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The Seduction of Bobby's Mom

By: babylez



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Of course all the actors in this script are of legal age.

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It was just past eight on a Friday night and I was hoping this would be the first time that we would spend an entire night together in each other's arms. I had worked like a fiend to make it all come together and I could hardly believe it might finally happen. The woman that I wanted most in this world was on her way to my house and I was hoping that the final piece of my plan would fall into place. 

My legs and my pussy were now as smooth as a baby's bottom and I was ready for what I hoped would be a night of endless romance and passion with the woman who simply rocked my world. I had just finished blow-drying my hair and it looked great as usual and then I started putting on my makeup. But before I carry on endlessly about Bobby's mom, I need to give you some of the recent history and then take you back to when the entire plan for her seduction was originally formulated.

My name is Erin Jameson, unfortunately no relation to one of the sexiest women on the planet - Jenna Jameson. I'm currently in the last semester of my senior year in high school and I simply cannot wait for this year to finally end. For the past two years I've lived a double life of sorts and up to three months ago I was ready to head off to college in the fall to a much more liberal part of the country where I planned to party my ass off and just be myself at UCLA. At the present time, however, I'm just an eighteen year old high school senior in Houston, Texas. 

I was born Erin Michelle Jameson eighteen years ago this past November. If you're one of those people who are now trying to figure out my zodiac sign, let me make it simple for you. I'm a Sagittarius, for those of you who really give a shit about such meaningless stuff. Sorry for the negativity, but I've been mired in a long period of depression and it gets much worse if I don't take my little anti-depressant treats. Yup, you guessed it - Prozac.

My dad used to be a pilot for one of the major air carriers. He used to be the greatest dad on the planet. He used to be my best friend and he was there whenever and wherever I needed him. He used to be alive.

Most of that changed three years ago, when my mom was driving my brother back from basketball practice one afternoon. That was the day that a dump truck driven by a drunken driver ran a stop sign and took them from us.

That day will forever remain embedded in my mind and heart because it was the day I lost my entire family. I lost my mom and David - my brother, to eternal life in the blink of an eye, while I also lost my father as a result of his overwhelming grief. The man he became was nothing like the man he was and the ache he carried within him continued to change the relationship between us until the very end.

As a result of an excellent job with a stable company and sound investment decisions, my father had been financially well off a good while before the fatal accident, but after the wrongful death action he never had to work again. That was probably a good thing, because he eventually quit his job and then he spent the next two plus years inside a bottle of bourbon, using pills as a chaser.

Sadly, it all finally came to a head this past Christmas. I had been looking for him in the morning to give him his present and I couldn't find him anywhere. I looked all over our huge house – even out by the pool and in our garage, but he was nowhere to be found. It struck me as very unusual for a man who virtually stopped leaving the house entirely more than two years earlier.

Then I saw it next to the fourteen pound turkey that I was thawing for our Christmas dinner. It was a hand written note. As I picked it up to read it, it began predictably.

Dear Erin, please forgive me, but I can no longer continue to remain in this life without Claire and David. As you know, you've been a co-owner of all the bank accounts and I've always made you aware of that information for purposes of any emergency that might arise. Everything not in your name will pass to you through my will. There is more than eighteen million dollars divided among four accounts at Smith Barney as well as the local checking account. Nearly every invoice that comes to the house is debited automatically against one or more of those accounts. You should be financially stable for the rest of your life. I'm so sorry that I've failed you and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. God bless you. 

He was in such a hurry he didn't even bother to sign the damn thing.

I was not surprised later that day when I received the call from the Harris County Sheriff's Department confirming the fact that I was John Jameson's daughter. My dad was thoughtful enough to check into a Motel Six to blow his brains out, so I wouldn't be left with that vision in our house for the rest of my life. What a considerate son of a bitch he was, even up to the very end. And he even used a discount hotel chain. Yes, I'm bitter about it, but please don't get me started.

He died that day, but I lost him nearly three years earlier. So I spent Christmas dinner alone eating a bowl of Campbell's Tomato soup and two pieces of four-day old bread in the dinning room in our lavishly furnished two story house that used to be such a happy place, full of fun people who truly loved and cared about each other. Now it was just me.

I tried to cry, but I had no tears left. My father had prepared me for this day a long, long time ago and I was as ready for it as I could ever be. It was the first day of the rest of my life.

So now that you know a little about my depressing home life, let me tell you a little bit about my life as a student at Memorial High School in Houston, Texas.

Before my life was turned upside down by my mom's tragic accident I was a genuine stuck up bitch. I knew it and I was more than okay with it. I was beautiful and smart – as in the top two percent of the class smart and the co-captain of the cheerleading squad for two years along with Tracy Preston. 

I also had my pick of any guy in the school. The problem was that I had known for years that I was not interested in guys, but I lacked the courage to come out and tell anyone else, so I lived a double life of sorts.

While I was at school I pretended to like the same things that all the other girls liked and even dated guys every now and then to try and appear totally normal, as if I had any idea what that was. I was way too young to understand that I should not have cared so much about what everyone else thought, but hell – it was high school and it was really important for me to retain my social standing with the only group of people I knew, especially with no family support of any kind any more.

Okay, just so you know what a stuck up bitch really looks like, I was definitely my mother's daughter. My mother had been a first runner up in the Miss Texas beauty pageant nineteen years earlier and I definitely had her great looks. I'm five feet, nine inches tall when I'm not in heels and I have thick natural platinum blond hair that comes down a couple inches below my breasts in soft wavy curls that I swear are natural.

From years of competitive swimming and religiously jogging in all sorts of weather, my figure has remained a very tight 34-23-34 and my boobs – though not very huge, have a great cup size at nearly a 'D.' I also have my mother's killer green eyes and I always receive compliments on them, even though the breasts get all the visual attention. Most of the time I never wear any make-up except lipstick and eye liner, but when I do go to the trouble you'd better look out. I refer to that as my 'take no prisoners' look.

Anyway, it was all good enough to achieve the lofty status I sought to maintain in high school, but of course, I was living a bit of a lie and that also took a pretty hard toll on me. I was afraid to come onto any of the girls in our school, out of fear of rejection and then ultimately public disclosure, so I began traveling on weekends to other parts of the city with my 'take no prisoners' look where I became rather good at meeting women in malls and other places who were interested in being seduced by a beautiful eighteen year old female.

After I finally got the courage up and the drill down, I was finally able to enjoy at least one successful conquest each weekend and during it all I realized I was incredibly attracted to women who were older than me and in some cases – much older than me.

Anyway, I stayed with my game plan until one day something happened to me that changed everything. It actually all started several months earlier in December, when Bobby Martin first came onto me. 

If I was a normal heterosexual female I would have married Bobby right after high school and had 2.5 kids and been the happiest woman in Texas. Bobby was the All-State quarterback on our very good football team and as soon as that season ended he was an All-State point guard on our even better basketball team.

At six feet four inches tall with dark brown hair and soft brown eyes Bobby was easily one of the best looking boys in the school. What I also liked best about him was that he had a lot more going for him than just athletics and I knew that because we had several honors classes together. 

Nevertheless, I wasn't a normal heterosexual female, but when Bobby finally set his sights on me I was placed in a real predicament. Of course I wasn't seeing anyone special, so I knew my friends would expect me to be excited about dating the hottest guy in the school and once he started his pursuit seemed to be relentless. But just as I had finally decided that I was willing to turn him down to risk it all, I had what you might call a change of heart.

It happened after a holiday basketball tournament at our school one Friday night, a couple weeks before Christmas, and there was a mix-up with my ride and I was in a bit of dilemma. It was raining very hard, my dad was not answering the phone as usual and my best friend Leann had left without telling me because her boyfriend's parents were not home and she was desperately trying to get laid. She and I did a lot of carpooling that year and this was the first time she ever ran off and left me, so I was not too angry at her over it.

