11 comments/ 78836 views/ 68 favorites Life Begins Again Ch. 01 By: RonCabo Looking around the room at the eight people seated in chairs in a circle, Andrew Morgan couldn't ever remember seeing a sadder group; not even at any of the many funerals he had attended. A very attractive woman sitting directly across from him about his age—early 40's—caught his eye. He noticed her rounded breasts bubbling out of her low cut top, and her shapely legs visible from her moderately short skirt, and was briefly amazed that she could arrest his attention. She glanced at him, offering a hint of a smile, which he returned, and they both quickly turned away as though such a gesture was not permitted. A woman seated at three o'clock from him stood to speak. "You're all here because your spouse left you for someone else," Dr. Joanne Podesta began. "You've gone through ugly divorces and you're struggling with that or you wouldn't be here. I'm here to tell you that you did nothing to cause this. That may not be how some of you feel, it may be contrary to accusations made by those former spouses, but it's not your fault. That's not to say you're blameless. But remember, it takes two to tango. "We live in a fast food society with a throwaway mentality. We get tired of our automobile, we buy a new one. We don't like where we live, we move. We lose interest in our job, we look for a new one. And with the divorce rate at over fifty percent, we fall out of love with our spouse, and instead of attempting to preserve or repair our marriage, we leave it. None of you voluntarily left your marriage. None of you are at fault. "You will get through this, you will move on, and many of you will find someone else. And that is the goal of this group therapy. I want us to go around the room, introduce yourself, first name only, and tell a little about why you're here." The gentleman to the doctor's right went first—Ralph—and spoke in a quiet, mumbling voice. Andrew Morgan barely heard him. But when the pretty woman he previously exchanged smiles with talked, he listened. "I'm Nicole," she began nervously, tugging her skirt down another inch as though that made a difference. "My husband left me for another woman. I don't know why. I don't even know who she is and that bothers me. And I don't know what to do." Andrew Morgan heard no one after that. It wasn't that what Nicole said was so profound; there was just something in her tone and demeanor that had him stealing glances at her whenever he could. And then it was his turn. And having not considered what he would say due to his preoccupation, with sentiments mirroring the object of his attention, he echoed, "I'm Andy, and not to sound redundant, my wife left me for another man. I don't know why, either. I also do not know who he is and that bothers me, as well. Likewise, I don't know what to do, nor do I know what I want to do." There were polite chuckles; nothing demeaning, but it earned him another warm smile from Nicole. "So, when a spouse decides to have an affair," Dr. Podesta posed, "what issue does that suggest?" "Sex," Ralph spoke up. "My wife didn't seem to want it with me." "Nor my husband with me," another woman concurred. This led to a discussion about sex being the root cause for everyone's divorce. All attendees agreed that it had been an issue with their exes. Many felt that it had been a performance issue on their part, as though they were somehow not adequate in bed. "What I'm hearing," Dr. Podesta summed up, "is that none of you thought you were any good in the sack." She phrased it in the vernacular to lighten the mood. It drew some snickers. "I'm here to tell you that it wasn't you." "How can you say that?" another gent asked, then added with some embarrassment, "you never . . . experienced me." Even Dr. Podesta chuckled at that. "It's all about compatibility. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on your point of view—the only test is doing it with someone. You and your exes might not have been compatible. But that is not to say that your next partner won't think you're the greatest lover ever. Now, I'm not suggesting that you start hanging out in singles bars. I am telling you not to sell yourself short. You might hit it off perfectly in bed with your next partner. If not, learn what that person's sexual likes and dislikes are. Sexual compatibility is like love; most often it's something you have to really work at. "Our time is just about up, but what I'd like you to try to do before next time is to have sex if at all possible. I know that's easier said than done. But if you have the opportunity, do it. Don't obsess about it, don't do anything illegal to get it, and certainly don't pay for it." Now there were nervous giggles. "What I want you to discover is that there is someone out there for you. And I'm not suggesting that you enter into a relationship. Basically, I just want you to get laid!" Dr. Podesta liked to end her sessions on a humorous note, and that certainly did it. * * * The compatibility issue hit home with Andy. However he never thought it was because of any lack of skill on his part. That wasn't to say he thought he was the world's greatest lover. He knew better than that. That was also why he didn't want to make that point during the meeting and sound as though he was boasting. The fact was, he thought his wife just didn't enjoy sex. Although, now, upon reflection, it seemed more probable she just didn't like sex with him. So, it was compatibility. The doctor knew what she was talking about. And it did make him feel better. He was intentionally slow to leave the meeting. He wanted to exit with Nicole. Why, he did not know. Aside from just looking, he hadn't been interested in another woman since the day his ex announced she wanted a divorce. He hadn't even had sex since then. That made this assignment somewhat intimidating. Although, if Nicole could be his test case . . . Why was he having such thoughts? When she ended up alongside of him as they departed, Andy mentioned, "Sorry, I copied your introduction, but you really captured the situation in a nutshell." Nicole offered her very becoming smile. "No worries. Glad I could help." Too nervous to say any more, Andy merely thanked her and went on his way. * * * Aside from noticing that Andy was handsome, Nicole really gave him no further thought. He was obviously as nervous as was everyone else. She was among those who believed that something she had done or not done sexually was what drove her ex into another woman's arms. She wasn't sure how much she bought into the compatibility issue. But one thing was certain. There would be no way for her to test that theory. She was not going to go out and pick up a man just to have sex. There were a couple of guys at work whom she was sure would be willing, but she didn't care for the message it would send. On the other hand, Nicole hadn't had sex since her husband moved out, and she actually kind of missed it. She hadn't really thought much about that for a while. Perhaps today's session was a reminder that it had been a long time. Whether she considered her ex to have been good in bed and/or herself to have been poor, whatever they had done, she had enjoyed it. A part of her even wondered if she knew what good sex really was. She'd always believed that wine did not have to be expensive to be good; that if it tasted good and she liked it, it was a good wine. Was the same concept true about sex? If she enjoyed it and climaxed it was good sex? Or had she yet to experience that? These thoughts carried her all the way home. Her 19 year-old son, Nick, was waiting for her when she entered. "How did it go?" he asked without greeting. "Hello to you, too," Nicole said. "Hi, mom," he offered to appease her. "So, how did it go?" Nicole shrugged. "Okay, I guess." "That doesn't sound encouraging." "It was just one group session." "What does that mean?" "It means these things take time." She saw he was dressed in gym shorts and t-shirt. "What have you been doing?" "I played a little basketball with some friends." Ether Nicole didn't see her son in gym clothes much or she hadn't noticed that he was turning into quite a young man. He had developed a masculine physique, not bulging muscles, but a very pleasing appearance. "We'll, let's see what we can rustle up for dinner." * * * It was a similar scene at Andy Morgan's home. His 19 year-old daughter, Andrea, who had refused to leave with her "cheating" mother, was waiting for him. She approached him, gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Hi, dad." "Hey, sweetie." He put his briefcase down in its usual place on the floor just outside the foyer. Since the divorce, father and daughter had learned to be open with each other and there was very little they couldn't or wouldn't discuss. "I feel like I've been through the ringer." "Tough meeting?" "Not so much what I expected." To her questioning eyes, he gave her the gist of it. "Sex?" Andrea said with a big grin. "What a concept!" "It's a little intimidating." "Dad they'll be lining up at the singles bar for you." "No singles bars. I'm not going for a cheap pick-up." "Don't tell me you're going to pay for it?" "No, that's against the rules." Andrea grinned. "Well, I think there are a couple of old ladies down the street. They might be interested." "Very funny." "Well, I figured you might come home stressed out, so I made some comfort food for you. Good old spaghetti." She made it sound simple, but she had inherited her mother's talent for cooking—and her looks, Andy now noticed. "Andrea you're the greatest!" They made small talk through dinner, discussing how her first year of college was going. After dinner he cleaned up the kitchen. It was an unmentioned agreement that whoever did the cooking, the other would do the dishes. She went off to take a bath; pretty much their standard evening. Sometimes, she would sit with him after and watch television, other times she would do homework or something else. No sooner did Andy get comfortable on the sofa than he realized he had to hit the bathroom. Since Andrea was in the hall bathroom, he had to go all the way into his bedroom to use the master bathroom. As he passed the hall bathroom, he saw that the door was not closed tight. It was also quiet in there because she was taking a bath rather than showering. Then he heard the water rippling and some barely audible moaning. The bathroom was divided into two sections. Where one entered was the wash area with counter and sink. Through another door was the toilet and tub. That door was also ajar a couple or three inches. Andy hesitantly, but curiously—and with a measure of concern—entered the washroom. He remained quiet in case there was nothing wrong. Water movement and throaty sounds were still discernible. He halted at the second door debating whether to peak in. It was wrong for him to violate his daughter's privacy, but another higher pitched utterance clinched the deal. With some embarrassment, Andy took a deep breath and leaned toward the partially opened door. He didn't want to spy, but at the same time, if nothing was wrong, he didn't want to disturb Andrea. Of all the things he thought he might see, the one possibility that never occurred to him was that she would be masturbating. She was stretched out in the tub, head tilted against the back rim, back arched, causing her—he noticed for the first time—nicely rounded small breasts to rise above the level of the water like a mountainous island in the ocean. One leg was extended and draped over the edge of the tub and the other opened as wide as the tub would allow. One hand was between her legs, the other fondling her breast. Andy quickly backed away and stealthily exited the bathroom; however, the scene was deeply etched in his mind. In his own bathroom trying his best to erase the image, a myriad of thoughts fought for consideration inside his befuddled brain. She was 19 years old, Andy reminded himself; it should come as no surprise that she had sexual urges. Hopefully, this meant she wasn't getting it anywhere else. Beyond that, he just kept seeing the vision of her beautiful nude body. When he unzipped his pants to fish out his penis to relieve himself, he had subconsciously realized it, but now he was shocked to find that he had a hard on, and a pretty serious one at that. He silently reprimanded himself. And yet he couldn't help himself from thinking about what he had seen. A knock on his door brought Andy back to reality. He'd lost the urge, but not the erection. Stuffing it uncomfortably back in, he zipped back up. "You coming to watch TV, dad?" Andrea called out. Glancing down at the bulge in his pants, he didn't think he could face his daughter right now. He wasn't sure he could look at her without mentally undressing her. And that was wrong. "No, I think I'm going to turn in early," Andy called back. "I'm drained." "Oh," she responded through the door. "Are you okay?" "Yes, just tired." "Alright. Well, can I come in and tell you goodnight?" Andy closed his eyes hard. They always hugged and kissed goodnight. How could he deny her that? Reluctantly, he told her to come in. As she stepped over to him he wondered if he had never really paid attention to what she wore to bed, or because of what he had previously observed, he now noticed that she had on the briefest panties and a nearly see-through tank top. Or had he never noticed because she had never dressed like this before? They went through their goodnight routine and he hoped she couldn't feel his hard on. Andrea could sense his apprehension, and again asked, "Are you sure you're alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine," he answered not too convincingly. "Dad, don't worry about the sex thing. I have a feeling it's going to find you!" After she left, Andy brushed his teeth, stripped down to his boxers, and realizing that he really was tired, he slipped into bed. He laid down, but before he could reach over to switch off the lamp, he knew he had to do something about the discomfort of his raging hard on. He got erections regularly, but he couldn't remember having one so massive in a very long time. With a glance toward the door to his room he saw that it was mostly closed, so he pushed his boxers down to his knees, grabbed hold of his cock for a satisfying means to a much needed end. * * * Andrea returned to her bedroom intending to catch up on some school reading, but after repeating the same paragraph several times, she abandoned that fruitless task and turned on the small TV. Surfing through all channels two complete times and finding nothing interesting to watch, she switched it off. Of course, she knew that her difficulty in concentrating was because of her concern for her dad. He was a terrific parent and he had always been there for her. When she was younger, he was always the one to stay home with her if she was sick. Her useless mother always claimed that it was easier for him to get off of work, but as she grew older, that excuse always seemed doubtful. And then, one day, the poor excuse for a wife decided she wanted a divorce. In Andrea's mind, there was nothing her father could have done to cause her mother to want to end their marriage. So it came as no surprise when it was discovered the woman was having an affair. Her father had done everything in his power to save the marriage, although Andrea could not for the life of her understand why he had wanted to salvage the union. Why would he have wanted to stay with someone who had cheated on him? He'd always told her it was because it was the right thing to do, and she'd accepted that because he gave it as his reason. But the truth was, Andrea could not be so forgiving. She was glad she had been over 18 at the time of divorce so she could choose which parent she wanted to live with. She had hardly spoken with her mother since then. She'd had no need to, nor any desire to. And the few occasions that mother and daughter had spoken had not been very amicable. Since the divorce, Andrea's father had always been upbeat, as though nothing was ever wrong. Of course, she'd had her doubts. And then, when he came home one day and said he was going to go to group therapy; that told her something was wrong. He had tried to reassure her that there were no problems; he just wanted to hear what other people were doing to move on. Again, she accepted it because he'd said it. However, tonight, his description of the session told her something she had never considered. It was a sexual issue. Further evidence of this was when he had looked in on her in the bathtub. He probably thought her eyes were closed, but they hadn't been completely. Undoubtedly, he had heard her masturbating and thought something was the matter until he discovered what it was. Like the responsible man he was, once he witnessed what she was doing, he instantly backed off. But the fact was, knowing he had seen her made her orgasm much sweeter. He was a very handsome man, and in her mind, she had imagined him standing there watching her knowing she knew he was watching her. Andrea was further thrilled when she hugged him goodnight and she felt the brush of his erection against her abdomen. Though it was only a fleeting moment, she was certain it was large, just as she always dreamed it would be. She toyed with the idea of getting herself off again, but had a better idea. Very quietly, Andrea tiptoed down the hall to her father's bedroom. The door was still ajar as she had left it and his beside lamp was still on. Peeking in, she nearly gasped aloud, less because he was also masturbating, but more because of the size of the cock he held in his hand. His face was set with determined concentration, and his fist was a blur as it flew up and down his shaft. She could tell he was stifling his groans. Andrea's hand went down her panties to her pussy to finger her clit. But she suddenly stopped when her dad stopped. She quickly backed away fearing he had seen her. However, he emitted a moan of aggravation which suggested he was having no success. A second later, his lamp went off. Stealing quietly back to her bedroom, Andrea felt bad for her dad. On the other hand, she was quite aroused by the sight of his gorgeous cock. She'd had sex with a couple of guys that she had dated. But they had been young, inexperienced and possessed nothing like what she had just seen. Oh, how she would like to see it again. Better still... * * * Much like the Morgans, Nicole and her son had a division of labor. One cooked and the other cleaned up. However, Nick had not yet honed his culinary skills so his mother usually ended up doing that chore. It was just as well, she cleaned up after herself as she prepared meals, so cleaning the kitchen was actually the easier task. During dinner, Nicole went into greater detail about her group therapy session. She and Nick didn't have a problem discussing sex. However, most of their conversations on the subject had been more generic. Neither had ever questioned the other about their sexual activities. Nicole suspected that her son was somewhat active. He had no doubts his mother was not. She was certain he knew she'd been without for a long time, and that made some of the description of her session a bit uncomfortable. "So, what are you going to do about that, mom?" Nick wanted to know. She shrugged. "Not much I can do. I'm not seeing anyone, nor do I know any men I would be comfortable offering myself to. Besides, Dr. Podesta said if you have the opportunity, don't pass it up. I don't think she really meant for everyone to go looking for it." "I see your point," Nick agreed. "But I also think you're a very attractive woman and I don't think you'd have any problem finding someone—if you only looked." He had tried to convince her a number of times to start dating, but she always claimed she wasn't ready. Life Begins Again Ch. 01 "Thanks. But I think you're slightly prejudiced." "I don't know. I see a lot of women around campus of different ages. You could compete with any of them." "Well, I'll just say thank you." As he was cleaning up, Nick thought about that conversation. The fact of the matter was, he really did think his mother was attractive—and so did many of his friends, as way back as when any of them started noticing girls. Why his asshole of a dad had let go of her was beyond his comprehension. She was as easygoing a woman as could be; particularly when he heard the complaints his friends had made of their mothers. She had such a gentle manner that whenever she asked him to do something, he more than willingly did it and even wanted to do it—for her. