1 comments/ 28678 views/ 15 favorites A Married Woman Looking For Love By: qualitywheat This is a story of a woman becoming dissatisfied in her marriage, she leaves her husband to start a new one. She meets and falls in love with a dark skinned bi sexual goddess, and also finds her lover's young son. But both women end up enjoying him. ***** Carrie Pincher was breathing huge sighs of relief, she had made it! It had taken months of planning, a lot of soul searching, and much bravery on her part, in her opinion. But not those of her friends, the friends she had now left behind. But she had a problem now, one she hadn't foreseen, not because she hadn't thought of it, no, it was because her specific orders hadn't been followed. She was stood in her new apartment among a zillion boxes all mixed in with the furniture that had been delivered. She had paid extra for the service to have her things put where she asked for them to be put. And now it was 7pm, too late to call and complain. She hadn't been able to be there, because to do what she had done, she had to play the game and leave at the last minute. He would have suspected something and have one of his boys to call and see where she was. Her heart had been in her mouth all day while the removal men piled her belongings and furniture into the van, to take it the three hundred miles from where she was stood. But it had all gone off without a hitch, until she had opened her new door and seen what the bastards had done. Carrie sat on a box and wept, she was exhausted, physically and mentally. This had been in her head for at least three years, building up the courage to even think about it, and then planning it, finding what she hoped would be a secret location while the dust settled, and hopefully never seeing him again, then executing it. And until now it had all gone like clockwork. He would be furious, he would leave no stone unturned to find her and bring her back. His humiliation would drive him to it more than anything. His street cred would be severely dented, his wife had left, she had pulled a fast one on him. But Carrie had planned and replanned her escape to a new and hopefully happier life, she was confident she wouldn't be found. She had changed her hair colour, from brunette to blond, her wardrobe had been renewed, her car had been sold, she had yet to buy a new one. And all with the cash she had engineered from him in the thirteen years of her marriage. Jack, her husband was a business man, but he worked on the shadier side of life, she never knew what he really did, but he kept business hours, 9 to 5 or 7 depending on what he was doing, some late evenings, but never weekends. No, they were set aside for socialising, where she would have to trail along, wanting to or not. People fawned over him, gave her lots of attention, Carrie as worth the attention though, she was a very beautiful woman. That was why he had chased her, wooed her, and eventually got her to marry him. Her parents had warned her off him, but she had ignored their warnings, and she knew now, misguidedly. Carrie had met him in college, he was a catch, all the girls wanted him, extremely good looking, athletic, virile, you name it, he had it. But even then she thought there was more to him than met the eye, and she had been proved right over the years. They were wealthy, very wealthy, she had no real idea where the money came from, and she didn't care much in the early years, he was respected, or so it seemed. But as the years wore on she began to tire of the life she was being made to lead, she had no say in what they did, where they went, or whom they saw and socialised with, she drifted apart from her real friends, and only had his in the end. She was the ultimate trophy wife, on his arm at all times, beautiful, sexy and alluring. Carrie couldn't even 'dress down' she was on tap at all times. They hadn't even had any children, he had flatly refused saying, 'he wasn't prepared to change his life and life style for the sake of having fucking brats running around and ruining their lives.' This had been the catalyst, the straw that broke the camels back for Carrie And the day came when she told herself enough was enough, and that's when her planning started. When everything had been decided, she called her parents and told them she was leaving, but refused to tell them where she was going, or what she was doing, she would call them at a later date, were her final words. She asked her father to open a new bank account in his name but for her use, it was all legal she told him. And now here she was, she had done it, but she was really scared now in case he found her, the longer she remained incognito the better it would be, the better her chances of not going back would improve, he would get over it eventually. She would open a bank account in her maiden name, and start building the life she dreamed of, and that included children if possible. There was one other fly in his particular ointment too, although she had never told him, or anyone else for that matter. He wasn't that good in bed, there weren't many times that she could remember where she had turned over to go to sleep with a satisfied smile on her lovely face. He was a little under endowed, and not very proficient with it either. She had tried over the years to improve his performances, but he had always poo pood her, saying, it was her who was not built for it, she may look the part he would say, but couldn't play it. He would regale his 'friends' with stories of his sexual exploits, and Carrie would smile enigmatically. Her husband, she would say to herself, "is all mouth and no trousers!" Carrie intended to get a job, even if it was a shop assistant or filling shelves, she wanted to meet people and make new friends, build a whole new life. Inside of one month it was all achieved, she worked in a cafe down the road, so there were people of all ages and colours coming in. And because of how she looked more men were coming in too, this pleased the owner, who was a Greek woman, about eight years older than Carrie. And much to Carrie's delight, because it deflected some of the attention from her, Andrea was as equally lovely as she was in her dark Mediterranean ways. Two months later Carrie was letting snippets go about her private life, but she was always careful not to divulge too much to Andrea. They were now friends, Carrie's life was opening up and she was getting happier and happier by the day. Andrea too was divorced, Carrie wished she was, but knew that she probably never would be. And soon realised that Andrea was more into women than men, although she did have the odd boyfriend. Carrie was beginning to miss the closeness of a relationship with someone. She had never considered even once in her life the idea of that being with another woman. But Andrea was gorgeous, and Carrie found her mind drifting sometimes, especially when a young lovely would stop by at the end of the day to meet her. And she also realised that the women who did stop by for Andrea were all young, in their early twenty's or so. One day Carrie got the courage to ask Andrea about her life, there was a twinkle in Andrea's eyes. She had been waiting for Carrie to bring the subject up, the reason she had never talked to Carrie about it was that, if she brought it up Carrie might back off. If Carrie brought it up then the chances of getting her interested increased tenfold. "I hope you don't mind me asking you this Andrea, and please, tell me to mind my own business, but you seem to have a lot of lady friends? She asked, she hoped not too inquisitively. Andrea smiled, this one question made her very happy, the thought of getting this beautiful woman into her bed was on her 'top priority' list. "Well Carrie, the truth is, I find women more honest, truthful and loyal, as friends or," and