I want to stop straight away." Dave nodded. Then he grinned and said, "So where did you get those eyes? You father's, or your mother's?" "I'll show you," she said. "Come." They got up and walked into the living-room. "It's strange," she said. "I would never have thought I could simple be here stark naked with someone and not feel embarrassed - but I just feel so happy!" Dave beamed. He looked at her and nodded, and tried to answer, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead he kissed the tip of her nose while he held her face with his hands. He nodded again. She went to one of the cupboards and took an album. "These are the photographs I've got," she said. Dave sat down and Alice sat on his knee. She opened the album and they looked at it together. There were a lot of pictures of a little girl with blonde corkscrew curls and a friendly-looking man with a moustache. "That's me," Alice said, "and that's my father." There was a picture of a woman who stared into the lens with unseeing eyes. Dave didn't like her mouth very much; it showed discontent and reminded him of his ex. "That's my mother," Alice said. "She'd already started using then, but it wasn't too bad yet. You can at least see her eyes clearly in this picture." "Yes," Dave said. "Isn't there a portrait of your father?" Alice nodded. She got up and took an envelope from the cupboard. Inside was an enlarged photograph of her father's face. She looked at it and wiped a hand over her eyes. She handed the picture to Dave. He looked at it. The features were only a little like Alice's; but his eyes were the split image of Alice's own, he thought. "You've got your father's eyes," he said. "That's lovely." Alice nodded. She took the picture from him, and put it back. Then she sat on his knee again. She put her arms round him and rested her head on his shoulder. "I am so happy with you," she said, "but I also feel like crying - I wish you could have met him." "Yes," Dave said. "I like his looks very much - and you can see in the pictures of the two of you how much he loved you. Why do you keep it in an envelope? We could have it framed and put it on the wall." She nodded. "Yes," she said. "You won't mind?" "On the contrary," he said. "I want you to feel it's your place as much as mine - and luck didn't leave you too much. But this is a wonderful portrait. Have you any more treasures?" Alice shook her head. "No," she said. "Anything that was of any value..." She let the sentence dangle. "I'm getting cold," she said. "Shall we go back to bed?" They cuddled together under the duvet. Alice stroked his chest, and then she ran a finger round his nipples. It made him shudder. He felt her buttocks with his free hand, and then he said, "I'd love to kiss you all over. May I?" In answer Alice let go of him and rolled onto her back. She smiled at him. "Be my guest," she said. Dave slowly explored her body with his mouth. He loved the taste of her, and he liked the smell of her body. He went all the way down to her toes and then up again, and he stopped at her crotch. He looked up at her face with a question in his eyes. She smiled and nodded. "Please," she said. Dave made love to her slowly. He used the blade of his tongue first, and ran it along the length of her slit; then he found her inner labia and took them between his lips. He pulled at them a little before he stuck the tip of his tongue between them to taste her juices. Alice got the shivers from his treatment; not just because he touched the right nerves, but even more so because she could sense his love for her. Dave went back to her labia with his tongue and eventually he slowly, slowly moved up to her clitoris. "Oh, please, yes..." Alice said. She gripped his hair with her hands and pushed her pussy up to meet his face, and she came almost immediately. Dave lay his head on her thigh and waited for her high to subside. She stroked his hair and found his mouth with a finger. He kissed it. When her breathing was steady again Dave stretched out beside her. "When you changed into your new outfit," he said, "you were wearing some blue lingerie. Could you tell me about it?" "Yes," she said, surprised at the question. "I bought it after a nasty confrontation with my mother. She's shouted at me and she called names, and said I was plain, and - I just wanted to feel desirable and nice and I went and bought it. It was really beautiful then. And I didn't know if you wanted to have me as a courtesan, or what, and I decided that if you should want to have sex with me I wanted to look my best..." She smiled a little. "I know it wasn't much, really. But I wish I had kept it. I - it did keep up my spirits a little, somehow." "I thought as much," Dave said. "Er, it's still there. Your smell was on your bra, and I just couldn't throw it with the rest. It's in my suitcase in the hotel." She let the implication of what he'd just said sink in. "Were you in love with me already then?" she said. He smiled. "I think so," he said. "But as I told you, I didn't want to give in to my own feelings - I thought I'd be unable to commit myself again." "Uhuh," she said. "I'm glad you've kept it." Then she rolled on top of him and felt for his cock. "Let's make love again," she said. The next morning they went back to the hotel together. Alice went into the managers office and told him she wanted to give up her job. He was a little surprised, since he knew she was hard up, but she told him in a few words what he needed to know to understand her reasons. Alice had been a good worker; he paid her wages to the hour and wished her happiness. Alice thanked him