Anyway, I was almost ready to walk the six miles home in the wet weather when Bobby intercepted me at the door and asked me if I needed a lift home. He had been flirting with me so much over the past several weeks and I had fielded all of his attempts without displaying any reciprocal interest so I was almost inclined to ignore him again and just leave. At that moment, however, the rain seemed to increase in its intensity and I quickly rethought that rather unsound strategy.

I turned and smiled at him and thanked him for the offer. Then we headed outside under the overhang to wait for his ride. We made idle conversation about the game and his performance for about ten minutes until a late model black Lexus SUV drove up the circular driveway in front of the school. As soon as he saw the car he headed immediately towards it without saying a word to me, so I just followed him.

He opened the back door for me to get in and then someone said something from the front seat.

"Bobby, I didn't know you were gonna have company, sweetie. I have groceries scattered all over the place. One of you will have to sit up front and the other can squeeze in the back seat next to the five gallon bottle of water."

My attention was immediately drawn to the driver's side of the car and one of the most sensual female voices I had ever heard, but it was dark and even with the interior dome light on in the car I could not clearly see the lady who was seated behind the wheel.

Bobby opened the front door and ushered me inside and then he closed the door behind me. I heard him slide in against the groceries and close the back door, tightly sandwiching himself between the bottle of water and the door. I looked over towards the driver and that was when our eyes locked on to each other.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet Erin, I think I may have mentioned her to you a time or two." Bobby said, with a trace of laughter in his voice, as he continued to rustle around on the back seat trying to get comfortable.

Our eyes remained fixed on each other. I was looking at who I thought might easily be the most attractive female I'd ever seen in my life. She had long brown hair to about the middle of her back, warm brown eyes – now I knew where Bobby got his, and the kind of perfect face you usually only see on models. Her light maroon eye shadow along with a light maroon or cranberry colored lipstick was all the makeup I could detect and it was damn well all she needed. After finally taking her all in I realized that with the single exception of my mother, Bobby's mom was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen.

Without breaking the stare I absent mindedly stuck my arm towards her to shake her hand and then she did the same thing. When our hands finally touched I felt it immediately and I knew by the look in her eyes that she felt it too. We continued to stare at each other and we just held that position for what almost seemed like an eternity. All the while Bobby chattered on to his mother about the game, totally oblivious to the incredible chemistry that was occurring between us in the front seat.

A horn blast from behind the car suddenly jolted us back to reality, as we both looked back in a reflexive movement responding to the sound. Then we turned back and our gazes met again briefly, as she spoke.

"Erin, what an absolutely beautiful name for an absolutely gorgeous girl; I'm Cheryl Martin." Then to my dismay we released our hold on one another and she began to redirect her attention to the road and we slowly drove away from the school.

Bobby continued to chatter away behind me, but I had tuned him out once I saw his mom. I sat in the front seat with my back against the door facing her and each time we stopped for a red light or a traffic slowdown, she turned her head to look at me and would find me just staring at her. I knew it was terribly obvious, but I just couldn't help it; I was simply in awe of her beauty. Then our eyes would remain locked on each other until someone else would beep their horn behind us and then Cheryl would act a little embarrassed and then we'd continue driving towards my house.

I wanted that drive to last forever, but I knew it wouldn't take long to travel six miles, even in the rain. However, my mind was working overtime to consider what I could possibly do to insure a chance to meet this woman again, very soon. Then the pieces all seemed to fall into place for me.

About ten minutes later Cheryl pulled her car into the driveway at my house and I knew that Bobby would insist on walking me to the door, hoping for a chance to kiss me and get his hands all over me. He had no idea that I was about to make it terribly easy for him.

He jumped out of the car first and opened the door for me and I slid out without saying a word to his mother. He walked me to the door and I let him take me in his arms for just an instant. 

"Wait!" I said, before he was about to kiss me. Why don't you hang out here for a while? We can order some pizza or make some popcorn and watch some DVDs and I can drive you home later."

I had no doubt what his response would be. The tough part was how I handled things afterwards.

He smiled at me and for an instant I almost wished that I could have been genuinely attracted to the guy. His expression was too adorable and it reminded me of a little boy who had just received a puppy for Christmas. I almost felt guilty for what I knew were my ulterior motives. Almost! 

"That sounds great Erin, I'll run out and tell mom." He said, nearly euphoric at his sudden change of fortune.

He turned to start back towards the car and I quickly grabbed the sleeve of his varsity jacket, which caused him to spin back around to face me. This time he had a curious expression on his face.

"Look, it's probably a good idea if I go ask her if its okay for you to stay, instead of you. I need to thank her for the ride home anyway and I think it'll be easier just in case she has any questions for me. You go inside and get out of that wet jacket and warm up. I'll just be a couple minutes."

He smiled at me and then headed into the house. I smiled to myself, as I watched him go inside, then I walked back towards his mother's car in the rain.

I could have easily knocked on the driver's side window and talked with her, but that wasn't the way I wanted it to play out. I walked around the car in front of the headlights so she could see that I was returning and then I opened the passenger side door and got back into the front seat of her car and shut the door.

When I turned to face Cheryl, her expression was very warm, but she didn't appear at all surprised by my return. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, but it was almost as if she knew I'd be back. She continued to stare at me without saying a word, with a sexy half-smile on her face. We sat there and continued to make eye contact for twenty or thirty seconds until I finally spoke.

"Bobby is in the house drying off and wants to know if he can stay over here for a couple hours to get a bite to eat and watch movies. I can drive him home afterwards, if that's alright with you."

Then I leaned in towards the center of the car, closing the distance between us by at least half. Now I estimated that Cheryl was less than two feet from me, as our eyes remained locked on each other.

She nodded slowly and then said in a wispy voice. "Ahhh, that a, that will be fine - Erin."

I smiled at her and instinctively she smiled back. 

Then there was another silent pause between us, as we continued to take each other in. I moved even closer towards her and then in a near whisper I added. "There's no way that Bobby can see us from inside the house and no one can see us from the street."  

I could tell that she seemed to think about that for an instant and then she looked back at me brandishing an expression that told me that she fully understood the relevance of my comment. 

I could feel my heart racing, but it was different from the way I felt with any other female I'd ever been with before. I knew I was about to do something I'd never done with anyone else who was within my social sphere of friends or acquaintances and I knew that it had the potential of backfiring on me in a really big way.

I took one more look into Cheryl's eyes trying to make sure that what I thought I saw in them earlier was still there. Then I slowly leaned my head towards her in search of my coveted prize.

Sometimes desire can be measured in just millimeters. I felt her head move towards me, although I knew the movement was terribly slight. I could sense that she was probably fighting against countless constraints that this eighteen year old high school senior could never even begin to imagine. I was sure, however, that things like a loving husband, social standing and years of family values were at the forefront and they were all flashing red warning signals somewhere in the back of her mind as I approached her and each one of those warning signals had the potential to force her to turn her head away at the last minute, but she didn't.

Our lips met and we held the kiss for nearly a full minute. I wanted to put my hand around her head and pull her into me to increase the passion, but I didn't. I wanted to open my mouth and let my tongue fully explore the inner recesses of her beautiful mouth, but I didn't. I wanted to touch her breasts, which were so huge compared to mine and terribly inviting, but I didn't. I wanted the kiss to do nothing more than build on the sheer excitement that I sensed we each felt earlier, while at the same time not scare her away.


The Seduction of Bobby's Mom



After a minute I pulled back very slowly to break the kiss and I could feel our lips slightly sticking together due to the lingering contact of our lipstick. It felt erotic as hell to me and I sensed she felt it too. At the same time I heard a welcome sound come from her mouth.

"Ahhhh." She moaned, the sound barely escaping from her moist lips.

I smiled warmly upon hearing her soft, sensual moan.

I really would have liked to have stayed with her and talked for the rest of the night. I wanted to know everything about her and I wanted her to know everything about me. In fact, I was tempted to ask her to stay instead of her son, but I didn't want to rush this at all. I really wanted this woman and I was willing to invest the time it would take to do it the right way.

