0 comments/ 126822 views/ 14 favorites A Mother's Curiosity Ch. 01 By: SpankerSam Part 1 (Emails) Dear Spanker Sam: I can't believe that I am writing this. I feel so strange, and yet I feel that I have to tell you. My name is Samantha. I am 58 years old, widowed and black. Up to this moment, I had not read any nasty stories yet alone write to the person who writes them. But there is something about your stories that are compelling to say the least! No, I am not one of those lonely women who search the Internet looking to find enjoyment. In fact, I do not even own a computer, (something that will change as soon as I get home). I came across your stories quite by accident. Well to tell you the truth, it was from boredom and being nosey. I am house sitting for my daughter Cynthia. She is 31and a bit of a shy introvert. Well, that's mostly my fault, cause I have always sheltered and shielded her. She is on the heavy side and has always been very self-conscious about it. She doesn't have many male friends, and I don't even know if she is seeing anyone at the moment. Like I said, I am house sitting for her, while she is on a much-needed vacation. She is visiting some relatives in another state. I was bored and decided to go on her computer. I don't own one but I do know my way around them. Anyway! I saw this file marked stories. Being a mother, I had to open it. I was shocked and surprised to find that it was full of nasty stories. But there was another folder marked, "Sam's Stories". I opened it and found story after story written by you. Some were marked in bold red letters and some in black. I don't know why but I opened one of the ones marked in bold red. It was titled, "Watched". I began to read it and as I did I could feel something begin to change in me. I had heard of these types of stories but I always imagined them filled with vulgar 4 letter words and men just using women for sex. But this story caught me and held me until the end. I was taken by the way the man made the woman feel. And yet, he seemed so concerned about her pleasures. By the time I turned off the computer, my hands were shaking and I could feel my panties were wet. (Something that does not happen to me.) You see, after my husband died, I dated for awhile, but gave it up as a lost cause. Since then I have tried not to think about sex. What with all the diseases out there, why take a chance? And I was never the type to play with myself, so I just didn't think about it. But that story left me weak. I tried not to think about it. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Then, I did something that I would have never thought myself capable of doing before. I went thru my daughter's things. You see, at the end of each story, Cynthia writes a little narrative about how it affected her. And after this story, what she wrote shamed and excited me greatly. At the end of the story, she wrote that she took one of her many dildos, placed a mirror in front of her bed and masturbated. She said that she watched herself cum, until she couldn't cum any more. And all the time she thought about you watching her do it. Well, they say that if you look for something don't get upset when you find it! And boy did I ever! In a box, inside her closet, I found things that I could never imagine my daughter ever thinking about. But I see that she not only has them, she uses them regularly. I didn't even know what some of them were, until I read more of your stories. There were nipple clamps, butt plugs, ball gags, an assortment of dildos and different sizes and types of vibrators. I was at first appalled that she would have these things. But then my curiosity got the better of me. I closed the box and made myself a stiff drink. The more I sat there, the more I thought about your stories and the comments that my daughter had written about them. I felt compelled to go back and read another story. My hands shook as I started up the computer. The next story I read was "Veggies". Do people really fuck their food? Well from the comment after the story, my Cynthia certainly does! She wrote that she had to try to fuck almost everything in her frig. And that zucchini and cucumbers are much better than hotdogs and sausages. And carrots fit well up her tight ass. I couldn't read any more. Although the idea of my Cynthia with a carrot stuck up her behind made me laugh out loud. (Why don't I feel embarrassed telling you all of this?) I made another drink, only this time it was strong. I sat in the chair and could feel my nipples grow hard. My breathing was ragged and my knees were opening and closing. I don't recall ever being this wet before, even when I was married. My husband and I were very conventional about sex. By the third drink, I found myself in my daughter's bedroom staring at myself in her wall mirror. I was trying to imagine if you would find me sexy. What was happening to me? I had never had thoughts like this before. I slowly undressed and that didn't help my ego a bit. You see I am on the thin side, with a small chest. Not the kind of woman, that a man like you would get excited over I bet? I sat on the bed looking at myself in the mirror. My hand slowly went to my nipples and I began to tweak them the way I felt you would do it. It was so strange watching my thighs open slowly. I held my breath as my hands slowly slid over my hardened tits. I gasped as they touched the soft hair that surrounds my pussy. I'm laughing. Does the idea of some grey hair around a pussy excite you? I sat on the bed and slowly stroked the lips of my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I had become. And my lips have never been as swollen they were. Mr. Sam, I couldn't stop myself. I watched in the mirror as my fingers slowly worked in and out of my pussy. I don't ever remember cumming as hard as I did sitting there. I had so much juice pooled around my pussy I had to pull the sheets from the bed and wash them. I felt dirty and ashamed. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I opened Cynthia's computer so that I could send this letter to you. But I will not be reading any more of your stories." Samantha PS. I will check my daughter's mail to see if you answer me. I sat at my computer and read the email twice. Then my hand dropped to my lap and I slowly stroked my hard dick. The idea that this woman had gotten so turned on over my stories had me hot as a pistol. And being a writer that enjoys writing incest stories, the fact that she saw my stories on her daughter's computer, added spice to the meal. I wrote her back a nice letter hoping to bring her out. Hello Samantha: First let me say that I thank you very much for your kind words. And from the way you word things, I can tell that you are a mature, educated and classy lady (smile). It's surprising the things we find out about our children, isn't it. I do hope that finding out that your daughter, Cynthia, has an active and healthy sexual appetite, even if she doesn't get a chance to use it, eases your mind some. I can understand your feelings about the so-called new sexual revolution. I am in my mid 50's also. But believe me, it is quite normal for a man or woman that somehow feels a bit shy about their sexual attractiveness, to seek pleasure in stories. You said that Cynthia is a woman of substance. I never say that a woman is large or fat. Well that is in many ways a plus for her. There are some men and women that wish for all their partners, to be shaped like the models that you see in books or pictures. And to those people I say, "Boy, are you mistaken". I have enjoyed the average woman and have made it a point to make sure that my stories include only those types of women and men. The average man or woman