25 comments/ 1149394 views/ 167 favorites Waiting Up By: johnnyfever Staggering up the steps of his front porch, Jimmy Woodson leaned against the railing and waited for his head to stop spinning. It was around 1:00 on a Saturday morning and he'd spent his Friday night living it up the way people his age tended to. It was the summer, Jimmy's first year of college was looming ahead, and a good friend from high school had thrown a major bash while his parents were out of town. Alcohol had been readily available at the party, even though nobody there was 21. Jimmy wasn't much of a drinker, so it hadn't taken too many beers to knock him loopy. Once the party ended, some of his friends had driven him home. A few of them helped Jimmy out of the car, although he didn't actually need their help. He was a bit woozy but he was steady enough to walk. He planned to wave them away and do it himself, only to change his mind when he saw Julie waiting to assist him. Jimmy had always liked Julie, but he never had the guts to ask her out. He milked his condition a bit, giving him an excuse to lean on her and feel her body against his own. It was probably the most physical contact the two of them would ever have. Jimmy put his head on her shoulder, feeling her hair against his face. He loved the way she smelled. As they made their way onto the porch, Jimmy's mother Nancy opened the door. It was well past Nancy's usual bedtime, but she always stayed up and waited when her son went out, just in case. "I can take him from here. Thanks, guys." "Okay, Mrs. Woodson," Julie said. "Bye, Jimmy, I hope you feel better." Nancy guided her son through the door and into the front hallway. She was wearing a bathrobe over her nightgown, and Jimmy nuzzled up against his mom the way he had with Julie. Her robe felt so soft against his skin, and as much as he enjoyed Julie's scent, nothing compared to his mother's. Nancy blew a strand of her dark hair from her face as they rested for a moment. "Hi, Mom." "Hi, honey. Come on, let's get you into the kitchen." Donald, Jimmy's father, couldn't have cared less about waiting up. He was upstairs in bed, fast asleep. Nancy talked to her son in a whisper and tried to keep him quiet so that they wouldn't wake her husband. Donald was strongly against underage drinking, and if he saw his son coming home in this condition, there would surely be hell to pay. As they made their way into the kitchen, Nancy asked Jimmy if he wanted a cup of coffee. In response, he simply mumbled something about sleep. Several months earlier, after he'd turned 18, Jimmy made a big stink about being grown up and wanting more privacy. After some discussion his parents agreed that he could move his bedroom down to the basement. It was a nice setup and gave him plenty of space, including his own private bathroom with a shower. But the staircase was pretty steep, especially for someone who wasn't able to walk into the house on his own. Again, Jimmy could have managed it by himself, but he pretended to be more out of it than he was. Besides, his mother wasn't about to risk him falling and getting hurt. Nancy guided him to the basement door, flipped on the downstairs light, and helped him to the steps. "Hang on, honey." Walking to the kitchen table, Nancy removed her bathrobe and hung it on the back of a chair. Her robe was fairly long and she didn't want either of them tripping on it as they maneuvered down the steps. Jimmy watched his mother disrobe. He couldn't remember seeing her in only her nightgown before. It had a wide, low neck, and came down to slightly above her knees. It was sleeveless, allowing him to see her bare shoulders and arms. It looked incredibly sexy. Nancy returned to her son and took hold of him. Jimmy leaned against her again as they slowly started down the stairs. "I love you, Mom." Nancy smiled as she supported his weight. "I love you, too." He wasn't sure why he said it at that particular moment, but Jimmy wanted his mother to know it. While she helped him manage the steps, all he could think about was how much he loved her. His mother was so sweet, so nice, so pretty. She was his favorite person in the whole world. Once they finally reached the bottom, Nancy led Jimmy down the corridor towards his room. He flopped face first onto the bed, but his mom rolled him over and grabbed his right foot. "You can't sleep like this," she told him. Jimmy mumbled something in protest, but there was no arguing with his mother. Nancy tugged off one shoe, then the other. "Come on, honey, stand up." Jimmy slowly rose to his feet and Nancy patted his sides, feeling his pockets. She reached in and pulled out his wallet and cell phone. "You don't want these ending up in the wash." "Thanks, Mom." Nancy set his things on the nightstand as Jimmy began fumbling with his belt. He wanted to get it undone, but the damn thing was being stubborn. Nancy saw the trouble he was having and pushed his hand away. She undid his belt, then threw it aside onto a chair. Jimmy sat down on the edge of his bed as Nancy began picking up the dirty clothes that