I maintained eye contact for several more seconds and then I started to slowly smile at her. I knew she would probably return the smile and when she did I felt even better having correctly anticipated her reaction.

"Cheryl, you're an absolutely wonderful kisser and I hope you'll let me kiss you again very soon."

I turned in my seat and opened the car door and stepped back out into the rain. I turned back around to see her one last time and she was still watching me with that sexy half smile on her face. Even under the dim light coming from the dome light fixture overhead she looked spectacular.

I felt myself getting wet just watching her and thinking about the feelings that were now rampaging throughout my entire body, all spawned by that wonderful kiss. I'd tried desperately over the years to conceal my sexual orientation from all my friends and acquaintances, yet now I knew that this woman could cause me to change the entire way I looked at the world.

When I got back into the house Bobby had found his way to the kitchen and had helped himself to a Diet Coke and was looking at my senior pictures that had arrived earlier that week. I had left them on the kitchen table for my dad to look at, but of course they remained unopened the entire week; what a surprise. So now it was the first time that anyone really cared enough to look at the damn things and in truth I wasn't terribly upset about his curiosity.

"Good god, Erin, you're absolutely gorgeous." He exclaimed, as he panned over the photos. "Would you consider giving me one of your senior photos?"

He stared at them in the most adorable manner, except perhaps for the near noticeable drool, and I had to admit that I was really flattered. Besides, I had no clue what I'd do with a full packet of all those damn pictures anyway. My father wasn't even motivated enough to open them, so I figured – what the hell.

I took my school letter jacket off and threw it over the back of a chair at the table. I was still wearing the slinky cheerleader attire which consisted of a really short skirt and a tight bare midriff top that oddly enough would not have survived the school dress code, yet it was somehow acceptable for the cheerleading squad to wear it to high school athletic events and perform in front of the school body, faculty and all the parents. Don't get me wrong, I loved showing a lot of skin, but some of those school rules were just damn crazy and were never applied uniformly.

As I came over to Bobby in the scanty outfit I could tell his level of horniness had climbed a couple points on the Rictor Scale. I guess even though I was gay it was still flattering to have a guy find you that attractive, but I can tell you I wasn't getting any sort of rush from it at all in any part of my internal plumbing.

"Sure, pick anyone you want." I said, in my best 'I really don't give a shit' tone.

At first he was cautious and grabbed the sheet of wallet photos. Then he looked at me for approval.

"You sure that'll do it for you? You don't want a different size?" I asked.

Now he was emboldened. He put down the wallet sized photos and picked up a sheet of two 5" X 7"s. I rummaged through one of the kitchen drawers for a Sharpie pen and then wrote across one of the photos – "To Bobby, the best fuck I ever had, love Erin."

When I handed Bobby the sheet containing both photos he immediately looked at the one with the inscription and a slow smile gradually began to form on his face.

"It's not an invitation killer, but you can use it in the locker room if anyone doubts your war stories." I said with a wry smile. "If the language is too crass for you, you can trash it and just keep the other one."

I know you're probably wondering why I would I write that on a photo that I gave to Bobby. Well, I thought about it for a few minutes first and then realized that the publicity would be good for me as well and it would probably keep the other guys away. People would continue to consider me a normal heterosexual female and I also knew that such a great testimonial from me would certainly not hurt Bobby's reputation a single bit. To me it was the characteristic win-win scenario.

You could tell a similar thought went through his mind at the same time, as his smile and bulge in his crotch grew noticeably larger when he read it.

I called out for some pizza and we headed off for our cinema room – no kidding, we actually have one of those. My dad stocked it with all the nifty bells and whistles, including a 72 inch plasma screen television, a great surround sound system, a collection of DVDs that could keep a person busy for a solid year and one of those old-time popcorn machines that's actually large enough to have its own wheels. The room also was separately insulated to the teeth, so you could play the volume as loud as you could stand it without disturbing anyone else in the house. Being a guy, Bobby was suitably impressed with the entire layout and of course he knew immediately how to operate everything, which was a load off my mind.

Bobby selected a Bruce Willis movie and popped it into the machine. Then he sat down on one of the sofas and pulled his sweat shirt off. He was now sitting in a Memorial High School Panthers Athletic Department tee shirt and a pair of matching gray sweat pants. He kicked his Adidas off and he looked like he was getting pretty comfortable. I knew what I wanted from him and I also suspected that if I was to be successful with my plan there would have to be some measure of quid quo pro for Bobby.

It wasn't like I never had sex with a boy before. I knew I had been into women for several years, but before that I had my share of boyfriends. Some in fact were much older than I was, so I certainly had enough experience with guys to pull this off, although it would clearly be rather distasteful for me, since the truth of the matter was that I really didn't find guys sexually attractive.

I sat about two feet away from Bobby and we made small talk until I heard the wall buzzer and I knew the pizza delivery man had arrived. Bobby was a gentleman and wanted to get up and pay for it, but I reminded him that it was my house, my invitation and hence - my treat. He smiled when he realized that he was out-argued and I went to get the pizza.

I'm not a big pizza fan. You don't keep a killer body like this eating pizza, so I brought the pizza and a plate into the room and put them on the table in front of Bobby and told him to dig in. He was in guy heaven, free food and an action movie on a big screen television.

I told Bobby I'd be right back, but I'm sure he never even heard me. I went upstairs to see if my father was home. Actually, that's a lie; I suspected that he was probably home. In truth I went to see where he passed out this time. Once he even made it to my bedroom, so I had a vested interest in knowing where he was.

I found him asleep on his bed with his clothes on and an empty bourbon bottle on the nightstand. I felt terrible for what he had become, but I had no idea how to stop it. Maybe I just never understood the depth of his despair or maybe I should have done much more, but I simply had no clue about what to do, so I did nothing.

I went to my room and showered and masturbated twice to a wonderful orgasm thinking about Cheryl Martin. In fact, the orgasms were so wonderful that it seemed to help me become even more determined in my quest. I put on a sexy pair of shorts and a very tight bare midriff tee shirt without a bra – all equipment that was needed to bait the hook, and then I headed downstairs to the kitchen. 

I fixed myself a small salad and I cut up a chicken breast and dropped it into the bowl on top of the salad. This in fact had become my standard dinner at least five days of the week for most of the past two years. Usually one day of the week I'd just be too tired to eat anything when I finally got home and the seventh day would invariably become a fast food day, never my favorite thing. And that ladies and gentlemen, along with jogging five miles a day come rain or shine, is how I stay at the 121-125 pound range. I call it Erin's modified anorexia diet.

Then to my chagrin I realized I was out of my no-fat, no-cholesterol, no-taste salad dressing, so I'd be eating this meal totally dry, but with all the stuff going on in my life I was determined not to get crazy over food. Besides, I'd been doing all of the grocery shopping since mom died and I had never become very good at it yet and I was always running out of stuff. When I forgot toilet paper the last time I swore I'd go to written shopping lists, but so far I hadn't kept that commitment either. Hell, it was tough becoming an adult when you turned fifteen and I just hadn't gotten it all down pat yet.

I grabbed my salad and went to the cinema room and I saw that Bobby was already more than halfway through the pizza and the movie. He looked up at me and commented favorably about my choice of outfit and then returned his attention to 'The Last Man Standing,' glancing at my legs as often as he could without detracting from his enjoyment of the flick.

After about an hour that video was finally over and he was ready to pop in 'Jurassic Park,' when I suggested to him that we talk for a little while first. He thought that was a great idea and after he finished the pizza and then got himself another Diet Coke from the fridge we started swapping family stories. I started the monologue, mainly because I wanted to control the flow of information that was imparted, while also dictating the kind of stuff I wanted to learn from him.

I told Bobby about my mom and brother and what happened to them and he admitted that he had known about it from the newspapers when it first happened. I focused on who they really were before the accident, so I wouldn't become too terribly depressed – hell, did I really write that?

I told him about my dad and who he used to be, leaving out a large part of what he had now become. My little narrative lasted nearly thirty minutes and I think it caused him to look at me a little differently, as he realized the magnitude of what I had been forced to deal with in my short life.