that reads my stories isn't your super model type. They are the men and women that wear glasses, have braces, are over or under weight, short with a lot of substance, or tall and thin, black or white. (And your being thin with perky titties would turn me on not turn me off! So there!) Some of them have skin that is smooth as a baby's ass. Others have skin hardened by years of outside weathering. But all in all, they are your normal everyday human beings. I was always told that when you go looking into things, you many times find what you least expect. You sheltered Cynthia because you wanted to keep her from harm. You saw her shyness and over abundance, as handicaps to her enjoyment of life. And feeling a bit uncertain of herself, she became the woman in the stories I write. Well Samantha, I am very happy that Cynthia has found the outlet she needs. And maybe it will help her to establish a friendship with someone that will appreciate all the sexual joy she has to offer. I know that if I met a woman with the sexual appetite that you say she expresses in her comments, I would really enjoy her. But you wrote to me and I will address the rest of the letter to you. I know that many of the things that you read are sexually stimulating and exciting to you. You had a husband that enjoyed you for you. But we live in a time now when sex is not just for making babies. It is for the sheer enjoyment of pleasing your partner. No! Being thin would not turn me off. In fact, I would think that your small tits would feel very good in my mouth. Are your nipples sensitive? Yes, Samantha, I would have watched you as you lay on the bed. I would have enjoyed seeing you slowly turn yourself on. Then as you slowly excited yourself even more, I would have talked to you. If I were there in Cynthia's house with you, I would go to the frig. I know that she must keep all the right veggies and fruits to make pleasure more enjoyable. Would it feel sexy if I slowly worked a nicely shaped zucchini up into you? Sucking your nipples tenderly as I did it? Would you open wide for me Samantha? I can tell you that once I got you very wet, I would slowly remove the zucchini and let my tongue and lips enjoy your juices. Has a man that truly loves to be oral ever brought you to orgasm? I don't mean one that just licks you! I mean, a man that is really into making love to your pussy with his tongue? You said that your hands shook from reading my stories. That they grabbed you and made you want to continue to read them! Well Samantha, I write my stories in a way that lets my readers know that I am sharing my secrets with them. I am telling them about the adventure, the passion, the lust and yes, even the plain, raw, "sex for sex sake" fun of it all! I want them to put themselves into the story. I want them to think of what it will feel like if it happens to them. And I think that is what happened to you. Even if you don't want to admit it! Be honest with me Samantha! How good did it feel, when you came watching yourself in the mirror? I bet that if you go back and re-read the comments that Cynthia wrote, you will see that is just what she wrote about. How it felt when she imagined it happening to her that way. I hope you do read more of my stories and I hope to hear from you again, soon. Spanker Sam One day passed and I didn't receive a word from my inquisitive mother. Then I opened my email and found three messages from her. I read each one slowly. And with each one, I could see that her sexuality had not only blossomed, it had in some ways exploded. Hello Sammie: I hope you don't mind my formality. I read your letter and have to tell you that at first I got mad as hell! Then I reread it while sipping on a drink. Why does alcohol make things seem different? Anyway! I did as you suggested and reread Cynthia's comments. Damn! I guess I read only what I wanted to. She was a lot more explicit about what she thought and felt than I read into. You're right. She did imagine a man doing those things to her. And that man believe it or not, was you. She wanted it to be an older man like you. One, who would appreciate the fact that she isn't all that experienced in sex. She wanted it to be you directing her as she played with her pussy. And it was you that introduced her to the joys of fruits and vegetables. How do you make things that I have always thought of as gross or nasty seem so sexual? I read more of your stories. I know! I said I wouldn't! But after your letter I couldn't help it. I read "She Pees!" I never thought, that the simple act of taking a piss could be in any way sexual. But I have to admit; I have since changed my mind. Can I tell you a secret? I even slowly fingered my pussy when I took piss! I came so hard, I think I shouted! (Big grin!) And the comments that Cynthia wrote after that story had me so red, I had to close the screen and catch my breath. I am pasting a copy of her exact words so that you will see what you have done to her. I feel like I am starting to share a lover with my own daughter. Does that make me a slut like the women in your stories? "I am sitting in the chair in my kitchen. Sam caught me reading the story about a woman pissing. He told me that he would show me what she loved about it. Sam has been slowly fucking my mouth with his hard black dick. Sometimes he makes me gag, by pushing it deep in my throat. But he only laughs as he pulls it back. He has been calling me names like in his stories and I only get hotter as he does. I am looking up at him as his long dick slowly works in and out of my mouth. I love the taste and feel of it sliding over my lips. His hands are rubbing and massaging my big tits. He is calling me his sweet, juicy, fat slut. And somehow, him calling me fat doesn't make me feel bad at all. He makes me close my eyes. Sam told me that if I didn't drink all of him, he would never touch me again. I couldn't stand that, so I will make him proud of me. Suddenly, I feel it begin to slowly dribble into my mouth. My whole body is shaking but he told me not to cum. It is bitter and hot. But suddenly, it is the most exciting thing that anyone has ever done to me. I can hardly keep myself from cumming. Will he drink me like in the story? I hope so. Suddenly he stops and pulls out. I feel it burning as it splashes over my tits and down to my hairy pussy. Oh shit! I'm gonna cum from having this delicious man piss on me. And I want it! Oh how I need it! Sam told me to scoot my big fat black ass to the edge of the chair. He's on his knees before me. I never knew a man could enjoy licking a pussy so much. But he never stops. He looks up at me and asks me to please him with my nectar. I laugh, cause I never heard of piss being called anything but piss! But I would do anything to please this man. He has given me pleasures like I never experienced before. He pushes my fat thighs open wide, and fastens his mouth to my hairy slit. I can feel his tongue slowly fucking my hole. How can I pee when he makes me feel like I need to cum so hard? But then he begins to suck my clit. I cry out in pleasure and pain. But the way he is jerking it back and forth as he sucks, makes me want to let go. Suddenly I feel it explode from me. I grab his head to hold him there, but he slaps my hands away. He grabs my nipples and pulls them hard, making me cry out. And I piss all the harder. He's drinking me! I can feel him sucking it from my pulsing pussy. Then I feel my pussy explode in the wildest, most intense climax I have ever had. And Sam is right there at my pussy. Drinking like a man gone wild! I cum again and even more piss shoots from my pussy. Then I collapse into the chair. When I open my eyes, Sam is gone. But the floor is covered with a