littered his mattress. He wasn't trying to look, but with the way she was leaning forward in front of him, it was almost impossible not to notice the way his mother's big tits were hanging in his face. Her nightgown was low enough to offer a substantial peek at her cleavage. "Honey, you really should clean up in here. It looks like a tornado came through." Nancy continued cleaning off her son's bed while Jimmy blatantly stared at her breasts. His mom had full, round jugs, definitely more than a handful. His cock began to stiffen in his pants as he watched them sway while she moved. "God, you've got great tits, Mom." Nancy stopped for a second and looked at her son. Jimmy had come home drunk a few times before, and he'd made a strange comment or two in the past while she helped him into bed. Chalking it up to his condition, she shook it off and ignored the remark as she went back to clearing his bed. Jimmy stayed focused on his mom's breasts, watching the way they jiggled as her arms moved. He suddenly felt the urge to touch them. He knew she might get mad at him, but he could always blame it on being drunk. Besides, it almost seemed dumb not to touch them. They were right there in front of him, hanging down like ripe fruit waiting to be picked. Without giving it a second thought, Jimmy raised his hands and squeezed his mother's tits. Almost immediately, he felt her hands grab him by the wrist, pushing him away. "Just... hold still, honey, let me finish." Nancy quickly scooped up the last of the clothes. As she finished, Jimmy reached up again and took another big squeeze. This time, she grabbed him by both wrists. "Jimmy..." She tried moving his hands away, but he managed to keep them somewhat steady. "Sorry, Mom. You're just... you're so pretty. I love you." Jimmy quickly squeezed her tits again. Three times! He felt fairly proud of himself. This time, Nancy was able to move his hands away completely. She let go of his wrists and put her hands on his shoulders. "Sleep this off, okay?" She leaned in and pecked him on the forehead. But before she could back away, Jimmy grabbed his mother by the hips and pulled her forward. Nancy stumbled towards him, her breasts practically smashing her son in the face. Before she had time to react, Jimmy began licking and kissing her cleavage. "Jimmy! Stop!" Nancy tried her best to pry his head away from her chest, but he hung on to her like a pit bull. She quickly realized it was hopeless and stopped trying to fight. The moment he felt her resistance fade, Jimmy grabbed the loose neck of her nightgown and yanked it down below her breasts, exposing them in all their glory to his hungry eyes. "Oh!" Nancy gasped. Jimmy could have been drunk beyond recognition and the sight of his mother's tits would have sobered him up. She had a fantastic pair, with the most suckable nipples he'd ever seen. Cupping and squeezing both breasts with his hands, Jimmy quickly popped one of her nipples into his mouth. "Jimmy! N... nooo!" Nancy again tried to wiggle free, but the intense pleasure of the tit sucking was making her weak. "Ohhhh, God!" she groaned. Jimmy continued nursing on his mom's breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen in response. Nancy slowly stopped struggling. She just stood there and let her son suck on her tits. After a few minutes, Jimmy stopped and looked up at his mother with a grin. His cock felt like it was going to rip right through his pants. Nancy took a few steps back, trying to compose herself. The light from the bedside lamp reflected the moisture Jimmy had left all over her breasts. "No, honey," she said with sadness in her voice. "We can't..." "Oh, give it a rest, Mom. You say that every time we fuck." Nancy hung her head in shame. It had been a few months since she'd fucked her son for the first time. She tried thinking back, wanting to remember how she had gotten herself into this situation, but she could only remember pieces. Nancy had been so desperate, so delirious with lust, that she truly couldn't recall how it all happened. She remembered feeling insanely horny as she brought a basket of laundry down to the basement. She remembered putting on the spin cycle and letting the edge of the machine rub between her legs as it vibrated. Then she remembered Jimmy, fresh from a shower with only a towel around him, walking out of his room and catching her. After that, everything became a blur. She couldn't recall what she had said or what she might have done. The only thing she knew for sure was that she ended up bending over the washing machine, her skirt hiked up above her ass, while her very own son fucked her from behind to an amazing climax. Nancy hadn't been touched for such a long time, and the sex had been fantastic. Even so, she was riddled with guilt over the incident, and told Jimmy in no uncertain terms that nothing like it could ever happen again. Actually getting to fuck his own mother had been so incredible, though, that Jimmy became obsessed with doing it again. He did everything in his power to earn another opportunity. Not even a week later, after