Bobby started telling me about his family and he was content to give me the quick two minute summary overview, so I had to put my own questions to him. I started asking him about his dad. Of course, I had no interest in his father, but I knew Bobby was no dummy and I'd have to back into the questions I had about his mom.

When I finally got bored pretending to be interested in his father I started on his mother about a minute or two later. I wanted to know everything, her age, where she was born, what she did for a living, what her schedule was like, her favorite flower, her favorite color – just everything. 

I found out that Cheryl was an attorney like Bobby's father and she worked for Harris County as a criminal prosecutor. She was born in Houston like I was and she met and married her husband at the University of Houston, where she had to drop out to have her first child when she was barely 19. She eventually finished school, had another kid and went to law school at night at South Texas College of Law. Cheryl turned thirty nine years old on her birthday last month, so I knew our birthdays were in the month of November.

When I finally sensed that I may have pushed it too far I began the quid pro quo part of the plan. I slid across the couch next to Bobby and let him kiss and grope me to his heart's content, which was way longer than my heart's content.

I had to remain vigilant, however, because I had to keep removing his hand from my pussy every several minutes. It wasn't that I had no intention of letting him fuck me if it needed to be part of the plan, but I knew if I surrendered those goods to him too quickly I'd be in deep trouble on the third or fourth date.

It all finally got to be too much for me, so I had to take matters into my own hand, literally and figuratively. I pulled his cock out from his sweatpants and then I proceeded to give him what I was reasonably sure was the best hand job he ever had in his life. It wasn't part of the plan, but when he was finally ready he even wound up cumming on my shorts and all over my boobs, which I think in his mind seemed much more like a pagan mating ritual than anything else. 

I used his sweatshirt to wipe his messy shit off me, which I could tell really surprised the hell out of him. I think the guy had been watching way too many porn movies and he either expected me to lick it off and stare invitingly at him as I did it or wipe it into my skin, acting like the whole thing was going to drive me to an intense orgasm. Like any of that was ever gonna happen.

Anyway, it was all designed to help me retain control of that game and I had to shake my head quietly when I realized that the entire episode didn't even get me moist. Next time I'd go a little farther if I had to and then a little more after that, until I didn't need Bobby in my plan anymore. Yeah, I know, it's cold.

I cast a perfunctory glance towards the clock on the wall before telling Bobby that it was getting late and that I needed to run him home, since I had a very busy day planned the next day. I think I had planned to wash my hair or some other similar critical thing. Anyway, he had his orgasm so I knew he'd be pretty compliant about leaving and he was.

I dropped him home around 1:00 a.m. and then I let him molest me in the car for about another minute or two, before I began to finally lose my patience with his over-the-top hormone level bullshit and I told him that he was about to really piss me off if he didn't go into the house now.

He could tell I wasn't kidding and that he was about to push me a little too far. Before he left the car though I told him I would like to come over to his house sometime and meet his father. I could tell he was excited about that idea and he said he'd arrange something real soon. All-in-all, it helped us end the night on a real positive note.

I drove home and felt pretty good about my plan and I was anxious to see how it would continue to unfold.

The following Saturday was the last weekend before Christmas and Bobby had invited me to dinner at his house. His family was simply adorable. He had a younger brother named Randy who looked a lot like Bobby and a father who was also named Bobby, but who went by Bob. Bob was also extremely handsome, but not nearly as attractive as his sons.

I could tell Cheryl felt a bit uneasy by my presence and I kind of expected that. I knew that she would want to keep any feelings she may be developing for me separate and aside from her family and she seemed to feel weird about having it all come together in her home.

We all visited and I received more male attention than I ever cared for or needed for the rest of my life and I was developing a real sense that Bobby's father would have really enjoyed seeing a lot more of me outside the current family gathering, if I had only given him the slightest sign of encouragement. I wondered whether the pig was also cheating on that gorgeous wife of his and then I concluded based on his conduct that he probably was.

Cheryl played the role of the perfect hostess, seeing to all our needs, without ever interrupting the three males who were trying their hardest to impress the only available female of the species, while competing for her attention. If Cheryl was put off by her husband's overly friendly demeanor towards me she never once let on.

After dinner the three Alpha males all settled down to watch a Rockets-Spurs game on television and I helped Cheryl clear the dinner plates. It was the first time we would be alone since the week before in her car and I did not want to lose the opportunity to spend even a moment with her. Also, the truth was, even though I was a cheerleader, if it wasn't the Dallas Cowboys I wasn't all that keen about sports anyway, so there was no way I was going to sit around on my ass and watch it on television.

When we were finally alone in the kitchen it started out a little like we were walking on eggshells. She remained appropriate at all times and asked me questions about myself, which I was more than happy to answer.

She made an interesting comment to me, something along the lines of "I'm sure with your great looks you have to literally beat the guys off with a stick."

I smiled at that line wondering about its true purpose. Then I thanked her for the wonderful compliment and told her that in my opinion I had absolutely nothing on her in the looks department. I could tell by the way she looked at me she didn't hear those sorts of things often enough from her husband, which only confirmed my suspicions about him.

Then I dropped the biggest surprise of the night on her when I looked into her eyes and told her that I was really not into guys at all. The disclosure resulted in an obvious pregnant pause between us and our eyes remained locked onto each other for another minute. I watched her swallow hard as her mind now appeared to be racing at over a hundred miles an hour. Then she forced herself to return to the task at hand.

She took care of putting away the leftovers as I cleaned the dishes off and loaded them into the dishwasher. Each time I would walk past her I would make sure I touched her somewhere on her back or shoulders and held that touch a bit longer than was normally appropriate.

When nearly everything was loaded up in the washing machine I went to the doorway into the dining room and living room area and peeked out to be sure the three males were still glued to the game. Thank goodness for predictability. For god's sake, can anyone tell me why women aren't ruling this planet?

I came back to the sink area and I walked up directly behind Cheryl. I moved my pussy directly against her butt and shifted it back and forth very slowly, grinding it against her very firm ass. Then I put my arms around her waist. She froze in place without saying a single word, but she didn't leave and she didn't ask me to stop.

I moved my lips to her head and then began slowly kissing her neck and all along her ear. As I kept it up for five or maybe even ten minutes Cheryl never moved a muscle, but I could feel that she was getting weak-kneed and I knew we probably would not be able to maintain this level of foreplay too long in this position. 

I was starting to feel bolder and much more confidant as I kissed her. I whispered in her ear. "Stay here Cheryl, don't move a muscle."

I retreated to the doorway once again, relieved to find that the males were still lying on a couch or on a Lazy-Boy recliner fully immersed in the ball game. I smiled and turned around and headed back towards the kitchen counter and my prey. I was extremely pleased to see that Cheryl was in exactly the same position.

I moved back against her and continued kissing her neck, but this time I was also using my hands to slowly knead her beautiful firm ass. I could feel that she was gradually pushing her butt back to meet my thrusts, as she was obviously enjoying the mixed sensations she was receiving.




The Seduction of Bobby's Mom



I knew that we could be interrupted at any moment and I didn't want my eagerness to ruin the plan. I hated to stop, but I knew I must be cautious. I took hold of Cheryl's wrist and pulled her towards me, causing her body to spin so that she was now directly facing me.

We were both wearing low 3 inch heels and we were very close in height. I loved the thought that we'd align up well when the time eventually came. I stood there looking into the same soft brown eyes I stared into a week earlier and the same feelings of absolute arousal swept over me.

I started to lean towards her to claim my prize. Since I first set eyes on her a week ago I'd thought of nothing else except the next time I'd be able to kiss those incredible lips again. Then I heard her speak. It was almost too faint to comprehend and I could tell that her heart was not fully invested in the words.

"Erin, I . . . I can't."

I knew there would be some measure of guilt and resistance along the way, but I had no idea where it might eventually manifest itself. I ignored what she said and continued to move my face towards hers until it was only inches away. Then I whispered to her in my most sensual voice.