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her piddle around, straightening up things here and there. She had kicked off her shoes and was flitting around in her semi-short skirt. She bent over to pick something up off the floor causing her skirt to rise up. She had a great pair of legs; just a beautiful woman. He hoped he found someone like her someday. "It's been a rough day," Nicole said, stepping up behind him. "Think I'm going to get ready for bed, read a little and turn in early." She patted him lovingly on his back and pecked him on the cheek. "Okay, mom. Sleep well." Nick finished in the kitchen and went to his bedroom. He thought more about the dinner time conversation and tried to imagine his mother having sex with a man. His mind actually just replaced her with a woman who looked similar to his mom from a porno flick he had watched the other day. That aroused him and he sat at his computer to see if he could find that movie again. Finding it, he played it on his large screen monitor, adjusting it so he could lie back in his bed to watch it. The woman was hot . . . but his mother was hotter. Nick had never really had any sexual fantasies about his mother. However, their conversation tonight and this film had simply stirred something within him. He couldn't help fondling his cock as he watched the movie and saw his mother on screen. * * * In her bedroom, ready to change into her sleeping attire, Nicole stood naked to look at herself in the mirror. She was generally pleased with what she saw, although she did not think she was beautiful like her son claimed. Still, their conversation and his complements made her feel—sexy? Was that too strong a word? Feeling a bit naughty she dressed in a low-cut, thigh-high nightie. Never know who you might meet in your dreams, she teased herself. Nicole giggled at the foolishness of that thought as she crawled into bed, propped up her pillows and reached for her book. But reading was not on her mind. Her son and his comments were. And the more she thought about that, she also recalled having noticed him in his t-shirt and shorts. From the time of her divorce, she had told Nick that he was now the man of the house. It was a typical expression that parents told sons, regardless of age, when the father was no longer around. But the truth was, Nick was a man. He had grown up without her noticing—until now. He was every bit the man his father was; more so, because he was a decent person. He did everything she ever asked without question. Thinking of him now as a man stirred something within her; something—she shuddered—sexual. That was shameful, bordered on distasteful. And yet, Nicole couldn't shake the manly image of Nick from her mind. She wondered how he looked underneath that t-shirt and shorts. The thought carried her halfway down the hall before she realized what she was doing. Stopping, her concern was less about the fact that she was heading toward her son's bedroom and more about the skimpy nightie she was wearing. Then she heard sounds coming from his room—sexual sounds. That intrigued her. Suddenly attire became less of an issue and her legs were moving again, stopping only before his partially opened door. Peeking in, Nicole wasn't really surprised that Nick was watching porn. She'd heard guys his age did that, and for a minute, she watched also. Nicole had never really watched porn before. Not only was it mesmerizing, it was quite arousing. She found herself drifting into his room, forgetting her attire and whatever her original purpose was in coming. Nicole didn't really notice the awestruck look on Nick's face as he watched her enter his room and sit on the very edge of his bed. Even he wasn't certain whether he was more amazed that she was here or how she was dressed. He'd caught glimpses of her in various stages of undress, though never completely nude, and never for this long. But for all that she had on—or really how little—he was getting to see quite a bit. "This is hot!" Nicole remarked, eyes glued to the screen. "Mmmm hmmmm," Nick agreed, speechless. "Wow! He's got a large penis." Nick had no comment on that. "This is amazing," Nicole said. Realizing she was uncomfortably seated on the very edge of the bed, she finally turned around to slide back. In the process, she now noticed that Nick was no longer in t-shirt and shorts, but was only in boxers and—her mouth dropped open—his erect penis was poking through the front slit and standing tall. "Oh, my," she gasped. "You're as big as the guy in the movie!" Glancing down in horror, Nick hadn't realized that his cock was exposed. "Uh, uh . . ." "Nothing to be ashamed about, honey." "I'm not ashamed, mom. But do you realize what you're doing?" He fumbled to tuck himself away. "I think we're past that." She saw him trying to stuff his cock back into his boxers. "You don't have to put it away." He complied, more out of shock at her saying that than any desire to be exposed. "I . . . I . . . you . . . you grew up without me noticing." Then, seeing the look of abject fear on his face, she said. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come in and disturbed you. You're entitled to your privacy." She started to get up. "No. You don't have to go, if you don't want to. We're both adults. If it doesn't bother you, it shouldn't bother me." "Does it bother you?" Nick shrugged. "I guess it was more the surprise of you coming in here, and then in that nightie." "Does it look bad?" Nicole phrased it as though she hadn't considered how she might look wearing something like this, but she knew he really meant that she was showing so much. "Are you kidding? You look fantastic! Better than a lot of girls my age." Nicole smiled, wondering how much of that was sincere. She glanced back at the screen. Suddenly, it dawned on her. Mouth agape, she uttered, "Oh, my! That woman looks like—" She turned back to Nick. "You," he mumbled in embarrassment. "Do you fantasize about me?" Nicole asked hesitantly, not sure she wanted to know the answer. Evasively, Nick answered, "I came across this by chance." Nicole's lookalike was giving one hell of a blowjob on screen. She was flabbergasted that the woman could mouth such a large dick. Sliding further back onto the bed, Nicole again looked down at her son's big cock, then back at the screen as though making a detailed comparison. Now, she stared into Nick's eyes, and then boldly reached out and wrapped her fingers around his pole. They just barely went all the way around. Nick exhaled deeply, a high-pitched sigh escaping his lips. If she did nothing else, her touch alone was divine. A number of thoughts were bouncing around in his head as to the propriety of this, but he pushed them aside not wanting anything to intrude on this special moment. "Correction," Nicole said. "I think you're bigger." She stroked him a few times causing his cock to pulse. "Your father wasn't this big. How did you grow this thing?" Nick chuckled. "The usual way." Stroking him more, enjoying the feel of the monster in her hand, Nicole asked, "Does this bother you?" "No. I'm just kind of surprised you're doing this." "I am, too. I guess it's wrong for a mother to be doing this to her son, isn't it?" "Only if the mother or the son thinks it is." "Truthfully, I'm not sure what I think. I'm not even sure what brought me here. I couldn't concentrate on reading, I kept thinking about my session and our conversation and here I was. Then when I saw this movie, something came over me. I do know one thing: I like doing this; whether it's wrong or not. You think other women do this with their sons?" "The woman in the movie does." Nicole's head swung back to the screen. "Really?" "Well, I don't know if that's really her son," Nick corrected. "They're probably just actors. But that's what the movie is all about." "So, you're obviously okay with your mother stroking you?" With a smirk, Nick quipped, "I'm trying my best to get through it." It took a second for Nicole to get that he was being facetious. She grinned, bent over and took the head of his penis in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. "And I'm guessing you'll get through this also?" Nodding, Nick pointed out, "Truthfully, mom, it seems like it's doing you as much good as me." She stopped abruptly and Nick swore silently to himself. Sitting up, she looked him straight in the eye and said, "Son, there's no other man out there that I can or want to do this with. When Dr. Podesta suggested we have sex with someone, I felt certain it would not happen for me. Even when I walked in here, I wasn't thinking about it. But now, I want it more than anything. It's been so long." Her eyes started to well up. Nick sat up and put his arms around his mother. "I understand, mom. Anything you want; I'm here for you." Gently, he laid her down and lifted her nightie over her hips, and then tugged her panties off. The sight of his mother's glistening pussy took his breath away. He reached out and slid the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and pulled the top of the garment down to expose her milky breasts. They, too, were beautiful; not large, nor small, but perfectly proportional to her size. Tenderly, he rubbed his palm against one, and then the other. A quick glance on screen showed that son was about to enter mother, so Nick set out to do the same. He gave his cock a couple of strokes to make certain he was completely hard, and then slowly, effortlessly and lovingly slid his dick in. Seeing her son do it, Nicole stole a glimpse at the screen and smiled warmly when her son entered her at the same time. She also emitted an emotional cry of joy. "Are you okay?" Nick whispered. With an emphatic nod, Nicole urged, "Don't stop!" Nick was no stranger to sex. He'd had some; not a hell of a lot, but all with girls his age. Whether it was because she was his mother and there was an emotional tie, or that she was an older woman than he had ever experienced, or a combination, she felt unlike any of his others, and he could hardly believe how much better. He was actually fucking his own mother! He maintained a slow pace because he never wanted this to end. Nicole's thoughts and emotions were running a parallel course. Even after only a couple of minutes, Nick was far better than his father; so gentle and considerate. She recalled her thoughts after leaving the session, wondering if she knew what good sex really was; she had a feeling she was about to find out. She loved his long, deliberate thrusts, and his huge cock filled her like no one ever had, touching every inch of her vagina. "Oh, you're so good, baby," she had to say. "Right back to you," he offered through labored breathing. For the first time since entering her, he looked down and saw her clitoris peeking out of its hood with every push forward. He couldn't help but use his thumb to rub it. Nicole rapidly sucked in her breath when he did that. She hadn't been expecting it, but damn, it felt good. She had been alternating looking up in her son's face and down where they were joined. But she was caught in such a whirlwind that she simply let her head fall back and closed her eyes. A few moments—or minutes—later, she opened her eyes and turned her head toward the screen. The mother was now on her knees and the son was doing her doggy style. She was getting some very deep penetration. Impulsively, Nicole asked, "Want to try that?" Nick had seen it also. "Sure." In seconds they had repositioned and he was re-entering her. Not only was he going deeper, but Nicole could feel his cock drag along her clit. Nick placed his hands on her rump, and when she spread her legs a bit wider, he figured she really wanted to fuck so he plowed her a little faster. "Oh, yeah, like that," Nicole exclaimed, her voice rumbling from the vibration of his pumping. He did, and it had been so long since she'd had an orgasm that she almost didn't realize it when she started to come. But then she felt the tingling and spasms and shouted, "I'm coming!" "Oh, yeah, mom, come for me." And finally, Nicole exploded with an orgasm like she had never had in her life. She was breathing so heavily and so fast, she feared hyperventilating. It was the most glorious experience of her life. It had never been like this with Nick's father. "I'm going to come too," Nick yelled a minute later. His mother said nothing, having not yet retreated from her own climax, so he did the gentlemanly thing and pulled out, spraying his load all over her back. He had shot a wad like never before, either. Both independently thought that the taboo of mother and son having sex had been a strong stimulus in the magnitude of their ecstasy. Nicole felt the warm liquid puddle at the base of her spine and she dropped to a prone position and closed her eyes to enjoy it and the afterglow. She felt Nick get off the bed and when she opened her eyes, he had gone to get them towels to clean up. He wiped the excess semen from his deflating penis, and then dried the pool on her back. Finally, she sat up not bothering to fix her nightie that had basically made a belt around her midriff. There was no point in being modest now. "You were magnificent, honey," she told her son. With a big grin, Nick said, "Thanks. That was the best I've ever had." He thought for a second, and then asked, "Do we need to talk about this?" "Maybe. But not now. I'd like to enjoy it for a while before I psychoanalyze it." "Works for me." Lazily, easing off the bed, Nicole leaned over and kissed her son briefly on the lips. "Good night, honey." "Night, mom." And just watching her sashay out of his room, her naked ass swaying erotically back and forth had him hard again in seconds. He lay down on his back, grabbed his cock and stroked himself to sleep. Likewise, once Nicole's head hit the pillow, she slept more peacefully than she had in a long time. She still didn't bother to rearrange her nightie, wanting leave it as it was to relive what just happened in her dreams. * * * Once again, Andrea crept down the hallway, turning on a hall light that would seep into her dad's room. Easing inside, she paused to listen to his breathing. It was regular, suggesting he was asleep. Softly, she drew back the covers and eased in behind him, as he was facing away from her. Not really sure how she was expecting this to go, she spooned her dad. A minute or so later, he rolled onto his back. "Andrea, is that you?" he asked groggily. "It better be." "What? What does that mean?" he wanted to know, trying to shake the cobwebs, although he hadn't thought he had fallen asleep. "Were you expecting someone else?" Andrea asked, draping her leg over his and her arm around his chest. "No, of course, not," he responded in all seriousness; however, he might have been dreaming about Nicole. "What are you doing here?" "I couldn't sleep. There are street noises outside. Made me feel kind of creepy." "Want me to go see?" he offered. "No. Can I just stay here?" Perhaps Andy was drowsy enough not to think of the complications, or maybe he just didn't want to be alone either, so he said, "I guess so." What could it hurt them sleeping in a king size bed together? "Thanks." Andrea slid under the covers, but did not move away from him. "Night, dad." "Goodnight, Andrea." He turned to face her so he could kiss her goodnight, but she took his arm and put it around her, forcing him against her. That got his attention, for sure. But it also felt good to have a woman in his arms—and she was that. Even though she was his daughter and not a spouse, she was as much woman as her mother had ever been; better—as good as a spouse. Certainly better than he'd had. As these, and other thoughts—his session, their dinner conversation, Nicole—permeated his weary mind, she turned so he was spooning her. His hand felt something very soft. Thinking about how his arm was draped around her, it occurred to him that it might be her breast. It was nice, but also wrong. However, when he tried to move it, not only did she prevent him, she pulled it closer. Now, he was certain he was cupping her tit. "No," he whispered. "That's not right." "It's okay. I like it." Andy made another attempt to withdraw to no avail. The problem was, knowing it was taboo to be holding his daughter's breast, in turn, generated an erection that grew along the crack of her ass. Of course, the fact that it was growing along the crack of her ass only made it worse—and harder. He heard a satisfying moan escape her lips. He tried to move back, but she quickly reached back, grabbed his hip and held him in place. "Andrea!" Andy said in a louder whisper. "It's okay, dad. It's just us. No one needs to know." "I know." "Alright. Tell me you don't like it." "Andrea. Really?" "How long has it been since you were with a woman? And I want to be with a man." She let her hand drop from his hip and pressed her palm against his hard cock. "Oh, dad, that's nice!" "It's also too far." His cock pulsed involuntarily. She took that as a positive sign. "But you like it." Andrea turned over to face him never letting go of his penis. Now, she rubbed it. Andy sucked in his breath. How much longer could he resist? How much longer did he want to? Her hand found a way into his shorts. Now she had his bare cock in her hand. "You ever thought about having sex with me?" she asked. "Since the bitch left." "What?" "I've thought about it with you," Andrea revealed. "I've wanted to touch this thing for a long time." As she said this, she gave his cock a squeeze. "It's sooo much bigger than I thought it would be." A pause and then, "I want you, dad." "Andrea, do you realize the implications of that statement?" "All I know is that I want a man and you're the man I want. I'm a woman of age. We're consenting adults." "I haven't consented to anything." Andrea slid his cock between her legs so that it was nestled against her panty-covered pussy, then reached up with both hands and pulled his head to hers, pressing their lips together. This was not a father/daughter kiss. It was so sweet and soft and so much of what Andy needed. His problem was, where his daughter was concerned, he had never been able to refuse her anything. And the way this was going was likely to be no different. After a minute, he nearly forgot he was kissing his daughter. It was so adult. And she was so much better at it than her mother had been. So lost did he become in it that he involuntarily started sliding his cock back and forth against her snatch. To his surprise, and now, disappointment, she backed her lower body away, but it was only to push her panties down and wiggle out of them. She quickly assumed her same position with his cock now against her bare vagina. That took his breath away. His penis between a woman's legs was a thrill he had not known for a long time. Life Begins Again Ch. 01 As greater arousal took over, he wanted nothing more than to ram his cock in, but this was his daughter and he wanted to do it right. Then a thought occurred to him. "Is this your first time?" he hesitantly asked. "Not really," she responded with equal hesitance. Andy wanted to ask what "not really" meant. Instead he made an assumption. "Does that mean your . . . your . . ." "My cherry has been popped, if that's where you're going." But he didn't want to ask how. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "I've never wanted anything more," Andrea said dreamily. Assuming that he was the more experienced of the two, Andy took over, kissing a path down her neck to her smallish breasts. Though not sizable, they were well-rounded mounds that sat perfectly on her chest. They were magnificent. He gently sucked each pointed nipple to the unintelligible sounds of pleasure that she emitted. After a couple of minutes of that, he kissed his way down to the pièce de résistance, her inner section. Andrea spread her legs in anticipation, and she was not disappointed. The first touch of her father's tongue to her clit was electric. No one had ever done that to her. She wasn't sure the "boys" she'd slept with even knew how. That thought aside, her dad's tongue was like a surgical strike on her pussy. A penis just went in and out and in and out; and while with an experienced user—which she had never had—it could be quite pleasurable, a tongue, attached to a knowledgeable user could touch on all the right spots. Her dad was doing exactly that. If he kept it up, she feared she would go out of her mind with bliss. And basically, she did. The orgasm hit her like a lightning strike. Andrea had never come with the "boys." She'd only ever climaxed from her fingers. But never anything like this. She felt as though every nerve in her body was on overload. But she loved it, screaming, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over. There was something about a young, taut pussy—not that Andy had ever had one before, but he could tell—that made him want to devour it. It was the most delicious, unbelievably wonderful thing his mouth had ever experienced. Of course, the fact that it was attached to his daughter undoubtedly influenced his enjoyment. She was fresh, and he could partake of this delight endlessly. He kept at it until she was writhing nearly uncontrollably, and only when he was certain that her orgasm had subsided did he stop. Andrea was breathing so heavily, Andy thought she might hyperventilate. "Are you okay?" Between gasps, she huffed, "Oh, yes. I never thought it would be so intense." Andy merely grinned, proud of himself. When her breathing returned mostly to normal, Andrea pulled him up. "Your turn. Plus I want to feel that monster inside me." When he was in position, she reached down and guided his delicious cock into her wet and waiting pussy. If she thought her dad's tongue was a surgical strike, his massive cock was like a preemptive attack. It filled her completely. And when he started fucking her, nothing could describe the magnitude of it. For Andy, as he slipped his cock into the softest, tightest-fitting glove he'd ever had, he thought his head would explode with pleasure. Once more, there was just something about the feel of a callow vagina. And it was his daughter's. He fucked her slowly to make it last. "Oh, yeah," Andrea grunted. "Fuck me, dad. Fuck me. I love you fucking me." That was an inducement for Andy. He didn't know if her dirty talk was just heat of the moment, genuine, some combination, or the fact that they were father and daughter. But it was working on him. Any one of those would have been enough to get him off. Altogether; they were a powder keg. Regardless what had happened here so far and how they chose to ignore or characterize the concept, one element was absolutely verboten. He could not, would not come inside her; much as that would be the icing on the cake. Andrea could see the deep concentration on her father's face. Far from an expert, she would bet money he was about to come. She also knew that he knew he had the moral character not to blow his wad inside her, even though she would enjoy that. Saving him a difficult decision, she reached down, pulled him out and jerked his cock until he shot a massive load all over her abdomen. Surprisingly, that was a unique experience in itself. And so moved by the moment was she. Andrea spread the puddle all over her. She toyed with the idea of tasting a dollop, but feared that might be too extreme at this point. Andy rolled over onto his back, breathing as heavily as Andrea had. To be playful, and end this on a less serious note, Andrea pounced on top of her father, smearing his cum on her all over him. It made him chuckle. "So, I take it you consent?" she noted, deadpan. In a burst of laughter, Andy rolled her off of him, grabbed their discarded garments and used them to clean them off. "Thank you, daddy." She rarely called him that. "No. Thank you." And they both drifted off to sleep as they were. Life Begins Again Ch. 02 Nicole awoke with a start. She had been dreaming she was making love with her son and was about to make that arduous journey from deep sleep to wakefulness when her subconscious reminded her that it had been real. She sat up abruptly, the covers dropping to her lap revealing her bare breasts and her gathered nightie around her waist, both clear evidence that her dream was based on real events. Now consciously reliving last night, Nicole felt no guilt, remorse, or regret, and was more pleased about that than she knew she should be. Couple that with the best night sleep she'd had in months and she was more than eager to take on the day. She began her morning routine, showering and dressing—more provocatively than usual—and even applied her make up a little heavier and with more care. While sipping her coffee and munching a granola bar, she peeked in on her still sleeping son. Nick had kicked off his covers. He was still naked and his morning wood was on display. It was a further reminder of their glorious evening. The coffee cup in one hand and granola bar in the other suppressed her temptation to go touch it. Still, she gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving for work. Perhaps life for her was about to begin again. * * * Andy Morgan awoke gradually. He had no doubt about what had happened last night. The proof was still lying beside him in all her naked glory. He took a moment to gaze upon his daughters beautiful body; a feast for his eyes. It was almost surreal what they had done. He supposed he could debate with himself the morality of it. But the fact was he had enjoyed it, needed it more than he realized, and the more he thought about it, he honestly had no regrets. However, all would really depend upon Andrea's state of mind when she awakened; if she was still content, than he would be also. If not . . . well, they'd cross that bridge . . . Much as he would like to remain here feasting his eyes until she awakened and greeted him, Andy did have a job to get to. He was quiet as he went through his morning routine. Andrea didn't have classes until later, so she could sleep in, and she still was when he was ready to leave. He kissed her on the forehead, resisting an urge to press his lips to one or both of her perky nipples. With a smile on his face and a spring in his step as he departed, it occurred to him that maybe his life was about to begin again. * * * Andy continued to be free of guilt throughout the day, and Andrea was constantly on his mind. Normally, he only thought about her two or three times the day. But by lunchtime he couldn't resist calling her, knowing she was between classes. "How are you?" he had to ask. "Fabulous," was her upbeat reply. "Really?" "Yes, dad. Everything is just fine." She answered in a tone that let him know that she knew why he asking. "Glad to hear it!" "How about you?" "Super!" "Truthfully?" "I've never lied to you sweetie; not going to start now." "I'm so happy to hear that! Tonight will be special." And suddenly and he couldn't wait to get home. * * * To be sure, Nick was in Nicole's thoughts quite a bit during the day, but almost as much on her mind was his magnificent cock. She'd never had a preoccupation with the male organ, nor had she ever really been concerned with the size of one. However, it was impossible to ignore what it had done for her and how it had filled her. What was as impressive was Nick's skill in using it. Nicole was obviously not his first. Did that matter? Perhaps there were a couple of ounces of jealousy or disappointment, but obviously he'd become quite proficient with it. And perhaps Nicole was developing a preoccupation—with Nick's, at least. The more she thought about the situation, the less she cared about the mother/son issue. He was the man in her life, she needed a man in her life, and there was no prospect of any other man in her life. For now, he was it. * * * All afternoon, Andy had been wondering what his daughter meant by "tonight will be special." However, when he arrived home, he knew he would not have his answer all at once. Andrea greeted him with a cold beer, which is one of the first things he usually went for. She led him to his favorite spot on the sofa and took a seat next to him, closer than she would normally sit, but not too close. It was then that he noticed her attire: short skirt, low-cut top. His focus last night, and really, all he had seen, was her upper body. But now he noticed that she also had great legs. "How was your day?" she asked. He shrugged. "I don't know. I was kind of distracted all day." "Really?" she asked facetiously. "What do you think caused it?" "I don't know," he said, feigning uncertainty. "Did you notice anything I did last night that might have caused it?" Andrea pretended to think. "Nothing out of the ordinary," she said with a smirk. Then with mock seriousness, she asked, "Did you sleep well? Maybe something interrupted your slumber?" Andy shrugged. "I did have this incredible dream. This gorgeous woman came into my bed and we made mad, passionate love." Andrea covered her mouth with her hand mimicking shock. "Oh, daddy, are you sure you should be having this kind of conversation with your daughter?" "Guess I'll just have to take a cold shower then," Andy said. "Joking aside, we still good about last night?" "Last night was way more than good." "You know what I mean." "Dad, I initiated it." "But you realize on a societal level this is so wrong?" "Then that's their problem. As for me, I have no issues with it." Andy could see that she was in an amorous, playful mood and he wasn't going to get a straight answer from her, so he accepted that she was okay and changed the subject. After the meal, Andrea wouldn't even allow him to clean up. She got him another beer, and then excused herself to go to the bathroom. A short time later, she summoned him into his bathroom where she had run a warm bubble bath for him. "I thought this might be more relaxing than a cold shower." "Really?" he asked, staring in disbelief. "I haven't had one of these since . . . I don't know when." "Joking aside, I think you're a little uptight. This will relax you." Raising his eyebrows, Andy nodded. What the hell? "I'll get out of your way." That surprised him for he thought sure she had an ulterior motive. Perhaps she was serious. So, he stripped down and eased into the tub. After a couple of minutes, he was amazed at how relaxing it was. Obviously, his daughter knew what she was talking about. He let his head lean back and closed his eyes. He smiled knowingly when he felt the water ripple and he opened his eyes to see Andrea nude and settle in the tub in front of him. He splashed some bubbles on her and gently rubbed her back. She then leaned against him, so he spread soapy water all over the front of her, enjoying her breasts the most. Andrea felt his cock grow against her back, so she moved forward a slight bit, turned partially and grabbed his now rigid rod. The soapy water allowed her hand to glide smoothly over it. She bent forward pressing her lips to his. They kissed softly, lovingly, tongues touching. Andy's hand went to her breast, cupping it, fondling her nipple; that they were wet added an extra element of arousal. He kissed her neck and down to her tits, kissing and sucking her nipples. All the while, she was stroking his cock under the water. Andrea then pushed him back, tugging on his dick to get him to raise it out of the water. Now, she also kneaded his balls, which were almost floating. Again, the water made it nicer. In a totally unexpected move, she bent over and took his cock in her mouth. It was only a couple of inches, but she swirled her tongue around the underside. A groan of excitement escaped his lips. Looking down at her face as it went up and down and deeper, her lips formed as much of a smirk as she could. Andy wanted to say something, but he didn't know what, not to mention because he was enjoying it so much. He'd rarely had a women perform oral sex on him. He could probably count the number of times on one hand his ex had done it. Andrea wasn't just moving her mouth up and down his shaft; she was actually sucking and using her tongue—quite effectively and knowledgeably. Not only was she doing a good job, but the fact that it was his daughter had him ready to come rather quickly, so he stopped her. He wasn't ready yet. "Stand," was all he said to her. She complied and he turned her around and lifted one foot and put it on the tub wall. With her sweet, wet—in more ways than one—pussy now exposed, he zeroed in his tongue, and then went to work. In this position, his nose was rubbing against her puckered anus, and he occasionally swiped it with his tongue. Each time, she let out an "Ungh!" He took a moment to spread her pussy lips with his fingers and peek inside; so nice and pink. He stuck his middle finger in. It was divine, so he finger-fucked her amid her continued wailing. With her asshole winking at him, he was tempted to slide a finger in there, but he really didn't think they were ready for that—if ever. "Now you stand," she ordered. When he did she wiggled her pussy at him. He got the message and slid his dick in. She grabbed the spout to stabilize herself as he pumped away. "Oh, daddy," she would moan every so often. "Yeah." After a few minutes, she stopped him, pushed him back, got out of the tub and quickly spread some towels on the floor. Again, he read her intention and lay on the towels on his back. Both still soaking wet, she then mounted him and they resumed fucking. He reached up to play with her perky tits. It didn't take her long to come in a shuddering orgasm. She fell forward on him and he wrapped his arms around her as she continued to slide on his cock until she was finished. When she was, Andy pushed her up and sat her on the edge of the counter. He held her legs wide in his arms and slid his rod back in. He knew it wouldn't be long for him either. "Come for me, daddy, come for me," she urged in a husky voice. If this wasn't the greatest feeling ever, he didn't know what was. "Come in me, daddy, come in me. I want your cum." It spurred him on, but he couldn't do as she asked so he pulled out and sprayed her abdomen. It was a heavy load, soaking her belly and running down between her legs. He quickly grabbed a hand towel to catch it before it got to her pussy. When he finished shooting, Andrea pulled him to her and hugged him. "That was fantastic. I love you, daddy." That kept him hard a while longer. "I love you, too, sweetie." His stomach growled. "What's for dinner?" "You'll see. I'll be back." * * * Normally when Nicole arrived home from work, she yelled to Nick that she was home, and then changed into some comfortable clothes to cook dinner. Today, she had actually been anxious to get home to see him, except that he wasn't there. Disappointed, she went to her bedroom to slip into something more casual. Despite being consumed with visions of Nick and last night, Nicole did have a busy day at the office, which left her tired and tense. She thought that it would be relaxing to soak for a while. The decision was whether to do it in the Jacuzzi in her bathroom, or the hot tub on the patio. Since she was home alone, she opted for the former. Sitting in the warm water, Nicole halfway hoped that Nick would come home and find her, maybe join her, but after nearly thirty minutes, the water was cooling and he had not arrived. She had a sudden concern as she dried off that maybe he wasn't as comfortable with last night as he had originally indicated. Though he had said he accepted it, that had been a heat-of-the-moment agreement. He had even asked if they needed to talk about it, but she had wanted to wait. She hadn't talked to him all day today, so maybe, now that he'd had time to think about, he wasn't as comfortable with it as he had been. Slipping into her bra and panties, she breathed her relief when she heard Nick enter the house. Instead of putting clothes back on, she eased into a sheer robe and sat at her vanity. "Mom?" he called out. "Back here," Nicole responded. She heard him pad down the hall. Nick stopped at the entrance to her bedroom when he saw how she was adorned. "Can I come in?" She gave him a look of disbelief. "You don't have to ask." Nick shrugged. "What are you doing?" "I just spent a relaxing 30 minutes in the Jacuzzi." He grinned. "I would have liked to have seen that." "You could have. Where were you?" "Had to talk to one of my professors about an assignment I didn't understand." Nicole nodded, propping her foot up on the edge of his chair. "Last night you wanted to talk about what we did. Do you still want to?" "I'm still okay with it," Nick answered, resting his foot on the lower rung of her chair, effectively between her legs. "But I guess we should talk about it. Are you still okay with it?" "More than I probably should be." "What does that mean?" He asked with a frown. "Well, it is illegal," Nicole noted as if there was no doubt. Nick reached for her hand and fondled her fingers. "Always the lawyer. It shouldn't matter. We're consenting adults." Wiggling her propped up leg nervously, Nicole said, "A lot of people frown on sex between family members." He kissed her hand, and then pretended to look around as though someone might be watching. "Do we have to be on alert for someone to break in and arrest us?" Loving his attention, Nicole giggled both at the tingling of his lips on her hand and his remark. She responded in kind, also glancing around. "I think we're safe." She ran her hand up and down his arm lovingly, leaving his hand resting on her bare leg. "But needless to say, we should not discuss this with anyone." "Needless to say," Nick repeated, beginning to rub her leg. "I'm serious." He tugged on the loosely tied belt of her robe. "I know." The belt easily gave way. She did nothing to prevent the flaps of the robe from falling to the side, thus exposing her bra and panties. He smiled warmly at the very pleasing sight and moved the palm of his hand along her abdomen and the elastic of her panties. But Nicole stopped him and stood up. "I really need you to promise me that you're not going to talk about this with anyone." "I understand, mom," Nick said, also standing. She turned around and leaned back against her vanity. "And you're certain this is not weird?" "No, it's not weird. I watch a lot of videos about this." "So, that means you would do it again?" Once more, Nick spread her robe apart, pressed himself to her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She could feel his cock growing against her. "I'll take that as a yes." To show her agreement, Nicole removed her robe and tossed it aside. She then lifted his shirt to his raised arms and pulled it off. "I like the way you think," he grinned lifting her up and sitting her on her vanity. She eagerly spread her legs and he moved between them. He leaned closer to kiss her again while playing with the elastic of her panties, running his fingers around the inside of the waistband. As the kiss escalated to passionate with lots of tongue and spit, his hands were all over her trunk. Finally, in an odd move, but one she didn't contest, he lifted her bra up from the bottom and over her head as though it was a shirt. Naturally, he sucked her nipples hungrily. Naturally, she loved it. In fact, Nicole loved it so much, she wanted more and wasn't content to wait. She stood up and pushed her son backward onto the bed and to a supine position. He reached out to play with her dangling tits as she undid his zipper and pants, and then removed them. When his cock sprang free, she grabbed hold of it. To heighten his expectation, she placed her mouth over the tip, but nothing more. But she couldn't stand the wait either so she stuck her tongue out and ran the tip around his pee hole. That earned her a groan from him. Still using just the tip of her tongue, she dragged it down the crease in the head of his penis to the soft skin on the underside below