14 comments/ 52123 views/ 84 favorites The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 01 By: QuidProQuo77 This is my first story on Literotica. Thanks to my coach, Carnevil9! James wants to marry his girlfriend Katie. His Momma thinks Katie's not good enough, and challenges her to a 7-day long contest, the prize being possession of her son's heart (and other parts)! ***** Tuesday, May 23 "It's a mistake, James. No way will Momma accept it. Just elope and be done with it." My twin sister Jennifer looked across the table at me, her soup steaming in front of her. We had met for lunch at a local café. Jen has always been my best friend and confidant, so of course I had to ask her advice about my recent engagement to my girlfriend Katie Farmer. Our momma Toni Barnett had raised us alone from the age of 3 after our daddy Eddie Barnett took off; she was no more than a child herself because they eloped when she got pregnant at 14. Many times Jennifer and I had to fend for ourselves while Momma worked. We were a team. Jennifer and I are twins, 22 years old. I'm brown-haired, fair skinned, slim and 6' tall like my daddy. Jennifer is also fair skinned, but 5' 7"tall with more of a solid build and red-haired with freckles like our Momma, who's 36. (Not fat, just solid, about 160 pounds.) Both had C-cup boobs. Jennifer looks so much like Momma that one time her boyfriend Scott, snuck into the kitchen where Momma was doing dishes and grabbed her from behind, his hands holding her boobs while rubbing his crotch against her butt. Boy, there were two red faces when he discovered his mistake. Jennifer dumped him right after that. Momma confided in me that she had half a mind to call Scott herself, as she had actually enjoyed it. I don't know if she ever did, but we never saw him again. "Come on, Jenny. It would be disrespectful not to ask Mom for her blessing. Plus, she'd go ballistic if we eloped! That's what she and Daddy did!"" I was surprised at my sister's response. "Look, James, we both love her so much, but I'm telling you Momma won't go for it. You and she are just tied too strong. You've always been her favorite, probably because you remind her so much of Daddy." I couldn't argue with Jen. Momma had unconsciously made it clear in many little ways, and one time in a big way! Sometimes I'd see her looking at me in a dreamy way, a funny look on her face. She never got over the devastation of Daddy leaving her. When I was 18, Momma learned he'd remarried and she went on a 3-day bender, drunk for three days straight. On the third night, unbeknownst to me she mistakenly crawled into my bed. When I walked into the room she spoke to me as if I was Daddy. "Come here, Eddie," she slurred, "I wanna suck your cock." She reached for me, trying to pull my pants down, but was so drunk she ended up falling out of bed. She was mostly dead weight, so picking her up to put her back in bed meant a lot of bodily contact. Her tits came completely out of her nightgown, and I got handful of ass and boobs as well as a good look at her luscious huge nipples. My cock became involuntarily hard, springing out of my pajama bottoms. Like a blind squirrel finding an acorn in the forest, her hand found it. She giggled. "See? You still want me, you fucking bastard!" Drunk people can be quite strong. With her other hand she pulled me off-balance so I landed on top of her. Her breath smelling of whiskey, she whispered in my ear as she rubbed her crotch against mine. "Come on baby, my pussy's still hot." My mind was saying "No" but my overly-stimulated 18-year-old cock was saying "Yes." She put her lips on mind and her tongue in my mouth, so with conflicting emotions I proceeded to dry hump her. Being 18 and incredibly horny, I shot my wad on the crotch of her nightgown in about 20 seconds. By then she was passed out cold, so I got up and slept on the couch. When she sobered up, she asked me, "Jimmy, when I was drunk I had the funniest dream. I dreamt your Daddy came back. I mean I think it was a dream, but it was so real. Did I do anything funny while I was drunk?" I told her all she did was cry in her sleep, (which she did later), but assured her nothing more. "Thanks, baby," she replied. "You were always such a sweet and good boy, and you've turned into a good and handsome man." Months later, while I was helping with the laundry when she had the flu I found her nightgown with my dried cumstain stain intact, folded up neatly in her bottom dresser drawer. I sniffed it and immediately got hard knowing it was there, and unwashed as well. I was daydreaming about that incident when my sister's voice broke my reverie. "James, are you listening to me?" I blinked back into reality. "Sorry, Jen. Go ahead, I'm listening." "The other thing is that your little Katie is extremely hard-headed, just like Momma. I look like Momma and all, sure, but personality-wise those two are practically twins. They'll butt heads from the get-go. Go buy a helmet, 'cause you're going to be the filling in a brick sandwich when they go at it. If you want to do this, you'd better prepare yourself for a hell of a battle." I thanked her for her advice and she went to pick up her kids in kindergarten while I went back to my job as a mechanic at a bike store. Little did I know how accurate her prediction was, but I was soon to find out. Sunday May 28th My fiancée Katie is 5'1" and long blonde hair, with a tiny skinny body and disproportionately large D-cup boobs. She works at DreamKleen, the dry cleaners next door to The Country Pedaler, which is the bike shop where I work. I could just wash my work coveralls like any ordinary mechanic, but started taking them to be dry-cleaned when I saw the cute girl behind the counter. We struck up a conversation one day, started dating, next thing you know a year later we're engaged. Katie is very religious, however, so we haven't actually fucked - she's been saving herself for marriage. But she has no objection to us making out and me playing with her titties, so we do that a lot. I just have to jack off to relieve myself after I get back to my apartment. We have modest plans - I want to eventually buy into the bike shop where I work, and Katie is going to State College to finish her nursing degree, so she's in no hurry to have kids. I'm cool with that, although as an uncle I really enjoy spending time with my sister Jennifer's twins. (Twins run in our family.) Sometimes, it makes me want to have my own sooner rather than later. Katie and I went to Mom's house for dinner. Immediately, I could sense a coolness between them. They were civil, but in that kind of way that masks underlying hostility. Dinner was great, Mom can really cook, and Katie had brought a really tasty gourmet salad. Typically I'm a what-beer's-on-sale guy, but because it was a special occasion, I had brought three bottles of what was, for me, an expensive red wine - $25 a bottle! The three of us were two bottles into the meal when, after clearing away the dishes, I broached the topic. "Momma, Katie and I wanted to get together with you to let you know we're engaged. It's kind of old-fashioned, but we want your blessing." Momma looked at us, and said one word: "Bullshit." Katie and I looked at each other, shocked. "Momma," I said, "we're not kidding. We want to get married." Momma opened up the third bottle and poured herself a huge glass, then downed half of it. "I know you're not kidding, James. But the idea of you marrying this little gold-digger is what's bullshit. Once she's got her hooks in you, you'll be screwed. She's not right for you, and you'll end up miserable. I won't stand for it." Katie and I sat there stunned. Jennifer tried to warn me, but I was still taken aback at the vehemence of my mother's objections. Katie recovered first. "Why you dried-up old bitch," she retorted. "I'm no slutty gold-digger, I'm just a student trying to become a nurse." Momma fired back, "James has worked his ass off to build his reputation and save up money to buy a partnership in the Country Pedaler. You, meanwhile, work a part-time job with no benefits in a dry cleaners and have nothing except the clothes in your closet. You forget I'm friends with your boss Maria at DreamKleen. She gave me the lowdown - you're no slut, I will grant you that, but you DO have a car loan for $14,000, $11,000 in credit card debt, and $25,000 in student loans at the moment. The minute you and my boy get married that $50 thousand becomes HIS debt as well, and it will flat out kill his dreams." I looked at Katie in shock. I was so in love I had never thought to discuss finances, and had no idea how much debt she carried. To afford to buy into the bike shop I had been very frugal, and had saved as much as I could of my salary. I had only one credit card which I paid off every month to avoid finance charges! "Is this true, Katie?" Katie had a look on her face like she had just been shot. "Well, yes, babe, b-b-but after we're married I was going take a second job to pay off my car and my credit card debt. And no more spending! I'm going to cut up my credit cards, I swear!" Now I was skeptical. "How can you work two jobs, study, and go to school? You'll never sleep!" Since I began to participate, Momma had gone strangely quiet. She did surreptitiously refill Katie's wine glass, however. Katie seemed not to notice and kept drinking. Katie's eyes were beginning to tear up. "I know people that done it," she said in a pleading tone. I noticed her grammar was slipping and she was starting to slur her words. "Please babe, I'll work my ass off and still be the besht wife in the world for you. I'll cook and clean and do laundry and all that fucking shit!" Katie took another big gulp of her wine. "I'll do ANYTHING for you, I shwear! Anything!" An idea formed in my mind. If I was going to marry this girl, I wanted to get the measure of her resolve. Since she was well on her way to being drunk, it seemed like a good time to test the waters. "OK, Katie, let's see if you mean that," I said. Katie smiled, and hope began to shine in her eyes. "You've played the innocent religious virgin ever since we've started dating. I want to see how good of a fuck you'll be as my wife. I want your cherry. I don't want to wait until our wedding night." Katie's face lit up. "Ohhhh, YESH darling!" she gushed. She reached across and took my hand, kissing it - I suspect it was because she was too drunk to get on her feet at this point. My Momma spoke like a machine gun, her fury rising. "Not so damned fast, little missy. You think that's IT? All you have to do is give up your pussy and $50,000 in debt goes AWAY? To hell with that! Let's make it a REAL challenge. You think you have what it takes, to give James everything he wants to make him happy?" Katie drunkenly blurted out, "Oh, fuck yesh! I'll give myself to him, body and soul!" She shook her big tits at me lasciviously to emphasize her point. Momma retorted, "Again I say 'bullshit'! He can get anything he wants here at home, and more. In fact, I challenge you to see who can make him happier for seven days." I was stunned, not knowing what to say. I suspected my sister had warned Momma ahead of time, as it was obvious my mother had really thought this out. With the amount of wine she had been drinking, no way could this have been improvised. I was curious as hell as to what other tricks she had up her sleeve. Katie, now confident her pussy would win out, shot back, "OK you old hag, you're on!" Wrong thing to say to Momma. "Old hag? You little shit, I'm only 36. I got plenty of gas left in my tank. But not so fast - there's one more condition. Are you taking birth control pills?" Another curveball from Momma. Puzzled, Katie stammered, "N-n-no, I'm really a virgin." "Good. When did your last period start?" This seemed to be an odd question, but I felt stirrings in my crotch as to where it was going. Katie took a second and counted on her fingers before replying. "Sunday the 14th." All business now, Momma responded, "That works out nicely. Mine started the 13th, and today's the 28th, so both of us should be very fertile right now. Here's the extra-credit portion of the quiz, sweet cheeks. Whatever we do to make James happy, there will be no birth control pills, no condom, nothing. If you really want him, you take the risk of ending up alone and pregnant with a shitload of debt and no way to finish school if you lose. If you really want him more than anything, you'll take that risk." Jennifer was right when she said Momma and Katie were emotionally matched - although the wine was definitely impairing her ability to think rationally I was impressed as Katie fought back and demanded, "OK, so maybe I get pregnant and all that other shit. What about you? What's YOUR risk?" What Momma said next floored me. Narrowing her eyes, she replied in a low voice that was almost threatening. "Like I said, we're both fertile. What exactly did you think I'm going to do with him for 7 days, sew his socks, plant flowers and bake cookies? Same risk - being alone and pregnant." The meaning of what Momma said took a bit to sink in. Katie looked to be in a drunken state of shock, while Momma sat there looking very self-satisfied. There was no doubt in my mind she had thought this out for days, and was planning on winning. And me? I was certainly stunned, but the shock wore off as my cock started getting really hard at the implications of two beautiful hot women trying to outdo each other sexually, with me as the grand prize! Daaaaaaamn! Momma continued, "Listen up you dumb big-titted tramp, the rules are simple enough even you should be able to understand them. We'll start tomorrow the 29th. During the week, James gets off work at 5. He'll reach either my house or your apartment by 5:30pm. There will be two shifts of six and a half hours, unless his royal highness here wants to stay longer or, in your pathetic case I'm guessing he'll want to leave after a few minutes. First shift will be 5:30pm to midnight. Second shift runs until 6:30am, which gives him an hour to get ready before he leaves for work if he can walk, although when I'm through with him it probably be difficult." She openly leered at me and licked her lips after that last sentence. I thought my cock was already hard, but that look got it harder. "On Saturday and Sunday, first shift starts at 7:30am and second starts at 7:30pm." She stopped talking and drained the rest of her wine glass. She took a deep breath and continued. "Which of us gets him first Monday night will be decided by a draw of the cards; every night thereafter he'll start with whichever of us pleased him more the night before. Monday morning June 5th at 6:30am, whoever has the most firsts and has pleased him the most will be the winner. So that's it. Do you understand the contest rules, or is it too much for your widdle tiny bimbo brain?" Now in an alcohol-fueled fog, Katie was not as quick to recover her wits as she had been. The situation that was overwhelming her. On the edge of crying, she looked at me teary-eyed and begged, panic stricken, "JAMES! Please! She can't be serious! You love me! Please don't let this happen - it's not only disgusting, it's sinful! Tell her there's no way you're agreeing to this contest!" The pleading sound in her voice only made me hornier. I leaned back in my chair and gave her my hardest stare. 'Katie, if you think Toni Barnett isn't serious, you don't know my momma. This is not the wine talking, it's her. She may have dropped out of high school, but she's one of the smartest women in town. As well as one of the sexiest." When I said that, I saw Momma's eyes light up in delight. I couldn't tell if she was not expecting my positive response, or truly hoping for it. "As for me not agreeing to it," I said as my eyes were narrowing, "I DO agree to it. In fact, I think it's pure genius. $50,000 is a lot of debt. So you either agree to the contest and the risks, or we're through." I waited, thinking Katie's bluff had been called and expected her to give up and dump me. It was like in the movie "High Noon" - the only sound was the ticking of the kitchen clock. Katie's head was hung low, almost as if she was admitting defeat. After a few seconds (that seemed like hours), she suddenly raised her head, grabbed her wine glass and drained it. Looking straight into my eyes, she spoke to my Momma; "You're on, you dried-up old twat. James is going to be all mine." Momma slapped a deck of cards on the table between the two of them. "Pick a card." Katie took the top card. Momma cut the deck and took one from the middle. Silently, they flipped cards over simultaneously. Momma's was the deuce of clubs. Katie's was the queen of hearts. Katie staggered to her feet and planted a wine-soaked kiss on my forehead. "See you tomorrow at 5:30, lover", she announced, defiantly glaring at Momma. "Better take your vitamins, James. You're going to need them." At that, she staggered out the door. To paraphrase Sherlock Holmes, "The game was afoot!" The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 02 The first day of the challenge to win James' heart. Don't expect Momma to play by the rules... Monday May 29th, 1:15pm I was preparing a new fixed-gear single-speed bike, (otherwise known as a "fixie"), for delivery. It's called that because the gears are fixed - the drivetrain has no freewheel mechanism. It's extremely simple - the chainwheel moves, the chain moves, your legs move. Myself, I think fixies make no sense unless you have massive moose thighs, but some people just love 'em. My boss, Roger Layton, had stepped out to lunch, so when I heard the bell on the door jingle I went out to the showroom to help the customer. Lo and behold, it was Momma. Her hair was tied back, she was wearing a tight white V-necked T-shirt that said 'They're Real, and They're Fabulous' on the front, tight jeans and cowboy boots. As I walked up to her she turned the lock on the front door and flipped the "Open" sign to "Closed". I was afraid I already knew the answer, but I had to ask, "Momma, what are you doing here?" She sidled up next to me, and began rubbing herself on me like a housecat in the mood for attention. "Now since when do I need permission to come and see my only son?" Her hand brushed across the crotch of my coveralls and she smiled seductively. "Your boss is out, how about you take me back into the shop so you can show me your toolbox?" Standing on tiptoe she brushed her lips across mine, and whispered in my ear. "I'd really like a personal tour, and I'll make it worth your while." She turned me around and gave me a light shove towards the workshop entrance. "Now, Momma," I protested, "the challenge doesn't start until 5:30pm tonight! Besides, Roger will be back any minute." "No, he won't. I saw him today while he was standing in line waiting for his sandwich at the deli. I told him I had a ticket to the matinee showing of that that new superhero movie at the Cineplex, but it turned out couldn't use it and offered it to him. I'm sure he's sitting there right now, munching his popcorn and enjoying his superheroes like a good little boy." We passed through the workshop entrance, which was one of those old swinging kitchen doors with a porthole in it. Just to the left was Roger's desk, covered with files dating back to when he opened the shop in 1998. I had somehow managed to drag Roger into the 21st century; in the middle of the piles of files was the monitor for a desktop computer I had given him for Christmas. The desk had another Christmas gift I gave him: a 5-wheeled pedestal executive leather chair with all the ergonomic adjustments. It was big and comfy and Momma pushed me right down in it. In a flash she was on her knees with the fly to my coveralls undone, sucking furiously on my cock. Any protest I was trying to make about her being unfair to Katie somehow died in my throat. I lay my head back as she sucked, licked, and caressed my cock and ball sack. "Just think," she said in between slurps, "If I win, I can be your little whore. You can brag to your friends about what a good little cocksucker I am. You could even bring them home, they can watch while I suck you, or I can suck them too. I can suck a lot of cock. I'll do anything for you, James." My head was close to exploding from pleasure. She took her mouth off me and continued her dirty dialogue as she stroked. But if she thought I liked it...well, it turns out she was right! "I had a date last week. I was sucking this guy and I told him my son was bigger." Her hand was going up and down my slick cock in a frenzy, and I was drawing close to my release. "I thought he would freak out and leave, but it made him hornier, more competitive, he ended up fucking me really hard, asking who was better now. I lied and told him he was, but tonight I'll be able to really compare notes and find out, won't I?" Instead of answering, I groaned loudly and shot my load. It flew across the room, landed perfectly on the seat and spokes of the fixie bike I was getting ready for delivery at 2:00pm. Wearing a huge smile now, Momma rubbed my cock across her face. "You liked that. You'll see how good I can be tonight, won't you?" Oh NO! The fixie! Panicked, I pushed her to the ground, got to my feet and zipped up. "Damn it, Momma! I had this bike almost ready to go, now I have ten minutes to clean my cum off the seat before the guy gets here! GET OUT!" The more I thought about it, the madder I got. Turning away from her, I set myself to cleaning up the bike, deliberately ignoring Momma. I heard the bell on the door jingle, and she was gone. Monday, 5:30pm Thanks to Momma's visit I got off work a little late, so it was 5:48pm when I tapped on Katie's door, still dressed in my work clothes: sneakers and coveralls with my name ("James") over the left front pocket. The door opened, and there stood my vision of loveliness. "You're late, darling" she said, standing up on tiptoe to demurely kiss my cheek, "but you're the boss, so it's OK. I've just been on needles and pins waiting for you." "I'm sorry I kept you waiting my love," I told her as I hugged her, catching the sweet light scent of her soap that I loved. "Let me go change clothes." I took my messenger bag into the bathroom and changed into some dark blue slacks and a light grey dress shirt, and swapped my sneakers for some casual brown loafers. "You clean up nicely," she said, smiling as I came out. Taking her hands in mine, I stepped back and looked her up and down. Her beauty took my breath away. She was the essence of innocence. She was wearing very subtle makeup, her bright red lipstick the only thing that hinted at something not so innocent. Her shoulder-length dishwater blonde hair was now trimmed fashionably, and she had added bright blonde highlights that shimmered in the light, a white bow perched enticingly above her right ear. She was wearing a pretty summer dress, knee-length, yellow with small white polka-dots. The button-down front of the dress tightly clung to the curve of her big breasts, but the high neckline kept things demure, not a hint of the sweet cleavage beneath. The elasticized waist pulled the line of the dress back against her thin body, accenting the swell of her breasts from underneath. From her knees on down, silky smooth legs led to feet encased in dress sandals with demure 1" heels and two white leather straps with buckle closures. Her recently-pedicured feet were perfect, her toenails glistening with innocent clear polish. She was an angel, all she needed was wings. On the table was a meal fit for a king. "I hope you like it because tonight I want you to see how I'll cook as your wife." As I sat down, she unfolded a fancy cloth napkin and laid it in my lap. Was it an accident that this chaste little angel brushed the back of her hand against my cock when she laid the napkin down? "Katie, this all looks fantastic!" I exclaimed. And it was: chopped Italian style salad, lobster bisque, and perfectly prepared NY strip steak, slightly pink in the middle, just how I like it. We sat and ate quietly, me savoring each morsel. Katie seemed nervous and only picked at her food, but after I finished and genuinely praised her culinary skills, she started to relax. After we finished eating dinner, Katie went into the kitchen and brought out two tall fluted glasses and a bottle of sparkling wine. Putting them next to each other on the table, she poured a small amount of champagne into each glass, let the froth settle for a moment, then filled them both three-quarters full. She looked into my eyes as she raised the glass so I could take it. "I wanted everything perfect tonight. I even read an etiquette book on how to pour champagne, darling. I love you so much." "And I love you, sweetie. Although I didn't show it, when Momma challenged you I was scared you'd back down and I'd lose you. I can't tell you how proud I am of you and your courage." My little blonde angel looked down and blushed. Her eyes started to tear up, which I found, um, stimulating. (I've since found the condition is called dacryphilia - sexual arousal from crying or tears - and yeah, I have it!) I stood and went over to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. She smelled enticingly of soap and spices, and it was all I could do not throw her on the floor and take her. "Please don't cry, sweetie, you'll ruin your make up." She wiped her pretty eyes with her hand, and regained her composure. "I'm sorry, James, this whole thing is kind of overwhelming. I just really really love you, and I don't want to lose you." I felt the same way, but I didn't want to tell her in case she ended up losing