"Kiss me."

I leaned in further to kiss her and as I did I put my hand behind her head and pulled her face closer to mine. The passion of the kiss overwhelmed us both and we were kissing each other wildly, while our tongues continued to play tag back and forth. I have no idea how long we held that series of kisses, but it must have been not less than five minutes. When we finally parted our breathing was visibly accelerated and we were nearly panting.

Cheryl glanced over my shoulder to be sure no one was watching and then she returned her eyes to mine. The way she looked at me simply gave me goose bumps.

I suddenly felt even bolder. I leaned into kiss her again and I could almost see a sense of panic begin to visibly appear in her eyes. When I was almost touching her lips I whispered again.

"You're the most incredible creature I've ever seen and I haven't stopped thinking about you since last week. Kiss me . . . kiss me again."

She was definitely a look of fear in her eyes now. I heard her whimper. "No, please, someone might come in at any moment."

I stared at her for an instant. I thought I was starting to get a better feel for Cheryl now and I wanted to see whether I was right. I realized that it might be a dangerous card for me to play, but I desperately wanted to know if I had a chance to make this beauty mine.

"Okay, if you won't obey me then I'll have to find someone who will." I whispered back to her, as I pretended that I was about to turn and leave her standing alone at the kitchen counter.

A visible look of panic seemed to overtake her that rivaled her earlier expression and it warmed my heart to know that I had read my lover correctly. She glanced quickly at the doorway once again, before moving her face closer to mine. Then throwing caution to the wind she devoured my lips in another passionate embrace.

This time it was her hand forcing my face against hers. The feeling was erotic as hell and I could sense that I was getting lost in the kiss and that I was becoming extremely wet. At that moment I knew that would have followed this woman to the ends of the Earth.

I suddenly wondered how wet Cheryl was and I just had to know. I reached my hand down the front of her dress and began to gather it up so that I could have easier access to her pussy. Her eyes opened wide as she felt her skirt ride up towards her crotch. She quickly broke our kiss and her hand intercepted my arm before I could finish raising her skirt to the desired level.

"Not here, please. Someone might come into the kitchen any minute." She whispered, but this time there was an obvious tone of contrition as well as fear in her voice.

I maintained eye contact with her the entire time. "Everything will be fine, now take your hand off my arm. I want to feel how wet you are."

She looked over my shoulder again at the doorway, but I could see that the fear in her eyes was slowly being replaced by her growing passion. Then I felt her grip on my arm begin to loosen, as she slowly returned her eyes to mine.

I moved my hand under her skirt and then inside her panties. I heard a deep sigh come from her mouth as the palm of my hand made contact with her sexual center. I could feel her hair was in a neatly trimmed strip above her pussy, which otherwise appeared to be perfectly shaved. I put my entire hand over it and slowly rubbed it back and forth in the most provocative manner. I was enjoying the low whimpers that were escaping from her mouth and they had a highly erotic effect on me, as well.

Cheryl was getting incredibly wet and I knew I was too. Then I used my middle finger to carefully enter her and I slowly began to fuck her with my finger.

Cheryl eventually began to move to the rhythm of my hand, occasionally even trying to mount it. The passion of our kissing continued unabated as my hand moved in and out of her pussy, gradually increasing the intensity. I could tell that her body was getting close to a climax and I worked another finger into her very wet pussy to try and help her along. 

I found her clit and with both fingers I closed them together on it and felt her entire body began to shudder. She put her arms around me and pulled me closer to her as her body was overwhelmed by one powerful orgasm and then what appeared to be a much smaller one. I nearly pushed my tongue down her throat as I felt her cum. Then I began to feel her nails digging into my back and although it was slightly painful, I realized that I loved every minute of it.

I held her tight and kissed her as she came down from her coital high. I kept looking into those eyes and wanting this woman with an intense lust I'd never previously known. I was trying to hold her and kiss her lovingly until she came down from her climax, but then I was surprised to feel her hands begin to tug on my skirt.

"Baby, what are doing?" I whispered in a mildly curious tone that was clearly full of love.

It was almost as if my question broke a trance that she had fallen under. Then she looked into my eyes and spoke in a quiet voice that contained a slight waver, as she continued fumbling with my skirt. "I haven't . . . you haven't, I wanna make you cum too."

I smiled at her level of concern for my sexual well being, but I knew we pushed the envelope as far as we dared in her home. "Another time baby, we'll take care of my needs at another time."

She looked up at me and seemed to think about what I said for a moment or two and then smiled at me and nodded without saying another word.

"Listen Cheryl, I'm going to get my purse and go home. I want you to tell your family I apologized for not saying goodbye, but tell them I wasn't feeling well. Okay?"

She smiled and nodded at me and then we kissed again and then we kissed one more time until I suspected that we were really on borrowed time. Then I had to finally force myself to pull away from my coveted prize.

I made my way out of the kitchen, through the dining room and out to the entry area by the front door, with Cheryl in tow. Her family was still glued to the Rockets' game and they appear to even hear us.

I walked out half expecting to kiss Cheryl and then head to my car but she motioned for me to go straight to my car and then she followed behind me. I clicked my remote twice to open both doors and I entered the driver's side and Cheryl entered the passenger side of my dad's BMW.

Once she was in the car I was consumed by her. As she kissed me I felt her hand make its way between my legs and I opened my thighs wider to provide her with unfettered access. As I began to surrender to the intense passion that now seemed to overtake us, my attention was suddenly drawn to the illumination of the front porch. Someone had turned the porch light on and I assumed that same person was about to come outside looking for us.

I forced myself to break our wonderful kiss and push her back slowly. "Cheryl . . . Cheryl, we have to stop. Someone is coming towards the car from the house."

It took a moment for it to finally register, but Cheryl quickly understood what I was trying to tell her and she regained her composure and moved back to her seat, trying to straighten out her skirt and her hair. 

It was dark out and the windows were deeply tinted, so I knew there was no way anyone could see directly into my car anyway, but the caution was probably well advised. A moment later there was a knocking at my window and I lowered it and Cheryl's husband was standing there with a Cheshire cat smile. I was quickly starting to like him a whole lot less.

He leaned on the side of the car and the guy actually grabbed my upper arm in his hand and was gently squeezing it out of Cheryl's view in what he probably thought was an erotic or provocative gesture. I was getting a better idea about who the real Bob Martin was now and I suspected he considered himself quite the ladies' man. I was also fairly certain that he expected this eighteen year old high school girl to genuinely enjoy the attention of an attractive older man, but with the feelings I was rapidly developing for his wife his action simply repulsed me.

"Hey you two, its halftime and we couldn't find anyone in the house, so I thought I'd come out here and see if your car was still in the drive. What's up?"

"Hey Mr. Martin . . . " I began, before he interrupted me and reminded me for the third or fourth time that evening to call him Bob.

I smiled at him giving him my most disdainful look, which I knew was lost on him in the dark.

"Bob . . . " I slowly began again with a hint of agitation on my voice. "I was feeling a bit sick and I thought it might be better if I went home. Your wife was kind enough to walk me to my car and then we just started chatting and she got cold so she came inside. But I really need to head home. I didn't mean to run out without saying anything, but you guys were watching the game I really didn't want to disturb all that male bonding that was going on in the living room. Cheryl was kind enough to make my apologies for me."

Cheryl jumped right into the role with both feet and quickly confirmed everything I'd just told her husband. I was impressed at how well she pulled it off, considering that just a moment earlier I had her tongue down my throat and her finger half-way inside my pussy.

"Okay Erin, I guess I need to get inside and take care of all the males in the household. I hope I get to see you again - real soon." She smiled as she headed out the door. For her sake I was glad that we dodged that bullet.

I went home and masturbated again thinking about Cheryl, but this time my orgasm was much more intense and satisfying.

Several days later it was Christmas and you already know how my life had changed even more on that fateful day. After burying my father three days later I never felt so alone in the world. Although I really wanted to see Cheryl again, I knew I was not mentally in any frame of mind to be around myself, let alone someone who made me feel the way she did, so I opted to give it a little time.