the crown. He reached out to touch whatever part of her he could. Nicole sucked her son's cock slowly, lovingly, as though it was much more than just a penis in her mouth. With it lying flat against his belly, she licked it from scrotum to tip, and then dragged her tits against it and up his abdomen to his chest. Sitting back up, she gently grabbed his rod and stroked it, relishing the feel of his sizeable manhood in her hand. Nick threw his head back to enjoy what his mother was doing. He'd had other girls jerk him, and quite often, that's all it was. But his mother's hand grasping his dick was a totally incredible feeling. He reached out and tugged the elastic of her panties down. Understanding what he wanted, Nicole stood on her knees and pulled her panties down, then sat back and twisted her legs to slide them completely off. He pulled her to him, and as they again kissed passionately, she reached down and inserted his cock into her waiting pussy. She rocked back and forth, her tits dangling in his face. When he could, he would lick a nipple as it went by. After a few minutes, Nick wanted on top so he gently rolled her over and re-entered. Nicole folded her legs around his thighs as he fucked her sweetly. She loved how he filled her. It was the most beautiful experience she had ever known. Bending his legs back, he sat on his calves and heels, and then drew her legs straight up and rested them on his shoulders. Nicole caught herself purring as an expression of her delight over the fucking her son was giving her. She didn't use that word a lot, but it added a naughtiness to her thinking which further heightened this experience. Apparently, Nick had learned quite a bit from the porno he watched. He was very good at what he was doing. And just as she was thinking that, he changed up again. He pushed her legs toward her chest which angled her pussy up, then he stretched his own legs straight out. This enabled him to give her a deeper, more satisfying penetration. Her mind focused on the intense feeling of her son's cock sliding purposefully in and out of her yearning pussy. She believed she could feel it tickling every nerve ending inside her. She couldn't imagine anything feeling better. Her continued concentration on this brought that once familiar tingling of nerves that started between her legs and spread like wildfire throughout her body. Seconds later, Nicole had an explosive orgasm. While she was still trembling and feeling the effects of her climax, she could hear Nick's breathing and moaning intensifying signaling that he was about to come. In what she considered another inventive move, he pulled out, and instead of jerking himself off the rest of the way, he rubbed his cock on her abdomen until his semen spurted out and puddled around it. Still feeling wicked; Nicole reached out and swished his dick from side to side spreading the gooey mess all over her belly. Nick looked down at what she was doing and started chuckling. It was contagious, causing Nicole to giggle. Within seconds they were both laughing heartily. "That was spectacular!" Nicole exclaimed after she had returned to normal. "Can it possibly keep getting better?" Nick was grinning like a Cheshire cat knowing he was the one who caused her to feel this way. "It will if we keep working at it." Suddenly, Nicole frowned. "But I didn't really do anything but lay there." "That was more than enough. You indulged me to do things I wanted to do and that I thought you might enjoy." Life Begins Again Ch. 02 "I absolutely did." "We'll just have to be as inventive the next time." "I'm glad to you still want there to be a next time." "Give me twenty or thirty minutes and it can be the next time!" "Not this old lady. I'm not sure I can handle that much pleasure in one night. Besides, I'm hungry. We've got to get some dinner on the table." "I'll take care of that." "Oh? How?" "How does a pizza from Angelo's sound?" "It sounds great. But I don't really feel like getting dressed." "I don't want you to. I want you to stay just as you are. If you'll call and order it, I'll go get it." "You're going to drive all the way to Angelo's?" "For you, I'd go further!" Nicole smiled and was tickled. "You might want to dress first." "You really think that's necessary?" "I don't want some other old lady to see what I have and try to steal you away!" "You're funny! And stop calling yourself old." * * * "Hey, Nick." He was waiting in the crowded lobby of Angelo's Pizza because his order was not ready when he arrived. Hearing his name, he glanced around and saw her. Since the first time he'd met her he'd always thought she was very beautiful; slim, but not skinny, very shapely legs, and smallish breasts that somehow worked very well on her. There was something else about her that attracted him, but he wasn't sure what. She was in one of his classes this semester and had been last session. He had considered asking her out, but was always hesitant. He wasn't sure why. However, now that he was "involved" with an "older woman," it might not be a good idea. "Hi, Andrea." She walked over to him. "Must be pizza night." "Just giving my mother a break in the kitchen," he informed her with a smile. "Cooking is not really my specialty." "Your dad's either?" "They divorced several months ago," Nick said with a grimace. "Oh. Sorry." "No loss. He was an asshole. Ran off with another woman." "Sounds like my mother, the bitch. She left me and my dad a while back for another man. I'm giving myself a break from the kitchen." So, she was in the same boat as he, Nick realized. Another reason he was attracted to her. "If it's not too personal, are they divorced?" "Yes, thank goodness. Now, it's just me and my dad." There were a few minutes of awkward silence in which Andrea remembered being attracted to Nick, and even considered asking him if he wanted to get coffee some time. But she had never asked a guy out and feared if she did, he might think she was too forward. Now, with this new relationship with her dad, it probably wasn't a good idea to get involved with him. "So, did you understand that assignment Professor Higgins gave out?" "I talked to him about it this afternoon. Didn't really help. He said that was the point of the exercise; to see how different everyone's explanations would be." Andrea shrugged. "Well, I guess that's something." They were standing in the lobby where it leads into the bar. "Oh, my god!" "What?" Nick asked with a frown. "See that short couple facing each other at the bar?" she gestured with her head. "That's Mrs. Costello. She works at Ford Enterprises. So does my dad. I don't think that's her husband." "It's not," Nick agreed. "That's Mr. Hardy. He and his wife live in my neighborhood." "Mr. Hardy?" Andrea repeated, snickering. "Looks like Mrs. Costello has her hand in his pocket playing with Mr. Hardy's hardy! That's a new twist on pocket pool!" "Yeah," Nick said, chuckling. "Looks like she scored in the side pocket." They saw her stuff napkins in his pants. "I wonder if he's scored in the center pocket?" Nick loved her sense of humor, particularly since it could be risqué. "I wouldn't bet against it." "Nick," a voice said. "Your pizza is up." "Well, that's good," Nick grinned. "I'm all out of pool metaphors." * * * Attractive, intelligent, sense of humor, similar home life . . . Nick ticked off in his mind all of the things he and Andrea had in common as he drove home. He really was attracted to her. He also really enjoyed having sex with his mother. Could the two coexist? Did his mother expect him to be monogamous? If so, for how long? On the other hand, did it really matter? He knew what he had at home. And it just kept getting better. Why give that up for the uncertainty of a relationship with a girl he barely knew even with all of those things in common. Still, the more he thought about Andrea and their similar situations; it would be nice to have a roll in the hay with someone his own age. * * * As Andrea watched Nick leave Angelo's, her pizza was ready. He was gone by the time she reached the parking lot, but she thought about him during her drive home. He was very easy to talk to and that was nice. Many of the guys she had dated had not been talkers. He could even talk about sex without getting nervous, unlike those other guys. Their comments to each other while witnessing the antics of Mr. Hardy and Mrs. Costello proved both of those points. And they had taken two psychology classes together. And he was good-looking. Then there was the personal level; parents recently divorced, no siblings, just him and his mother. But it really didn't matter. At this point, Andrea just wanted to concentrate on her dad. However, she would enjoy further conversation with Nick. They could just be friends for now. Maybe she would be bold and ask him to have coffee with her. * * * It was time for the second group therapy session, but Andy Morgan considered not attending. A part of him felt that most of his troubles had been solved by his daughter. Sex with her was the greatest. Better than it had ever been with her mother. On top of that, Andrea was generally the one to initiate it. Even though society frowned on it, he had grown quite comfortable with it. He wondered what Dr. Podesta would say about it. He even considered asking her, but thought better of it. At the same time, he was fearful that if he did go to the session and admitted he'd fulfilled his assignment, she would ask who with. Of course, he could make up someone. In the end, he decided to attend at least one more session just to see what the follow-up would be. Nicole arrived at the same time as he did thus renewing his attraction to her. He wanted to sit next to her but was told by Dr. Podesta to sit in the same place so everyone would remember each other. Sitting across from her again, he noticed a shine in her eyes that was not there last time. Dr. Podesta began the meeting with no fanfare other than welcoming everyone back. She immediately asked who had been successful in completing the assignment. No one's hand instantly went up, causing the doctor to frown. But a moment later, Nicole's arm was hesitantly raised. Though he had no right to, Andy felt dismayed. As a result he raised his hand. Was it wishful thinking or did he see a similar look of disappointment on her face? And why did it matter? No one else ever raised a hand and there were looks of dejection. Dr. Podesta counseled the have-nots and Andy tuned her out, keeping a discreet eye on Nicole. For her part, Nicole was not really surprised that Andy had succeeded. He was a handsome man and seemed like a decent guy. In another time, under different circumstances, she could see herself attracted to him. Actually, that wasn't quite true. She was attracted to him. She just didn't think she wanted to be involved with anyone—other than whom she was—at this time. Nicole's daydreaming was interrupted when Dr. Podesta asked her if she'd care to share her success with the others. She clearly wasn't expecting such a question if her deer-in-the-headlights expression was any clue. She shrugged. "Just a guy I've known for a long time that was willing to help out." "Don't sell yourself short," Dr. Podesta encouraged. "I'd have a hard time believing you had to beg." There were polite chuckles both at Nicole's humble description and the doctor's response. Andy presumed he would be next, so he had a few minutes to formulate an answer. However, the time was of no benefit because he didn't want to stretch the truth—as Nicole had obviously done—by saying that a woman had initiated sex with him. That might be construed as boastful. So, when the question was posed to him, all that came to mind was, "It isn't the sort of thing a gentleman discusses." Even Nicole found that funny. * * * Not that it was a competition, but Andy did leave the session feeling somewhat victorious at being the only man to complete the assignment. He was anxious to get home and tell Andrea and quickly forgot Nicole. Andy found his daughter in her room on her bed sitting up reading a book. She had on a short skirt; legs propped up to support the volume, a button down shirt undone to mid-breast with no evidence of a bra underneath, and no shoes. Looking up when she saw him enter, Andrea asked, "How was session two?" Andy lay down on the bed on his side facing her, a big smile appearing on his face like a child coming home from school with a star pinned to his shirt. "I was the only man who completed the assignment." Andrea grinned. "Well, aren't you the stud." "I wish. You were the one to start it. Otherwise, I would have failed also." Her mostly bare, smooth leg looked inviting so he placed his palm on her thigh. "Don't be negative," she scolded teasingly. "At least you had the good sense to let me." But she quickly frowned. "Did you have to give any details?" He explained what Nicole said, his response and his reason, all the while allowing his hand to travel up the inside of her leg a few inches. "Clever answer," Andrea remarked. "What do you think your doctor would say if you told her who you really did it with?" "I wondered about that myself, but not enough to ask, and certainly not in front of the group." "That was probably wise." She was smiling, but Andy didn't know if it was because of their discussion or the fact that his fingers finally made contact with her bare pussy. Interesting that she was braless and panty-less. She spread her legs a bit and he took it further by pressing her nearest leg against his. For her response, Andrea set her book aside and wedged her leg between his, grinding against his hard cock. Removing his hand from between her legs, Andy reached up to unbutton his daughter's shirt, discovering in the process that only two buttons were buttoned. She had definitely had something planned. With her breasts now exposed, he cupped one gently with one hand and sucked on the nipple of the nearest one. She reached around, grabbed his head and pressed it into her boob. After a minute, Andrea wanted more, so she tilted her dad's head up so their lips could meet. To spice it up, she dueled tongues with him. The pulse of his dick against her leg told him he liked the tongue action, so she let it continue for a while before sitting up and completely removing her shirt. Andy decided to do the same. Both topless, they lay back down, arms intertwined and touched and kissed each other. Andy had her skirt nearly up around her waist, effectively rendering her naked. With her sweet pussy now exposed, he dove down on it to taste its sugariness. There was nothing like the feel of lips and tongue on a woman's vagina; the softness, the wetness, the dainty folds of skin, the heady aroma. And there was nothing like a young pussy to experience it all. He alternated tongue in hole and finger on clit and tongue flicking against her button and digits sliding in and out. Whatever Andrea had expected them to do, perhaps an oral assault on her pussy had not been part of it. But her father was so aggressive with it and so good at it that she simply let herself go and enjoyed the massive orgasm that followed. Between his saliva and her own secretions, his face was drenched when she finally came down. His satisfying grin told her that he had enjoyed it just as much. Getting up Andrea sat up and slid her skirt off, and then pushed her dad onto his back. She lay on top of him and pressed her lips to his to enjoy the liquids that coated his face. When she had cleaned him sufficiently, she sat up again and went to work on his belt and pants and removed them and his underwear so that he was as naked as she was. She then went to work on his cock. First she jerked him to get him good and hard, which didn't take much because he was anyway. She then danced her tongue on the head of his dick, licking around the cap and pee hole, slurping up the pre-cum that was oozing out. She loved the viscosity of that clear liquid and wished the male organ produced more of it. Finally, she took most of the shaft in her mouth sliding her tongue all over it with every stroke. She'd been reading up on blowjobs and was eager for practical application. She bobbed her head up and down slowly allowing her lips and tongue to cover every inch of him. She kissed and performed slight sucking on just the head, and then dug her tongue into that tender circumcised area on the underside of the shaft. The contraction of his balls and the pulsing of his cock told her that her research was paying off, particularly when he urgently said, "Might want to pull out. I'm about to explode" But Andrea wanted to experience him blasting her tonsils, and that is exactly what he did. She swallowed as much as she could, but quite a bit managed to seep out of her lips. When he was finished and breathing heavily, and could see straight again, he noted that her face had globs of cum all over it. He wasn't really surprised, and was too blissful even if he'd had an objection, to stop her from again mashing their lips together. Andrea had tasted herself on him and now was making him taste himself of her. But he didn't care. He felt wonderful, this was his daughter, and he couldn't refuse her anything. Using her discarded shirt to wipe their faces, she said, "That was fantastic! Let's do more." "Your old man has to recover first." "Then I'll fix dinner and we'll do it again later." "No." Andrea was taken aback, almost even hurt. "Did I do something wrong?" But his grin told her he was messing with her. "Yes to later. But for dinner, I'm taking you out to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" "Our new life." Her face formed a wide smile. "I like the sound of that." * * * After cleaning up and dressing, Andy decided on a restaurant named Monaco, which he'd heard was good, serving Americanized French food. Father and daughter were both very happy about the direction their lives were taking—most recently influenced by their impromptu oral session. Andrea was particularly pleased. "Do you realize that this afternoon was the first time you initiated sex," she pointed out as they rode. "Are you sure?" Andy questioned, knowing she was correct. "You know I am. And I'm very proud of you for doing that. I want you to feel like you can." "Well, then, I guess I'll try harder," he said with a grin. "You better try when you're harder!" she laughed. They exchanged similar humorous double entendrés the entire way, so that by the time they arrived at the restaurant, they were carefree. That all changed when the entered the dining establishment. Another couple was standing near the hostess' podium. When she returned to her post, she asked, "Whose next?" Naturally, the other couple indicated that they were. "I'll seat you in just a moment," the hostess informed the couple. To Andy, she said, "How many, sir?" "Two." "You're probably looking at a thirty minute wait. We're really busy tonight. This was our last table. If you want to wait, I'll put your name down." "Andrea, what do you want to do?" But when she didn't answer, he turned to her and saw her staring at the male of the other couple. He was also staring at her. "Hi, Andrea," the male said. "Hey, Nick. We keep running into each other at restaurants." "Yes," Nick agreed. He turned to his companion. "This is my mother—" "Nicole?" Andy interrupted. Nicole had turned partially when she heard her son speaking to someone, but not enough to spot Andy. When she recognized him, she offered, "Hello, Andy." Then in comical unison, everyone said, "You two know each other?" But before anyone could say any more, they all started laughing. "Sir, do you want to wait?" the hostess repeated. "Oh, sorry," Andy said while noticing Nick whisper something to his mother. "Can our table seat four?" Nicole asked. "Yes, it can." "Would the two of you like to join us?" Nicole offered. "Oh, we couldn't intrude," Andy felt obligated to say, although he was torn between wanting to accept, and not wanting to show too much interest in Nicole in front of his daughter. "We'd love to," Andrea said. "You're sure we're not intruding?" Andy repeated. "I wouldn't have asked if you were," Nicole said, flashing a brilliant smile. Andrea