making a valiant attempt to fuck her one afternoon, Jimmy convinced his mother to suck his cock. Nancy had tried rationalizing it to herself. It wasn't really sex, and she was giving him a release so that maybe he would leave her alone for a few days. But taking her son's cock into her mouth had made her feel more guilty than fucking him. Still, after feeling his thick cock between her lips and watching as he shot out a spewing load of cum, Nancy lost control of herself. She jacked him back to arousal and fucked him right on his bed. It had been a heated, passionate romp of sex. All the filthy things Nancy had tried not to think about, the things she'd pictured herself doing with her son ever since their first encounter, came to pass in that session. She needed it so badly. They fucked long and hard, and Nancy lost track of how many times she got off. But once it was over, she was deeply ashamed of herself. Jimmy had worn her down a few more times since then, but Nancy still wasn't the least bit comfortable with the notion of fucking him. She knew how horribly wrong it was, what an awful sin she was committing. She just couldn't help herself. Nancy could hold out admirably for the first few days, then her horniness would build up, as would Jimmy's advances on her. Eventually, she would be unable to resist him. She always felt terrible after the sex, and always told Jimmy that it could never happen again. She would feel angry with herself for letting it happen. She would be angry with Jimmy for fucking her. Most of all, she would be angry with her husband for neglecting her for so long that she had to rely on her own son for satisfaction. As she stood in front of Jimmy's bed, Nancy's breasts were still exposed. She made no effort to cover herself. Jimmy stood up and undid his pants. "Honey... oh, God." Jimmy kicked off his boxers, letting his hard cock spring free. He positioned some pillows at the head of his bed and laid back onto them, getting in a reclined position. "Come on, Mom. You know you want to." Nancy bit her lower lip with shame. She looked at her son's stiff, throbbing cock as it pointed up at the ceiling, waiting for her to come aboard. She was in serious need of a good fucking, and Jimmy's tongue assault on her sensitive nipples had gotten her warmed up. Maybe he would be too drunk to remember anything, she thought. Maybe she could convince him that it hadn't happened, that he had been dreaming. Reaching up the bottom of her nightgown, Nancy slowly pulled down her panties. As she stepped out of them, more guilt swept over her. What kind of mother was she? Spreading her legs for her own son? Letting him stick his cock inside her? How had she degenerated to this point? Smiling, Jimmy watched as his mother climbed onto the bed and straddled him. "Wait a sec. Lift that up, I wanna see." Nancy lifted the bottom of her nightgown, revealing her pussy to her son. She had the sweetest one Jimmy had ever seen. She was shaved almost completely, except for a dark patch of curls on top. He reached down and rubbed his mom between her legs. She was already wet. "Oooh, yeah. C'mon, let's get started." Blocking the shame from her mind, Nancy lowered herself onto her son's hard pole. "Unnnhhhh." From his reclined position, Jimmy's face was just inches from his mother's tits. Nancy rested on her knees, straddling her son, leaning forward with her hands on the mattress for support. Jimmy took hold of his mom's round ass as they began a slow, steady pace of fucking. "Oooohhh, yeah," he moaned. "Shit, Mom, I've been wanting to fuck you all week." Nancy liked nasty talking during sex, but hearing it from her own son made her uncomfortable. He even called her "Mom" while they fucked. Hearing him say that excited part of her, the part that got off on how filthy and wild it was to be fucking her son. But mainly, it reminded her of what a terrible thing she was doing. She tried to ignore it as she worked her hips back and forth, feeling her son's cock sliding inside her with every move she made. Jimmy looked up at his mother. It was such an incredible sight, watching his own mom ride his cock. He squeezed her ass tighter and lightly pumped his hips off the bed as they continued fucking. "Oh, God, your cunt is so wet!" "Don't... don't say things like that," Nancy said weakly. "But it is, Mom. You're so hot and wet. Fucking you feels awesome!" Nancy leaned forward a little more, getting more motion in her hip thrusts. With her tits right in his face, Jimmy began sucking her stiff nipples. "Ooohhhhh!" "Do you like riding my cock? C'mon, Mom, say it." "Y... yes, baby," Nancy said, somewhat embarrassed. "I love riding your cock." Jimmy humped his hips off the bed harder, feeling his cock sliding deeper inside her. She was nice and tight, and her pussy sucked at his cock as it went in and out. Nancy groaned with pleasure and fucked her own hips faster. Jimmy grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it up over her chest. Taking it the rest of the way off, Nancy threw it aside, leaving her completely bare as she rode her