2 comments/ 90659 views/ 6 favorites Fine By: Bc2 Fine, that's how I felt. My husband and I finally on our long awaited vacation. Sitting at the bar in our very nice hotel I did miss the kids but I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Looking across the table at my husband enjoy the very good jazz playing and just having a very relaxed time! John was downing Long Island ice teas and I was keeping up with him. No worries about driving home or the kids! I wanted to get good and smashed! I haven't let myself so loose in years. This was a classy place which fit my mood perfectly! We were finishing up our 4th or was it 5th "tea" when the waitress came again. You guys ready? Sure, I nodded to John's smiling face. He was happy that I decided to get "high" with him. As he was flirting with the waitress I scanned the room. We had been here since about 7:30 and it was almost 10pm. The room had changed quite a bit since then. There were quite a few middle-aged couples like us, a few businessmen alone, an occasional bar floozy and a few younger people. I made an estimate of 50 customers in the large lounge with just a few stools left at the bar and hardly any tables or booth seats open. We were seated in a booth on the far wall from the bar with the excellent jazz band in the middle of the room so that almost every face in the room I could see was turned towards us. After the waitress left I felt very pretty when John leaned over to tell me I looked very sexy. A mother of 4 kids past 40 always appreciates that kind of compliment. I was carrying way to many spare pounds but had just the right dress on to accentuate my good qualities. It was a blue flowered print buttoning up the front. John would find out later that I was wearing garters with my off white stockings and very sexy pink panties under my light blue satin half-slip. I glanced down at my chest and saw the top of my new see through pink bra. No matter how drunk John got I knew he would at least want to perform at least once back in the room when I slowly unbuttoned my dress and he could see my nipples and then I would raise the slip to show him the garters and panties! I laughed to my self at the vivid picture I was getting of John standing at attention! (I hoped it was to be fully erected!) Definitely I was getting drunk! But I didn't care! Tonight I was going to let loose! Thinking these thoughts about what was to come later in the evening started getting me hot. The bands lead singer announced the next song and applause went though the crowd at wanting to here the old favorite. I caught the eye of a gentleman sitting with his wife across the small dance floor in front of the band. He was applauding along with everyone else but was looking directly at my legs. Just as I involuntarily shifted my legs back under the table he caught my eyes and smiled as he subtly made it appear as though he was applauding me! I turned to John who looked at me and stated how great the band was. I heartily agreed as I lifted my glass. John's eyes left my gaze and I stole another quick glance at my supposed audience of one and there was no doubt he was raising his glass to mine, which was at my lips. He was toasting me! I turned away to John who was intent on the band again. Looking back quickly the man was not looking anymore. How silly a few drink can make your imagination work! There were several interesting people in this bar. I was keeping tabs on several situations. I purposely made myself study the bartender and a waitress having a discussion of what I supposed was there working environment. Allowing my eyes to wander again I saw the couple whose male member had wandering eyes. He was turned to his wife talking to her. He looked to be taller then John but about the same age. As he laughed I admired his beautiful smile. He was quite handsome. Not the perfect build but quite enticing. He and his wife looked to be about our age. They seemed to be a pretty much copy of us but both of them a little taller. She had on a sleek white blouse with a black skirt. She had a very ample chest and looked to be in the same shape I was but a little more full figured as far as a few extra pounds. Her hair was in a cute and stylish perm. She wore sheer black hose. I wondered if they were pantyhose or she was wearing the same lower under garb as I. They really made a handsome couple. I felt again the feeling of my breasts swelling and the warmth between my legs building. I was getting horny looking around at the people in the bar and loving it! John was in for a time! I wondered if they were on a getaway like we were. John was rocking to the band as I continued my study. As I tilted my glass back the woman noticed me looking at her legs. I felt my eyes being held by hers as she actually discretely toasted me glancing down at my legs and back to my eyes! I smiled and slightly tilted my glass in probably unnoticeable acknowledgement before lowering it and quickly shifting my eyes to her husband then mine who were both watching the band perform the oldie. I felt the last tea sip do its work as I watched the band and went over in my mind what had just happened. Was she wondering what I was wearing? A sideways glance revealed it was safe to look again. Her blouse was definitely tight around her breasts, which