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While the Cats Away

By: clinton09



 [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]

[Frustrated, horny mom substitutes hunk son for wimpy hubby; babies ensue.]

*

There was a long lead-up to what happened one fateful weekend. I have to backtrack just a bit.

Unlike many households, I did not have to move out when I turned 18. I did have to pay rent, though. I had not been accepted by the school of my choice so it was the local branch of the state university for me. I had to do that along with a day job assembling machines. It was hard work which was good for my physique but left me tired afterwards. Instead of hitting the clubs, I hit the hay, exhausted.

So I still shared a home with my parents, Mal and Sue. My father was 50 and looked the part: a bit doughy, with more hair below the shoulders than above it. 

My mother was 39, five foot one, about 100 lbs., a real MILF. She looked so hot in a bikini that her broken down hubby didn't let her sunbathe at the beach any more. She had to 'mix and match' her bikini, with an extra large top and small bottom. Her mere presence at home had an effect on me, which we will see. It's hard being 'a good boy' and not having 'naughty thoughts' when your mom is always on the brink of bursting out of her bra. Her blouses always had a big gap between the top buttons as her jugs thrust outward. With those boobs above her slim waist, mature bum, and legs like Heather Locklear, she was just plain hot.

An odd aspect to our home: we had a large house with a lot of square footage. We got it for a song because it was an old converted office suite. You could notice that just from the doors: they had flaps about halfway up them for mail and workplace memos. This would play a part in our little passion play...

When we first moved into the place, we were careful about privacy. That broke down, due to curiosity. Often then, my gorgeous mother would walk silently up to my room on her beautiful bare feet and peep in using that darn mail slot. She'd see me working out (in the nude), stunned at my improving physique. She compared her worn-out husband's pale hairy body to my tanned, six foot two, chiseled muscular body. My 'johnson' hung down some six inches at rest. Limp it was almost twice the size of her hubby's when he was at his 'best'. My hair was so long and full it was almost girlish. She thought about the gnarly old codger she was sleeping with: paunchy, bald but hairy everywhere else, with rubbery muscles and a 'johnson' too small to fit on a 'GI Joe' doll. No wonder she occasionally would touch herself 'down there' as she watched her strapping son workout. Watching me lift my 150 lb. dumbbells really turned her on for some reason. She had to move away from the door lest she her moans were heard by me. 

One fateful day she was stunned to see me on my bed, flat on my back. Right next to me on a TV table was an easel, holding up a big piece of cardboard. I was 'yanking my crank' with more and more fury; her hands went 'south' on herself and started matching me, stroke for stroke. All of a sudden, she stopped. She realized that she was missing something. She leaned into that door slot, her face almost in my room. Then she could hear me distinctly saying:

Me: "Oh, God mom, look at you; in that bikini, in bed with me, becoming my wife, getting pregnant, giving birth and feeding my baby. Mom, oh mom...."

Her husband being on one of his epic business trips (to heavens knows where), mom was alone in the house with me. She silently pivoted on her gorgeous smooth feet, the fire engine red toenail polish sparkling in the hallway light. She padded to her room, her heavy breasts jiggling, got her glasses, and tiptoed back. 

Finally she actually looked at those pictures that I had stared at for oh so many such sessions. To her shock and amazement, there was an old picture of mom by the pool, wearing a Catalina style one-piece swimsuit. Then, she noticed that I had photo-shopped several pictures from Playboy or heaven knows where (the internet?) with my mother's actual face pasted in. These photos were far more 'adult' than a mere swimsuit. They ranged from a couple having sex to a pregnant mother, another mother breastfeeding her [lucky] baby, and a picture of a wedding. Of course, where a male was depicted I had photo-shop pasted in my face.

She was about to burst into my room and let me have it when she noticed that my hand was moving at light speed. All of a sudden, I raised my body off the bed and moaned (actually more like a grunt from a male lion). Then, she saw a geyser of white liquid erupt from the head of my huge ten inch cock. It followed an arc like a rainbow, ending up ten feet away on the other side of the room. My marble chess set was ruined, the heavy pieces shattering as the whole board was pushed onto the floor.

Mom rushed back to her room. She was concerned that her excitement taking this all in might be overheard. In the apparent privacy of her room, she laid flat on her back, took out her battery powered 'friend' from the nightstand, and started enjoying what she saw. Unknown to her, once I had finished, I had thrown a terry cloth robe on and was headed to the kitchen. When I heard that weird whirring sound in mom's room, I'm ashamed to admit that I looked in on her. Using, yes, the same type of mail slot, I peeped in, seeing my gorgeous mother (in the nude) on her back, her hands holding this thing above the entrance to her gateway to ecstasy. I should've just given mom her privacy, but being the creep I was, I rushed to my room and returned with a digital camera. Now at last I would have better pictures of mom for my easel. As she cried out in orgasm, I clicked my last picture. I had no idea that mom was thinking of me as she moaned in pleasure. I also had no idea that soon my cock would be able to plunge into the unspeakably exciting depths of my gorgeous mother.

When the old man got back from his trip, mom noted that he had not dyed his hair during those two weeks, leaving him not only 95% bald but grey. We had a family tradition of going out for dinner on the week that he returned from trips, so we were out on the town. It was a family restaurant, and a divorced mother was breastfeeding her newborn right at the next table. You aren't supposed to watch, but it was a sexy sight, and I stared unashamedly. I got rock hard just looking. I didn't even notice when the 'old man' went to wash up that mom peeped under the table, seeing my huge erection framed by my tight fitting tan chinos. 

When I noticed mom staring at me, I quickly turned away from the sexy feeding exhibit and returned to matters of our own table.

Mom: "Honey, be honest, were you just staring at that nursing mother?"

Me: "Of course not, mom...why would a man be interested in a busty, sexy woman bearing her breasts, holding up her baby, sticking a finger into his little mouth, and then placing a big nipple into the lucky tyke's maw. I didn't even think it sexy that I could hear that baby drink, the 'zit zit zit' sound as he filled his little belly with all of that warm, sweet breastmilk. So, the answer is, wait, I forgot what you asked me..."

Mom laughed. Then, I felt something against my leg. My supersexy mother had slipped her beautiful feet out of her blue velvet clogs so she could play footsy with me. As her foot proceeded up my leg, it got hotter and hotter for me. She had to stop just short of the big babymaker as she could reach only so far. But, she made her point; I looked at her now, not that other woman. For the first time, mom and I expressed our repressed feelings about each other. As I stared at the other side of the restaurant, awaiting his (Mal's) return, I held hands with mom under the table. We did nothing more that night or thereafter before his next trip was imminent. Though we were 'hot for each other', I still had some reservations about doing it with my own mom. She still believed in the institution of marriage, even if hers was growing rather untenable.

His next trip came up three months later. That was three months with mom peeping in on my nude workouts and me peeping in on HER nude workouts or sessions with her battery-powered friend. 

One day, with him still on his trip, things heated up. As I watched mom working out with light weights in the nude, her perfect body damp from her exertions, I pressed too hard against the door. It hadn't been fully latched and swung open. Mom gasped, putting one hand across her fluffy, furry blonde muff, the other across her big boobs. She was shocked—not so much that I was peeping on her, but that I was peeping on her IN THE NUDE. 

I was embarrassed. I should have run off like a scolded school boy...I said 'I should have'. In the event, I decided to do a 'knight's move' [when all else is lost...attack!] I just walked into her room, lifted that nude piece of ass up, and threw her on her bed. Within seconds, her nipples had popped, erect like thumbs. Further 'south', she was sopping wet. Not to be left out, my love pole was at full staff, an iron hard ten inches. Now it was simply a matter of putting a hard cock into a sopping pussy. I did it real slowly, awaiting any protests or requests for me to 'get lost'.

Mom's eyes intermittently closed from excitement as my lengthy Johnson was sawing back and forth against her clit, toying with the slavering wet lips of her excited pussy.

Mom: "Oh, God, give me the strength. I'm so fucking horny. You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this day. There's just one thing, sweetheart. I know that you are not ready or interested in having a family, in making a baby, so you will have to be careful and pull out before you 'finish up' in there."

I had not even considered a family, or making a baby. Now that I thought about it, seeing that busty MILF mom at the other restaurant table feeding her lucky baby made me nuclear hot, so the idea of making a baby wasn't so weird after all. God, just thinking about knocking up a woman, let alone MY OWN MOM, was overwhelmingly exciting. Her warning about knocking her up made me 1,000 times hotter, and my cock 100 times harder. However, in deference to her request, I was going to pull out in time.

As I pushed forward, rolling her up so that her legs were up, her ankles bouncing on my shoulders, her sexy feet by my ears, I leaned forward and then down, pushing into parts of mom that had never been visited before. This brought off her second orgasm (later she would tell me that her 'old man' had never elicited even one.) As she moaned in pleasure, my cock tapped at her cervical area as if it was knocking on a door to be let in. I was sorely tempted to grab her motherly behind and just pump my seed, bareback, into her fertile womb. With the last vestiges of self-control, I did pull out. Plopping my huge babymaker onto her fluffy blonde forest above her sacred triangle, I returned to the rhythm of back and forth until my mighty weapon cut loose a colossal spend. Gusher after gusher erupted from my cockhead, the tiny slit the size of a coin as it 'broadcast my seed'. My gorgeous mother was covered from her tummy up to her hairdo with my manly goo. I don't mean a few drops...it literally looked like someone had a tumbler of milk and had poured it out from mom's navel to the top of her head. It was quite a mess, and I couldn't have been prouder. We kissed right after that for several minutes.

Mom: "My heavens, Jimmy! What a load of cum you had in those swollen balls of yours. Was it all saved up for mommy? God, if even a fraction of that sperm-laden goo reached my unprotected fertile womb, I'd now be on the road to 'sexy mommy' status. I know you'd be horrified if you got me pregnant, with all the responsibilities, and your fear of that father of yours."

Me: "You have it wrong mom...nothing in the world would make me happier, or more excited, than to have the right, the privilege, the HONOR, of getting you pregnant. God, how I have dreamed of that day. As to that wimp that you are married to, I don't think I have much to worry about." [I leaned back on my heels and flexed my bulging biceps, one of the few 'employee benefits' we received at that hard labor job of mine. Mom sat up and lovingly caressed my 'big guns', squeezing them to measure their rock solidness, loving the strength they represented. Then, she felt my full head of hair, actually yanking it for some reason. She felt my face, which was clear unlike the 'old man' with his skin problems.]

Mom: "Sweetheart, you know we can't go any further. I will tell you this. If I WAS going to have a baby, I definitely would prefer you to that sissy of a husband I'm stuck with. If we weren't living here, where he has a lot of influence with attorneys and judges, I'd have sued for divorce the moment I learned you desired me as much as I desired you. Let's just call it a night...okay?" [I didn't agree but again respected her request. We kissed, hugged, kissed, and I left for my room.]

