12 comments/ 73272 views/ 8 favorites Slow Burn By: stormyknight The following fictional story is a slow burn. Like passions, the smoke is a signal that a fire that will ignite eventually, but not until the conditions are right. This is your story if you like a "slow burn" and we all know that everything good is worth waiting for. Enjoy. It's only the beginning of a series from "stormyknight". All characters are over 18. 10:30 on a Monday morning. I was getting my business week started. The phone rang, and I expected a typical business call. I work at home, so for those who do likewise, I am accustomed to the 'mental shifting of gears' around the house when the phone rings during the 8-5 period. I picked up the receiver and announced myself expecting the usual reply, but heard only the sharp intake of breath. I spoke my name again, and heard a tentative, almost questioning "Hello..." then click. "It was probably a wrong number," I thought to myself, and then resumed work at the desk. I checked the Caller ID which read "blocked" and ignored the call. I was busily typing away at the computer again when my thoughts were interrupted when several minutes later, the phone rang again. "Another 'Blocked' call. Oh, you again," I thought. I picked up the receiver and announced myself this time personally, hoping to keep the mystery caller on the line. But, nothing. I held the receiver without speaking, baiting the caller to speak. It worked. The same tentative female voice said "Hi..." then paused. Mondays are not the time to play around. I had a full week ahead of me and wanted to get down to business. But my intriguing mystery caller was getting the best of me. I responded with a curious but inviting "Hi, this is Jay," and again waited. "Hi Jay. Do you know who this is?" I really wasn't expecting a mysterious call like this, and the voice didn't immediately connect to a face. But, it sounded so familiar. "Not really. How about a hint," I played along hoping to buy some time when she answered. "It's Mandy, I 'm back in town." A much unexpected reply. Mandy was Julie's daughter, my step-daughter. Mandy went away unexpectedly. She had a falling out with her mother during the summer following high school and moved about five years ago. Our long held plan was to have her attend the local university. Before then, Mandy and I were close and always got along fine. She would turn to me before as a confidante during the previous encounters with her mom. We had a close father-daughter relationship. Over the ten years we had together, I was aware that she often depended on me to be the steady one in her life. But one day, she really got into it with her mother and moved out in a fit of anger and frustration, without as much as a goodbye. She couldn't get far enough away from her mom, and didn't let us know where she was living. Still, trouble at home continued. Julie and I got divorced about a year later, and she died shortly thereafter, drunk behind the wheel of her car. I always thought, "What a waste of a promising life. Finally, she was at peace with her troubled mind." I loved Julie, and after this heartbreak, never married again. So, needless to say, I lost track of Mandy...until today. My thoughts returning to the present, "Are you okay?" I asked, dreading that she was hurt or in trouble. "No, I'm okay. But I've been thinking of what a jerk I was to you, by leaving and not keeping in touch. I missed you." I replied, "I missed you too, but had no idea where you were, and how you were doing. Where are you now? Oh, sorry. Too many questions, too fast." Mandy began to cry softly and said, "Can I see you? I was such a fool. I made such a mess and have so much to undo." I just let her keep taking, relating the guilt of her departure, death of her mother and the general chain of events over the past five years. We spoke for nearly an hour, and then arranged to meet for lunch at a small cafe near her hotel, which was only a short drive from where I live. Two hours later I pulled into a parking space at the cafe, took a deep breath to try and calm my swirling emotions. I sat there for a moment, looked around and then saw her at a table outside in the shade of an umbrella. She was seated and still, holding her drink inches away from her lips, obviously lost in thought. The closing of my car door did not interrupt her deep and heavy thoughts. It had been years since seeing her, but I knew how emotions played on her face, and could tell this was hard for her to handle. I walked towards the table and was only a few feet away when the movement caught her attention. She looked at me briefly, and without speaking lowered her swollen red eyes, setting the cup on the table. Tears fell as she buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders bounced with the soft sobbing of overwhelming sorrow. I suppose it was just the flood of all those emotions stored up for the past five years. My thoughts raced, "God, it had been so long since I'd seen her and I really didn't know what to say, or what was on her mind." As I neared, she stayed seated but raised up her head, wrapping her arms around my waist and burying her tear-streaked face into my shirt. I stood there, cradling her head against my stomach and just let her cry it out. My hand stroked her hair as the sobbing lowered to a whimper, then slowed to an occasional sniffle. I pulled the nearby chair closer to her, turned it her direction and sat knee to knee with both of her hands in mine, her face lowered again. We sat there for a couple of minutes, still