son. The intense pleasure was starting to beat back the guilt she felt. "You look so good naked, Mom." "Do I, baby?" "Oh, fuck, yeah. God, look at these tits!" Nancy felt a rush of pride. Her husband didn't seem to appreciate her body anymore, but at least someone did. "You're so great, letting me fuck you. I bet none of the guys I know ever get to fuck their moms like this." Nancy just groaned in response, immensely enjoying the sex. "And even if they do, none of their moms are as hot as you. I've got the hottest mom anywhere. And I'm fucking you! Say it, Mom." "You... you're fucking me, Jimmy. You're fucking your Mommy!" It always made Jimmy hot to mumble filthy reminders that he was fucking his own mother. But hearing it come from her mouth was even better, and Jimmy already felt ready to finish. He could usually hang on much longer, but perhaps due to the alcohol, he was just about done. "Ohhhh! Mom, I'm cumming! Ooooohhhhhhh, fuck!!!" Jimmy squeezed his mother's ass tightly as his cockhead erupted with thick spurts of cum. Nancy could feel the hot spunk shooting inside her. She continued riding him through his orgasm, hoping to trigger her own, but it wasn't to be. Jimmy's cock sprayed a few more shots into his mother's cunt before the explosion ended. "Oh, yeah! Oh, Mom, that was great." He basked in the glow of having fucked his mother again as Nancy rolled off to the side. She could feel his warm cream inside her, a feeling she had always enjoyed. After she'd gotten her tubes tied several years earlier, she'd hoped to have that feeling a lot more often, but it wasn't long after that her husband stopped paying attention to her. The two laid there quietly for several minutes. "Did you like that?" he finally asked. "I didn't get to cum," Nancy said quietly. "Oh. I'm sorry, Mom. I'll get you off." Nancy smiled at him. That was one thing she enjoyed about her sessions with her son. He always wanted to make sure she came, too. Jimmy sat up on his elbows, thinking through a plan. "I'd eat your pussy, but..." Nancy nodded. She was full of her son's spunk, so she didn't expect him to go down on her. "Just give me a minute and we can fuck again." Jimmy began playing with his dick, trying to get it back to full arousal. Nancy watched him do it. The fact that he was trying to get hard again, just to get her off, gave her a warm feeling inside. If it had been her husband she was fucking, he would have said "oh well" and then gone to sleep. She watched as Jimmy continued tugging at his cock. After a minute, he stopped and looked at her. "This could go faster if you suck me." Nancy paused for a second. Giving her son a blowjob didn't help her feelings of shame, but she was too focused on getting her own orgasm to worry about it. She had to get him hard again. "All right." Jimmy hopped up and stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at his semi-rigid cock. Nancy sat up and came face to face with it. She popped his cock into her mouth and began jacking it with her hand while she sucked him. Nancy anxiously worked her boy's cock, trying to waken it up. She let her tongue swirl all around it. Jimmy ran his fingers through his mom's thick hair, loving the hot wetness of her mouth as it engulfed his dick. "Ohhh. Suck it, Mom." Lightly holding his mom's head, Jimmy rocked his hips forward, fucking her mouth. Nancy kept on sucking. She couldn't wait to start fucking again, to be brought to a frenzied orgasm. After a few more moments, Nancy felt his cock start to swell. She backed her head away to look at it, still jacking it with her hand. "I think it's ready to go." "Okay. How do you want it, Mom?" Nancy thought for a second and then rolled back to the middle of the bed. "Just like this, baby." She positioned herself on all fours, facing the bedroom door. Jimmy climbed onto the bed behind her, resting on his knees. "You really like it doggy style, huh?" "Yes," Nancy admitted in a near-whisper. Jimmy slapped his mom on the ass and rubbed his cock against her slit. "You want my cock inside you?" Nancy let out a whimper as he teased her. "Tell me, Mom." "Yes, I... I want your cock. Fuck me, Jimmy, please." Jimmy grinned and pushed his way inside his mother's pussy. She felt gooey from his cum, but he didn't mind. Nancy began humping her hips backwards, impaling herself on her son's stiff prick. Waiting Up I heard you fumbling your keys, trying to be as quiet as possible; opening the door and closing it slowly behind you. All I could do was smile, knowing you were trying to not wake me, but I had been up for an hour waiting on you. Your stuff was set down somewhere in the kitchen and your foot steps were coming my way. With every step, my smile grew wider and once your shadow was in front of the light I made sure my pose for you was irresistible. My head turned away from you, so you could not see the smile you give me even this early in the morning. The sheet was just past my panties, as my legs were spread; with my hand laid just right on my breast, which now had hardening nipples at the thought of you. Taking off your clothes