the challenge. It would make the heartache worse. "I know it's hard sweetie, but hang in there." I hated myself for saying that, it sounded so trite. But there was one other thing that I had to ask that was bothering me. "Baby, you look amazing and this meal was off the hook, but what about your spending? I mean, this stuff was not cheap, and your debt was one of the reasons why we're doing this." I thought that question would throw cold water on the evening, and I might end up back in Momma's arms a few hours ahead of schedule. Instead, a teasing smile came over her face. "I did charge some stuff to get ready for this week," she said in a teasing low voice, "but I'm sure you can understand how they were necessary investments." Her hand crept up to the front of her blouse and unbuttoned the top three buttons, revealing some delicious-looking cleavage. "But now I have something for you. Reach in there and see what you find." I gingerly put my fingers down in between those luscious mounds, and to my surprise I felt a small envelope. I gently eased it out - it was about 2" x 3" - the kind you get gift cards in. "Go ahead, open it." I did, and inside were pieces of her cut-up credit cards. I felt her hand reach down to caress my cock through my pants. "No more credit cards until I get my debt paid off. I swear." I dropped the envelope and swept her into my arms, kissing her deeply. I wanted this woman, and I wanted her now. I pressed my hardening crotch into hers and squeezed her ass as we kissed. She melted into our embrace for a moment, but then pushed away from me gently. "Wait here. I'm going into the bedroom for a second. This is a special moment for me, and I want it to be perfect for both of us." She turned and headed into the bedroom. I uttered "Katie, I love you so much." It just slipped out - I was overwhelmed with emotion and raw physical desire. She looked back at me and smiled. "I know," she whispered, and winked. In a few minutes (that seemed like hours - why does time slow down when you're horny?) she called out "I'm ready for you, James." I was in that bedroom in two steps. It was dim, lit only by four or five candles around the perimeter. Rose petals were sprinkled here and there, mostly on the white bedspread. And there she was, sitting up against the headboard, wearing a long fluffy white robe tied at the waist by a matching belt. She was modestly covered up from her neckline to her ankles, only the curves of her significant bust line giving a hint at the pleasures beneath. I was lost for speech as I stared in wonder at the beauty before me. At that moment, Momma's lips on my cock earlier became a fading memory. She spoke softly, gently, in a voice that made me weak in the knees. "We're not married yet, but to me this is our wedding night. You're my first, James, and I'll always be your woman whether you marry me or not." I walked over to the side of the bed, bent over and pressed my lips to hers. I lightly touched the fingertips of my right hand her face. It was all I could do now to keep my balance and breathe. "Why, James! I'm the one who's becoming a woman tonight, I should be the one trembling. What does this mean?" She was blushing, but at her modesty or my own I wasn't sure. I found my voice again. "It means I've never seen any woman anywhere that I wanted more than I want you now, Katie Farmer." I held out my hand. "Take my hand, I want you to see something." She held my hand, and I helped her onto her feet and led her to the full-length mirrored door of her closet. "Stand here, and don't move," I told her. "Keep your hands and arms at your sides until I say otherwise. Look straight ahead at yourself. Do not look at me, do not make eye contact, do you understand?" "Yes, James," she responded. I leaned forward, inhaled her scent again and lightly kissed her neck. "Whose beautiful neck is this?" "Yours, my love," she answered softly, giggling. I reached around and undid the belt knot, sliding the robe off her shoulders exposing her upper back. She held the front of the robe in place over her marvelous breasts. I kissed the skin over each shoulder blade. "You're such an angel, I'm guessing you'll be sprouting wings here. Whose beautiful shoulder blades are these?" "Yours, my love," she answered again. Gently, I pulled the robe down so it lay like a wreath at her feet. She was fully nude now, but I dared not look, concentrating instead on the heavenly skin in front of me. I placed light kisses in the hollow at the small of her back, then covered her ass cheeks with a few light kisses as well. I could feel her trembling slightly now. "Whose tiny ass cheeks are these?" "Yours as well, my sweet love." Ever so gently, I parted her ass cheeks. I kissed the crevasse there, even planting one on her tiny bunghole. She gasped at that. "Whose little rosebud is this?" Her knees were noticeably quivering now. "Yours," she answered in a quavering tone. I removed my clothes and shoes now so I was totally naked. Moving around in front of her, I saw her completely naked for the first time. My head felt ready to explode. My cock, too. I knelt down and kissed each toe, then each knee, then alternated a left and right series of kisses upward between her thighs. "Whose tiny toes are these? Whose incredible knees and thighs are these?" "James, I'm feeling weak, I may fall." "Don't worry, my love. I'll be here to catch you. Answer the questions please." "All are yours, my love. All of me." With my face now at the top of her thighs, I caught the tangy scent of her womanly juices. I leaned in and worked my lips past her outer labia into her moist pussy. I placed a kiss on her wet inner lips. "Ahhh, James!" she gasped. "Whose little wet kitty is this?" "Yours, please, take me now my love!" "Not so fast, Miss Farmer." I stood up and took a breast in each hand, kissing each nipple. My eyes open now, I could see her struggling to keep her hands and arms at her sides instead of throwing them around me. "And whose luscious tits are these?" "Yours," she whimpered. Again, tears. Whether from excitement or anxiety, I wasn't sure, but I liked it. Very much. Taking her chin in my hand, I tilted her face towards me and give her a soft kiss on those tempting lips. "Whose luscious lips are these?" This time, her arms flew up and wrapped themselves around my neck, the kiss becoming deep and passionate. "Please, James. Take me now! I want you so much!" I picked her up and laid her gently down on the bedspread. Remembering there would be blood, I quickly a grabbed a white towel from the bathroom, and tucked it under her sweet bottom. Moving around so my lips would be on hers, I kept kissing her as I eased myself down over her tiny body. Reaching between us, I positioned my cockhead at her moist portal and pushed, ever so slightly. The lips parted, and accepted the first half-inch before I encountered the barrier. Involuntarily, she gasped very softly. This was it. A gentle push, some slight resistance and suddenly I felt the tissue give way, an inaudible thing save for the slight cry that escaped her lips. I didn't move, but I felt a small trickle of warm blood slowly stream down my balls onto the towel. "How do you feel? Are you all right, darling?" She murmured, "It was a little uncomfortable, but better now. Try sliding in a bit more." I entered a couple more inches. "Easy, easy," she begged, and I stopped to let her get used to it. She blew out a few breaths, and tried to relax. I slid in just a bit more. Her pussy was now nicely lubricated, and I found I could go all the way in. She seemed to relax. "OK, keep going." The rest of it was as if it were in slow motion. I moved in and out gingerly, but my mouth was in constant motion, kissing her lips, her eyelids, her forehead, bending my head and kissing her nipples, all while supporting my weight with my arms so she wasn't crushed. Too soon, it seemed, I climaxed and my first orgasm unloaded a huge amount of sperm into her. I eased myself over onto my side, so as not to be dead weight on top of her. "I'm sorry, my darling," I whispered, "You didn't come. That was rude of me." "I was just nervous about my first time, don't worry." Her tiny hand began to manipulate my manhood, bringing it back to life. "Let's see what happens in round 2." The second time, my love came three times, one after another, like compound interest - the third was like a nuclear explosion. Afterwards we cuddled for a bit, then I saw it was 12:15am. "Oh", I whispered, "The time. I have to go." I sat up, turned, and put my feet on the floor. Then I felt Katie's two arms wrap around my waist, and her titties rubbing on my bare back. Hot breath and kisses coated my nck. "Please," she pleaded, tearing up as she said it, "Don't go. Not yet." Pulling me back down onto the bed, she lay her kisses up and down my chest, her tears falling from her cheeks to my pectorals. The beast awakened in me. This time I was not gentle; she had awakened my inner caveman, and I took her. She responded in kind, our third coupling was raw animal passion, ending in nearly-simultaneous orgasms. Afterwards, the two of us covered in sweat, I spooned with her in her bed until her breathing was deep and regular. Gingerly, I eased out of bed and stood. "Please don't go," I heard her murmur in her state of half-sleep. I almost didn't...but then another part of my brain reminded me Momma was waiting. I put my shirt and slacks back on, and grabbed the bloody towel off the floor as I left. Tuesday 2:30am I quietly let myself in Momma's front door. The house was dark; I tread softly across the living room towards the stairs. I suspected she had fallen asleep upstairs. I heard a click as a lamp came on and illuminated Momma, stretched out across the sofa in her nightgown - THE nightgown - the one she was wearing when I dry-humped her. The crusty spot above her crotch from my seed was still there, four and a half years later. I threw the bloody towel at her. She had been half-asleep, and as she sat up her tousled hair looked like she had already been fucked. My sore cock started to stiffen. She looked at the towel, and threw it on the floor in disgust. "So much for midnight," she said, reaching around and scratching her ass. A small glass and bottle of brandy was on the end table and she poured herself a shot, knocking it back and just as quickly pouring another. "You got a head start this afternoon, stop complaining," I snapped back. "Besides, you did say the shift end time was at my discretion. How often does a man get to fuck a virgin?" Momma knocked back another drink. "It's over-rated, you ask me," she replied. "Your daddy didn't think much of it. There was no romance. He kissed my titties a couple of times, spit on his cock, and in he went. It hurt and I bled. Took us a couple more fuck sessions before I started to enjoy it. Your father was such a cheating bastard I almost wished I hadn't." Momma poured again and gulped down her third drink. "Well, Katie thought I was incredible," I said in my own defense. The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 02 "What the fuck does she know how good it can be? She's a virgin. I'll be the judge of that." She got up, staggered slightly, then came up and took me by the shoulders. The nightgown was nothing special, just a blue cotton gown with button-down with snaps made with flowers-and-bees-patterned cloth, but the top buttons were undone and I had a nice view of her free-swinging tits. "You recognize this nightgown?" I nodded. Her breath smelled like a distillery. "Damn right you do! It's the one I was wearing when you tried to fuck me." "I dry-humped you, but I didn't fuck you," I protested. "I was 18! It didn't seem right to put my cock in my own mother, especially when you were drunk and thought I was Eddie." Momma reached up with her left hand and put her fingers in the hair on the back of my head, pulling me to her. She put her mouth on mine and her tongue invaded my mouth. I tasted brandy as her right hand undid my belt and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang free. She broke off the kiss and drunkenly whispered in my ear. "I only pretended to think you were Eddie, you chickenshit. I knew all along it was you. I was just trying to give you an excuse to fuck me." She reached up and pulled a couple more snaps open on her nightgown, her tits now spilling out. My sore cock was now rock-hard again, the pain overruled by libido. "Think of that. You could have lifted up this gown and plowed me like a farmer's field. Instead, your innocence cost us four years of fucking. I blame myself for this mess. Hell, if we had been fucking all this time you never would have given that little cunt a second look." A sad expression crossed her face. "You're a good man, James, better than your father. I'm so proud of you, but sometimes I get selfish and wish you were more of a bastard like your old man." I felt a rush of anger, and grabbed the front of the gown, and pulled HARD. She gasped as every snap popped open, and her glorious body was now completely exposed. "Take it off," I commanded. Wide-eyed now, she obediently shrugged her shoulders, and it fell to the ground. I took a step back, eyeing her up and down. "Take another drink," I commanded, and she quickly refilled the glass and knocked back the brown liquid, then dropped the glass. I took off the rest of my clothes. "Turn around, slowly." She began to turn, and I took in the full details of the body I had only seen in tiny peeks over the years. Her tits were as I remembered from that night; drooping a little now, some stretch marks, but still with silver-dollar sized reddish-brown aureoles and firm nipples. Freckles covered her neck, tits, and arms. Her stomach was a nice mommy pouch, stretched from pregnancy with twins. Her legs looked great, and her fingernails and toenails were painted a slut red. On her left ankle she wore a thin bracelet, with a tiny charm that spelled out HOT. Her red pubic hair was shaved into a heart shape. When her back was to me, I saw her ass was not very firm, but her butt cheeks were still appealingly round. "Stop turning now." I picked up the glass, refilled it, and handed it to her. "Drink," I ordered. She complied, I refilled it. "Again." She downed it, then handed it back to me. I threw it into the fireplace, where it exploded into pieces. She flinched at the sound. "You want me to be a bastard, fine. You put me through four years of fantasizing when I could have had your pussy nearly every night, I'll be a bastard all right. Are you scared right now?" "Yes, James," she whispered. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. After 6 drinks, my smart and dominant Momma was becoming submissive. Picking her up in my arms I carried her upstairs and threw her on the bed, then sat on the edge. "Get me your hairbrush, and position yourself across my knees," I told her. She quickly obeyed. I began to spank her with the hairbrush, alternating between the left and right cheek. She squealed in pain, even kicked her legs a little, but made no effort to escape. I increased the intensity of my strokes, and she started to squirm. After about 20 strokes, I stopped. She was quietly sobbing, and as I had already discovered, crying really intensified my lust. "What do you have to say to me?" I asked. She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears. If I didn't fuck her soon, I was going to explode. "I-I-I'm sorry I teased you. I should have been a better mother and sucked your cock and fucked you four years ago." She reached around to touch my cock, which was as hard as a steel beam now. I dumped her off my lap onto the bedroom floor. "Stay there!" I barked at her. I walked down the hall to my old room, and there in the closet were some of my clothes from high school. (Momma never threw anything out.) I grabbed the tie from my graduation suit and went back into the bedroom where Momma still lay on the floor. "On your knees!" She slowly got up on her knees; her ass cheeks were still bright red from her spanking. Quickly I tied the tie around her head as a blindfold. "Keep your hands behind your back!" I dug through her drawers and found a pair of pantyhose, which I used to tie her wrists together. She was now kneeling, blindfolded and hands tied, her breathing becoming more erratic. I roughly slipped a finger in her pussy, and she gasped. It came away covered with her juices. I needed to fuck her right now, but had to do one more thing. I lowered my body down so my cock was in front of her nose. "Smell this." She inhaled. "That's the smell of Katie. I took her cherry tonight, then fucked her tight pussy three times. You're smelling her virgin blood and her juices. Now stick out your tongue." She did as she was told, and I rubbed my cock across it. "Now you're tasting her virgin blood and her juices. Do you like it?" "No," she whispered. I gave her face a little slap. It was just a gentle slap, but she shuddered. "Wrong answer. Try again. Tell me you like it, and tell me how much." I snapped. "I like it. She tastes wonderful. I hate how good she tastes." I grabbed her chin, lifted her face, and kissed her deeply. Her tongue desperately danced with mine. I couldn't wait any longer, I had to have her now. I pulled her to her feet and pushed her backwards onto the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. I spread them apart and she gave a cry of joy as I began thrusting hard. She began chanting, "Oh James! Oh James! Oh James!" as I pounded her. I lowered my mouth to her nipples, taking them in my teeth and biting softly, which resulted in even more sounds of ecstasy from her. I continued my predatory attack on her tits, and bite marks soon covered both of her beautiful globes. I ground away on her crotch, pistoning in and out. No lube was needed, she was incredibly wet. I had one more bit of emotional humiliation waiting for her. "One more thing, Toni. You sucked me off earlier, but I came three times in Katie. It's going to take me a long time to cum now. On top of that, my sperm gun is pretty much out of bullets. You may be fertile, but Katie made damn sure I'm shooting blanks tonight. You need to thank her." While it didn't stop her thrashing beneath me as I continued to thrust in her pussy, outside of her grunting she became very quiet. "Please James, don't make me say it," she finally begged. I thrust harder. She gasped as one deep thrust made contact with her cervix. "Please, no, James," she begged in a little girl voice as I pounded away. So I did what was the hardest thing for me to do that night. Cock aching, I stopped fucking her and pulled out. "I'm leaving," I told her. She became very still, as if in a state of shock. "James, please no, you can't go! Four years we've been waiting to fuck! Four years!" "And whose fault was that, Toni? As a matter of fact, if it weren't for Katie, we wouldn't even be doing THIS!" I thrust back in her, and began pounding furiously. She shrieked, and I could suddenly feel her climax building. As she got closer, she began to call out "Oh GAWD, thank you Katie! Thank you for fucking James! Thank you for making me jealous! You smell so good! You taste so good! AHHHHH!" Underneath me, I felt Toni's orgasm burst out and her whole body began to shake. My climax took a while to arrive, so Toni came a few more times as well. It took quite a while to subside, and the whole time I held her and kissed her softly, murmuring how wonderful she was. I untied her and took off the improvised blindfold and we lay together. I gently traced my fingertips over her red ass, her bite mark-covered tits, and the stretch marks on the belly that was my home for 9 months. At this moment she was totally mine. We both nodded off around 4:30am, and I was able to sleep until the alarm in my cellphone went off at 6:30am. I got up and pulled back the covers, looking at a naked sleeping Toni. Her body was covered with red marks and love bites, smelling like booze and pussy and jizz. I wanted to take her again and I felt my aching cock stirring once more, but with only two hours sleep it was going to be a long day at work. I got into the shower in the guest bathroom, as I was afraid showering in the master bedroom shower might wake her up. I was tired and my overworked cock was sore; I needed a break! Standing under the water I realized I was becoming two different men - with Katie I was a smitten moon-eyed lover, romantic and protective, wanting to win her love in the gentlest way; to have a family with her and live a happy life. With Toni I was an angry dominant alpha male, wanting to own her and punish her and bend her to my will completely. I wasn't even sure what to call her now. After fucking her like this, I couldn't think of her as 'Momma' ever again. Whatever I called her, I wanted her, body and soul. I wasn't sure who I even was now. I wanted both women for completely different reasons. Like I said, it was going to be a long day. And an even longer week. I changed back into my coveralls and headed off to work, still undecided whose door I would be knocking on at 5:30pm for round 2 tonight. The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 03 Thanks to all commenters for your feedback so far. It inspires me! ***** Tuesday 30th, 9:30am A text on my cellphone at from my sister Jennifer. "Lunch?" I respond. "Sure. What up?" "Need 2 talk 2 U about prsnal stuf." "OK. Auggie's at 11:30?" "OK. C U then. Luv U!" My sister and I loved each other, sure, and we always knew - we never had to say it. Whatever the problem was, I figured it was serious. Tuesday 30th 11:30am Augie's Haufbrau is an old cafeteria-style place where you go through the line with a tray, get your food, pay and then find a table. Hardly fine dining, but the lunch special was not a bad deal. You got a cheap steak, mashed potatoes, a few overcooked green beans and a soda for $5.99. It filled you up. Jennifer had already gotten her food and was seated in a booth waiting for me when I came off the food line. I slid in opposite her and unwrapped my cutlery from the paper napkin they were rolled in. "James, you look like shit," she exclaimed when she saw the bags under my eyes. "You OK?" "Yeah, sis, I only got a couple hours sleep last night. Got a lot on my mind." I sliced up my steak and began to devour it. All that fucking will build up an appetite in a man. "Well shit, brother of mine. Maybe you should knock off early to go home and take a nap." Thankfully, it had been a slow day at the shop. I was exhausted; maybe I would do just that. "Not a bad thought, maybe I will. But we're not here for that. How are you doing? The kids OK?" "The kids are fine, they're with Claire." Claire Rivers was Jennifer's mother. She was about 10 years older than our mom Toni. She was short with long hair that was a kind of a silvery-blonde, but she always wore it done up in a bun. What I really loved was her cute face with that little turned up nose and a sweet smile that mirrored the incredibly sweet person inside her. I have to admit, I'd jacked off more than once fantasizing about undoing that hair bun and fucking that matronly body. I also loved how Claire adored Jennifer and the twins; she was definitely aces with me. "Is it Alan? Is he mistreating you?" While his mom is the best, after more than 2 years of marriage I still hadn't decided if I liked my brother or not. Jennifer had hinted in the past things were not always rosy between them, and from my point of view if you mistreat my sister, you and I got a big problem. (Ask her abusive ex-boyfriend Kenneth. I wonder how long it took for those facial bruises to fade.) "Alan's treating me just fine. The couple's therapy seems to help a lot." Hearing that, my respect for Alan went up a notch. But just a notch. "The thing is now, he seems to have a medical issue. You remember how Alan had some radiation treatment for pre-cancerous tumors in his small intestines?" "Yeah," I responded, "but the treatments got him back in the clear, right?" "They did, but..." Jennifer reached over and took my hands in hers. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "The radiation may have damaged his sperm production. We conceived on our wedding night, it was so easy. But now I want another baby, we're not able to!" Her hands grasped mine more tightly. "How can I help, Jen?" Tears were forming in her eyes, which of course caused my cock to harden. Damned dacryphilia! "Alan and I have decided we're going to undergo fertility treatments to have another baby. Even though he's got insurance through work, our co-pay costs are going to run $1,500 just for the preliminary tests. Our IVF costs might run over $10,000. Alan is a good provider for us, he works really hard, but he's just a forklift driver. He only makes about $50,000 a year! I have my part-time job, but the cost of day care is already killing us." Anguish was crossing her face, and my heart ached for my sister. She took a deep breath, and then continued. "James, I know you're not exactly swimming in dough, and I wouldn't ever ask you for money. What I need are ideas. What can we do to afford these treatments?" I sat back and swallowed the piece of steak I'd been chewing. I had suddenly lost my appetite, and my meal had grown cold. I took one of her hands and I kissed the back of it. "Sis, don't worry about it. Nobody knows this, not even Momma, but I got a thing I'm working on with my boss that may help us afford it. I can't give any details, but just trust me, OK? And don't say anything to anyone." Jen nodded in silent agreement as she sniffled. Tears were pouring down her cheeks now, and my cock was getting commensurately harder. 