caught the looks the parents were giving each other and was curious how they knew each other. "Guys, I think the hostess would like to seat us," Nick pointed out. At the square table—where they sat boy-girl-boy-girl—Andrea didn't wait for further discussion before asking, "So, how do the two of you know each other?" Andy glanced at Nicole with a questioning look. She responded with a barely perceptible nod. "Nicole and I are in the same group therapy session." "Of course!" Andrea said. "I should have figured that when Nick started to introduce his mother." "And that, of course, begs the question how you and Nick know each other," Andy asked. "We have classes together," Andrea explained, as though there was no doubt. "Well, it's a small world," Nicole remarked. The waiter appeared and they ordered appetizers and drinks, non-alcoholic for the students. And as they all settled down, it became awkward. "So, how's therapy going?" Andrea asked with ulterior motive. Both Andy and Nicole shot her a look. "What?" Andrea asked. "It's done you some good, dad. I was just wondering if Mrs. Wagner's experience was positive." Nicole smiled and nodded. "It has been." "And you were the only other person to complete the assignment," Andrea noted. At first taken aback that Andy had told his daughter, Nicole quickly recovered and proudly confirmed, "I did." Out of the corner of her eye, Andrea glimpsed Nick smirk. She also noticed that her dad was not smiling, and she instantly figured out why. Andrea's father was attracted to Nick's mother. Interesting. Andrea could see why. Nicole Wagner was a very attractive woman, and they had some things in common: failed marriages, one child each, group therapy. "I'm sorry," Andrea offered. "I wasn't prying, just making conversation. It's interesting that you two know each other and Nick and I know each other; and we're all in similar situations." "You're not prying," Nicole said. "I haven't done much socializing since my divorce. Aside from Nick, I haven't talked about myself with anyone. I guess one thing I've learned from Dr. Podesta is that it's okay to talk about yourself." "If you'd like another female to talk to, I'd be happy to oblige," Andrea offered. "I know there's a slight age difference, but I am a good listener." "Thank you. I might just take you up on that. That is, if Nick and Andy don't mind." "I don't mind," Andy quickly said. "Might actually do you some good," Nick concurred. "Mr. Morgan, I'll make the same offer," Nick said. "Thanks. And please call me Andy." "And I'm Nicole, Andrea." That seemed to break the ice, and from then on the dinner went smoothly. Conversation was polite and general. No one engaged in any personal stories other than Nicole mentioning that she was a lawyer with a local law firm and Andy revealed that he was in finance at Ford Enterprises. Nicole had heard some stories about that company and the two discussed those, while Andrea and Nick talked about college life. Life Begins Again Ch. 02 On the drive home, Andy noted, "You seemed interested in Nick." "As did you in his mother." Andy shrugged. "She caught my eye at the first group session. I'm not sure I want to get involved with someone right now." "Because of us?" "One reason." "I think she might be good for you," Andrea pointed out. "She seems like your kind of woman—unlike the bitch." "I wish you wouldn't refer to your mother like that." Ignoring the rebuke, Andrea said, "Nick thinks the same of his father, who left his mother for another woman. So, you and Nicole have that in common also." "The same could be said about you and Nick." "I was hoping he would ask me out sometime, but he never did. I even considered asking him, but I didn't want him to think I was forward. Some guys don't like that." "I don't get that sense from him." "So, you're saying I should ask him out?" Andrea questioned. "What about us?" "Let me answer that with another question. Where do you see us going?" She shrugged. "I really hadn't thought about that. Just keep having fun as long as we can." "But you agree that at some point you'll have to move on. If not Nick, you will meet someone that you'll want to be with more than your old man." "Sounds like you want me to date Nick. Is that so you can date his mother?" "No. You're young, Andrea. You can't spend your time worrying about me. You have to think about yourself." "And you're not getting any younger. If I have to find someone, you have to." "Yeah. How would you feel about me sleeping with another woman? Like Nicole?" "How would you feel about me fucking Nick?" "It's what you should be doing." "You don't want us to do it anymore?" Andrea wanted to feel hurt, but she wasn't certain that's what he meant. "I didn't say that. What we do at home is between us. What I'm trying to say is we just can't let it control us. If someone else comes along—" "Maybe we can double-date." And they both had a laugh about that. * * * "So, how well do you know Andrea?" Nicole asked on their drive home. "We had a class together last semester and one this semester," Nick casually answered. "We've had some casual conversations. I ran into her last week at Angelo's. She was getting pizza for her dad and herself when I was picking up ours. She had nothing good to say about her mother." "She's quite attractive," Nicole thought aloud. "I thought about asking her out. Never got around to it, but I don't know why." "Because of us?" "No, that was before us. But it would be now." "Why? You shouldn't let that stop you. What we do at home should not get in the way of you living your life. I think you should ask her out." Nick nodded. "You have any interest in Andy?" "I don't want to get involved with anyone." But the tone of her voice didn't convince him. Life Begins Again Ch. 03 Strangely, both Andy and Andrea, and Nicole and Nick feigned fatigue when they arrived home, and all retired early. The next day when Andrea and Nick saw each other in class, they smiled at each other as though sharing some secret no one else knew, and were drawn to sit next to one another. Class started before they could exchange words, but they did steal glances at each other throughout the professor's lecture. Afterward, both were slow to exit the classroom as though working up the nerve to speak. Finally, they simultaneously blurted out, "Want to—" and then they laughed over stuttering the same words. Being the gentleman, Nick said, "You were saying?" Clearing her throat, Andrea said, "I was just wondering if you wanted to get some coffee." "I thought you'd never ask." She was taken aback by that statement. "Sorry bad joke. Believe it or not, I was going to ask the same thing." "Really?" He had actually taken her by surprise. But she quickly recovered. "Then what are we waiting for?" Java's in hand and seated at a table in the coffee shop in the student union, the two regarded one another for a minute to see who would speak first. "So, normally, in a situation like this, one person speaks and then the other responds," Andrea said, somewhat smartly. Nick shrugged. "So, you get the prize for going first." "And you second." Now, they laughed. Finally, Andrea asked, "So, was it awkward last night discovering that not only do our parents know each other, but because they're both in therapy?" "Not really. It's good to know my mother is not alone." Becoming serious, Andrea agreed. "So, it's interesting that your mom and my dad were the only two to complete their assignment, and we have class together and we both got pizza on the same night and all decided to go to the same restaurant on the same night." "Too many coincidences?" "No. Maybe it's an omen." "What are you suggesting?" She shrugged. "My dad said we should date." "My mom said the same thing. I always listen to my mom." "You do? Well, aren't you a good boy." "I try to be. You seeing anyone?" "No. You?" "No. You doing anything the rest of the day?" "Have to study for the test tomorrow." "Want to hang around for a while." "Okay. But not here." "Let's go." His car was closest, so they got in and drove around the campus. He passed a little used parking lot on the far side of the campus that was somewhat secluded. "Pull in there," Andrea suggested. Nick parked in the farthest corner. They spent the time talking about their lives and the parents that abandoned them. Despite what she had told her father on their drive home the night before about not wanting to get involved with anyone, spending this time with Nick emphasized the point her dad had been trying to make to her. She found herself quite enamored of her fellow student. She even found him sexually attractive, and the more they talked with that thought in the back of her mind, she found herself becoming aroused. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she casually reached over and rubbed her palm against his crotch. He swung his head sharply to her at first, but made no attempt to stop her. A lump grew quickly. She liked the size of him, at least, what she could feel through his jeans. When she felt his dick pulse, she decided she wanted more. Casually, Andrea unzipped his pants and reached in. She got a better grasp, but there was no way she could wrestle it out as hard as he was. It was difficult to use two hands to undo his belt and pants, so she said, "A little help, please." Nick scanned the outside of the car. Seeing no one around, he quickly undid his pants and belt. Andrea snaked her hand under the waistband of his jockeys and was finally able to grasp his bare cock. It was indeed a nice size. She lifted it up forcing it above the waistband so she could see it. "Nice," she commented. Then she started jerking it. There was already a dollop of pre-cum beginning to ooze. "Push your pants down." Raising his rear up, he complied. With her fingers still wrapped around Nick's shaft, Andrea used her thumb to smear the clear liquid around the crown. Continuing to stroke him, she rotated her body, knelt on the seat, bent over the center console and swooped her head down until her lips made contact with the head. That elicited a groan from him. But instead of just sliding her lips up and down his shaft like a bobbing head, she slowly licked the underside of his shaft from bottom to top. Occasionally at the top, she would run the tip of her tongue in circles around the circumcision area. He shivered the first time she did that. She also ran her tongue all around the head, lapping up the drops of pre-cum that kept bubbling out. She repeated all of these things, but picked up the tempo slightly. His breathing began to quicken and she knew he was getting close, but to heighten his anticipation, she maintained a moderate pace of licking his rod and twirling her tongue. His cock started pulsing and without warning it started oozing globs of pearly white cream that rolled down his shaft like wax on a candle. Some of it dripped on her face, yet she continued to lick, cleaning him off. Some of it was clinging to her cheeks, and when she finally pulled back, Nick used his forefinger to scoop it off. She then licked it off. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Nick asked excitedly, still with labored breathing. "A lady doesn't reveal those things," Andrea said mimicking her best southern accent. With a grin and a nod, Nick pulled up his pants and put himself back together. "What are you doing?" "Your turn." "And just how do you plan to accomplish that?" "I'm not without skills or resources." Once again, Nick scanned the parking lot. As before there was no activity so he exited his car, walked around, and opened Andrea's door. She got out, assuming that's what he expected. He then lifted the latch that caused the back of her seat to fall forward to access the rear seat. With a sweep of his hand, he gestured her to get back in. She complied. He then walked back around, performing the same maneuvers and joining her in back. Curiously, Nick did not retract the back of the seats. He pulled Andrea up and turned around, leaning her against the reclining back of the front seat. He sat where she was sitting, undid her pants and pulled them down and off one leg, then lifted her legs to straddle his and rested her butt in his lap. Her pussy was wide open for his dining pleasure. Andrea let her head fall back on the seat back when his talented tongue went to work on her. He hit all of the right spots with his tongue and assistance from his fingers. What was just as amazing was this makeshift cradle. Had Nick done this before? Now was not the time to ask; particularly because what he was doing felt so good she couldn't concentrate on anything else. Her head felt like it would explode when he sucked her clit. At the same time he inserted two fingers into her pussy, then three. It wasn't quite as good as a penis, but it was the next best thing. Then he took a cue from her notebook and just started licking, rolling his tongue around her button. He even dipped down to her perineum. She didn't know how much longer she could last, and to her surprise, she didn't. She came with a slow build-up, but it lasted a long time; much longer than the explosive orgasms she had been having with her dad. "Wow! Where did you learn to do that?" Nick merely grinned. He quoted her dad. "It isn't the kind of thing a gentleman discusses." They both laughed. "I guess we shouldn't tell our parents about this," Nick surmised. "Well, we were just obeying them," Andrea quipped. * * * Ask anyone-enforcement, security or intelligence what they think about coincidences and they'll tell you they don't believe in them. But they do happen. And while Andrea and Nick were frolicking in the afternoon, another purely coincidental meeting occurred: their parents ran into each other at a downtown coffee shop. And just like dinner the night before, Nicole offered for Andy to join her. "Dinner last night and now coffee; who's stalking whom?" she asked with a big smile. "You invited me to sit both times. But since I was here first this time, we'll call it a draw." "Ah, the spirit of compromise. You come here often?" "No. Just having trouble focusing today. Needed to get out of the office for a bit." "I'm a good listener if you want to talk," Nicole offered leaning closer. He studied her for a moment, debating whether to take her up on that. Finally he said, "I met a woman last night whom I took an interest in, but I didn't get any sense that she was interested in me." Nicole thought about that, but did not allow her surprise to show. "I wouldn't give up hope too quick," she advised, tongue-in-cheek. With raised eyebrows, Andy nodded. "So, what should I do about her?" "Talk to her. Tell her what you think she'd like to know." "What do you think that might be?" "Maybe tell her why you're interested in her," Nicole suggested. "I didn't think I wanted to get involved with anyone again so soon, but there was just something about her—can't quite put my finger on what—that I couldn't stop thinking about her." Andy was being brutally honest. Nicole remained silent trying to judge his sincerity. Even though they were playing this little verbal game, she believed he was genuine, particularly since this was a chance meeting. "You know, last night your lovely daughter pointed out all of the things we have in common. Well, here's one more. Until dinner last night, I didn't think I wanted to get involved with anyone either, but I really enjoyed us being together and with our children. And seeing how well you and Andrea get along . . ." "So, you might be open to going out?" "I would." "I sense a 'but.'" "Not really . . . but . . ." she grinned. "What about the other woman?" "What other woman?" Andy asked with a frown. "You completed the assignment. There's got to be another woman," Nicole deduced. "Why do we have to keep calling it an assignment?" Andy surmised. "I guess to be polite." "I'll be glad when we can move past that." "I'm a lawyer," Nicole reminded him. "I can be as direct as you would like." "Direct would be refreshing." "Then what about the woman you fucked?" She cast him a very serious look, but she couldn't hold it for long and started laughing. Andy joined in the laughter. "Now, you're talking! That one is . . . not . . . romantic." Nicole nodded. "And your partner?" "The same." "May I ask why she would be a concern?" Andy wanted to know. "You can tell a lot about a man by the type of woman he—" "Fucks?" he filled in with a grin. "Not exactly what I was going to say, but . . ." "I guess the same could be said about a woman." "It could." Nicole shrugged. "I'm sorry. I guess it's the lawyer in me that has to question everything. I guess I'm just hesitant to invest in someone and then have it all evaporate." "I understand. But it's just one date. Maybe afterward you'll be the one to lose interest." Nicole merely smiled. "Our kids seem to be interested in each other," Andy observed. "I've encouraged Andrea to befriend Nick. Maybe even date him. Perhaps we need to see if anything develops there." "I've actually suggested the same thing to Nick." She thought about it for a minute. "Will that be weird? We date and they date." "I guess that's something else we'll just have to wait and see about." "So, when would you like to go out?" Andy asked. With a sheepish grin and a shrug, Nicole said, "Well, I should probably be finished work at six." "Oh, anxious are we?" He smirked, "Works for me." * * * Coincidentally, Andy and Andrea arrived home at the same time, surprising each other. "Where have you been?" father asked daughter. "Big test tomorrow," Andrea explained truthfully. "Hung around to study. Had coffee after class with Nick and we decided to study together. Why are you home so early?" "Slow afternoon," Andy fibbed. "I went out for coffee this afternoon and guess who I ran into?" "I'll take a wild guess and say Nicole." "Yes," Andy confirmed in amazement. "How did you know?" "You made me guess. It seemed obvious. How was it?" "We had a nice chat," Andy said, downplaying his time with Nicole, trying to figure how to tell her they were going out tonight. "A nice chat? That's all?" "What about you and Nick?" Andy asked to buy himself more time. "We talked about going out, but it was mostly studying." Likewise, Andrea couldn't figure out how to tell her father she wanted to continue "studying" with Nick tonight. "Give me a few minutes and I'll start dinner." "You don't need to do that if you need to study some more." "What will you eat?" When he didn't respond, she looked at him and saw the guilty expression. Instead of being angry, she grinned. "You're taking Nicole to dinner." "Do you mind?" Andy asked with considerable concern. "No, I don't. You said we needed to see people our own age also." And as his daughter had read him, Andy realized she had responded too quickly, eagerly. "You've got your own plans," he deduced. "Guilty. More studying with Nick." "Ah-ha. Where are you going to do that?" "Well, now that you and Nicole are going out, either at his house or here." "Make him dinner here," Andy suggested. "Not a bad idea." Andrea kissed her dad on the cheek. "Thanks." * * * Andy froze at the door to Nicole's home. It wasn't because he was hesitant to knock; he already had and it was answered almost immediately. The reason for his sudden immobility was what greeted him at the entrance. A stunning vision. She was stunning. Nicole looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her in the previous four occasions they had been together. Her red hair was full and flowing, her face more made up, but the real eye catcher—if the other items weren't enough—was the brilliant blue dress she was wearing. It was a very soft, flowing material, tastefully low-cut to show off an alluring amount of cleavage, but not so much as to appear cheap; and it was short, revealing her shapely legs, but again, not enough to make her tawdry. Nicole's face formed a huge smile due to his reaction. She couldn't recall the last time—if ever—a man had eyed her so admirably. "Can I get you something for drool." Finally, Andy snapped out of it. "I'm sorry. It's just that you look incredible!" "Thank you," Nicole responded humbly. "No one's told me that in a long time." He stuck out