8 comments/ 30111 views/ 9 favorites New Beginning Pt. 02 By: TV_News_Babe Chapter One: The Secretary Lisa's sexual relationship with her eighteen year old son Michael was firmly established, so it was time for her to address the question of her wayward, too often drunk, abusive husband. His treatment of her over the years warranted more than simply being cut off in bed, although she had to admit she had seriously considered doing just that, literally, a few times. Tony was the source of a good income for Lisa and Michael and he was in a position, as vice president of a major computer company, to provide them with even more after a promotion or two. But money was secondary on Lisa's mind; second only to getting Tony out of her life to allow her unfettered access to Michael, her real love. Divorce was, of course, an option, but she considered that far too easy treatment of the man who caused her so much pain and suffering. Lisa, for all her petite beauty and charm, was a vindictive woman at heart and it was time for her to take charge. Tony was his own worst enemy in the whole state of affairs. The forty three year old man was handsome and as physically fit as his teenage son. He could have any woman he wanted and, as Lisa often assumed, he took advantage of it. Like most successful men in the business world, his secretary was a prime suspect. Cheryl was an intelligent, crafty, and devious single woman in her late twenties who did her job well, with an eye always open for potential opportunities to exploit her good looks. She was a tall brunette who oozed sensuality and emphasized it in her attire. Tony had been an exceedingly easy target two years earlier and their relationship continued with trysts of increasing frequency. Their fortunes—Tony's in particular—were about to change. Tony sat in his boss' office on a bright, early Autumn morning, hoping to hear from Steve, the boss, what had been rumored for weeks. "Tony, how would you like to go on a little trip?" Steve asked, leaning back in his luxurious chair behind a gaudy desk of dark maple. "You know I'm always up for a road show, boss." "This is no ordinary trek to stroke a potential client, Tony," Steve said with a look of seriousness. "This is big. We can't screw it up now." "What's up?" Tony said. Steve leaned forward and put his arms on the desk. "We've been negotiating with people in Aruba about opening up an office there as a base for our new Caribbean expansion. I know there have been rumors about it." Tony nodded. "We couldn't even let the VPs know about it until we were certain it was going to happen. I need you to travel down there, meet with our contacts, and tidy up the last of the details. It might take most of a week," Steve told him. "I wouldn't send anybody else in the company. I know you won't let us down." "I'd be glad to go," Tony said. "Who else is going?" Steve looked across at his long-time friend and associate. A wry smile crossed his face. "Since you will basically be working down there the same as here, it would make sense to send Cheryl." "That would be very...helpful," Tony replied. "Yes. I thought so. Why disrupt the normal routine?" Steve said, leaning back in his chair. "Don't keep her entirely to yourself, Tony. She can be an asset if used properly. I'll leave that up to your judgment." Tony just nodded, his mind already far away on a Caribbean island with his girlfriend, warm weather, beaches, hotel rooms.... "You don't expect this to last, do you?" Steve was saying, bringing Tony back to reality. "Expect WHAT to last?" "You and Cheryl." Tony shrugged. "Why not?" "Because it raises all kinds of potential legal risks for the firm, Tony. That's why. We've had this discussion before. Watch your step, do you understand?" "Got it, boss." Cheryl had traveled with Tony before. She knew when to be the trusted assistant and when to be the sensuous object of his lechery. She never cheated on him during a trip, reserving that right for when they were back home. She packed at least one outfit for nearly every conceivable occasion: beach; informal; office; business casual; and, formal. The flight to Aruba was uneventful. They landed in the middle of a mid-afternoon rain shower and took a taxi to the opulent, beachfront resort. Tony had a suite and Cheryl an adjoining standard room. This would look good on the accountants' books, but had no relevance in real life. Cheryl would use her room solely as a closet. The pair had dinner in downtown Oranjestad and looked to all the world like a father and daughter from the US on vacation, except that this daughter seemed awfully free with her hands on him, especially after a couple drinks. They browsed through a couple casinos, without success, before returning to the resort. Upon arriving at Tony's suite, Cheryl said to him, "I brought something special along this trip, Tony. Let me change, OK?" He watched her leave through the door connecting the rooms and waited ten minutes in the living area of his suite, knowing that when Cheryl considered it something special, he was in for a treat. The wait was worth it. Cheryl returned wearing a smile, black heels, and a short, white, lace-trimmed robe that was tied at the waist, but hung open from top to bottom, revealing a good portion of her ample breasts and a pair of tiny, white, bikini panties. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "Christ, Cheryl. You never cease to amaze me," Tony uttered. "Turn around." Cheryl spun until her luscious ass faced her boss. The robe was sheer enough to show the thin strap of the panties between her cheeks. By the time she was facing Tony again, his cock was throbbing. "Since this was a special trip, I thought it deserved a new outfit," Cheryl said as she strode over to the couch Tony was on. He couldn't take his eyes off the full, firm breasts barely hidden behind the robe and the flawless pussy he loved so much. As she climbed onto the couch and straddled his legs, Tony told her, "You're the best, baby. What would I do without you?" "Fuck your wife?" Tony laughed. "Yeah, right. After you? I doubt that." His hands ran over the thin material of her robe, inching closer and closer to her tits. But Cheryl slapped them away. "Not yet, Tony," she stated firmly. "I'll let you know when it's time to play. I'm going to let you just look for a while. And get harder." Her hand brushed along his crotch as she moved off the couch and walked to the bar to make drinks for them. Tony smiled, realizing he was in for an epic tease followed by the customary incredible sex. He justified it all in his mind by comparing his thirty eight year old wife to Cheryl. He also compared Lisa's indifferent sex lately to Cheryl's unabashed sexiness around him. That was Lisa's problem, not his, he reasoned. Cheryl was extraordinarily taunting on this first night of their trip. She never completely closed her robe, giving Tony constant glimpses of her chest and abs. She sat by him on the couch and rubbed his thigh, refusing to satisfy his need by fondling his cock. Cheryl let Tony run his fingers along the edge of her panties, but never inside them. She saw the bulge in his pants long before she asked him to stand in front of the couch and say to him, "Get undressed for me, please. I need to see you again." Cheryl didn't often ask him to strip for her. This was just another method of making this trip special and Tony responded by feeling his cock grow inch by inch with each new piece of clothing he removed. When he was down to his boxer shorts—with a massive tent in front—Cheryl stood up and joined him. "It's going to be a great week, hon," she said as she pressed her body against his. "Let's start it off right. I want you all night long." They kissed with rare passion, even for them, with their hands probing every inch of their partner's body. Tony finally got to feel the tits and ass she had denied him all day. Cheryl got to wrap her hand around the cock she had made so hard simply by being herself all day. She broke off the kiss and pulled down on his boxers, freeing the stiff cock underneath. Cheryl dropped to her knees and held the shaft with both hands, caressing it and Tony's balls while moving her face ever closer. Her tongue was first to make contact, slithering up the cock from bottom to top in slow motion. Cheryl lingered around the underside of the tip, feeling the cock twitch uncontrollably. She couldn't count the number of times she had indulged him in this way, mostly in his office. Many times she had to explain away a stain on her dress or blouse as having been from 'lunch.' Cheryl enjoyed it enough to never get tired of it, but she knew the day would come. They were separated by fifteen years. She often envisioned the day she could legally share in his wealth, but would she be sexually satisfied with him alone? For now, her job was to keep him happy for a week. Cheryl wrapped her lips around his cock and, with great skill, began to suck on her boss' cock like it was the first time. She pulled down his boxers and got him naked without missing a beat with her mouth, then settled into a frantic rhythm designed to bring Tony to the edge, but not over it. Tony would never tire of the gorgeous girl's mouth, he thought to himself as she bobbed her head up and down. There seemed to be no limit to the depth she could take him; no limit to the uses of her tongue; no limit to the wonder of her lips. Best of all: he knew this was a prelude to even better things ahead. At the first hint of precum on her tongue, Cheryl rose to her feet. "Undress me, Tony," she murmured in her sexiest voice. "Then fuck me until the morning." With a raging hard on pointing up from between his legs, Tony untied her robe and let it fall open. His hands slid up her body and onto the breasts he craved. He kneaded them roughly and pulled on the nipples. Then Tony slid the robe off and tossed it aside. He reached around her, his cock resting on her stomach, and placed both hands on her ass. Tony pulled her closer and kissed her. Then he grabbed her panties, crouched down, and took them off. His face immediately traveled to her sweet, neatly trimmed pussy. He kissed it and found her clit with his tongue. A sigh of delight was all he heard. He rose to his feet and led her to the couch. They would surely end up in various positions