spreading puddle. How I need that to happen to me. I would give anything to have Sam do that to me. But he wouldn't want a fat ugly bitch like me. I clean up my piss and go to bed. Another night of humping my vibrator and dildo, wishing for a man like him." Sammie! I cried reading the anguish of my daughter's loneliness. I wish that I could find a man to give her that kind of pleasure. Hey! Want to rent yourself out? I pay well! And there is nothing I wouldn't do to give my baby some pleasure in her life. I guess you know that it was her words and descriptions that sent me into the bathroom to experiment. And Damn! I think I scared myself! I had to clean up the bathroom floor. It shot all over the place when I stood up to give you better room. I know! I'm starting to sound like Cynthia. I see that you write a lot of incest stories. I am not into that, but I will read one to see how you treat the family in it. Hell! It seems like you're already fucking Cynthia and me in our minds anyway. Samantha This time I had to stop and jerk off as I read her letter. Did my stories have that much of an effect on every reader? I know that I have gotten many responses and a lot of offers because of them. But to hear Cynthia talk about it, she would be willing to pay me to give her the kind of pleasures that I would willingly give for free. And Samantha is getting more turned on by what she reads. But I think that she is also secretly getting off, on knowing what her daughter is doing to herself. Could I give her a push towards helping Cynthia to fulfill some of her dark desires? I can only hope, as I wait to hear from her again. A Mother's Curiosity Ch. 02 This is the continuing story of my email conversations with one of my readers. If you have not read the first part, I would suggest that you do. I enjoy the feedback that I receive from readers. Both good and bad! But I ask that if you do send a comment, please, don't just send one saying that you want to read about the mother and daughter fucking. If you have read some of my stories, you already know that I don't just jump into the ordinary fuck scenes. I like for my characters to have character. I like for the scene to have depth and allow it to build up for my readers. For me personally, this gives the reader the feeling of sharing my pleasures. I want to take this time to thank all of you who have sent in comments on my stories. It is your encouragement both good and bad that keeps us writing and improving. Even if they were bad comments, you still took the time to read the story. You may not agree with everything that I write. And I don't expect you to judge me on the content. After all, these are just stories. And if the content offends you, you are free to hit the exit button. Spanker Sam * One day passed and I didn't receive a word from my inquisitive mother. Then I opened my email and found three messages from her. I read each one slowly. And with each one, I could see that her sexuality had not only blossomed, it had in some ways exploded. Hello Sammie: I hope you don't mind my formality. I read your letter and have to tell you that at first I got mad as hell! Then I reread it while sipping on a drink. Why does alcohol make things seem different? Anyway! I did as you suggested and reread Cynthia's comments. Damn! I guess I read only what I wanted to. She was a lot more explicit about what she thought and felt than I read into. You're right. She did imagine a man doing those things to her. And that man believe it or not, was you. She wanted it to be an older man like you. One, who would appreciate the fact that she isn't all that experienced in sex. She wanted it to be you directing her as she played with her pussy. And it was you that introduced her to the joys of fruits and vegetables. How do you make things that I have always thought of as gross or nasty seem so sexual? I am going to read more of your stories. I know! I said I wouldn't! But after your letter I couldn't help it. Samantha Hello Sammie: I read "She Pees!" I never thought, that the simple act of taking a piss could be in any way sexual. But I have to admit; I have since changed my mind. Can I tell you a secret? I even slowly fingered my pussy when I took piss! I came so hard! I think I shouted! (Big grin!) And the comments that Cynthia wrote after that story had me so red, I had to close the screen and catch my breath. I am pasting a copy of her exact words so that you will see what you have done to her. I feel like I am starting to share a lover with my own daughter. Does that make me a slut like the women in your stories? "I am sitting in the chair in my kitchen. Sam caught me reading the story about a woman pissing. He told me that he would show me what she loved about it. Sam has been slowly fucking my mouth with his hard black dick. Sometimes he makes me gag, by pushing it deep in my throat. But he only laughs as he pulls it back. He has been calling me names like in his stories and I only get hotter as he does. I am looking up at him as his long dick slowly works in and out of my mouth. I love the taste and feel of it sliding over my lips. His hands are rubbing and massaging my big tits. He is calling me his sweet, juicy, fat slut. And somehow, him calling me fat doesn't make me feel bad at all. He makes me close my eyes. Sam told me that if I didn't drink all of him, he would never touch me again. I couldn't stand that, so I will make him proud of me. Suddenly, I feel it begin to slowly dribble into my mouth. My whole body is shaking but he told me not to cum. It is bitter and hot. But suddenly, it is the most exciting thing that anyone has ever done to me. I can hardly keep myself from Cumming. Will he drink me like in the story? I hope so. Suddenly he stops and pulls out. I feel it burning as it splashes over my tits and down to my hairy pussy. Oh shit! I'm gonna cum from having this delicious man piss on me. And I want it! Oh how I need it! Sam told me to scoot my big fat black ass to the edge of the chair. He's on his knees before me. I never knew a man could enjoy licking a pussy so much. But he never stops. He looks up at me and asks me to please him with my nectar. I laugh, cause I never heard of anyone's piss being called anything but piss! But I would do anything to please this man. He has given me pleasures like I never experienced before. He pushes my fat thighs open wide and fasten his mouth to my hairy slit. I can feel his tongue slowly fucking my hole. How can I pee when he makes me feel like I need to cum so hard? But then he begins to suck my clit. I cry out in pleasure and pain. But the way he is jerking it back and forth as he sucks, makes me want to let go. Suddenly I feel it explode from me. I grab his head to hold him there, but he slaps my hands away. He grabs my nipples and pulls them hard, making me cry out. And I piss all the harder. He's drinking me! I can feel him sucking it from my pulsing pussy. Then I feel my pussy explode in the wildest, most intense climax I have ever had. And Sam is right there at my pussy. Drinking like a man gone wild! I cum again and even more piss shoots from my pussy. Then I collapse into the chair. When I open my eyes, Sam is gone. But the floor is covered with a spreading puddle. How I need that to happen to me. I would give anything to have Sam do that to me. But he wouldn't want a fat ugly bitch like me. I clean up my piss and go to bed. Another night of humping my vibrator and dildo, wishing for a man like him." Sammie! I cried reading the anguish of my daughter's loneliness. I wish that I could find a man to give her that kind of pleasure. Hey! Want to rent yourself out? I pay well! And there is nothing I wouldn't do to give my baby some pleasure