Our next family night out was quite eventful. We were at a sports bar, with everyone in there really 'tanked up'. That is, everyone but my mother and I, neither of us being drinkers. Out of the blue, my drunken father started unraveling, his secrets just pouring out...in tennis, they'd call it an 'unforced error': 

Mal: [His speech slurred from three Coors Lights.] "Sue, I have a confession to make. Our company was one of the first to make deals with the new Vietnam. I went there with the first negotiation team. While in Ho Chi Minh City, the hotel had this guy who would arrange anything for western guests, from companionship to opium. Well, it was on the other side of the world, I was lonesome, so I sampled their local 'escort services'. I must say the escort I got didn't laugh at my modest size down there; it was so much nicer than you that I went back. In fact, all of my travel since then has been for that. I have used up all my leave hours and gone into unpaid status. I hope you understand."

Mom was seething. Her face literally turned red. I was thunderstruck myself, not so much about what he said but that he admitted it. While she pondered what to say, a man even more drunk than my father came to our table. He put his big ugly hand on my mother's bare shoulder, gesturing that he wanted to dance. My mom smiled and shook her head. Then his hand stayed put, sliding down toward her Playboy quality breasts almost totally exposed in the extremely low-cut dress she was wearing. Mom looked to her pathetic husband.

Mom: "Well, Mal, are you going to allow this?"

Mal: [In full drunken slurred blather.] "I would help, but he seems to be in better shape than yours truly. I think I will be smart and let him do what he wants."

Well, I had heard enough. I grabbed that bum's wrist, giving it a mean twist. Drunk or not, he saw the 21 inch guns on my arms sticking out from my short sleeve pullover and decided discretion was the better part of valor. He retreated. 

That was enough for my gorgeous mom. Married or not, son or not, societal judgment or not, she had made a momentous decision.

Mom: "Sweetheart, take me home." [She said that to ME, right in front of HIM. We left together, holding hands, taking the car that the three of us had arrived in.]

I desperately wanted to take mom as soon as we got home. To my surprise and disappointment, she would have none of it. She said that she was going to get a divorce and then we could consider it. 'Consider it?' What a downer...

Well, as I stewed on that, mom went to work arranging for the divorce. During the discovery phase of the divorce, mom's attorneys learned from his credit card company how often he had gone overseas. They also learned he had foolishly used his bank card while visiting those places. You wouldn't think 'those kinds of places' took credit, but the modern world had reached them, and they did. From the names alone, we could tell he was not going to Christian Science Reading rooms over there. This helped in court. He had inherited $1.5 million which he had foolishly commingled. My mom got 2/3rds of that or a cool million. Sweet.

Mom now disclosed that she had kept me at arm's distance because she wanted us to have an once-in-a-lifetime around the world vacation. Whereas he had traveled frequently, mom and I seldom went anywhere. Well, now we would go around the world and not in the nasty way either.

First stop was Hawaii. There, to my surprise and joy, mom revealed that she wanted to make it official. So, by the flickering light of torches on the beach at Waikiki, mom and I exchanged vows. The court's restoration of mom to her maiden name really helped. The lovely state of Hawaii did the rest, and we were man and wife. 

What a night that was. In the total darkness of our hotel suite, we lay out on the terrace on a chaise. I was on my back, the starry sky above with my gorgeous mother/wife on top of me. So that we wouldn't be heard by anyone else on the terrace in this huge Hyatt complex, we did 'it' very slowly. My warm, soft, loving mother above me, her big boobs within hand and lip range, she moved slowly and methodically. When she felt my big cockhead start to swell, she swooned down and engulfed my lips with her own. She muted her furious orgasm just as my cock exploded deep inside of her, bathing her tingling vaginal walls in a torrential outpour of my baby batter. With my love sausage remaining steel hard inside her, not much of that ocean of semen escaped her pussy lips. After that, we fell utterly silent, just feeling the warm Pacific ocean breezes gently lap against us as we lay together, joined in the only place a man and woman could be joined. 

We then flew to Japan. I was fascinated by the technical gadgets they displayed in the stores there, many of which were never imported to the U.S. Mom loved the beautiful house wares meticulously made by people whose lives revolved around making only one craft perfectly. 

Our tiny hotel room was within sight of the Ginza. The cacophony of the bustling city did not stop, even at 4am. It was humorous that we waited until the next day for quiet. The funny part was that as I plunged deeply into the fertile depths of my beautiful mother, we could hear a jack hammer working on the street outside. I was careful to hold up until he returned from a brief break and resumed his drilling; as he drilled away, I came, bareback, deep inside mom's baby chamber. Throughout this trip, I would dutifully fill my mother/wife's fertile womb with pints of sperm-laden cum. We were catching up for lost time.

Mom had wanted to travel to Vietnam, relishing the idea of making love in the hotel where her faithless hubby had caroused with people of unknown age and gender. I talked her out of it, instead heading for Hong Kong. We also visited the former colony islands as well as Shanghai. Mom lost a tiny bit at the slot machines. I broke even at baccarat, a game I hardly knew. She got slightly miffed when I went up to the slot machine that had taken her money; inserting a pound coin, I hit all cherries at my first throw. Sweet.

It was time for us to return to the good old U-S of A. We returned on an A380 Airbus. The huge plane was only one third full. That must have been a real loss for the airline, but we were delighted. We had personal service, got unlimited food and drinks due to the missing passengers, and had the run of the plane. We had only paid for coach seats, but we really hit it off with the cabin staff. We ended up in first class, with a spot in the sleeping quarters. They were strictly designed for one person, but the staff was greatly amused when we broke that rule. Talk about the 'mile high club'! We went at it like breeding rabbits. One of the stews actually poked her head in, after knocking on the door. She said that the pilots asked her about what the sound was. She had to tell all, and they said for us to cool it. The three of us laughed. Just as the stew closed the little door, I grabbed my mother/wife's perfect bum, pressing as hard as I could. As I almost compressed her into a cube against the bulkhead, her legs up and feet dangling, I pressed down. Plunging as deep as I could, I actually think I tapped at her uterus. As we kissed, mom shed a tear, knowing that THIS was a magic moment. Sure enough, I came deep inside of her. Millions upon millions of lively, young sperm were unleashed upon her defenseless and unbelievably fertile womb. I had failed up to this moment to get mom pregnant out of respect (withdrawing in time) or bad timing (cycle). Well, this time she was at peak fertility and my 'boys' were ready to do their duty. After the most passionate moment of our lives, we lay together, me on top, kissing softly and whispering words of love and devotion. I kept my big cock securely hooked up, not letting a single seed escape.


While the Cats Away



It was such a perfect night. After the passion of our coupling, we just had to escape from that little cell and get some air. We sat back down in our first class seats, the other people asleep. Although some people deplore air travel and trying to sleep that way, I always found it an enjoyable adventure. As we held hands, I kissed my gorgeous mother/wife. I whispered for her to 'have my baby'. Unknown to me, and purely coincidentally, at that exact moment my mother conceived. We slept in each other's arms, no one having the temerity of commenting about the unsafe nature of unbuckled travel.

Some women consider all men nothing more than alley cats. I always thought that was unfair. However, given the chance, maybe all men ARE that way. I was technically a newlywed. Here I was on my flight home lying next to my new wife. 

I got up to use the facility, as everyone was asleep including my mom/wife. Lo and behold, as I was about to enter the little room and slide 'occupied' on the door, I saw the head stewardess give me the 'come over here' sign. I did. We were in this alcove that had rows of microwaves for the in-flight meals (i.e. the galley.) As the older stewardess watched three ways (the pilots' door, the cabin, and us), a 29 year old brunette stewardess who had been nice to us proceeded to kneel down, sobbing "Please" as she literally kissed me 'down there'. As she desperately stripped off my pants, releasing my stiffening Johnson, her friend whispered that the brunette (Charlene) had been serviced by her sugar daddy boyfriend but was in the market for a big cock like mine that had no trouble getting hard. She figured that rich young fool would think that he had gotten her pregnant even if some stud had come along later and done the 'dirty deed'. 

She had listened (along with the blonde) to most of our (mom and me) love session and it made her hot. Charlene actually spied on us and liked my monstrous love tool. 

By this time, I was down to my birthday suit. As the senior stewardess (the blonde lookout) took a few feels of my tanned, defined physique, Charlene was carefully disrobing, knowing she'd have to look perfect in a few minutes after we finished. Just as we were about to get into it, the pilot summoned the stew electronically. Via the intercom, he said they needed hot coffee. The older blonde stew broke away from watching and made it. After delivery and her return, we caught our breaths and got into it.

Since everyone was sleeping, we had to again do everything in slow motion. While I was going in and out slowly but powerfully and deeply, the stew told me that she had made it with her young(25), pathetic sugar daddy only hours before. So, if I was going to be shooting inside of her, there was a chance I could knock her up. The point she was making was that if she was fertile (she was), his stuff would have had an eighteen hour lead on me so it was incredibly unlikely that I could come along later and win the Darwinian struggle to reproduce.

Me: "Well, I'm willing to take that risk...let's procreate!" [The two stews laughed as I proceeded to re-double my efforts.]

Being the troublemaker that I was, I tried to get Charlene off so that she might awaken someone. I stroked her clit, the entrance to her love garden, the tender, sensitive walls of her vagina, the inner walls, finally tapping at her cervix. She didn't alarm anyone, choosing instead to kiss me so hard my teeth were loosened as she muffled her screams of ecstasy. 

I was lying on the thin carpet, the fuselage being very cold. She was on top, cowgirl style. 'Ride them, cowgirl' I thought as she pounded me into the carpet. Finally, I put an end to the whole escapade, my powerful hands gripping her youthful rock hard (from being a marathoner) bum. I pulled her down and pumped at least a pint, sixteen fluid ounces, of semen laced almost 99% with potent seed. Charlene collapsed on top of me, giving the sloppiest kiss I ever received. Her tall older blonde stew friend helped her up and into another alcove where she could get dressed and presentable. I quickly composed myself. I couldn't just slink away without thanking the senior stew. I noted her thick wedding band, so I tentatively kissed her. She was startled, but kissed me back. I then kissed her ear lightly, whispering thanks for her help and returned to my seat. 

As I sat in the seat, again snuggling with my gorgeous mother/wife, I was devilish enough to hope that Charlene would conceive, here and now, with my baby. Just before the rather bumpy landing, her ovum alighted on her inner wall, affixing itself, signaling her pregnancy. I had gotten my wish for conception. But, was I the winner in the 'survival of the fittest'?

Unknown to me, after we landed, the cabin crew had their off weekend. Charlene out of curiosity took a home pregnancy test, which turned a lovely blue, i.e. positive. She now wondered who had won the genetic race: was my virility and potency enough to produce baby makers that could win a race when the other side had hours and hours of lead time. She of course couldn't possibly find out until the baby was born. Charlene couldn't tell her wealthy wimpy dude that she was doing a DNA test regarding who was the father of 'their' baby. She had to be subtle. After she applied (non-existent) medicine with a swab into his mouth for a sore in there that she spotted (also non-existent), she had her sample. The lab test package went out and came back in the mail. It was official: the perfect, healthy, male baby was not her sugar daddy's. Hooray for 'my guys'. Sweet.