'STOP it!' my moral conscience shouted in my head, 'this is your SISTER, damn it.' My rational brain fired right back, 'Funny thing to hear coming from a guy fucking the shit out of his MOTHER'. Breaking off my internal debate, I re-focused on Jennifer. Using her napkin to dry her tears, Jen squeezed my hands again, gently this time. "Thanks, James. You're the best. But enough about me. How'd Momma take the news about you and Katie?" I stammered to buy time to think of a response. "Ummm, well, yeah, you were right, Jen. Not too well. Not well at all. She wants a week to think about it. So, we'll just wait and see how it goes!" Whew! Jennifer knew me too well, if I had lied she would have known right away. That was a truthful response; I just left out some details. Now it was my turn to ask questions. "So Jenn, just out of curiousity, do you know if Momma is seeing anyone? I'm thinking if she had a boyfriend of her own she'd be happier and might not resent Katie so much." What I DIDN'T say was I was hoping Toni could become emotionally distracted before I got in too deep with her. My heart wanted Katie; my cock wanted Toni. Jenn thought for a minute. "There's an older guy she met at work, Duane I think his name is. I think she goes out with him once in a while, mostly for company more than anything. They're just friends." "You don't think they, ummm..." My attempt at tact made Jennifer laugh. "Get busy? Do the wild thing? Make like the beast with two backs? Bump uglies? Ride the old kielbasa? Oh, James, you slay me sometimes." She had to catch her breath from her laughter. It was good to see he smile like that. "NO, James, Momma is like a fucking nun. I think if she did lay some pipe with the guy she might be more easy-going. I suspect her pussy's got tumbleweed blowing through it right now. If you ask me, what she really needs is someone to drill her good and strike oil, get her all lubed up." The sight of Toni's naked body covered with love bites flashed through my head. My cock got hard again before I could re-focus. I hoped my sister didn't notice the lump in my coveralls. "Well, OK, thanks Jenn," I responded, snapping back into reality. I wondered how long I could keep this challenge a secret from her. We both got up, and I threw a few bucks on the table to tip the busboy. Jennifer hugged me hard, kissed my cheek, and whispered, "Thanks again, James. You're the best brother anyone could ever ask for. I love you." Tuesday 30th, 1:15pm My conversation with my sister left a suspicious hunch in the back of my mind, so on my way back to the shop I drove by Toni's. There was a strange car in the driveway, a two-door late model Mercedes with a plate that read "D-WANE". Something inside me snapped. I pulled over next to the curb and texted Roger that I wasn't feeling good and was taking the rest of the day off. Making my way in through the garage I picked up an aluminum baseball bat from my grade school playing days. Too small to play regular baseball, but big enough to knock a home run using someone's head if need be. I quietly crept into the kitchen. I could hear strange muffled sounds coming from upstairs. Slowly I went up, step by step, avoiding the creaky 4th and 7th stairs. (In high school, Jennifer and I had become experts at after-curfew sneaking in and out of this house.) By the time I got to the top of the stairs I could clearly hear people fucking. What shocked me was the noise was coming from my old room! The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open a few inches more. Toni was on all fours on my former bed, and this Duane guy was pumping her from behind. Her ass cheeks were still red from the spanking I gave her, but that didn't seem to faze him. As Jen had said, he was an older guy, late 50's I'd guess, with graying hair, a bald spot, and a ponytail. (I hate gray-haired ponytails on old guys; it's like a revival concert for washed-up 60's rock bands.) He wasn't fat, but his body had spread to middle-aged thickness. There was nothing wrong with his cock, though. Based on what was coming out of Toni's mouth, it seemed to be in perfect working order. I thought to myself 'Yeah, right Jenn, Momma is like a fucking nun'. More along the lines of 'Momma is fucking like a nun', you mean. "Oh, GAWD James! Fuck me harder, please!" My mouth dropped open when I heard this. His name was Duane! Why was she saying my name? "Yes, Mommy" the guy answered answered. Holy fuck, he was role-playing me - in my old room!! How fucked up was THAT? In a husky voice, she urged him on. "Take the condom off, James, I want you to come in me! Mommy wants to feel your hot sperm in her pussy!" Toni was really getting into it. "Oh, YES Mommy," he groaned, and pulled out of her pussy. As he reached down to remove the condom, I laid the aluminum bat on his shoulder. It was as if I'd hit him with a stun gun. One second he'd been a hot stud, the next second he was as unmoving as a marble statue in an art museum. "You might want to rethink that," I said quietly. Toni turned around and shrieked "JAMES! What are you doing here!?!?!", grabbing for a bedsheet to cover up with. She did a poor job of it, as the bite marks I'd left on her tits were very visible. "Shut up, slut," I snapped. "I'll deal with you in a second." I turned towards her pretend-James boyfriend. (Looking at the size of his tiny stiff cock, he was truly a Mini-me!) "You need to get gone, and stay gone. The next time I see you with my mother this bat will be swinging, you got that?" He exaggeratedly gulped like people do in comedy films, and nodded. I lifted the bat off his shoulder and he zoomed out like an Indy racecar on the final lap to the checkered flag. Didn't even pick up his clothes, he just grabbed his boxers and was gone. I heard tires squeal, and looked out the window. He had his car backed out of the driveway in the time I estimated he'd make it out the front door. Toni was huddling under the sheet now, curled in a fetal position. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she kept repeating in a naughty little girl voice. I pulled back the sheet, exposing her back and shoulders, then gently lay the aluminum bat on her skin. She shrieked, and began begging, "Please don't hurt me James, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me." I was so fucking horny I could barely think straight. Tossing the bat aside, I knelt on the bed and pulled her upright, facing me. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a rough kiss. As I softened my lips, her tongue slipped into my mouth and her arms encircled me. We kissed like this, slowly and deeply, for a few minutes. I reached down and undid my pants, releasing my dick which was now hard as the aluminum bat I had just thrown down. It pressed against her belly, and I rubbed it against that lovely mommypouch of hers. Breaking off the kiss, I pushed her backwards and spread her legs apart. Her labia were already moist and pink from fucking, and she moaned with pleasure as I began to stroke them with my fingertips. "Let's get one thing straight," I said forcefully. "From now on, your mouth and your pussy are off limits to anyone but me. Any other man I catch trying to get a blow job or trying to fuck you will be in for a world of hurt. You want to go to a movie or dinner with DEE-wayne or anyone else, fine, but you need to ask my permission first, and make it clear that it's going to be strictly platonic. Anything beyond shaking hands is my territory. I'm claiming your mouth and cunt as MINE. Understand?" Ever have one of those experiences where your rational mind sits by the sidelines and watches while your emotional mind takes total control? This was one of those times for me. My rational brain knew what Toni was doing, but was helpless to do anything about it but watch the scene unfold. "Y-y-y-es James," she said quietly, happy tears forming in her eyes. "Only yours." I got into place over her, my cock in position to ravage her sopping pussy. "You've been very bad. Good mothers don't fuck like whores. I'll punish you later for being a whore. But for right now, you want my cum in you? Your wish is granted!" I plunged into her savagely, and she cried out, "Yes! Fuck your bad mother! Fuck her hard!" She came almost immediately, within a half-dozen strokes. I left fresh bite-marks on her already-marked tits and her neck, and felt her clawing my back and shoulders. When we both climaxed together my own orgasm seemed to last an exceptionally long time, spurt after spurt after spurt. She may not have been fertilized last night, but today she had a good shot at it. We collapsed in a sweaty heap, and after some light kisses both of us started to doze. I lay behind her, spooning, my hands acting as a human bra. My heart was all in a tumble. I was enchanted by the smell of her peppermint shampoo, her sweat, and the co-mingling of our love juices. Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, I remembered Jenny's ex-boyfriend Scott accidentally grabbing Toni that one time; he had acted like it was a total mistake, but now I was sure it was no accident. I breathed in those luscious scents again and caught myself wondering if Jennifer also smelled this way after sex, but I quickly suppressed it. My last thoughts before sleep overcame me were, "This is not how this challenge was supposed to go. Not at all." About thirty minutes later I suddenly woke, feeling Toni rubbing her ass crack against my cock ever so slowly, almost teasingly. "Mmmmmm" she murmured, as if she were dreaming. My hands were still cupping her tits, so I gently squeezed them and began to manipulate her nipples with my fingertips. She let out a slow groan of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered opened as I began to move my cock in the wet canyon between her cheeks. She turned her face to me. "James, please kiss me," she whispered, and our lips met in a passionate lock. Her tongue invaded my mouth as my member regained its flagpole status. I slipped into her juicy pussy, and it made a slurpy sound. I slowly began to move in and out, but she broke off our kiss and pressed her hands to my hips to stop me. "You know, there's one hole you haven't had," she said seductively. "If you really want to claim me, you'd better take all of me. Otherwise, Duane might still have an opportunity. And you wouldn't want that, would you?" She giggled then, and it made me feel like a humiliated cuckold. "Why you little tramp," I said between clenched teeth, rolling her onto her stomach. "You'd do that, wouldn't you? Just to make me jealous." Pressing the head of my cock against her throbbing rosebud, I could feel her puckering and un-puckering the sweet sphincter, inviting me to take it. "Feels like you're already jealous, darling. Go ahead, take my asshole - unless you'd rather my boyfriend did it." That pushed my buttons big-time, and I used my knees to roughly force her legs apart and lifted her hips up to give me better access. With a great deep-sounding roar I began to push into her. She gasped, but with the ease it went in I could tell she was no anal virgin. Enough love juice had seeped out onto her crotch that my member slid right in, allowing me to fuck her ass in earnest. At first she just grunted and moaned, but as I continued she spurred me on with her dirty talk. "NO! How dare you! You're fucking your mother's ass! Stop you bastard! This is wrong, this is incest. How can I tell my boyfriend that I cheated on him with my son's big prick?" As her filthy diatribe continued, she kept pushing back against me, the fingers of one hand desperately rubbing her clit. Soon I came hard, and collapsed on top of her. She lay trapped under my body weight, with my now-softening cock in her rectum. "I'm officially all yours now, James," she said. I could hear the happiness in her voice. "You've claimed every hole. What will you do with me?" Before I could answer my cell phone alarm set to go off at 4:30pm went off right on schedule. I tried to extricate myself from Toni, my soft cock making a wet noise as I pulled it out of her asshole. I thought given the right physical persuasion, I could go one more round with this sexy beast. Instead of trying to seduce me again, she stretched and sleepily smiled and said, "You need to go to her. Keep up appearances. Make her think she's got a chance. I'll see you again at midnight." Toni began to roll onto her side away from me, but I quickly put my hand down and slipped my thumb into her juicy pussy and my forefinger in her very warm asshole. She squeaked, and her eyes went wide. I bent and kissed her deeply, threatening her in an low voice, "Remember what I said. This is my territory. Nobody else's." I pulled my sperm-and juice-coated fingers up to her lips. "Yes, James, it's all yours," she whispered, then sucked my fingers clean. I got up and took my shower. I didn't want to be late for Katie. Tuesday 30th, 5:30pm With my mind fresh from the nap and my body clean from the shower I should have bolted up the steps to Katie; instead I was trudging. My emotions were in a whirl, my thoughts jumbled, and my body weary. I had changed into street clothes, my coveralls were in my messenger bag slung over my shoulder. The door was unlocked. I went inside, and Katie leapt on me, kissing me frantically. "James, my love, I've missed you so much." Adorable as always, she was dressed only in one of my dress shirts. It was unbuttoned and open, and the sway of her big tits behind the fabric was intoxicating. Nice... "How did you manage to get one of my shirts?" I asked. I wear them so seldom I didn't notice one missing. "Before you asked me out the first time you had dropped it off with a bunch of other stuff to get cleaned. I had such a crush on you but you hadn't noticed me. It smelled like you, so I kept it and took it home. That way I could wear it pretend you were with me." She started blushing, a light red in her cheeks. The dawn of comprehension came slowly, but then... "You STOLE it? Katie, I'm impressed! Now what else did you do while wearing that shirt," I asked. "Were you naughty in it?" Now Katie blushed a deeper red, and smiled in a conspiratorial way. "I may have touched myself 'down there' a time or two," she admitted, then threw her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss. "You're so adorable, do you blame me?" I just laughed. My good girl really COULD be bad! She wiggled her huge tits against my chest and threw a cute little pout at me. "I came by the shop this afternoon to see you, but you weren't there!" "I had lunch with Jennifer, then I went home and took a nap," I lied. "Besides, seeing me in the afternoon is against the rules of the challenge, you know that. It wouldn't be fair to Toni for you to have afternoon sex with me in the workshop, now would it?" Katie giggled, but I felt like a real shitheel for saying it with Toni's cries of ecstasy echoing in my ears from this afternoon. "No, it wouldn't be fair, but it would be fun. I may try it again later this week, you never know!" She giggled again, and began unbuttoning my shirt. She was suddenly dead serious. "I told you James, you're my man. I'd lie, cheat, and steal, anything for you. When I say anything, I mean anything!" "I'll hold you to that," I said. Again, my mind was reeling from the implications. My shirt now undone, she pulled it entirely off as we headed into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom she was at my belt buckle, unzipping my pants and pulling them halfway down to expose my cock, stroking it to hardness. I wanted her mouth on it, but I would not force her. The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 03 "Oooooh, you're happy to see me," she squealed. She turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the bed, pulling off my shoes and socks, then my pants. Turning her back towards me, she impaled herself on my erection and began riding up and down. "This is called reverse cowgirl style," she said, "Do you like it?" She began to slide up and down on my shaft, and it was plain from her grunts of pleasure it was hitting her g-spot. All I had to do was sit back and watch the view, which was quite enjoyable. It wasn't long before I felt her shiver and shake as her climax approached, then she went stiff as a board when it hit. My balls were still drained from fucking Toni, so I wasn't even close to an orgasm yet. I could feel the sweat dripping off of her tits onto my legs as her breathing began to return to normal. My angel had given herself a real workout. She asked "James, are you still there?" "Yes, darling, just enjoying the view!" I began to gently massage those wonderful ass cheeks. She slipped off my cock and we repositioned ourselves so she was lying in my arms. "You didn't, you know..." I hugged her. "We're not always going to cum at the same time, sweetie," I assured her. "Believe me though, it was a joy to watch you. I haven't been getting much sleep this week, so I'm not at my best." I avoided mentioning Toni had just drained me like an oil change. My softening cock was testament to that. "Let's just lay together and talk for a bit." "Okay," she said, snuggling in. "Can I, um, ask you some stuff?" "Sure baby, anything." Her fingers traced some scratch marks that Toni had left on my shoulders this afternoon. "What's Toni like in bed? Does she kiss your thingie?" "If you mean my cock, yes, sweetheart. She kisses my cock and my balls, and takes me fairly deep in her throat. My Momma is a vibrant person, very passionate about everything in her life. Once she has her mind set on something, she's tenacious. Kind of like you. She's that way in bed, too. Her passion can be...I searched my vocabulary the right word...relentless." Now THAT was the truth. She blushed a little as she continued. "The other night when you kissed my poopie hole it felt really good - do you do that to her? And does she let you, ummm, put your thingie in there? I was reading a sex manual for newlyweds and it said sometimes married people do that along with regular sex. I'd think it would hurt." I hugged her and kissed those soft lips. "I'm glad I made your poopie hole feel good. We're just starting to explore each other's bodies, so I promise I'll make it feel good again. There's no rush, anal sex takes time to get used to for a woman." "But what about her poopie hole? Do you kiss it? Do you put your thingie, I mean, cock in it?" Her hand was stroking me softly now, and talking about ass-fucking Toni was making it hard again. "Yes, I've put my cock in her ass. But I've never kissed it. I'll only do that for you." Her stroking continued, and I felt something deep in my balls catch fire. "I'm glad," she said. "I want there to be something special for only us. Do you want me to kiss yours?" My hardness was returning with a vengeance. "Yes, but I'd want to take a shower first, so it will be clean for you." "What about your cock? You want me to take it in my mouth?" Her stroking was having the desired effect and I wanted her now. Right now. "Yes," I whispered. She bent down and kissed it, not quite sure what to do. "Open your mouth and put your lips around it." She did, tentatively taking the head in. "Rub your tongue around it." Slowly she began to do this, moving her head up and down just a little. My cock was getting impatient, and I thrust my hips a little bit to encourage her. When it hit the back of her throat her gag reflex kicked in, and she had to stop. "I'm sorry, James, I've never done this before," she said in an apologetic little voice. I kissed her gently. "It's OK, baby, you'll learn. You can get a dildo or something and practice. Let's go get in the shower." I thought to myself that her not knowing how to suck cock meant she really was as innocent as she claimed. She was no whore. Unlike Toni, who was an excellent cocksucker... We got in the shower, and I made extra sure her tits were soaped up and extra clean; then I bent down and gave the same treatment to her little rosebud. Kneeling behind her, I spread her cheeks and this time, it was more than a kiss. I went to work with my tongue. After a few minutes it was Katie's turn; she washed my cock and balls, and very gently made sure my asshole was clean. Spreading my cheeks, she kissed it gently, then ran her tongue around it before finally plunging in. She may have been a novice cocksucker, but my fiancée was a natural at pleasuring my asshole. I couldn't wait anymore. I turned off the water, then wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed. This time I fucked her doggy style, and getting my little finger super wet from her juices, I slipped it onto her ass as fucked her. After a few minutes of this she shrieked and came like a freight train. Feeling her pussy climaxing on my cock was enough to send me over the edge, and I shot my light load in her. We collapsed in a heap, breathing heavily. "I think I'm going to really like you in my poopie hole," she declared happily. We lay there in blissful silence. I was truly happy with my innocent angel. It made me feel special, being the one helping her explore her body, to experience her sexuality for the first time. Of course, knowing she was crazy about me also helped. After a while I heard her whisper, "James, can we talk some more?" "Sure my angel, what is it?" She pushed up from her snuggly place in my chest and looked me in the eyes. I was distracted for a moment by her massive beautiful tits hanging down, but I forced myself to focus on what she was saying. "If I end up losing the challenge and get pregnant, what will become of our baby? I don't believe in abortion, and I don't want to give it up for adoption. It will be our baby, yours AND mine. Will it ever know you, or will we both end up abandoned?" Her eyes started brimming with tears. I'd given this a lot of thought since the challenge started. "Katie, I will never abandon our child. It's your body and I'll support any decision you make, but one way or another I'll make sure that baby will be healthy and happy. Remember, my daddy walked out when my sister and I were three years old and left Momma alone; I really never knew him but I've hated and despised him ever since. I don't want you to suffer through what my Momma went through. I want you to be happy." Suddenly an emotional dam burst in Katie, and she began sobbing. "I'm so worried and scared, James. I love you so much and want to marry you, to have a family with you. I don't want to end up alone with a fatherless baby." My heart practically burst, and I wrapped her in my arms again. Her tears resulted in my usual reaction - I turned her teary face towards mine and kissed her deeply and passionately, and I felt her lips and tongue surrender to mine. I was as hard as a steel girder, horny as a sailor too long at sea. I pushed her on her back, forcefully spread her legs and took her. Her hungry pussy desperately swallowed my cock whole, clinging to it and not wanting to let it go. We fucked like beasts, no words, just grunting and moaning. The scratches that Toni left on my body during fucking were now joined by scratches from Katie. We climaxed together, our mutual cries of passion filling the air. I started to worry if we kept at it like this every night, the neighbors might start to complain. Midnight was approaching. I didn't want to leave Katie. I wanted to wake up with her, kiss her, suck her nipples, fuck her, maybe play with her 'poopie hole' again. Then it occurred to me - I didn't have to. Momma's own rules - she had said two six and a half-hour shifts per day, "unless his royal highness wants to stay longer." Her exact words. I sat up in bed. "I don't want you to go," Katie mumbled sleepily, wrapping her arms around my waist. I could feel her wonderful tits rubbing against my thigh. My cock wanted to get hard again, but it was tapped out for the night. "I'm not leaving you," I said. Her eyes suddenly opened wide. "I just need to make a phone call." I leaned down and kissed her lips gently, then told her "I want to wake up in your arms in the morning." She smiled the biggest happiest smile I had ever seen. I got up, closing the door behind me, and went into the living room where I called Toni. She picked up right away. "James? Has there been an accident? Are you OK?" For a moment it was my loving worried Momma on the other end, not my slut. I changed that immediately. "Take off whatever you're wearing. I want you naked." "Yes, James." I heard a rustle of clothes hit the floor. "Good. Now listen to me. I'm staying all night with Katie, you understand?" There was no sound except breathing for a moment, then her reply, "Yes, James." "Right now I want you to touch your pussy for me. Rub it. Is it wet?" She groaned slightly. "Yes, James, very wet." "Now tell me what you are." "I'm your slut." "Who owns your body?" "You do James. All of it. My mouth, my pussy, my asshole." I could hear her breathing getting heavier. "Imagine me in every hole, fucking you like a whore. Rub those lips and that clit." "Oooooh, yesss, I'm your whore James. Only yours." "Think about me eating your pussy. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes, James, I'd love that!" "I want you to cum for me now, slut. If you can do that, then tomorrow I'll eat your pussy until it's raw." "Uh, uh, uh!" she grunted, "Oh James, oh James, I'm thinking of you eating my pussy, I'm cummmmming! Aggggggggh!!" I listened as her orgasm passed and her breathing returned to normal. "You're my good little slut, Toni, tomorrow you'll get your reward." I hung up. My cock was hard again. As I got up, the door was open and Katie was standing there. I didn't know whether to be angry or pleased at her eavesdropping. "James," she said, "Will you eat my pussy too?" I decided I was pleased. We went back to bed, and by the time I was done her pussy lips were throbbing and she was crying again, this time from with pleasure. And you know what effect tears have on me... Afterwards as we were falling asleep a question occurred to me. "Katie, angel, where did you get a sex manual? You didn't spend more money, did you?" She lifted her face up, so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open now. "Oh, no, darling. Your sister Jennifer stopped by and dropped it off. We had such a nice chat. She loves you so much, she wanted to make sure I'd make you happy in bed when we get married. I adore her, she's so sweet." "I don't think you have anything to worry about in that regard, my angel," I told her. I leaned down and kissed her goodnight. She was fully asleep before her head hit the pillow. Jennifer again. I began to see a pattern forming. I confided in Jennifer about my engagement, then at dinner Toni seemed to have already known about it because she came up with this challenge. Jennifer had lunch with me and mentioned Duane, then I go by Toni's and he just happens to be there fucking her. Now I find out Jennifer is giving my fiancée sex manuals and having chats with her. "Curiouser and curiouser!" to quote Lewis Carroll... The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 04 Wednesday 1st, 5:00am I started off the day with Katie as my breakfast. After waking up and relieving our bladders we showered, then went back in the bedroom. I bent her over the edge of the bed and went to work on her asshole and pussy with my tongue. I really gave it my all; teasing, kissing, licking, probing, making her squeal with delight, even bringing her off a couple of times. After 15 minutes she was begging me to fuck her, so I enthusiastically plowed into her pussy. As I fucked her initially I put one finger in her well-soaked little rosebud, then two, and finally three. "Ohhhh, I'm so filled up! Don't stop," she begged me. It sounded like she'd been stretched enough and was ready for me to take her anal cherry. I slowly pulled out, making sure I was good and coated with her juices. I took a tube of lubricant from the nightstand and added a little more, then positioned my cock head at her wet rosebud. "OK, baby. I'm going to go in slowly. Try to push, like you're trying to poop. It will help you take me in." She reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Take me James. I'm yours." She gave a slight yelp as I gently slipped my knob in the first inch. "Are you OK, baby?" I asked, concerned about her comfort. ""Yes, James," she gasped, her breathing jagged. "A little more, please." I could feel her sphincter giving way as I slipped in further. "Keep going, just slowly, OK?" I had to admire her, she had her heart set on me in her ass! "We'll go at your pace, my angel," I replied. I reached around and gently massaged her nipples. I felt her begin to relax a bit so I slipped in further, and she began to breathe a little more easily. "This isn't so bad," she said. I very slightly pulled out, then went back in again, this time all the way. I could feel my balls slap the wetness between her legs. Oh, this was heavenly! "Ooooooh!" she gasped. My cock was getting impatient, and my strokes became longer. And a little faster. "Gahhhh!" Her vocalizations became purely gutteral. It was as if her ass being fucked shut down her rational thought and only allowed the animal within to emerge. Her fingers of one hand crept down to her pussy, and through the thin membrane which separated her vagina from her rectum I could feel them working her vagina and clit, stimulating herself and from the involuntary contact she was taking me along with her! I felt my climax building. "Darling, I'm going to..." "Yes, James! I belong to you, let me have it!" Unable to stop myself now, I gave a groan and my balls emptied into my sweet angel's ass. Balls now empty, I pulled out my softening member and lay down next to her, covering her face and neck with kisses and massaging her tits with my hands. She shivered with delight, and I pulled the sheet over her in case she was chilly. We kissed again, and she whispered, "James, that was wonderful. You're so gentle and sweet, such a wonderful lover." I propped up my head with my arm and looked into her beautful eyes. I had just eaten her ass, fucked her pussy and her asshole, and still she looked as innocent as a child. My heart overflowed with love for her. "It's as much you as me, my love," I answered truthfully. We lay together for another 30 minutes or so, each in their own dreamy thoughts, then my cell phone alarm went off. I got up and got dressed, leaned over and kissed her goodbye for the day. She wrapped her arms aroind my neck for a deeper kiss, then whispered, "I like waking up with you. I want to do it every day." I breathed in the musky post-coital scent of her and felt that familiar stirring in my loins. I wanted to say "Me, too," and tell her the contest was over right then and there, tell her how much I loved her and how much I wanted her to be my wife. It would have been premature if not outright hypocritical, however, since there was another woman out there who was waiting for me to eat her pussy as promised. Wednesday 1st, 8:00am The Country Pedaler's showroom is neat and clean, with nice big windows that fill the showroom with light. We keep enough stock on display to make it look nice, but don't make the mistake a lot of bike shops do by over-filling it. Once you go through the door to the back room you have to pass through the storeroom to get to my shop area. Roger's desk is on the border between the storeroom and my shop area, so we can both have easy access to the computer on his desk. I'm a bit of a clean freak, so my little shop area is always in order, every tool in place. The storeroom, however, is Roger's domain and, just like his desk, is a cluttered mess. For some reason I felt really energized, so I tore into the storeroom to clean it up. I guess fucking my fiancée's beautiful ass was energizing. DreamKleen, where Katie works, is right next door to the Country Pedaler; that's how we met. It actually shares the building, which my boss Roger owns. Since Roger is a human pack rat, we have boxes and boxes of old and broken parts stacked floor-to-ceiling against the storeroom's wall which is the common wall that divides the building. These boxes are what I began clearing out first. As I took down each box I kept my eye out for any parts I might be able to use, but there was not much there. Mostly it was dusty and rusted junk which I put in the dumpster outside. Removing the stacks also removed a barrier to sound; I could now hear sounds on the DreamKleen side much more clearly. It also revealed a hodgepodge of faded memorabilia - old posters and ads pinned to the wall, a calico. Bumper stickers, bike race posters from the 70s, psychedelic-style posters announcing concerts by defunct rock-n-roll bands, trail maps from assorted ski resorts in the area; if they had been in good shape they could have sold for big bucks. About three-quarters up the wall near the corner there was a poster of a two ducks copulating in the air with the caption "Fly United". One corner had torn away while I was moving the boxes, and the remainder had flopped over to reveal an air vent. It looked like a shared heating vent between the two sides of the building. Placing a plastic crate under it I stood to see where it went. To my surprise, the vent's other side was in the bathroom of DreamKleen! Looking through the slats, I had a great view of the mirror on the opposite wall so everything in the room was visible to me. Just then I heard the door open and Katie's boss, Maria Duarte came in. Maria was in her late 50's, but with her mocha skin and long dark hair, she could still be considered still attractive. Locking the door, she stood in front of the toilet and pushed her stretch pants and panties pants down to her ankles, revealing an enormous black bush of hair as she sat on the toilet to relieve herself. I almost laughed out loud, thinking that if she wanted to shave her pussy she'd need a machete. I heard her urine hitting the water, then she he wiped her pussy and pulled her pants back up. After flushing the toilet she washed her hands and left. I stepped off the crate, but then I heard the door open again so I stood up to look one more time. It was Katie! I forgot she was working 10am – 4pm today. She stood in front of the toilet and dropped her jeans and panties, but didn't empty her bladder. Instead, she reached into her purse and pulled out a dildo! My jaw hung open as I watched her take it into her mouth. After she'd moistened it a bit she worked it between her sweet pussy lips, and started moving it in and out. I was stunned. My little innocent fiancée was getting herself off during work hours! Listening closely, not daring to make a sound, I could hear her quietly murmuring as she fucked herself with the plastic cock. "Ooooh, James, what are you doing? Is that a ring? Why yes, darling, of course I'll marry you! My body and soul are yours, take me!" My little innocent darling was fantasizing about me proposing! I would have gone into out bathroom and jerked off myself, if I hadn't been trying to let my balls recover. My cock was hardening as her breathing became more rapid and erratic, and I could tell she was almost ready to climax when her cellphone rang. She slid the fake cock out of her pussy and answered. "Hello? Oh, hi, Jennifer." She paused, listening. "Yes, I got the outfit you dropped off, it fits perfectly. He's going to love it. Thank you so much. You're so good to me!" Another pause. "Don't worry, I'm going to get it to him shortly. I have to get back to work." One more pause. "Bye sweetie! I love you!" I stepped off the crate, my mind spinning. This was really getting weird. What the fuck was my sister up to? Refocusing, I got back to cleaning up the storeroom. Wednesday 1st, 11:00am Roger came in late. Usually he was in by 10:00am, which is when the shop opened. I decided to give him a hard time. "You sleep in today, boss, or what?" "Had a big date with Renee last night. Really drained me, I won't lie to you James. I'm not a young man like you anymore, I can't fuck all night and work all day." You don't know the half of it, I thought to myself. "Well, maybe you can clock out early this afternoon and call up Momma to get you some more afternoon movie tickets," I kidded him. Roger looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "Now it's you getting old," he said, chuckling. "It was your sister gave me those tickets, not your mom." For the second time that morning, my sister surprised me. Before I could ask Roger more about Jen, he walked through the door to the storeroom and exclaimed, "Hey, wow! Look what you did! This is great!" Then the front door opened and a couple of customers came in, and we both got busy taking care of business. For some reason we were extra busy, and didn't even have time for lunch. I had to concentrate on the bicycle business all day. Wednesday 1st, 5:00pm I locked the front door and breathed a sigh of relief. "Wow, what a day. Must be the nice weather," I said to Roger. "You going out with Renee again?" "Nope," he said. "I need another 24 hours to recover." Then he pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Whoops, almost forgot," he said. "I was asked to deliver this to you. See you tomorrow!" Saying that, he headed to the parking lot, got in his pickup and drove away. It was a standard letter envelope, with my name on the front. I opened it. Inside was a small slip of paper with a message. "Meet me at the Grand Marquis Hotel Lounge at 5:30pm. Bring the van, I don't plan on being in any shape to drive home. If all goes well, I won't be in shape for walking, either. Love, Katie." It was still early, so I hadn't decided whose place I would go to first tonight. Since I had stayed at Katie's all night I'd been planning to go to Toni's first. Then I read the rest of the note. "PS – Don't be late. Since we're not engaged yet, if I get a better offer I may actually consider it." I couldn't believe my eyes. Things had been so intense between us, I couldn't believe Katie would really look at another man. She was my angel, my love. Then again, she was right. Toni had blocked our engagement, so we were still free agents, so to speak. It didn't take long for me to realize that while Toni would always be my mother, as of right now Katie was just my girlfriend, and until we got engaged things were basically up for grabs Adding to my anxiety was the memory of how she greeted me at the door yesterday. She had a dead serious look on her face when she said, "...James, you're my man. I'd lie, cheat, and steal, anything for you. When I say anything, I mean anything!" Did that include sleeping with other men? I couldn't take that chance. I got in the delivery van and drove home to shower and shave, putting on a fresh shirt and khakis. I then drove the 10 minutes to the Grand Marquis Hotel. Lo and behold, parked in amongst the other cars was a late model Mercedes with the "D WANE" plates. I shook my head. Hey, it was a free country. As long as that dipshit stayed out of my way, I'd stay out of his. I walked into the lounge. The décor hadn't been changed in decades and had certainly seen better days. It was dimly lit, the mood completed by some rehashed cheesy 1970's tune coming through the overhead speakers. The bartender was Renee Barnes, my boss Roger's sort-of-girlfriend. They dated off and on, so I'd see her at the shop every now and then. Although she was north of 50 years old, despite her natural wrinkles she still had a pretty face, a tall drink of water at slightly less than 6 feet. Her hair was salt-and-pepper, pulled back in a long ponytail. And her ass looked really good in tight jeans, which she always wore. No wonder Roger was worn out after his date. "Heya, handsome," she greeted me as she polished a glass, "How you doing? What can I get for you?" "Doing great, thanks Renee," I replied. "Give me a Buckhorn in the bottle, please. Tonight I'm looking for the most beautiful girl in the place." She handed me the bottle, and I took a sip. "Well, that would be me, but I'm taken." She laughed at her own joke. "Seriously, you're in luck. The good news is she's here. The bad news is a bunch of guys got in line before you. They've been buying her drinks all night trying to get her to play ball, but so far all she's done is taken their drinks and smiled." Renee jerked her head towards the end of the bar, where several guys were standing. One of them stepped away looking frustrated, and there was Katie. My eyes just about popped out of my head, like a wolf in the cartoons when a pretty girl walks by. I couldn't believe what I saw. She was wearing a pair of gold spandex pants that looked like they were painted on; they were complemented by a red sequined spandex halter-top that left her abdomen exposed, and cut low enough to give a tantalizing peek of her deep cleavage. Draped over her shoulders was a black leather motorcycle jacket, zippers on all the pockets. As if this wasn't enough to give any normal man cardiac arrhythmia, her shoes were 7-inch heeled red patent open-toed 'fuck-me' pumps. The final touch was toenails painted fire-engine red, with matching lipstick and fingernail polish. A pimp could have gotten top dollar for her. Jealousy and lust pulsed through me at the same time. My angel was dressed like the town whore, and I nearly shot my load in my pants. She looked up and saw me. With a devilish smile she pushed her way out of the pack of potential suitors and staggered towards me. "Here he is, boys," she said, her speech slightly slurred. "I told you he'd be here. He's a real man, keeps me going all night long. Don'tcha baby?" She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard. It was weird kissing her in 7" platforms, her face was so much closer to mine. I swallowed hard, and found my voice. "Katie, I have to say you're so gorgeous it's hard to look at you. It's like staring into the sun; I might go blind from it." In case there could be any doubt in the hopeful guys standing around her, she loudly proclaimed "Ooooh, don't he talk pretty? Call it a night, players, you just got outplayed." Their aspirations dashed, the other guys suddenly slipped away. The game was over and they'd had their asses kicked. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Come on, stud, I got a surprise for ya." Taking me by the hand, she led me out to the parking lot to the back of the shop van. "Unlock it," she commanded. I did, and opened the back door. Still holding my hand, she climbed in and pulled me in after her. I closed the door, and as I turned back her hands were at my belt buckle and zipper, pulling my pants down around my ankles. My cock stood at attention, ready for action. Amidst the tool cases there were several large pads we used to keep the bikes cushioned during delivery. She grabbed a couple of those, threw them down and lay on top of them. "Undress me, stud," she cooed. I did, although getting her out of skin-tight spandex was not an easy task. I persevered nonetheless, and she now lay there naked with her legs spread. "Come on, baby, fuck me," she begged. "Every time you're delivering a bike in this van, I want you to remember me here, ready to be fucked." She moved her legs so they were splayed high over her head and giggled. "Every time you pump up a tire, I want you to think about pumping me." I didn't need to be asked twice. I jumped on my drunken little slut-angel, plunged my cock in her pussy and pounded away. The tools and parts in the bins rattled, and I hoped people walking by in the parking lot would respect the old tradition of 'If this van's a rocking, don't come a knocking'. Katie must have already been primed from playing with her dildo, as she had a couple of orgasms while I was pumping away. I finally emptied my balls into her and we lay there, exhausted, kissing and cuddling. "Wow," I commented as our breathing returned to normal. "You're too good to be true, Katie. You were a walking wet dream tonight." She giggled. "Did you like the outfit?" "I would have had to be a dead man not to," I chuckled in response. "Where did you get that getup? I love it! The only thing I didn't love was how much attention those guys were paying to you." She smiled and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "Your sister loaned me most of it. She is just the best. You silly, I wasn't really interested in other guys, you know. It was all for you. I wanted my future husband to know how sexy his little bride can be." I gave her another kiss, this one deeper and a little more passionate. "News flash, I already knew that. I have to warn you, I have a bit of a jealous streak." I hugged her possessively. "I don't want anyone else to even think they can have you." She leaned down and took my cock in her hand. "That's the effect I was going for," she said, smiling, and took my softness in her mouth. Suddenly it wasn't soft any more; as her tongue went to work it was clear she had been practicing with that dildo. After a few minutes, she had my nuts sucked dry. I wondered how it could get any better than this. Before I took her home I went back in the lounge to get Katie a bottle of water. As I was leaving, I happened to glance in the restaurant. Duane was sitting at a table, talking to a woman whose back was to me. The light was dim, but I could make out her hair, same color as Toni's. I looked again. The woman was wearing a blue blouse that I recognized as one of Toni's favorites. Also, to top it off he woman wore a garish sliver bracelet with a huge chunk of turquoise. I had given Toni a bracelet identical to it when I attended a bike race last year in Arizona. My jealous streak lit up, and I hurried to take my still slightly-drunk sweetheart home; I got her undressed and tucked her in, kissing her goodnight. "Stay'" she whispered, holding out her arms to me. It was incredibly tempting, but I had to go check on my property – Toni's body. "Two night in a row? I don't want to spoil you yet," I teased, and walked out of the bedroom. I quietly closed the door, then started walking quickly, gathering speed as I made my way out the front door, and was at a full run by the time I reached the van. Wednesday 1st, 11:10pm Coming in quietly through the garage again, I picked up my aluminum bat. I hadn't seen his car, but if Duane was here he was going to go home bruised. There was no sound, but there was a light on in Toni's bedroom. I waited outside the door listening for a minute, my heart quickening. I was in a mood either to kick some ass or fuck some, whichever opportunity came first. I twisted the handle every so slowly to undo the latch, and then hit the door with my shoulder. It flew open. Toni was in bed, covered up with the sheet over her tits, a book in her hands. She had on her reading glasses, and she was peering at me over the top of them. It was a very sexy look. "Well, well, you're early. I thought you'd pull a no-show on me like you did last night." She sounded vexed at me. The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 04 I pointed the thick end of the bat at her. "Where is he? I saw you at the hotel restaurant with Duane after I warned him to stay away from you. Now he's going to get a beating like I promised. Where are you hiding him?" I got down on my hands and knees and looked under the bed. Nothing there but dust bunnies. Toni chuckled. "You looking for monsters? Sorry, all that fucking we did the other night chased them away." I was not amused. "You know who I'm talking about. I saw you with DUANE!" I went to the closet and whipped open the door. Nothing but clothes in there. I saw the blue blouse hanging in the back. I took it out and waved it at her accusingly. "You were wearing this tonight, I saw you!" She smiled and shook her head, which made her hair a little disheveled, but in a very sexy way. "That old thing? It's been in the back of the closet for months! Frankly, I resent your accusations, James! I've been here all day and all night, waiting like an obedient slave for you. I don't know who you saw, but it sounds like you're becoming obsessed with me." She smiled at me, thin lipped and smug. "Not that I mind, of course. It makes a mother feel so special when her son wants her all for himself. Very flattering in fact." I dropped the bat and quickly moved over to the jewelry box on her dresser, dumping it out in a heap. The turquoise bracelet was on the top of the pile, having been underneath all the other stuff. I waved it at her, shaking it. "You weren't wearing this either, I suppose," I declared, almost shouting. She held up three fingers, the old camping salute. "Scouts honor, I haven't had that on for a while now. Maybe if you start taking me out to nice places, I'd have a reason to wear it a lot more." Before I could continue my ranting, she asked, "Would you like to check your old room, too? You'd be disappointed, I'm afraid, as there's nobody there either." My cock was getting hard. "Undress me," I ordered, roughly pulling away the bedsheet. She was wonderfully naked, I could already smell her wet pussy. Obediently, she had my clothes off in quick order, then propped herself up with her back against the headboard, her legs together. "Spread your legs, whore," I commanded, and she obeyed. I laid down on my stomach with my head between her thighs. "I'm going to check you for sperm." I reached up and opened her love petals, searching for any substance that wasn't pussy juice, gently moving my fingers in and out. "Oooooh, that feels nice," she cooed, as my fingers explored. "My son grew up to be a bicycle mechanic AND a gynecologist. What more could a mother ask for?" Satisfied that Duane had not trespassed in my territory, I lowered my face to her smooth pussy and began to work some magic with my tongue. Her snappy repartee vanished, replaced with lustful moans and grunts. When she got close to her climax she reached behind my head and pushed my head into her. I responded by taking her clit between my teeth and ever-so-slightly pulled on it as I teased the tip with my tongue. She shouted an unintelligible hoarse cry of joy, humping my face as her orgasm swept over her. As the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her she reached down under my armpits and pulled me closer, still shuddering. She kissed me repeatedly on my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks, my neck, and finally then my lips. "Oh, gawd, James, you're so wonderful. You're making me crazy, you're such a great lover. No wonder I want to fight that tramp to keep you." My anger flared up. I reached over and took her chin in my hand, making her look me in the eye. "She's no tramp, Toni. I happen to love her, and she's never said a word against you because she knows you love me. This may sound funny, but she doesn't want to hurt you despite all you've put her through. I won't have you talking about her like that." Toni's eyes began to tear up. "I'm sorry James, I'm so sorry. I'm so afraid of losing you..." My dacryphilia kicked in, and I was immediately erect. I began to push her onto her back and move my cock between her legs, but she put them together and stopped me. "I have a confession to make," she whispered, here eyes cast down in shame. "I lied to you about there not being anyone in your room." My anger flared and I stood up, looking