during the night, but it was his habit to begin with a straightforward missionary fuck to release their preliminary sexual tensions, and then get creative later. Cheryl realized this better than anybody and reclined on her back, looking up at her boss as she always did, with a face filled with lust. Love had very little to do with this...on either side. On Cheryl's part, it was partly lust and mostly greed. On Tony's part, it was mostly lust and partly conveying his power over her. As always, he found her pussy warm, wet, and waiting for him. She guided his cock with her hand. Tony thrust forward and their mutual groans filled the room. He leaned down for her tits and sucked on them vigorously. Cheryl wrapped her legs around his waist. Tony held her up by the ass. This was not meant to be anything but a fuck. This lasted five minutes, at the most. Oftentimes less. But one thing was certain: they would both have an orgasm. Cheryl was usually first, mainly because her ultrasensitive nipples sent waves of pleasure straight to her pussy every time Tony bit one or sucked on it hard. She would squeeze her pussy together harder and, like a hand, grip his cock until he felt the orgasm begin. Cheryl was loud. There was never any doubt when she was cumming and she wrapped her arms around Tony's neck this time, cumming longer and louder than normal while he continued to pound her. Near the end of hers, Tony's orgasm began. He shot load after load of cum into his secretary with grunts and vicious thrusts that rocked the couch. In the end, they rolled together with Tony's cock still inside her. Cheryl would get her wish of intermittent sex until sunrise, both on the couch and the bed. She got paid very well for what she did, but she always had her eye on the future and what this man could do for her. Chapter Two: Lisa Visits Steve The love between Lisa and Michael, mother and son, was undeniable. In fact, it was growing stronger as the days and weeks passed. Lisa was totally consumed with ending her dreadful marriage to Tony in the most advantageous way. To this end, she had asked Michael to attempt to obtain the password to Tony's Yahoo e-mail account. Lisa knew it would be nearly impossible for her to find a way to do this since it would take a moment of shared time at the computer with Tony, which NEVER happened. However, Michael and Tony now and again got online to talk fantasy football or some other father-son thing. Michael said he would look over his dad's shoulder and grab the password. It took two attempts, but Michael was successful. The first day that Tony was in Aruba, Lisa signed in to his account, her nerves causing her hands to shake. She went straight to his e-mail account and into sent items. A simple sort of the To column made her gasp. There, to her delight, were dozens and dozens of e-mails to Cheryl. She only had to read one to understand what she had. The two hid nothing of their relationship, even discussing their rendezvous in detail and outlining when they would be alone again. Lisa read more. Then she sat up straight in the chair. Tony and Cheryl had discussed the fact Tony's boss, Steve, was aware of the whole thing. Tony told Cheryl about warnings he had received regarding morality clauses in the contracts of the highest officers of the company. Tony expressed his disdain for the clauses and assured Cheryl it would not stop him from seeing her...and that Steve knew it. Lisa printed every e-mail and, during that time, came up with a preliminary plan. She would have to sleep on it, but the initial concept seemed solid. She smiled to herself, feeling very content for a change. Lisa knew she couldn't use the e-mails against Tony in a direct divorce proceeding because of the method used to obtain them. But that wouldn't stop her from using them in a covert manner that served the same purpose, perhaps even better. Lisa decided to visit Steve while Tony was away. She chose to wear a sweater—the one with the v-neck and was a half size too small—and a skirt that fit too snugly and was a couple inches too short. For this occasion, she opted not to wear underwear. The appointment was easily made and Lisa strolled into the computer company's presidential suite with confidence and a large manila folder. She chatted with Steve's secretary, who Lisa knew from functions the company had in the past, and waited for her turn with her husband's boss. Moments later, Steve appeared at the door to his office and welcomed Lisa graciously. They entered and Steve closed the door. "What a nice surprise," Steve said as he returned to his seat and Lisa sat opposite him in a large, overstuffed chair. "What's the occasion?" "Oh, I had some things I wanted to give to Cheryl, but it looks like she's out," Lisa said without a hint of scorn. "Uh, yes. She's, um, taking the week off," Steve stammered. "Really?" A vacation?" "Yeah. I don't know where," Steve said. Lisa crossed her legs, not even attempting to adjust her skirt in the process. Steve's eyes flittered from her legs to her breasts, barely concealed in the tight sweater, and finally to Lisa's face. "Perhaps I can ask Tony the next time I talk to him," Lisa