When mom and I finally got home, we decided to move to Florida from our Midwest clime. At the beautiful little seaside town, we got an oceanfront home. It was perfect for raising the little one that was created on that fateful flight home, along with his four siblings that followed. 

We lived in the open as man and wife, not a single person there knowing any better. We only had to spend $7 on Clairol products to carry it off; a tinge of gray on me and no grey on mom had strangers thinking we were about the same age. 

God, I was proud to have my gorgeous mother as my wife, her belly beautifully swollen from time-to-time with the next baby expected. I was there, in the OR, for every one of the five deliveries. The staff noticed that we were emotional as the delivery progressed. They thought it was out of concern or (in mom's case) pain. They were wrong; mom told me that it felt like an orgasm as she proudly delivered our strong, perfect babies. Knowing that she was like that, I kept close to the operating table, my erect cock hidden. By the third baby, I almost had a mistake down there. I corrected that so that for the fourth and fifth delivery I was wearing the big condoms that fit over my oversized member. After kissing my sexy mother/wife as that beautiful baby slid out, I had to stagger out to the corridor, the condom filled to the size of a medium balloon with my excitement over the birthing miracle. 

For ten years after her divorce and subsequent marriage to me, we had heard nothing from her waste of a husband. Then the law firm that handled the divorce informed us that he had had an 'altercation' while being 'slightly inebriated' in a 'hospitality company' in Bangkok. To our surprise, not having a new wife or family to speak of, he had left mom as beneficiary on the life insurance. That money helped, given our family of seven. Mom was so surprised and thrilled at the unexpected windfall, she had an idea:

Mom: "Sweetheart, I am 49 and close to the 'change of life'. What would you say about trying for one last baby?"

I was ecstatic. The whole experience of making and having the fifth baby was so much fun that I hated to stop. We just wanted to be realistic. But now with the unexpected cash infusion, I thought what the heck. 

As we had all the kids' rooms on baby monitor, we locked the door and went at it like bunny rabbits. I didn't know if it was a last performance of baby-making (it was) or love-making (it sure wasn't), but we did every position in the Kama Sutra and then some. I came inside my beautiful mother/wife at least four times that night, exactly half the number of orgasms she had. We had decided to do a throw of the dice; if this night created a child, then great. If it didn't, then great also...we wouldn't try again.

Well, everything came off perfectly. Mom was pregnant and months later, I was right there, by the operating table, hiding that bulge in my pants. I gave her the traditional kiss and slipped into the empty corridor (it being 5am.) Unknown to me, the OR nurse that had attended our last two deliveries had followed me out. So, as I bent over to undo my fly and take off the condom, swollen with sperm-laden cum, the nurse tapped me on the shoulder. I was stunned, almost closing the zipper on my still hard cock (ouch.) To my surprise, she put out her hand, as if commanding me to turn over the incriminating evidence. Was she going to have me up on charges? She took the condom and knotted the top of it, securing it. To my even greater surprise, she pinned me up against the hall wall and laid a furious kiss on me. She whispered that she was going to find a good home for all of this wondrous seed, her elderly husband quite impotent at his age. 

I got the message and kissed her back, whispering for her to 'have my baby'. Months later, she called; finding me home alone while my mom was out with the kids, she told me that she had done just that; I had another small family: twins this time. Sweet.



While The Cat's Away...



 A really quick one, just an idea I had which may or may not go further depending on the response it gets. Feedback and messages are very welcome. 

*

Amber's bedroom window was open, the curtain flapping in the breeze as Mark looked up. He turned his head and watched as a car approached along the road but turned at the end of the block and disappeared slowly in to the quiet suburban night. He looked back up, then across at the other windows, all the lights were off. He checked his watch, it was a little after one. He raised his hand and gripped the drainpipe, lifting his foot on to the lattice between the wisteria and pushing himself up. You could say what you liked about Mr Lawson, he may be a controlling nutcase with ideas about his daughters that belonged to the fifties, but the man could make a sturdy bit of trellis. Another car appeared, cruising slowly along the road, Mark flattened himself against the outside of the house as best he could. 

"Jesus, don't these people sleep?" he muttered to himself, praying that the occupant of the car wouldn't turn and spot him.

The car didn't stop and Mark breathed a sigh of relief, hauling himself up to Amber's window and peering in to the darkness of her bedroom. 

Amber's parents were bordering on the fanatical, always going on about 'a healthy body and a healthy mind', fuck knows where they'd got their ideas from, Amber had said that both sets of grandparents were perfectly decent, normal people. Her parents had them all exercising every morning, running as a family up to the ridge over-looking the town and back again while normal, unhealthy people coughed through their first cigarettes and swore never to drink again. Amber didn't drink either, so Mark had got his courage this evening from knocking back gin instead of beer or whisky. She'd been quite clear that the taste that lingered in his mouth from gin was preferable. Anyway, Mark reminded himself, Amber's psycho father was away at the moment, out of town, so he was already feeling pretty confident. If the worst came to the worst he'd have to deal with her mother, not something he wanted particularly but she was far less likely to chase him down the street with an improvised weapon of some kind.

The lump under Amber's duvet moved and let out an impatient sigh. Mark grinned and pulled himself in to her room, slipping his shoes off his feet by the window and quickly pulling his shirt off over his head. He approached the foot of the bed and ran a finger across the sole of Amber's bare foot protruding from beneath the covers, she squirmed, her foot quickly disappearing. Mark smiled and pulled his jeans open, lowering them along with his shorts and easing them over his feet. He lifted the end of Amber's duvet and looked down at the pair of legs in the dim light. 

They'd had this arrangement for a couple of months now. Amber's parents were pretty vocal about their thoughts on her having a boyfriend, let-alone him being in her bedroom. So she'd leave her window open and he could sneak in, they'd have to be quiet but they could manage that. There'd been times when not a word had been uttered between them, their bodies doing all the necessary communication. He'd slip in between her thighs, find her wet and eager, they'd gasp and moan their way through their cautious love-making and he'd leave her panting as he pulled his jeans back on and climbed out of her window. The next day at school they'd be able to whisper to each other how good it'd been, maybe even duck out of sight for a quick fumble, hands frantic under their clothes.

Mark knelt on the foot of the bed, holding the duvet aloft and staring down at Amber's body lying face-down. Her legs sightly parted and stretching up to her bare arse. He ducked his head down and let the duvet fall on to his back as he crawled up her body, kissing her calves, the backs of her knees, feeling her move impatiently in the pitch darkness. His heart began thumping harder in his chest as he reached her butt and gently kissed each cheek, massaging them with his thumbs. Amber groaned in to her pillow then pulled it out and placed it on top of her head, muffling her contented little sighs even further. Mark grinned and continued up her body, feeling his way with soft brushes of his fingers and long licks with his tongue, he knew that drove her wild. 

Turning his head he licked down her flank, low beneath her armpit, nuzzling the tender flesh and softly grazing it with his teeth.

"Mm, yeah," she groaned from somewhere under the pillows.

Mark resumed his journey up her spine, lightly biting her shoulder blades before moving on to the back of her neck, brushing her dark hair aside with one hand while the other took his weight, holding him above her, his knees between her thighs as she spread them wide for him. He lowered his head and bit the back of her neck, sucking it hard as she gasped and moaned beneath him. Moving his head he kissed along her shoulder, licking her skin and then opening his mouth wider to bite again. Amber moaned something incoherent and wriggled away from his teeth. She was right, he was getting carried away, no biting anywhere it might be seen, that was one of their rules. He kissed her tenderly and moved back to nuzzle against her neck.

"New body-wash?" he whispered.

Amber moved her head under the pillow and he guessed it was a nod.

"It suits you," he replied, "smells kind of, enticing."

He grinned and kissed back down to her shoulder blade, biting her again. She lifted her hips, bumping her butt up against his body and grinding it against him.

"You want it?" Mark hissed.

He shifted his weight, moving his hips up and feeling Amber radiating her hunger as his cock neared her eager body. He closed the gap, feeling the first touch of her tumescent lips against his throbbing head, she moaned and pushed back with her body, obviously wanting him to enter her. Holding himself above her always made him feel like an animal dominating his mate, but the way she was lifting her hips to tease herself over the tip of his manhood made him want to take his time, to deprive her of what she was requesting for just a little longer. He lowered his head and sunk his teeth hard in to the edge of her back, hoping it was low enough to be covered by a tanktop. 

"Fuck!" she groaned, slumping back down flat on her bed.

Mark reached down and ran a hand up the back of her thigh, dipping it down until his fingers pressed in to the hot apex, finding her wetter than he'd expected. He turned his hand, groping her butt hard, smearing her juices on to her body then crawling backwards to lower his mouth and lick her clean once more. Kneeling again he grabbed both of her cheeks, squeezing them, pressing them together then spreading them apart, wondering how she'd react if he bent down and brushed his tongue over that inviting, twitching little hole. He settled for biting the firm flesh of her arse instead, licking and gnawing his way back up her body until he was once more positioned above her. She raised her hips again, immediately finding Mark's thick cock and brushing herself against it. Mark relented, pushing forward and feeling his bulbous head penetrate to Amber's humid interior. That moment when he squeezed through her tight little hole always felt so good. He pulled back, savouring every exquisite second as he exited her, moving his hips to circle her lips, slowly, his lust disgruntled and growling deep inside him until he popped his head back in to her body.

"Fuck that's so good," he breathed, "I've been looking forward to this all day."

Beneath him Amber wriggled her body, grinding herself up.

"That pair of jeans you were wearing today," Mark groaned.

They'd been impossibly tight, she'd sat in front of him in the classes they'd had together, pushing them down as she sat in her seat, showing him that she was naked beneath them, then bending over her desk when the bell had gone, the contours of her lips clear as day.

He pushed himself deeper and she contracted around him, that was new, she'd never done that before, squeezing him inside her, massaging his length.

"Ugh, n-uh, uh fuck," he gasped.

Amber held him tight, he could feel himself throbbing inside her. When she released him he pulled back and thrust in hard, eliciting a sudden whimper. As he pulled back again she raised her hips higher, seeming to invite him to continue. He plunged back in with a grunt, grinning as she whimpered again, the noise morphing in to a wanton moan as she ground back against his fully impaled spear. 

"You want it harder?" Mark hissed, leaning down to the base of her neck and biting her again.

He felt her push her butt up against his body as if she were trying to sink him deeper in to herself. With a wicked grin Mark eased himself back out until Amber's lips teased around the swollen head of his cock as he circled her. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he drove himself fully back in to her, feeling her body accept him and close around him, tensing and locking him in place. Slowly she began to massage him again until he was permitted to move inside her once more. 