and left the office. "I'd like you to meet Mary Anne," she said. "She's the woman that fed me." They went to the kitchen together. Mary Anne, who hadn't seen Alice for couple of days, was happy to hear nothing untoward had happened, and even happier for her when Alice told her she and Dave were going to live together in the provinces. "Lovely, Alice," she said. "I hope you'll be very happy together." She kissed her and shook hands with Dave. "Coffee?" she said. Alice looked at Dave. "Yes, please," he said. They had coffee together in the kitchen, and spent a pleasant ten minutes talking together. Then Dave and Alice took their leave. They spent the morning shopping; Alice bought more dresses, some pairs of trousers, some more lingerie - and this time Dave took an active part in their purchases - and generally all they thought Alice might need. They took the spoils back to hotel. "We've forgotten to buy some trunks," Dave said. "If we want to ship your things to Newport we can't just ship paper bags." He opened his own suitcase and took out the bag he'd kept. "Look," he said. "I'd love you to wear it for me." Alice looked into the bag and smiled. "Gladly," she said. "Now?" "Yes, please," he said. "And I'd love to take it off of you tonight." She cuddled him for a moment and went into the bathroom to change. Like the other time she stepped out again to show him. He looked at her and somehow his eyes got wet. He took her in his arms, and held her as if she were about to run away. She smiled at him again. "Come," she said. "I'll put my dress back on." Early that afternoon Dave bought a second ticket to fly them to Southampton. He finished his final appointment and then they took the tube to the outskirts. Alice held an arm round Dave's waist as they walked to the house she was born in. She showed him a small, well-proportioned building that Dave judged to be about seventy years old. It had a small garden and looked well-kept. Alice pointed at a first floor window. "That used to be my room," she said. "I really loved this place." Then she showed him where the shops used to be, and they visited her old school. "Let's have a look inside," she said. They were met by an elderly lady. "Hello, Mrs Jamison," Alice said. "I used to go to school here and I'd like to show it to my friend. May we look around for a moment?" "You must be Alice Green," the lady said to her surprise. "You remind me of your father. I hope you take after him. Yes, you may look around; I will come with you." They made a short tour of the building and then Mrs Jamison took them into her office. "I don't want to intrude," she said, "but I heard your mother died some time ago. Rumour had it she gave you a hard time." Alice nodded. "Yes," she said, "she did. But that's past and done now." "So," Mrs Jamison said. "And what have you made of your life?" "Well," Alice replied, "I think I will finish my studies by the end of this year... I worked as a chambermaid for the last ten years or so." She briefly told her about her life; and then they went out into the spring sunshine again. "She was a dear," she said. "Very severe, and very just. I liked her a lot." They went to a bookshop first. Dave found a copy of Robert Frost's Selected Poems and showed Alice The Road Not Taken. "This is what made me realise I really wanted you, and that I would be an idiot if I let this one chance pass," he said. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Alice said. "It's really what life is all about. And sometimes -- most times, I suppose -- you simply don't know the right road. But we both chose right. And we both found the crock of gold at the end of our rainbow; especially now its one rainbow for the two of us." She looked at him with so much love in her eyes that it made Dave glow inside. They went to one of the parks for the afternoon and walked, talked and had a good time. Dave told her about his youth and his family, things they had not talked about yet, and they spent some time sitting on a perk bench watching the people going by. They had early dinner at a small restaurant and then they went to hear Jean Françaix and a couple of other twentieth century French composers. The concert was pleasant enough but not as devastating as the first one had been. They went back to the hotel. "I'll get my toothbrush, my razor and pyjamas," Dave said. "We can leave the rest here; it's quicker to the airport and we have most of tomorrow to arrange things." "Do you really think you'll be wanting your pyjamas, sir?" Alice said, looking at him demurely. "My toothbrush and razor it'll be, then," he grinned, looking forward to undressing her. In her room he took off her dress and first held a along time in her old lingerie. "It really looks beautiful on you," he said, "and I am very glad it's still there." Then they made love, very gently and very long, and afterward they lay talking for hours while Alice held his head firmly against her breasts. The next morning they bought some big trunks and packed most of Alice's clothes in them, together with her stereo, the two books and her CDs; and they arranged for them to be taken to Dave's place. Then they went for a drink and from there they walked along the river once more. They ended up at the Abbey. Dave hadn't been there for ages, so he bought tickets and they went in. He wasn't particularly religious, but this, he thought, a little awed by the surroundings, was a good place to propose to her. "It's a little unnecessary an longer, perhaps," he said. "But still - will you marry me?" Alice nodded and kissed him. "I love being caught," she whispered.