12 comments/ 83102 views/ 17 favorites I'll Take Care of You By: delicate_yielding -------------------------------------------- Acknowledgements: Much thanks to my editor for putting in all her time and effort. -------------------------------------------- Our bodies were roughly entwined, hands groping greedily at each other. "Kiss me." I leaned my head forward in response. As our lips met, I closed my eyes tightly, focusing on the sensations of the kiss. I knew it was a dream, but like most dreams I just followed the action mindlessly. Suddenly, everything disappeared in a flash of white. Bright light seeped through my eyelids as I woke with a start. My curtains had been drawn wide open, letting the sunshine invade my room mercilessly. "Wha...?" I stammered, trying to get my bearings. The dream had evaporated in an instant, leaving just a quickly fading afterimage. "Good morning, Sharrrron!" a voice sang, rolling the r's. "Wake up sleepyhead!" "Gawd fuck off Nat! Geez what fucking time is it?" "Aww don't be like that! I made you breakfast!" Nat announced in that slightly irritating singsong. I perked up, or my stomach did, at the mention of food. Peeking through half-open eyelids, I saw the tray Nat held. There were two eggs, over easy the way I like it, and some crisp bacon. There was also a curiously chunky glass of orange juice. Nat followed my gaze as I was puzzling over it. "Oh, I squeezed the O-J myself! Aren't you proud?" I hesitated. "Um, is that a peel in there?" "So picky! The fiber's good for you! Or something! Well, nobody's perfect ya know," she finished petulantly, putting on one of her best pouts. I've seen boys do ridiculous things for her when she makes that face. I was immune to it luckily. "You think this makes up for yesterday? Your niece is one helluva whiny bitch. Next time you should take her out." "Look, I'm sorry, I really didn't want to leave you with her, but I just couldn't miss the meeting yesterday. They're our biggest client. We have to give them the whole day. You know how it is." Nat put on a pained face. Her face was incredibly mobile, and you could usually read her face like a street sign. No wonder the boys always thought they could trick her into bed. Not that she needed tricking. "No, I should be saying sorry. You know I'm a grumpy bitch in the morning." "Oh? Just in the morning?" She grinned wickedly. I wasn't ready for jokes yet, so I just stared at her until she looked away and her cheeks reddened. She looked so innocent like that, but I knew she had done things that would make most of her boyfriends blush. It struck me that I was thinking of Nat and her numerous partners for the third time in a minute. I guess I was still feeling horny from my dream. My cheeks burned at the half-remembered sensations. Nat looked awkwardly at the floor, afraid to speak up. Oh right, I was apologizing, I remembered. "I promised last week I would take your fucking niece out so there's no reason I should be such a cunt about it. Especially since it's over now. You could've warned me, though." "I know, I know. But wow, you're cursing up a storm today. I hope you weren't like that with my niece. She has delicate ears." I sighed. "I was good, I swear." Nat nodded in approval. "Great! Now eat up! I got the day all planned out." I was still pretty exhausted, so I just concentrated on downing the eggs and juice, leaving her to ramble on. Her words lost meaning, becoming a tuneless sort of elevator music. Being tremendously thirsty for some reason, I forgot about the peel hiding in the juice until I choked on it. My sputtering interrupted her mid-sentence. "And then, we can hit that store with the sale on - hey, are you all right?" Nat gave me a concerned look. I figured this was as good an opening as any. "Look, I appreciate your big plans, but I'm worn out. Maybe I'll finish that book. Eat the rest of that bucket of ice cream. Watch some crappy weekend TV. Take it easy. Yeah?" Also, your plans always end up half-assed, I said mentally. She frowned at me, staying uncharacteristically silent. Her brow furrowed in concentration as if she were trying to make a decision. I think a whole minute ticked by before I started feeling uncomfortable. "Um Nat?..." I started tentatively, trailing off. I tried again. "Nat, what are you look-" "Okay! I've decided!" she interjected. She nodded vigorously as if she were convincing herself. "You're right, of course, you know best. We'll call everything off!" I realized I had been holding my breath. I let it go in a relieved sigh. "Except! I still owe you, ya know, so please accept your invitation to the Patented All-NAT-ural World-Famous Full-Body Massage!" I hesitated. "I don't want - I don't know, Nat. Don't you need a license for that or something?" "I don't," she replied. "All my customers say I'm the best!" She did have a lot of customers, even before she got a part-time job at that massage parlor. I frowned as I remembered the people she brought to our apartment. A lot of them were just trying to get in her pants. But seeing her beam with confidence, I didn't have the heart to say anything. I sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning and finished up my breakfast. I hope she doesn't break my spine, I thought. --------------------------------------------------- Walking into the living room, I announced, "Okay, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." She was bent over, setting up the table. I could see her thong and the entire length of her long legs due to her ridiculously short skirt. She does have a nice butt to show off, I admitted silently, though I rolled my eyes at the sight. Wait, I thought, she had been wearing sweats and a t-shirt when she burst into my room. "You didn't have to dress up just for me. Or undress, more like." She looked at me pityingly. "Weak, Shar. So very weak." She pronounced it "Cher," like the singer. "You're right, that was lame. And you do look good. Only a little slutty." Her top was a surprisingly tasteful blouse with some pretty patterns on the sleeves and along her neckline. "You really think so? You CAN be nice sometimes!" She giggled at herself while she locked the table into place. "Okay, done!" I started clambering ungracefully onto it. "Ah-ah-ah," she clucked, shooing me away. She held me at arm's length and peered at me appraisingly. "Clothes off." "Huh?" "You heard me, young lady! The great Natalie can only do her magic on bare skin!" I shrugged and started taking off my pajamas. I felt her eyes on me and looked over curiously. "Um, do you have to stare?" I asked. "What? I walk around naked all the time!" She wasn't lying. When we weren't expecting anyone, she would prance around the apartment nude. Saving our air conditioning bill, she always said. "Underwear needs to go too, B-T-W." "Well, I'm not you. It's kind of weird with you looking at me like that." "I know, I know. Not everyone can be me. It's a tragedy." She shook her head with mock despair. "Just turn around for a bit, all right?" I pleaded. Relieved, I stepped out of my flannel pants as she turned away. I stopped in the middle of unbuttoning my pajama shirt. "What are you doing?" I demanded. She was staring at me unabashedly. "I turned around, like you said! A full circle. So I guess I did what you said twice." I gave up. "Fine, watch then. Fucking dyke." She sniffed. "Even if I were one, I