even looked larger on this glance. She looked to be quickly downing some kind of fancy drink, looked like a margarita from here. In the next few songs of the set I quickly determined the couple were definitely "putting them away" not unlike us. I caught him glancing my way a few times but I ignored him, as I didn't want John to become suspicious. Suspicious of what! My mind raced and then became somewhat calm. So I am glancing at a guy. Big deal. John was to have me tonight! (Of course!) The lady was now looking and caught my eye again and smiled and I easily returned the warm smile this time. She was pretty and probably looking innocently around as I was. John was certainly enjoying himself keeping to the fast beat with his fingertips on the table as he surveyed the room. Watching his gaze cross my couple's table they both were turned to each other talking again. As John looked over his shoulder at the people supporting the bar I looked once again and was startled but definitely looked like a cool customer as they both toasted my stare with smiles. She seemed to just barely lick her lip as I involuntarily uncrossed my legs and slightly turned to the band and slowly crossed them again. I know they saw at least my garter in my brief display of immodesty. Once again the surge of animal lust seized me and I was quite surprise I did not feel the least bit embarrassed by it. Glancing back they had once again turned to the music and I was laughing to myself how silly the whole scene had been which I had obviously concocted in my stimulated imagination. But I was enjoying myself, kind of making myself horny as it were. John is to be one lucky man in a little while. Checking my watch it had got to be almost 11 and I marveled at how the time had flown. The whole last hour I spent just with a smile and a quick word to my hubby now and then and also had my "secret affair" with "my couple". How hilarious was the fantasy I was had concocted. Just the thought of this other couple flirting with me had definitely got my blood flowing and it certainly was making my tits swell! I was even amazed at that description of my breasts in my mind as I raised my arms up from my lap and felt the hard nipples briefly against my forearms before I reached over to John's hands and asked if he was having a good time. We both agreed that it was a great time. I told John I would be back in a minute as I went to find the restroom. As I crossed the hotel lobby and being quite proud of myself that I was sure that I showed no trace in my demeanor of the inebriation that I was suffering, the woman half of "my couple" (I was enjoying that nickname!) was striding in the same direction I was. She must have come from one of the other exits of the lounge. I reached the restroom door 5 feet ahead of her but turned and smiled and found myself holding the door for her. She sweetly smiled as she went in ahead of me. I could see that she was about my height but with higher heels. After both of us had finished in the stalls we were both adjusting our makeup and clothing when she told me though the mirror how great I looked. I liked this woman! I returned the compliment and soon we were chatting like old friends. They were returning from visiting their son at the university and were going to catch a flight tomorrow night 1/2 way across the country to their home. We both laughingly admitted to drinking too much and started giggling like schoolgirls. There was no mention in our five-minute conversation of our eye contact earlier. I remarked how pretty her jewelry was. She wore a large broach matching her earrings. I knew these would somehow look gaudy on me but they fitted her perfectly. Lightly touching the broach in admiration, I actually found myself wondering how her breasts looked unbounded by the close fitting blouse and the pretty lace peeking through. Casually turning away I began rearranging the contents of my purse on the vanity to put away my makeup kit when she saw my room key among the items I had out. She picked up the plastic credit card like thing and produced her own in her other hand. We learned that our suites were just 4 numbers from one another. How does a person identify which is which if you mix them up she said as she made me burst out laughing again by shuffling them! Luckily I knew John had one so I wasn't that worried when she held them like a deck of cards and told me to try my luck. I tugged on one and it slipped out of our hands to the floor. She knelt down to pick it up and I could see down her ample cleavage and was surprised to immediately feel the moistness between my legs again. I had just a few minutes ago briefly inspected my new sexy pink panties in the stall and noticed their dampness. Her bra was just barely covering half of her breasts and as she stayed knelt down as she rearranged her "deck " again with some difficulty in picking up the cards off the tile floor. I could just barely see part of her nipples. The brown half moon contrasted perfectly with the white skin and black lace. Just as I was admonishing myself for being "turned on" at the sight of another woman's breasts she stood and drew my "card" for me. She then told me that if we ended up with the wrong keys then we could just return them to each other later. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye and told me that she usually didn't drink like she did tonight but then said that a few stiff ones put her in the mood for stiff ones! I cracked up laughing! I wondered if she was as drunk as I was. She was probably looking forward to fucking that handsome husband of hers like I was mine! "Probably more!" I thought and immediately scolded myself for both the dirty thought and the slam to my own husband! Then she did the most astonishing thing. She suddenly but somehow gently, pulled me so close that I could feel her bosom pressed against mine and whispered in my ear that she was going to seduce her husband to screw her good tonight with his nine-inch long stiff one! She then kissed me lightly on the ear and slowly ground the crotch of her skirt against my hip as I felt my nipples feeling opposite hardness between layers of cloth simultaneously feeling her heat against my thigh. After holding me for just a moment this way, she then gently released me and started out the door turning to whisper that she would see me later with a giggle, wink and a smile. I just stared at the closing door in shock and turned to the mirror. As stunned as I was my first thought was that I was quite sexy looking tonight! I actually saw myself taking a deep breath as I crossed my arms over my chest. The event of a minute ago left me amazingly calm. Still confused I walked back across the lobby looking to see her but she must have made it back to the lounge already. What would John say when I told him this! My last thoughts leaving the restroom were "There's no fucking way I'm going to tell him!". I smiled as I didn't bother admonishing my last thought for its wording or content! I am having fun! John didn't seem to notice the extra time I was gone as I apologized for being so long. He had already gotten a couple of teas ahead of me. When I got the courage up to look for "my couple" they had gone. John was obviously in a state of "better leave now". I asked my honey if he was ready to leave and stopped his protest by whispering that I was very horny. That got him up and ready to leave. We paid the bill and I steadied him to the elevator. John immediately turned to me in the elevator and sloppily started kissing me. I found myself grinding into his growing manhood like I have never had it before. I reached down to unzip his pants when suddenly our short ride was over. The dinging of the elevator doors opening brought me back to reality as I led him to our room. As I slipped in my key card I just knew it wouldn't work and it didn't. John fumbled his out mumbling how these high tech things were for men! We both laughed stumbling into the room onto the bed. I felt a little guilty for not sharing my personal reason for laughing but John had only his own satisfaction on his mind and immediately unzipped his pants to let out his familiar but only half hard manhood with a sleazy drunken slur of profanity. I obligingly went down on him and started sucking his penis hard. He lay back just moaning. Somehow a legal pad John had left on the bedside table caught my eye as I not to enthusiastically sucked and licked my husband's slowly growing dick. The cloudiness of my mind somehow ascertained that it was 8 1/2 inches by 14 inches. That means the man of "my couples" cock was longer then that pad was wide! I felt my pussy getting soaked as I casually sucked on John's suddenly suspiciously inadequate manhood. Glancing up at John who had his eyes closed I reached to the pad and spread my pinky and thumb as far as possible and found I was still a little short of spanning the width of the paper. Readjusting my body to hide my investigation I then held John's dick by the base tightly, held my thumb there and was easily able to tap the top with my pinkie. Finding myself somewhat even more turned on by my discovery I began to suck in earnest. My husbands got cock hard to its apparent full short length until I could feel it begin to explode and jacked it off the side of the bed looking at him with his eyes still closed moaning. I helped him off with his clothes and he immediately started snoring! In the bathroom I just stared in the mirror at myself! I was mad! But why? I knew why. John never even got to see the beautiful underwear I had on just for him. I started unbuttoning the front of my dress and could feel myself pushing my wet pussy into the edge of the sink top. I moved to the thick curved corner of the smooth marble. My mind raced visions of "my couple". I imagined of how the lady's kiss felt on my ear as I opened my dress further and rubbed myself hands over my breasts through the bra. My nipples were visibly protruding now. I knew I was having evil thoughts but I needed immediate relief! As I moved rhythmically up and down against the counter I imagined my couple laying in bed with her sucking his giant cock with her naked breasts swaying. Hearing the snoring get even louder I didn't worry hearing the loud gasping I began to make going faster and faster against the hard smooth thick corner. I shuddered in the mirror as my climax fulfilled. I watched my body shake and gave myself a nasty smile of fulfillment. It felt wonderful but just left me feeling hornier! I convinced myself that I needed a bedtime snack to calm myself down! We had eaten the