in her life. I guess you know that it was her words and descriptions that sent me into the bathroom to experiment. And Damn! I think I scared myself! I had to clean up the bathroom floor. It shot all over the place when I stood up to give you better room. I know! I'm starting to sound like Cynthia. Samantha Hello Sam. I see that you write a lot of incest stories. I am not into that, but I will read one to see how you treat the family in it. Hell! It seems like you're already fucking Cynthia and me in our minds anyway. Samantha This time I had to stop and jerk off as I read her letter. Did my stories have that much of an effect on every reader? I know that I have gotten many responses and a lot of offers because of them. But to hear Samantha talk about it, she would be willing to pay me to give her daughter the kind of pleasures that I would willingly give for free. And Samantha is getting more turned on by what she reads. But I think that she is also secretly getting off, on knowing what her daughter is doing to herself. Could I give her a push towards helping Cynthia to fulfill some of her dark desires? I can only wait to hear from her again. A Mother's Curiosity Ch. 03 It was a few hours later that I opened my mail. My dick was already hard as soon as I saw her name. But her words stopped me in my mental thoughts. In big bold letters that spanned across the page were the words, "PLEASE HELP ME! SAM! I FEEL SO DIRTY! I CAN'T STOP CRYING! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Those were the only words on the page. And it almost seemed like they pulsed as I read them. I jumped at my keyboard and wrote a short message. I gave Samantha my home number and told her how to dial without her number showing up on my caller ID. I told her that I wouldn't move until she called me. A few minutes later the phone rang. "Hello? Sam is that you?" I could hear the sobbing in her voice. "Samantha? Tell me what happened? Please Samantha! Tell me what has upset you?" I could hear her soft sobbing in the background. "Oh Sam! I feel so dirty!" Her voice sounded frantic. "Samantha!" I shouted her name over the phone to get her to shut up. "Shut the fuck up and listen to me! I can't help you if I can't understand you! Now, take a deep breath." I could hear her pull in a lung full of air. "Let it out slowly." I heard her blowing the air from her lungs in one long breath. "Now listen to me and only answer yes or no. Do you understand?" I heard her half sob, then a soft whisper. "Yes." Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. I did! And then I sat back in my chair. I hadn't noticed that I was sitting on the edge of it. "Do you have a drink in your hands?" "No." "Well, go and pour yourself a weak one, then come back to the phone." While she did as I told her to, I poured my own drink. I could hear her walking around, so she must have had one of those portable phones. "Ok Sam! I have a drink in my hand." Already she sounded a bit calmer. "Go and sit in a nice comfortable chair. A recliner if you have one there." "Yes! We have one. Ok!" I took a big gulp from my glass. "Take a sip of your drink. Set it down on the nearest table then sit back in the chair. Tell me when your ready." A few seconds later, I heard a soft sigh. "Thanks Sammie! Can I tell you what happened now?" I sipped my drink. "First things first! Hello Samantha! My name is Sam and I'm glad to meet you." Samantha didn't say anything at first. Then she burst into laughter. "Hello Sam! Good to meet you too! And I must say, you write some very powerful stories. I read your incest story about the mother and daughter with the intruder. I think the name of the story was "Turning My Daughter". I must say, you have a very bad imagination." I laughed. "Does bad mean good and sexually wicked." I liked her voice already. Her soft laughter caused my dick to start waking up. "Ok Samantha, so you read my story. Then what happened?" Suddenly her voice grew a bit softer. "I didn't think that I would like it. I have always hated the idea of a parent or relative abusing some young child. But this wasn't about a young child. This story was about two grown women. The more I read, the more uncomfortable I became. I started to sympathize with the mother about her feelings for her daughter. Then I started to see Cynthia as the daughter in the story and me as the mother." I slowly unzipped my pants and took my now hard dick out. I was stroking it slowly. "Sam? Are you still there?" I sighed. Damn but her voice sounded sweet. "Yes Samantha, I'm still here. Don't worry. I wouldn't leave you in the state you're in." "Sam? Am I becoming like the sluts in your stories? Only interested in satisfying my lust? I don't want to become like that." I laughed. "Oh Samantha! You could never become a slut. It's natural for a woman that has denied her sexuality for as long as you have, to become aroused reading erotica. And no, it's not all that strange for you to even feel the things that you are feeling for Cynthia." I stopped talking long enough to take a sip from my drink. "But Sam, you don't know what Cynthia wrote at the end of that story. That's why I feel so ashamed." I took my finger and rubbed the drop of pre-cum that had formed at the tip of my dick all over the head. Then I licked my finger clean. "Before I ask you what she wrote, I will tell you a few things. The first love of any young girl is her father. And for a young boy it's his mom. They grow up wanting their lover to be as good and kind as their parents are. And as they grow up, they will sometimes enter into an incestuous relationship with family members to satisfy their dreams and fantasies. And as long as both members are adults and it is consenual, that's their business and no body else's! In your case, you are only feeling for Cynthia what she probably feels for you. What did Cynthia write at the end of this story?" I had gotten more excited hearing what Cynthia had written after she read the story then the stories themselves. So I waited eagerly for her next words. I heard Samantha sob. Then she sniffed back her tears. "I have to make a confession Sam. You see, when my husband got sick, he couldn't enjoy sex anymore. He would kiss me and finger me but that wasn't enough. He was confined to his bed a lot. Well, I found someone to satisfy my needs. It wasn't love or anything like that. I would go over his house, get into bed, he would fuck me then I would go home to my bedridden husband. I didn't even think about his needs. Nor, if he even thought about sex! Well evidently Cynthia found a way to make him happy." Her words stopped me in mid stroke. "What? What did you say?" Samantha didn't reply right away. "No Sam! I don't mean that they actually fucked or anything. But what they did was almost like fucking. You see, he couldn't get up out of bed most of the time. So we had to wash him like they do in the hospital. Well, I found out that sometimes while I was out satisfying my itch, Cynthia found a way to satisfy her father's needs. But I need to tell you what she wrote after reading your story. She wrote that she wished that it had been her and I in the story. Like the girl in the story, she would have encouraged me to make love to her. And she would have eagerly made love to me. Sam! She wrote that she actually fucked herself while calling out my name. And while I read her words, I could see the two of us in the story. I will have to make sure that I steal one of her many dildos. I have been using it constantly. I am becoming like the sluts in your stories!" As I listened to her words, I slowly stroked my hard dick. My pre-cum oozed over my fingers and I wished that Samantha had been kneeling before me. I didn't say