she raised an exquisite eye brow, "otherwise." Andrea trained her deep dark eyes on Carrie. "Otherwise?" Carrie repeated. "Yes Carrie, as a lover, a woman cannot be bettered for the love of love." Carrie ha to think about that one. Then Andrea said, "why don't we meet tonight after work, have dinner and talk, you seem interested in me and 'my ways,' aren't you?" she had emphasised the 'my ways.' "Only a passing interest Andrea that's all," she said, hastily trying to cover her interest in a passing remark. But Andrea already knew it was now a more than passing interest. "Okay," Andrea said, "we'll talk later, I'll see you in The Carousel at 8pm, don't be late," and giggled delightfully. That evening Carrie could not for the life of her, not dress provocatively. She looked magnificent, sexy, alluring and utterly beautiful. Her new blond hair was gorgeous, touching her shoulders, her face perfect just as it always was, her lips inviting, and her hazel eyes magnetic. Her lithe long neck beckoning, her full breasted mammaries calling all to all, her long legs skating where she moved her 5ft 8" frame. Andrea was exactly the same, but her smouldering looks could set fire to any flammable material within reach. Her black silky hair in ringlets swishing around her oval face, her dark almond eyes captivating. Her 5ft 5" height and 3" heels gave her the power look she was after. Carrie would be knocked out, literally. They met at 8pm as arranged and each appraised the other. Carrie was more than impressed at her employer's attire and look. Carrie thought she was just about the sexiest woman she had ever seen, after herself of course. Andrea always looked good even at work, but she sure did scrub up so well. Carrie's first thought was, 'Hmmm, she really is very inviting, no wonder she had other people, especially women drooling after her, apart from me?' she told herself. Andrea's thoughts of Carrie almost mirrored hers. 'If I don't get her into my bed, I'll give it up for Lent!' she laughed under her breath. But tonight wasn't really too much in her mind, tonight wouldn't depend on success or failure. They sat in a booth already arranged by Andrea, so that they were more or less sat side by side. This would allow Andrea the opportunities for touching and feeling. Soon her hand came briefly to rest on Carrie's toned thigh; Carrie drew in a silent breath. Over the next thirty minutes as they chatted and had sips of wine, Andrea touched her many times, once even letting her hand slide up Carrie's thigh. Andrea wasn't fully aware of the effect she was having on her intended target, she had a good idea, but Carrie did. She liked the feel of Andrea's hand so innocently and deftly moving over her upper thigh above silk dress. She liked the way she would occasionally interlock fingers with her, the intense look from her that burned right into her brain. Carrie knew she would be no match for her employer if they were alone somewhere. As the evening wore on Carrie was succumbing more and more to Andrea. Andrea quickly pecked her cheek, this was a test, and there was no reason for her to do it. All she wanted to do was gauge Carrie's reaction, and she got it, Carrie's cheeks flushed, Andrea knew arousal when she saw it, she had seen it many times when she had seduced someone. They were just finishing desert when Andrea's fingers closed over Carrie's thigh, it was softly tight sensuous squeeze, and Carrie looked at her potential lover. No words were spoken, but Andrea got the message. 'I'm unsure Andrea,' it said. It also said, 'I have never done this, I'm scared of it?' Andrea slackened her grip and slid her hand right up to Carrie's pussy, her fingers locked down into the joint of thigh and lower body, her fingers resting above Carrie's innocent and now slick gash. Andrea, Carrie noticed, was now right next to her, leg to leg, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder. She was seducing her employee right here in the restaurant, and Carrie, even though she didn't want to stop her, couldn't now anyway. She sighed at a gentle squeeze of her thigh, the fingers tantalisingly close to her personal bomb site. Andrea's hot sweet scented breath washed over her, it served as an oven to heat up the dish that was Carrie now. Now Andrea began to think that tonight might be the night, the cafe was closed on Mondays, so tomorrow was for the future, she started to use words. "Carrie, you know I like you, you know what I am, what I do. You know!" Her fingers slid down and over the cringing lips of Carrie's now red hot pussy. "Yes Andrea I am fully aware, but I'm just so unsure about this kind of thing." She told her conqueror, because that's what she was, although neither knew at that moment. Fingers delved deeper down, Carrie emitted her first whispered, "Oh please Andrea don't." But her knees slightly opened allowing further access if Andrea wanted it; even though Carrie hadn't known she had done it! Andrea hooked her left foot over Carrie's right and pulled it toward her, this made Carrie's legs part wide. As she was doing this, her fingers made contact with her pussy proper but through her thin silk dress. Carrie's head dropped, an orgasm trickled through her. Her body lit up, Andrea felt the tremble of it and knew what she had done, what she had achieved. Now all she had to do was get her into her car, and get her home for the coup de gras. She whispered, as her fingers walked the walk on, over, and around Carrie's leaking pussy. "I need to get you home Carrie, we have a lot to talk about." "Andrea," she said, "I'm really not sure." "It's alright Carrie, I understand, nothing will happen if you don't want it I promise you, do you believe me?" Carrie looked at her and nodded her lovely head, she did want to be alone with her, but she was frightened too. The fingers caressing the lips of her pussy were wringing her mind. Without giving her chance to think too much more about it, Andrea said, "Come on lets go." She took Carrie's arm and gently but firmly pulled her after her, they left; Andrea got her into her car and drove off. There was silence now, Andrea knew not to push it, Carrie wanted to think about it. And then suddenly the car pulled into the drive of Andrea's home. Carrie took a deep breath and got out; she stood there for a moment. Andrea watched, and waited, it was now or never, she knew that if Carrie entered her home she would get her, no question. The predator that was Andrea would pounce and devour the beautiful blond for sure. She usually preferred her women a lot younger, girls more than women, but Carrie was the exception to this rule. Carrie was so beautiful and sexy; she was worth any effort she could make. Andrea slowly coaxed Carrie in, she showed her to her sitting room, in the hall she quickly changed into higher heels, this brought her up to Carrie's height. She would now be able to meet her eye to eye, body to body, and most important, pussy to pussy. She quickly returned, took Carrie's hand and turned her towards her. Andrea moved in close, never taking her eyes from Carrie's. Carrie was mesmerised by her, by them. Her soft full lips, her dark glowing skin, her shining black silky hair tantalised her. Carrie felt a rush she hadn't felt for a long time, her knees pressed tight together momentarily. She stood stock still as Andrea's mouth closed the distance between them, when they touched Carrie was amazed by the soft coolness, the sudden wonderful quick taste of her seducer, caught her unawares. Andrea pressed slowly forward until her kiss locked on; Carrie's mouth had opened as the pressure increased. Then arms were around her, she felt something small and hard press into her own pubic bone, it was Andrea's. It was this that brought Carrie down, if Andrea was to struggle for her now desperate need to seduce Carrie, this was