wouldn't be turned on. Boring flannel! Plain white cotton panties! Ordinary bra! No striptease or dancing!" I burst out laughing. "Okay Nat, I'm not very sexy right now. Guilty as charged," I conceded. I decided I'd turn the tables on her and see how uncomfortable I could make her. Taking off my pajama shirt, I whirled it over my head, swinging my hips. I threw it in the corner, then danced and ground my crotch into the armrest of the couch. Wriggling sensuously side to side in my best stripper dance, I slowly unhooked my bra. I lay back on the couch, letting the bra rest on top of my breasts, and snaked out of my panties sinuously. I shot Nat a sexy stare. "How do I look?" I asked in a smoky voice. Nat's only answer was uncontrollable giggling. "Oh my gawd, you are SO silly! And that voice! You sound like you have strep throat!" The rest of her comments were lost in her laughter. My entire body flushed. I was so hot with embarrassment I could cook an egg on my skin. Embarrassment turned to anger as I crossed my arms across my chest. "I knew this was a shitty idea! Fuck this." I muttered, getting up and preparing to storm out. "Shar, wait! Look I'm-" She stifled a giggle. "I'm sorry, you were very sexy I promise!" Another giggle burst out. My frown deepened as she continued. "It's just that I never see that side of you. I thought you were just pretending to be a stripper or something! Just playin' along, ya know? I didn't know you were being serious! Come here, get on the table, I swear you'll enjoy it. Today's all about you, okay?" She clasped her hands together pleadingly and unveiled her sad puppy eyes. I reluctantly let her pull me back. It was one of her endearing, or maybe frustrating, qualities that you could never stay mad at her for long. I lay on my stomach on the cushioned table, putting my face in the face-hole, or whatever it's called. "Next time you try your stripper dance, maybe you should go more slowly. Looked like you were hurrying through it. You can't rush sexy," she advised, her smile creeping into her voice. "But enough of that, on to the massage!" she added before I could respond. "I really am good at this, ya know. Anyways, I'm gonna start by going over your arms and legs and back, get some oil on there and get the blood flowing all right?" I heard her rub the massage oil on her hands and smelled the apricot scent. She pulled my arms to my side and started lightly stroking and pinching my fingers, gradually working up my arm. Her warm touch brought a tingle along my skin as she moved up to my shoulder. "Mmm, that's nice," I murmured. "Like I said, you just relax, enjoy the pampering." I could almost hear her nodding by the way her voice bobbed up and down. She started chattering as she began squeezing her way up my other arm. "Megan, you remember her, my old college roommate? She said I was amazing. You knew Megan, right? And her so-quiet-it's-almost-creepy boyfriend? They would barely hold hands! She's one of those personal space people. She's got to have her breathing room." "And even she said my massages were great!" she finished smugly. "Maybe she just wanted to get in your pants like all the guys," I joked. She gave a short laugh. "Ha, maybe." Her strangely reticent response piqued my curiosity. Whenever Nat stops talking, she's definitely hiding something. "So. What's the rest of the story?" I prodded. "Oh, I never told you?" She paused, her hand resting on my shoulder. We had a little thing on the side. Like French fries." It took me a long moment to figure it out. "French fri - you're gay?" I blurted out. I cringed at how judgmental I sounded. I hadn't meant it that way at all. "I'm not Gay, I'm Nat, thank you very much. Bisexual would be the right way to put it." She sounded only a little peeved. "Look, I didn't tell you 'cause you're kind of a prude-" she started. "Hey!" "You are, Miss Boring-Panties! I didn't want you to get all freaked out or anything or think I'd start making passes at you." "Hmm, I guess it kinda looks like I'm coming onto you now, huh?" she asked with amusement. I was suddenly aware of my nakedness and the heat of her palm on my shoulder. "It kinda does." I laughed away the awkward moment. "C'mon Nat, you know me better than that right? And I'm not a prude, I just don't flaunt it like you do." She giggled in relief. "Yeah, I should've known you'd be cool. Maybe I was too mean calling you that. How about sexually inactive? Or ice queen?" She paused for effect. "Pre-pubescent?" I took her teasing in stride. "Excuse me, Miss, shouldn't there be less sass and more pampering?" "You're the boss!" she replied cheerily. I'm almost positive she saluted even though I couldn't see her. She continued along my shoulder and up my neck, pinching bits of my flesh between her thumb and forefinger. I felt an agreeable warmth on my skin wherever she touched. "That's better," I said softly. As she worked her way down my back, I found my mind wandering back to Nat and Megan's "thing on the side." I couldn't help but imagine Megan with her arms around Nat's shoulders, craning her long neck upwards for a kiss. I pictured Megan closing her eyes shyly as their lips passionately met. Ugh, what am I doing? I thought. Too many chick flicks and romance novels. I became uncomfortably aware of the smooth padding of the massage table against my breasts and crotch. To my embarrassment, I felt the heat as blood rushed to my breasts and my nipples stiffened. My pussy stirred as well, the outer lips swelling and the familiar wetness starting. I'm not a lesbian, I told myself, I've just been single way too long. Just having someone touch me sensuously like Nat was doing was enough to get me aroused. It suddenly dawned on me that she had asked me a question and was waiting for my answer. "Uh sorry, I didn't catch that? I was um...thinking," "I said, 'Aren't you going to ask me?'" "What? Ask you what?" "About Megan! You must be dyyyying of curiosity. You always ask about every single guy!" It was true. It's not like I was a virgin, but I might as well have been a nun compared to Nat. I figured maybe I could learn some tricks from her. She never refused to discuss the juicy details. "Y-Yeah, but this is um...different. Um...won't it be awkward?" I asked tentatively. "Awkward? Whatever could you mean dear Sharon?" The mischievous grin in her voice was as clear as if I had seen it. Her hands had been nearing my waist as we talked. She moved a hand down to each buttock, grabbing the expanse of flesh. Slowly squeezing and releasing each cheek, she kneaded each glute with the heel of her palm. "How could this possibly be awkward?" she asked. Her voice was dripping with amusement. I laughed, but it was a bit of an uncomfortable laugh. Her massaging drove my crotch against the table, making my pussy complain for attention. The weight of my body smothered my breasts, rubbing my distressingly sensitive nipples against the padding.. "C'mon Nat, stop that, it's getting kind of weird." "Weird or not, you'll just have to deal with it. This is an essential part of my world-famous technique, ya know." As she spoke, she drove the base of her hands even more deeply into their respective ass cheek. I let out a pained squeak as she mercilessly dug into the flesh. "Ow, that fucking hurts!" "It only hurts 'cause you have soooo much tension there! It'll get better soon, I promise." I