said calmly. "Yeah. I bet he'd know. Now, what can I do for you?" This game was new to Lisa and she was unsure of her skills at it, so she didn't delay any longer and risk losing the short time she might have with Steve. She rose and, to his surprise, walked around to the corner of the desk nearest his chair. Lisa sat on the desk, facing the man. Her legs dangled between them. "You can help explain something, Steve," Lisa said, her tone becoming much more serious. "You can explain how Cheryl can happen to be in Aruba at the exact same time Tony is." The muscles in Steve's face tightened and his lips came together in an expression of concern and tension. "Well, uh, I'm not sure that she is, Lisa. She might have...." Lisa held up the folder. "These e-mails prove that she is there, Steve. It's been planned for several days. You sent them both." "She's his secretary, for God's sake," he said with renewed authority. "She had to go." "These e-mails indicate she's more than his secretary," Lisa said in her most tranquil voice. Steve sat frozen in his chair for several long seconds. He reached for his phone and buzzed his secretary. "I won't be taking calls or visitors, Sharon." He looked up at Lisa. The alarm on his face was palpable. "I think you've misinterpreted something," he said. "They have been fucking for two years, Steve. You've known about it from the beginning. You...." "No I haven't. Not from the beginning. I...I...." "But you know now and you've known for some time, haven't you?" Lisa said in a louder voice. "You can't use that information in a divorce," he stated. Lisa glared down at him from her perch on the desk. "You have a bigger problem than the pending divorce of one of your VPs." When he didn't speak, Lisa continued: "You have the issue of an affair between two of your employees, which you have long known about and helped conceal as well as perpetuate, all contrary to the morality clauses you and Tony agreed to upon employment." Steve began to rise from his chair, but Lisa used both hands to push him back down. "Sit down, God damn it, and listen to me," she hissed. "I'm going to be sending you my terms for the divorce. It's going to involve a seven figure settlement from this company. It's going to include my receiving every fucking asset Tony and I have. It's going to specify that he pay my son's college education. It's going to ruin him for a long, long time. And Steve, you can either accept this company's portion of that or be fired when I take this to the Board of Directors. Does any of that need repeating?" Steve just stared. "The settlement would cause my firing anyway," he said in a less-than-steady voice. "It might. You may have thought of that the first time you found out your good friend Tony was fucking Cheryl," Lisa said. After a pause, Steve said to her, "So, what's next?" Lisa grinned, although her nerves were still taut. She put both palms on the edge of the desk next to her bare legs. She leaned forward. "I want you to understand I'm the new boss," she said softly. "You'll take directions from me until this is done, got it?" He nodded. Lisa stretched out one leg until her shoe was in Steve's crotch. She pressed down and rubbed. "It's my turn for some of the action going on around here. Take out your cock, Steve." Lisa pulled back her leg and Steve unzipped his pants. Seconds later, his limp cock was in view. Oh, Steve, we can do better than that, can't we?" Lisa sighed. She ran both hands over her chest, tugging on the sweater to reveal more and more of her tits as the hands slid back and forth. Lisa let her fingers slip inside the sweater and Steve could follow the outline of her hand as it moved to the nipple. Lisa played with it and moaned softly. The first hint of success in her plan came by way of a steady hardening of Steve's cock. The longer Lisa played with her tits and showed more and more of them over time, the harder he got. Finally, after a couple minutes of manipulation, she pushed aside the sweater enough for Steve to see one of the stiff, pink nipples. "That's much better," Lisa told him. "Would you like to sample one? Maybe a little taste?" New Beginning Pt. 02 Steve came out of the chair and leaned into Lisa's chest. She pulled out her right breast and Steve eagerly wrapped his mouth around the end, licking and sucking with increasing vigor the louder Lisa's moans became. She watched his erection grow by the second and smiled. Lisa took his hands and placed them on the top of her legs. Steve quickly slid them up, under the skirt, and towards her pussy. His previous scrutiny, as Lisa talked earlier, indicated to him that she might not have panties on. He proved that to be the case. With both tits now exposed and Steve's hands probing between her legs, Lisa had succeeded in bringing him to full erection. It was time to act. "Just so we understand one another," she said, "and I know that you are ready to abide by my demands later, we're going to practice today, Steve. I want you to make me cum. I want you to eat me until I cum on top of your desk. Then we'll talk some more." Lisa leaned back on the desk and Steve raised her skirt until her naked