to be the sword that slayed Carrie. Carrie went into automatic, gone was the hesitancy, in its place now was pure need to be loved, to be made to cum, all that was in Carrie's mind was the goal of climax. Carrie found herself being transported backwards, to be lowered with Andrea secured in her arms down on to the large sofa. Their kissing intensified, they broke, they rejoined, many times this happened and it was Carrie who hurriedly rejoined them. Carrie was staring into Andrea's mesmeric dark deep pools that were her eyes. They hypnotised her, her kiss was an anaesthetic to her, quietening her down, relaxing her, making her drowsy with need for this woman now. Andrea felt for and found a hard nipple, she knew this was the last time she might worry about success or failure. Carrie moaned and writhed under the attack, she responded fully, her grip on her soon to be lover tightened. Andrea assumed the top position, took control, she would be Carrie's guide to heaven. Carrie gave in completely, the kiss broke briefly, "Oh Andrea, oh what... hmmmm," she moaned before lips locked once more. Andrea snaked her hand under Carrie's dress, pushed by her thong and found her clit all in one smooth moment. Carrie exploded in a shattering climax, which made her throw her head back and cry out in ecstatic glee. Her leg shot up and outwards, her other pushed under Andrea, she was open wide to her lover for anything she could show her, do to her, and do for her. Carrie concentrated on her lover. Carrie was a prize she was going to be reluctant to share, but she would never give her up. She had no trouble making her cum a few more times, but she wanted Carrie in her bed where she could really get at her. "Come on baby," she whispered gently, "let's go to bed hey?" Carrie looked at her, this felt like another step, one that that would finalise what she was doing and who with. She nodded her lovely head, her blond hair swaying under her, in agreement. She wanted nothing more now but to be up close and personal with her employer, and now her lover. The beautiful Greek woman led Carrie upstairs, and began to undress her as she loved, fondled and kissed her, Carrie reciprocated. They tumbled into bed; Carrie had never been with another woman while Andrea was well acquainted. Carrie also had no idea that she would be screwed beyond wonderful endurance by Andrea and her big strap on dildo. Andrea assumed top position again, the one of control, and of power. Soon kisses were being rained down on Carrie, nothing could stop Andrea, she had her hold on the beautiful blond, and wasn't going to relinquish it. Carrie's nipples were tortured, twisted softly, and crushed harshly, pulled tenderly, yanked mercilessly, all served to seduce her into submission. Andrea's fingers sank deep into her soaking dripping slick pussy, Carrie wasn't in the game, she was cumming and cumming. Andrea bit her neck and shoulder, leaving hickey's below the neckline, she knew not to leave them on show. But when she sank her middle finger into Carrie's ass was when she went ballistic. Carrie had never had an orgasm like it, it totally wrecked her, she shuddered, cowed, cringed, and juddered as it smashed her into pieces. Andrea waited for it to subside, she knew what had happened, and she was delighted, because she knew now that Carrie would be back again for more. She lay softly over Carrie, waiting for her to open her eyes, when she did she found Andrea gazing deep into hers. Huge tears sprung from Carrie's, "I'm sorry Andrea, I don't mean to cry, please forgive me?" she told her sobbingly. Andrea smiled, she was glad, it meant that she had brought her to a climax that she might not have ever experienced, she was dead right, Carrie hadn't. She hugged her, loved her and shushed her just like a mother with her child. Soon they settled into lover's embraces, Carrie clearing, Andrea leading. Carrie began to explore Andrea's fabulous firm body for the first time, she stroked her, kissed her, felt her. Andrea gave off all the right signals which encouraged Carrie to explore further. Andrea lifted a shapely led and enticed Carrie to go there, her hand slid down her inner thigh, Andrea's soft pubic hair tickled the back of her hand, she smiled a little. A Married Woman Looking For Love Andrea gently took a hold of Carrie's elbow and guided her hand into her pussy, even this small act made them both moan in appreciation. Carrie began to feel her way around, she knew what pussy's looked like and what they did, and also what could be achieved with the right stimulation, she had one of her own hadn't she! But this was new for her, she had only ever felt her own, but she knew how to bring herself off, so making Andrea cum shouldn't be too difficult should it? She thought languidly. Meanwhile Andrea was at her acorn nipples, they were wonderfully sore by now, but the last thing Carrie wanted was for her to stop killing them. Suddenly Andrea grabbed her hard, Carrie knew, or hoped, that she going to cum, she did, she cried out Carrie's name, she bit and crushed her as her own climax, rapidly brought on by Carrie drilled though her. It took long moments to calm down, this was unexpected by Andrea. She hadn't even thought of herself, her sole concentration had been on the beautiful sexy blond she employed. She looked at her new lover with admiration oozing out of her, 'this girl has real potential,' Andrea thought, she herself liked men too, and she knew Carrie was the same. But she obviously didn't know about this leaning she had just been shown, and discovered. Carrie felt as relaxed as she had never been, in the arms of another woman, who had just made her scale the sexual heights amazed her. Carrie tickled Andrea suddenly and started to play fight; they laughed and shrieked as they tumbled about in the bed. Each got control once or twice, but eventually fell into more loving, kissing and fondling. Carrie loved the feel of Andrea's coffee coloured soft skin, the scent of it, its texture, the smoothness; she began to kiss it everywhere her lips could reach. Without knowing it Andrea was turning her around, she ended up on her back with Andrea's knee appearing above her, and settling down with both knees either side of her lovely blond head. Carrie was gazing for the first time in her life at another woman's vagina and it fascinated her, the seemingly tight black curly hair surrounding it, the dark outer skin, the soft appearance of pinker skin, the light glistening of her inner lips, her little man peering at her. Carrie was enthralled by it all, she had an urge to kiss it and lick it, to suck on it, to taste Andrea. She was about to do just that when Andrea dropped her mouth onto Carrie's unprotected and upturned pussy, her tongue drove in, her lips formed what felt like an air tight seal around it, and she sucked Carrie's cunt into her wide open mouth. Carrie squealed in utter surprise, her hips left the bed in a rapid upward thrust, which was repeated several involuntary times. Her head went backwards, a climax thudded out and through her. Andrea had her hands under Carrie's ass, holding her in place while her tongue and mouth continued with the destruction of Carrie's wanton pussy. Carrie came time after time, all orchestrated by the dark beauty on top of her, she was being, and indeed had been, forced into complete submission by Andrea. She was laid prone now, unable to hardly move, the utter sublime seduction had over whelmed her, and Carrie loved it. As her multiple climaxes subsided she lay there and glowed in the love of the woman on her. Now Andrea lowered her gorgeous rounded ass down slowly on to Carrie's face, and she had no compunction about doing what Andrea wanted. She lifted her face to her, licked as it got nearer, and sucked when it landed, she was stunned by the amount of sweet tasting