I did make a couple calls and enlisted the services of a local private detective. I wanted him to follow Bob Martin for three or four weeks to determine who he was sleeping with. It cost me a thousand dollars a day plus expenses, but I thought that it might be information I'd eventually need and my hunch ultimately proved to be correct.

I was relieved that I was able to avoid any further involvement with Bobby for two reasons. I knew he'd think I was a basket case because of my father's death and I didn't really have to do too much acting in that regard. I had also progressed far enough with Cheryl at this point that I didn't feel I still needed his assistance to find reasons for me to be around Cheryl. The poor guy, if he only knew the real reasons for my rejection he'd probably wind up in counseling.

On the first day of February I decided the grieving period was over. I went out to my car during my lunch period and I called the Harris County D.A.'s office and asked to speak to Cheryl Martin. A few minutes later a formal, but very sensual female's voice answered.

"Hello, this is Cheryl Martin."

It was a tone I'd not heard from her before. It was so formal, yet upbeat and for an instant it caught me off guard and for that instant I was actually speechless.

"Hello, this is Cheryl Martin." She repeated a moment later, this time sounding a bit impatient.

I summoned my nerve and spoke in my most sensual tone. "Cheryl, this is Erin."

There was dead silence on her end. Then she said "Just a moment."

I heard her tell someone to transfer the call into her office and then I could hear the usual sounds associated with being placed on hold. Then a moment later I heard her voice come on the line again, but it was a voice I recognized.

"I was afraid I was never going to hear from you again." Were the first words out of her mouth. "It's been more than a month."

I got teary eyed hearing those words from her. I sighed wistfully, because I too had been counting the days and knew that it had been exactly forty two days since I touched her last. They seemed like the longest days of my life.

"I want to see you. There's no one else except me in my house anymore, can you come over today?"

She understood the significance of my comment and remembered my father's suicide that appeared in the Houston Chronicle. "Erin, I'm terribly sorry about your father."

I paused for just an instant. "Thank you, but he never overcame the loss of my mother and my brother. I hope and pray that he's in a much better place."

There was a moment of silence between us and then I continued. "I really need to be with you, can you come over today?"

She hesitated for just an instant. "I'm waiting for a jury to return, which could be any minute or even late into the night. I'll deal with some excuse with my family and I'll get over to your house as soon as we get a verdict. I'll call you to let you know when it comes in."

I smiled at her response and gave her my cell number and my home number and then we hung up. I actually thought I would scream I was so happy and I knew that I wouldn't need those damn pills today.

The rest of the day flew by and I went home and got ready to prepare the best dinner I was able to put together on short notice. Then I sat in the kitchen and stared at the phone. I know that sounds borderline pathetic, but I just couldn't help myself.

At 4:32 I received a telemarketing call; at 5:05 my best friend LeAnn called, but I decided not to answer it, not wanting to tie up my line. Then at 5:48 the phone rang again and the caller I.D. indicated that the call originated from a Harris County office and I knew it had to be Cheryl.

I answered the phone and tried to control my level of excitement. She told me that she had her verdict and she'd be leaving her office in about ten minutes and could probably be at my house about 40 minutes after that. I looked at the clock on the wall and anticipated a 7:00 p.m. arrival.

When she finally got to my house we embraced and kissed like long lost lovers. It had the same high level of intensity and passion we felt the previous two times, but with no one else around it was magnified ten or twenty times. I realized that for me at least the feelings I was having for this beauty went far beyond simple sex or sheer carnal desire.

It seemed like neither of us was particularly hungry at that moment, so I left the steaks sitting there uncooked and I turned the oven to warm so the potatoes would not overcook. She proposed that we take a nice bath together, because she'd been up since 5:00 preparing for her closing argument and she felt too creepy to be touched. My days started at 5:00 a.m. also so I knew exactly what she meant.

We went to the master bedroom suite, which by default was now my bedroom, and I filled the huge Jacuzzi tub with warm water and some bubble bath that my mother had under her sink. I told her to get comfortable and then I went back downstairs for a bottle of wine that I had chilling in the fridge and two long stem wine glasses. 

I arrived back in the bathroom just in time to see Cheryl step into the tub. It was the first time I'd seen her naked and she was absolutely gorgeous. Her body looked perfectly toned, belying her age, and her breasts looked to be a 36 or maybe even a 37C. I didn't realize that I had just stopped dead in my tracks looking at her and then she turned and saw me staring.

At first she smiled and then she wasn't exactly sure what I was doing. She finally said, "Is anything wrong?"

Her question snapped me out of my trance and I walked towards her standing in the tub with a slightly curious expression on her face. I leaned in and just kissed her and she kissed me back.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong. It's just . . . it's the first time I've gotten to see you without your clothes and you're just so incredibly beautiful." I whispered to her with our lips barely touching.

I could tell the compliment embarrassed her a bit, but she replied. "Oh my goodness, thank you; I don't hear things like that anymore."

I had thought as much. I watched her get into the bubbles and I poured the wine. I had no idea what kind it was, whether it should be served cold or at room temperature or anything like that. It was wine and I poured it into two wine glasses and put them on the shelf behind the tub. Then I lit two candles and turned off the bathroom light as I started to slowly undress.

I knew I had Cheryl's undivided attention and I wanted to give her my best show. I was proud of my body and I striped out of my clothes as slowly and as erotically as I could. I bent down as often as I could for her to see me from every angle and when I finally pulled my panties down I heard a soft moan when she saw that I was as smooth as a baby's bottom.

Then as I was standing by the side of the tub she whispered to me. "My god Erin, I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen in my life."

I smiled as I pinned my long hair above my head. "I wanna be your woman, Cheryl."

Her breathing had accelerated and I smiled down at her as I slowly immersed myself into the water. We sat on opposite sides of the huge tub with our legs touching, just staring at each other like two people in deep like. Slowly I started to use my feet to seductively massage her pubic area and then she followed suit.

It was erotic as hell to play with each other that way while we talked and in that hour we got to know each other in a way we never would have otherwise. I also learned about her internal tug of war between her heterosexual and homosexual side and the agony that such a conflict had caused for her until I finally stumbled into her life.

Then we got out of the tub and toweled each other off and without any awkward pretense we held hands and headed for my bed. I looked into her eyes as I pulled back the covers and we slid in between the sheets and moved towards each other in the center, knowing we were about to satisfy desires that had been growing within each of us since the very first night we met.

I whispered to her when we finally fell into an embrace. "I've been with other women before, but you're the first woman I ever wanted to bring into my house, into my bed and into my life."

I don't know why I said it. I think I was trying to make her realize how special this moment really was to me, but I don't think she needed reinforcement of that anymore. This was a mature woman who could easily tell the difference between a school girl's infatuation and a woman's mature emotional feelings. She smiled at me when she heard my comment and then we hugged each other, as we continued to kiss.




The Seduction of Bobby's Mom



It was everything I had hoped it would be from our earlier encounters. We spent at least an hour kissing and touching each other in ways I'd never kissed or touched another person before and I felt as if I was floating outside my body. We continued to gently caress each other as our lips met and our tongues explored each other with an intense passion that was alien to me.

When I pulled away to begin kissing my way to her pussy, she immediately understood my intentions and offered no resistance. As I sucked on each hard nipple I could hear faint gasps coming from her mouth and I was delighted I could have such an affect on this beautiful woman.

I could tell she enjoyed the attention I was giving her boobs, which pleased me immensely. I tried to suck on them and knead them in the same way I usually enjoyed having done to me, which seemed to bring her equal amounts of pleasure. I probably should have spent more time with them and the next time I vowed that I would, but right now I had a hunger that was driving me at that point and I wanted to press on and taste my lover.

Although she was breathing heavily by now, I pulled away from her nipples and heard her faint sounds of disappointment. I moved down her stomach and onto her pubic area, where I began to lick and kiss the inside of her thighs. I was pleased she enjoyed that stimulation and I slowly moved towards her sexual center, which was glistening, revealing the full measure of her wetness.