anything for a few seconds. But I know that Samantha had heard my slightly labored breathing over the phone. I heard her soft giggle. "Sam! Are you playing with yourself?" I laughed. Samantha! I'm glad that we don't have phones that let you see what the other person is doing while you talk to them. Otherwise, I would be slightly embarrassed right now." Samantha laughed also. "Well, I think that we would both be slightly embarrassed. I feel very naughty talking to you dressed in just an open bathrobe." I sighed. "And I bet that those sweet perky tits are hard too?" Samantha grew quiet. "Sam! Am I a bad person?" It was the way she said it that caught my attention. "Why do you ask that?" I could hear the ice clink in her glass as she took a sip from it. Then she took a deep breath. "While I was going to my friend to get screwed; taking care of my own needs; I was leaving Cynthia to care for her dad. It seems that she cared for him all right! Cynthia was relieving her dad of his stress and frustrations! I read her story and instead of being horrified by it I got so turned on that I had to make myself cum. It was only after that the guilt hit me so hard I wanted to die." I could hear her voice starting to crack with emotion again. "Samantha? Would you feel better if you told me about it? I promise that I will give you my honest opinion afterwards. If I think that it is wrong, then I will tell you." Samantha gave a soft sigh. "Sam! We all knew that he was dying. That it was just a matter of time. But Cynthia and I wanted to make him as comfortable as we could. She came back home and would take most of her time when not in college to care for him. That left me with time to relax and care for other things. Well as much as I thought I had kept my infidelity a secret, both of them knew. It seems that one-day, when they were talking; the talk ended up with her getting mad cause I was out. Her dad told her that he didn't mind. That I needed some satisfaction, and he sure couldn't give it to me! Cynthia told him that it wasn't fair. She said that I should sacrifice my pleasures to take care of him. She told him that if she were his wife, she would be home doing everything to make him happy. I won't bore you with minor details but the talk got around to her sexuality. She confessed to him that she didn't have that much sexual experience. That the boys she knew didn't go in for fucking the fat girls. But that she wasn't a virgin. She confessed that she had lost her virginity to a boy after he got her slightly drunk. But he didn't just get her drunk and fuck her; he made her do it with another guy at the same time. Her dad let her tell him all about it and it seemed to make him hot and horny. Well Cynthia saw the tent in the sheet and started to slowly rub it. When he tried to make her stop, she just told him that she was making him comfortable. That he needed some satisfaction too. Oh Sam! She wrote in great detail how she ended up sucking her father's hard dick until he came in her mouth. And how he fingered her pussy while she did it! And they did it, up until the time when he was too weak to get it up any more. I had neglected him out of my own selfishness, and my daughter did what I was too selfish to do. They kept this relationship up for months and I never even suspected anything." I couldn't help it. I sat in my chair, my hand slowly pumping my dick. The pre-cum kept oozing from the tip and I had to stop at times to lick my fingers clean. "Samantha! I want you to listen to me very carefully. Being a caregiver for someone you love is very hard. And it puts a strain on you that you sometimes don't even realize. You knew that there was very little that you could do for your husband. And in your anguish, you sought pleasure where you could find it. But that does not make you a bad person. Cynthia was angry! But that is just a child's way of showing her concern and fear. It must have been very hard on her to see her dad dying before her eyes every day. So when she found a way to give him something that was special to just the two of them, she did it. She is not bad either! Nor did your husband take advantage of a helpless young child. All of you were adults at the time this happened. If anything, I admire your husband for being the strong man to love you enough to want you to be satisfied. I deeply admire Cynthia for loving her dad enough to give herself to him! And I can hear all the love and guilt you feel for him in your voice. No! If anything I envy all of you! I think that you and Cynthia should sit and have a nice long talk. Bring everything out in the open. Let her know how much you love her and that she still has a best friend that she can come to and just have some girl-talk with! But don't be ashamed or afraid to let her know your feelings also. If you are honest with her, she will be honest with you. And since I know that you now have my phone number, I will be here if either of you need me to talk to." The phone was quiet for some time. "Samantha? Are you still there? Or did you fall asleep?" I heard her soft laughter. "No Sam. I'm still here. You're a very nice man, do you know that?" I started laughing and ended up choking. "Samantha! I'm sitting in my den, my bathrobe open, stroking my hard dick as I talk to you. I am a lot of things. Nice, is not that high up on my personality scale." I heard her soft breathing then a short gasp from her. My voice dropped to a lower, softer level. "Samantha! Are you stroking yourself too?" Her voice was very soft as she answered. "I was just thinking about you sitting they're playing with yourself. My hand just dropped to my lap and I brushed it across my pussy. I am so wet. Do you do this to many women? Have phone sex with them?" I thought about whether I should answer truthfully or lie to her. "I won't lie to you Samantha. I do occasionally enjoy having phone sex with some of the women that read my stories. Would you do me a favor?" I heard her soft sigh. I could only imagine her sitting in a chair, her thin legs wide and her fingers stroking her pussy. "What favor?" I took a deep breath. How would she answer my request? "Would you let me make love to you right now?" I heard her gasp. "Sam! I'm not a very pretty woman. I'm skinny and I don't have big tits for you to suck on. You wouldn't want to fuck me." I laughed. "No Samantha! You're just the type of woman I would really enjoy fucking. And I want to fuck you right now. Would you go and get your dildo and follow my instructions? I will tell you exactly how I will fuck you." She hesitated for a few heartbeats. Then she said in a whisper, "Ok". My dick grew even harder. "Go and get a big fluffy towel and your dildo. Then lay back on your bed with the phone." I heard her walking around, and doors opening and closing. Then the rustle of bed sheets could be heard. "Now what?" "Place the towel beneath you, so that you won't drench your bed. Open your thighs wide and bend your knees. Do you see me looking down at you?" Samantha's breathing was getting more ragged. "OK! I'm ready!" Samantha gave a nervous giggle. "I feel so naughty." I laughed with her. "Describe to me exactly how it would look to me." "I am laying on my bed. I'm naked. My legs are open and my knees are bent. I can already feel the hair on my pussy getting wet. My lips are swollen and I can feel my pussy pulsing. I want to touch it for you. Can I touch it Sam?" I gave her a few moments of silence. Then I heard her soft low moan. "I'm standing at the foot of your bed. Close your eyes so you can see me. I'm slowly stroking my hard black dick. The pre-cum is dripping off the tip." Samantha gave a soft moan. "Owww Sam! I want to suck it! Will you let me suck it?" "Sshhhh! Cradle