drool entering her mouth, she sucked and licked as if possessed by the devil himself. Andrea worked her hot pussy back and forth as Carrie attempted to empty her of her insides, she almost succeeded, Andrea's cum flowed like a small gusher, and Carrie swallowed all she could, the heat from her pussy seared her skin. They were tight together now, locked hard and fast in a 69 lovers embrace. Almost super glued together. Carrie had never even dreamed that this could have happened, it was almost too much. Then incongruously, her thoughts turned to her husband. "Oh how I wish he could see me now, doing what I'm doing, watching Andrea on me, making me take it, and me howling like a banshee!" She laughed loud into Andrea's pussy, she whipped around and off her, she stared disbelievingly at her, then she laughed with her, but wanted to know what had brought it on. That's when Carrie told her everything, but not the where, and Andrea held her tight in her arms as Carrie cried with relief at finally telling someone, getting it off her chest. That's when Andrea said, "well Carrie, if you'll trust me, we can make him see it, and never know where you are, or who you are with?" "How can you do that Andrea?" she asked her. "With DVDs, that's how darling," she told her, "we can make them, you can post them, so I won't know where you are sending them, he won't know where they have come from, only you, the bastard deserves it Carrie!" she said hotly. Carrie spent time, in between being face fucked by her beautiful coffee coloured lover, thinking about it. She agreed eventually, Andrea told her to leave everything with her. "I know people who will do this for a fee, and no one will ever know, cash only, no names, no pack drill!" And this would let her son have Carrie too, he had seen Carrie come into the cafe, he had nudged his mother, "give her a job," he had said, and amazingly Carrie had asked for one! Andre, her nineteen year old son had wanted her from the off. As soon as the blond beautiful woman had walked in he had lusted for her, he knew why initially, it was because she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen, and no wedding ring. He had tried to get her to go out with him, and while Carrie liked what she saw, she thought he was a bit too young, and gently brushed him off. Now if Andrea played her cards right, he would get her, and Andrea would still be able to keep her. "We will have to talk about this Andrea," Carrie told her, "I won't be rushed into anything," she said between gasps for air as Andrea's pussy mashed her. Andrea didn't answer, she would agree to practically everything she asked for. Two weeks later, after work, she and Carrie went to a house of a friend and went in, it was a film studio. Everything was talked about, no copies, no real names, no IDs, nothing. They rehearsed, but it soon became apparent that rehearsals weren't needed. The film was made and the two lovers took it home to view it at their leisure. Both were thrilled and turned on by it. "It will make him really mad Andrea, I'm not sure now;" she admitted. "Its up to you baby," Andrea said, "but it will give you a release from him, for his tyrannical ways over the years." Carrie looked at her deeply and nodded her head. "You're right Andrea, I'll do it," she said, the next day Carrie drove two hundred miles to post the DVD so he wouldn't be able to track her. But two weeks after that Carrie couldn't settle. "I need to know what he thinks, how he's taken it Andrea, but how?" "You go and buy a throw away phone, drive away from here and call him!" and she nearly fell over laughing, "I'd love to see him on film when you do darling!" she told her and kissed her lovingly. Carrie laughed with her; they both went by train together, a three hundred mile journey, and in a hotel Carrie called him. "Hi John, it's me, how are you?" she asked. Andrea heard the explosion from where she was sat. He ranted and raved, called her name after name, told her what he was going to do to her when he found her. Carrie interjected, "But you never will John, never!" More detonations followed on more. Carrie sat through it all calmly, and when he had run out of expletives, asked him. "It seems like you might have enjoyed seeing me being loved by someone else John hmmm?" More illegible remarks came from him. "Someone," Carrie continued, "who loves me nearly every night John, which is a lot more than you ever could! She almost shouted, he raged at her. Then Carrie did something she thought she would never do. She told him down the phone, "You are pig, a control freak, I hate you!" and then added. "By the way Pencil dick, you are total shit in bed, utterly fucking useless!" And ending the conversation, she threw the phone at the wall and it blew into several pieces. Andrea sat there and gaped, then she tumbled to the floor in laughter. Carrie was too pent up, too upset to make love with Andrea that night, but they did sleep in each other's arms. Andrea's next mission was to get her to make another film, this one with Andre; she would bring it up in a couple of days when Carrie had calmed down. Carrie had seen Andre many times lately, she knew he had it for her, she could see it in his eyes, and whilst he was a very good looking boy, she never gave any indication of returning his eye opening feelings. But Carrie had other idea; she had told him that given the chance, she would see to it that he got his chance. Andrea had no qualms about Andre getting Carrie, she was sure of her relationship with her. But letting Andre at her would divert her attention away from possible male relationships in the near future, because she knew that someone like Carrie had to have cock. She had in a roundabout way mentioned that she did miss a man's cock. The fact that hopefully it would be her own son's would fit in nicely with her. Andrea ad thought it out and decided that this up coming weekend would be the time for her plan, to see if could and would succeed. She had the new remote cameras fitted; her office was the centre for them. She tested everything, even Andre didn't know about them. Andrea's plan was to get enough footage to make an edited film. On the Sunday night, Monday was their day off; Andrea went on the path to success or failure. They had had a busy day so she suggested an early night. She let Carrie see that she was apprehensive; she wanted her to ask her what was wrong. After a lot of coaxing Andrea talked. "You trust me don't you Carrie? "Completely Andrea, you know that," she replied. "If I ask you to do something, would you do it, short of murder of course," she said and smiled. "Yes of course Andrea, tell me, what is it?" "That's the problem Carrie, I can't tell you, I just want you to swear on your life that if something occurs you will do what I ask, because by then you will know what it is okay?" Exasperated Carrie swore on all that was holy that she would comply 100%, no questions. They settled down, began to make love, soon both women were lost in the other, arousal came easily for Carrie, she was in heat this night. Slyly and somewhat shyly Andrea said, "Wouldn't you like to have a nice big cock in you for a change Carrie?" Andrea giggled. "Oooooh Andrea, if only, if only!" she breathed deeply as Andrea wiggled the small 4" vibrator in her hot pussy. Two minutes later Andrea had to go to the bathroom, she left the bedroom in her dressing gown. Closing the door behind her, Andre was on the landing as agreed; his mother had explicitly told him how to behave and what to do. She hurried downstairs, turned on the equipment and waited for it to boot up. Andre was to wait three minutes for his mother. He was wearing a pair of bright white cut off shorts, and a light but bright white T shirt that enhanced his dark good looks, and left nothing to the imagination of what was underneath them. He opened the door and stepped in; Carrie was propped up on a pillow waiting for Andrea to come back. As soon as she saw Andre, she knew what it was that Andrea had made her promise. But she was still shocked and stunned; they both looked at each other, neither spoke. Andre was waiting as his mother had instructed, he averted his eyes, 'to let Carrie observe you,' she had told him. Carrie's only problem now as her arousal, she had been waiting impatiently for Andrea, and now Andre was there. "Wouldn't you like to have a nice big cock for a change Carrie?" Andrea's words rang in her beautiful head. She almost smiled, she would have words later. But, suddenly being confronted by a dude as good looking as he was, seemed like it might be a good idea. And the possibility of having endless fun with a boy about fifteen years her junior tickled her fancy. 