and putting them in a neat pile beside the bed, you are so much better at tiding up after yourself then me. I would have torn my clothes off on the way to the bedroom and hoped in bed after a long night of work. You seemed to be taking your time, but I could feel you watching me. I shifted my position to see what you would do. You stopped shuffling things for a moment. Stopping in your next step, I heard you beside me, now sitting in the chair. It didn't take long to hear your next move. I would know that sound from miles away. You were stroking your long, hard cock. It was hard for me to keep quiet thinking about how much I wanted it. Even now thinking about getting out of bed to suck your cock while you sit in that chair; I teased my left nipples just out of your view at the thought. But I decided I would see where this was going. After all, you were stroking your cock at me. Just seconds after that thought, you stood up and moved towards me. Now as you set beside me letting your fingers trace your shadow on my skin, up and down my arm you stroked me. Your soft touch sending tingles through my whole body. All the while, I still hear you stroking your cock. Its turning me on more and more. I twitch a little; turning for you to have more access of me. Your fingers now teasing over my harden nipples and down my stomach, its so hard to keep playing "I'm asleep." My legs shift in a welcoming position, spreading wider for you. I don't think you know I am awake just yet. I feel your hand now sliding under the top of my panties you move further onto the bed closing the gap. Feeling the heat from my warm pussy you slide a finger under the bottom of my panties and move them to the side. I twitch a little more for that and you with drawl from me, I know now you don't want me to wake up yet. Still setting there stroking my body lightly and stroking your cock, you move back to my nipples. Getting them hard again now, your face comes closer and I feel you lick and flick at my right nipple with your tongue. You kiss down my stomach and get in front of me. Now moving my panties over again, and this time sticking your tongue deep in my hole. Circling my clit with your fingers and your tongue dancing in me, I twitch, almost looking to wake up. You slow your pace down, not ready for me to wake. Kissing slowly up my stomach, back to my nipples, giving them the attention they miss while you are gone. Your hand now slipping down the tops of my panties, in search of my hard clit, it circles slowly. Your hard cock is pushing against my side, begging for my wet, warmth. My hips begin to move with your hand, and I slow come to from the deep sleep you think I am in. You pull my panties down and move your cock to my pussy. I have not opened my eyes yet, with you still latched to my breasts. I feel the head of your cock now entering and I moan in pleasure as you push in hard. Your cock goes deep in my wetness and I pull you close to me. Your face comes to mine and you kiss me deeply allowing me to still taste my juices from your tongue. I slide my hand down where your hard cock slowly slide in and out of my pussy. And I stroke it in and out of me, my wetness all over my fingers I apply pressure to you. This seems to stimulate you into a harder & faster push in and withdraw from me. You grab my legs and pull them over your shoulders as you go to your knees to pound me. My fingers fall from your cock to my clit and I circle; feeling myself as I almost climax. My back arches, my body shivers and my hand falls to the side of me. I loose control of my body as my orgasm takes me away. A few seconds later I feel you move fast from between me. Your face now buried deep in my pussy lapping up my juices. I've hardly caught my breath from my first orgasm and here your tongue is deep in my pussy sending me to my next. Your hands come up and cup my breasts, teasing and pinching at my nipples. I moan in pleasure as I finally open my eyes and watch you going down on me. You must be able to feel my eyes, just as I start watching you, you go harder and faster at my hole. Pulling me closer to you, I bring my hand down to yours and circle my clit with you. My body trembles and my second orgasm not as strong as the first, bursts from inside me. Unable to take anymore, I pull you up to me and take a deep long kiss from you; the taste and smell of my pussy now deep in my own mouth. I push you back kissing down your chest and down the edges of your stomach. I nibble down your inner thigh, allowing your hard cock to run against the side of my face. You move to give me more access to your cock but, I still tease all the areas around it; starting at your balls. I licked and teased my way all the way up, over and down your hard shaft till you finally pushed it into my mouth. Taking you in deep while you push and pull me with my hair, I push my body up sideways next to yours. Turning you on your side to get more access, you pull me back on top of you. Spreading my legs you begin to eat me from behind; I squirm to get away from you, but your grip has me. I come down hard