neither of us speaking as I allowed her to fully gain her composure. I offered a napkin from the table to dab at the remaining tears. Finally, after a deep single sigh, she raised her face and whispered "Thank you." I looked at her and saw a small smile begin to draw across her lips, and smiled back, nodding acknowledgement. I interrupted the silence, "You had me worried there for a minute." She forced a smile again and said "Yeah, a lot has happened." I listened as she told the details of the argument with the mother, her moving away and the experiences of life alone over the past five years. At 23, she was still cute and vibrant in a youthful way, but had also taken on a womanly beauty. She still had the long glowing amber hair. Her features were more defined and some of the girlish roundness was gone. But there was no doubt that she was becoming a beautiful young woman. As we sat and talked, I looked at her. Now lost in my own thoughts, and realized that something had been missing for the past five years. I enjoyed our relationship before. Somehow. I had closed off the hurt of missing her. Seeing her again now made me realize after all these years, that she had been an integral part of my life. Mandy interrupted my thoughts "Jay, can we do this again sometime?" "Um, sure...how long will you be here?" I asked. "I am 'home' now. It's time stop running and settle down." She was now fully composed and spoke purposefully about her desire to get her life back together. I could tell that she had been thinking about those words for some time and had made a deep commitment to fulfilling them. It was a good visit, healing for both of us. We talked about old family friends and good times in the past during lunch, trying to keep it light after the earlier pouring out of emotion. But, both of us could tell something painful was just below the surface. After lunch, we agreed to meet for coffee on Wednesday. Until then, Mandy would be busy looking for work, and finding a place to stay. She had some friends from before that still lived in town, and hoped to find one willing to share an apartment. We hugged and I walked her back to the hotel across the street. She hugged me again as we said our goodbye in the lobby. "What an unexpected and pleasant surprise," I thought.I replayed the events of the last two hours over in my mind during the walk to my car. Mid-way home, my mind and car took a detour through the old neighborhood. I stopped in front to the old house, misty eyed for a moment. After Julie died, I sold the house, moved across town to a three bedroom condo. I didn't need all the yard and extra space of a house, not to mention the haunting memories. I really loved Julie and had many good memories. Julie was a talented artist and passionate lover at times. It's just that the shortly before Mandy left, and into the following year, Julie kinda lost it. She wouldn't listen to my pleas and those of our family and close friends. Again I recalled, "What a waste of a potentially good life when someone ignores help and throws it all away." Although I moved, I kept in close contact with my family and friends during my mourning process of the next year or so. Friends would regularly invite me over for dinners and gatherings, hoping some single female there would pique my interest. But to no avail. Although our frequent and enjoyable visits continued, they accepted my decision graciously, recognizing that I had come to terms with life, and was content. At the office, my personal assistant and business associates were a great source of support and encouragement. I was financially secure and cut down my case load to half during this time, allowing me to work from home with necessary trips to the office for monthly meetings. They allowed me to work from home only on the condition that I would return to the office space if I started to withdraw. I had regular contact by telephone and e-mail, not to mention our passing conversations daily at the health club. Plus, there were frequent business dinners and golf trips with clients. They could tell I was doing fine. What was more interesting, is that I had a surge of creativity during this period. Call it focus or just re-channeling that extra energy, but either way, my working at home turned out to be a successful and permanent condition. I enjoyed decorating my condo and have decent taste, so as you might have guessed by now, it's far from a bachelor pad. My master suite is well furnished. My office is high-tech both for work and audio-visual entertainment. I have an inviting guest room for out-of town family and visitors. I return the invitations by having friends and business guests over often. It feels like a home. It's just that I live there alone. Wednesday morning came, and I met Mandy at the local Starbucks at 3PM for a mid-day break. We hugged and ordered or coffee, taking a small table in the corner by the window. She looked much better this time, dressed in her pin-striped business suit and white blouse. She had a familiar sparkle in her eye. She eagerly told me about the job prospects from the two interviews yesterday and one more this morning. There is no doubbt that she's a go-getter. Duirng our visit mady shared that she had earned her degree as a graphic artist while in college. She was a bright girl in high school, and I'm glad that she had at least applied herself scholastically over the past few years. Although personally, she had made some bad choices in relationships. She had allowed herself to be taken advantage of by some real