the phone so that both hands are free. Now slowly stroke your titties. I want you to feel how hard they have become." I closed my eyes and could see her hands slowly working over her tits. "Yes! They are so hard and sensitive." "Now tweak your nipples. You know what to do." I listened to her soft moans. "Harder, Samantha! Like I would do it." She gasped. "That's it! Pull the nipples. Slowly twist them between your fingers." "Oh Sam! That feels so good!" "Now slide your hands down over your stomach. If I were there, it would be my tongue sliding over you. Place them on your pussy lips and open up slowly. Spread them open wide." I heard her gasps for breath. "I'm so wet! I never used to get this wet before!" I was beginning to breathe just as hard as she was breathing. "Do you see how much pre-cum is dripping from my dick? I'm tasting it for you Samantha! Do you see how I'm sucking my fingers clean? I want you to taste yourself for me too. Do it Samantha." I heard the rustle of material, then the soft sucking sound. I heard her soft moaning. "That's it! Suck all that sweet juice from your fingers. It taste good! Doesn't it Samantha? Would you like more?" I felt my dick twitch, as she answered me. "Oh yes Sam! Can I please have more?" I didn't answer her at first. I was busy stroking my dick. "Use two fingers this time Samantha. Scoop up all that sweet crème. Tell me how much it is?" Samantha moaned. "Oh Sam! I can't believe how much cum there is." I heard her moaning, then her sucking sounds. "Oh Sam! My pussy is throbbing so. I know that if I stroke my clit, I will cum so hard!" I was also on the verge of cumming. But I had to make it last for both of us. "Ok Samantha. Now I want you to pick up the dildo. But I don't want you to put it in your pussy just yet. I want you to just tease your pussy with it. This is the way I would make love to you. Just take the head and rub it up and down your slit." I listened as I heard Samantha moaning. "Oh yea Sam! Your dick feels so hard. I can feel it pushing between my pussy lips. Oh fuck! The lips are so swollen. Fuck me Sam! Shove that hard black dick up my cunt and fuck me hard. Fuck me like you fuck the girls in the stories." I laugh. "Not yet Samantha. I want you to slowly push just the head in. Then slide it completely out. I told you that you're gonna do it just like I would. Don't let any more than just the head slide in and out of that juicy pussy." I heard her moan in between breaths. "Oh god! This feels so fuckin' good! Each time I push it in, my whole body trembles. And when I pull it out, I can feel my juice running down the crack of my ass." I listen to Samantha as she slowly works the dildo in and out of her pussy. "Sam? Am I starting to sound like one of the women in your story? Am I saying the things that excite you? Is this how you like the women you fuck to talk to you while you're fucking them? Am I turning into one of your story sluts?" I laugh. "Samantha. The things you say while in the throes of lust are not you. From the way that you write, I can tell that you are a very classy woman. It sounds like you are letting yourself go for the first time in a very long time. Don't worry about if I will respect you later. I will not let the things that you say or do for pleasure change the great respect that I have for you already. I want you to enjoy this. I want you to enjoy me." I have her tease her pussy like that a bit longer. Then I tell her that she can take a little more in her pussy. While she is slowly fucking herself, I tell her how hot and sexy she looks. I remind her that she is not doing this to satisfy herself; she is doing it because I want her to. I ask Samantha if she wants to cum for me? "Do you want to cum for me Samantha? Can you see how hard you have made my dick while I watch you? Look at how much pre-cum is oozing from the tip. Watch me as I rub it on my fingers then slowly suck them clean. Now, as you watch me, slowly push the whole length up into your pussy. You're almost ready to cum for me, aren't you Samantha?" I could hear her moans and whimpers as she slowly worked the dildo. Then She gasped. I imagined her slowly pushing the entire length up her cunt. I was stroking my own throbbing dick hard and fast. My pre-cum giving me enough slickness to allow my hand to fly up an down. "Sam! Oh fuck! Sam! Yes! I want to cum for you! I'm gonna cum! Make me cum for you Sammie! Talk dirty to me like you do in the stories." I closed my eyes tight. I could almost feel her close to me. "That's it Samantha! Take that dick all the way up your juicy cunt. You want this! You want everything that you have read about. You want to feel me sucking your hot pussy! You want the same nasty sex that your daughter wants. Say it Samantha! Tell me you want it!" I could hear her grunting with each thrust. I could only imagine how hard she must have been fucking her pussy. "You need this Samantha. Just like Cynthia needs it. You're starting to get hot thinking about her too! Imagine what she looked like as she sat in her kitchen. Imagine you were there at the door watching her." "Oh Sam! Please! Can I cum now?" "Only if you tell me the truth Samantha. Have you been thinking about your daughter? Does the idea of knowing how she pleases herself excite you? Would you like it if the two of you pleased each other like in my stories?" A Mother's Curiosity Ch. 03 "Yes!" Samantha almost screamed out her answer. "Yes I think about her. I think about the things that she likes and what I would do to her. I think about watching you fuck her and her watching you fuck me too. Sam you bastard! I'm Cumming! Oh fuck! I'm Cumming! I'm Cumming! I'm Cumming! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Ahhh! Ahhh!" That was all it took. I felt my balls explode. I looked down at spurt after spurt pumped out of the tip of my dick. Damn, I wished that I had her before me. The thought of Samantha slowly sucking my hard dick until I filled her mouth with my hot crème was maddening. I had to see if I could take this to an even higher level. "Samantha! I think that we both need to go and take a cool shower. If you want to continue talking, why don't you call me after you have had a chance to clean up? I have my own mess to clean up. And I could use a stiff drink!" I heard her soft laughter. "Ok Sammie! I'll call you back in a few. And Sammie, thanks for being such a sweet person. Now I know why my daughter likes you so much." The soft click of her phone let me know that things had not ended yet. A Mother's Curiosity Ch. 04 I cleaned up my mess. I had cum so hard that it splashed my stomach and had even shot out onto the rug. The hot water felt great as I took my shower. But my mind kept going back to the sounds and words that Samantha had uttered as she came. I was sipping my drink when the phone rang. "Sammie! I don't know whether to say that you are one incredible man, or that you are the most devious man I have ever known! You have a way about you of making a woman admit to things she should best keep secret." I laughed. "If you mean that I have a way of making you admit to yourself the things that you are afraid to say out loud, then I'm guilty as charged. But then, I didn't make you do anything that you didn't want or need to do. There is nothing wrong with the way you feel. Good! Bad! Indifferent! They are genuine emotions. And sometimes when we hold them in, we don't do anything but hurt ourselves. Let me ask you a question? Do you feel better now that you have said things in the open to someone? I don't mean just about your feelings, but also understanding the feelings that your daughter has?" The phone went quiet for a few moments. Then I heard her sigh. "What am I suppose to