gritted my teeth doubtfully as she relentlessly mashed at my buttocks. Abruptly, something changed. Each thrust of her hands still brought the same soreness, but now my muscles seemed to relax and accept her strokes. When her hands hit the tender knots buried under my flesh, I felt a rush of pleasure accompanying the deep aches. The sensation startled an unintended, erotic "Ohh" from my throat. I blushed fiercely at the unusual sound, my earlobes burning hotly with mortification. "See? I told you. You just need to relax, okay?" I silently thanked her for not commenting on my embarrassing moan. "Don't worry about any sounds you might make. Some people are really sensitive. Especially lonely girls who stay single for months at a time 'cause they're always grumpy and shy. And when they do get a boy, he turns out to be a one-minute man." I silently took back my apology and not-so-silently threw in a curse for good measure. "Oh my, such language! My virgin ears!" she cried. "I am NOT always grumpy. And Tim was nice, okay! It's not his fault he had...issues...performing," I said, choosing my words carefully. She laughed at my discomfort. "All right, let's not talk about your depressing love life. I'll tell you about mine, since it's so much awesomer." I stuck out my tongue, even though she couldn't see. She began working on the top of my thighs, squeezing the back of my leg first and reaching around to the front. I squirmed when she roughly pushed into my quads with her fingers. "Hey, hey stay still," she admonished. "So, hmm. I'll tell you about Megan, since you haven't heard that story yet. I promised her a massage...I don't even remember why, probably copied her notes or something. Yeah, that must've been it. Anyways, she gave me a little hug in thanks. I was surprised of course. You remember how she was, right? She was never a touchy-feely kind of person. She kind of clung to me, hanging around my neck 'cause she was so short. Then she went up on her tiptoes and gave me the tiniest, weakest kiss on the lips. I've had hotter kisses with my dog!" "But after she came down, she was still holding onto me. Real tight, too, like she was gonna fall or something. I still remember looking down and seeing her in a totally different light. When she looked into my eyes with her hair kind of mussed and tangled across her face, she seemed so innocent, and then she blushed...sooo cute! Her entire body was real hot, like she was gonna burn up in my arms. I couldn't resist. I had to kiss her again. A proper kiss this time, with some real tongue." She sighed longingly at the memory, and I think I heard her lick her lips too. Her description eerily echoed my earlier imaginings. I struggled to avoid picturing their entwined bodies again, but it was futile. I felt my pussy re-lubricating and swelling in arousal. With my pussy in its sensitive state, I couldn't ignore the heat from Nat's hands, which were working hard on my inner thighs. I recoiled from her touch as if her fingers were some kind of freakish bug about to bite me. "Hey, what are you doing? Don't freak out!" She sounded a little exasperated. "Your quads have tons of tension. 'Cause of all the biking, ya know? I don't get how you can stand it." I waited impatiently for her to move away from my thighs, but it seemed like she was dragging it out. She really is good at this though, I admitted, as she eased the knots out of my upper leg. She had surprisingly strong arms, so she was able to force my tightly wound leg muscles into submission. I closed my eyes, sighing contentedly and enjoying the sensations as she discovered and relaxed each tense spot with her expert hands. She had stopped chattering and grunted like a caveman with each stroke. I guess she needed to concentrate to get through my muscles. I took the silence as a blessing. Without her teasing and sensual reminiscences, I could take pleasure in her massage without worrying about any odd sexual tension. By the time she finished my thighs and quads, I finally felt fully at ease. "Hey Nat?" "Yah?" "I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch. You really are good at this." "It's okay. I've been teasing you a lot too." She poked my calves with one finger. "Ugh these are gonna be tough too. You don't need to work out so much, ya know." "I like keeping in shape. Maybe you should come with sometime," I invited. She made a face. Well, I couldn't see it, but I knew she did. "I don't like gyms. They're sweaty and gross. And yes I mean the actual building! The walls and carpets bleed sweat. The air's all humid and yuck. And the old people! Ew!" I sighed jealously. "I wish I had a body like yours. You barely do anything, but you always look great." "Guess I gotta thank the parents for that. Good genes and all." When I didn't reply, she added, "Hey don't go all anorexic on me, you look good enough." I'll Take Care of You She drew away from him her lips trembling, breathe drawn and warm. She was taken back. The mixture of feelings and passion that was between them was far beyond describable. The grasp of her understanding; the overwhelming touch and warm she felt in the moment. In that moment all that she had thought up beforehand could not compare. And it was then that she knew that she had to have more of it. Their lips met again and the fire reignited. She has wanted him for so long and now being in that present moment she had frozen, unable to move or aware what to do next. But she knew she didn't want to walk away now. His hand slid through her soft hair as she continued to taste him; slowly pressing her lips to kiss down his neck. His eyes closed and neck tilted back she knew what was happening and that neither of them would be turning back. He gently caressed her shoulders, gently and softly making his way to her supple breast. They were just as he had imagined. Admiring her full figure large but perking breast in a small top that defined her large breast very well. She was a stacked woman, hips, thighs, nice round ass the works. And he loved it. He used his index finger and the strength in his hand to raise up her chin, smiling at her beautiful face he leaned in for a long drawn out kiss of passion. Hands slid to her breast cupping them and heavy in his hand. Kneading her nipples as their lips remained locked feeling them hardening to his touch. Her breathe was short and sweet. The intensity and pleasure in her body was beginning to build up. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull closer to him her breast and nipples pressed up against his body stimulating a part of him down bellow. The sensation was rapidly growing between the lust and pleasure that they were giving each other. "I can't believe this is all happening right now." She exclaimed out of breath; parting from the long lip lock. He smiled brightly at her surprise and shocked face. "If you're wondering if I want this as bad as you the answer is yes. So relax."That was all she needed to hear. Letting her guard down, she let the waves of pleasure take over. He lips touch on top of her breast lightly kissing them as he inched to her already half erect nipples. He could feel the tension loosening up in her ass he flicked and sucked on her nipple with his tongue and mouth. She placed her hands on his chest as he backed her into a wall and nailed her body up against it. She began to rub down his body from his chest rubbing on his nipples letting them get hard as she continued to feel down to this belt buckle. He watched for a brief moment as she began to undo the buckle and opening his shorts. Sliding her hand down the front side of his boxers rubbing the bulge in his underwear, he continued to suck on her hard nipples. Pulling and sucking harder. He wanted to hear her moan. A small squeal came from her as he began to be rougher on her. She felt his bulge hardening and becoming more erect with her touch. She remained rubbing on it till she slipped her hand down the inside of his boxers. She happens to catch his reaction and his body relaxing even more as she stroked his long dick through his boxers. She could tell that he was now warmed up. Grabbing her thighs he picked her up wrapping her legs around his waist carrying her over to the bed just across the room. Lightly letting her fall onto the sheet as she spread her legs to let him lye above her back to kissing her lips, as her hands slide to his waist and down between the both of their now hot burning bodies. She was once again tugging on his large member as he kissed his way down her body past her breast, stomach and thighs. "You're so beautiful, so perfect." He exclaimed to her as she was stroking harder and longer around his stiff hard cock. She gasped and flinched a little at the surprising touch and urgent push she felt inside her. He has slid his middle and ring finger inside of her. Heavy breathing and moans came from both their mouths the more the continued and quickened their speed. At this point she was far more ready then she thought she had expected to want him inside of her. Her mind was running a million times faster than it had ever done before. She was stuck in pure ecstasy and she only wanted it to keep going. His desires for her were become more abundant as his animalistic feelings began to fill him he just wanted to ravish her right there were she was and have his way with her. But he knew that he could not do that just yet. He touched beneath him to remove her hand from his swollen cock hard and on fire as he slowly slide inside her tight small hole. "ooooh its so big!" screaming in some pain but more pleasure. She didn't want him to stop but she wasn't ready to take all of him inside her just yet. He slide out of her and worked his way into her as he pumped his cock further and deeper into her small tight pussy. Moans and groans spoke deep as he pushed deeper inside her and then he was all in. "mmmmm this feels so great. Being inside you like this..its like imagined it to be." He was grinding inside her faster as he felt her tighten her pussy muscles around his large thick rock hard cock. She begged and pleaded for him to give his all to hear to not hold back, and with that his animalistic instincts gave in. He was thrusting ever so hard and deep inside her he thought he might break her. But her moaning prevailed otherwise as he pulled and sucked on her perky rosebud like nipples she dug her nails deep into his back as she held on to him. Before she could get to comfortable in that same position he flipped her over him now lying on his back so that she could ride him. She swayed her hips back and forth rough and fast and he moved with her letting her bounce her body up and down on his cock. "Mmm that's right just like that, you're so good. I'm getting so close to Cumming." That was all she needed to hear. She leaned back hear arms supporting her as she continued to rock her body quickly, thrusting her pussy walls back and forth on him rubbing her clit in front of him as he watched her pleasure herself it sent him closer than he could hold back any longer. He pulled her back onto his rock hard cock thrusting himself inside her mercy less as he exploded. Shooting ropes and ropes of his hot thick cum inside her, she reached her peak also Cumming as he filled her up with a large load of semen. The two of the lay there silent for a moment she had moved over to lay on his chest him still hard and erect inside her dripping sweet cum out of her pussy. "Next time I won't be so quick to shoot my load." He said as he smiled and wrapped his arms around her and they both feel asleep together until morning. I'll Take Care Of You This is an interactive story. Feedback from readers provides suggestions AFTER the story has been written and published. At the end of this chapter, the reader will find several options for the next chapter BEFORE it is written and published. The reader may choose one or more options and forward them as feedback. After each chapter is written and published, additional options will be provided. In that way, the readers can take a more active part. Chapter One My life changed while was in college. Actually it changed while I was 'away' in college. Well, I suppose college changes everybody. But not like it changed me. I was just finishing my junior year finals. My frat had a pretty good party going on to celebrate and most of the guys were looking forward to going home for the summer. Beer and girls was our rallying cry. I was deep in a heated discussion on the merits of the girls swim team, when one of my brothers put a porno on the TV. I really wasn't paying a lot of attention, but some of the guys were making comments that were hard to ignore. "Some of these old babes are pretty hot." One brother said. His speech slightly slurred from a beer too many. "Ya, she could be your mother." Another brother said, laughing and poking his buddy.. Well, I had to look. I grabbed another beer and a slice of pizza and found a seat where I could watch, and I damn neared choked. "Something about these old bitches." A brother said, starting to rub his crotch. "You're right." I said. "There is something about them, especially this one." The 'something' was that the woman in the video looked a lot like my mother. And she was busy getting fucked. I sat through the last few minutes of the video. When the guys finally gave up and went upstairs, I popped the video out and took it with me to my room. I had to be sure. The video had several older women in it, but I was only interested in one. It was my mom all right. Beauty mark on her neck and everything. My fifty five-year-old mother was doing porn. "I'll take care of you." I heard her say in the video. No other dialog, just action, at least I don't remember any other dialog. She was dressed in a white lacy garter belt and stockings, no panties and no bra. Every time she moved, her large, heavy breasts swayed and bounced. In one scene she was pinching her nipples and flicking them with her fingernails. They looked stiff and hard. I watched her go down on a guy who couldn't have been much older than me. She held his cock and licked it like an ice cream cone. A close up showed her licking the precum from the tip of his cock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I couldn't look away. She opened her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down the entire length of his erection. She kept brushing her hair back so the camera could get a good view. After a few minutes, she let his wet and glistening cock slip out of her mouth. She stretched out and the guy got between her legs. Back to a close up as he pushed his cock into her pussy. When he started pounding her hard, I thought I heard her moan. It didn't take long for him to cum. He pulled his