losers. However, at twenty-three years old, college degree in a solid career field, and good looking, she was off to a good start in life again. And, starting with a clean slate in the relationship area. Mandy went on to tell about the various career prospects, and her new life so far. She was still staying at the hotel. Continuing with conversation, out of concern I asked "So, where have you been eating?" "Restaurant food is good, but only for a couple of days. It gets old really fast. Not to mention the guys hitting on a single woman at a table," she added with a snarled lip. "Well then, how about dinner with an old friend tonight. Me." "Really?" she lit up for a moment then said, "I know you have good taste, but I don't know if I can handle another restaurant." "Well, I'm sure we can find something to put together at the house. How about if you come over at 7PM. We'll keep it casual." I offered. Her face lit up again, signaling acceptance. We continued talking about her job prospects and finished our visit at nearly 4PM, walking together back to the hotel, as on Monday. I stopped on the way home and picked up an appetizer tray of meat and cheese, some chicken and fresh vegetables, along with a chilled bottle of wine. It took just a little while to wrap up some business on the computer and return a call before preparing for dinner. Before starting dinner, I stripped and hung up my suit, then stepped into a soothing shower. The water felt good as I closed my eyes and let it run over my head, washing away the day's concerns. I finshed, turned off the water, then toweled off. I was sensing the anticipation of the evening as waves of fresh air played across my body, causing a slight erection. "Where did that come from?" I wondered aloud. Then, splashed on some cologne as I continued to dress. I had a few minutes to relax before starting dinner. The table was set, sauce was on and the olive oil, chicken and vegetables were set out waiting to be sautéed in the skillet. Water was in the pot ready for the right time to start the fettuccini. I had just settled into the chair when I heard the doorbell. Mandy was standing there wearing a haltered but conservative sundress and sandals, hair loosely falling over her shoulders. She was cradling a plant with slender delicate hands. She was a vision of beauty. broad smile, white teeth and dreamy baby blue eyes. Her shoulders were tanned, smooth and looked moist and soft. I could just imagine her rubbing lotion across her shoulders and chest before dressing...My thoughts were interrupted. "Consider it a housewarming gift. Better late than never," she said as she placed it on the small table in the entry, then turned to offer a soft embrace. I could smell the perfume in her hair as she nuzzled her face under my chin. I invited her into the kitchen to check on the sauce first, then offered to give her the 5 cent tour. The condo has a kitchen and family room, with bedroom and bath on the main floor. My bedroom and office are on the second floor affording me the opportunity to go downstairs and 'get away from the office' whenever necessary. The master bedroom has a private balcony overlooking the river. The other residents are primarily business and professional singles which sets a comfortable atmosphere for me. I specifically selected the condo at this location, considering that if I was going to sell my house, I wanted to at least enjoy the luxury and comforts of home. "Make yourself at home" I said to Mandy. She did so, settling onto a nearby barstool viewing my gourmet activity in the kitchen. I stood at the end of the counter and admired her shapely legs. "Yes," I thought to myself, "It has been a long time since she has graced me with her presence." "Some guys golf for pleasure. I cook," I said playfully flipping a small slice of cheese her direction in order to get my thoughts back on track and out of the gutter. We made small talk and had a glass of wine while I prepared the rest of the dinner. It did my heart good to see her relax and be her old self again. It was nearly 8 before we finally took a seat at the table, but time was not a concern. The sun was setting and I lit a couple of candles to set a pleasant mood. We stayed away from the earlier conversation of the day, not avoiding topics, just recognizing that sometimes things have to come out in small doses to avoid being overwhelmed. After dinner, Mandy offered to do the dishes since I cooked. I told her I would have nothing of it, but would enjoy the help. We stood at the sink, shoulder to shoulder, just enjoying the time of closeness. It had been so long since I enjoyed the simple times together with her like this. I reached up to put the last item in the cabinet, turned back toward the counter and was met with a hug and a squeeze. Mandy held her arms around my waist, and I asked "Well little lady, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Mandy laid her head against my chest, shrugged her shoulders and said "Just because!" then gave another squeeze before letting her arms fall away. I suggested that we go outside to the downstairs patio and enjoy the last glimmers of twilight. Mandy followed and took a set beside me, kicking off her sandals and curling one foot under her leg. We sat shoulder to shoulder. Mandy scooted farther down into the cushioned chair and rested her head on my shoulder. We sat and talked about this and that, the sound and sights of birds in the distance over the river. Mandy reached up and slipped her hand under my elbow, surrounding my arm with her hands as