on your cock giving you everything I have; using my hand to stroke you and my other hand to massage at your balls. Finally I feel you start to tense up a little, I don't know how you've managed to even last this long. Moaning how I want you inside of me, you turn me around and lay me down making one last lick from my pussy to my mouth., topping me off with such a long kiss it was like you had missed my mouth in the short time your mouth was tasting my sweet juices. Your throbbing cock now meets my pussy again as we roll on our sides with our legs enter-twined, our hips move as one. We roll together on the bed and you thrust me with all your might. My hair all over the place sticking to the sweat on the sides of my face and my body, I feel our bodies loosing control from the sweat we have created. I roll you over on your back and begin to slowly pump myself on top of you. Leaning down to your face kissing you while you push and pull me with my breasts; my pumping gets harder and faster as you choose to roll me over bringing my legs to the air. You watch your cock go in and out of me, harder and faster with every pump. I move my hand to my clit and circle fast, touching your cock as the juices flow. You scream my name, as my orgasm lets loose, my pussy tightening up on your cock. I felt your hot cum deep inside of me. You collapse on top of me never letting your cock fall out. Face to face you kiss my forehead and fall fast to sleep. Both of us drained and unable to get out of bed to clean ourselves up. We lay there as one, as our juices flow down our leg, and your cock shrinks to a soft, tamed penis. Waiting Up The house was quiet when Jack Quinn came in. He took his shoes off in the entryway so that he wouldn't track water into the rest of the house. He dropped his keys quietly on the counter and didn't bother to take off his coat as he looked around for Nina. He found her in the den asleep, her e-reader resting in her lap. She was still dressed in work clothes, a stylish gray suit tailored perfectly for her, expensive black pumps, and a silky burgundy blouse. Nina was a district attorney and Jack Quinn was the lucky homicide cop whom she had fallen in with ten years ago. It was their second marriage for both of them. Jack was fifty-three and Nina had just turned fifty in March and she defied the number with the same tenacity that she approached her work. She was 5'6 with perfect legs, long wavy copper colored hair, and gorgeous green-grey eyes. She'd fallen asleep with her reading glasses still on, head tilted and resting lightly against her hand. The lamp next to her emphasized the red and gold in her hair. She looked beautiful....and damn Jack had missed her. Jack looked at her for a few moments before walking toward her. The conference had lasted four days—four days of lectures and notes and guest speakers on crime scene compliance procedures. He was glad to be home. Most men were happy to get away from their wives for a few days. But most men weren't married to a woman like Nina. Jack had called her every night and loathed his cold empty hotel room bed. "Nina," he whispered softly, "Babe, I'm home." He ran his fingers through her hair. With a little hum, she woke up easily as she had only been dozing rather than sleeping heavily. "Jack...." She reached up for him with a warm smile and he enveloped her in a fierce hug. She inhaled the scent of him—the citrus and spice of his cologne mixed in with the fresh scent of his shirt. He cooked; she did laundry and she always made sure his clothes smelled great. "I missed you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her mouth was soft and warm. Her kiss started out gentle and grew in intensity, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to lick his lips with the tip. Jack groaned and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her closer. He slid his hands up and down her back, then downward to squeeze her ass, molding her lower half against his groin. "Mmmmm," she purred, "something's waking up besides little old me." Her laugh was bubbly and warm. She smiled at her handsome husband, the deep brown eyes, the salt and pepper hair. "I told you not to wait up for me," Jack scolded her. His voice was affectionate. He loved that she had. "When do I ever listen to you? Besides, I got in really late anyway." "Emerson case?" "Yes. But let's not talk about work." "Methinks the lady has an agenda," Jack teased as he barraged her neck with a practiced assault of tiny kisses. He slid his hands over her body and with one fluid motion, he pulled off her suit jacket. "The lady does," Nina affirmed, moving in for another kiss. Jack cupped her face and stroked her soft skin with his thumbs. She parted her lips for him and tilted her head. He knew exactly what she wanted and he slid his tongue into her mouth, slowly and deliberately, teasing her with gentle thrusts and intermingled swirls. "I should put you over my knee for staying up when I told you to go to bed," he murmured to her in between hot kisses. By no means into anything ridiculously kinky, the couple