Using a combination of caresses with my hands and my tongue I teased the outside of her pussy as long as I thought she could stand it. When she began to arch her back up towards my mouth, I knew she desperately wanted me inside her.

I put one hand on my own pussy and felt myself much wetter that I could ever remember being with any other partner. As I slowly caressed myself I began to lick the inside of Cheryl's pussy, sucking in her juices. I loved her taste as well as her scent and I knew I'd never forget it after this night.

Between my kissing, licking, lightly sucking and even occasionally biting, it became clear to me that Cheryl was getting very close. Moments later as her body began to spasm I used my fingers to grab her clit and I squeezed it gently, helping to push her over the abyss.

I immediately felt her legs lock around my head, as she pulled me as close to her as was physically possible. As she came I continued sucking her folds and licking her juices. Moments later I was able to feel her body shudder again and I knew she was being ravaged by a smaller orgasm that was now consuming her.

As she gradually came down from her high and I continued to lightly kiss her pussy I knew it would now be my turn. I leaned up and moved my body directly over her face. She looked at me and immediately knew the position that I wanted. Before she started I whispered to her.

"I have had fantasy after fantasy about watching your beautiful face licking me since I first laid eyes on you. I want to be able to watch everything."

She smiled up at me and said, "Be my guest."

I don't usually cum quickly, but seeing Cheryl's mouth on me was enough stimulation in and of itself to get me off. By the time she finally stuck her tongue deep inside me and found my clit I could no longer contain myself.

I can be a real ejaculator when I have an intense orgasm and I knew that was about to happen. I had no idea if I was about to have the most intense orgasm of my life, but I knew at the very least it would be a really close second.

When I felt Cheryl suck my engorged clit into her mouth I saw stars. I reached down and grabbed her head and pulled it into my crotch and then I leaned forward to make sure I maximized the contact between her face and my pussy.

When I finally opened my eyes and looked down, that beautiful face was covered in my fluids and she was smiling at me in a way that confirmed what I suspected the first moment I ever laid eyes on her. This woman was indeed my soul mate.

I carefully slid my body down next to hers and I kissed and licked her face clean in a mating ritual that I knew only two female lovers could possibly enjoy. We continued to lie together and kiss and caress each other until I heard her say what I had been dreading to hear since she first arrived. 

"It's nearly eleven and I need to head home, lover."

I wanted to have a long heart-to-heart talk with her, but I knew now was not the time. We continued to kiss and caress each other for another thirty minutes and then I watched her get dressed.

I went downstairs with her and walked her to her car totally naked. I just didn't feel like getting dressed and I wanted her to see what she was leaving behind, so that next time it might be more difficult for her to leave.

We stood in my driveway standing against her car kissing, while she gently fingered my pussy and continued to keep me wet. Then I had a wonderful orgasm all over her hand. I watched her seductively lick my fluids from her hand and then she pried herself away from me and finally left.

I sat at my kitchen table naked reliving the incredible night I just experienced with Cheryl and I came to the conclusion that I was madly and head-over-heels in love with her. It was then that I decided I would do whatever it took to make her mine. Aren't new relationships wonderful?

Cheryl and I met five more times after that night and as hard as it was for me to imagine, the sex became better each time and our closeness continued to grow until we really started making love like a couple, anticipating each other's moves and knowing each other's most sensitive areas. It increased our passion and made the orgasms far more intense. I finally realized what I was always told, that sex WAS incredible when it was with someone you loved.

Each time we were together it became much more difficult for her to say good night and more difficult for me to watch her leave me, just to return to a husband who didn't deserve to have such a prize. 

Now I was preparing for her eventual arrival tonight, but when it was over I knew things would finally be different. At least, I hoped they would.

It was just before seven when Cheryl's black Lexus SUV pulled into the driveway and then into my garage, where we decided early on that it would be safe from all prying eyes, especially if Bobby ever happened to drop by unannounced. I smiled when I heard the garage door close and I could feel myself get moist in anticipation of seeing her walk through the door.

She came in exactly like I had expected, without knocking or feeling like a stranger. In the past six weeks we had gotten very comfortable in my house together and I felt good knowing she could move about without any level of uneasiness. I even gave her a key and longed for the not-too-distant future when we might be living together as a couple.

I was waiting for her the way I had been waiting for her the previous four times, naked on the sofa with my makeup and hair absolutely perfect. There were times when she arrived that we'd be at each other within minutes and then there were those times when she was more laid back and enjoyed mellowing out in the tub before our intimacy. I was totally flexible and didn't care too much how we did it, so I never voiced much of a preference. But today that would be different.

She came through the entryway between the house and the garage and her face lit up when she saw me. She kicked off her heels and started to peel off her blouse and as she reached the sofa it was clear that she was hungry for intimacy.

It had never been this way for her during her marriage and I now knew how cheated she had felt. The passion made all the difference in the world and if you never had it, sadly you never missed it. Now I hoped that she could never dare go back to what she had.

I told her to stop and she did without question. She knew there were times I became very assertive and she always honored those times. I told her not to touch me and just take off all of her clothes, which she promptly did. Next I told her to go upstairs and take a shower and then wait for me on our bed. Before she left I rubbed my index finger across the cleft of my pussy and then across her lips and saw her tremble slightly as she licked my finger. Then I told her to get a move on and she promptly disappeared up the stairs.

I gave her fifteen minutes and then I walked upstairs and found her sitting on top of the bed waiting, exactly as I'd instructed her. I asked her to stand and help me pull the covers off the bed, which she did. Then I told her to lie in the middle of the bed, which she also did. Then I pulled out the restraints.

I had purchased leather bands for her wrists and ankles and I strapped those on her. As she watched what I was doing I think she started to get a sense for what I had in mind and I could see in her eyes that she wasn't sure whether she was going to like it or not, but there was no doubt that she would do it and accept everything I decided without any hint of reservation. Without saying a word, we each knew that we had already attained that level of trust.

With the leather bands secured I pulled some nylon rope from the dresser drawer that was in four pre-cut lengths and tied her to the four posters of the bed, in the typical spread-eagled position. She looked absolutely gorgeous and I thought her body was as close to perfection as any woman would dare hope to achieve.

I used some matches to light a dozen candles I had arranged around the room and I turned off the overhead light. I put some soft music on the stereo and then I moved towards the bed. She remained alert and attentive to everything that was going on. I could tell from the look in her eye she had many questions, but there was no absence of love and trust in that look and that made me feel wonderful.

I took some baby oil in my hand and started to work from her toes up her legs giving her the most relaxing and sensual massage I could manage. I could tell it was hitting the mark because she started getting a real far-away dreamy look in her eyes and it was also having a considerable affect on me, as well.

I continued to move to her thighs and then to her torso. I spent a long time kneading her breasts and playing with her nipples and when it appeared that she might be getting close to a climax I moved to her arms and then her hands. The shift in my focus drew disappointed sighs from her, as I knew it would.

Her arms had excellent muscle tone and I could tell she was enjoying the relaxing rub down. I knew she was feeling blissful and I was almost tempted to let her fall asleep, but I wasn't through with her yet.

I moved the traveling medicine show down between her legs and I started a detailed massage of her ass and her pussy that I think was beginning to make her crazy. I was familiar enough with Cheryl's body now that I knew how far I could take her to the edge without letting her cum and I estimated that I did that to her not less than six or seven times during that hour. I could tell she was feeling wonderful, but I also knew that she was more than ready to cum.

I moved into a sixty-nine position and began licking her juices, but I stayed on my knees and intentionally kept my pussy above her face – just out of her reach. I could hear her moaning and feel the bed shaking as she tried desperately to reach me with her mouth, but all of her attempts were futile.

I could feel her flow increase and I knew once again she was getting close, so I moved outside to her folds and kissed around her pussy to continue to taunt her. Once again I could hear her moans that hungered for release.