for the baseball bat. "I KNEW IT," I roared. "I am going to fucking kill Duane!" Toni reached out and gently took me by the upper arms, speaking soothingly. "It's not Duane," she said softly. "It's a surprise guest I brought for you. Go on, go in your room." I stood up and walked into my old room. There was a single candle burning on the windowsill. A figure was standing in the corner. Even in the dim light there was no mistaking that freckled little turned up nose and a sweet smile. It was Jennifer's mother, Claire Rivers. She was wearing a sheer white sleeveless nightgown that accentuated her massive tits; the elastic waistband clung to her tummy, and as I walked in she did a little spin to show me it was backless. Her luxurious long silvery hair hung down behind her, tied into a long beautiful ponytail instead of done up as usual in a conservative bun. She walked up to me, not touching me but close enough I could feel the warmth of her body next to mine. "James, I hope you don't mind. Toni came over one day and told me about this contest. I understand what she's going through and I wanted to help her out." I was speechless, could not take my eyes off of her after fantasizing about her all this time. "You've been special to me ever since Alan and Jennifer's wedding day. I was almost invisible that day; everyone looked through me - the matronly mother of the bride who didn't matter - but not you. When you looked at me, it felt like I was the only woman in the room, and you were undressing me with your eyes." That was completely true – I remembered every detail of how sexy Claire looked that day. She was wearing a deep blue sequined dress with a deep-V neckline displaying her wonderful cleavage. I wasn't dating anyone at the time and was quite smitten by Claire. After about 8 glasses of champagne at their reception I had drunkenly suggested to Jennifer that maybe it should have been a double wedding! "Even at our little family get-togethers I always dressed up nicely in hopes of pleasing you." And she did, too. Claire always looked fantastic. Even as a widow at 46, 24 years older than me, she never looked dowdy or frumpy, and always dressed youthfully. I never considered asking her out, with Jennifer being her daughter it would have been awkward, but even though she was heavy-set there was an element of hotness about her. And here she was, standing in from of me in a nightgown. My mind was reeling. "James, you're not saying anything," she whispered, '...are you – MPPPHH!" My arms were around her and I wasted no time in exploring her mouth with my tongue. My fingers wrapped around the straps of the nightgown and pulled it off her shoulders, then went to the matching silk panties and made them go away. I pushed her back onto the old bed where I had jacked off to fantasies of her, but this time it was real. Her legs spread wide and she groaned as my mouth kissed, bit, and sucked the pale flesh of her tits. Even Katie's weren't as big as these. Finally I settled on her nipples, sucking voraciously as my cock located the wet entrance to her cunt and plowed in. She groaned as I held it in place, then began to move in and out...very...slowly. She as shuddering with pleasure now. "James," she gasped, "I have to tell you," another gasp and swallow, "I've not hit menopause yet." My slow in-and-out continued. "I still...have periods...just not every month." I began to nibble on her neck using my lips and the tips of my front teeth. Her breathing became more ragged. "My doctor says...I have to be careful...I can still...get pregnant." She locked her legs and feet behind me to pull me into her, urging me on. At that last comment, something in my psyche blew up and I began to pump her for all I was worth. I wanted this woman, and better yet I wanted her pregnant with my baby. My climax finally arrived, and it was a real bucket-filler. I groaned and shook, giving her everything I had in my swollen balls. I was still hard and could feel her getting close, so I kept pumping. She stiffened and shrieked "Oh JAAAAAAAMES!" I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply as she shuddered beneath me. We lay there, a sweaty tangled pair. She reached up and lovingly brushed the hair off my forehead that was hanging down. I looked in her eyes and wondered how I had missed this treasure sitting under my nose for so long. "If you stay with Toni, you'll have us both you know," she whispered. "She won't mind sharing you with me." I kissed her lightly, but my mind was now reeling at what Claire had just shared. After a minute of processing this I asked, "Why is Toni so willing to share me with you, but not with Katie?" She returned my kiss with a soft one of my own – how had I ever not noticed how soft her lips were? Claire smiled and explained. "I'm no threat to Toni. I'm ten years older than she is, and after having two kids and gaining some weight my body is not exactly a supermodel's. Plus, my son is here and my grandkids are here. There's zero chance of me marrying you and taking you away somewhere." She kissed me again lightly, and tapped her forefinger endearingly on the tip of my nose. "I don't know quite what you see in me, but believe me, I'm glad you do," she giggled. I lifted my hand up under her massive left breast and gently caressed the nipple. My cock began to harden again, and I ran the tip of my tongue over her lips. She responded by pressing her naked body closer against mine. Claire reached up and gently pushed my face away so she could continue to answer my question. "Katie is young and smart and has a body every woman would kill for," she explained. I ran my hand down her abdomen, lovingly stroking the stretch marks on her tits and stomach. "Look at it from your mother's perspective, James," she said, "At 36, Toni thinks she's past her prime. She's very insecure and afraid of losing you. It's bad enough that she doesn't see Jennifer much anymore, what with taking care of the twins and the part-time job, and she only lives a few blocks away. If you marry Katie, there's no guarantee the two of you won't move away." "But I'm crazy in love with Katie, and she's devoted to me," I protested. "I want her to be my wife." I could feel Claire's hand on my hardness, stroking it back to firmness as my fingers continued to explore below her waist. Her breathing was becoming ragged again, but she kept to her point. "Yes, you love that girl and it really shows - which makes it even scarier for Toni. Think about it. Nurses are really in demand right now thanks to the new healthcare laws. When Katie gets her degree, she'll be able to find a job just about anywhere. As for you, there are thousands of bicycle dealers across the US; Roger says you're a great mechanic; you'll find a job anywhere you go. Now do you see why Toni's so crazy about winning this contest?" I didn't answer Claire, as her handiwork on my cock had the desired result. I pushed her back on the bed, my mouth on hers. Like an obedient slut she spread her legs, as there was no avoiding my rock-hard cock in her pussy again. Our moans were muffled by our mouths locked in a passionate kiss of epic proportions, our tongues intertwined in an age-old mating dance. It was a sweet and gentle coupling this time, and I lasted through a couple of her orgasms until my balls emptied themselves in her once more. After we recovered, I took her by the hand and led her, naked, into the master bedroom. Toni was asleep on the left side of the mattress, so I climbed in the middle and pulled Claire in against me, her ass pressed against my depleted member. I thought to myself it wouldn't be so bad, being married to a pregnant Claire. The thought of it was almost enough to get my cock stirring. Almost, but not quite. I fell asleep with my face nestled into the back of her head, enjoying the sweet smell of her hair. Thursday 2nd, 2:30am I woke up suddenly, for no reason. The women on either side of me were breathing slowly and steadily, nestled deep in the arms of Morpheus. I sighed deeply, and as I did I caught their wonderful scents; Toni's was sharp and raw and sexual, while Claire's was sweeter, like an apple pie pussy ala mode. My cock subliminally asked my brain if we could roll one or both women over and fuck them awake, but there were more important things on my mind at this moment. Slowly so as not to wake my companions, I sat up in bed. The fluorescent green digital alarm clock display was the room's only illumination. My thoughts came tumbling in as my brain came awake. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like my emotions and thoughts were being deliberately manipulated. So as not to awaken my two sweet fuck-toys, I slowly inched my way from under the sheet and down off the foot of the bed. I picked up the blue blouse and sniffed the collar, catching the light scent of peppermint shampoo. Jennifer's shampoo! I had spent enough time living with these two women to know their shampoo preferences – Jenn's was peppermint, Toni's was a light lavender scent. A sniff of the armpits revealed someone had recently worn this this blouse; Toni's claim that it had been in the closet for months was bullshit. On further examination there was even a small food stain on the front, still moist from earlier in the evening. I felt like I was in the old mystery move "Gaslight", where the main character is psychologically manipulated into doubting what was reality. My secrets seemed no longer mine. But the more I ran it through my head, the one common thread among all the strange things happening was my twin sister and closest confidant, Jennifer. With so many thoughts spinning around in my brain I decided to take a shower to clear my head. I always loved the master bathroom, it had a big shower stall and lots of water pressure. After the water warmed up I stepped in, closed the stall door, and let the hot water pound down on me. The bathroom soon filled with steam, and I breathed deeply. The water and steam was relaxed me, allowing me to think about the questions that kept popping up since the challenge started. Who was I? - A man deeply in love with his fiancée, an incestuous son dominating his sexy mother, or just a young man who was falling for an older woman? Before I could ponder the answer to this question, the shower stall door opened and Claire joined me. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to kiss her. "You're like a box of candy," she whispered, "so sweet I could eat you up!" My hands instinctively reached up to fondle her huge tits, but she quickly dropped to her knees and took my flaccid cock in her mouth. Claire was no beginner in the oral sex department; she grunted and moaned as she sucked, bringing my cock to hardness again. I reached under her armpits and lifted her up, fully intending to fuck her here in the shower, but before I could get her positioned she stopped me. "Do you trust me?" she asked. She opened the door and grabbed a couple of hand towels. "Of course I do," I responded, reaching for her. She side-stepped me. "Good! I have a surprise for you, but you'll need to be blindfolded." My throbbing cock didn't want to stop, but I controlled my lust. "OK," I said, and she tied the towels together to form a blindfold, then and secured it behind my head. "Stay right there, we're going to play a game." I heard the stall door opened, and could sense there were now three of us. Someone soaped up my body, and suddenly I was the middle of a naked wet sandwich, standing between two women as they rubbed their bodies against mine. My cock was now demanding to be somewhere, anywhere, a mouth, a pussy, an asshole. It was torture. Then cold water got thrown on the whole thing – literally. We had stayed in the shower too long, and overextended the water heater's capacity. My dick began to deflate. "Sorry ladies, looks like the party's over," I said. "Not just yet," Claire's voice responded. I felt a bathroom draped across my shoulders, and I was led into the bedroom and laid down on my back. "We're just going to play a different game. The first game is to guess whose lips are on yours. Keep your hands at your sides, please. Here's number one." A pair of lips met mine, and I returned the kiss. There was no mistaking Claire. "Now number two." Another kiss, this one with slightly different lips. By simple deduction, they had to be Toni's. "Number one was Claire, number two was Toni," I declared. "Clever boy," Claire declared. "Now for the second part. Here comes number one." Suddenly a mouth was on my cock, and it was obvious the person knew what they were doing. After a couple of minutes of sucking, I was hard again but this time it wasn't so easy to tell from whom. "Now number two." This mouth was just slightly better, but when she finished she gave the tip a little extra tongue lash across my pee hole. That was Claire's signature move, I had experienced it a few minutes prior. "Number one was Toni, number two was Claire," I confidently announced. "Right again," Claire said. "Now comes the third part. Here's number one." I felt someone straddle me, lowering themselves onto my manhood, reverse-cowgirl style. Her pussy was well-lubed, and I was sure it was Claire. She rode me for a few minutes, but as soon as I began to thrust my pelvis up to match her movements she dismounted. I heard Claire's voice again, this time sounding a little breathless. "OK, Here's number two now." Again I felt someone lower themselves onto my cock reverse-cowgirl, and begin riding me. This time when I started thrusting back, the rider stayed on me. I could hear her moaning slightly, but she didn't say anything. Instead, Claire whispered in my ear, "That's it, James. Give her the cock she deserves. Fuck that slut." I felt Claire's hands stroking my chest, wiping the sweat from my forehead, kissing me softly as I thrust. It was finally too much to bear, and I unloaded. I thought I was already spent, but it turned out I was wrong. After my release I heard Claire whisper to Toni, "Go lay down, I'll take him from here." Exhausted, I allowed Claire to take off my blindfold and envelop me in her arms. I nuzzled her bosom, my lips finding a nipple and suckling on it a bit until I fell asleep. Too soon, the alarm went off and I got up to go to work, but not before kissing Claire's wonderful lips and enjoying her post-coital scent one more time. The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 05 From 1954 to 1975 around 3 million military personnel served in-country in Vietnam. More than 58,000 U.S. military personnel died while serving. Approximately 850,000 are still alive today. This story contains a vignette about that era, a small homage to those vets who still remain. - QPQ77 ***** Thursday June 2nd, 11:30am I was in the shop assembling the new bikes that had arrived late Wednesday. I must have been somewhat sleep-deprived, as it had taken me 3 hours to get two done. Ordinarily, I get them ready in about thirty minutes. I was having difficulty concentrating; memories of last night's events kept flooding my brain. The sound of a woman's voice pulled me out of my reverie. It was Katie's voice coming from DreamKleen's restroom. Curious, I pulled a crate up next to the wall and stepped up, peeling the poster away from the vent so I could eavesdrop. With so much weird shit going on, I figured it couldn't hurt. "Yes, Tiffany," she was saying. Tiffany was Katie's best friend from high school. "James is like totally hot. His body is ripped, and he can make me cum like a million times a night." Well, that was nice to hear. "He's totally in love with me, and as soon as I get his fucking bitch mother out of the way he'll marry me for sure. I'd already have a ring on my finger if it wasn't for her." It appeared I was hearing Katie's true feelings now. Katie listened for a bit to whatever Tiffany was saying, and then responded. "No, are you crazy? I made a big show of cutting up my credit cards to fool him, but it was really my library card and a drug store discount card. He was so horny he believed me and never looked at the pieces. But no way would I leave myself without a credit card!" I was halfway between shocked and angry. On the one hand, given she might lose the challenge I could certainly see her rationale. She had made me a promise, though, and then deceived me. I'd always believed in love at first sight - that's the way it was with me and Katie - but now it appeared I'd been so infatuated and obsessed with her I'd also been blind. There was a pause while Katie listened to Tiffany, then she began, "I'm not worried though. His sister is so cool, and she..." The buzzer on DreamKleen's front door went off on and Maria called to Katie for help. Katie stopped suddenly said, "Well, shit. Gotta go, Tiff. Love you!" and she quickly left the bathroom to go take care of customers. My head was spinning from the sleep deprivation and conflicting realities. Was she still my sweet angel, or was she something else? This was more information than I could deal with. Then I got an idea. Katie was working until 4, so no one was at her apartment. I told Roger I was going to run an errand, then jumped in my hatchback and drove over to her place. Using my key, I entered Katie's apartment. Her computer was sitting on her desk. I turned it on and opened the browser right up, no password needed. So far, so good. Searching the history, I found what I was looking for - her credit card site. I clicked on "My Account", and it asked for email and a password. I entered her email, and guessed at a password, 'Katie123'. No luck. I tried again, password 'Farmer123'. No luck. The system warned me I had 3 more tries before it locked me out. I thought hard, and entered 'DreamKleen1'. It flashed and told me this was an old password, changed in the last 3 days. Two more tries left. Hmmm. OK, mentally swinging for the fences, out of desperation I typed 'DontTellJames'. The little hourglass icon on the screen spun, and then...jackpot! Her account page popped open and I clicked on transactions/balance tab. I could not believe what I saw. Once Katie had shared with Maria how she had $11,000 in credit card debt, and this is the number Maria shared with Toni. The truth in front of me said that Katie's credit card balance was now $21,875.66! Without taking in to account her other expenses, that meant her debt was more in the neighborhood of $60,000! I suddenly got a lump in my throat and swallowed. Looking at the transaction records, I saw the most recent transactions were on Tuesday, the day after she gave me what I thought were pieces of her cut-up credit card - there was $372.29 for some shoes and another $403.81 for a leather jacket. That was the same day I met her at the bar with a whole new outfit that she claimed my sister had loaned her! My head was now throbbing, so I got up to look for some pain reliever in her bathroom's medicine cabinet. Opening the cabinet, I pulled out a bottle of aspirin and opened it. Taking two, I reached to put the aspirin back where I found it. My head still pounding, I clumsily knocked a plastic container to the floor from the cabinet. Bending down, I grabbed what I had dropped, then stared in disbelief at it. The thing I picked up was a pink and white case, flat and circular. I opened it and saw room for 28 pills in a circle, and about half were missing. It was a birth control prescription! More shocking was the label on the inside of the lid. It was a prescription for Jennifer Rivers! What were my sister's birth control pills doing in my potential fiancée's medicine cabinet? Quickly and quietly I closed the cabinet and put the pills in my pocket. This was all too much! To say I was stunned was putting it mildly. To clear my mind and wake up a bit, I decided to go out for a bite to eat. As I was leaving I logged out of Katie's credit card account and shut her computer down. I drove over to the deli down the street for a tuna sandwich and a cup of coffee. It helped, but my brain was still a muddled mess. It looked like Momma had been right! All of a sudden, I needed to talk to the one person in my life besides my sister I could always count on when things got tough. Thursday June 2nd, 1:00pm I called Roger and told him I was taking a long lunch. He said things were slow, so it was cool if I just took the rest of the day off. I thanked him, and then drove over to Toni's house. Oddly, no one was home. I had assumed because of the challenge she'd pretty much be available whenever I wanted her this week. This was clearly NOT the case. I was feeling like a spoiled child being refused his favorite toy. I wanted her! I needed her! Where was she? I probably would have held my breath until I turned blue, if anyone was here who gave a shit. I worshipped my sister Jennifer, but I didn't want to go to her house until I figured out what she was up to in this carnal chess game. Also, there was a possibility Claire might be there watching my two-year-old niece and nephew. I wasn't sure how I'd react being with her again, but I figured it might not be good for the twins to see their Uncle James feeling up Grandma's tits. (To be honest, the thought of doing that did summon up a boner for me.) So no Toni, no Jennifer, there was only one thing left to do. I needed to ride. I loved riding, but never got around to buying a motorcycle. Instead, my friend Phat Dogg had a beat-up 1990 Sportster that he'd let me ride when I'd need to air out my head. Sometimes riding his two-wheeler really got me back in touch with myself. I headed over to Doggfather's, the tattoo and piercing shop he runs. Phat Dogg's a good friend of mine. Although his name implies otherwise, he's actually a tall skinny dude in his early 30's with a body that's nothing but tattoos, muscle and bone; the dude's a serious-ass bicyclist. He and I are tight because I once set him up with a sweet racing bike. One day Phat Dogg came in to the Country Pedaler asking about a custom bike; since I wanted some build experience, I offered to put one together for the wholesale cost of parts, $3000, and didn't charge him labor. (A similar bike from a manufacturer it would have run him minimum $7,500.) We've been bros ever since. When I got to Doggfather's I parked, grabbed my helmet from out of the back of my car and went inside the shop. Phat Dogg was doing ink on some big guy's arm. He looked up and, seeing it was me, nodded and went back to his task. I grabbed the Sportster keys from the hook next to the cash register. The Sportster started up on the first try and I poured the power on, heading west towards the foothills. When we were little kids, Toni used to take Jennifer and I up into the foothills to have picnics and play by the shores of Cherokee Lake. Fifteen years later it remained a place of calmness for me. Whenever I was upset, that's where I would go to think. As I rode up into the hills, the air turned cooler. It felt good, and my senses came alive. As I pulled into the parking area, my blood suddenly ran cold. I was not alone. Across the parking lot I saw a late model Mercedes with the license plate "D WANE" sitting there. For crying out loud, WHY would he be up here in MY special place? Then it occurred to me who else's special place it might be. I could see there were two people moving inside the Mercedes. I quickly turned off the bike and took off my helmet. Walking the Sportster to the edge of the lot I parked it, hidden behind some bushes. My fury towards Duane for trespassing on what I considered my personal property was being matched with my jealousy at the suspected identity of the other person in the car. I quietly approached from the rear passenger side and saw Duane and Toni making out like teenagers, kissing and groping. Her blouse was open in the front, no bra, and his cock was out. She appeared to be giving him a hand job as they kissed. They both jumped when I tapped on the glass. They scrambled around inside trying to button up and cover like it had never happened. The passenger side window went down. Always one to take the offensive, Toni started in. "James! How dare you! Did you follow us here?" I held up my hands palms out to silence Toni, and spoke to Duane. "Duane, did I not make it clear you should stay away from my mother?" He said nothing, just looked at the floor like a busted kid in the principal's office and nodded. It was probably just as well he kept his mouth shut. I looked at Toni. Her face was a flushed mixture of fear and joy; it was as if she was happy I caught her. I asked her in a low and menacing voice through gritted teeth, "Did you forget everything we talked about the other night?" She saw an opportunity to spin her story, and went for it. "Now James, we weren't fucking. You know Duane and I are, um, fond of each other, and we were just demonstrating some affection when things got a little out of hand." She looked at me with wide innocent eyes, unblinking. "You know how that can be, right? How sometimes a little flame ignites a bigger fire, and you lose control of it?" She licked her lips seductively. "Let's talk later tonight, I promise make it up to you." I stopped for a minute, stood up straight and took a deep breath. I looked across the parking lot where Phat Dogg's Sportster was waiting for me. Like the proverbial bolt out of the blue, an idea hit me. I leaned in towards the open window. "Here's what you're going to do, Toni. Duane there is going to start the car and drive you down to Doggfather's. Aren't you, Duane?" The older man nodded, still silent and looking at the floorboard. "Once you're there, you'll have Phat Dogg pierce your nipples and insert some nice 14-karat yellow gold