did like to experiment and his beautiful, elegant classy wife liked an occasional spanking—just as much as he enjoyed giving her one. "I was a little naughty, wasn't I?" she whispered enticingly against his mouth, still kissing him lightly. Oh yes....Nina wanted a spanking. Jack felt his dick hardening at the thought. When could he refuse her anything? Let the games begin. Jack grabbed the one chair in the room that didn't have arms, a simple wooden chair that served as an extra seat—or sometimes for this far more delicious purpose. He removed his coat and his suit jacket and sat down. Nina watched him, flushed and fidgeting. "Come over here, Nina." He patted his lap. "I want you right here over my knee." His voice was low, quiet. "You can't be serious," she answered disbelievingly. It was all part of the game. "Get your pretty little ass over here right now ...or else." Jack's baritone voice was sharp. He was a cop, after all, and he knew how to give orders in a manner that they were certain to be obeyed. For all of her intelligence and independence, Nina Quinn found it as sexy as hell when Jack's laser beam authority was directed at her. She liked to be dominated in bed, not all the time, but often enough. She loved that he knew what she needed and was unashamed to give it to her. She was a lucky woman. "Tic toc," Jack warned his wife. "You're not going to like the consequences for keeping me waiting." And he meant it. Nina walked over to him and knelt down on the floor beside the chair. She could see his hard on through his trousers and a trill of anticipation coursed through her body. She leaned over his lap. Jack slid his fingertips up and down her spine, enjoying the feel of her through the silk of her blouse. He skimmed his hand over her bottom, barely grazing her through her skirt, just enough so that he knew she could feel the delicate rubbing. And then he stopped touching her completely for a couple of minutes. To her, the two minutes felt like an eternity. She squirmed against his lap and he knew that she could feel his erection pressing up against her thigh. "So impatient," he growled as she continued to wiggle. "Hold still, baby." He pushed her skirt up roughly and pulled her panties down to her knees. She made a tiny sound, half protest and half entreaty. Jack rubbed her ass and ground his cock against her thigh. She whimpered. The whimper turned into a cry of surprise when he slapped her hard on her right cheek. Four more slaps followed in quick succession. He switched to the other side and watched as her bottom began to turn pink. "This," he told her, "is what my pretty wife gets when she can't obey a simple request." He slapped her ass harder....faster. Her breathy whimpers and choked moans made his dick practically twitch. There was an undercurrent of pure pleasure in the sounds she made. Jack rubbed her bottom in between a series of more spanks, alternating between rubbing and slapping until her bottom was a rosy shade of red. "You'll listen to me next time I give you a direct order, won't you?" "Yes," she panted with a sharp intake of breath. He gave her another firm slap. The next series of slaps stung; the exquisite pain ran counterpoint to the tingling in between her legs, intensifying the sensations of both. "Ohhhh," Nina moaned. Jack could tell by her voice and by the crimson color of her bottom that she'd had enough. He moved his hands over her ass, kneading and rubbing, gently soothing the slaps with gentle caresses. He could feel the heat coming off of her. He could smell her arousal. Jack trailed his hands up and down her thighs, languorously stroking her skin. He inched his fingertips further up her thighs until he reached the inside and dipped the very tip of his finger in between her legs. Nina bucked at the contact. She was soaking wet. Keeping her in place by resting a hand against her back, he slid her panties all the way off, guiding them past her legs and feet, leaving those delectable black heels on. Jack slid a finger in between her folds, very lightly, barely touching her. She arched against his hand and would have rubbed against him if he hadn't suddenly pulled away. "Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck you? It's not nice to be kept waiting, is it?" "No, it isn't," she admitted. Jack waited. Nina could feel his eyes on her as she stared at the floor, her pleasure completely at his disposal and command. Jack moved his hand back in between her legs. Without a warning, he shoved two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly. She was so wet, they glided in effortlessly. He slid them in deeply but didn't move them. He made no contact with her clit. "You're so wet. Is this all for me?" He curled his fingers and pushed them in a little further. Nina bit her bottom lip and practically sobbed. The word barely came out. "Yes." "So beautiful.....so beautiful and sexy. My lovely, sweet wife." He kept his fingers inside her for another few seconds, perfectly still-- lingering. He allowed his thumb to graze her swollen clit, brushing it with a maddeningly light