unending bar snacks all night but I felt suddenly hungry. Buttoning up one less button on my dress I saw that it revealed just a hint of my pretty bra. After fixing my flustered up appearance, I checked on John and saw the drunken loud snoring synchronized perfectly with his slumbering body! I grabbed my purse and went out the door headed to the vending machines. As the door closed I thought of the key! John had left his (the right one) on the bedside table! How was I to get back in? I knocked on the door with no success in disturbing the rumble noise behind the door. It was stupid to allow that lady to screw with the keys earlier. It was funny and she was fun, though (and after all, she was part of my "sexy couple"!). I could go to the front desk I thought. I decided to at least see if the vending machines had anything edible. Strolling down the hall I felt in an extremely good mood which was strange in that usually in a situation like this I would worry my head off! Well, that's what good drink does for you, I thought to myself. The hotel was beautifully decorated with "knickknacks" at various intervals down the hallway. The vending area on my floor was in a vestibule a few feet from the elevators and I heard the door ding as I turned the corner to survey the contents of the first vending machine. As in a play I immediately recognized the laugh of the lady of "my couple". Incredible! I thought Somehow I knew that it would be them as soon as I heard the elevator doors opening. I shrinked against the wall separating us and heard them move in the direction I had come from. In seconds the play's script seemed to take on a life of its own as I found myself stepping into the hallway and saying Hi to the couple walking away from me. Somehow I didn't surprise my self at all at my boldness. She immediately turned and smiled recognition as she pulled her husband back to meet me. His name was Steve and was very good looking close up with boyish cuteness that I hadn't notice from across the distance earlier in the night. She went on to explain their disappearance earlier that they had gone on a walk they were just coming back from. I did notice John staring at my chest and was glad I decide to let the extra button undone. I found myself completely at ease with these new acquaintances talking in the middle of the hall a few feet from our room where I could just barely still here John's snoring. Feeling energy for continued fun tonight I felt no guilt in accepting their offer to have a nightcap back in their room. Explaining my dilemma concerning the key to my room as we all went into their room, she said she knew I had picked the wrong key and her and her husband had laughed on their walk at the possible consequences. Their suite was the same as ours and I sat on the couch in the main room. She was in the bedroom when Steve brought me a drink, which I immediately sipped, to the desired effect of calming my slight panic at being alone with this handsome man. Just as I was earlier, I was amazed at my own reaction to the situation I was in. I had read many a nasty story over the years about situations just like this and felt surprisingly delighted to be living one of the stories that John had made me read to get me horny. I don't think I had ever been as horny as I was right then. As if on cue in my play, she walked out of the bedroom wearing a sheer black robe over her bra and panties reveling her full figured ness in a quite sexy manner. Steve came to her and they kissed passionately standing just a few feet away from me. Steve then headed to the bedroom and closed the door as she sat beside me with her drink. She sat close and told me again how nice my outfit was and stroked her index nail below my neck. We casually talked again of how good the band was and giggled at out mutual opinion of the sexiness of the young drummer. She apologized if what she had told me earlier about her husband had offended me. I assured her that it hadn't as I found myself feeling the texture of the robe on her arm. I told her in fact that it had made me quite horny. We laughed as we found each others lips and for the first time in my life I found myself willingly and passionately kissing another grown woman. Her lips were sweet and warm. Releasing me from the kiss she sat up and slowly and expertly unbuttoned my dress and I sat up and let her remove it from my body completely. I watched as she slowly traced the outline of my bra, she then raised my slip and outlined the panties, then the garters with her finger. Tracing with her nail and alternating with the flesh of her finger sent me in ecstasy. I was thrilled that someone was at last appreciating my carefully chosen undergarments! Fine "Fine" "My God, I cannot believe this is happening, not again." "Didn't we just have this very same fight just a week ago?" I should have known that Stephanie had not dropped it. She said she was over it, but I knew better. It had been far too easy to get back into her good graces. Now, here we were repeating the conversation verbatim. "I love you Robert." Followed by the uncomfortable silence as she waits for me to respond. "Robert, I said I love you." "I heard you." "Is there anything you want to say to me?" I knew I was in trouble when the first word came out of my mouth. "Look