'I hope his cock is big then Andrea?' she said in her head. She was about to find out, and she also knew that she would have the upper hand, there was no way a boy his age could control himself, and in doing so, control would pass to her. Carrie batted her lashes, smiled coyly and patted the bed at her side. "Andre," she whispered, "would you like to come and sit here by me, maybe we can talk?" He shuffled over, seemingly afraid, embarrassed, shy even, he was neither! He was playing the part his mother had written. She observed him as he stepped to the bed, it was a concrete certainty now what was about to happen, and Carrie knew it. This is what Andrea wanted, she wanted her to teach him in the ways of a real woman, one who demanded to be pleased, 'he'll learn' she told herself smilingly. She took him in, appraised him, and it was a 10 out of 10, especially the swelling in his shorts. The tight muscular body, Andre was a quietly brash young man, brought up in his mother's ways; he was a confident and a well adjusted person, even at his tender age he was well versed in the arts of seducing, or being seduced by women. His mother's friends had him under their wings, with Andrea's permissions of course. Carrie knew none of this; she was walking into him with her eyes wide shut! Andrea downstairs, watched with bated breath on the monitors, three cameras, all recording the event. She had seen him enter, listened to them speaking, and saw him amble over to Carrie, now sat up in bed, the covers barely hiding her ample charms. He sat down and looked at her body, not in her eyes, Carrie smiled, 'he's scared to death of me!' she almost chortled, the moment was getting to her. A wave of power swept over her, she placed a hand on his knee and asked him if he was alright, he nodded his head. She was walking head down to her seductive demise, she had been set up by Andrea, she was being head hunted, and her slayer was already sat near her waiting to strike, and he would, very soon! "Would you like to come a little closer Andre?" She asked him, another nod of his head confirmed he would. Carrie leaned towards him, he leaned towards her. "You have been looking at me Andre, haven't you?" more nodding ensued. "You like me don't you, do you think I am pretty, beautiful even?" Carrie was getting excited, she was adding fuel to her own sexual fire, and Andre was waiting for the moment. "You are the most excitingly beautiful and sexiest woman I have ever met Carrie," he told her breathlessly. He stroked her arm, she leaned closer, and Andre did the same. He did like Carrie and had wanted her from the off. He had made it plain to his mother, but as usual he did things her way, hence he had been sat on the sidelines all this time waiting for his turn, his chance, and now it was here. He rested his face into her neck, she smelled him, that familiar man smell, musk, it wafted into her nostrils, now her fire was starting to blaze. It was an internal combustible fire with no way to douse it. The only recourse was the hose of Andre to spit the fire out, quelling it with spunk, over and into it. Carrie had been, and was already aroused before Andrea had left her, tricking her in a way, but she didn't mind the way now, her challenge, 'of a nice big cock' had paved the way for Andre. Carrie's hand on his thigh slid up and around his waist, her other went around his back reassuringly. Andre did it to her; the embrace was beginning to lock. Now he lightly kissed, then bit her neck, Carrie's eye balls rolled to the back of her beautiful blond head. 'Ooooh, oh wow,' she thought, 'oh that is so nice, so good,' it had been a long time since she had felt a man's lips doing this. He cupped her breast, found a bullet like nipple, placed his fingers on it and squeezed, that was effectively the positions between them reversed. Andre had all the control and power over her in that one mind numbing nanosecond. He gently but insistently laid her down on the bed, Carrie slid down unknowingly willingly. He raised his face from her neck but not before kissing, sucking and biting some more. Then he locked his lips to hers, and Carrie wonderfully endured her first loving seductive kiss, the boy had got the woman, she didn't know it, but she was his in that moment! Carrie's mind was awash with fleeting thoughts, 'this boy is just out of this world,' 'what would John say if he could see me?' 'I'm going to make love to another man for the first time in my life!' Her glazed eyes took him in, 'he is the most beautiful man I had ever seen,' she thought. 'I want him to kiss me, 'I want him in me' 'I need him to love me' 'love me as hard as a woman can be loved!' She wrapped an arm around his neck and tightened him into her loving sexual kiss. Andre tugged the bed sheet away from her; she was open to him now, laid bare like a sacrificial lamb being led to the slaughter. Suddenly Carrie was aware that somehow he was naked, she quickly scanned his body and liked immensely what she saw. His sleek coffee coloured skin, his mangled tousled black silky hair. His body lithe, agile, fit, powerful, and so manly. And there before her very eyes was what this was all about, 'a nice big cock for a change!' Her body and mind screamed out, "fuck me Andre, fuck me, don't wait!" She literally flung herself up to him. Andre sank in deep and strong in one huge upward thrust, he impaled her and now she knew what 'a nice big cock' actually felt like for the first time in her life. The thirty four year old married blond beauty had been utterly seduced, not only by Andre, but by herself, and Andrea too. She wasn't a naive woman, in any way, but in her upper aroused condition, her power of reason, decision making and clear thinking had been diminished. All she wanted was to be loved by an alpha male, taken, used lovingly, give in to him, Her primeval heritage made her surrender willingly, man or boy, it didn't matter, all that did matter was him having his way, and she getting it from him. One whose very musk was pervading her mind, her very soul, and Carrie succumbed to it completely. Downstairs Andrea was fingering her pussy, this was a new one on her, her friends had told her what a great lover her son was, and she was more than proud of him. But she had never seen him in action, it had never crossed her mind, but watching him here beginning a demolition job on her lover carrie, was turning her on like never before. To see Carrie, who had taken Andrea some time to seduce, tumble down the stairs of seduction head first was a mind bender. And watching her son on top of her, his prick, 'God look at that prick!' she said aloud in her office. He was hitting her with long powerful thumps, up on his elbows there was no doubting what was taking place, there was a man fucking a woman! His prick almost coming out before disappearing in a blur back into Carrie's wide spread pussy. The cameras were placed strategically, two at the sides about 3ft up from the action, the