say? That the idea of my daughter carrying on a fantasy relationship with some erotic writer turns me on? That knowing about what took place between her and her father excites me? That the thoughts I am now having about making love to her has me all wet?" I let her stay quiet before I spoke. "No Samantha! You don't have to say any of those things. First off, your daughter is reacting to stimulation that she is not getting from a normal relationship. You yourself told me that she is someone that stays to herself and does not seek out men to give her pleasure. Whether it is because of her size or her lack of confidence in her own womanhood is irrelevant. Second. What took place between her and her dad is just that. An act of love, that the two of them shared together. It was not meant to be shared with you. And had you not read about it, you would have never known that it ever happened. I'm sure that in her own way, Cynthia does not see it as something dirty or perverted. And I'm sure that in some way, it gave them both a closeness and pleasure that they both desperately needed. Third! You are feeling things for Cynthia that you never felt for any other woman before. But it is not because she is just a woman. She is your daughter and one that you love very much. The thought of sharing pleasure and joy with her; the idea that she may be thinking about wanting to share those things with you is not wrong or dirty. You are both adults and understand what it would mean if you did let things go. I admire her, for the courage to admit that she thinks that way. In some ways, I think that your daughter is more mature in her thoughts about sexuality than you are. You have neglected yourself and the needs of your body. Even when you felt them become overwhelming, you pushed them down and hid them from yourself. And it has left you feeling frustrated and unfulfilled. Cynthia has found an outlet. She reads erotic stories and then she will indulge in fantasies that make them real to her. But she does not let them control her life. They are an outlet for her desires and needs, nothing more. I'm sure that if she were to find a man that would want to do the things to her that she reads about, she would jump at the chance to do them." I let those thoughts sink in without saying anything. Then I heard her soft laughter. I was a bit surprised because it seemed to be way off the conversation we were having. "Do you really make love so intensely in private? I mean you didn't talk dirty or call me names or anything like that. I did feel that I would do whatever you told me to do. But I kind of expected you to call me names and use vulgar language while you were telling me how to fuck myself." I had to laugh. And I did, out loud. "Was that what you expected? I think that you see me as some dirty old man that sits around his house in an old dirty t-shirt, pulling his dick while he types dirty words in his computer. A man, that drinks and chain-smokes in between giving himself orgasms." Samantha's soft laughter made me smile. "Well, I don't see you as that bad! But I do wonder what you look like Sammie. Are you a dirty old man that sits around in a dirty t-shirt? Do you drink and chain smoke while pulling your dick?" She began to laugh at the scene her words created. Then she grew quiet. "So what do I do about my feelings for Cynthia? I sure can't just go up to her and say, "I've been reading your journal and I want to fuck you". This time it was my turn to laugh. "Samantha if you said that to me, I would run screaming to get away from you. No! The first thing you need to do is start talking to her. Let her know that you have read her journal. But that it's ok for her to feel the way she does. I'm sure that she will be angry that you have pried into her private things, but if the two of you are as close as you have led me to believe, she will get over it. Tell her that after reading it you went online and found my stories. Let her know that she is not the only one that felt that way after reading them. You can make a joke of it and tell her that you even felt a lot of the same things that she did. If you want, show her what you wrote to me. Tell her about the conversation we had. I'm sure that she may even become jealous that you talked to me in person and she hasn't. But also let her know that if she wants to, she is welcome to call me and talk to me too." Samantha was quiet. Then is a very soft voice she asked the question I knew she wanted to ask. "And what do I say when she asks about the part about her dad?" I let the silence hang in the air for a few moments. Then I took a deep breath. "Be honest with her. Let her know that it was just as hard for you to watch him dying as it was for her. That it wasn't your selfishness that made you go and seek some release, but your need to be able to care for him without your frustrations getting in the way. Let her know that you love her. That what took place between her and her dad was probably one thing that helped ease his passing. Tell her that you understand. This is very important Samantha! Let her know that what she did is ok with you." She was quiet. I guess she was thinking about what I had said. Then she sighed. "And what about my feelings for her now? How do I tell my own daughter that I have sexual feelings for her? That I now see her as a sexual person?. One, I would love to enjoy some of her fantasies with. Do I just blurt it out or let her tell me what she is feeling?" I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I can't answer that one Samantha. You will have to let the conversation between the two of you dictate what you say or do. But if she is as astute as her writing indicates, I'm sure that it won't take long for the conversation to turn to what the two of you feel about each other." "She wrote about us you know! About the two of us making love to each other! It wasn't like your stories. It was more loving and sharing than sexual. But it was intense never the less. Would you like to hear it?" I took a sip from my glass. Should I have her tell me about Cynthia's private thoughts concerning the two of them? I was going to say no, but I felt that Samantha needed to express them to me. "If you wish to share then go ahead." I could hear the ice tinkling in her glass as she sipped from it. For some reason, this was the most comfortable I had felt her since we started talking. Then I heard her breathing into the phone. "She wrote this almost like one of your stories. I will read it just like she wrote it ok?" I took another sip. "Go ahead." We were both feeling a bit down. I knew that mom was having her thoughts about dad and my heart went out to her. She has been so lonely since he died. I sat and looked at her as she took another drink. She drinks more now. My mother doesn't look anything like me. I guess I took after daddy more than her. She is small with small tits and a small ass. Really rather beautiful! Unlike me, who is fat and ugly! I know that if I were a guy, I would be after her in a heartbeat. But she doesn't even seem to think about men. I wonder if she plays with herself. I know that after reading some of the stories about incest, I would play with her. I would slowly undress her and suck on her small tits. I've seen her naked and I know that she has a lot of hair on her cunt. Damn! I'm getting turned on looking at my mother. I bet Sam would love that! Mom starts to cry. I can see the tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. I pull her to me and cradle her in my arms. She seems so frail so helpless. My hand rubs her back as I pull her closer to me. I can feel her small tits pressed against my shoulder. I press her closer. I can feel heat between my