his arm for her to take. "Shall we?" Once in the car, he prayed silently that he didn't have an accident while driving because it was difficult to keep his eyes on the road. Nicole's dress had risen high on her thighs in the bucket seat of his car and it was difficult not to steal glances at her—them. In addition, she was leaning toward him with an arm resting on the center console thus giving him a glimpse down her top. He had to focus. He didn't want to become a blithering idiot. "So, is it weird?" Andy asked her. "Excuse me?" she asked with a frown, marring her beautiful features. Andy instantly regretted the question since it caused the rift on her face. But it was too late. He should have been more specific. "This afternoon. You wondered if it would be weird if we dated and Andrea and Nick dated." She nodded and smiled, bringing back the beauty. "Well, maybe I'm being naive, but it's just a study session." "I wouldn't dare to disagree." They both laughed. Andy was taking Nicole to a real French restaurant, which was not far away. She knew he was watching her, and while she enjoyed the attention, she didn't want her attire to be a distraction. She considered mentioning it, but decided that once inside the restaurant, she might not be so obvious—or he wouldn't. Once seated and drinks ordered, Andy asked, "Are you going to the next group therapy session?" Nicole was taken aback by the question. "I don't know. I really hadn't thought about it. Why do you ask?" "I'm not sure I feel the need to. Meeting you, I feel vindicated." "Glad I could help." She smiled and his heart leapt. He was staring again and she had to ask, "Are you okay?" "I'm sorry. Your smile is dazzling. I was just enjoying it." "Are you being serious or is that just a line?" Nicole hoped that didn't sound too distrustful. "I am absolutely serious. I've never known a woman like you, Nicole. Certainly not my ex." "Tell me about her." So, he did. It carried them through cocktails, appetizers and salad. * * * "Name the five senses of the human body," Andrea asked. "Haven't we gone over that already?" Nick shot back in frustration. Somehow, he didn't think this would really be a study session, particularly after this afternoon, but that's what she had made it. And they had been at it all through dinner. "It should be easy then." With a heavy sigh, Nick rattled off, "Taste, touch, hearing, smell and . . . shit." "That last one is not correct," Andrea dead-panned without skipping a beat. "Try again." He eyed her with irritation, but he noticed that the top couple of buttons on her white shirt were undone affording him a nice peek at her bare breasts. That also jogged his memory. "Sight." Andrea detected the frustration in his voice. Clearly, he hadn't thought they were really going to study. As a matter of fact, there was a test tomorrow and they both needed to pass it. But she felt that they both knew the subject matter well enough that they could relax. "One last thing just to help you remember these." She undid a couple of more shirt buttons and pulled the flaps of her shirt to the side, exposing her breasts. He was already looking at her, but she directed his eyes toward her tits. "Sight." She then raised her perfumed wrist to his nostrils. "Smell." Next she kissed his ear with a smack. "Hearing." Taking his hands, she placed them on her breasts. "Touch." And finally, she pressed her lips to his, licking his lips, teeth and his tongue as he stuck it out to meet hers. "Taste." She pulled away. "Anything you'd like to add?" Andrea had been leaning against the arm of the sofa, so Nick got up and walked around the back. He tilted her face up and bent over to kiss her, softly. Her shirt flaps had slipped back over her breasts and his hand went to the nearest one, gently caressing it through the material. He placed his other arm around her neck, resting it on the armrest. Now, he undid the remaining buttons and once again spread the shirt to expose her small breasts. Though they were not sizable, he loved her tits because they were perfect mounds on her chest. He sucked one nipple, then the other briefly before returning his lips to hers while tweaking her nipples with his fingers. Nick allowed his hand to travel down her chest and abdomen to the waist of her jeans. When she sucked in her stomach his fingers slid into her pants. He rubbed his palm around her luxuriously soft skin a bit, then pulled it out to remove her shirt entirely. He took a moment to study the erotic appearance she presented topless and only in short jeans. Kissing again, lips mashed together, tongues dancing, Nick couldn't help but let his hand return beneath the waistband of her shorts, this time, further down. He could feel the tender hood of her clitoris. He rubbed it gently with the tip of his middle finger, eliciting moans from her. She arched her back in response. Life Begins Again Ch. 03 He rubbed faster making her squirm and utter guttural sounds. Removing his hand for a moment, he reached for the button on her jeans and fumbled to undo it. She didn't stop him and he managed to unfasten it. Sliding the zipper down was much easier. She raised her rear up to allow him to pull the jeans off. He left her panties on. He alternated kissing her mouth and sucking her tits, and he snuck his hand down inside her panties again. With less restriction, his palm was able to go beyond her clit, easing his finger into her vagina. After a few more minutes of this, Nick stopped, walked around the sofa, pulled Andrea down to a supine position, spread her legs, pulled the elastic on her panty leg aside and devoured the sweetest tasting pussy he had ever had the pleasure to taste. Andrea didn't think it was possible, but Nick's cunnilingus skills had improved monumentally since this afternoon. His tongue was gentle, yet forceful, purposeful, and ever so enticing. Even when he sucked her clit it was with just the right amount of pressure. Sucking, licking, sucking, licking; it just kept getting better. She could just lay here and let him do this for a while. But soon her juices began flowing, and she was still so horny from their afternoon delights that she came quickly, her muscles convulsing, her nerves tingling. Her pleasing orgasm ended with a shudder. She didn't give herself more than a minute to recover before rotating Nick onto the arm of the sofa. He was wearing gym shorts with an elastic waistband. She pulled them down enough to free his swollen cock. It looked quite appetizing. She grabbed it at the base, licked all around the head, the rim and the circumcised foreskin. Once it was covered in saliva, she sucked on the top two inches slowly, lovingly, enjoyably. She swirled her tongue around every time she went down. He fit her mouth perfectly. And what's more, his skin tasted good. When she pulled away for a second, Nick stood. "Sit back against the arm of the sofa." Andrea complied as he walked around behind her. She tilted her head back over the top of the sofa's arm and he brushed the head of his penis across her lips. She stuck her tongue out to lick it, but he reached down to pull her further up on the arm of the sofa so that her head was hanging over almost upside down. Once again, he rubbed the length of his cock sideways across her lips. When the tip hit her lips, she opened her mouth allowing him to feed some in. He then stood behind her and fucked her mouth. She reached around and grabbed his right thigh to control his thrusting speed. "Mmmm," she moaned with each push forward. With her other free hand, Andrea pinched her nipple. Not only was she enjoying the unusual position—a first for her—she wanted to do more. She stuck her tongue out to lick the underside of his cock and pulled forward on his thigh to enable her to drag her tongue the complete length of his shaft. But she didn't stop there. She kept pulling until her lips made contact with his balls. Those she lathered as well before returning to letting him fuck her mouth. One time he drew completely out and slapped her tongue with his cock head. Then she pulled him forward so she could suck his scrotum again, even gently biting it. That made him shiver. Rising to a kneeling position on the couch, Andrea turned around to face Nick, who bent over to kiss her. He then took her hand and guided her off the sofa and had her straddle the high arm of the couch on her belly. With her sweet, juicy pussy now exposed, he entered her from behind, sliding in slowly. "Oh, yeah!" Andrea exclaimed as she felt her clit sandwiched between the arm and his hard cock. For a guy her own age, Nick was good. He knew how to fuck. One of the reasons she had wanted have sex with her dad was because she felt he was older and more experienced. But at this point, it would be hard to say who was better—or bigger. Nor did it matter because now she had two good men to fuck, both of whom could fuck well. When Nick pulled out, Andrea crawled forward turning onto the back of the sofa and rolling onto her back. He repositioned himself also. He held her outstretched legs as he pumped with a bit more force. Again, she rubbed the tips of her nipples with the ends of her forefingers. But as he drove with more speed, she had to reach over her head to hold on to the sofa. Her moans and cries became louder and she threw her head back. Nick lifted her legs holding them straight up and together squeezing her pussy around his cock as he continued thrusting. "Yes, yes!" Andrea cried joyfully. And if that wasn't good enough, he held his dick at mid-shaft and rubbed the head up and down the crack of her vagina fast. "Oh, that's good!" "Yes," he agreed pressing the hood of her clit down on his cock. And that was all she needed to come again in a powerful orgasm that had her nearly falling off the sofa screaming and sweating. When she recovered minutes later, Nick walked around and sat on the sofa breathing heavily himself. Easing off the back of the couch, Andrea walked around, stopping halfway to lean over and mash her mouth to his in a wet kiss. She then knelt between his legs and took his erect cock coated with her juices into her mouth. There was something arousing about the taste of herself on him. Once she cleaned remnants of pussy liquids off and replaced it with saliva, she sat astride of his legs and guided his dick back into her pussy. She just couldn't get enough of having it inside her. Now, Andrea was experiencing Nick's luscious cock inside her in yet another position. And each pose felt as good as the last. He let her bounce. She leaned down to kiss him again and he started thrusting to meet her riding. She thought she might have one more climax in her, but she also realized that he hadn't come yet and she wanted to remedy that situation. To accomplish that, Andrea again draped her back over the arm of the sofa with her head hanging over upside down. She reached out for his cock and guided it back into her mouth. This time, she sucked him for all she was worth, determined to draw the cum right out of him. She knew she was succeeding when she heard, "Ungh, ungh, ungh," and was then rewarded with a mouthful of salty, white, pearly liquid. She managed to swallow it all. For good measure, she sucked the last few dollops right out of the head of his penis. Feeling his knees buckle, Nick hurried around to the sofa plopping down beside her. Panting heavily, he managed to get out, "That was fantastic!" "You were pretty damn good yourself." "Were we really that good or was it just beginner's luck?" Nick mused. "Well, I can only speak for myself, and I haven't been with all that many guys, but most guys my age are more interested in getting themselves off. I didn't get that feeling from you. As a result, it made me want to be better for you." "Wow. That was very well put, and more importantly, very true. Like you, I haven't been with a great many girls, but so many of them just want to lay there. No give and take. You're right. When you're doing it with someone who's participating equally, it makes you want to give them your all." "Equally well said," Andrea agreed. With a sly grin, Nick asked, "Do you think you'd want to study together again sometime?" Andrea smirked. "I don't think I would need the excuse of a study session." They both laughed, and then just sat naked, leaning against one another, basking in the afterglow until they both nodded off. * * * As Nicole listened to Andy tell his story, she couldn't get over the similarities between his past and hers. To be fair, she told her tale, including that her ex had cleaned out their six-figure savings. And then it was his turn to be amazed. But it also left him frowning. "What?" Nicole asked, noting his mood change. "Perhaps I jumped to conclusions by saying that I didn't think I needed to attend any more sessions," Andy confessed. Nicole had become used to him making statements that at first seemed to be out of nowhere, but she had learned that he would eventually make his point. As a lawyer, it drove her nuts, but she almost found it endearing with Andy. "Why?" she asked as though it was expected. "I think I'm a pretty decent guy who raised a pretty exceptional daughter. You're a pretty decent woman who is very pretty and who raised a seemingly pretty decent son; so what's wrong with us that we each had a spouse who didn't think we were all that decent?" "I would say it's their loss, and the fact that we connected and our kids connected is our gain, and we should spend less time worrying about what we think we did or didn't do, and concentrate more on moving forward, hopefully together." With a grin, Andy said, "See, I knew I was right the first time. I don't need any more sessions—not as long as I have you to set me straight." "Speaking of the kids, what do you think they're doing?" "They're decent kids," Andy reminded her. "They're studying just like they said they were. Besides, if they're not studying, I'm not sure I really want to know." "I guess you're right." As the waiter brought the check, Andy asked, "So, what would you like to do now?" "Well, assuming our decent kids are studying at your house, would you like to come to mine for coffee or an after dinner drink?" "That sounds perfect." To maneuver through the restaurant to exit, they had to walk single file. Of course, Andy allowed Nicole to go first. But his motive was as selfish as it was gentlemanly. He wanted to watch her from behind. The sway of her strut in that flowing blue dress was breathtaking. For further selfish etiquette, he opened her car door and waited as she slipped into the passenger seat revealing much of her shapely legs. He purposely walked around the rear of the car to the driver's side so he could adjust his growing cock without her noticing. On the short ride home, he asked, "Are we moving too fast?" Nicole made a show of leaning over to glance at the speedometer, which had the added benefit to him of a generous view of her breasts. "Looks to me like you're doing the speed limit," she quipped. "I'll take that as a no." "What is too fast these days?" Andy shrugged. "We've only known each other a few weeks. And really only got to know each other last night, this afternoon and tonight." "Are you planning on proposing tonight?" "No," Andy responded with the twisted expression. "Why?" "Then I don't think we're moving too fast. But if you want to take it slower, you can just drop me off." She was smirking throughout this conversation. He answered in kind. "I'll take my chances." Again the gentleman, Andy hurried around the car after pulling into Nicole's driveway to open her door. Her dress slid up as she scooted out of the bucket seat. "Have I told you how fabulous you look?" "No. Last time you said 'incredible.' Is fabulous better?" "You look incredible and fabulous." She took his arm as they strolled to her front door. She opened it and led him into the living room. He took a seat on the sofa and she sat beside him, closer than he expected, but not less than he hoped for. Naturally, when she crossed her legs more of them showed, and he suddenly wondered how much was intentional, but then he wondered why he thought that. Yet something suggested that she was inebriated. They drank two bottles of wine at the restaurant, but he never got any sense that she was drunk. "So, what would you like? Coffee or after dinner drink?" There was a seductive tone in her voice. "You choose." "Okay," Nicole said provocatively. She stood and walked into the kitchen and returned seconds later with two small brandy snifters and a bottle of Grand Marnier. She plopped down with no regard for her dress. Andy lifted the bottle and read the label. He was unfamiliar with the liqueur. "It's orange-flavored," Nicole reported. "My favorite. I hope you like it." "If you like it, I will." He poured them each a measure and they sipped it. Andy could see her savor the flavor. He tasted it and was pleased. Then to his surprise, she guzzled the rest of her glass and held it out for more. Without hesitation, but with raised eyebrows, he poured more. She took one healthy sip. Bolstered by the alcohol, Nicole stood. "Wanna dance?" And with that, she started swaying her hips to some silent melody. She spun around several times causing her dress to flare out revealing her matching blue bikini panties underneath. Andy smiled. It didn't matter if she was tipsy. He was just glad she felt comfortable enough with him to go to this length. Slowing down, she held out her arms, soliciting him to join her. What the hell? He liked her, and if she was having a good time, he wasn't going to disappoint her. He stood and stepped over to her, holding up her right hand and placing his right arm around her waist in the classic slow dance hold. In the course of wrapping his arm around her, he scooped up a handful of her dress exposing the back of her legs—not that she apparently cared or that there was anyone there to see. "I've really enjoyed this afternoon and tonight," she told him. "Thank you." "Just as pleasurable for me." "I don't want it to end," she revealed. "Doesn't have to." So, they danced. It was exaggerated, and he allowed his hand to slide down to her ass. She showed no objection. Andy had no expectations that the evening would turn out this way, but he wasn't complaining. And it was Nicole who pressed herself against him, draped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Regardless of the circumstances that precipitated the kiss, it was divine; exactly what he wanted it to be—no, much more. He forgot all else, concentrating on their lips locked together. If nothing else happened, he would go away more than satisfied. Then her hand drifted down to his hip and down his leg around front. She rubbed slowly up and down in the vicinity of his crotch. "Is this moving too fast?" Nicole facetiously asked. "No. This is a slow dance," he shot back, jocularly. "Ha-ha." She squeezed his cock as a rebuke. They kissed again, still dancing. He changed to a bear hug hold, and then let his hands slowly drift down to her waist, and then onto her nicely rounded rear. While there, he gathered the back of her dress up to her waist. Again, he palmed her buttocks. They felt even better through the nylon of her panties; so much better, he eased his hands under the elastic waistband and gently kneaded her soft skin. "Mmmm," she uttered as she felt his cock pulse from touching her behind. They danced their way back to the sofa. She pushed him to sit and she sat on the arm of the couch. Reaching up Andy pulled the strap off of her shoulder and kissed it and the side of her arm. Nicole bent her head down, their mouths met and his hand drifted down to her breast to test the waters. But she made no attempt to stop him. In fact, she pushed the top of her dress down to expose the bra-covered boob. Kissing it through the material, he noticed that the hem of her dress was very high on her leg exposing a vast amount of her thigh. His hand was drawn to it. He rubbed her leg up and down. Now, Nicole eased her bra strap down to pull the cup off of her breast. Andy sucked her nipple. Already aroused, this stimulated her more, eliciting soft moans from her. She slid herself off of the