third was almost level with the end of the bed and the view Andrea had of Carrie's pussy, a view she had seen many times. But now she was watching a superb man's cock ramming into her sweet slick juice running gash. She saw Carrie's knees rise and spread high and wide, the heels of her feet coming to rest on Andre's tight buttocks. Her hands and nails hanging on to him as he increased the pace slowly, but indeterminably. Her head had gone back, her mouth opening into a perfect 'O' and her eyes shut tight. Andrea wanted to race up stairs, grab Carrie and drag her out from under her son and get under herself, to feel that magnificent weapon in her own pussy, she came in a brain frazzling orgasm. Her head hit the desk; it bent and crippled her totally. Andrea trembled under its hold on her, it raced and danced about her body, it was as big a cum she hadn't had for a long time. A Married Woman Looking For Love Mean while Carrie was getting the benefit of Andréa's three friends, who had and still were, teaching Andre all he needed to know about women. How to make love to them, and fuck them the way they liked to be fucked. They had been teaching him for quite a long time, and Andre was a budding consummate expert in the female form. And he loved what they did to him and for him. He accepted that it was his task to give a woman what she needed, what she demanded, and what she had the right to expect from a man allowed to enter her most secret of places. Carrie was enthralled already, she had the 'big cock' in her, and the man it was attached to knew exactly what he was doing with it, and how to do it. She was bouncing happily under him, each downward thrust was met naturally by an up one from her, it heightened the sensation of the 'big cock' syndrome she had not yet experienced. Carrie came in a crescendo of emotions; everything was new, the cock, the man, the utter fabulous feeling of experiencing a proper love fest, a fucking out of all proportion to what she had ever known. Andre was attacking her now in a frenzy of controlled power, his cock, bulbous at the end, a deep ridge surrounding it, narrowing behind it, thickening out near the centre before slowly narrowing again at the base, but even here it looked thick. Andre had been blessed with the ultimate cock, a cock that could, would, and now did satisfy any woman, especially the one now hunched below him as her climaxes built and raged through her in an unstoppable lava flow. She was moaning, crying, bleating, mumbling incoherently, as cum followed on cum. She was alive yet dead, an insane body of beautiful flesh at the behest of the man who now seemed to control her very life. Andre felt his balls tighten, his prick hardened to granite, he banged it into Carrie now in the way he had taught, his cum billowed out in hot scalding thick lumpy globs of sperm. He filled her to the neck; it pumped up into her internal organs. Carrie felt it swell her, her pussy clamped around the member in her; the muscles forming the walls tightened around the invading prick as if trying make it one. She would never say no or have any remorse what so ever about being taken by this boy, ever! She was also now pregnant, his sperm had swum up the channels and into her eggs that were waiting for it, they joined hands and hugged, the welcome was total. Andre slowly slid from her and into an embrace that Carrie would never have dreamed of thirty minutes ago. She loved his body, held him close, letting him know that he was special, very special, no one, especially her pin dicked husband was nowhere near this man boy. She settled into him, she couldn't get close enough, her soft hand felt for him, his cock was sticky and wet, she didn't care, she was holding something she didn't know had existed. If she had known she would certainly have been unfaithful before now. But she had spent all her adult life under husband's lock and key, but now no more. She was free, she had a lover, no, strike that, she had two now, two wonderful and completely different lovers, and Carrie had no intention of letting either go. She caressed him and somehow thought quietly to herself, 'I wonder if he'll want to do me again soon?' she hoped so, she could do with 'more of this, and him,' she thought. His cock was still half hard, he liked her stroking him, this had gone well, he hadn't known what to expect really as he had entered the bedroom. Whether he was ordered to leave, or asked to stay, he had been asked to stay, and now he had screwed his dream woman. "Andre," Carrie whispered, "That was just what the doctor ordered," she told him. "I'm glad Carrie, I have wanted to be with you forever," he told her, and he was telling her the truth. This made her squeeze her body into his. The woman in her floundered at his words, it made her desperately want him again. "If what we, you, have just done Andre," she told him, "being what the doctor ordered for me, will there be any chance soon of having my prescription refilled?" she giggled. His prick jumped, that was the answer she needed. "Oh Andre, oh baby please?" she couldn't wait a moment longer. The youth in him responded and his prick hardened once more, Carrie squeezed it, her appreciation overwhelmed her. Andrea watching the screen was absolutely beside herself with arousal, desire and desperate need to feel that cock in her, but there was nothing she could do yet, but she would, oh she would. She knew people would frown in it and her, but she didn't care, 'as soon as possible,' she thought, 'that cock going to go where it will do me some real good, hell or high water!' Her eyes focussed back on the monitor, she hadn't heard Andre tell Carrie to get on her knees, all she saw was her turning over and getting up in a hurry, her head was already down waiting. Her son got behind her and she saw all of it for the first time in many years. It was the best cock she had ever seen, the shape, the size, the readiness in it, the slight upward curve, ready to decimate all it came into contact with. She saw him plunge into the up turned proffered pussy. The beautiful married woman before him divorced her husband right there, right then in one sudden plunge from her young boy lover. Andrea saw Carrie's head roll from side to side, a hand reached back as if begging for mercy from the thick prick castigating her battered pussy. But there would be no forgiveness, no respite, she would be made to endure and submit by Andre. There was no question of where this was going, and Andre didn't know about his mother yet, how she was intending to get in on the act. How his life was going to be made complete. Not only Carrie would submit, but his mother would too, making them both his! Andre set about battering Carrie the way he had been taught, he knew when a woman was in submission mode, and Carrie was in it all the way up to her beautiful neck! He pile drived into her, holding her by the hips didn't prevent him driving her all the way up the bed until she could go no further, she was in a ball, head down, hands against the bed head, he was lifting her off her knees with each monstrous thrust as he screwed her mercilessly. Carrie's cries for relief went unheard, they were muffled into the bedding and Andre drove on, she became desperate, begging him to stop, yet fearing that he would. How many orgasms he made her have went uncounted, they were too numerous. All she knew was, there were no more, she dried up, the love juices, his previous cum dried in the frictional heat of his howitzer like weapon. Then Andre shot his second and final load for this night into her, it spread around her like an incoming tide of thick lava hot volcanic sludge. Carrie stretched out in sublime heaven, the beautiful thirty four year old had been made by a nineteen year old boy. She was owned, not only by him, but by his mother too, she