pussy was in sight. She assumed, rightfully, that he was frustrated by the fact they weren't going to fuck. This was now all about who was in command of the situation, and Lisa was winning. Steve spread her legs and placed his mouth on her pussy, wasting no time in spreading her wet lips with his tongue. Lisa pulled on the back of his head, forcing him to lick her harder and, eventually, plunge his tongue deep inside her pussy. He fucked her with his tongue and tasted her sweet juices for a minute or two. Then he moved up to her clit. "Oh, yes. Right there. Make me cum," she ordered. His mouth never left her clit until she did. He sucked and licked and pulled on the clit with his lips. Lisa's gyrations and moans grew more fervent and she clutched at the hair on his head the closer she came. "There! Oh fuck, yes. Lick right there!" Steve was holding her by the ass, feeling her body rise and fall with the oncoming orgasm. His cock ached from the hardness of his erection and no way to relieve himself. "Almost. Oh God! Yes! Now. Now!" Steve could barely keep in touch with the clit as her body twisted and turned on the desk. Lisa's orgasm peaked...he licked some more...another orgasm started...and they repeated this for a couple minutes. It was extreme pleasure for Lisa and extreme frustration for Steve. In the end, Lisa had to force him to quit. She straightened her sweater and skirt after sitting up. "You can put your cock away now, Steve. We won't be needing it. I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed it," she said contemptuously. "When I leave, maybe you can have Sharon come in. That seems to be how things work around here." She nearly laughed out loud at the sight of him stuffing his cock back inside his pants. "So, I'll be in touch, Steve. We'll talk about the settlement and how we can prevent this from going any farther than it has to," she explained while standing up and grabbing the envelope with the e-mails. Lisa rubbed his crotch one time and turned to leave. "Say hi to Cheryl for me," was her last request. Chapter Three: Cheryl is Trapped Michael and Lisa lay on their sides in bed, the son behind his mother pressing his naked body harder against hers as she spoke. One hand fondled a tit and his stiff cock rested in the crack of Lisa's ass. "It was hilarious, Michael. If Steve didn't use Sharon, I bet he was beating off before I was on the elevator. I would normally hate to leave a man as hard as he was, but that was SO awesome." "What do you think the final settlement will be, Mom?" Michael asked, massaging her tit tenderly. "Let's see: a million or two from the company to hush up the morality clause violations; this house; the cars; his stupid boat; absolutely everything else we own...oh, your college tuition paid for. That is what comes to mind right away. In the end, we'll be free, Michael. Free of your father and able to live wherever we want forever," Lisa said with glee. She spun around to face him, took his cock in her hand, and said, "But there's one more thing I need to do, honey. And I need your assistance. Trust me, you'll enjoy this." "What's that, Mom?" Lisa spent several minutes outlining the next phase of her scheme. Michael listened intently, expressing his eagerness to help. Soon, they were rolling under the covers, their orgasms lasting long into the night. The week after Tony and Cheryl arrived back in town after the Aruba trip, Cheryl opened her home e-mail after work one day and found the usual message from Tony. It asked her to meet him at a nearby hotel and included the room number and time to arrive. This was not an unusual message for her to receive, nor was the appeal for her to wear something 'especially sexy...like in Aruba.' At the designated time, she excitedly drove to the hotel in anticipation of a lively evening. She was delighted that the Aruba trip seemed to strengthen her relationship with Tony. Her dreams were coming true. The future looked very, very bright. Cheryl checked her hair and makeup before getting out of the car. Entering through the lobby of the hotel, she made her way to Tony's room. As she always did, she rapped softly on the door. It opened and Cheryl's smile was replaced by a look of shock. "Oh, I must have...uh, Lisa?" "Come in Cheryl. We were expecting you." Cheryl hesitated. "No. There must be...." "Get in here," Lisa demanded, opening the door wider and leaving the secretary no choice. Cheryl stepped in. Lisa closed the door and locked the deadbolt. At the same time, Michael moved into the center of the room from behind a wall. Cheryl stopped in her tracks, confused and afraid. "We need to talk," Lisa said. "Take off your coat." Cheryl removed her long coat to reveal the shortest, sheerest negligee Michael and Lisa had ever seen in person. Underneath, a thong was obviously the only other addition to the 'wardrobe.' Michael's stares when Cheryl moved farther into the room made Lisa slightly jealous, but even more amused. "Do you always go out in that?" Lisa asked. "Or only when you've been invited to meet my husband? Too bad he didn't send that e-mail, Cheryl, but all the others that he has over the years gave me