He thrust with his hips as she convulsed around him, their bodies seeming to synchronise in to a perfect rhythm as they danced together in her bed. The only sounds were the occasional wet slap of skin on skin and muffled grunts and whimpers of mounting pleasure. Mark was up on his knees now, having pulled Amber's butt up until she knelt before him, her body still beneath her duvet as he fucked her. Normally he wouldn't dare be so brazen as to kneel naked in the middle of her bed, if someone walked in there'd be no quick cessation of action, no chance to lie still and hope the extra large lump in the bed was dismissed as a trick of the dim light. Tonight felt different though, the way Amber was moving encouraged him to do what felt right. 

Amber pushed her thighs together, tightening herself around Mark, he slowed for a second, his orgasm glowing up like a beacon in the night. She was pushing back harder again now, her moans and whimpers becoming pants and urgent gasps as he slotted himself back and forth between her tight lips. Her body moved, obviously she was raising herself up on her hands under the duvet. Mark grinned and tightened his grip on her arse, his body slapping against it as he pounded her, caution thrown to the wind with regards to how much noise he made.

"Fuck you're good," he grunted, "fuck, you want me to cum in you, huh? In your tight pussy?"

Amber nodded her head desperately, Mark felt her fingers slip around the base of his cock, exploring his girth as she lubricated them then began teasing her clit. Her free hand reached up and grabbed hold of the headboard, taking the weight of her upper body as it rocked back and forth on Mark's cock.

"Uh, oh God I'm nearly, uh, oh fuck," she panted, her usual perky lilt replaced by a deeper needy utterance. 

He pounded harder in to her tight pussy, his body slapping against her bare arse. Fuck she was good, she was squeezing him as he moved back and forth, dancing her lips around every inch of his thick, hard cock. She was matching him, thrust for thrust, fucking him just as rampantly as he fucked her. Usually she was very willing and occasionally she'd lay him on his back and take control, but this was something else, this was a mutual fuck, two bodies becoming one. Mark liked this new side to his girlfriend. 

He could feel his climax surging up, ready to gush as a torrent in to Amber's body. She was bucking and writhing on him, squeezing him, milking him as she came, her body continuing to spasm around him as he pushed himself up and over the edge on to the summit, erupting, sending a wave of his semen deep in to his girlfriend. One hand stayed on the clammy flesh of her arse as he reached up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Another spurt fired off inside her quivering body, seemingly sucked from his pulsing shaft by her contracting lips.

"Fuck," Mark sighed. "Fuck me. That was the best ever."

He dropped back on to his haunches and slowly pulled the duvet off her body, exposing her figure still on all-fours but limp. That'd been incredible, he wanted to turn her over and kiss her, to lay in her arms for the rest of the night or at least for a while before he left. Jesus, she was good tonight. She raised her head, her fingers leaving her clit to brush her hair back behind her ear before she turned and looked over her shoulder.

"Is that how you do it with my daughter?" she smirked.

"Mrs Lawson?" Mark gasped, enough blood finally finding its way back to his brain for it to catch up with his eyes.

Amber's mother rolled over and leaned back against the headboard, pulling the duvet back to cover herself a little.

"What the fu-"

"There'll be no cursing!" she snapped quickly, her face then breaking in to a huge grin, "I'm kidding Mark," she winked.

Mark backed away, getting to his feet and absently covering himself with his hands.

"Why so modest?" she laughed, rolling over and reaching to Amber's bedside cabinet.

"I, er," Mark began, dumbfounded.

"You, er, what?" Amber's mother mocked, one hand rifling noisily through the contents of Amber's drawer, "ah, here it is," she announced to herself, sitting back up with a packet of cigarettes. "Want one?" she offered.

Mark shook his head slowly as he watched Mrs Lawson pull a cigarette from the box with her lips and then take the lighter out too. 

She sucked back hard, holding her smoke as she rested her head against the headboard and closed her eyes, bliss sweeping across her face before she exhaled in a long column straight up.

"Nothing like a good smoke right after a good fuck," she sighed, "of course, this isn't much like a good smoke, what the hell are these things?" she picked up the box again and looked at it. "Still, no complaints about the fuck," she winked, a salacious smile looking Mark up and down again.

She took another drag and laughed quietly as she gazed lazily at Mark; he was still rooted to the spot at the foot of the bed, both hands covering his crotch.

"If you don't let go of that you'll go blind," Mrs Lawson laughed. "Relax Mark, come and sit down. You're not in trouble." she sighed as Mark stayed where he was. "OK, I suppose you deserve some kind of explanation." 

Mark crouched down, keeping his eyes on his girlfriend's mother as his hand reached for his jeans. He straightened up and bent forward to pull his shorts back on.

"You're not leaving us already?" Mrs Lawson laughed.

"Mrs Lawson, please, can I just-"

"Call me Anita, for Christ's sake Mark, you just fucked me silly, I think we're past such formality." She sighed and rolled her eyes, beginning to get impatient.

"Sorry, Anita," Mark began again, "I'll just go, you won't hear from me again, I promise, I'll leave Amber alone too, can I just go?"

"You're free to go if that's what you want Mark, of course," Anita replied, sitting up and shrugging, holding the cigarette between her lips as she pulled her long dark hair back and fixed it in a ponytail. "I'll tell Amber that you had to go, I dare say she'll be a bit disappointed, I know I would be."

"Where is Amber?" Mark asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Anita grinned, moving to the edge of Amber's bed and getting to her feet.

"I was hoping you'd ask that," she said, a smile toying on the corners of her lips, "if you're quiet I'll show you, maybe it'll explain a few things."

Anita took Mark's hand and led him to the bedroom door. She stopped and picked up a gown, slipping her arms through the silk sleeves but leaving it untied across her body. At the door she stopped and turned to face him and putting her finger to her lips. Mark nodded and stepped out on to the landing behind her, glancing down to check out her butt just visible below the gown as she walked in front of him. All that exercise really did keep her in good shape. OK now he knew who she was and could see her properly it was obvious that she wasn't quite as trim nor firm as her daughter, but she'd still pass for someone ten years younger than she was.

There was a soft orange glow under the door of one of the back bedrooms. Anita held her hand up to Mark's chest, stopping him and tilting her head as she listened. Mark concentrated for a second and heard a soft moan. Anita flicked her eyes up to meet his and grinned, nodding as she turned and opened the door a crack, peeking in to the room beyond. Mark waited behind her, intrigue and newly rising lust making him impatient until she moved aside and let him look. He felt his cock begin to stir again immediately as his mouth dropped open. He turned briefly to look back at Mrs Lawson who gave him a broad smile and winked before pushing the door wide open and stepping in to the room. 



While The Cat's Away...



It's Saturday and one of those wonderful mornings when I awake gently with the realisation that I have no commitments, nothing I have to do, and am alone for once. My husband Tom has gone to play golf and I had heard another car leave with Beth, the beautiful university student lodging with us for a while until she finds digs, off with her boyfriend for the weekend.

I am alone.

It is rare for me to have space like this and with the warm feeling inside I know that I need some release – let's call a spade, a spade – I need to masturbate. I've worked for it, I've earned it and nothing will stop me from doing it.

I hope you can tell that I'm comfortable with my sexuality; I know what I like, my husband likes what I know, and after the luxurious sex we had last night, I'm ever hopeful that he need stray no further than my side of the bed.

I like to prepare for my time alone. The sun is shining in through the window and it's warm so I fold back the duvet and get a towel from the bathroom because if this goes to plan, I might well need something to absorb the excitement. Going to the bedside table, I take my time in choosing my weapon; in fact weapons on this occasion – a beautiful glass dildo that I put into a mug of hot water, and a two-battery rocket vibrator – the combination is deadly.

Taking off my thin white cotton nightie, largely transparent through age but adored by Tom who often watches me with eagle-eyes while pretending to read his book, I lie back on the bed and take a long, deep breath. Life is good and about to get better. I lie still, savouring the moment, and then with both hands gently tease my nipples – they harden to the touch and that lovely tingle spreads down my body as if connected by acupuncture points to my now moistening pussy.

No toys yet; I must resist or this glorious time will be over too soon. Slowly my right hand moves to the centre of the universe, that place that makes all problems disappear for a while and which gives meaning to life itself. I touch my clit and suck an involuntary breath through my teeth. This is good.

Damn – what was that? I'm sure I heard something. How could that be? Everyone is out and I have my own time, for my own pleasure. Frustrated and annoyed, I wrap the towel around me and go out onto the landing to find out what it could be. I can hear a strange noise from Beth's room – but she's away. Creeping slowly forward, I can see through the slightly open door the glorious Beth lying on her front – she's completely naked and on top of the bed, with her iPad propped on the pillow, clearly watching some porn – it looks from a distance as if there are two girls in a 69 softly licking each other's pussies as the tension mounts. Beth appears completely absorbed in what she's watching and her gorgeous arse – yes I can be vulgar, but this really is a gorgeous arse - is poetry in motion. She is clearly watching the porn and very gently rocking her hips so her pussy is just rubbing along a ridge she has made in the sheets – this is hot – I can imagine the delaying effect this approach would have on my own orgasm and therefore the intensity when she comes will be breath-taking. Lucky girl – why don't I go back to bed and do the same. Two things hit me at the same time – firstly it must have been the postman and not the boyfriend collecting Beth, and secondly, why don't I watch and touch myself here, very quietly, rather than go back to my carefully created, safe little 'play-station'.

No decision.

Very quietly, I put my hand inside the towel and start to stroke my clit while watching the delicious globes of Beth's bottom rock gently forward and back. I'm neither lesbian, nor bi- but this hasn't dawned on me yet; I'm just captivated by the sight in front of me. I don't think I've ever seen anything so erotic in all my life. She's tall, blond, has blue eyes and is everything I should be jealous of, but somehow another human being, indulging in something not only natural but seeming so right, is a real turn-on. I stroke some more, and my breathing gets shorter while my pulse gets faster. I don't even notice when the towel drops to the floor.

Beth's breathing and pulse appear to be following the same road and before long she plunges her head into the pillow to the side of the iPad, her bottom thrusts her pussy into the bedclothes and I can just hear the deep moan of her pleasure as her orgasm engulfs every part of her that I can see ... and that's all of her. I stand motionless, captivated by what I have just witnessed, but realise that she will hear me if I move. I stop breathing; I stand there like Lot's wife as rigid as a block of salt. My towel is round my ankles and my second and third fingers frozen either side of my clit like a finger stuck to a metal dish just taken out of the freezer. She turns to face me; I tremble not knowing where to look or what to do. She blushes, clearly mortified by what I had witnessed and apparently embarrassed by what she is seeing. I'm still captivated by her gorgeous body and my brain is boiling with contradictory emotions – to stay and stare, or take fright and flee.

"Mrs ..."

"Beth ... I ..."