would never rebel against either of them, never. Downstairs Andrea had cum hard again so many times she too was collapsed in her swivel chair, her fingers had been Andre's prick, she too was a beaten hulk of flesh, beaten in abstention by her own son. But when Carrie reviewed the edited disc of her and Andre together, when she saw how he had beaten her, given her her rights to womanhood. How she had plainly submitted, she would be shocked and stunned to the core. Andrea crept upstairs and went to bed, but she slept with her fingers deep in her pussy imagining them to be her son's amazing cock, her future with them both, she could not have been a happier woman. In the morning she rose, it was their day off, and Andrea wanted to begin her strategy of having Andre herself, even if it meant having Carrie there too. She no longer cared, she was having him, Carrie would have to learn to put up with it, she was confident, but still a little doubtful too. She had breakfast and waited for them to appear, they didn't, Andrea got itchy waiting, so eventually she made her way up, outside of the bedroom door she raised a hand to knock. She stopped herself just in time; she heard muffled noises, 'Jesus,' Andrea thought, 'is he fucking her again?' She hurried down to her office and switched the monitors on. There on the screen, Carrie was on her knees on the bed, he was stood at the side of it. She was sucking her son off, his cock looked gigantic. He was holding her head and was obviously face fucking her. He slapped her face gently, "go on bitch, make me cum, and be quick about it!" Andrea could see the look of intent on her face, along with the obvious desire to do what he told her to do. As a slap landed you could see the increase in her efforts, the suction in her cheeks as they hollowed out, and then expanded with every shove of Andre's cock into it. His hands reached down and took her nipples, she saw him squeeze them hard because Carrie's shoulders hunched as he crushed them, her hands held him at the hip. Her ministrations increased, her head bobbed furiously, she gave him her best, and suddenly Andre's stance changed, his feet spread, his own head dropped and stared at the woman below him servicing him. Then his hips shot forward, she saw Carrie's throat bulge, then he humped her rapidly, he had cum, and he was pumping it down her throat, welcome or not, she got it. He pulled it out, Carrie fell over gasping, her eyes bulging as her throat had. Spunk leaked out from between her lips as she tried to recover. "Swallow it bitch, all of it!" he commanded, Carrie obeyed. Andrea had never seen this side of her son, he had always been quiet, unassuming, she had no idea of the wonderful woman lover her friends had created in him. Carrie hurriedly got it all down and set about getting her breath back, she lay there defenceless as she did. Andre got on the bed with her, and said. "Well now my beautiful bitch, have we settled who is in the driving seat here?" and he kissed her with as much love and passion as he could muster. If Carrie had had any resistance in her, it went the moment he took the kiss. "No Andre, its settled darling, I am who I am, your mother loves me, but do you?" This was a question he hadn't asked himself, but he said, yes he did. Carrie smiled, "then Andre, I'll be whatever you want me to be, and whatever your mother wants me to be too, will you accept that as well?" Andre smiled and agreed, fucking this woman would always be on the top of any agenda he might have. Andrea having watched and listened, saw her son in a brand new light, this was a side of him she never knew, quiet and studious? She thought, 'hah, he has confidence in him only a woman could understand!' Then she orgasmed a few times on the strength of what she had just seen and heard. She had a quick shower and went back to the kitchen to wait, there was no point now in invading their space, she wanted Andre to be as fresh as a daisy! An hour later Carrie came down, she looked at Andrea in a fearful way, she didn't know how she was going to respond, she herself had had no idea that she would spend the night locked into her son. Andrea greeted her with a huge hug and a warm loving kiss, Carrie's eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry Andrea, I had no idea that was going to happen, but you did tell me to do what you wanted to do, even if you never actually told me to do it!" Andrea roared with laughter, hugged and kissed her some more and told her not to be silly. "Now tell me all about it, was he any good?" she asked. Carrie looked at her in utter amazement. "Andrea, he is only nineteen but he is the most amazing lover, he had me everywhere, I didn't care what he did, what he wanted to do, all I wanted was for him to do it, me, anything, I didn't care, and do you know what? He did Andrea, he did!" This made them both giggle. "Please don't be angry Andrea, I'm so sorry." "I'm not angry Carrie, because now I know I will never lose you to another man. You won't want to go off and try another when you've got me and Andre, am I right?" she told her. This turned Carrie's lovely head, she hadn't even contemplated that, she had never had any intention of doing it. But now as she had said it like that Carrie knew she would have the best of both worlds. "You won't get any hang ups about me and Andre then?" she asked. "Not as long as you don't either?" Carrie blinked a few times, then understood what she had just said. "Andrea, are you having an affair with your own son?" "Not yet but after what I've learned Carrie I intend to, would you have a problem sharing him with me, sharing us with him?" Carrie thought about it and could see the logic in her arguments, "but what about him Andrea?" she said, and nodded her head at the ceiling. "You tell me Carrie, do you think he'll be able to turn us down, ever?" she said and waggled her shapely hips. She knew what she intended could have unforeseen consequences, but she was more than willing to take the chance. Carrie knew the answer to that and shook her blond head, no. The two beautiful women embraced like never before. As Carrie squeezed Andrea tight, she said. "I love you Andrea, I really really love you with all my heart," she told her. "And I love you too darling, I've waited forever for you forever, and I will never lose you to anyone, never. And with care, we can have the kind of life that will make us happy for the rest of our days, yes?" A movement caught their eys, and a bashful Andre entered the room. Carrie set about making breakfast; Andrea fussed over him, letting him know they were both more than happy. And that everything was good and going to get better. She didn't elaborate any further, not yet, there was time for that later. Andre had a look in his eye that relieved him of being caught with his 'pants' down. He hugged his mother, she hugged him back in a way she had never hugged him. He eyed her speculatively, his morning wood was captured between her thighs, he always had a hard on on a morning, it was common practice. Andrea gazed into his eyes, 'time to let him know' she thought. "Yes darling, it's all very alright," she whispered. He wasn't sure what she was alluding to. "Carrie and I love each other baby, you know that don't you?" she said, then continued, "and we have reached an agreement where you will be the main benefactor, be patient though baby, for just a little while longer okay?" Andre nodded his head, unsure of what to say, so he didn't. Andrea had given thought to their next move, Carrie was happy to let her make decisions for them. Andrea told her that "next weekend will be the weekend he will get the biggest surprise of his young life Carrie, but in the mean time I'll let you enjoy him some more. But first I want to show you something, come with me honey." Carrie was amazed at Andrea's