rings. I'll come by at 7:30pm tonight so you can show me how nice they look." I took her chin in my fingers, and forced her eyes into mine. "I've tried to make this very clear, Toni. Do you understand my instructions?" "Yes, James," she whispered. "I'll obey." "Good. Now start the car and go. I'll be about 15 minutes behind you to drop off the motorcycle. If I show up at that shop and you're not getting pierced, I will not be pleased." Duane started the car, and they left. I sat down at the edge of the lake, lowered my head, and let go a single sob. I could not believe both women I loved had betrayed me on the same day. Thursday June 2nd, 3:15pm When I got back to Doggfather's to drop the Sportster off Toni was in the piercing chair, topless. I watched as the first nipple was pierced and the gold ring inserted. Toni was covered in sweat, but didn't make a sound. "Your mom's a tough one," Phat Dogg commented. "This is nothing," she said back to him, a forced smile on her face, "try giving birth to twins." She gasped a little as the second piercing went through, then Phat Dogg put in the second gold ring and taped gauze over the nipples. "Give them a few hours to settle down from the trauma, and you can take the gauze off. The rest is easy; just clean your piercings twice a day for the next 3 days, once in the morning and again at night. No soap, just rinse the piercing out using fresh running water. Got it?" Toni slipped her blouse on, only buttoning a couple of buttons to minimize the contact on her sore nipples. "Got it," she replied, looking straight at me. She smiled sweetly. "I'm sure I'll find someone to help me take excellent care of my nipples. Right, James?" Now it was my turn to blush, but I stayed silent. She walked out the door to the car where Duane waited. Thursday June 2nd, 4:00pm As I left the tattoo shop I happened to pass a flower stand. Stopping on impulse, I bought a dozen roses. I could claim I didn't really know where I was going, but that would have been a lie. I pulled up in Claire's driveway. Holding the roses behind my back I rang the bell, and when the door opened a look of shock crossed her face. For once she didn't look perfectly put together. She wasn't wearing any cosmetics, there were bags under her eyes and her hair was hastily pinned up. She was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. To me, she looked sexier than ever. "James! I wasn't expecting you, I must look a fright," she exclaimed. "Sorry for just dropping in, it wasn't planned, it was just impulse," I said, bringing the roses from behind my back and presenting them to her. "I wanted to let you know how incredible you were last night." She took the roses from me, and I stepped inside. Once the door was closed I put my arms around her and kissed her. Instead of returning my embrace, she softly pushed me away. "James, you're so sweet and I appreciate the thought, but you have to understand that was a one-time thing, it was to help Toni." Her eyes began filling with tears. "I'm just a dumpy middle-aged woman with two grown children and two grandchildren, I'm not some hottie like Katie or Toni." The tears began to run down her beautiful freckled cheeks. Hello, dacryphilia, my old friend... I wrapped my arms around her again and pressed my lips to hers. They were tightly pressed together, resisting, but I could feel them soften as she dropped the roses and returned the embrace. "This was not supposed to happen," she whispered. Her tears ignited the fires of lust in me, and I reached up under the sweatshirt, my fingertips playing across her nipples. As I slipped Claire's sweatshirt over her head and knelt in front of her she kept repeating, "This was not supposed to happen, this was not supposed to happen, oh, gawd this was not supposed to happen". I pulled her sweatpants down, kissing the curves of her abdomen, rubbing my face in the lovely stretch-marked flesh above her mons, and squeezing her ass cheeks with my hands. I caught the lovely scent of her female juices. Standing, I took her hand. "I'm going to have you, Claire, right now. Tell me you want me to." She blushed, looking down. "James, this is crazy! The grandkids are asleep upstairs. Jennifer is out running errands, she may be back at any minute." I silenced her with another kiss. "If it's true, say you want me." I whispered in her ear. "I do want you," she whispered back, "but it's so wrong, James." Despite her protestations, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She didn't resist. I set her down on the bed, gently and lovingly, her legs over the edge. I closed and locked the bedroom door then spread her legs wide, exposing a pussy shiny with moisture. Quickly I stripped off my coveralls and knelt with my face between her legs. She gasped as I began to kiss my way from her knees up to the tops of her thighs. My lips finally connected with her swollen labia, and I went to work pleasuring her. She began moaning as she approached her climax, and her legs were shaking. I quickly moved up her body, my face wet with her juices as we kissed. I plunged my cock into her, and her first orgasm hit before the third stroke. Lowering my head, I grabbed her huge left tit and began biting, soft passionate bites that left little red marks. I did the same to the right, then began alternating back and forth. Every bite, every squeeze, every kiss seemed to give her pleasure. "No James, you mustn't come in me, you need to leave now and save it for Toni tonight!" she protested, pushing weakly against me. I didn't stop, and didn't want to leave; I was enjoying her pleasure more than my own. Too soon, I erupted deep in her, secretly hoping that against the odds my sperm would find a fertile target. We moved up on the bed and lay together, limbs entangled, kissing softly. My deflated cock slipped out and hung loose, dripping on her clean sheets. "Oh James," she whispered, "Why does it have to be so good? This is so wrong. This is..." My lips on hers, I silenced her once more. As our tongues danced, my hardness started to return, but we were interrupted by tiny voices calling for Grandma from upstairs. Reluctantly she got up and put her sweatpants and sweatshirt back on to go take care of the little ones. I stood, taking her in my arms one more time, and we kissed for another minute before the tiny voices called again. I stepped back, pleased to see a wet spot at the crotch of her sweatpants. "Uh oh, looks like Grandma's been a little slut," I murmured teasingly. She blushed as she tried to tie up her hair, then shrieked as I lunged at her, grabbing for her ass. "You're terrible!" she whispered, and went upstairs to take care of my niece and nephew. Thursday June 2nd, 6:30pm I was getting ready to go to Toni's when I heard a strange noise - I went outside to see what it was, and there was a long and thick envelope stuck in my front door mail slot. I opened it, and there was a letter from Toni. "My dearest darling," it read. "I need your help. A man came in to my house tonight and gagged me, then put a pillowcase over my head so I couldn't see who he was and tied me to the bed. I laid there listening as he ransacked my room for jewelry and money. Since I didn't have a lot, he cursed and left, but did not untie me. I am now tied up in my bedroom, waiting for the police to come. However, instead of a good policeman I'm very afraid a bad policeman will come in and take advantage of me being tied up. I've been here crying for two hours, afraid of being put through more abuse. I need you to save me! Please hurry!" At the bottom of the big envelope I felt something hard and round. Dumping it out, I saw it was a fake cop badge from a Halloween costume. This was all a fantasy, but Toni knew the right things to say. My buttons were pushed, and I was on my way. Thursday, June 2nd, 7:00pm When I got to Toni's house, the front door was locked. I went around to the backdoor. It stood slightly ajar, a footprint on the paint near the lock to make it seem as if it had been kicked in. Playing along with the fantasy, I called out, "Police! Anyone home?" I looked around the kitchen, nothing looked out of place. Walking through the kitchen door, I looked around the living room. Toni's purse lay on the floor, with her wallet open and the contents spread across the rug as if someone had gone through it looking for cash. I turned and began creeping up the stairs. This time I made no effort to avoid the creaky 4th and 7th steps, so Toni would know I was coming. The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 05 "Police! Anyone up here?" I called again. I was feeling pretty good about my acting. I got to the top of the stairs pushed open the door to the master bedroom. It swung open, and saw Toni lying on the bed, illuminated by a low-wattage lamp by the nightstand. She was laying on her back, naked, the gold rings in her nipples reflecting tiny bits of light. Her wrists were tied together, and then tied to a crossmember on the metal tube framed headboard. There was a pillowcase over her head, and from the muffled cries underneath it sounded like she was gagged. Each ankle was tied by ropes to the corner posts of the footboard, holding her legs open. There was a pillow under her ass, elevating her pussy to maximize exposure. Delicious! I reached down and felt her pussy. It was very wet. She struggled uselessly against her bonds, shaking her head no. Although I knew it was a game, I liked her struggling. I took off my clothes and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. I lowered my face to her pussy, and tasted. Behind the gag she squealed, then began to moan. As her excitement began to build, I stopped. She made a disappointed moan, thrusting her pussy upwards as if asking for more. "You've been a very naughty slut, Toni," I said as I untied her left ankle and brought it around and tied it to the right corner post. I then untied her right ankle and turned her over so she was on her stomach, and re-tied it to the left corner post. Her asshole and pussy were now both perfectly elevated and exposed. I thought to myself she must be losing weight, her ass cheeks looked smaller. "It's time to pay for your today's little escapade with Duane." I picked up a hairbrush from the nightstand and began to spank her. She squealed, struggled and cried out beneath the gag as I gave her twenty strokes, alternating between left and right ass cheeks. I could hear her quietly sobbing under the pillowcase, and my cock was now rock hard. Positioning myself above her, I sank my cock into her sopping pussy and fucked her hard. Her pleasure was not my concern. Tonight, she was MY whore and she needed to be reminded of who she belonged to! As hard as I was pumping, it didn't take long for me to shoot my load into her. I wasn't done yet, however. Grabbing some lube from the nightstand drawer, I rubbed my softening cock into a semi-hard state and positioned it at her pink rosebud. She began to shake her head no, but since I'd already fucked her tiny shithole I ignored her protestations and began to press against her sweet little orifice. Inside the pillowcase she was shrieking, she was really struggling against her bonds, it was great acting. It made me even harder and hornier. I wondered if she'd been doing anal kegel exercises, her little hole had become really tight. Finally I was able to get my cock all the way in and began to slide in and out, slow and easy. Her shrieks had given way to cries and moans, and she had stopped struggling. I had come so fast and hard the first time I was able to last a really long time in her ass this go-round. I increased my thrusting as I got close, really jamming it into her ass; she was grunting now with each thrust. Finally I let my light load go, coating her rectum walls. Relaxing, I pulled out of her and looked closely at my handiwork. There was lots of cum oozing out of her pussy, and a little seeping out of her little pink pleasure button. I kissed each red asscheek, then got up and got dressed. "Don't worry, ma'am," I said, "We'll send by someone to cut you free in the morning." I then planted a kiss in the approximate location of her face under the pillowcase. As I stood up I caught the light scent of peppermint from the pillowcase. I thought to myself Toni must have switched to a scented fabric softener or something. Thursday, 11:30pm I swung by home to take a shower, then drove to Katie's. She was barefoot and wearing a pretty little button-down sundress. It was plain there was no bra on underneath. As we kissed hello I ran my hands up under the skirt and confirmed she was wearing no panties either. "Oh, darling, I've missed you so much," she exclaimed. I gently squeezed her perfect ass cheeks, and pressed my crotch against hers. I debated if I should fuck her first and then confront her about her finances, but I decided the direct approach was best. Taking her shoulders I held her away from me so I could look her in the eyes, "Baby, we have to talk," I said. A concerned look crossed her face. "What is it, sweetie?" By the worried look on her face I could tell she was expecting some kind of bad news, like maybe she had lost the challenge. "I know it's going to sound bad, but with so much at stake I'm sure you'll understand." She stepped into me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She seemed to suddenly be regaining her composure "I love you sweetie,"; she cooed, looking up at me and smiling, "I'm sure whatever it is we can work it out." I took a deep breath to build up my nerve. "Please don't hate me, but I stopped in today while you were at work and was looking at your computer. I opened up your on-line credit card statement. On Monday you showed me a cut-up credit card, yet on Tuesday I saw charges of around for $700 at the mall. That's the same day we met at the Grand Marquis Hotel Lounge and you were wearing an outfit you said my sister loaned you." She pulled back from me, and the look on her face now reminded me of an ominous dark cloud just before a massive storm breaks loose. I think she stopped breathing for a minute. "Katie, when we started going out, I jumped in emotionally with both feet, trusting you without question. Not for a minute did I ever think you'd lie to me. But you did. It may look like a small thing, but it's not. What else have you lied to me about? How can I trust you again?" That's when the storm broke, and with it came the lightning. My sweet, tiny, beautiful little angel exploded. Screaming "YOU BASTARD!" she hauled off and slapped me. This was no love pat, this was a slap that made me see stars. She began screaming at the top of her lungs. "YOU FUCKING SNOOP! YOU SPY ON ME AND THEN TALK TO ME ABOUT TRUST? I HATE YOU! GIVE ME YOUR KEY BACK AND GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!" I handed her the key, and she pushed me out the door, still screaming, "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR STUPID FUCKING FAMILY AGAIN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She slammed the door behind me. Friday June 3rd, 10:00am Since Katie had thrown me out, at least I was able to go home and get a decent night's sleep. The next morning I felt pretty good, physically. Emotionally, I was a wreck. The girl I wanted to marry had lied to me and thrown me out. My mother was supposed to be my exclusive fuck-toy, but for some reason kept seeing this Duane guy. Could things ever go back to normal, and what was normal anymore? Did it mean moving back in with Toni? Also, there were a lot of unanswered questions about Jennifer. While I was assembling a new bike to put out on the showroom floor, Roger came in and sat down at his desk doing some paperwork. "Hey, Roger," I said to him, "What do you know about this guy Duane that my mom's been seeing?" "Duane Rose? I know Duane. He's a really nice guy, wouldn't harm a fly. You'd never know that he flew helicopter combat missions in Vietnam." I stopped my work for a second, stunned. "Wait. Duane was in Vietnam? He's old enough, but Duane a combat pilot? I would have never guessed." Roger leaned back in his chair and lit his pipe, then continued, "Duane and I were in Vietnam at the same time, right at the end of the war. You know the picture of the helicopter evacuating people off the roof of the American embassy in Saigon, April 29, 1975? I'll never forget that date. I was one of the last Marine guards to leave the American embassy." He stopped for a minute as if reliving that day. Finally my boss continued. "Duane was a combat helicopter pilot. He flew a ton of combat missions, but his final mission was to evacuate people from Saigon before the NVA moved in. He was in the air 17 hours straight, no rest, just shuttling back and forth between the embassy rooftop and the aircraft carriers. At day's end, the war was finally over." Roger looked up at the ceiling, lost in his memories for a moment. "When Duane was discharged he threw away his medals and never talked about the war again. But I haven't forgotten; I'll always be grateful to him for evacuating my jarhead ass from that rooftop." I was stunned. Based mostly on that stupid ponytail and my own jealousy, I had totally misjudged Duane. I'd have to make it right with him after I got my women problems sorted out. Friday June 3rd, 3:30pm For the first time in a week I had a super productive day. I had finished all the new bike prep and the other repairs that needed to be done. I was cleaning up the shop to go home, when I heard Katie's voice on the other side of the wall in the restroom of DreamKleen. She sounded very upset, almost crying. Morbid curiosity got the better of me, and I pulled a crate up next to the wall and stepped up, peeling the poster back so I could hear what my now-ex girlfriend was up to. Through the grate I could see she was on her cellphone. I sighed inwardly. So near to my love, and yet so far. "Omigod, Tiffany, I totally fucked things up" she was saying. "I lied to James about my credit cards and he found out. I guess he's not as dumb as he seems, huh? He was a prick for snooping, but instead of trying to smooth it out with him, I blew up and threw him out. What should I do? He was so in love with me, and I know I could have gotten him to propose, especially if I lied and told him I was pregnant. He would never walk out on me, like his dad did to his mom. As much as we've been fucking, he'd totally believe I was knocked up!" She paused, listening to whatever Tiffany was saying. "Hey, maybe that's an idea. You can go in to the shop acting all innocent and stuff and then talk about me, and tell him how sorry I am and how much I want him back." She listened to Tiffany's response. "Oh, you know what? Even better, tell James I miss him but my ex-boyfriend Brad asked me out, and I don't know what to do because I want James back instead. That'll be perfect! He gets like crazy jealous, so that will bring him back to me in no time. Give him your key to my apartment, act like you really shouldn't but you're such a good friend you want to see me happy again. Perfect! Text me as soon as you can! Bye, Tiff!" I stepped off the crate, not bothering to out the poster back up. Holy shit! Not only did my pious and innocent little sweetheart turn out to be a slutty gold-digger, but a manipulative little she-witch as well. I had to hand it to her, using her best friend as a henchman to help her carry out her plans was impressive. I now saw Katie for who she really was. Initially, I had thought she was a sweet and innocent girl who was no match for Toni. It was part of what attracted me to her so much, and I had fallen hard for it! Now I realized I had been the chips on the table in a high-stakes game between two professionals all along. Friday June 3rd, 4:30pm Things were slow, Roger was out running errands, and so I decided to close up shop early. I had changed out of my coveralls and back into my jeans and a t-shirt and was I was in the shop area cleaning up when I heard the bell announcing a customer in the showroom. I went out to wait on them. Not unexpectedly, it was Tiffany. I had to give the girl credit; she had wasted no time, although her look had changed significantly since I saw her a few months back. At 6'2", Tiffany had been a star player on the girl's high school volleyball team. She had even gotten a scholarship from a university team after graduation, but something went sideways in her life and she'd dropped out. She was still tall, but she now had a Goth/bride of Dracula kind of look - pale foundation on her face, with lots of eyeshadow and eyeliner and dark blue lipstick. Her formerly long brown hair was now a dyed black and cut in a short bob with one side of her head shaved. She wore a long black duster coat a wide belt and spikes at the waist, and black leather boots. Rounding out her Goth ensemble were black leather fingerless gloves and a spiked dog collar around her neck, with multiple studs in her left ear and a long gray dangly earring that ended in a hangman's noose. "Hello, Tiffany," I said, "Judging from the way you're dressed, I'm guessing you're not here for a bicycle." She stepped up close to me, and the way she moved reminded me of a tigress stalking her prey. Her bizarre appearance was surprisingly stimulating, and I caught a light scent of tangy perfume, a combination that made my cock stir to attention. "I heard you and Katie broke up," she said, in a seductive growl, "so I stopped by to see if I could...help." "Let's go in the back where we can talk privately," I told her. I put the closed sign in the window and locked the door. Leading her by the hand, I took her back into the shop area. As soon as the door swung shut behind us, she grabbed me and kissed me, a full-on kiss with her tongue chasing mine. I had no choice but to return the sentiment, my cock now standing at full attention, ready for action. It was weird kissing her, since her boots made her about four inches taller than me. I had to kiss upwards, but I liked it. The stud in her tongue made for an interesting effect as well. After a couple of minutes she stepped back a few inches, and undid her coat. Underneath she had nothing on. She'd used blue lipstick to color the nipples of her small breasts, and both were pierced with gold studs. She had some kind of winged snake demon tattooed on her abdomen, curled around so the fanged mouth was positioned just above her pussy. It looked like any cock that went in would get bitten off. She was scary and sexy at the same time. "If you're here to talk me into getting back together with Katie, you're not making a convincing argument," I said. Tiffany got down on her knees and quickly unzipped my jeans, freeing my cock. "Katie's a fucking cunt, and I don't give a two shits about her. It's you I care about. I've wanted you ever since you began dating Katie, but you were soooooo fucking in love with the stupid big-titted cow it was disgusting. Well, now I hope you can see what you've been missing, stud." She put her mouth around my dick and began to suck, the tongue stud now raking across my glans. I leaned my head back in ecstasy, thinking Tiffany had gotten a scholarship in the wrong sport. My dick was in heaven, but my rational mind was able to register an opinion, thinking Tiffany was just another ruthless woman manipulating me for her own benefit. I surprised myself by what I did next. I pushed her away, and none too gently, either. "James! What the FUCK?" she screamed. Coincidentally, my cock was saying the exact same thing to my brain. I pointed at the shop security camera, the red light glowing. "It's not me that's going to see what I've been missing, Tiffany," I told her. "You're going to get your skanky Goth ass out of here, and I'm going to download the footage of the last ten minutes and email it to Katie so she can see what SHE'S missing." Tiffany jumped to her feet, her eyes blazing with anger, screaming "FUCK OFF, MOTHERFUCKER. I WOULD HAVE FUCKED YOU SO HARD THAT GOOGLE COULDN'T FIND YOUR DICK! YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT, YOU'LL NEVER HAVE ANYONE AS GOOD AS ME." With that, she wrapped her leather jacket around herself and stormed out. There were tears of anger in her eyes, which of course made me even hornier, but I wasn't sorry to see her go. My cock, however, certainly was. I downloaded Tiffany's performance from the security camera video and emailed it to Katie, along with a little message chiding her for having piss-poor judgment when it came to money, love, and best friends. Hitting the send button never tasted so sweet. Locking up , I jumped into my hatchback. I was horny, pissed off, and confused. Thankfully, I was done for the week - Roger ran the retail business Saturday and Sunday but the shop part of the business was closed, and I was off. I really needed a break from all the women who'd been messing with my head this week - Toni and Katie and Jennifer and Tiffany...and even Claire. I needed to find a place where I could really get my head straight and plan my next steps. That's when I thought of the one woman I knew who didn't have an agenda; I could just talk to her. I drove home and took a shower, then shaved and changed into a dress shirt and slacks, some comfortable loafers on my feet. Then I drove to the lounge at the Grand Marquis Hotel. Friday June 3rd, 7:00pm Renee Barnes, Roger's sort-of-girlfriend, was tending bar as usual when I walked in to the lounge. Maybe it was just because I was really horny, but she looked especially tasty tonight. She was wearing a tight low-cut yellow blouse that showed just enough of her B-cup cleavage to tease the eye. She also had on her usual