arm onto the seat beside him. This caused her dress to rise above her waist, revealing her matching blue lace bikini panties. The invitation extended by her spreading her legs was not lost on Andy. He slid his hand up her smooth skin to the cross section of her legs. Gently, he ran his fingers over her panty-covered pussy and felt moisture. He pulled the elastic leg of her panty aside to expose her vagina. "Yes," she whispered. Now, his fingers toyed with her bare pussy. Softly, he rubbed her clit, and then dipped his middle finger into her hole one knuckle deep. She threw her head back as her breathing quickened. Slowly, he finger-fucked her, licked and sucked her nipple and again kissed her lips. Their kissing so far had been basic and affectionate. Now, their lips parted, their tongues made contact. Andy reached up and slid the other strap off of her shoulder. He moved his hand around back of her and one-handedly unclasped her bra, pleased that he was still adept at that task. However, when he did, Nicole instantly pulled back and he feared he had gone too far. Her straight face instantly gave way to a big smile as she took her bra off and draped it over the back of the sofa. She did nothing to her dress, which had dropped below her breasts. Tenderly, he eased her down to a supine position resting her head on the low arm of the sofa. Sliding back, he once again pulled aside the leg of her panty, but this time he tasted her with his tongue. She let out a soft cry. He ran his tongue between her pussy lips enjoying her sweet nectar, and then nibbled on the round ball of her clit. He sucked its hood. Again, Nicole threw her head back savoring the pleasure of an experienced tongue. As much as she had enjoyed the sex she had with her son, the difference between him and a more experienced man was noticeable. But she pushed that from her mind and concentrated on the immense pleasure she was now enjoying. He knew just the right amount of pressure to suck her clit with, and the exact force to apply when nibbling it, the exact length of time to compliment his tongue with his fingers. She attempted to hold off her climax as long as she could, but his oral ministrations were just too good and she had to let herself go. She came quietly, finally having to push his head away when her pussy became too sensitive. She looked up at his grinning face smeared with a concoction of his saliva and her vaginal secretions. She sat up, as did he, and she attacked his mouth with her own, kissing, licking, slurping until he was clean. But Nicole did not stop there. With the force of her lips on his, she pushed him onto his back, pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants and over his abdomen, then reached down to undo his pants and zipper. She slid her hand in, making contact with his oozing, hard penis. Still kissing him, she fished it out, stroking it softly, lubricating it with his pre-cum. There was something she loved about that clear, viscous liquid. Though sticky, it wasn't as gooey as a full load of semen. She wished men could produce more of the pre-seminal fluid. She sat back on her heels and pushed his pants down to his ankles. She grabbed his dick and moved her hand up and down his shaft in an attempt to have him produce more of the clear stuff. She was rewarded with a few drops. She bent over to scoop up the delicacy with the tip of her tongue. Taking a second to relish the unique flavor, she then pressed her lips to the head of his cock. Her upper lip rested on the upper slope of the mushroom, the tip parting her lips and sitting just inside her mouth, and her lower lip molded around the soft circumcised skin on the underside. The tip of her tongue wiggled from side to side, spreading his pee hole, hoping for a stray drop of pre-cum. No one had ever done that to him before. It was a unique feeling. Finally, she took most of his shaft in her mouth and stopped as though to get a feel for his size. She swirled her tongue around the parts it touched, and sucked as she pulled back. Occasionally, she would remove her mouth entirely and lick the head like a Popsicle. He also felt her tits resting against his thighs. She used her fist to jerk and dipped down to drag her tongue against his scrotum. Then she kissed and sucked just the head as though she was kissing his lips. Life Begins Again Ch. 03 Andy was pleasantly surprised that she was so accomplished. Holding his balls in the palm of her hand, she stuck her tongue out and licked, dragging her tongue up his shaft onto his abdomen. She pushed the bottom of his shirt higher to get to his nipples, which she nibbled, sucked and lightly bit. Now she sat up and positioned her pussy directly over his cock. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the hard rod and slid it effortlessly into her pussy. Nicole rocked back and forth on it slowly emitting oohs and ahs. Andy gripped her hips on either side and controlled her tempo. Sitting straight up, she bounced up and down faster until, finally, she fell backwards into the position she had been in when he had licked her pussy. With her legs splayed wide and her drenched pussy gaping, Andy hurried onto his knees, aimed his cock, surged forward and found his way in with no assistance. Nicole held her legs back against her chest. Andy loved this position because he could achieve maximum penetration, and nothing felt better than having his cock buried to the hilt in a pussy that engulfed him like a tender glove. He thrust slowly to get maximum pleasure. But that didn't last long as she reached out to grab his legs and force him to pump faster. Her breathing quickened in time to his speed. There was a determined look on her face. He bent over to kiss her and her moans changed to throaty. She wanted him to fuck even faster, but he resisted, maintaining a quick but constant pace. Andy was beginning to feel it also; that indescribable ramping that his body went through preparing for orgasm. The deep concentration on Nicole's face revealed that she was in the throes also. It was almost a contest to see who would come first, or if they could miraculously come at the same time their first time. She won out—as it should be—screaming every unintelligible sound one could make, throwing her head from side to side, digging her fingers into his skin, seemingly attempting to pull him further into her even though he was as far as he could go. This only urged him on, and try though he did, he could not hold out until she completely finished. "Come on me!" Nicole ordered. "Hose me down! I want to feel you all over me!" And so he did. His balls felt twice their normal size as he aimed his cock at her abdomen. But his first shot was so strong; it shot all the way up to her chin and neck. Each successive jet followed a line down between her tits and abdomen more than filling her belly button, and then some. When he finally finished, she glanced down and couldn't believe the amount he had ejaculated. "Holy shit!" a voice exclaimed. Life Begins Again Ch. 04 Nick's eyes snapped open. He looked around, groggy from the deep sleep he had fallen into. He instantly felt the warm body pressed against him and smiled at the beautiful nude form of a reposed Andrea stretched out beside him. He assumed his head had just bobbed and that had awakened him. Then he heard a noise. High-pitched. But he couldn't identify it. Listening a while longer, he heard nothing more. Nick wanted to touch Andrea's sensual body, but she seemed to be sleeping so peacefully, he didn't want to wake her—until he heard the sound again. Gently, he nudged her. She groaned, slowly coming awake. "Shhhh!" Nick whispered to her. "Listen." With a yawn and a frown, Andrea said, "What?" "Do you hear anything?" While listening, she saw his cock coming to half-mast. She absently reached out and wrapped her fist around it. The sound echoed again, this time louder and longer. That made Andrea sit up. "What was that?" Listening intently, Nick murmured, "Oh, no." He jumped up, ignoring the fact he was naked, and headed into the kitchen. Still frowning, Andrea arose and followed. She caught up with him just as he entered the living room and heard him say, "Holy shit!" He stopped and she halted beside him, the reason for his exclamation distinctly apparent. There before them were their parents, Nick's mother flat on her back, her chest down to her abdomen covered in Andrea's dad's cum, him on his knees, his wilting cock still dripping a few drops. The four regarded one another, and it would be a toss-up to decide who, if any, was the most surprised. Nicole unabashedly pulled her dress that was bunched around her waist up over her breasts, disregarding the liquid mess all over her. She sat up and turned to set her legs on the floor tugging the hem of her dress down in the process. Andy's pants were still around his ankles so he pulled them up and sat also. "Are we going to stare at each other all night?" Andrea turned and dashed back into the den. "I . . . I guess we . . . we, we . . . heard something," Nick stammered. "Just didn't expect . . ." He also returned to the den. A few minutes later, the children returned partially dressed. Andy was amused by the sight. Nicole wore only her dress, not quite sheer, but it was clear she had nothing else on underneath. Andy was only in his pants with no shirt. Andrea appeared in a button down shirt with only three buttons fastened and clearly no bra, and it was doubtful she had on underwear beneath her short skirt. Nick, like Andy, wore only pants, and was probably commando underneath. He couldn't help but snicker. "What's funny, dad?" Andrea wanted to know. "Just amused at how we all scrambled to cover up, but just barely," Andy explained. "How did your study session go? Needed a little something to unwind? I thought you were going to our house?" "Well, since my regular partner was unavailable," Andrea flippantly shot back. "I decided to get pizza and it was easier to bring it here." "Your regular partner?" Nick interrupted. "I thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend?" Caught in the headlights, realizing she might have blown their cover, by her thoughtless remark, Andrea quickly mumbled, "I . . . I . . . don't." "But you're screwing someone else?" Andrea stepped closer to her dad with a look pleading help. "She doesn't have a boyfriend," Andy affirmed. Nick moved toward the sofa also as though to further confront Andrea, but Nicole reached her hand out, grabbing the waistband of his pants to stop him. "She doesn't have a boyfriend, Nick, because the partner she's referring to is—" Nicole refrained from using the word father "—Andy." Now, father and daughter both swung their heads sharply to the others. Nicole shrugged. "Sorry. As a lawyer I know how to read people." "You're screwing your dad?" Nick accused. But before Andrea could respond, Nicole again spoke up. "Don't be so indignant, Nick, when you're doing the same thing." "You and your mom?" Andrea charged. The students regarded each other coldly for a half-minute, and then Andrea burst out laughing. The others looked at her strangely, at first, but it was contagious that, a beat later, Nick joined in. Within seconds, the adults were in on it also. Finally, Andrea recovered enough to remark, "This takes having things in common to a whole new level." She sat on her dad's lap. "Did you know?" Placing one hand around her waist and the other on her exposed leg, he reported, "Didn't have a clue." Nick sat beside his mother. His hurriedly snapped pants came undone. "What about you, mom?" "Didn't even occur to me until Andrea mentioned a partner." Andrea slid off her dad's lap between him and Nick and crossed her legs, causing her skirt to rise nearly to her ass. "This is almost surreal," Andrea remarked. "I love it." "You're right. It brings commonality to a whole new dimension," Nick said by way of agreement. "How could any four people be better suited to each other?" With that, he leaned over and kissed his mother on the lips. It was more than just a peck and included brief tongue action. "Just the thought of this is erotic," Andrea said. "Makes me horny." "It is kind of arousing," Nicole agreed. "I'm so glad this is out in the open. I was stressing about what would happen if Andy and I continued to see each other." "Yeah, that could have been bad," Nick concurred. Andrea reached out and placed her left hand on her dad's crotch and her right on Nick's and rubbed them simultaneously. "Two at once! I like this." "And me stuck on the end," Nicole commented. She turned Nick's face toward her and pressed their lips together, her hand roaming all over his bare chest and down into his unhooked pants. Andrea pulled her hand back and turned to concentrate on her dad, throwing her crossed leg over his leg also. He turned toward her and they kissed passionately also. His hand went to his daughter's breasts. Nicole slid her son's zipper down the rest of the way. The top of his cock now poked out and she fondled it as he pawed her tits. Pulling Andrea closer to him, Andy's arm went around his daughter to play with her mostly exposed ass. She was almost facing him and sitting on his leg as they swapped spit. Nick eased the straps to Nicole's dress off of her shoulders so he could get to her bare breasts. He then pushed her dress down to expose her boobs. His mouth instantly went to her nipple while his hand pulled her dress up to finger her wet pussy. Andy unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his daughter's shirt thus exposing her tits. He sucked both nipples. With Nicole's dress once again belted around her waist, Nick knelt on the floor, pushed his mother to slouch against the sofa back, spread her legs and aimed his tongue at her pussy. It occurred to him that Andy's dick had recently been where Nick's tongue now was, but the sweet taste of his mother's snatch caused him to ignore what else he might be ingesting. Guiding Andrea to her feet, Andy undid and removed her skirt and shirt. He pulled her to him and licked what he could of her pussy. Likewise, he realized that Nick's cock had been in his dear daughter's sugary vagina, and he hoped she had been smart enough not to let him deposit his load inside. He sensed no telltale odors so he continued his assault on her clit. Nick pulled his mother's dress completely off rendering her totally nude. He used the garment to clean her abdomen to the extent he could of the remnants of Andy's massive cum. He reveled over Nicole's fabulous body bestowing kisses from tit to clit. Andrea pulled her dad up to stand also, undid his pants and removed them, leaving his underwear on. Andy arranged his daughter in a position similar to and next to Nicole, and side by side, the two men provided oral satisfaction to their related women. Andrea took in the scene as her dad performed miracles with his tongue. Never had she been involved in sexual activity as exciting as this. She was becoming aroused beyond imagination. She wanted more. Pushing her dad's head away, she tugged on him, pulling his head to hers. He planted his knees on the edge of the sofa as she spread her legs and rested them on his hips. His hard cock found its own way home. The feeling of it slowly sliding into her waiting pussy caused her to shiver and moan. It drew Nick's and Nicole's attention. Both smiled and Nicole pulled her son's face to her to taste the mixture of his saliva and her pussy juice. The two then switched positions so mom could suck son. Andy and Andrea's position was something of a balancing act so they also switched positions. Sitting on her dad's lap, his cock once again easily slid into her. A few minutes later, Nick and Nicole maneuvered into the same position as their counterparts. Playing with his daughter's tit with his left hand, Andy reached over to fondle Nicole's right with his right hand. She looked at him, smiled and winked. Seeing this, Andrea grinned. "Isn't this great?" Nicole merely nodded. "Wanna swap?" Thinking about it, Nicole's expression gradually formed a wicked smirk. "Yes." And so, they did. The feel of a different cock suddenly in her pussy was a thrill in itself. Andrea rode Nick a little harder than she had her dad. "Oh, this is fantastic," she moaned. "Just think, Nicole, we can fuck my dad, we can fuck Nick, and we can fuck each other. Have you ever done another woman?" The action halted as everyone looked at her. "Must be something about studying with someone. Some of my study sessions with female friends have ended in us doing each other." She felt Nick's cock pulse inside her as he probably visualized that. "Actually, I have," Nicole admitted. Nick's cock pulsed again seemingly much bigger. Now he was imagining his mother with another woman. "When my marriage failed, one of my friends admitted that she had switched to women and really enjoyed it. She convinced me to try, so I did a few times. But I couldn't change completely." Andrea's eyes lit up. She raised herself off of Nick and pushed him closer to her dad. This time she sat facing away from him and inserted his cock from behind. She was very close to Nicole. She reached over and pulled Nicole's face to hers, kissing her. Thankfully, Nicole kissed back and it became passionate. Nick started pumping her harder as he watched the two women. "Oh, yeah, keep that up," Andy urged. Soon all four were moaning and groaning. "You can come inside me," Nicole told Andy. "I'm protected." So, Andy did. And Nicole came a moment after, writhing and moaning. Nick pulled out of Andrea and shot his load all over her back. He reached around and finished her off with his fingers amid her screaming and jerking. While still coming down from her spectacular orgasm, a still very horny Andrea stood, turned Nicole around so she was sitting on Andy's lap as Andrea had on Nick's, and pushed her to slouch against her dad. Andrea then spread Nicole's legs and licked her dad's sperm out of the older woman's pussy. Not only was Nicole utterly surprised and too stunned to do anything, she actually came again, so erotic was what had happened. Watching, Nick was furiously stroking his cock back to solidity. He managed a small orgasm, but shot very little. Andy could only plop back against the sofa. He wrapped his arms around Nicole, pulled her to him and hugged and kissed her neck. Andrea merely flattened out on the floor, exhausted. Nick grabbed two throw pillows and lay beside her. Once recovered, Nicole arose, disappeared into the nearest bathroom and returned with towels for everyone. She then sat on the floor also back against the sofa between Andy's spread legs. "So," she asked casually, "anyone ever done that before?" Everyone chuckled, knowing she was being facetious. "But I hope we can do it again," Andrea added. "As long as none of us develops any issues with this," Nicole clarified. "Sorry, it's the attorney in me." "What issues?" Andrea rhetorically asked. "This has been the second best sexual experience of my life." "The second?" Nick questioned. "What was the first?" "The first time dad and I did it." "Then, I agree," Nick said. "My first time with mom would be number one also." "Gee, don't we have respectful children," Andy quipped. They were all silent for a few minutes. Then Nicole asked, "So, where do we go from here?" * * * No one had an answer for that, and because tomorrow was a work day for the adults and the students had an important test, father and daughter went home. Nicole and Nick simply went to her bedroom and slipped into bed as they were. "I could so easily fuck you right now," Nick said. "But I know we both had a busy night and need the rest." "Good thinking," Nicole pointed out. "Can we make this work, Nick? Do we want to make it work? You and Andrea, me and Andy, all of us together?" "It's the best of all worlds, mom. You have a good man your age, I have a great girl my age, we can still have each other and nights like tonight. No secrets, nothing to hide. Perfect." "Is anything really perfect?" "This could be." * * * Andy and Andrea slipped on as few clothes as possible to make it home; enough just to be decent in the event they were stopped by police. Of course, in her barely buttoned shirt and short skirt, it was likely Andrea would have been able to wangle her way out of it. At least, they knew a good lawyer! Once home, without incident, an exhausted Andy trudged to his room. There, he dropped the under clothes he was carrying and ripped off his shirt and pants. He quickly brushed his teeth, used the toilet and fell into bed. However, before he turned off the light, he noticed Andrea standing in the doorway still dressed—such as she was—as she had been when they departed Nicole's. "Can I come in?" She asked, looking like a little lost puppy. "Of course. Why do you ask?" "I didn't know if things had changed after tonight." "It was just one date." "I meant afterward." "It was just one fuck," he snickered. "But, oh, what a fuck it was." "So you enjoyed it?" "It was the most erotic sex I've ever been involved in." "Do, I really want to know what other sex you've been involved in?" Andy hesitantly asked. "Particularly since you admitted to some girl-girl stuff." "No, nothing else. There have been a couple or three guys. And to answer the question that I'm sure is on your mind, remember my two friends from high school, Gina and Lucy? In our senior year in high school, we used to study together. When we got tired of studying, we talked about boys we liked and whether we would have sex with any of them. None of us really knew anything about having sex except what we could watch on the Internet. We taught each other to kiss by kissing each other, and of course, it led to more." "I guess that's understandable," Andy commented. "We never considered ourselves lesbians. We never thought of ourselves as anything other than a bunch of horny girls." "Well, obviously, I don't know the mindset of a young woman such as yourself," Andy admitted. "But it seems lately, you've been especially horny." "Well, dad, I guess I discovered my sexuality soon after hitting puberty. I don't remember the exact trigger, but learning to masturbate was one of the greatest lessons of my life. I'd go crazy if I could no longer do that. Although, lately, I haven't had a need to." "How did you learn to masturbate?" Andy wanted to know. This conversation was arousing, which surprised him because he didn't think he had it left in him for tonight. Andrea felt him getting hard so she reached behind her to hold his cock, though she didn't stroke him. "I hate to tell you this, but I guess you should know. I saw mom doing it—without her knowing of course. She used to do it a lot. I would watch her whenever I could. She was pretty horny also. Guess that's where I got it from. Also, getting myself aroused from spying on her probably contributed to experimenting with girls." "Nothing I hear about your mother surprises me anymore," Andy noted. "But that does explain a lot of things about her and you." "Are you mad?" "No. Everything happens for a reason. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have each other or Nicole and Nick. That was our old life. This is our new life." * * * Nicole grabbed her son's limp penis at the base and flapped it back and forth to wake him. Instead it just grew to a hardness she could really make use of if she had the time. Finally, he stirred. "What?" Nick growled. "Time to rise and shine." "You rise. You shine," Nick grumbled. "Big test today. You've got to be fresh and wide awake." He moaned loudly. With a big grin, Nicole leaned over, spit on his cock and started to pump it. She added a few more dribbles of saliva so that her hand glided quickly up and down his shaft. In seconds, Nick was spurting white, pearly liquid all over his abdomen. Finally, Nick opened his eyes. He pretended to squint through sleepy pupils. Then his lips turned to a big grin. "You did that on purpose," Nicole accused. "Sorry, mom." He smirked. "But thanks." She slapped his cock. "Get up." Nick leaned over and kissed his mother on the lips, then slipped out of the bed. "Pay backs are hell." He started to head down the hall to his bathroom. "By the way, you received a letter from your father." Nick stopped short. "A letter? In the mail?" He asked incredulously. She nodded. "Who's sends letters by mail anymore?" "Perhaps reading it will explain," Nicole suggested, handing him the letter. Nick glanced at it. "Maybe if I get really bored." "He's still your father," she reminded. "He's still an asshole," Nick maintained. * * * The smell of bacon wooed Andy to wakefulness. The other side of the bed was vacant, so it was a good guess who was cooking. He slipped on a robe and headed for the kitchen. He found his daughter facing the stove stalk naked. He gave her a love tap on her ass as he walked by to pour himself a cup of coffee. "What's got you up and at 'em so early?" he asked. "Between last night and my test today, I'm wired. I thought making you breakfast might calm me down." She reached for a plate and loaded it with eggs, bacon and hash browns. "Sit." She fixed herself a plate. Andy couldn't help stealing glances at his daughter while he ate. He'd seen her nude in bed a dozen times, but somehow, seeing her doing normal things without clothes had an erotic quality. She glimpsed him watching her out of the corner of his eye. "See anything else you'd like to nibble on, go right ahead." "Thanks, but you've got a test and I've got to get to work." He continued eating. "Did you check the mail yesterday?" "No, but I'll go now." She pretended to stand. Wolfing down the last few bites, Andy quickly said, "That's alright. I'll get it." He did, returning in minutes. Andrea was just finishing her breakfast. "You've got a letter here from your mother." "A letter? Well, that's a giant step backwards." She accepted the envelope and glanced at it. "Miami, Florida?" "I doubt seriously she's there. I'm sure she passed through there just to mail it to throw us off." "Bitch." She feigned wiping her ass with it, and then tossed it in the trash. "Andrea! She is your mother." "In title only," she shot back as she headed off to shower and dress. Shaking his head, Andy retrieved the letter from the trash can and slipped it into one of his daughter's textbooks. Life Begins Again Ch. 04 * * * Nicole's call to meet for coffee at their usual place was almost predictable. But Andy was no less happy to hear from her, and he positively wanted to see her. He arrived before she did and ordered her usual and his and was waiting for her at their regular table when she walked in. She looked as gorgeous as she had when he picked her up for dinner the night before and he told her so. Beaming, she hoped she never became tired of hearing it from him. "So, what did you think of our first date?" Andy shrugged. "Oh, you know, the usual stuff, awkward getting to know each other, deciding what to do, whether to steal a goodnight kiss." "Funny. But seriously, what did you think about how it turned out? It just happened and we didn't have chance to talk about it." "Dinner was good. I didn't care much for that orange liqueur." "Well, that's a deal-breaker. I love the stuff." "So, I noticed." Andy grinned. "To be truthful, I really haven't thought about it much. Andrea and I talked about it a little when we got home. She loved it. I definitely learned some things about her last night that I didn't know." "Okay," Nicole responded patiently. "So, that aside, what else? Did you like what happened, were you turned off, is it more than you bargained for?" "I wasn't turned off. It's probably best that it just happened. Otherwise, I'm not sure how we would have gotten to that point. The reality is, we're all perfect for each other given the special relationship we have with our children and them with us." Andy shrugged, "I mean, whom else could we date?" "And you're okay with Nick and Andrea?" "On the way home from the restaurant the night we ran into the two of you, she admitted to being interested in him and I encouraged her to date him. I told her that what she and I had would not last forever and she needed to be with someone her own age. She told me the same thing." Nicole nodded. "I agree with everything you've said. What about Andrea and me?" "Well, I guess that was the most surprising part of the evening." Andy shrugged. "Apparently, my daughter is a very sexual woman. She admitted she must get it from her mother." That shocked Nicole. "You mean Andrea and your ex—" "No, no," Andy laughed at her misinterpretation. He explained what Andrea told him about watching her mother masturbate, and then about her high school friends. "Anyway, to answer your question, you're having sex with your son, I'm having sex with my daughter, I have no reason to believe that either of us will discontinue that practice—nor is there any reason to do so—so, if you and Andrea want to have sex also, I can't see why you shouldn't." He smirked. "As long as Nick and I can watch!" Nicole was smiling, but also shaking her head. "Why is it that guys like to watch two women having sex?" "Don't know. It's just a guy thing." "I'm not necessarily looking to do anything with Andrea—or any other woman, for that matter. But as with everything else last night, in the heat of the moment, things happen and you give in. If the mood is right again, I'm sure I'll give in again." "I understand. If we're all comfortable with the things that happened last night—I assume Nick is?" Nicole nodded. "Then as I said earlier, it's good that it happened unexpectedly. If we'd had to think about it and analyze it first, it might never have happened." "Again, I agree." Nicole leaned over and kissed Andy on the lips. "I'm excited about us embarking on this new relationship." "As am I." * * * Likewise, Andrea and Nick met in the coffee shop of the student union before their test. Nick looked worried, and Andrea questioned him about it, thinking he was concerned about the exam. "No, it's actually about last night," he confessed. "What was wrong about last night?" "Absolutely nothing," he informed her. "It was fabulous. The best time I ever had. As much porn as I watch, I've never seen a movie anything like what we did." "Then I'm confused. What are you worried about?" "Your dad." "My dad?" Andrea repeated, quite surprised. "I really like you, Andrea, and I want to continue seeing you. I also like having sex with my mother, and I want to continue doing that just as I'm sure you want to continue with your dad." "Yeah, so?" "Your dad didn't say much after we all did it last night, so I was concerned that maybe he didn't like it, and if so, what that would do to us?" She smiled warmly and patted his cheek. "You're sweet. I'm touched. And to relieve your concerns, my dad did enjoy himself. He really likes your mom, and like us, he wants to continue having sex with me. So, he will be a willing participant at future gatherings like last night." Visibly relieved, Nick said, "Thanks, I'm glad to hear that. When will we all get together again?" "Maybe tonight. I was going to talk to dad about cooking dinner for all us at our house." "I can hardly wait!" "But don't wait hard," Andrea quipped. "Save it for tonight." He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "I'm so glad we got together. But right now, I've got to hit the restroom." After Nick walked off, Andrea pulled her textbook from her bag and opened it to do a quick review of one thing that would be on the test that she was having difficulty with. When she opened the book, the envelope from her mother slid out. She shook her head knowing her dad had retrieved it from the trash and stuck it in the textbook. She now noticed that it was an odd sized envelope, more like a greeting card than the standard business type. She was still baffled by the Miami postmark. Though still angry with her mom, curiosity got the better of her so she carefully opened it. It was indeed a cream colored card with a quote embossed on the outside: "To err is human; to forgive, divine." She opened the card and skimmed the handwritten text. Basically, her mother was asking for forgiveness and explaining that if they could talk, she could make her daughter understand. Blah, blah, blah. Andrea was about to tear the card to shreds when it slipped from her hand and fell to the floor beside Nick's backpack. Leaning over to pick it up, she noticed that one of the pouches was unzipped. Feeling naughty, she glanced in the direction of the restroom, and not seeing Nick returning, she stole a quick peek inside. What she saw was a total shock. She felt a tightening in her bowels. Taking another quick glance toward the restroom with still no sign of Nick, she looked again in the pouch and couldn't believe her eyes. "Oh, shit!" Andrea quickly extracted an envelope seemingly similar to the one her mother had sent her. Holding the two together revealed an exact match. Andrea was further stunned to discover the identical postmark from Miami on the very same day! The envelope was firm as though it also contained a card. She pressed the front of the envelope against its contents to attempt to see through the paper. Vaguely, she could make out the same quote. Andrea's mind race through the various possibilities. What could two identical envelopes—ostensibly containing the same card—sent on the same day from the same place to two different people mean; particularly since one card was positively from a parent who had abandoned her child and the other card was sent to a boy whose parent had abandoned him. Only one answer kept coming up. Andrea's mother had run off with Nick's father. Life Begins Again Ch. 05 With all the other coincidences linking Andy, Andrea, Nicole and Nick, the odds against Andrea's mom and Nick's dad also connecting must be astronomical. Still, it was the only logical explanation. So lost in thought was Andrea that she didn't see Nick approaching until he was almost back at their table. With no consideration, acting only on impulse, she jammed both envelopes into another section of the book and buried her face in the page it was opened to. She had to think about this more before mentioning it—to anyone. She forced a smile when Nick sat down. "Are you okay?" he asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost." She tapped her textbook. "Just not sure I'm as prepared to take this test as I thought I was." "You'll do fine. You know this stuff backwards and forwards. Let's get on to class." "My turn for the rest room, first." She still had the textbook in her arm so she walked off with it as though she didn't realize she had it. However, when she reached the restroom, she turned on the hot water, and when steam began rising, she used it to open Nick's envelope. It came as no surprise that it was the identical card, exact same quote, and even the handwritten message was nearly word for word. But it sickened her. She nearly felt like she was going to vomit. Replacing the card in the envelope, she pressed it between the pages of her book. Hopefully, as it dried, it would re-seal. Andrea wet a napkin with cold water and pressed it to her face to calm her down before leaving the restroom. She had to force herself to concentrate on the test, a task made all the more difficult by the horrible secret bouncing around in her brain. Fortunately, she knew the subject very well and she thought the answers came easily, but that also scared her. The question now was what to do with the information she had. Did she tell Nick? Her dad? Or just let it go? However, the more she thought about it, she knew she had to talk to her dad. Nick tried to talk her into spending the afternoon together again, but she felt as though she needed to be alone until she talked to her dad. She made an excuse about having to clean house before he and his mother came that night. He offered to come and help. But she told him they would never get around to cleaning if he did. On the promise of an evening to top last night, he reluctantly left. Andrea indecisively toyed with the idea of driving to her dad's office, but instead, she called him to propose her idea for dinner. He was eagerly in favor of it. "Can you come home early?" she asked. "Do you need my help?" "I need to talk to you." Andy heard something in her voice. "Is everything okay?" he asked, suddenly concerned. "I found mom's letter." "I just thought you—" "I read it. We need to talk." There was no refuting the seriousness in her voice. "I'm on my way." Not easily rattled, Andrea felt edgy so she decided to soak in the Jacuzzi in the master bath until her father arrived. When the water reached the proper level, she turned on the jets, angling the closest against her pussy as she had seen her mother do so many times and as she had done often when no one was home. She couldn't remember if she'd had an orgasm when her dad roused her sometime later. "You okay?" He asked when she awoke. "Guess I dozed off." Andrea sat up. "Want to get in?" "I think it's about time you got out. You're about to shrivel up. Besides, I called Nicole on the way home. She's coming here straight from work." Andy checked his watch. "We've only got about an hour. What was so urgent about your mom's letter?" So as she dried off, Andrea told him about the identical postmarks on the same day, the cards with the same writing and very similar message and how she discovered it. "Oh, shit!" Andy exclaimed, plopping down on the edge of the tub. "That's not good." "I figured it wasn't," Andrea said. "Why?" "Nicole's ex made off with all of their savings—hundreds of thousands." Andrea blew out a high whistle. "Nick never said anything about that." "He might not know," Andy surmised. "Should we tell them?" Andy shrugged and didn't answer right away. "I'm not sure anything would be solved by it." "Shouldn't we be honest with our new lovers?" "Like I told you this morning, she—they—are probably not still in Miami. But if anyone tells anybody anything, I've got to tell Nicole in case Nick doesn't know." "Okay. So, are you going to tell her?" "What would be the point?" "My mother ran off with Nick's dad," Andrea argued. "Your wife ran off with her husband. Aside from the odds against that being astronomical, isn't it wrong not to tell her?" "Andrea, if I thought telling her would help her, I would in a heartbeat. But you tell me what knowing what you now know has done for you besides upset you and make you nervous?" She had to think about that for a minute to realize that her father might be right. Maybe honesty wasn't always the best policy. Life Begins Again Ch. 05 "I didn't know what to do. And then I forgot about it when you guys came over," Andrea lied. "That's a convenient story," Nicole remarked sharply. "Did you know about this?" She turned her attention to Andy. "Yes," he answered hesitantly. "And when were you going to tell me?" Taking the cue from his daughter, Andy said, "I forgot about it also." "And yet, sometime between the times you both came home and we arrived, you remembered to discuss it." She wasyer mode. And he tried a different tack. "Look we have a good thing going here and I don't want to mess it up. Andrea and I were both as horrified as are you and Nick. The truth is, I didn't know how to tell you or even if I should. I agree it means our exes are together. What were the odds of that? But I'm sure they were just passing through Miami, probably even on their way out of the country, so I wasn't sure that telling you would serve any purpose. Obviously, that was poor judgment on my part." "It was very poor judgment," Nicole countered. "It shows that I can't trust you to be any more honest than my ex was. And Nick and I don't have any place in our lives for people who will deceive us. So, I'm done. You're old enough to make your own choice, Nick." "I'm with you mom." Despite protestations from Andy and Andrea, mother and son quickly dressed and departed. After they were gone with tears in her eyes Andrea said, "I'm sorry, dad, I shouldn't have been so nosy to root through Nick's backpack." "Don't beat yourself up. I probably would have done the same thing. Despite what she said, it's not over. She's a rational woman. I think she'll come to her senses." "I don't know. She seemed pretty angry. Nick, too." "She was hurt. There's a difference. She'll come around."