pragmatic way she was taking this in, like deciding what dress to buy, or what to have for lunch, she laughed and said. "Whatever you say Andrea is good enough for me, what do you want to show me?" "Its something for your husband to get his head around, the last time though, we can't do this week in week out can we?" She said. Carrie had a gut feeling it was about her and Andre; she followed her beautiful dark lover into her office. Andrea pointed to a seat; Carrie sat down, Andrea next to her, pressed the play button and sat back. The DVD gained life and Carrie sat stock still, frozen in time as she watched what had happened last night with her and Andre. "God Carrie," Andrea said, "you are both so beautiful and so sexy, just look at that," it was Carrie being slowly laid back; she was in a stupor under him. She could see the control he already had over her. She saw her own utter seduction, she watched fascinated as Andre plunged into her pussy, her legs rising and parting for him. She heard the mewling, the moaning, the soft grunting, the small gasping breaths, and they were all coming from her. Seeing Andre's stunning cock in film amazed her. The sheer size, the utter difference to what she had known in her marriage, oh Jesus how she hated her husband now for putting her through those torturous years. She had experienced Andre first hand, but watching what he did with it made her breath catch in her throat. She saw it appear out of her own pussy and the shape of it made her jaw drop, the narrow base, seemingly, the thickening up to the centre, up to the much defined thick ridge under the wide bulbous head was seen in disbelief by her. But she stopped breathing when she saw him power her to utter sexual aroused destruction. She saw herself cum, many times it happened. She watched as she clung to him, his cock a blur now as he hit her with everything, and no response now from Carrie's yielding body, her arms and legs wrapped around him in a submissive pose, her head thrown back, mouth wide open in Oooohs and Aaaaahs. She would never have known what she had gone through. She had been fucked for the first time in her life, she had known that, but now she had seen it. Carrie wept with the memory of it, the joy of remembering her shattering orgasms. The strength and power of the boy thrusting into and out of her with his monumental jousting stick before he himself came in a torrent of cum, that spit out of her pussy, there was that much. Carrie was numbed by the experience, she was also so turned on she couldn't stop writhing in her chair. Andrea saw her plight and smiled. "Want him again do you?" she asked knowingly. Carrie couldn't answer, her brain was fogged, her mouth dry. "Well wait a while, just watch a bit more for me?" The DVD moved on to her sucking him off, being made to service him, being told she was a bitch, his bitch, that she would do as he told her, all answered in the agreement of Carrie's nodding had. She sat in more stunned belief as she watched him cum, the swelling of her throat as he forced his prick in, the bulging of her cheeks, followed by hollowing. She saw herself gulping it down as fast as she could. Her husband was a minor in the extreme now, never again would he be allowed to enter her thoughts in any other way but contemptuous. "Carrie," Andrea said, "I want you to send this to him, with a message that if he ever looks for you and finds you that this will go viral along with the first DVD. That will keep him totally at bay." Carrie though long and hard about this, she had been worried that somehow he might find her. She knew that his ego would not allow him to be exposed for what he really was. She agreed to send it with a written message. It got sent that day, "this is my nineteen year old stud lover you loser," it said, "he is the man you will never be, and he will be the father of my babies too!" although she didn't know she was already pregnant. "And if you try to find me and succeed then these DVDs will go viral!" She would never know his reaction, she would never call him to find out, as far as she was concerned he was history. Her future was right here with Andrea, and now it seemed her gorgeous nineteen year old son. The next weekend Carrie was in bed with Andre getting it wholesale again, Andrea was watching from downstairs, she was biding her time. She saw him finish and died with agony that it wasn't her getting what Carrie had just received. A fucking of monumental proportions, she waited until she knew he had recovered because he began to fondle Carrie again. She left the machine and cameras running, she wanted to record what happened next, even if she was unsure of what his reaction was going to be. She was dressed for the part, and she looked even better, 'there's no man that would turn me down,' she thought, 'unless he's a poofter!' She walked into the bedroom; Andre looked stunned, wondering what was going on. Carrie knew, she smiled, Andrea's eyes never left her son, she dropped her clothing slowly to the floor, finally stepping out of her panties, now she was totally naked. A Married Woman Looking For Love She moved to the bed, Carrie shuffled to one side and slipped out. Andre was bug eyed as his mother approached him, she kneeled on the bed, "well?" she asked, "like what you see baby?" Carrie was leaving when she heard her speak, turning she saw Andrea lay next to her son and take hold of his sticky prick, slippy with his and Carrie's cum. The last sight Carrie had was his cock jumping to attention, she closed the door and went down to Andrea's office, she had to watch this. "Mom, oh mom," he groaned, "you, me, us?" was all he said. Andrea nodded her beautiful head; his cock was hard again, ready for use. Andrea lid down, she almost got on him, but decided to let him take the lead. She was glad she did because her son battered her from pillar to post, Andrea had never received a poking in that manner in her life, he went on forever, his stamina was endless. Carrie watched in hypnotic silence as she saw him hang, draw, and quarter his mother. She was looking at a sexual monster of the most loving kind. His mother was in his grip and Andrea was beside herself with the arousal he had built, now was using and taking her. She had orgasms on orgasms, she wasn't his mother any more, she was a beautiful dark skinned angel from heaven. The thoughts he had entertained about his mother for the last three years were now a reality, and he liked it, no, he loved it, he loved her and now he knew, he loved Carrie. Andrea spent the night more or less underneath Andre, he wouldn't let her go, wouldn't release her, he just loved and fucked her continually. His final act was to turn her over and without permission, without even asking, he fucked her in the ass. She squealed and cried until she submitted, and finally she enjoyed his domination, his young raw power. Carrie had fingered herself to dozens of climaxes and fell asleep only to be woken by her cries, to witness Andrea being ass fucked mercilessly by her son. Carrie woke later still sat in the chair; the cameras were silent and dark. Upstairs Andrea and her son were sleeping peacefully now, secure in the knowledge that they were now one, and also with the sure with the deep knowledge that they were also at one with Carrie. She gave birth nine months later to a light and fair skinned beautiful baby girl, and a year after that a boy was born. Two years after that, they all decided to go to the Capital for a weekend and went by national transport. On the platform together, waiting for a tube train, Andre, Carrie, Andre and with their children, a subway train rattled past. On it was Carrie's husband, he saw her, she, nor they, saw him. He got off at the next station and went back, he wanted to say sorry, but they had gone and he never saw them again.