butt-hugging tight jeans, with calf-high cowboy boots whose heels that made her about 6'2". Tonight her long salt-and-pepper hair was done up in twin braids. "Hey there, sugar britches, good to see you," she drawled, with a smile as big as the Texas panhandle. "Where's that hot little gal that went home with you the other night? Did you give her the sausage and then give her the slip?" I knew she was giving me some good-natured teasing, but I was fresh out of snappy patter. "Nope, Renee, just the opposite. She threw me over when I found out she'd lied to me about how much money she was spending. She was getting in way over her head, and when I asked her about it she went crazy, called me every name in the book, and threw me out." I suddenly felt despondent as the pain of Katie's loss washed over me, and I choked back a sob. Renee shook her head, and slid a vodka and tonic in front of me. "Well, that IS a damn shame," she said sympathetically. "It was plain to see you were crazy for her." How she remembered vodka and tonic was my favorite I have no idea, but that's what made her a good bartender I guess. I knocked my drink back in one gulp, and she had another set up before I put the glass down. I sipped at this one - three sips later it was gone, and I was working on my third. I could feel the alcohol starting to take effect, my body was relaxing and my senses were beginning to blur just a tiny bit. "You wanna talk about it?" Renee asked. Leaving out all the sex parts, I told her the basics of how I wanted to marry Katie but Toni was opposed to it because Katie seemed like she was just looking for a free ride on the money train. I finished my drink, then added how Toni managed to get my sister Jen involved as well, and even got Jen's mother Claire to try to persuade me not to marry Katie. Then I gave more details about how when I looked at Katie's finances, everything blew up. Another vodka and tonic came and went, or it might have been two. I was feeling slightly woozy, beginning to regret not eating any dinner before coming here. Renee poured me another. "james, it sounds like you were caught in the middle of a real Texas pussy-twister. No wonder you're confused." I grabbed a handful of peanuts to eat, as if that was going to counter the effects of the vodka on an empty stomach. Renee leaned forward, and said in a low voice "I'm going to tell you something, James, and you need to listen closely, OK? It's important." I nodded my head, trying to focus on the gorgeous woman in front of me. I wanted to propose to her, but that may have been vodka-fueled thinking. "Look me in the eye." I did, and they were beautiful blue pools that I wanted to go swimming in. Boy, Renee sure was pretty. The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 05 She could see my attention drifting, so she slapped me lightly. "Pay attention, boy. I mean it." I gave her a drunken shit-eating grin. "OK, Renee, I'm sorry." "Come on James, focus now." I straightened up my posture to demonstrate I was paying attention. "Here's a few facts, are you ready?" She held up her left forefinger. I thought to myself what nice long fingers they were, perfect for playing piano or for wrapping around my cock. "First, and most importantly, you are a good man, James. You're hard-working, reliable, loyal, and kind-hearted." "Second," she said, holding up her forefinger and middle finger, "You are what every woman in the world appreciates, except of course for that dipshit ex-girlfriend of yours. You don't judge superficially. You accept the whole woman, inside and out. You are also a romantic. When you fall in love you fall hard, loving and accepting every imperfection in your woman. You don't love halfway - you play for keeps, all in." Tears welled up in my eyes remembering how much I loved Katie. "I do, don't I?" I said, almost sobbing. She held up three fingers now, "Third, because you are a man, you don't understand a damn thing about how women think. I could tell exactly what kind of gold-digger Katie was when she performed her little teasing drama here the other night. It's a good thing you showed up when you did, James. She was going all out and loving the attention; all those men thought they had a real shot at her pussy. If you hadn't shown up, they very well may have. The more money they flashed, the more she liked it." Hearing this, I was stunned. My innocent, devoted angel? Renee went on. "This is why your momma and sister and even your sister's mother were trying to dissuade you - they could see Katie in a way you couldn't - or wouldn't. That girl Katie is a damned fool, and you should be thankful she didn't get her hooks in you. I swear to you, James, if you got hitched your marriage would have been 50% happy - her half, not yours." Just then the bar became deathly quiet. I turned and all eyes were on Katie standing in the doorway. She wore a look of relief on her face. "Oh, James! Thank heavens I found you! I've been driving all over town looking for you." Her look of relief suddenly turned into smugness. "I should have guessed right away that you'd come here with your broken heart," she said. "You miss me SO much you wanted to revisit the scene of one of our most wonderfully romantic memories." She took another step forward, her voice dropping to a seductive tone. "James, if you give me another chance I'll make sure we share a lot many more..." I waved my hands in the air and drunkenly protested, "No, Katie, you got it all wrong. I came here to get AWAY from you and Toni. I don't want to see you OR her tonight. You and she have been lying to me, and YOU fucking threw me out! So FUCK OFF!" To emphasize my statement I twirled my hand in the air in what I intended to be a dramatic flourish, but instead lost my balance and fell off the barstool. I staggered to my feet and re-seated myself, trying to salvage what little dignity I had left. My drunken brain unable to think of anything biting or witty to say, I resorted to simply turning my back on her. Katie's voice turned pleading and desperate now. "Please James, forgive me, I was all wrong. I got angry and said some horrible, awful things but I didn't mean them! When I calmed down I realized what a fool I'd been, and how much I still loved you! I'm sooooo sorry! Take me back, please, I'll do everything you say, I promise. I'll be a good wife for you, I'll stop spending money, and I'll even quit school until I pay off my debts." She was doing a great job of acting remorseful. I almost believed her. Worse yet, in my drunken state I really wanted to believe her. She kept on. "I'll do anything, James, just please take me back. You're drunk now, and not able to make good decisions. Let me drive you home and take good care of you tonight, and we can talk in the morning!" Her pleading was having an effect on me. Maybe she was still my angel, after all. I turned back facing her. Seeing this, she moved towards me, but Renee suddenly reached across the bar with her long arms and pushed Katie back, my ex-girlfriend losing her footing and falling to the floor. I was too stunned, and too drunk to even try to help her up. "Back off, you little bitch," Renee roared. "You're nothing but a cheap little tramp, and you threw this man away like he was a soiled tampon. He's not coming home with you tonight or any other night, and if you don't like it, well that's just tough fucking shit!" My vision and balance weren't doing so hot at this point, but I could hear the collective gasp from the other bar patrons just fine. What the hell was happening? I wasn't sure, but my dick was getting hard about it! Apparently, Katie wasn't the only one who had a temper. It was plain to see Renee had a full head of steam now; still shouting, she pointed at the door. "Get your money-grubbing ass out of my bar, little missy. I reserve the right to deny service to drunks and whores, and you ain't bought a single drink yet, so guess what that makes you? Now GIT!" As she said that, Renee slammed an axe handle on the bar with a crack that made everyone in the place jump, including me. Apparently this was a security system she kept hidden under the cash register for just such situations. Drunk as I was, I had to admire the effectiveness of it. Stumbling to her feet, Katie began sobbing, then turned and ran out of the lounge. I could hear her tearful cries until she made it out the front door of the hotel. "Charlie," she called to the busboy, "You close up. I'm driving this poor slob home." I felt Renee's strong arms help me off the barstool and onto my feet, and begin to walk me to the parking lot. 'Damn, what a woman', I thought. "Are you taking me to my apartment?" I asked, my speech very slow now as I tried to enunciate my words clearly. Renee laughed a little. "No, sugar britches," she said, "That is the first place they'd look for you. You need time away from all them women, especially that little tramp. If I left you at your apartment, sure as shootin' you'd wake up tomorrow with an aching head, Katie in your bed, and a ring on your finger. No way I'm lettin' that happen. Like I told you, you're a good man. If me and Roger wasn't planning on moving to Florida together when he retires, why I'd have a run at you myself." I smiled drunkenly at her. "You're pretty hot, yanno," I slurred as she buckled me into the passenger seat. "Aw, that's just the vodka talkin' James, but thanks for the sentiment." Suddenly, she pressed her lips to mine. It was not a peck, it was a soft, warm, and tender kiss. My cock began to stand at attention, but before I could react and reach for her, she walked to the other side and got in the driver's seat. I must have dozed off, but I awakened as Renee was lifting me out of the car and helping me walk through her front door. She brought me into her bedroom and sat me on the edge of the bed. She left and came back with a bowl of soapy water and a washcloth, and washed my face off. "Get undressed," she ordered. I tried to unbutton my shirt, but wasn't having much success using my fingers so I just ripped it open, popping the buttons off. She helped me get my arms out of the sleeves, and ran her hand over my chest. "Nice," she commented. "Do you have to pee?" she asked, and I realized I did. I tried to stand up, but had to sit back down again. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. "Hey," I protested, "Should you be doing that?" She pushed me on my back like a turtle and pulled my pants off by grasping the cuffs and giving one good tug like a magic trick. "Relax, James," she drawled, "You ain't growed nothing I ain't seen before." She pulled my underwear down and off my feet, and eyed my half-erect little buddy. "Although truth be told, you got a little bit more than most I've seen," she finished. She walked me over to the toilet and sat me down to relieve my bladder, then used the bowl of soapy water and the washcloth to clean up my hands and my cock. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow as she washed off my semi-hard dick, but drunk as I was all I could do was weakly smile back at her. That being done, she took a toothbrush and ran it around my teeth, then had me take a sip of mouthwash. "Spit, don't swallow," she instructed, and I leaned over the sink and obeyed. My memories get pretty spotty at this point. I remember her moving me over to the bed and tucking me in, then turning the lights off. As I slept, the alcohol gave me erotic dreams. I dreamed I was on my back and my cock was erect, and Renee was riding me. Her hair was undone and flowing, and she looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. She was smiling down at me but didn't make any noise as she rode my hardness; it was so realistic near the end I could feel her pussy clamp hard onto my cock like she was having an orgasm. It must have been a wet dream, because I felt like I had an orgasm too. Then I dreamed she lowered herself on top of me, her lips were on mine, and I could feel her nipples against my chest as we lay together. Saturday June 4th, 7:30am Despite my realistic dream I woke up alone, the tantalizing smell of coffee, eggs, and homemade pancakes drifting in from the kitchen. I felt like someone was practicing a drum solo in my head, but otherwise I didn't have any other hangover symptoms. I was hungry but not nauseated, and nothing else ached but my head. I got up, relieved my bladder, and found my pants neatly folded over the back of a chair. I put them on and walked down the hall to the kitchen. Renee was making breakfast. She was wearing a flowered summer dress, which was very pretty on her. Her silver-streaked hair was down, tied back in a ponytail. She called out over her shoulder, "You tore your shirt off last night, muscle-man, so you'll have to eat your breakfast and wait a bit until I finish sewing the buttons back on. There's some pain reliever on the table between your coffee cup and your orange juice - I figured you could use it this morning." I took the tablets and chased them with coffee. There was so much to say but when I tried to speak, my voice came out a little hoarse. Taking a sip of the orange juice, I tried again. "Thanks for taking care of me last night," I said, "and for caring enough to listen." It was all I could manage to get out. Renee brought the skillet over and put some pancakes on my plate with a well-worn spatula. "Like I told you last night, James, you're a good man. Better than most, in fact. You'll make some woman very happy some day." Funny, Toni had said the same thing about me. On the first night of the challenge she'd said I was a good man, and sometimes wished I were more of a bastard. Maybe that was it - maybe I needed to start being selfish. A combination of love and desire stirred in me. Impulsively, I took Renee's hand holding the spatula and kissed the back of it. "What about you, Renee? Do you think I could make you happy?" Pulling her hand away, Renee shook her head and laughed gently. "You're just proving what I told you last night, James," she said softly. "You accept the whole woman, inside and out, and when you fall in love you fall hard, accepting every imperfection in her. Think about what you just asked. Could you make me happy? Hell yes you could make me happy. You're quite a handsome stallion, and I'd be the envy of all my friends; and you'd best believe I'd ride you hard in bed every damn night. But it's a two-way street. The question you forgot to ask is, could I make YOU happy?" "Renee, you're such an amazing woman, I'm..." She held her hand up to stop me. "James, sweetheart, stop deceiving yourself. I'm over sixty years old. I can still do a lot of things, but I can't give you children, or a long-term future. You deserve more. When you turn forty and are hitting your peak in life, I'd be in my eighties. What kind of a life is that for you? You'd be ready to climb mountains, and I'd be almost ready for assisted living." She set the skillet and spatula on the table, took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. As I reached to pull her into my lap, she stepped away. "You know, I had the most wonderful dream about you last night", I said softly, almost pleadingly, "I didn't want it to end." "Funny, I had the same dream about you," she said, dabbing her sleeve to wipe a tear from her left eye. "But that's how it is with dreams. No matter how wonderful they are, they always end when you wake up." She looked down into my eyes, both of hers tearing up now, and we gazed at each other in silence for a minute, leaving many things unsaid. Finally she broke the silence, her confident personality returning. "Finish your breakfast, James, you're going to need to be well-fed to straighten things out today." At that moment I wanted to make her mine, but in the long run I knew she was right about everything. Renee had saved me from Katie's clutches last night, and helped me realize what I had to do today. My sister was the common thread, and I had to get Jennifer to reveal her secrets so I could regain control of my life. The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 06 Saturday June 4th, 10:30am I texted Jen. "Free 4 lunch?" "4 U, always" was her response. "I'll pick U up in the van, 12:15pm", I sent back. "Claire watch the twins?" "She's here, says she'll watch." The mere mention of Claire caused a stirring in my loins, but I refocused. It was time to get some answers. Saturday June 4th, 12:15pm I stacked a bunch of boxes in the passenger seat of the van to make it look like there was no room in the front. When I picked Jen up, I told her, "We just got in a shipment of stuff, there's actually more room in the back. You mind riding there?" "No, that's fine," she replied, "We're not going far, are we?" For the first time in a long time, I lied to my twin. "Nope, not far at all," I told her, "Just down to the Burger Shack." I opened up the back door and, taking her hand, helped her in. Instead of letting go of her wrist, I swiftly pulled a pair of handcuffs out and twisted it behind her, snapping a cuff bracelet on it. I then did the same for her other wrist. "JAMES! What are you doi-MNGH!" I gagged Jen with a rag from the floor of the van. She was still struggling, so using my leg I swept her legs out from under her; she landed on the padding I had laid out earlier. Using an extra-large zip-tie, I strapped her ankles together. To make her feel even more out of control, I tied a large shop towel around her eyes as a blindfold. I have to say I was a little stimulated watching Jennifer flop around helplessly. My sister was wearing tight jeans and an oversized button-down shirt, but no bra under the shirt so things moved about nicely. I purged those thoughts from my mind; she was my twin sister after all. Stepping out of the van, I closed the door and got behind the wheel. I drove to the south end of Cherokee Lake, taking the long scenic route. Most visitors go to the north end because the shoreline is mostly beaches. The shore on the south end of the lake is mostly boulders and cliffs, and few people went there. As it was, the gate was chained and locked with a closed sign on it, no one on duty in the guardhouse. A pair of bolt cutters took care of the lock, then I zip-tied the chain back together so it was hardly noticeable. To minimize the chances of us being disturbed, I pulled the van into the far end of the parking lot behind a grove of trees. I opened the back doors of the van and cut the zip tie holding her ankles together. I slid her to the rear door sill and pulled her upright. She stood on shaky legs. I was glad her shoes today were flats and not heels. Walking her over to a nearby tree, I positioned her with her back against it. Undoing one of the cuff bracelets, I re-snapped it so her arms were now cuffed around the tree and untied the blindfold. She squinted as the light hit her eyes, but stayed silent the whole time, not struggling. "OK, Jen," I began, "First things first. The challenge is over." Jen's eyes widened in surprise at that announcement. "Toni was completely right about Katie. I found out she lied to me about how much money she owed; it was a lot more than I thought, and she showed no sign of slowing her spending. She only wanted to marry me to get rid of her debt. When I confronted her about her lies, she kicked me out." I continued, "It gets worse. Toni keeps cheating on me with Duane even though I told her to stay away from him." I looked at her now, my intensity burning. "But the kicker is you, my sister and best friend - you've been somehow involved through this whole thing, I just don't know exactly how and to what degree." I discovered I was shaking a little from the feelings flooding through me. Struggling to contain my emotions, I went on. "I know you're playing some game with me, and I need to know what you're trying to accomplish. I brought you here because I want answers. I'm not going to hurt you, but you're not leaving until I know WHAT'S GOING ON!!" I surprised myself by shouting those last few words. In the last couple of days my heart had been repeatedly torn to pieces, and I was angrier than I knew. I pulled the rag out of her mouth and held a small water bottle to her lips, which she guzzled greedily. Some of the water spilled onto her shirt, and I couldn't help but notice how the wet material clung to her tits nicely. "James, please," she began to plead, "What are you doing? This is crazy, please let me go!" I patted her cheek gently, and then gave it a light slap. "Sorry, Jen, I'm asking the questions around here. Let's begin at the beginning. Why did you tell Toni about our engagement?" Jen said nothing, just held her head down. I reached over and undid the top three buttons of her shirt. Sure enough, no bra! "I'm going to start undressing you Jen. Every time I don't get an answer, another bit of skin gets revealed." I unbuttoned the fourth button, exposing more cleavage and her midriff. "We're about twenty miles from town. It would be a shame if you had to walk back naked." Jennifer knew me well enough to know when I wasn't bluffing - this was definitely one of those times. She looked off into the distance for a second as if thinking through her options, which were none. Then she looked into my eyes and nodded her head in acquiescence. She began explaining. "James, you're my brother and my best friend. I need you to confide in. I can't talk to Momma like I talk to you. It's always been that way. When you met Katie, she began to come between us. You spent more and more time with her, and that was hard for me. On top of that, it was obvious you'd fallen hard for her. There were things about her I didn't like, but I didn't dare say anything because you wouldn't hear it. To you, she was perfect. You can be very black and white sometimes." Renee's words came back to me about how when I fall in love, I fall really hard. I had to admit, my sister knew me well. "That's true," I agreed. "Go on." Jennifer seemed relieved I was actually listening to her, "It was obvious to me Katie was smart and ambitious. From little remarks she made here and there I got the distinct impression that when she gets her degree she plans on finding a job in some big city like Los Angeles or Chicago. If you two were married, that would mean you'd be gone too. I couldn't stand that. I didn't know what else to do, so I told Momma about your engagement to see if she had any ideas." This was sounding plausible, but I still suspected some bullshit was afoot. "OK, I get that, but why the contest?" "It was Momma's idea. She hates Katie and is convinced she's a gold-digger, but like me she was afraid if she said anything directly against Katie it would just make you more defensive. She told me that when it comes to love, men seldom listen to reason but they always listen to their cocks. She's known you've had a thing for her ever since that night she got drunk and tried to seduce you. That's how she came up with the idea of the contest. She thought she could get you away from Katie by out-fucking her." I pondered this for a bit, then asked, "If you didn't like Katie, why were you helping her?" I was standing very close to Jen now - while tied up in the van Jen had worked up a good sweat, and the scent of it mixed with the scent of her shampoo combined in an intoxicating brew. Along with my agitated emotional state, my dick was stirring. Jennifer explained, "I was trying to work both sides. I wanted Momma to win, yes. But you were so crazy about Katie, and she seemed like she treated you well. I thought if I coached her a little and got her to like me then if you got married I wouldn't lose you to her completely. That's why I gave her a sex manual from my bridal shower and I loaned her a couple of pieces of clothing. I also gave her some sisterly advice about you, like how you get can crazy jealous and how a woman crying gets you horny." I was angered, stunned and impressed all at the same time by Jen's knowledge of my emotional quirks. "Who the fuck told you about that stuff?" I demanded. She shook her head and laughed. "James, you are such a GUY. I'm a woman, AND I'm your twin sister. Living with you all these years I know pretty much everything about you." I think I blushed at this point, chagrined at my sister knowing my weaknesses so well. Regaining my composure, I got back on track and resumed my questioning. "You said you were working both sides. How were you helping Toni?" I watched Jen's face for a sign of deception, but it looked like she was being forthright with me. Either that or she was an accomplished liar. "Since I wanted Momma to win I helped her kick your intensity up a notch or two by making you jealous. When we had brunch the other day and you asked about her sex life, I deliberately led and told you it was non-existent. I figured you wouldn't believe me and you'd get suspicious. I also knew that Duane was at Momma's house for a little lunchtime loving. She had deliberately invited him as part of the plan. She actually wanted you to find them together to make you crazy with jealousy." My mind was reeling at how easily I had fallen right into the trap. "What else?" I whispered hoarsely. "I knew you were going to be at the Grand Marquis Hotel Wednesday night because I helped Katie plan your seduction. I also arranged to have dinner at the hotel restaurant with Duane and made sure I sat so you'd see him clearly, but not see me so well in the dim light. Duane actually wants to marry Momma, and I had offered to give him advice on winning her heart. Because we look so much alike it was easy to dress in Momma's clothes and jewelry so you'd think I was her." Jennifer smirked. "I guess it