an idea. I knew you couldn't refuse." "Whatever issues you have with Tony are between you and him," Cheryl said nervously. "Leave me out of this." Lisa laughed. "It's too late for that, sweetie. It seems that your retirement plan is about to take a hit. But there's no need to drag your name into the proceedings unnecessarily. In fact, Tony's company is prepared to pay dearly to keep your name OUT of it. So now, the negotiations are between you and me and Michael. You've met my son before, right?" Cheryl could only nod meekly. "Good, because you'll be seeing more of both of us in the future," Lisa told her. "Tonight is only...shall we call it an...audition. Perform well, which I'm sure will come naturally to you, and you might be able to work somewhere again without anything showing up in your personnel records." Lisa could tell from the persistent lustful stares of her son at their 'victim' that she couldn't delay it much longer. "Alright, Cheryl. Since you came prepared, how about getting Michael naked before we move on," Lisa said. "You do know how to undress a man, don't you?" If looks could kill..., but Michael spoke up, saying, "I really think Cheryl should be first. I'm sure she's used to doing this in the nude." Lisa giggled and, with a nod of the head, directed Cheryl to obey. Needless to say, it didn't take long for the young secretary to discard her negligee and thong. The stunning, youthful beauty of the brunette even caught Lisa by surprise. She couldn't imagine the reaction it was causing inside Michael. Cheryl strode over to the teenager and methodically took off his shirt and pants. Lisa didn't have to imagine Michael's reaction any longer. Before Cheryl began to pull down his shorts, both women saw the outline of his thick cock. When he was naked, they saw the beginning of a fine erection. "Get him hard, Cheryl," Lisa demanded. "Let's see how a pro does it." There was nothing extravagant in Cheryl's approach to her job, as there often was with Tony. She took Michael in her mouth and sucked on his cock for the minute or two it took to get him hard. "That's enough," Lisa said when her son was sufficiently stiff. "Now come here." Cheryl rose to her feet and walked over to Lisa, who said, "It's my turn. Take off my clothes and then we'll get down to real business." Michael stroked his cock at the sight of the stunning secretary stripping the woman he loved to fuck the most. He wasn't sure what his Mom had in mind, but he knew it would be good for both of them. When the last of her clothes were off, Lisa pulled Cheryl to her chest and forced her to suck on her tits. Lisa felt her pussy respond and, a moment later, after sitting on the edge of the bed, Lisa had Cheryl between her legs, licking her pussy. Lisa peered at Michael and motioned for him to come up behind Cheryl, who was on her knees bent over. Michael quickly got the hint and pried Cheryl's legs apart with his hands. His rock hard cock was moved into place and Michael waited. Lisa nodded. Even with Lisa holding Cheryl's head in place with her hands, Cheryl's muffled moans rang out in the room when Michael thrust his cock into her pussy. After the initial shock, Cheryl's tongue and lips returned to Lisa's clit. Michael hastily moved his hands to Cheryl's tits and clutched at them while fucking her harder. Lisa fell back onto the bed and thought of nothing except making the young bitch eat her until she came. It was a wonderful couple of minutes for Lisa. She thought about the future with Michael and the occasional break in the routine with Cheryl. Life was good. Michael loved the feeling of Cheryl's tight pussy grasping his cock with each stroke and he came closer and closer to cumming watching his mother play with her own tits. He held Cheryl at her hips and drove into her deeper and faster. Lisa's throbbing clit and the need to cum brought her back to the present. Her moans grew louder, as did Michael's grunts. Lisa listened for the sounds that she knew so well—the sounds of her son about to cum. Lisa held off her own orgasm as long as she could, and it worked. Michael cried out as he began to empty his cock into Cheryl's pussy. Lisa heard his legs slap into her ass and the bed rocked with each thrust. Then Lisa came. Her body shook violently as Cheryl continued to suck on her clit. Lisa pulled Cheryl's mouth even closer and came again and again as the tongue swiped up and down. Soon, mother and son were recovering with Cheryl sitting on the floor, wondering where everything had gone wrong. Chapter Four: Epilogue Lisa and Michael's mansion looked out over the ocean from high on a cliff. The luxurious pool and hot tub area offered many a relaxing and lust-filled afternoon during the summers. Their boat was often anchored in the bay, allowing the pair's lovemaking to send ripples in all directions. Once a month, a young, former secretary would visit for housecleaning duties and other 'chores' as assigned my Lisa. The last Lisa heard, Tony had an apartment and was considering a couple of jobs that would, at least, pay the bills. Steve had disappeared. But Lisa and Michael would always have each other, as it was meant to be.