conversation continued. Soon, I realized that she was asleep. I figured it must have been the comfort of company, the warm evening and the security of being near someone you love. It was nearing 11PM and I didn't want to disturb her but knew that she had to get back to the hotel. I could feel her softness and warmth, and smell the intoxicating perfume from before. "Mandy" I whispered, then repeated "Mandy. Wake up princess." She sighed deeply and partially opened her eyes. "Sorry. I fell asleep. The week really caught up with me," she smiled and hugged my arm tighter with her hands for emphasis. As she began to stand, she toppled, causing me to reach out for her instinctively. I slid my arms around her waist to keep her from falling to the pavement. My left hand was resting on her breast, and I didn't move it out of concern for her possibly falling. Mandy regained her balance as I held her and she explained that her leg fell asleep while curled under her. As she spoke I realized that I was still holding her close to me, with my hand still on her beast, and her face only inches away from mine. In that moment I studied her face in detail, noticing the changes and admiring her beauty. "Are you okay," I asked as she tested the weight on her foot. I held her steady until I was assured that she could stand. Mandy seemed a little embarrassed perhaps by her fall, and perhaps by our closeness. She stood straight and smoothed out her dress. I offered to drive her back to the hotel, and waited while she gathered her things. As we traveled she thanked me again for the dinner and the good company. During the ride I asked her if she was making any progress with finding a roommate. She said that her friends were all glad to see her. But they have all changed or are at a point in their lives where they want independence, and a place of their own. She was still looking, but planned to stay at the hotel for a little longer. When we arrived at the hotel, out of the blue, I offered "You know Mandy, we're not strangers and I have the extra room. You could stay for a while. " "No, Jay. I couldn't do that. I mean, you have your life and your work at home. I would be intruding." "I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it. Think about it. I mean it," I said with conviction. "Well... thanks, but I just couldn't. Something will open up for me,I hope" she said with uncertainty. Just as before, I walked Mandy to the elevator. She stopped, turned and hugged me, then looked up at me, holding her arms loosely around my waist. "Jay," she said, "Thank you for everything tonight. You were wonderful. You've always been there for me." She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, then hugged deeply again. As Mandy let go, I stood there in the lobby, watched her smile and wave before heading off to the elevator. That night as I lay in bed, as I drifted off to sleep I could still smell the faint aroma of her perfume lingering on my shoulder. "Sweet Dreams," I said to myself. Slow Burn-New Year **This story is entirely fiction. It is intended purely for entertainment purposes. All characters are over the age of 18** * New Years Eve has always been a magical mystical time. In years past, my wife Julie and I have enjoyed hiring a sitter for the kids and taking advantage of an evening away at local hotels, soaking up the lavish presentations designed to entice those who enjoy the choreographed revelry. And then afterward, pouring our intoxicated bodies into bed to have a good hot uninhibited fuck to start the New Year off right. This year was different. Our two kids Andy (19) and Leigh (18) were still living at home and attending college locally. Both kids worked as servers at Antonio's Steakhouse and had busy social lives in addition to their studies. Although though they worked together, they ran in different crowds. Leigh was the "artist" of the family attending a prestigious academy for the arts, majoring in voice and drama. She was the independent thinker, full of "shock talk", which was really harmless but very entertaining. She would wear long paisley skirts, peasant tops (braless of course) and letting her long naturally curly honey-blonde hair flow in the wind. She reminded me of a throwback the hippie days of my generation, or the bohemian of an even earlier generation. In spite of the outward appearances, she was a sweet kid inside, just wanting to express herself. Andy on the other hand tended to be a little anal, which is putting it mildly. Clean-cut hard working kid, good grades at school and always dressed neat. He was borderline neat freak. You know the kind, a place for everything and everything its place. As a parent, I couldn't be more pleased, but we did wish that he would loosen up a bit. Working at the restaurant had been good in that regard. His crew was very diverse, both in age and interest. Some were straight, some gay, others into a variety of lifestyles. You know, it wasn't that I really wanted for him to stray too far off course, but it was a good experience, denting and scratching some of the perfect edges of his tailored immaculate personality. Speaking of Andy, only a couple of years earlier when he was well into adolescence, he seemed only moderately interested in girls. Not to the extent that we were really concerned, but as Julie put it, he had an arrested social development. Perhaps it had something to do with the level of responsibility we had instilled in him to do a good job at whatever he pursued. He was really focused in his studies and work. Or maybe he was