cock out of my mom's pussy, pulled off his condom and came all over mom's belly. You could see globs of cum slowly dripping across her. When the scene shifted to another woman, I turned the video off. I just sat there. The next morning I took the video back. I was supposed to be going home in a few days to relax and enjoy the summer break. How the hell was I going to do that now. How could I look at my mother after seeing her like that. Now I gotta say, I'm not one of those guys that get off on older women much less their mothers. I've always liked girls near my own age. Older women are, well, old. Just not my thing. I did go home. And, for the first few days things were fine, although I was out with friends I hadn't seen in a while most of the time. And there was one girl that I liked. Sooner or later I just knew mom and I would be alone and she'd want to talk. I couldn't avoid it all summer. I knew it would be awkward, and it was. "So, mom, what's new with you?" I asked one evening, and mentally crossed my fingers. "Sweetie. There's something you should know." Mom answered. "I just don't know how to tell you." "Mom. You can tell me anything." I offered. "Ok. A couple of months ago I ran into an old friend of mine. We had lunch a few times and she asked the same question you just asked me. I wasn't expecting to hear what she told me." Mom said. "Anybody I know?" I asked. "I don't think so." Mom said. "Anyway, she told me she was doing some acting and she invited me to watch her one afternoon." Mom continued. "Go on." I said, trying to sound sincere. "She was doing porn." Mom blurted out. "She was letting another woman touch her and kiss her." Mom explained that her friend took her to a studio and introduced her to several people. When they started, and mom watched her friend take off her clothes and join another woman on a big bed, she realized what kind of acting her friend was doing. She left. A day later her friend stopped by to apologize. Mom had calmed down a little and she let her friend relate how she got started making porn. When her friend had finished, she gave mom a girlfriend type kiss. And then another. Mom said she didn't know why she did what she did. Maybe it was too many years since dad had passed. Too long without any tenderness in her life, or maybe it was just one of those things. But she kissed back. By the end of the week her friend had become her lover. Mom said that between her friend's urging, and her growing curiosity, she went back to watch another video being made. This time she didn't leave. And mom was hooked. The people seemed nice, the extra money was nice, and she hadn't had any sex in a long time. Mom was doing porn. "Mom I saw one of your videos." I said. "So what did you think?" She asked casually. What did I think was not what I thought mom would say. In my mind I thought she would say she was embarrassed and sorry that she had gotten involved in making porn movies, or that I saw her in one. "What do I think?" I stated. "What should I think when I find my own mother making porno movies?" Mom said. "No reason to be embarrassed, I'm not" I just stared and sat there "Look sweetie." Mom said. " I found something to do that makes me happy. The people I work with are nice and I make a little extra money. And the sex is great. Better that I ever experienced with your father." "Now. Be honest and tell me what you think." Mom said. "Jeez mom. How do I tell you what I think about seeing you naked and having sex?" I asked. "Sweetie." Mom said. "While you were watching did you smile, did you stare and did you get an erection?" "Mom. How can you talk that way?" I asked. "Well. Did you?" Mom asked. "Yes I did." I answered. "Happy now. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Mom didn't answer right away. But she smiled "I want to be honest with you, I really do." Mom said. "But mom, porno?" I said. "Keep an open mind please. At my age i don't have a lot of marketable skills." Mom said. "Ok, ok as long as it's what you want, I guess I can live with it." I said. "Thanks. Want to see one of my other videos?" Mom asked. "You want me to watch while you're sitting right here?" I stammered. "Yes. Let's get past this awkwardness. I want you to understand and I want your support." Mom said. "Ok mom if its what you want." I said. Mom opened a cabinet and put a video in the player and sat down next to me on the sofa. The video started with a black man apparently asleep covered by a red silk sheet. Mom walked into the room totally naked. Her large breasts swaying from side to side as she moved. She stood by the side of the bed as the man woke up. A close up showed him looking at my mom and smiling. He pulled the sheet away to reveal a huge cock. It must have been at least ten inches long if not more, and very think. Mom sat down next to him and reached over to rub his cock. She couldn't get her hand around it. She just used her finger to lightly rub up and down. As I watched, I swear his cock got even bigger. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." I heard mom say. The man opened a condom pack and stretched one onto his cock. "Ok bitch. Take care of me." The man said Mom knelt next to the man and swung one of her legs across him. With a knee down on one side and her foot down on the other side, mom reached for his cock and moved her pussy right on top of it. I the close up scene, I watched as the head of his cock started into my mom's pussy. It was only then that I realized that mom had shaved her pussy smooth. Mom wiggled around until his cock slipped in a few inches. She slowly lowered her ass as his cock disappeared in her love hole. I didn't think she could get much more of him in but she did. She got enough in that she could put her other knee down on the bed. Somehow she got that huge cock inside her. The scene shifted to mom's face. She was smiling. Then she started moving. Rocking back and forth, fucking herself on that damn big cock. The man reached up and grabbed mom's breasts. He squeezed them hard. The soft flesh rippling. I heard mom moan, not it pain, but in pleasure. He took her nipples between the side of his finger and his thumb. He squeezed and twisted them while mom kept bouncing on his cock. He lifted mom's breasts by her nipples and pulled them straight out. A close up showed the nipples pressed almost flat. When he released them, mom's breasts fell back. I could see how red and swollen her nipples were. Then the man slapped mom's breasts. Not hard, but enough to cause them to bounce and jiggle. He slapped them several more times in a close up. "Ok bitch. On your back." The man said. Mom lifted up and his cock slid out. He moved between mom's legs and lifted them, exposing her very pink pussy to the camera. With one hand, the man pulled off his condom and dropped it on mom's chest between her breasts. "You're mine now bitch. I'm gonna fill your cunt with baby juice." The man said. "No, no." Mom pleaded and tried to wiggle out from under him. The man moved closer and got his cock back inside of my mother's stretched pussy. He held her legs up as he started pumping into her. Long hard strokes he pounded into her. Mom stopped trying to pull away. "Fuck me, fuck me." She kept saying over and over. "You're a sweet little whore." The man said, still stroking in and out. The scene shifted to another close up. You could see white stringy cum leaking out of mom's pussy as he pulled his cock out. Cum dribbled and dripped making a puddle on the bed near mom's ass. The man leaned forward until he was face to face with mom. Mom lifted her head to kiss him. A passionate kiss tongues dancing together. When the video switched to a different woman, mom turned the player off. "Well?" Mom asked. "Mom, it's kind of hard for me to see you like that." I said. "Is it hard?" Mom asked, grinning. "Yes mom, it sure as hell is." I said, grinning too. Should mom try to seduce her son? Should mom try to convince her son to make a video with her? Should mom make her first gang bang video while her son watches? Should mom make a chastity video with her son and then refuse to release him? Should the son be blackmailed into making a video with another man? I'll Take Care of You "Oh, thanks," I replied, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. "Aw that's not what I meant. You look good, really! It's just...compared to me..." She ended with a laugh. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I don't know why you have such a complex. You look very hot when you make the effort." I smiled at the compliment, but she spoke up before I could thank her. "Okay be quiet, I need to concentrate now," she said sternly. I wasn't sure whether she was telling me or herself, but I kept quiet anyways. She repositioned herself noisily at the end of the table and got to work, rubbing up the length of my calf, gradually applying more pressure with each stroke. She must have found a particularly tough knot near my left knee because she grasped my leg with both hands and dug at it with both thumbs. When it finally smoothed out, she sighed in satisfaction. "Done," she breathed. I didn't really feel a big difference, but I guess she had done a good job. As she finished up the area, she made longer and lighter strokes. One brush of her thumbs slid softly across my skin to the sensitive spot behind my knee. I shuddered in arousal as my dormant pussy suddenly reasserted itself. I stifled what would have been another embarrassing sound. I couldn't believe myself. Had it really been that long since someone touched me? I asked myself. "Oh? What was that?" Nat asked evilly. She must've felt my body quivering under her fingers. I made some noncommittal sounds. "I don't think I can work my magic if you're really that horny. You're like spazzing every time I touch you. Why don't you take some uh...how should I put it?...personal time, for your lady downstairs?" I was glad my face was safely hidden in the massage table, because I couldn't imagine being able to look her in the eye right then. "Nat, how can you - I can't do that," I managed to say, flustered. She was silent in thought for a moment. "Well, I guess just have your orgasm if it comes. I've had women orgasm on my table before, it's no big deal," she offered nonchalantly. "Nat! Are you serious!" I wondered at her tone, talking like women had orgasms on her table all the time. I mean I've barely had any boyfriends who could do that much! I hadn't thought I could get any redder, but I seemed to be breaking records for embarrassing situations today. I blushed, imagining Nat massaging my back casually while I screamed and writhed to an orgasm. It was both ludicrous and mortifying. It didn't take long for that mental image to turn into Nat massaging me elsewhere. "No! Stop!" I blurted out. "Stop what?" she asked, sounding puzzled. "Wait! Wait. Just...don't touch me for a bit, okay?" I swallowed my pride. Sure it was embarrassing to admit that I was so lonely her massage was turning me on. But actually having an orgasm would have been much, much worse. I lay there contemplating whether the rest of it would be worth the torment. She hadn't even gotten to my shoulders or my back! She interrupted my musing. "Hey Shar, hate to break it to ya...but when your legs are sensitive like that, your feet will definitely be super sensitive. I mean, it'll be even worse." "Great," I muttered. "I'm gonna go get a drink. You just...lie there. You want something?" "Yeah, good idea. I need some alcohol." "I meant like water. You're depressing when you're drunk, and I don't want to deal with that," she said firmly. "Please, I can handle one drink." "Fine, fine, I'll make you a screwdriver," she said grudgingly. I heard her footsteps fading as she left the room. --------------------------------------- I lay there wallowing in self-pity. I wanted to crawl into a hole and curl up. I thought to myself, I've been alone so long without a boyfriend, and now I'm ready to dyke it out with my best friend. Stop being a drama queen, I interrupted myself firmly. I concentrated on staring at the safely sexless carpet. Gradually, I started feeling better and much less horny. I guess without Nat's raging libido in the room with me, I could calm down. I heard the liquid swishing as she came out of the kitchen. "Get up and drink this, lazybones." I didn't quite trust myself to face her yet. "I don't wanna. Face stays in the face-hole," I mumbled petulantly. "Just...put it under the table or something. I'll manage." She gave an exaggerated sigh and maneuvered the glass under the table. With only a little difficulty, I reached under to take it from her and brought the glass to my mouth. I managed to angle it so that I could sip at it. Stubbornly, I decided to drink the whole thing like that. When I inevitably dropped it, I burst out laughing at myself. I was really a ridiculous mess. "Oh fuck, the carpet," I said soberly, watching the liquid soak into the floor. Then I started giggling. "Shar." She sighed. "Sometimes, you think the dumbest things are funny." But she had started giggling too. When she joined in, it just made me laugh even harder. We went on like idiots for a long time. Finally, our hysterics trailed off, and we quieted down. I took a deep breath and sighed. I was feeling much better. "Nat, you're an awfully good friend." She patted my head. "And you're just awful. A total wreck. But I'll take care of you." The concern in her voice brought a bittersweet feeling to my stomach. I felt nice and warm all over. Maybe that was the vodka though, I pondered. In any case, today's been a good day, I decided. "Okay, let's finish up. It gets even better," she promised. She fisted each of her hands and knuckled deep into my calves. I felt the same mixture of pleasure and pain as when she had been massaging my buttocks. This time though, I was ready for it and didn't embarrass myself. I guess my butt was just more sensitive. I made a mental note to have the next boy grab my ass more. The calves didn't take nearly as long as my quads had, so I contemplated working them more. Or maybe I should just work out less altogether, I thought. I was feeling deliciously languid. When she finished, I stretched them out, letting them lie there pleasantly limp and warm. "So Nat, have you really had people orgasm on your table? Or were you just messing with me?" "Hmm. There's definitely been a lot of women. Maybe every month there's one. Not counting the ones that come back on purpose." She sounded smug. "The guys, not so much. I guess they don't appreciate the nicer pleasures. And it's messier and smells worse when a guy comes. Also, if a guy even looks like he's humping the table, I tell him to get off. Or I help him get off. If he's hot, of course." I sighed and rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see it. "Don't roll your eyes at me! I know you're doing it!" "I am totally not," I lied shamelessly. "Uh huh. Well. I always feel sorry for the women. The usual type, they're like you, ya know? Bad luck or whatever in their love life. Plus, they're always so embarrassed I can't resist teasing them." "Like me, eh?" "Well, you're different. I don't feel sorry for you 'cause I have to live with you." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Lemme tell you a secret. It kinda makes me horny watching the shy ones blush and try to hide their moans when they're getting off." "Nat, that's so..." I wanted to say "naughty," but I don't think that was the right word at all. "I don't even know what to say." "Yeah, it's kinky, isn't it! I think it's 'cause I usually date the outgoing, experienced guys and girls. It makes the shy ones different. 'Cause they really want it, ya know? But then they're kinda reluctant too." "How many guys...and girls! have you been with? Your sex drive is crazy huge!" "I know! I scare myself sometimes. By day, I'm just an ordinary working woman. By night, I'm a sex superhero!" I rolled my eyes again and made a scoffing sound. "Weirdo." "Don't mock me, or I'll use my powers for evil! I cause erections and stiff nipples at a hundred yards. Fifty yards if it's through lead or concrete. Girls wet their panties when they pass by me on the street. I can make a virgin boy soil his pants at twenty paces. With mind bullets! Who knows what'll happen if I lose control!" I improvised quickly, trying to keep up. "You'll break marriages with every smile. Monasteries and nunneries will fail overnight when you walk through them. Helen brought down Troy, but your face will start the Third World War." She let out a delighted laugh. "It won't be all bad! I'll cure erectile dysfunction, frigidness, and impotence wherever I go. Girls stuck with inexperienced boys will get their first orgasms." Her voice became intensely serious. "My stubborn roommate will finally ask me to make hot love to her until her loneliness goes away." I didn't know how to respond. The silence grew uncomfortably long, so I started babbling. "I don't know...I mean...I will if you want-" I quickly corrected myself. "I mean I'm not that lonely." Oops, I thought. I didn't want to offend her. "Not that you're not attractive. It's just, what I really meant..." I trailed off uneasily. I resisted the urge to pull my head out of the table and look at her. The back of my head itched as I imagined her eyes boring into me. She still hasn't said anything!, I thought after a long moment. Finally, she made a sound kind of like a sob. But it was just her holding in her laughter, I realized, as she burst into giggles. "You really were going to ask! It's a good thing you didn't look at me. I had the goofiest grin on my face. I could barely keep from laughing!" I could usually tell her expression from her voice, but I guess I had been too distracted by her words. "Calm down, Shar, it's just a massage. Wow, you must be getting desperate. How long HAS it been? Five months? Six?" I should have been furious with her, but I just felt resigned and a tiny bit melancholy. "More like ten," I admitted. "That's crazy! That's like...forever!" Her voice was heavy with real sympathy. It didn't help though. If anything, her pity made my stomach twist harder, reminding me of my loneliness. "Yeah, yeah, I don't need to hear it from you. More than I already have." She must've taken the unsubtle hint, because her voice dropped to match my mood. "Okay, I get it, back to work." "My arms are super tired from your freakish monster leg muscles, so I'm going to take it slow, all right?" she said, with fake cheerfulness. I muttered my consent, as she brought her hands to my ankles. Her fingertips brushed them lightly and then moved to my heels. I gasped in surprise as she softly caressed the arch of my foot. The feelings there crowded out all my other senses, and that knot of loneliness was temporarily forgotten. All my attention was focused on the part of my foot touching her fingertips as she traced a path along the sole. I had no idea my feet were so sensitive. I waited for her to start the actual massage, but she didn't speed up or increase pressure. Every stroke was the same maddening light touch. I tried to count them, but couldn't concentrate past three. "Are you gonna get on with it or what?" I asked impatiently. Or at least, that's what I planned to ask. What actually came out was, "Nat, I can't take - please stop." The sensations in my foot insistently butted into my thoughts, so I wasn't sure if I had even said it loud enough. Nat either didn't hear or ignored it, because she didn't stop. I whimpered desperately, overwhelmed. "Nat, I'm going insane...you have to stop," I pleaded, more loudly this time. She stopped suddenly. My throat burned, and I realized I had been gasping for air. In my delirium I had squirmed completely onto my back without noticing. I made the mistake of looking Nat in the eyes for the first time in a long time. I tried to look away, but it was too late. She was staring at me intently, hands on her hips. I was completely entranced by her gaze. Not a single muscle moved as she climbed onto the table, hovering over me. Her palms lay flat above my shoulders, trapping my upper body with her arms, while her knees pressed seductively close to my hips, locking them in place. I wouldn't have gone anywhere anyways. Her eyes were enough to pin me to the spot. My pussy absolutely throbbed with desire, pulsing noticeably. My heart raced as she lowered her head towards mine. Feeling the heat of her body so closely, my nipples stiffened as if they were stretching out to reach her. I closed my eyes, unable to stand her stare anymore. I felt her face brush past mine as she whispered in my ear, her breath titillating my earlobe wonderfully. "Shar. You're so beautiful. Do you trust me?" "Yes," I managed to breathe, so quietly that it barely left my mouth. "I know you're too stubborn to ask for help. I'll take care of you." Abruptly, she got off the table and led me by the arm into my bedroom. I followed her dazedly. She gently pushed me onto the bed, until I was lying on my back. Still disoriented, I found her suddenly on top of me again. I remembered my dream, the images flooding back in a rush. My body entangled with Nat's. Her voice saying, "Kiss me" and our lips meeting. "Nat, I - " "Shush." A finger on my lips silenced me. The touch brought me out of my dream back to reality. I felt her long smooth legs rub sensually against mine. Her crotch, separated from my naked pussy by her skirt and panties, burned with the heat of her arousal as she ground it softly into my swollen outer lips. She snuggled against me, her nipples poking through the fabric to briefly brush mine as our breasts crushed together. Her stomach, still covered by her blouse, hugged my naked belly as well, enveloping me in her warmth. Pressing her lips to my earlobe, she whispered into it, her tongue flicking against my skin with every word. "You're so beautiful," she said again. She nibbled my earlobe delicately, and then started kissing down my jaw line towards my neck. My hands were splayed outward to my sides. Fully surrendering to her touch, I sighed in pleasure with each