Neither of us knows what to say or what to do. Beth makes the first move, sitting on the edge of the bed and smiles. I don't know where to look. I've started to tremble and my hand at last moves from my tingling pussy but I don't quite know what to do with it. Without thinking, I lick my fingers and taste the reason why this is all so forbidden.

Beth stands and I look her up and down and decide that now is the time to turn and leave, pretending none of this has happened. She slowly approaches me looking straight into my eyes silently compelling me to stay where I am. After what seems like an eternity, we are standing toe-to-toe, breast-to-breast, still staring deep into each others eyes. She hugs me and time stops. All my systems are screaming 'no', except that part of me that is still back in my own bed longing for release. I hug her back. No word is spoken but Beth leads me to the bed and softly lowers me on my back, caressing my body and touching places that leave me incapable of response other than the quiet moan that escapes my lips. She kisses me and then slowly works her way down my body, pausing only at each nipple, kissing, sucking and gently biting them until they stand out like hard bullets before moving inexorably toward heaven's gate. Suckling on my pussy, and licking my clit, she swings her leg over me and gently lowers her own perfection onto my mouth where my inexperience turns into experience in very short order, judging by the problems she has eating me and moaning at the same time.

Is this infidelity? Nothing will change my lifelong relationship with my husband, so is this just fun, like going to the opera or playing golf, or have I betrayed everything I believe in? Actually, at this moment, I'm not thinking about that. The ethics will have to come later, as frankly I could never look myself in the eye again and ask "what did you miss with that decision to say no?"

I digress; we are both building to a huge climax, my first and her second, but she has age on her side so perhaps it will be a tie – simultaneous orgasm is a target that Tom and I strive for but seldom achieve – Beth and I are somehow in tune and as we both lick, nibble and suck, we can sense the wave building to the point of no return and we both come together, shaking and trembling and almost crying in the delight of what we have just done.

Silence, apart from the post-orgasmic breathing. A giggle each – such a tension-reliever the giggle; you can't beat it. What now? We hear someone else breathing – our heads turn.

Tom.

The breathing stops dead. He stares straight into my eyes – is that lust or anger? I can't tell but his eyes don't move an inch from mine, and I don't dare to move in case my world comes tumbling down around me. Thankfully, Beth has her wits about her, if not much else, and because she is not staring into his eyes, spots the bulge in his trousers. "Hi Tom, we were just getting warmed up for you". "The golf was cancelled" he says, as if in explanation for why he is now slowly removing his trousers. As if in slow motion, and without moving his gaze from mine, he takes off his shirt and socks and stands still for a moment before unhooking his boxers from his fully erect cock and slides them down his legs, kicking them into the corner of the room. Beth and I gasp, as the reality of what is about to happen breaks into our apparently comatose state. Tom approaches the bed, the cock he is so proud of thrust out in front of him – not 'bobbing' – too hard for that. Dilemma – does he fulfil his dream of bedding the gorgeous student Beth that I have seen him drool over, and appear unfaithful despite what he's seen me do, or does he fuck the wife and maintain some sort of integrity. My choice; my dilemma – not his – I take over. I push him down on the bed and as if to regain some sort of possession, lower my head to his cock, leaving Beth to watch while she gently strokes my backside as if in some sort of support for what is happening, or perhaps just maintaining a connection with what we did together such a short time ago. My oral ministrations are showing signs of being too much for Tom who is almost whimpering with pleasure so I swing my body over his face and lower my dripping pussy onto his mouth to prevent any discussion on what I plan next. I look at Beth and we both give the smallest smile to each other, and she gently manoeuvres herself over his lower body and without allowing him to penetrate her, she rubs her outer lips up and down his iron-hard cock, making each of them moan in their own way while I watch transfixed at what is going on before me. Finally Beth looks me directly in the eye and I nod almost imperceptibly and the edible Beth, two orgasms into the morning, impales what seems like an impossibly small pussy onto the generous blessings of my husband Tom's rigid cock. Slowly, slowly she lowers herself, catching her breath as she does – Tom stops his work on my pussy for a moment, savouring the feelings that only a young tight pussy can offer but is gracious enough so start again once Beth's peachy bum settles on his legs.

Everyone's a winner. Watching the intensely bitter-sweet experience of my husband screwing the impossibly beautiful Beth with whom I had just had my first lesbian experience as he eats me out, while Beth is impaled on what I suspect is a more substantial offering than her meagre boyfriend can give her, and Tom the beneficiary of this delectation at one end and a compliant, loving and still fully committed wife at the other, can only be win-win-win for all.

Beth starts to move gently up and down, and I can't help myself but lean forward and kiss her with a passion which she eagerly reciprocates. Her pace increases and Tom inevitably comes first, and who can blame him; I'm a close second with his expert treatment of my now hyper-sensitive clit, and Beth delights us both by finishing herself off with the deft ministrations of her lovely hand and her beautiful long fingers. We all collapse in a heap of sated bodies.

I'd love to say that this was the first encounter of many, but Beth moved into Hall and fidelity remains the bedrock of our marriage, but golf-widow Saturday mornings remain a special treat for me, and now I have something serious to masturbate about.



While the Cat's Away



Gloria was twenty nine and still a virgin due to her beliefs about no sex before marriage, but mainly for just being a bit shy and the not meeting Mr right. Her best friend Alison was two years her senior and been happily married to this young hunk of a guy called Conor, she was always being told about how wild he was in bed. Alison said he was a sex addict and she would often wake in the morning from sleep to find he had slipped inside her and was already plugging away. She also told me they went to a castle in Kent somewhere and made their way up to the top turret together and they had the hottest sex imaginable. Gloria of course had to pretend she was not a virgin and too had had the experience of many guys. Alison had always commented on how huge his cock was and Gloria felt she needed to see it for herself at least once.

Alison had told Gloria that she was spending the weekend in Paris as Conor had a music gig being the front man of this new romantic rock band. Gloria found out the gig details and went to the venue a large pub in West Kent, she waved at Conor and spoke to him later in the interval and asked if he wanted company after the gig and Conor said that after he helped the others clear up he could drive me back to his place for a coffee.

Conor was only 25 and was very sexy and boy did he know it, 6 ft 2, brown spiky hair, a diamond stud in each ear, he appeared to be sockless in expensive looking Italian tassel loafers and he wore spray on tight jeans and on closer inspection he was clearly dressed to the left tonight. When the loud gig finished Gloria waited and half an hour later they were pulling into Alison's house. Gloria noticed Conor reach for the glove compartment and pull out a couple of rubbers and place them in his wallet, why he would need one of them to drink coffee she did not know. After the drink Conor told Gloria to relax as he put his hand around her shoulders and began to kiss her.

Gloria told Conor that she was a virgin and he smiled knowingly and said he would try and be gentle. She put her hand on Conor's denim clad member as he hastily kicked off his slip on loafers, loosened his belt and shrugged off his spray on skinny jeans. He wore tight boxer trunks which were tenting considerably and already stained with pre come,in fact they were literally loaded with the bulk of his genitals, these were then taken down by him and in so freeing his monster to the world.

Gloria looked on in awe as it sprang up seeking attention and hitting his washboard stomach with a thud, she stared at it as if she had not seen one before. He must have been about ten inches long with a defined mushroom head which was already leaking, Conor reached in his back pocket for a rubber but Gloria awkwardly went down on him and took him in her mouth and started working him, reluctantly sucking and even blowing on Conor and after a minute she let it free, his member making an audible pop as it left her mouth. Gloria looked pleased with herself as if she had performed a party trick. She had done just this before which is how she kept my virginity, but Conor knew she would not keep it tonight. She noticed that he was still wearing his socks, they were slightly girly looking ped style foot liners which barely covered his size 10 feet. Gloria laughed at how silly they looked on his macho feet.

Conor remembered that he put a couple of rubbers in his wallet, he always carried them for emergencies like this one. He reached in the wallet and opted for a super thin condom, an unusually black colored one and without preamble he tore the foil and stretched it over his massive phallus and sat down next to Gloria. The rubber fully rolled down only came half way down his shaft and Conor tried in vain to adjust it so that it came at least somewhere close to his cods.

He reached out his hand and ran it through her hair, she in turn held out a shaking hand and gripped his turgid member and it suddenly throbbed and twitched of its own accord like a creature with its own heartbeat. Nervous she let him lift her dress and shed her of her soaking panties, Conor gently pushed her downwards onto the bed and made his way towards her.

Gloria began to have second thoughts as Conor came towards her on the bed, his skyward pointing member half in latex half out of it came closer and closer towards Gloria, his swinging sac hung quite low and was choc full of balls, she suddenly thought about kicking him right in those ripe plums of his but thought better of it.

She had changed her mind and told Conor no! but Conor was totally oblivious to her protests, telling her she needed this you need this as much as he did. Suddenly the time came and Gloria felt the tip of Conor's manhood at her entrance and he gently broke himself in up to about halfway, enough to almost deflower her and then teasingly he withdrew fully, only to then bury his full ten inches back in as hard as he could.

Gloria shouted another no! and begged Conor to take it out but he was already too far gone to even hear. Gloria was not sure what she wanted and now she had become accustomed to his girth she shouted yes! her reply was frantic and with each thrust she was almost lifted off the bed this was amazing she thought and after a few more piston like thrusts he withdrew from her. Gloria wanted to catch her breath and to check if the condom was still intact but he lifted her up in haste and speared her back on his ramrod shaft, he then walked her across the bedroom floor whilst they were still both connected to the core, her hungry vulva gloving his massive phallus with every step he took. 

They could see each other in the bedroom mirror, Gloria wondered how many times Alison had been taken with force by Conor in this room and after a brief second of guilt she homed in on her impending orgasm. Gloria wrapped her ankles around Conor's waist and started to flex her muscles around him, Conor's face started to grimace and he began to buck wildly as the crisis in his testicles was almost over.

Conor lifted her up and down rhythmically, no frantically on his thrumming shaft from the glans of it back down to his tight bloated cods. Gloria was now sobbing as her juices broke, her legs and hands were shaking and it now became difficult to hold onto him. This tipped Conor over the edge, she could feel his organ swell even further and it felt like she was being split in two like bamboo and then his testes exploded and he came in violent spurts shouting as he creamed the reservoir tip of the rubber over and over again. They both embraced for a while, both wringing with sweat. Gloria was finally set free and trembled in a state of orgasmic bliss, her love box literally on fire.

They had another cup of coffee and Conor was ready to see Alison to her car, but she had other ideas and when they were fully invigorated it was her turn to board Conor and use him this time for another long session. While the cats away she thought. Could Gloria ever look Alison in the face again, she didn't care as she found her womanhood that weekend and that was all that mattered.

THE END.

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While The Cat's Away... Ch. 02



Unlike her mother and sister, Alicia Lawson had blonde hair, it was long and wavy and bounced as she moved her head. On the few occasions that he'd met her Mark thought she looked almost exactly like a Barbie doll. He preferred the darker look Amber had. Still, as Alicia's head turned and looked at him across the room from her bed, the wicked smile and raw lust plastered across her face was enough for Mark to reconsider his position on blondes in general.