just a little shy around the girls, not quite adept at getting things started. At home around his mom was a different story. It seemed that each step in the development was tested on Julie before he felt the confidence to pursue it outside with girls his own age. I suppose that too is normal to an extent. But what really got my attention was the lingering puppy love towards Julie even up until his senior year of high school. I suppose every boy, including myself, falls in love with their mother. Usually this happens around the age of five or six, and suddenly she just becomes mom by the time he is about ten. Then there are the awkward years of squeaky voice and facial peach fuzz, and wet dreams. Most boys try to forget this often times embarrassing time in their life. Andy started about the expected time, but it seemed to evolve into an adolescent puppy love continuing through junior high and unexpectedly into high school. You know, the kind that normally happens during the freshman year of high school when you see "that senior girl" on the bus that has blossomed into a young woman and captures the young mans attention, much to the dismay of his mom. The guys are enamored and can't think of anything else. Andy's slow evolution was harmless and we tried to encourage his social development, knowing that sooner or later he would focus his attention on some young girl. We were relieved with the exposure and opportunities that were presented with his workplace and college life. I know that every parent "loves" all of their children as is the case at our house. Equally stated, each parent always has a child that for some reason is their favorite. It just happens; such was the case with Julie and Andy. Julie had an easy child birth with Andy. He was breastfed, and after he was on food, continued daily breastfeeding once nearly every evening until he was seven. It wasn't odd, just a ritual and bonding period for mother and child. Leigh on the other hand had a rough infancy and it was necessary to bottle feed her because of the inconsistent feeding times associated with her condition. I would feed Leigh while Julie tended to Andy, which would probably account for our close relationship in addition to the typical father/daughter bonding one might expect. Getting back to New Years Eve: Julie and I had planned a romantic evening at home together, dinner wine, fireplace and champagne at midnight. Leigh was away for the holiday at a ski resort with a girlfriend and her family. Andy was working until 9PM and then planned to spend time out with friends. We really did not expect to see him until late the next morning. Julie and I slipped into comfortable lounging attire before dinner, my silk pajamas and her sexy lace and satin nightgown and sheer robe. We leisurely enjoyed a bottle of wine, then the grilled salmon dinner. After dinner, we moved to the living room to savor a little more wine and play games, a favorite pastime, in front of the roaring fire counting down the hours until midnight. I had an ample supply of firewood stored inside, anticipating the midnight countdown, and did not want to go out to the snow covered yard for more wood. By about 11pm we were feeling the warming effects of the fire and the alcohol. Julie removed her robe and settled onto the carpet in front of the crackling fire. I turned down the lights and brought out some of the special liquors purchased just for the evening. I mixed a pitcher of our favorite vodka martinis and took a place beside her. We were talking intimately, sipping and staring off into the fire when I heard the door open downstairs. Andy appeared at the top of the stairs and stopped with a look of uncertainty, not wanting to interrupt our time. We called him over and he took a seat on the floor on the other side of Julie. She was comfortably reclined on her side, propped up on her elbow facing me. Her nightgowns were commonplace around the kids, and at their age we never gave it a second thought. From my vantage point I could enjoy the swell of her breasts and enticing cleavage. Andy leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She circled her free hand around his neck and let it slide back down to her hip when Andy sat back again behind her. Andy said that his friends wanted to party a little too much for his style and he left because things were getting out of control. He apologized for interrupting our time, but it really wasn't an imposition. Andy is really good company, funny and so easy to visit with. It was apparent that Andy had already enjoyed some alcohol and was feeling pretty good, but still maintaining. It was time to fill our glasses, so I got up and suggested that Andy get out of his winter clothes and into something more comfortable if he wanted to spend some time with us by the fire. I grabbed another glass for Andy, filled it along with ours and returned to take my place next to Julie. Andy returned wearing his trademark boxers, and again took the position on the other side of Julie. Andy shared more about his evening, and based on what he said, his leaving was a good thing. Talk moved to our hopes and dreams for the coming year, now only minutes away. Andy stood to retrieve the champagne bottle from the refrigerator, and from my view, I observed a bigger than normal bulge in his boxers. Andy was apparently oblivious to the change and returned seemingly unaware of the increasing bulge, now clearly evident to Julie. Her eyebrows raised and eyes widened when she looked at him, then to me and back to him again. Andy sat down