touch, just barely. Finally, Jack withdrew his fingers and Nina whimpered in protest. "Stand up," he ordered gruffly. She was shaky so Jack got up with her, putting a steadying arm around her waist. After she regained her balance and was standing on legs that felt like jello, Jack began to unbutton her blouse. He looked at her face the whole time, leaning forward to plant one soft kiss on her lips, but not breaking the eye contact other than for that one brief moment. He tossed her blouse aside and moved to her bra, removing it with expert fingers. "Lay down on the couch for me." His voice was softer, soothing. She was naked except for the shoes. Her red hair was a cloud of tousled copper. Her bottom was still pink, a lovely rosy flush. Jack unbuttoned his own shirt and took it off but left his pants on. Not wanting her to feel cold leather against her naked skin, Jack draped a blanket over the couch. As he kissed her tenderly and slowly caressed her face, she gazed back at him with half lidded eyes, still shining with need and want. He kissed her neck, sucking on her skin, flicking with his tongue and then reverting back to soft kisses. He kissed downward, in between her breasts. He moved his mouth to her left nipple, circled it with his tongue, and then took her nipple into his mouth, sucking. He followed this with a light nibble and then more sucking. Nina moaned appreciatively, hips writhing of their own accord. Jack smiled and moved to her right breast, treating it with the same careful attention. He kissed back up to her neck and felt her shiver. Nina loved to have her neck kissed and sucked and he enjoyed the intensity of her response. Jack took his time, sucking a few inches below her left ear and then taking her earlobe in between his lips. He placed careful love bites along the slope of her neck. "Take off my pants, sweetheart," Jack ordered. Nina undid his belt with tremulous fingers. She unbuttoned his pants and then unzipped them. The sound seemed particularly loud in the hushed, tension-filled room. She began pulling his pants down. Jack assisted. "Now my boxers." Nina tugged them off, practically cooing when his cock sprang completely free. "Such a good girl." "Jack...." "What, baby? Tell me what you need." His hands roamed liberally through her hair. "I need you to fuck me. Please." He kissed her and chuckled. "What a wonderful idea. Spread your legs." Nina parted her thighs for him. She tilted her head back, lips parted. Everything in her expression and her posture told him how much she wanted him. Jack pulled her hips down a little, improving their angle. He leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet folds. Nina moaned appreciatively when he made contact with her clit. "Is this what you want, honey? You want me to slide my dick inside you and fuck you senseless?" "Yes, yes--God yes." Jack pushed inside her all the way with one hard thrust. He took her wrists in one of his hands, kissed them, and held them above her head while he moved inside her, hot and hard and deep. She moved against him, joining in his rhythm, answering him thrust for thrust. She was so sexy, lying beneath him, legs spread wide as he took her. The intensity of her moans increased in volume and frequency as began to pump his hips faster...harder. "Jack, Jack...yes..." "Come now, sweetheart. Look at me and come for me." Jack slipped a hand between them rubbed her clit with deliberate circles. Nina looked at her husband and came with a loud cry, her lovely voice filling the room. As the orgasm rippled through her, her eyes closed involuntarily and her head tipped back. Jack released her hands and he felt her wind her arms around his neck. They were both panting. As another spasm shook her and he felt the intensity of it, Jack let go; he came inside her with a deep, long moan, spurting into her. Waves of heedless pleasure coursed through their joined bodies like ripples in a pond. Jack continued to move with long deep strokes---slowing his movements as their tremors slowly subsided. Nina buried her face in her husband's neck with a little sob. "Hey...hey....you all right?" Jack cupped her chin and tilted her head up, making her look at him. It took her a few seconds to find her voice. "Oh, yes. That was so good," she sighed. Jack nuzzled her and Nina returned the gesture by taking his face in between her hands, kissing both of his eyelids and then his mouth. She allowed her lips to linger there as she savored the comforting warmth of his body pressed against hers. "I'm glad the lady is pleased," Jack grinned. "Very pleased. I don't think I can move," she laughed. Jack withdrew from her slowly and leaned back into the couch, lying on his side and pulling her onto her side and straight into his arms. "Mmmmm, me either," he rumbled and planted a kiss on her neck. He reached for the other blanket on the back of the large L shaped couch and covered them both up. The last thing he saw before he laid his head down and closed his eyes was his wife's angelic and contented smile. He couldn't have asked for a nicer way to come home.