"Girls," Mrs Lawson purred, "Mark's here." 

She sauntered over to the bed, sat on its edge and leaned back on her arms, smiling at Mark.

Mark stared at the scene dumbfounded. Behind Mrs Lawson, Alicia knelt naked except for a bra which pushed her breasts together creating a deep and inviting cleavage. Tied by her hands to the headboard was Amber, with what looked like a pair of panties stuffed in her mouth. Her tee-shirt was pulled up and her bra pulled down. Below her waist she only wore a scrap of underwear which was soaked through leaving her swollen lips clearly visible. She whimpered as Mark looked at her.

Alicia turned to her sister and grinned.

"We've been having fun, haven't we sis?" she giggled.

Amber nodded and Alicia traced a finger tip over her thigh and up to the sodden cloth covering her hungry core.

"Uhmpeease," Amber groaned through her gag.

"What was that?" Alicia teased.

Anita turned to look at her daughters and chuckled.

"Alicia, I think we can probably do without the gag now," she sighed, turning over to crawl up the bed and sliding a hand up Amber's shin.

Alicia reached forward and pulled the underwear from Amber's mouth, tossing it aside.

"Uh god, please?" Amber cried immediately.

Anita teased a fingertip against the wet fabric stretched tight over Amber's lips.

"Mmm-uh, please," Amber groaned, trying to grind herself down on her mother's finger.

"She's been a bad girl," Anita grinned, ignoring her daughter's pleads and turning back to Mark.

Mark was rooted to the spot, erect and throbbing as he took in the sight of his girlfriend, her sister and their mother in various stages of undress and arousal.

"She's been keeping you from us and then when she said she would forgo our little soiree this evening I knew something was up, I knew that you'd be paying her one of your visits."

Mark's eyes widened and flicked across to Anita's smile.

"Yes, I've known about that for some time. I do love lying in bed and listening to you and my daughter trying to keep quiet. Lucky for you my husband sleeps like a log," she chuckled. 

As Anita spoke Mark watched Alicia reaching up and running a finger around one of Amber's nipples, blowing a kiss at her with a smirk before grasping the nub between her thumb and forefinger and twisting it hard.

"Uh, fuck 'Licia!" Amber gasped.

Alicia laughed and flicked the nipple.

"Alicia, that's enough," Anita said, turning quickly to her eldest daughter.

"You said we could have fun with her though," Alicia whined.

Anita rolled on to her side and reached out across the bed to stroke Alicia's thigh.

"I know honey, and you have been, haven't you?" she smiled.

Alicia looked up the bed to Amber and grinned.

"We've been having a lot of fun, haven't we," she moaned happily. "I said haven't we."

Amber nodded and Alicia pushed a finger hard through the sodden panties and between her swollen lips.

"Please 'Licia, make me cum," Amber groaned.

Alicia turned to their mother and cocked an eyebrow.

Anita turned to look at Mark again.

"Well Mark?" she asked, grinning at his obvious confusion, "you think we should let Amber cum?"

Mark sensed that a question had been asked and nodded absently as he pushed his jeans and shorts back down his legs.

"Not yet though," Anita laughed, "first she's got a little job to do."

Anita got uneasily to her feet and walked up the bed, stepping one foot over Amber's head and immediately squatting, leaning back on the headboard, her legs spread and the wet centre of her arousal on display above Amber's face. 

"Amber, I want you to lick mummy clean. Your boyfriend left a present for you in me and you're not going to cum until it's all out." 

Mrs Lawson lowered herself further, her lips spreading wider and a trickle of Mark's juice oozing out. Mark watched as his girlfriend quickly slithered her tongue up and found her mother's wet entrance, obviously she'd done it before. She probed her mother's swollen folds, letting Mark's cum seep down her tongue and in to her mouth.

"Mm, that's it honey," Anita groaned, closing her eyes and letting her head tip back against the wall, "clean mummy's dripping pussy."

Amber smiled up and lifted her head from the pillow, pushing her tongue deeper in to her mother's hot interior, lapping at what Mark had left there.

"I bet you never thought you'd see that, did you?" Alicia smirked, temporarily drawing Mark's attention.

She turned away from him and looked back to her mother and sister, running her fingers lightly up her sister's leg and brushing them over her mound.

"Uh, fuck 'Licia," Amber grunted in to their mother.

"Alicia, come here," Anita panted.

Alicia immediately crawled up the bed beside Amber and looked up at her mother.

"What is it mummy?" she asked innocently.

"Be a good girl and help your sister," Anita groaned.

"With pleasure mummy," Alicia replied, lowering her head.

Anita opened her eyes and looked at Mark, still standing naked, a thread of fluid leaking from the tip of his manhood. She placed one hand on the back of Alicia's head and pulled it harder against herself, whimpering as her eldest went to work on her clit.

Mark watched the three women, moving closer and catching Anita flashing a grin at him as he did. Amber and Alicia's tongues lapped back and forth on their mother's wet lips, occasionally meeting and swirling together. 

Alicia straddled her younger sister and idly groped her exposed breasts.

"I need to cum so badly," Amber whimpered in to their mother.

"I'm nearly there honey," Anita replied, grinding herself down on her youngest daughter's mouth and panting, "and then you can cum however you want."

Beneath her body Alicia reached down and pushed her hand inside Amber's underwear, her fingers visible through the sheer fabric, easing between the swollen lips.

"Oh god Alicia," Amber moaned.

Mark saw Alicia spreading her sister's lips, tapping her clit a few times, making her gasp and yelp in to their mother. Then Alicia withdrew her hand and turned her wrist, touching herself instead, spreading her own lips and lowering her body to better show herself to Mark.

Alicia grinned as she felt her sister's boyfriend staring at her exposed hole, knowing how badly he must want to push himself in to it. She coaxed him closer, curling a finger in his direction.

"Yes," Anita cried, "that's it girls, make mummy cum." 

Mrs Lawson had released Alicia's head now and her knuckles were white as she gripped the headboard, her body writhing on her daughters' tongues.

Amber couldn't see past her sister's body but she felt the movement of weight on the mattress and knew Mark had climbed on. He was moving closer, she could feel him between her shins, his fingers touched the insides of both thighs and she shuddered, anticipating the delicious climax he'd take her to. She loved the way they made love, she'd been so jealous as she lay tied to her sister's bed listening to their mother taking her boyfriend. But she got off on hearing it, knowing that her mother was taking that cock she'd had so many times. She waited to feel Mark's fingers on her soaked underwear.

Alicia felt the first tentative touch as Mark ran his fingers up over the curve of her butt. She wiggled against him playfully.

Anita grinned back at Mark as he looked across the girls to her, her robe hanging open, her firm round breasts shaking as she squatted on Amber's mouth and danced herself on the two tongues. She nodded to Mark, encouraging him to continue as she watched the tip of his shaft come in to view behind Alicia.

Mark took himself in his hand and angled himself up, rubbing the throbbing head of his manhood back and forth between Alicia's smooth, plump lips, feeling her warmth. She lifted her head from tending to her mother and looked over her shoulder at him, her face smeared with her mother's wetness and his cum as she nodded desperately.

Mark adjusted his grip on Alicia's hips and sheathed himself inside her in a single, fluid motion.

"Ughn, fuck me," Alicia grunted.

Mark happily obliged, pulling himself out quickly and thrusting back in.

Amber groaned impatiently, feeling the movement of her sister's body above her own as Mark fucked her.

"Your boyfriend's big," Alicia whispered to Amber as their mouths worked side-by-side on their mother's messy lips.

Mark pumped himself harder in to Alicia, forcing her face against her mother and watching Anita riding the sudden increase in pressure.

"Fuck her Mark," Anita whimpered, "fuck my daughter."

Mark tightened his grip and pounded back and forth between the tanned thighs. Alicia lifted her head again and turned to look at him.

"Faster," she managed to beg him before her mother grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her mouth back.

"Suck mummy's clit," she ordered, flashing a wicked grin at Mark before her mouth fell open. "uh, uh uh that's it baby, just like- oh my god-"

Anita bucked on her daughters' tongues.

Mark could feel his second orgasm of the night boiling up, he was going to shoot it in to his girlfriend's sister, fuck that was hot. He wondered if Amber was going to lick Alicia clean too, obviously she enjoyed doing it to their mother.

"You're going- uh fuck, make mummy cum," Anita whimpered, "please girls, that's it-"

Alicia ground back against Mark, welcoming each of his thrusts, groaning against the stubble of her mother's mound, her tongue flicking over her mother's clit as she lapped up and down in time with Amber.

Anita cried out, her body freezing with her head pushed back hard against the wall, the two tongues unrelenting on her, pushing her higher and higher so that the crest of the wave continued to rocket upwards even as it tore through her.

"Jesus fuck yes," she screamed, thrusting her hips forward, pushing Alicia back and off her hands.

Mark grabbed Alicia's shoulder, holding her up as Anita made a few final instinctive thrusts against her eldest daughter's face leaving Amber panting and gulping down air below.

"Now fuck my slut daughter," Anita grunted to Mark as she came down.

"Uh," Alicia gasped, shocked to hear her mother call her that.

Anita got to her feet and clambered out. She knelt on the pillows and began untying Amber's bonds, her hands shaking as her body shuddered. Finally free Amber reached her hands down to get herself off.

"Nuh-uh, not like that," Anita said quickly, shaking her head. 

"You mean?" Amber asked hopefully.

"Go get it," Anita grinned.

Mark watched Amber climb off the bed, flashing a huge smile at him as she went. 

"So, Mark," Anita began, taking a moment to relax while she watched him fuck her eldest daughter. 

She grinned and ran her hand over Alicia's smooth back, tracing the line of her spine down before slapping her open palm hard on her daughter's butt.

"How does it feel?" she asked. "To have been inside all three of us?"

Mark grunted, feeling Alicia tighten around him, he looked up at her mother, she was idly teasing a fingertip around her clit.

"I've got it," Amber said excitedly as she returned to the room.

Mark turned as she approached the bed behind him. She was carrying a fistful of straps and buckles and a dildo attached to them.

Anita winked at him and accepted the bundle as Amber handed it to her. She stepped in to it and pulled it up around her waist, tightening the straps and holding the fake cock as she wriggled herself in to a comfortable position behind it. 

Mark realised he'd stopped pushing himself in and out of Alicia and was watching in awe as Anita readied herself. Amber had knelt on the edge of the bed, falling forwards on to her hands and knees and looking back eagerly at her mother.

Anita stepped up behind Amber and put her palms flat on her youngest daughter's butt, stroking her gently before easing the scrap of soaked material off and down the girl's thighs. Amber automatically lifted each knee in turn to pull her underwear off and Anita reached down and plucked it from her ankles, dropping it immediately on the floor.

"Are you ready honey?" Anita asked, one hand on Amber's butt and the other holding the phallus. 