behind Julie, and her eyes widened again as her lips silently mouthed "wow". I smirked in reply and shrugged my shoulders as Andy, unaware of our exchange, removed the cork from the champagne bottle. Julie rose up to a seated position and pulled the thin shoulder straps to only moderately rearrange the fabric covering her beasts. Champagne was poured and ready. Just as the clock struck midnight, we all toasted and raised our glasses to the New Year in the glow of the fire. Julie turned my direction and kissed me full on the lips to seal her wish for a happy new year. She likewise turned to Andy and kissed him on the lips. The room was eerily silent and unexpectedly full of sexual tension when she finished her kiss. We again raised our glasses and then finished off the champagne, wondering if the alcohol and the moment was the cause for the arousal. I stood to stir the fire. Julie leaned forward to take a lay on her stomach, now propped on both elbows and facing the radiant embers. Her position with the thin fabric gaping away from her chest offered a full view of her breasts. We thought nothing of it in the dimly lit room. Her eyes were closed and she was enjoying the heat on her face as one would the sun on a hot summer's day. Andy and I both took a position on either side of her, likewise similarly propped on our elbows facing the fire. Talk was sporadic and it was clear that we were enjoying a good slow intoxication. We were talking about the moment, and of what others might be doing downtown on this New Years Eve. She said that she had her two favorite men in the world with her, so who would want for anything more. With that, Julie placed her glass on the hearth and rolled over onto her back. Andy and I rolled on our sides to face her. With both hands at her sides, she took our hands and kissed them, then held them onto the fire warmed skin of her chest. The fabric of her nightgown was now pulled down to where the ridge of her nipples were evident but barely concealed. The lower edge was positioned mid thigh exposing her long shapely legs. Julie cradled our hands with her eyes closed, sighed deeply then lowered my hand and Andy's, one onto each breast and held them into the soft fullness. It seemed so surreal but so natural to have us both touching her. I leaned over to kiss her on the lips, and as I did, her hand moved to my balls. Her wet tongue slipped between my lips seeking out my own and danced across the tip before retreating back to her still parted lips. As I rose, Andy leaned forward to kiss her, his hand now cupping and caressing her breast over the silky fabric. As they held their kiss, Julies hand found its way into the fold of my pajamas, surrounding my now very hard penis. With her other free hand she circled Andy's neck and pulled his head down, sliding away the fabric and revealing her left breast to him completely. Andy, as if knowing what she wanted, placed his lips on her breast and suckled at her nipple. Her hand moved to the back of his head, fingers splayed across his hair. Julie, still holding the shaft of my penis pulled me closer to her face, extended a glistening tongue to lick the now exposed head. She released her hand and licked the entire shaft. Julie turned and gently guided Andy's face away from her breast and back into a seated position, his boxers down and penis free, hovering on the other side of her face. Sensing her desire, I moved down to kiss her wet pussy, something she enjoys so much. She reached around and pushed on Andy's butt, guiding him forward into her mouth. She took him fully, and then allowed her lips to retreat to the tip before engulfing him again. Julie continued by stroking, licking and sucking on Andy until he shuddered and came into her mouth. Julie's hips bucked wildly as she enjoyed her own orgasm, allowing some of Andy's cum to spill from her mouth. Andy and I changed positions with her encouragement, although no encouragement was really needed. Julie took me into her mouth again and Andy knelt between her thighs, his youthful penis still retaining the solid erection. Andy eased his penis into her and I heard a slight intake and gasp. Julie continued to moan with a clearly fulfilling level of pleasure as she sucked on me while having Andy inside her. She started to squeal with the onset of another orgasm just as I began to spill into her mouth. She stroked me madly directing the remaining cum onto her face and chest. Andy continued slamming his hips into her, matching the bucking movement and groaned as he too had his second orgasm, this time in his mother's pussy. After Andy came, we all collapsed into a heap on the carpeted floor. Three sweaty heaving bodies intertwined, with the smell our sex hanging thick in the air. We lay together gently stroking the naked flesh of the other for a time. A deep breath and a sigh from Julie was the first audible sign from anyone. She got up and made her way to the bathroom. Andy and I sat up and silently stared off into the final embers of what had been a roaring fire. Although no flame was visible, we could still feel the residual heat. Julie returned refreshed and naked, and took her position between Andy and I with her arms extended around our waists. Her long hair was falling softly on our shoulders, the sides of her body melded into both of ours. We savored the moment, the afterglow of the fire, and the afterglow of our lovemaking in the purest form. As the last ember of the first fire of our new year faded, Andy, Julie and I walked together to our bed for a long winters nap.