worked, huh?" While my emotions were being hammered by this news, my rational mind was thankfully not idle. I knew there had to be more to this. Then I re-focused, and moved in so my face was right next to my sister's. "Jen, how the hell did your birth control pill prescription get in Katie's medicine cabinet?" Jen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then answered. "I know it looks strange, James, but it wasn't for Katie's sake, it was for yours. Katie was really a virgin, yeah, but even without the challenge I knew it was only a matter of time before you guys started making love. And I know you - if Katie got pregnant, there's no way you'd abandon her like our daddy abandoned Momma. You'd marry her for sure, and I didn't want to see you saddled with an unplanned baby so young." I stepped back from Jennifer for a minute, my mind racing to out two and two together. "But what about Toni?" I asked. "She's not on birth control. What about her getting pregnant?" Jennifer looked down. "James, Momma wasn't afraid of that...because she's already pregnant." I sat down on a stump, stunned. "That's impossible, it's just too soon. We've only been doing it for a few days." Jennifer looked up, rolling her eyes. "James, I love you so much but sometimes you can be such a fucking idiot. It's not your baby she's carrying; it's Duane's. Because of the contest, Momma hasn't told him yet. They've been sleeping together for months, and not always with a condom. If it looked like Katie would win, Momma was going to tell you the baby was yours; she was sure you wouldn't leave her." The realization of what it all meant really threw me for a loop, and I sat down on a fallen log because suddenly I couldn't stand. Neither of them was risking pregnancy; it had all been all a ruse. What I thought was a competition for my love was just a carnal turf war for my cock. But WHY? If Toni had a boyfriend and was going to have a baby, why would she be so possessive of me? We could have worked through Katie's debt without all this drama. What could have motivated her? As Conan-Doyle wrote, 'eliminate the impossible, and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.' I thought about the events of the week, and of the conversations I had with Jennifer...and then like Sherlock Holmes, I finally deduced the answer. My emotions were running high - I was angry, pissed off, and horny. Jumping to my feet again I got in close to Jennifer, our bodies inches apart. Her breathing became erratic and fearful. "Jen," I demanded, "There's more to this than just Toni and Katie and jealousy, what are you not telling me?" I unbuttoned another button on her blouse, exposing her navel. Only one button remained. Jen's eyes got wide when she saw the fury on my face. She began to confess, tears forming in her eyes. As much as I enjoyed it, I was not going to let her distract me now. She blurted it out: "OK, James, I give up. I lied, because I...I was selfish. I didn't want Katie to take you away, that's all true, but I..." "You what?" Tears were rolling down her cheeks now. I did my best to ignore them, determined that she would not manipulate me again. "Promise you won't hate me," she began. I snapped at her impatiently, "Of course I won't hate you, you're my sister and my best friend! But I want the whole truth!" She replied, her voice quavering. "OK, OK!" She paused for a breath, then continued, her voice more steady now. "You know how Momma I look alike, especially under the right circumstances? In exchange for helping Momma win, she allowed me to trade places with her a couple of times during the challenge." There it was. Even though I was expecting it, I was astounded nonetheless. "WHEN?" I shouted, "When could you have possibly..." Then I answered my own question as I it came to me. "It was when Claire blindfolded me." Tears were streaming down Jen's face, and she sobbed. She didn't answer, only nodded. Finally she continued, "After you took Katie home from the Grand Marquis, I went to Momma's and waited, then swapped places with her in the middle of the night when you were wearing the blindfold." "So Claire was in on it?" I wouldn't have believed it of Claire, but there it was. The number of women in my life who had NOT deceived me this week just dropped to one - Renee. Jen pleaded, "Please don't be mad at her, James. I told Momma about you being attracted to Claire, so she asked her help. Honestly, Claire loves you and doesn't want you to leave either." Claire loved me? Loved me in what way? That was an interesting point to ponder, and for a brief moment I was distracted by the significance of it. However, time was short so I re-focused on getting the truth out of my sister. I ran the scenarios through my head. Something didn't add up. "Wait, you said a couple of times. What was the other time?" I demanded. "I was with Toni last night. I know it was Toni because her nipples were pierced. I made her pierce them yesterday to mark her as mine and get Duane to back the fuck off." Jennifer said nothing for a moment, just looked at me with loving eyes. "Undo the last button," she whispered. I did and the blouse opened fully revealing two beautiful freckled breasts very similar to Toni's - including the rings in her nipples. I couldn't help myself; even though this was my own beloved sister, I could not resist cradling her beautiful tits in my hands. She gave a slight gasp of pleasure, then continued to explain "Momma called me from the car as soon as she finished getting her nipples pierced and had me run down to Doggfather's to get mine pierced too." My eyes were wide with surprise. "Wait, then that means..." "Yes, you bastard, it was my ass you spanked and my pussy you fucked; and it was also my ass you fucked. It was my first time, and it was quite a surprise because Momma never told me she'd done that with you. I've never even let my husband do that; thanks to you it hurts to sit down right now!" "Why didn't you say something? And what did you mean about Claire helping the two of you?" "I didn't say anything because I was afraid if I told you what I wanted, it would change things between us, maybe drive you away. As to Claire, I want another baby and Claire wants another grandchild, so she was all for helping me to conceive." I was shocked. "But Alan's her own son! Why would she want to have a grandchild that wasn't his?" "Remember I told you at lunch last Tuesday about Alan not being able to make another baby?" "Yes," I said. "It's not that he can't - it's that he won't. We've been fighting a lot about it." I continued my questioning. "OK, so what does that have to do with me?" Her hair was tangled and hanging in front of her face, so I reached up and gently brushed it off her forehead. Between the fact that I had unknowingly fucked my sister twice and that Claire wanted Jen to have my baby, it was having a familiar effect on my cock - it was as hard as a steel beam. "Alan and I got married and had kids right away, but our marriage hasn't been the greatest. In couples therapy he's said he sometimes resents becoming a dad so soon. Our biggest fights are about kids. I want more, he doesn't! In fact, he keeps condoms in every room, just in case we find ourselves having sex in any room other than the bedroom. He won't touch me without latex on his cock. It makes me feel like my pussy has some kind of disease." Her eyes started tearing up again. Oh, my... "But Jen, what about that stuff about IVF? I told you I'd pay for it." As astronomical as the costs were, I could handle it, because I had a secret of my own. I breathed an inward sigh of relief that I'd never told Katie about it, because then I'd be broke for sure. "There's no way I could hide the treatments from Alan, he'd find out sooner or later. Plus, I've got a perfectly healthy man in my life whose baby I'd love to carry and Alan would never know." "But won't Alan suspect something? How would you explain a pregnancy?" "Condoms aren't 100% effective, and they do fail sometimes." She winked at me, a conspiratorial look in her eyes. I could see sabotage in her future. "If he resents being a dad with the first two, what will he be like with another baby?" "I'm not worried about it. As much as he's fighting it, Alan's such a good dad to the twins I know he'll still be a good father once the new baby is here. And Claire will be happy to babysit so we can take occasional romantic weekends." One thing I admired about my sister, once she set her eye on a goal, nothing got in her way. "I want your baby in me, James. And Claire wants it as well. Heck, if she was younger I'm sure she'd want your baby in her too," Jen laughed. "Is that such a bad thing?" I can't describe how I felt other than a wave of love and calmness sweeping over me. I went around behind Jen and unlocked the handcuffs, then took her in my arms and kissed her like a lover for the first time. It was a long, slow, passionate kiss, and we were both shaking when I pulled away. "No Jen," I finally answered, "it's not a bad thing at all." I went to the car and brought back a blanket I used for picnics with Katie and spread it on the ground. Taking Jen in my arms, I lowered her down and took her clothes off, then mine. I lay down next to her and took her in my arms again. I ran a fingertip around her nipple rings, and she giggled. "No spanking or anal this time, OK?" "No, Jen, we're just going to make a baby." I snuggled my face into her hair and kissed her peppermint-scented head. I moved down and kissed her neck, and she giggled. "There's good news," I told her. "The first two times I was in you I'd already cum - I was running on empty, sperm-wise. This time, I've got a full load." I moved my hands down between her legs and spread them. My fingertips danced across her pussy and came up moist. She was ready. I moved over her and placed my cockhead on her now-wet labia. We were face to face. "Are you ready for this," I asked, "I mean are you sure?" Jen pulled my face close to her. "Fuck me, James," she whispered, and kissed me deeply. I entered her, and it was heaven. I was truly, intentionally fucking my twin sister, and I never felt so in synch with anyone. It wasn't rough, it wasn't gentle, and it wasn't romantic. It was unlike any sex I'd ever had. It was like I could feel her pleasure and she could feel mine. The 7-Day Challenge Pt. 06 Our climaxes arrived in perfect synchronized rhythm. It was almost a spiritual thing. We lay together wrapped up in the blanket until the sun began to set behind the tops of the trees. It was probably about 4:00pm. "We'd better get back before they start to miss us," Jen said. I didn't move. I held her close, her shampoo and the smell of sex combining for a comforting aroma. I didn't want to leave. I turned on my side towards Jennifer. "I need to tell you something. It's a secret that no one else knows. You know on Tuesday when I told you not to worry about paying for fertility treatments? You don't need the treatments, but I still want to tell you what it is." Jennifer nodded, and I continued. "When Roger hired me, the Country Pedaler was a sleepy little shop that sold and serviced bicycles, and I was hired to I fix them for $15.00 an hour. It wasn't much, but it was steady work even if it was boring as hell. I was always tinkering, though. One day this dude came in and he's in a hurry, he's got a plane to catch, so he leaves us this really fancy bike to work on. He wanted it tuned up for the racing season." "This bike's a beauty, all high-tech stuff, racing tires, the works, but the more I look at it the more I start to see where we can maybe add a few components here and there, fine-tune the derailleur, things like that. So just for fun, I added about $300 worth of improvements to it, all for $55, the price of a regular bike tune-up. The guy came back in, paid, took his bike and left." "The next day he came back, demanding to know what the I did to his bicycle. I tell him to cool down, I didn't hurt it, just added a few bits to amuse myself. I also told him I didn't charge him anything extra. It came out of my own pocket." "It turns out he wasn't mad - he was ecstatic! Right there on the spot he gave me a list of parts and tells me he wants me to build a custom bike for him, so I did - at our regular prices. I built the bike, the shop made $3,000. It takes Roger about two months of regular bicycle sales for the shop to earn that. I cleared it in a week." "So this guy belongs to a riding club - next thing I know, I'm getting calls from some of his club mates. As things take off, I've getting a reputation as a custom bike builder. Every time there's a bike race in the region, more word of mouth on me gets out there. The shop's gotten a lot of new - and profitable - business." "With this new business, Roger and I worked out a deal. He pays me a base salary of $35,000 for working on bikes and running the shop. On the custom jobs, we split 50/50, and my half goes towards my buying the Country Pedaler. As it stands, I already own 93% of the business, and with Roger retiring, soon I'll own it outright. I already had $50,000 saved to buy the business before Roger and I made our deal. Once the deal was made I was intending to use it to get married and help pay down Katie's debts." I stopped, a wave of sadness overwhelmed me momentarily. "I had it all planned out, Jen." A lump in my throat formed as I thought of the way things were supposed to be. I shook it off and went on. "Katie was going to quit her job at DreamKleen so I could pay her to run the Country Pedaler front office while she went to school. You of all people know how jealous I get." Jen giggled at my admission. "I didn't want my hot little wife dealing with people's laundry anymore. I wanted her right next to me every day, so I could keep an eye on her." I took a deep breath because I felt the lump in my throat re-forming. "I really loved Katie, more than you know." Jennifer put her hand on my face and stroked it soothingly. "James, my sweet, wonderful brother, believe me - everyone who saw you with her could see how much in love you were with her. The only one who didn't see it was Katie herself - she only saw dollar signs." Sensing my heartache, she hugged me tenderly and chastely kissed my cheek. "So now Katie's out of the picture, what are you going to do?" I couldn't say anything because at that moment, I truly didn't have a clue. I only knew I had a big empty hole in my heart. 4 MONTHS LATER - September 15th, 3:45pm My wife and I sat in the doctor's office, anxiously waiting for the news about her pregnancy. Dr. Jameson walked in holding a medical file and smiled. "Everything looks good," she declared. "The amniocentesis shows normal, with no sign of gestational diabetes. At your age you're classified as high-risk, but if you keep eating right and take it easy for the next few months you and your baby should be just fine." I would make damned sure she ate right; I'd taken over cooking duties to make sure my beloved ate healthy meals. Clutching my hand tightly, my wife blushed and timidly asked "what about, um, you know..." Dr. Jameson chuckled. "Just do what feels comfortable. He's a relatively young man, so I don't think you'll damage him." I could swear that her tone was almost envious. "It's just that my first husband hardly touched me when I was pregnant, but James is not like that. He...likes to touch me." Now it was my turn to blush. Dr. Jameson gave me a subtle smile and a wink. "So it would appear," she said jokingly, patting my wife's 4-month baby bump. "Mrs. Barnett, you'll be just fine if you don't do anything crazy that involves a trapeze in the bedroom. Do you think you can refrain from that kind of thing until after the baby is born?" My wife smiled and nodded. The doctor stood, turning towards the door. "Congratulations again, I'll see you in a few weeks at your next check-up. Make sure the receptionist has your medical insurance card before you go. Bye now!" As the doctor closed the examination room door, I turned to my wonderful new bride. "You were looking for an excuse not to have sex with me," I kiddingly accused. I pulled her to her feet, and held her closely, whispering in her ear. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Barnett, but I expect you to do your wifely duty every night. If people weren't waiting to use this room, I'd have you right here on the exam table." I kissed her lips lightly at first, then deeper with more passion. Her little hands slipped down the back of my jeans, gently squeezing my ass cheeks. She smiled that cute smile of hers, and I fell in love with that freckled button nose all over again. "I vowed to love, honor, and obey my husband, and I intend to keep those vows," she declared "I love you so much, Claire," I whispered, rubbing her belly where our baby was growing. I slipped the other hand under her skirt to squeeze her ass but she playfully slapped it away. "James," she scolded, "Stop trying to get me excited! You're going to make us late picking up your Momma and Duane from the airport!" I laughed inwardly; from the sound of her voice I could tell she was already excited. "Hey, they're newlyweds, too, they won't mind having more time alone. Their honeymoon was only a week," I said, speaking quietly so only she could hear, "I don't recall hearing you complain when we didn't get out of bed for the first three days of our honeymoon." She murmured back, "The sooner we get Toni and Duane dropped off, the sooner we can get home and research how we beat the odds to make this baby." I looked at her, my eyes wide and with both hands on my cheeks in fake shock declaring loudly, "Good gawd, woman! What are we standing here lollygaggin' for? Time's a-wastin'!" I took her hand and led her out double time, her laughing all the way. The nurses just rolled their eyes. They were used to us acting like giddy teenagers when we came in for exams. As we walked out the waiting room door I saw my niece and nephew coloring at the table in the kid's corner. As soon as they saw their grandma, they ran to her for hugs and kisses, which she freely gave out. Jennifer was seated, waiting for her second trimester exam. Alan sat next to my sister, slumped in a chair. I nodded at him. He didn't nod back to acknowledge me; instead he just sat there scowling, which is what I expected. Alan had been none too happy about me marrying his mother. I, however, remained highly amused that my new stepson was two years older than me, and on top of that in 5 months he was going to become a big brother to my daughter. Beaming with that 2nd trimester pregnancy glow, Jennifer looked deliciously gorgeous. She smiled at me and winked, rubbing her baby bump and holding up two fingers. Twins! I pumped my fist in a silent "Yes!" I'd tell Claire later, after we went to bed. She'd be thrilled! Claire kissed the grandkids goodbye, and we walked to the parking lot and got in the minivan, then headed for the airport. As soon as we learned Claire was expecting, as much as I hated to part with it, I had traded in my old reliable hatchback! Unlike my father Eddie, I'm taking this fatherhood thing seriously. As we drove to the airport, I thought about how after Jennifer and I made love at Cherokee Lake that day, she had a husband and kids to go home to. I had lost the fiancée that I was hoping for; I didn't even have a girlfriend anymore. As sexy as Toni was, as my momma I couldn't marry her - besides, she was in love with the real father of her baby, and Duane could marry her, and desperately wanted to! I couldn't stand in between them, no way. Renee was a darling, but she was right - our age difference was too much. Plus, it would have destroyed Roger. He had always carried on like she was just a girlfriend, but when Renee told me they were going to move to Florida together I knew she was a lot more to him than that. Then I thought about Claire. I had secretly adored her since Alan and Jen's wedding, and it turned out she felt the same way about me. She was cute, sweet, and loyal to my family. The chances might be slim, but we even had a shot at starting our own family. If we couldn't get pregnant together, we could adopt; no matter what, she'd always be the best mother and grandmother she could be. I knew the only real reason Claire had played along with the challenge was to help Toni and my sister. I was convinced she'd never deliberately hurt any of us, and never lie to me. Renee had told me I didn't love halfway, that when I fell in love, I fell hard, for keeps, all in. Well, I was all in. I realized the only woman I really wanted was Claire. After thinking it over, I bought plane tickets and invited Claire to fly with me to Las Vegas. She thought I was being crazy and impulsive, but came along for the adventure. What she wasn't expecting was me getting on one knee and proposing to her at dinner in the Eiffel Tower restaurant that first night. With the lights of the Vegas Strip shining below, she cried tears of joy as the other diners cheered and applauded. Finally she was able to squeak out "Yes". After dinner we wasted no time, getting married at a little chapel next to our hotel. Our honeymoon officially started that night. As the mile markers went by I marveled how, in spite of the odds, my 46-year-old wife was almost four months along. She was so gorgeous that I planned on getting her pregnant again and again until she said no more. My own mother was nearly six months along with twins again(!), and very happily married to Duane, who treated her like gold. As for my sister, the trip to Cherokee Lake was a success and, like our Momma, she was carrying two babies - the women in my family seemed predisposed to twins. I missed working with Roger; he had retired and moved to Florida with Renee, and I now owned 100% of the Country Pedaler. I hardly thought about Katie any more. Her boss Maria told me while Claire and I were on our honeymoon she was fired for stealing from the cash register at DreamKleen. I heard she ended up dropping out of school and marrying one of those cheeseballs from the Grand Marquis Hotel Lounge that night. From time to time I recalled how sweet she could be to me, but then I looked at Claire and realized what a favor Katie did by dumping me. Claire's voice brought me back to reality. "James, are you daydreaming? The airport exit is next. Slow down, sweetheart, or you'll miss it!" I slowed, changed lanes, and we exited towards the terminal. September 15th, 8:45pm Claire was feeling fatigued after we dropped Toni and Duane off, so we decided to have a light dinner at home and go to bed early. I cleaned up the dishes while she went to get ready for bed. I was lying on the bed in my boxers reading 'Bicycle Retailer' magazine when the bathroom door opened. Claire stepped out, totally naked and with her hair down. Her breasts had swollen quite a bit during the last month, with her darkening areolas enlarged. As the doctor had predicted, a dark line had formed in her skin down the middle of her belly from her navel to her pussy. New stretch marks were forming on her growing belly, which I would rub down with coconut oil every few days. The oil rubs always led to fucking, so I was planning on rubbing her down regularly even after the baby was born. She sat on the edge of the bed with her back to me, and handed me a hairbrush. "Brush my hair, sweetheart," she requested. I began to brush slowly, gently, savoring the sweet lavender smell of her bath lotion. Claire turned her head to look at me. "James," she said, "Do you think I'm pretty? I mean, I'm almost 47 with crow's feet around my eyes. I feel like a cow with these huge teats and this giant belly. I'm...I'm gross. What if some twenty-five-year-old decides she wants you? I'm afraid..." Big tears began to form in her eyes, which of course made me even hornier. I tossed the hairbrush on the floor and laid her down on the bed. Sliding around, I lay next to her and kissed her. "Claire Barnett, you're a mature woman with the self-confidence of an eleven year old," I softly scolded her. I rubbed my hands up and down her baby bump. "It may be the baby hormones talking, but don't listen to them." I stood and removed my boxers. My cock stood erect, rock hard, "You're my love and my life," I said as I lowered my head between her legs. "I don't want anyone else. Just you." I covered her inner thighs and the area above her pussy with butterfly kisses. Her pussy got wet as I continued teasing her, my tongue tickling her clit. I couldn't see over her belly, but my fingers pressed to her sides could feel her breathing getting ragged. I rolled her onto her side, and slid in behind her, my cock now between her thighs and rubbing against her wet lips. I reached around and traced her nipples softly with my fingertips. I didn't squeeze her tits as the pregnancy had made them super-sensitive and tender, but I rubbed my palms under and around them. I could feel a few drops of her milk leaking out. She began to moan quietly. I slipped my cock in to her wet hole, and she gasped. "Tell me who has have the sexiest wife in the world" I commanded as I began to move in and out of her welcoming vagina. "Y-y-you do," she gasped. I continued to make love with my sexy pregnant wife slowly and gently. Her climaxes were small ones at first, building in strength until finally with a screech she stiffened, her pussy clamping hard on my cock. It was a big one, and she remained rigid for several seconds until the orgasmic shockwaves receded. I continued thrusting in and out, and as her orgasm eased, mine hit, and dumping a load big enough to fill her up and spill out onto the sheets. Life was good.