rough kiss she planted on my neck. She slowed as her mouth reached my breasts. Shifting to get a better angle, she broke our tight embrace. I made a plaintive noise as the warmth of her body left mine. Ignoring my complaint, she gently squeezed my breasts, only occasionally brushing a nipple. After today's ordeal, they were unbearably sensitive. Pushing my breasts together, she licked slowly up my cleavage. I moaned at the surprisingly pleasurable sensation. Finishing with my cleavage, she took one breast and traced a finger lightly around the areola. My nipple twitched jealously for attention. After what seemed like an interminable number of circles, she brought her mouth down to enclose the top of my breast. Her agile tongue continued teasing me, avoiding my nipple altogether. The hot dampness of her breath rushing over it was sensation enough though. A moan escaped through my pressed lips despite my best efforts to keep quiet. She sucked rhythmically while her hand massaged the other breast. Her mouth and hand exchanged places, but she bit at the nipple through her lips in parting before finishing the switch. She eventually left my breasts, reluctantly it seemed, and gave me butterfly kisses trailing down my abdomen. She caught me off guard again when she clamped her mouth over my bellybutton, rimming it with her tongue. While her mouth sucked against my stomach, she caressed my inner thighs, never going too near my throbbing pussy. I wanted to express my appreciation, but my mind was so delirious with pleasure that I couldn't form the proper words and sentences. I lay there languorously, eyes closed, writhing slowly as the erotic sensations washed over me. I opened my eyes when I stopped feeling her hands and mouth touching me. Her head was poised over my crotch, and I tensed nervously. She didn't move though; she crouched there, her hot breath caressing the bare skin of my pussy. I was glad that I still shaved it, even after all those lonely months. After a few long seconds of feeling nothing but her breath, I was mad with anticipation. Her exhalations teased my outer labia until they were practically bursting. Suddenly, she grabbed the lips with her hand, squeezing them tightly between her thumb and the side of her index finger. I was surprised into a long, agonized groan, filled with all my pent-up sexual tension. "That's it, Shar. Just relax and let go. I said I would take care of you, didn't I?" It was strange that being held so tightly in one of my most sensitive spots didn't hurt at all. In fact, it was almost unbearably pleasurable. Nat gently licked my inner thigh, close to my pussy but not near enough to touch it. Her hand worked my captive lips up and down. The motions rubbed my clit against its hood, making me gasp in ecstasy. She finally brought her tongue to my pussy, firmly licking the slit made by my inner lips. I shuddered in delight, my toes curling uncontrollably. A few more solid, full-tongued licks graced my slit before she spread my pussy open. She explored the rim of my vagina before plunging in. I felt the crude urge to pull her head into my crotch, but resisted it. It was like she read my mind though, because moments later, she drove her tongue even more deeply into me, clamping her mouth onto as much of my pussy as would fit. The sensation of her mouth pulling my pussy in like a vacuum made me feel incredibly desired. I made a weird sort of cooing sound combined with a lustful moan. Lost in bliss, it took me time to realize guiltily that I had been bucking my hips into her face. She was thrusting her head into me just as hard though, so I felt better about it, quickly reabsorbing myself in the pleasure. I felt frustratingly close to an orgasm as she devoured my pussy, but all our thrusting, as great as it felt, didn't seem to be getting me any closer. Abruptly, she broke her lip-lock on my pussy, freeing it with a pop. Pouncing, she positioned herself on her hands and knees, hanging ominously above me. Her face, glistening with my wetness, approached mine with deliberate slowness. She brushed my lips with hers delicately, then more forcefully. I worried about the strange taste of my juices as we shared a deep kiss, but it took a backseat to more immediate sensations. Her sudden nearness as she settled her hot body comfortably against my naked curves felt incredibly intimate and frightening at the same time. I drowned in the sensations, losing myself to her commanding presence. I wanted to return her embrace, but my arms wouldn't respond. She was like a raging whitewater river of sexuality, sweeping me along effortlessly. Her tongue licked at my lips, prying its way inside. I surrendered to the invader with a soft moan, offering her my own tongue. She sucked it into her mouth, licking at it with as much eagerness and attention as she had worked on my pussy. Her hand clutched my breast so hard it almost hurt. The other hand went lower, slipping two fingers into my vagina. I knew then what had been missing when she was pleasing me orally. I had wanted the closeness of her and the feel of her lips against my mouth. The intimacy of her body against me, with her tongue caressing mine and her fingers entering my canal, brought me teetering to the brink. Her searching fingers found my g-spot and pushed. I cried out in ecstasy as my long-delayed orgasm erupted. Nat released my tongue, but pressed the rest of herself harder into me, imprisoning my body against the bed as I twitched and shuddered. Every involuntary, delightful spasm brought some part of me up to rub erotically against Nat's body. She held on through my climax and for long after it finished, her face buried in my hair, arms grasping me. I'll Take Care of You Eventually, she rose out of bed. I lay there, my mind and body both utterly exhausted. "You look so tired. Sweet dreams, Shar." As she turned to go, I felt a sudden irrational fear that she was leaving forever. I jumped up and grabbed her arm, hugging it to my chest. "Wait, Nat. Don't leave...Don't leave yet. Can you..." My voice lowered gradually until it was practically a whisper. "Can you stay with me? For just a little longer?" I felt like I was a little kid again, asking to sleep with her parents after a nightmare. She smiled at me indulgently. "Okay. I'll keep you company." "You're a mess," she added, shaking her head. She didn't even bother to get undressed as she slid into bed. I snuggled against her, resting my head on her shoulder. She combed her fingers through my hair, straightening the tangles. Her other arm wrapped around me and held me close. I clung to her tightly. "Nat, please don't leave, ever." I didn't see how she could even breathe, much less leave, with my crushing hug, but I held on almost desperately. "Shar. I'll always be here," she said, humoring me. Feeling absurdly comforted by her silly promise, I lapsed into an unworried sleep. ----------------------------------------------- Author's Note: I apologize if this story strikes you as really bad. I've rewritten and reread it to the point where I can't edit it effectively anymore. But I liked the premise, so I didn't want to scrap it entirely. At the very least, I'll look back on it in a few months and hopefully see that my writing has improved :) If you have any comments, suggestions, or feedback please do let me know. ------------------------------------------------