"Mm-hmm, yes mummy," Amber nodded eagerly.

Anita pushed the head of the cock against Amber's dripping lips, rubbing up and down between them, coating the tip in her juices and opening her up.

"You want mummy to fuck you honey?" Anita asked, reaching forward, unintentionally slipping round tip of the cock inside her daughter as she took hold of her dark hair.

"Uh- fuck mum, fuck me like Mark does," Amber groaned.

Anita chuckled and looked across at Mark.

"And how does Mark fuck you?" she asked, easing the cock a little deeper with a gentle sway of her hips.

"He fucks me deep, and so hard," Amber replied, looking towards her boyfriend.

Without another word Anita thrust her hips forward, penetrating the hungry depths of her daughter's young body, making her cry out, her head dropping down as she took every sculptured inch.

Mark felt himself twitch inside Alicia and adjusted his grip on her hips. She'd obviously been watching and enjoying her mother and sister prepare, and taking the time to recover a little. Now she turned to look over her shoulder, her blonde hair plastered to the drying sweat and collection of bodily fluids that coated her face.

"Fuck me deeper, fuck me harder," she growled at Mark, lowering her upper body until her face was pressed in to the wet sheets of the bed.

Mark pulled back a little, looking up once more to watch his girlfriend anchored on her mother's big fake cock. Anita saw him looking and caught his eye, smirking at him as she withdrew and rammed herself back in.

"Ugh, fuck mum," Amber groaned.

Mark slammed back in to Alicia, looking up to see Anita still watching him. She pulled out until just the tip of the cock was holding Amber open, then pulled her back hard on to it, having to hold on to her daughter's body to keep her from collapsing. Mark did the same with Alicia, cocking an eyebrow at Anita as both girls moaned.

Anita lifted one foot from the floor and placed in on the bed beside Amber's knee and began pumping her fake cock in and out, reaching forward to hold Amber's shoulder and pull her back. Mark followed suit with Alicia, grinning back at Anita.

Both girls were panting as wet slaps followed the quick sucking sound of withdrawal. Mark knew already that Anita would outlast him, she kind of had an unfair advantage and he could feel his climax rising once more. Alicia was passive, her body just about managing to hold itself up and provide a hot, wet hole for him. As he turned his attention to his girlfriend he saw the difference immediately: after the initial shock of her mother fucking the toy in to her so hard she'd recovered and was now grinding herself back against her mother's rampant thrusts.

Anita grinned at Mark and bent down to whisper in her daughter's ear, keeping her eyes locked on his the whole time. Amber grinned and nodded, lifting her head and looking across at her boyfriend.

"It feels so good, oh god, so good to have my mum fucking my tight, uh- hot fuck-hole," she moaned, licking her lips, "when you've finished over there how about coming, uh please mummy, harder, and fucking my naughty mouth?" she bit her lip and stared back at Mark.

Anita laughed silently, straightening up and pulling back to slam her hips forward again as Mark climbed up behind Alicia, still holding her hips as he crouched behind her and rode her harder and faster.

"Uhm-fumph," Alicia mumbled in to the sheets, shifting her body under Mark just enough to lift her head. "Fucking, uh oh god Mark, that's too- uh uh uh oh fuck-"

Mark could feel Alicia tensing around him, trying to squeeze him inside her but he didn't relent. She was yelping incoherently in to the bed, pulling her knees together and raising her upper body once more as she took the pounding. Mark's eyes were fixed on his girlfriend and her mother, the younger with her mouth hanging open, half waiting for his cock fresh from her sister, half unable to control her expression as her mother fucked her. Anita was clearly enjoying being the only person present who wasn't on the brink of collapse. Finally Mark felt the void open up like the cartoon villain rushing out over the abyss, a moment of silent realisation before the inevitable happened. He felt the thick ropes of his seed spurt deep inside his girlfriend's sister, her body jolting under him as his hips thrust without rhythm on autopilot.

"Uhg god, uh fuck that's good," he groaned, "fuck me that was-" 

Mark pulled himself out, leaving a collection of gooey threads between the red head of his manhood and Alicia's swollen hole. He fell forward on to his hands and knees beside Alicia and rolled over on to his back, feeling her soaked body collapse sideways on top of him a few seconds later. Both of them lay breathing hard, Mark looking up past a curve of tanned skin to his girlfriend on all fours just above him, grinning down at him as she took her mother's big fake cock deep inside herself.

He was dimly aware of Anita helping her youngest daughter position herself over his and Alicia's exhausted bodies, and of her mouth softly taking him in and slowly bringing him back to an aching throb. He looked down over Alicia's firm body sprawled on top of his and saw his girlfriend grinning at him as she angled him up and lowered her mouth to suck his balls. He groaned and closed his eyes, listening to her unending pleasure as the rhythmic slap of her mother's body thrusting against hers kept her riding a wave of bliss.

*

It was a month later, with subtle words of encouragement in her husband's ear Anita had managed to change his perception of Amber's boyfriend. Mr Lawson now accepted that young women would inevitably fall for young men and that it was better that he knew the boy Amber liked than have her running around with some complete stranger. 

Mark still paid midnight visits to his girlfriend and they were still careful to be as quiet as possible, however, now he loved to think of Anita lying in her bed, listening to him and Amber and delicately stroking her clit. Whenever he paid a daytime visit to the Lawson's house he was careful to keep his hands off Amber and had to suppress the memories that surfaced whenever he looked at her sister or mother. Mrs Lawson always gave him a knowing smirk whenever she caught him looking, her eyes betraying her voice as she towed her husband's ethical line.

"Mark, are you any good with computers?" Anita asked, leaning on the back of the couch and looking over her husband's head.

"Er, I wouldn't say I'm good but it depends what the problem is," he replied.

He and Amber had been talking to her parents about their plans after university when Anita had remembered that she needed to print something and hurried up to the office in the attic. Now she looked at Mark, innocence radiating from her features except for that flicker on the corner of her mouth.

"Would you mind having a look?" she asked.

Her husband turned in his seat to face her.

"Let me look at it," he said.

"And leave Mark and Amber alone down here?" Anita asked in shock, smirking as her husband turned once more and stared at the teenagers sitting side-by-side opposite.




While The Cat's Away... Ch. 02



"Quite right," he nodded, "Mark, go and help my wife."

Mark got to his feet and followed Anita out of the room, up one flight of stairs and past the bedrooms and then up the steep stairs in to the office.

"Well?" Anita asked, turning to face him as he climbed up behind her.

"Well what?" Mark asked.

"You're not, ahem, ready yet," she grinned, stepping closer and running her fingertips over the crotch of his trousers.

"What?" Mark chuckled, wide-eyed as he was sure she was joking.

"Get it out," she ordered, stepping back and folding her arms.

"You're serious?"

"I'd say we've got ten minutes before my husband wonders why it's taking so long and comes to find us."

Anita hitched up her skirt and hooked her thumbs in to her underwear, pulling it down and dropping it from one outstretched hand. Next she walked to the desk and sat on it's edge, raising one leg and exposing herself to Mark.

"I'm going to stay like this until you've finished," she stated, smirking at him.

Mark was already swelling in his trousers, his girlfriend's mother on display in front of him. He approached her, his hands pulling his manhood free. Anita smiled at him.

"Y'know you really should come over for breakfast one day. Some mornings my husband leaves early for work, and when he does the girls like to take turns to lick my cunt."

Mark was standing between Anita's thighs now, her rich scent filling his nostrils.

"Tell me," she purred, "you've fucked my youngest daughter countless times,and you've fucked Alicia as well, and you fucked me. So who was the best?"

Mark gulped, he knew the answer. Anita began unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her cleavage to him.

"You were," he replied.

Anita grinned and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pulling him forward until his head brushed over her wet opening.

"I thought so," she whispered in his ear.

She pushed his head down and felt his lips pressing in to the firm flesh of her breasts as his hands ran along her thighs to her hips and took hold of her. He looked up in to her eyes and jerked his hips, burying himself deep inside her with a grunt.

Anita gasped as Mark stretched her wide open and left himself impaled in her. She groaned as he pulled back out, his eyes still locked on hers.

"We can't tell Amber or Alicia about this," she hissed.

Mark thrust back in.

"Oh God!" Anita whimpered. "It'll be our dirty little secret."

Mark pulled down one cup of her bra and groped her exposed breast briefly before lowering his head and sucking hard on her nipple.

"Oh Mark, fuck me," she pleaded, "fuck my hot cunt."

He straightened up and took both Anita's thighs, spreading them wide and pumping himself back and forth between them, watching her one free breast bounce with each thrust. 

"Say cunt again," he murmured, he loved the way she said it, Amber was cautious about using the word and he knew some other girls were offended by it, but not Anita.

"Cunt," she smirked, "fuck my cunt."

She grinned and put her hands up on Mark's shoulders as he buried himself over and over inside her. 

"Amber has cello lessons on Thursday afternoons, and Alicia works," Anita mused.

Mark grinned back at her.

"From four until five-thirty on a Thursday there's no-one here but me..." she noted, biting her lip.

Mark accelerated, a hard wet slap accompanying his grunt as he dived in as deep as he could, leaving himself fully immersed and grinding his hips to stir her dripping pot.

"I'd love to fill that time for you," he nodded.

"You mean you'd love to- oh sweet fuck- to fill me for that time," Anita corrected, grinding back against him.

Mark nodded and released one of her thighs, reaching up instead to her shoulder, leaning forward quickly to kiss her, then increasing his rhythm once more.

"Mark, you're going to make me- uh uh- make me - oh fuck yes - make me cum."

Mark felt Anita's muscles tense around his shaft, massaging up and down him, coaxing him closer. That was why she was better than her daughters. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward hard, mashing her mouth against his, thrusting her tongue in to him and squirming her hot, wet pussy tightly around him. Her mouth opened at the same time as his did, their breath flowing back and forth as each winced and came hard in unison. It felt to Mark as if Anita was caressing the head of his cock with a continuous wave, drawing more and more of his creamy white fluid out until he was completely drained.

He pulled back as Anita's grip on him loosened, dropping his head down while she leaned back on her arms, both panting quietly as they recovered.

"So, Thursday then," she said finally.

Mark looked up and nodded with a grin.



While the Cat's Away, The Mice Did Play



Twenty-Third in a Series of Erotic Tales About My Real and Terrific Love Life

Our son (age 12) is out of town for a couple of weeks. 

Recently, my loving hubby bought me lacy purple panties that hide almost nothing. I wore them and a sheer white baby-doll last night, and I was surprised to find under his red silk boxers, Frank had on the barely-there black mesh G-string I'd bought him. I told him how much I like the new panties, how sexy they make me feel. That must have been a coded cue, because he immediately began KISSING them, with me in them. DAMN, but that felt so GOOD!