thighs. Is this what Sam talked about when he described the feelings you get for a family member? My hand is stroking mom's cheek. I am telling her that I know she misses daddy, but she still has me and I will love her forever. I feel her hands circle me and she hugs me tight. I tell her that I know what she is going through; that I will make it better for her. She looks up at me and tells me that I don't know what it's been like for her. I whisper that I do. I lean in and kiss her cheek. My hand brushes her hair away and I kiss her neck. I feel mom tremble but then she stiffens. "Cynthia! Stop! You mustn't!" I shush her telling her that I know about her going off to get satisfied. That daddy knew about it and it was ok with him. This only makes her cry even more. I tell her that daddy felt bad that he couldn't do it himself. That there would be no one who would love you and keep you happy after he was gone. I promised myself that I would be that person for you. I tilted mom's face to mine. The stories that I had read have made me ready for her hesitation. But I knew that if I persisted I could wear her down. She needed this. And so did I! I missed daddy too. The time we spent together was so special. And if he were well, it would have been so much more intense. The thoughts that I had about daddy making real love to me gives me so much pleasure. I remember one of the things that daddy shared with me. I don't know why he told me. Maybe he knew that I would be feeling this way about mom soon. He told me that mom seemed to become extremely excited whenever someone sucked her nipples. She had confessed that this had always happened to her even before they had met and married. He told me that that was how he had first fucked her. She became so turned on that she didn't try to stop him and even encouraged him to fuck her. I kissed mom on her lips. She tried to pull away. I told her that she needed this. That this is what daddy would have wanted for her. She was sitting in a bathrobe and I knew that her nightgown had a deep neckline. I held her even as she struggled, telling me that this was wrong. I opened her robe and my mouth found her tit. Mom has really small tits, but the nipples grow hard as rocks. As my mouth closed over her nipple, mom began to really struggle. Then she cried out and seemed to sag on the couch. Mom whimpered, her voice saying over and over that this was wrong. But I could also feel her trembling. Suddenly, I felt her hand on the back of my head. But she wasn't grabbing my hair trying to pull me off her. She was pressing my head even harder into her tit. "Oh Cynthia", she moaned. "We can't do this. It's wrong! It's incest! Oh baby, please stop!" But I had come to far to stop. And I sucked even harder. My tongue lashed her nipple and I heard her moan. I moved my head to her other nipple. "No mom! This isn't incest it's love! I love you and want to make you feel better." My mouth closed over her nipple and I suckled her just like daddy described. Mom's breathing was ragged. I was getting so turned on. I was making love to my mother. Just like in one of the stories. And I was going to go all the way. My hand slid down her flat stomach and I pressed it into her legs. Mom had her legs closed but I kept sucking her nipple and pressing my hand between her thighs. With a groan, she let her legs open and my fingers began to stroke her. Mom was wet! I could feel it. I lifted my head up and looked at her. She had her head back and was breathing hard. I told her I loved her, as my lips touched hers. This time she didn't hesitate. It was like a dam had broke and she was free to let the passion go. She kissed me back frantically. I pushed my hand under her gown and found her panties wet. My fingers stroked her and she sighed. Mom stiffened when she felt my fingers touch her cunt. Damn! She was soaked. Mom has a big clit and it felt like a small dick to me. I trembled at the thought of it in my mouth. But I knew that I had to go slow. My fingers played with her slowly. Mom was moaning as I teased her cunt. I would stroke up and down her slit but I didn't push my finger in her. I wanted her to tell me she wanted it. I bent my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth just as my fingertip stroked her clit. Mom moaned out loud and lifted her ass off the couch. "Oh baby! Oh honey! It's been so long! Oh please?" I had her. I sucked her nipples harder, going from one to the other. "Please what mom?" "Please don't stop. It's wrong, but it feels so good. It's been so long." I slowly pushed my middle finger up into her. Mom moaned and pressed down on it. I began to slowly fuck her with my finger. I don't have long nails so I wasn't afraid of scratching her. "Will you let me? Will you let me love you mom? Will you let me give you the pleasure that no one else can give you? Please mom? Please say yes?" Mom was stroking my hair as she pressed me harder against her tit. "Yes baby! I want it! I need it! Oh it's been so long! I miss your dad's touch so much. And you seem to know exactly how to touch me. Just like he did!" I wanted to tell mom that I knew because daddy had told me. But then I would have to tell her that he told me as my mouth was going up and down on his hard dick. He told me that he couldn't get it up for her, but he was able to get it hard for me. I wish he had been stronger so that he could have fucked me with it. I know he wanted to. I was trying to ease mom down on the couch. I wanted her on her back with my head between her thighs. I knew what to do. Sam's stories had already prepared me. Mom hesitated and looked at me. "Cynthia! If we do this, there will be no going back. We can never go back to how we were. Are you sure?" I smiled at her as I eased her down. "I've never been surer of anything in my life. I want to love you mom. I want to show you how much I have always loved you." Mom sighed and lay back on the couch. I looked up at her face as my hands slowly pushed her nightgown up her legs. My hands trembled, as more and more of her soft thighs were exposed. My pussy is dripping in anticipation. Mom lifts her hips and I push her gown up past her small ass. I gently ease her panty down her legs and toss them to the floor. Her hair hides her cunt but I can already see that she is wet. And her lips are open enough for me to make out her hard clit. I bend my head and my mouth closes over her clit. Mom groans as my tongue begins to lash it. Then as I suck it into my mouth, she screams out her release. I thought I got wet when I came. Moms cum seemed to shoot right into my mouth, the same way daddy's cum would. And just as greedily, I sucked her till she stopped jerking her ass. I crawled up between mom's thighs. She was crying, but this time it wasn't tears of hurt or shame. She smiled and hugged me tight, peppering my face with kisses. Then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and practically sucked my tongue out. She pushed me roughly on my back. There was no hugging. She pushed my pajama pants down and attacked my cunt. Mom was going at me like a wild woman. I could hear her slurping as she sucked up the juice that was running from my cunt like a faucet. Then I felt her fingers enter me. Her hands were small and before I knew what was happening, she had her whole fist inside my juicy cunt. I can't remember ever screaming out an orgasm like I did when she made me cum. The only thing that would make this fantasy better is if it was real and Sam was waiting to fuck us both. I sat in my chair, my dick hard and dripping. The only word that would come from my mouth was a soft, "Damn!" I could hear Samantha's heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. I took a deep breath.