I glanced at the clock and I could see that I had been torturing my lover for nearly ninety minutes and if she could have chewed through the ropes by now she would have done so. It was time for my surprise.

I had just purchased two toys several days before and I was ready to use both of them on her now. I left Cheryl and her whimpering sighs for a moment to go into my closet and put on a nine inch strap-on dildo. I thought it looked silly in the mirror, but I knew it would make her feel wonderful, reaching places I couldn't always get to. I also purchased a smaller five inch dildo that vibrated and I thought it to be the perfect size for what I needed. When I came out of my closet Cheryl's breath caught in her throat when she saw what I was wearing between my legs.

As I climbed onto the bed her look was one of fear mixed with crazed desire. I never had used a strap-on before and wasn't sure I liked them, but after all - how tough could it be I thought. I centered myself between her legs and taunted her a little more by rubbing the penis shaped toy across her vaginal lips. She was more than ready.

I put it up against her opening and used one hand to part her lips and slowly insert the fun toy inside my lover. I could hear her gasps as it filled her up and when I could go no further I began the gentle thrusting, withdrawing and thrusting motion, while at the same time trying to kiss those sexy lips.

Once she was comfortable with the dildo inside her I removed it for just an instant. By the look in her eye I knew if she had a gun at that point she would have shot me dead. I took the smaller dildo and inserted it in her pussy to get it lubricated. Then I inserted the entire thing into her ass right up the switch at the back, which I purposely left off. Then I reinserted the larger dildo into her pussy and I began to fuck her, slowly at first but gradually increasing the tempo as I went.

I saw Cheryl's eyes roll back into her sockets and then I knew her body was getting ready to climax. I used my hand to flip the switch on the smaller dildo that was in her ass and once that started vibrating I began to increase my speed fucking her harder and a little rougher. That was when the first orgasm ravaged her body.

I always thought of myself as multi-orgasmic because I could easily have two orgasms with the appropriate stimulation, but Cheryl redefined that term for me. I'd seen her have as many as six orgasms during constant stimulation, but I think she buried that record today. Her body continued to spasm for nearly twenty minutes and when she finally seemed to calm down I thought her heart would nearly explode inside her chest.

I slowed my pace and when I thought she was finally finished I slowly withdrew both dildos and began to gently kiss her everywhere on her face. She tried to kiss me back, but she was still panting so quickly that she could barely speak.

We lay like that for maybe thirty or forty minutes, as my hand was gently caressing her body and her very swollen pussy. As soon as she was able, she spoke.

"Untie me . . . please."

I did so and as soon as her hands were free she pulled my head to her face and began kissing me with intensity and passion that I didn't know she still possessed. It wasn't love making though, it was more like a display of regal appreciation.

She pulled back and looked at me with perspiration glistening over her face. She slowly collected her breathe and then she spoke.

"My god Erin, that was simply incredible. No one has ever cared enough to take the time to make me feel the way that you do. I am so in love with you."

That was exactly what I'd hoped to hear from her beautiful lips. I kissed her and got off the bed and headed into the bathroom, where I started the water into the tub. I wanted her to regain her composure; I knew she was gonna need it.

We got into the tub, but this time I was lying back with her between my legs caressing her body and kissing the sides of her face. Then I started the last phase of my plan.

"I want you to listen to what I have to say without interrupting me, okay?" I whispered into her ear.

She nodded and kissed my hand as it continued to caress her face.

"Do you believe me when I tell you that I love you more than anything in this world and I believe in my heart that you are my one true soul mate?"

She didn't respond right away, but then she slowly nodded.

"Do you feel the way about me?" I asked, slightly fearful of the answer.

She didn't take any time to answer that question and she nodded immediately.

"Then I'll only ask you this next question once. Will you agree to move in with me so we can live like a couple?"

She thought about that question for a long moment and then asked if she could turn around and I readily agreed. We were now facing each other, with our legs straddling each other's body.

"I do love you Erin, but it's not that easy for me. It's no problem for the kids, Bobby will be in college in the fall and Randy will be done two years after that, but I've been with Bob for nearly twenty years. What kind of a person would I be to just run off after he's been such a loyal husband?"

"Are you still in love with him?" I asked her.

She looked away and I could see tears starting to well-up in her eyes. I waited till she turned back to face me and I asked the question again, though much softer.

"Cheryl, are you still in love with Bob?"

She made eye contact with me once again. "No, I haven't been in love with him for many years. The sex is obligatory and without any love or passion. I didn't know that then, but I sure as hell understand what that means now. I think we both just go through the motions about once a month."

I nodded as I listened. "But you still won't leave him, even for your own happiness?"

She swallowed hard. "I don't think I can. I don't think I could stand feeling that deceptive, not to mention what my sons would probably think of me."

I reached over for a large manila envelope that was on the back shelf next to the tub. I pulled out eighteen 9" x 12" color photos of her husband in various poses of intimacy with a younger woman who I had earlier learned was a paralegal at his law firm. I thought about it for a minute while I looked at those photographs and then I spoke to her in a whisper, which we enjoyed using with each other during such intimate moments.

"If your answer about leaving your husband had been based upon any other reasons I would not show you these, but you need to see them and you also need to understand that I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine. Do you understand me?"

She nodded that she understood without saying a word. Then I handed her the photos and she leaned towards the candlelight and began to pan through the collection depicting her husband's duplicity with a woman who appeared to be far closer to my age than to Cheryl's.

She studied each photo carefully and as she did I could feel her resistance to my offer fade further and further away. I didn't know what to expect when she finally dropped them onto shelf and looked contemplative for a long moment before she spoke.

"You're young and extremely beautiful and you have your whole life ahead of you. Why would you want to be saddled down to me?" She asked, using a serious tone that I had previously never heard from her lips.

I thought about her question for a long time. During the early stages of our relationship I had asked that same question of myself countless times trying to be sure about the feelings that I was developing for this beauty. But no matter how I looked at the situation, the answer had always been the same. Since I had no other answer for her, I just told her why I felt the way I did.

"Because I'm in love with you and I'm following my heart."

Cheryl stood up without saying a word and began to towel herself off. I wasn't sure what she was up to so I just sat there and watched her for a few minutes before I finally spoke.

"Where are you going?" I asked, once again fearful of what her response might be.

She looked up at me as she started getting dressed, but this time there was a smile on her face.




The Seduction of Bobby's Mom



"Erin, I have a lot to do at home if I'm going to end one relationship and then start another one. I'm thirty nine years old and I'm through living in a loveless relationship with a man who mentally checked out on me years ago. If you really want me - I'm all yours; I'm not going to waste another minute away from you that I don't have to. I'll be back tomorrow with my things and then we'll really have a lot to talk about. It won't be easy for me with my sons and I know we'll each get a lot of grief from people who know us, but you're so worth it and I can't let this chance for happiness slip through my fingers. I might never find it again."

She bent over and kissed me and then she was gone. I sat in the tub crying, thinking that my life may finally be coming back together. I thought about all that I had lost over the past several years and then the lover that I now found and I couldn't help but wonder if there was some silly sort of balance to the whole thing.

And then I realized my life would never again be the same and what I was willing to travel to California to find, I stumbled across in my own neighborhood under the strangest set of circumstances. If I hadn't lived it, I would have never believed it. Thank you so much, Bobby Martin!

In the weeks and months that followed Cheryl did everything she said she would do and we did receive more than our share of grief over our new relationship, especially from her sons or I should say from one son who was probably more annoyed that his mother succeeded where he never could. But gradually over time even that level of animus seemed to fade and eventually it was gone and we just became a normal couple living in our house.

Of course I never went to UCLA, there was no longer anything there that I wanted or needed. I enrolled at the University of Houston, Cheryl's alma mater instead. Since there was already one lawyer in the family I decided to major in pre-med. And when we had our quality time together I realized that the house was finally a fun place to be once more, full of people who really loved each other again and I knew that somewhere my mother and father were smiling, happy for me. 

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