Eventually, of course, his kisses turned to licks, and his tongue pushed the purple panties aside. WOW!!!! I turned on my sexiest, sluttiest voice for him. "That's right, eat me right THROUGH my pretty little PANTIES!" I moaned breathlessly.

He continued to do just that for quite a while. As he tongue pushed the wispy fabric of my purple lace panties deeper and deeper into my moistening slit, I couldn't help trembling in anticipation and moaning from the sheer, overwhelming joy of it all. Finally, he grabbed the waist-band of my tiny panties, and he slowly, seductively slid them down my legs, over my knees, past my calves, his kisses following my panties down to my ankles, feet, and toes. He seemed to enjoy kissing my shiny red toenails, before returning his kisses up my legs and back to my now fully-exposed pussy.

As he moved up from my legs to my juicy slit, I couldn't help looking down to admire the sensuously masculine physique of the man I love. I could see his cock starting to rise--being mesh, his G-string hides NOTHING ;-) and I reached out to encircle my hand around him. That just wasn't enough for me, not NEARLY enough! I was whining and whimpering by now, BEGGING him to let me suck his big, thick, beautiful, sexy, hard cock, as his long, strong tongue slowly, patiently worked me over, encircling my wide-open lower lips, tasting my juice-slickened walls, and mercilessly teasing my horny, throbbing clit.

He turned around into a 69, and he began the gentle sucking and nibbling that drives my clit absolutely BANANAS with desitre for HIS ripe banana!! Right THROUGH his black-mesh G-string pouch, my tongue was all over him: balls, shaft, head, I wanted (and I got) it ALL! As he continued to lick, suck, and nibble on me, he slowly, teasingly slid his barely-there black G-string down his long, hairy, muscular legs. I can't help it, I think that my man's long, thick, hard cock is absolutely the most beautiful sight I have ever laid my eyes (not to mention my hands and tongue) upon. But he kept me away from direct contact just yet, not letting me touch the object of my lust for what seemed like HOURS, until his G-string had slid past his ankles and onto the floor. Finally, he let me have my way with him, and I wasted no time leaning over him, and I slowly went down on his thick, gorgeous shaft, as he thrust upward to slowly ease his 8 inches into my hungry throat. GODDDAMMMNNN, but I DO love his rock hardness filling up my mouth like that! Especially as he didn't miss a beat licking, sucking, and nibbling at my horny little clit for the whole time I was sucking on HIM! 

After about my fourth or fifth explosion into his mouth, and his umpteenth upthrust into my eagerly-sucking mouth, I tasted his sweet pre-come drooling up into my mouth. That did it! All I could think to say was "FUCK me--NOW!!!" Not very elegant or lady-like for someone pushing 50, but it got my point across. Long, strong, thick, pulsing, and quivering, he sank SSSOOO slowly into my moistness: sheer HEAVEN! 

I squeezed my muscles around him, and I drew him all the way in. Then I started SLAMMING my stomach hard against his. He got the message, and soon I was slamming upward and he downward very hard and fast. Again, DAMN, but I was on CLOUD NINE!!! I was goig absolutely out of my MIND with love and lust for my husband! I couldn't think WHAT to say, I was feeling so damned GOOD, and I think I muttered "She wants you" (I call my pussy she and his cock he), which didn't make a lot of sense since she ALREADY was getting him hard and fast! "She WANTS you, baby!" I moaned again. "She NEEDS you! GIVE it to me! Mmmmmmm, yeah, that's it, FFFFFFUCK me!" 

Pausing to atch my breath, I resumed my crazed, lusty screaming. "UNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!! Right TTTTHHHHERE, honey! Mmmmmmm, yeah, GIVE it to me!!" 

As I started to ooze into climax, I whispered to him "you've got her." Again, not necessary to say that, I'm sure he could FEEL me coming all over him. As I was soaking his cock, his thighs, my thighs, and the bed sheets with my simultaneous clitoral and G-spot orgasm, I asked him to come WITH me. He throbbed, further increasing his already very nice two-inch thickness, and then he thrust down hard into me and he EXPLODED! MMMMMM! God, that was FANTASTIC! I felt so DELICIOUSLY naughty, and so completely fulfilled as a woman. 

He slowed his thrusts to a gentle in-and-out rocking, and after a few minutes of that, he thrust all the way in and stopped. Parked deep inside of me, his two-inch-thick cock pulsed, throbbed, expanded even thicker, and he oozed a FRESH stream of semen into me--his SECOND orgasm in less than ten minutes. Not as explosive as his first, but nevertheless a nice volume of ooze that felt warm, deep, and wonderful inside of me. He wrapped his arms arond me, kissed me softly but passionately, massaged my breasts and my hard nipples, and continued to throb deep inside of me. I kissed him back, sweetly, gently, lovingly, letting our tongues playfully entwine, reveling in the feel of his spent cock still slowly pulsing and throbbing away deep inside of my tight, hot, wet, deeply-satisfied, and thoroughly-contented love tunnel. 

He raised himself slowly, almost but not quite all the way out of me. Before he could completely escape, I flexed my pussy muscles and slowly drew him back in again. He began slowly easing his cock in and out of me, and after five or six strokes, I could feel him hardening again, against my tight, wet, slippery walls. Still buried inside of me, he rolled us both over, until I was on top. I eased my wide-open pussy lips slowly down over him, and he thrust upward to meet my descending pussy. Soon, I was riding him with complete abandon, he was thrusting up and down, and we were both moaning loudly enough that we probably woke the neighbors halfway down the block. I am so glad and proud of my capacity for fully, naturally, and ecstatically enjoying love, lust, and sex with my husband, devoid of any artifice, pretenses, or deceptions. 

As he thrust into me, his thumb gently, playfully massaged my hot, horny little clit, until I just about couldn't STAND one more second of his exquisitely pleasurable torture! He must have sensed I was more than ready, because just then he thrust hard and deep up into me, his thumb pressed tightly against my clit, and he came for his third time of the evening. Before he finished exploding, I came for about my seventh or eighth time. I'm told I'm very rare for being multi-orgasmic, but Frank is even rarer, as he doesn't just come and roll over and go to sleep. He can and often does come 3 or 4 times in one night's session! And even one those occasions when he comes just once, he continues to throb inside of me, hold me lovingly, kiss me sweetly, and caress me tenderly, even long after our mutual orgasms have subsided. He has such a sexual, sensual, and sensuous intelligence, that more men would do well to learn. 

All day today, my co-workers have been asking me about my big, wide, idiotic, goofy grin. Is it because of last night, I wonder to myself? Or because I can still feel his warm residue deep inside me, and I can still taste his sweet explosions in my mouth? Then I suddenly KNOW why I feel so GREAT: because I realized that Frank and I have the house all to ourselves for another two whole weeks, before our son returns! And I still have a dozen or more sexy outfits Frank has bought me, that I haven't worn lately! 

Even now, as I write this, I am still going CRAZY, because it will still be two whole HOURS before I can again be in my wonderful Frank's loving arms! I can't STAND the wait! Just THINKING about last night, replaying and reliving it all in my mind, has got me DESPERATELY horny for my Frank all over again. I'm just going have to DO something about that! 

Phew! Made it to another day. And let me say, I am a LOT calmer and less horny today than yeserday! My Frank took REALLY good care of me again last night, which is part of why I am in SUCH a great mood today! 

But first, there ARE a few other reasons for me to be so happy now. I started a new job here on the west coast about two months ago, but my new boss is at corporate headquarters on the EAST coast. I finally got to meet her yesterday. She took me to lunch and we talked. We got to like each other as friends. 

My predecessor in this job had a boyfriend who was very jealous of her. He punched out one of her male coworkers. Sadly for her, she was fired. They can't have such violence in the office; it wasn't her fault, but since she can't control her boyfriend, they had no choice. My boss liked that I'm older and married, and more stable than my predecessor and her boyfriend. So the boss asked me about my family. I told her that my Frank is a true gentleman, and she said that is so rare. I told her I know, that's why I married him and consider myself to be SO lucky. 

That got me thinking, and I was still in the VERY horny mood I was so obviously in when I wrote the above yesterday. So, after unwinding with TV, when Frank and I went to bed last night, I couldn't resist straddling his hips and rocking my juicy slit over his beautiful, stiff rod. This is one of our favorite types of foreplay. 

He pulled me up off of him, and he slid down on the bed as he pulled my hips forward, until his mouth was parked right under my pussy. Then he sat me down right smack dab squarely centered on his face, and he let his tongue slowly work me into a frenzy. 

Last December, he learned this amazing new trick, where his tongue slowly licks from one corner of his lips to the other while his face is pressed tightly against my crotch, and this produces a real nice, long lick across my clit. And now that I think about it, last night was something around the 25th time he has eaten me out in that way, THIS year alone! As I said, I am SO lucky to be his wife! 

I wanted to repay the favor, but I also wanted to feel him in my throat for my own selfish pleasure. "I want to suck your cock," I told him, very matter-of-factly. 

"You say the SWEETEST things to me, honey," he smiled. His comment made me LAUGH! We were really enjoying ourselves on many levels by now. 

Starting at his balls, I slowly licked up the side of his thick shaft, then lavished attention all over the bulbous purple head, before letting him slide past my lips. I don't know why, but I have absolutely NO choke reflex when it comes to swallowing his long, thick manhood all the way down my throat, but only if I suck him down VERY slowly. He doesn't seem to mind my taking my time! I slowly eased him down my throat and kept licking, as his shaft glided down over my tongue, and into my throat. I knew he was enjoying my slow pace, because the entire time, he writhed and moaned so sweetly, and kissed and caressed me all OVER my naked body, so tenderly and lovingly. The sight and sound of him enjoying my swallowing his manly flesh just got ME more turned on, I grew wetter and wetter as each inch slid into my mouth! 

He turned me around so we turned my blowjob into a hot and sexy 69. I enjoyed his attention so much, I forgot to keep sucking, and the 69 became very one-sided, him giving and me receiving. It's funny, HE was now the one doing ALL the eating (eating ME, that is), but very soon after he finished his meal, I was the one who wound-up feeling completely STUFFED (my pussy stuffed full of his nice, thick, loving COCK, that is--mmmmmm!)! 

Anyway, we went at it, off and on, from 10:00 until 3:00 this morning. At least for now, we have sucked and fucked all the horniness out of each other, so I am much calmer, less horny and jittery, than yesterday. I feel a sort of deep spiritual inner peace in me today: I have a great husband, who even after four years of marriage is my best friend, my soulmate, and my VERY passionate lover. And I have a wonderful job with a terrific boss I really like. What could be better than my life right now? 

And our son, going through teenage rebellion, is away visiting relatives for two weeks, so Frank and I get to do this again anytime and anywhere, without fear of our son seeing or hearing us. We get to be as loud, wild, and uninhibited as we both want to be, for another 14 nights in a row. Frank likes to promise that I will be completely and thoroughly fucked, and for the next fortnight, he will be delivering on that promise every chance he gets. How lucky can a 49-year-old woman be?