Stephanie," I said. I let my words set the stage for what was to come next. "Look Stephanie, we just had this conversation last week." "Yes." "You say that you just wanted me to know how you felt about me, Correct?" " I know Robert but." "No buts, this is getting old now." She answered with a yes that let me know that she was not pleased with where this was going. "So why are we having this conversation again" I asked. "We're not, she spoke those words as she stood up to recover her things." "Where are you going?" I asked her. "I am leaving, you are right, we have had this conversation." I reached for her hand and she pulled away. Everything was going downhill fast. I stood up in an attempt to block her path to the door, "Move Robert!" I wanted her to stay, but for some reasons those words eluded me. Instead, I heard myself saying, "Fine," famous last words of a drowning man. "Fine!" "You want to leave, there is the door!" What I saw move across her face told me this was not a challenge I should have issued. Stephanie did not say another word. She just gathered her things and left. Why did it always have to be like this? Just when things are going well, along comes trouble. It wasn't that I did not care about Stephanie, but why was "I LOVE YOU" so important? We enjoyed each other's company; we had so much in common it was scary. Stephanie is the kind of woman that does not let her looks define who she is. Although, no one would blame her if she did. What is that line? "Make a blind man talk about seeing again." How many times did she point out her slightly uneven teeth? If not that, it was the ugly moles on her legs and belly. Had it not been for her direction, these things would have been lost to me. I was too distracted by those features that caught every other mans eye. Stephanie with her rich caramel colored skin. She is a little taller than the average women; about five feet eight, if not more. She is a perfect match for me at five feet eleven inches. Her body is tone but not so muscular that she is hard to the touch. Her breasts seem too large for her frame. My first, I thought was that they weren't real. After my careful inspection, I have since changed my mind. All that not withstanding, her eyes are most impressive. They seem to have a voice that is independent of whatever she is saying to you. When she yells, they say I am mad at you, but we are going to work this out. When she is happy her eyes let you know there is not any place on earth she would rather be. When she is aroused, they seem to glow like one of the devils' kids in some bad horror movie. One look and you cannot pull yourself way. In short she is Fine. I still remember the way she looked the day we met. When I think that I had not even planned to go the gym that day, it still makes me smile. She caught me staring at her rear. With all the hours I have spent in that place, you would think that I would remember the mirrors on the wall. I had to brace myself for the earful I thought I was going to get. Instead, she took pity on my obvious embarrassment, and smiled at me with those eyes. The months that followed had been great up until last week and tonight. Snap out of it Robert. You made your stand. Besides this was not the first time Stephanie had stormed out of the room or my house for that matter. I assumed that I knew Stephanie well enough to know that the phone would ring before I turned off the lights. "Fine," I heard myself saying to no one. That is when the doorbell rang. I could not keep the "I told you so" smile from taking over my mouth. A quick check of the peephole validated my self-assurance. I opened the door. Stephanie was not smiling, which immediately removed the support for my grinning face. She moved passed me without a word and taking great care not to touch me. In the time it took me to lock the door, Stephanie had moved out of my sight. I moved through the room, putting things in their respective places and turning off lights. As I entered the bedroom, she was slipping off silk panties. My smile refreshed, I said, "what are you doing?" She answered in the same tone I had heard earlier. That should have been my first clue. "You don't want to make love to me?" Why was I stunned? Of course, I wanted her. She must have sensed by my hesitation, because she began to move towards me. "I asked you a question" The sound of her voice and her sweet breath, created that familiar stir. She kept talking, as she unbuttoned my shirt and pants. Her words were hypnotic. "What's the matter, am I scaring you?" In some ways she was. I could see that glow in her eyes, my arousal was beginning taken hold. I had not noticed that she had backed me into the wall. Stephanie's perfectly filed nails caressed my nipples. She continued to speak in that alien tone, one or two words at a time. Relax. Do not move. My heart was already racing when her tongue made contact with my nipples. I sensed that she was not being affected at all. That should have been my second clue. It is was becoming difficult to breath. My daze cleared slightly when Stephanie led me to the bed. She sat on the edge and pulled me down to my knees. No talking now, her directions were very clear. Given my earlier oral presentation, I was determined to make this one far more satisfying. Her aroma fuelled my dazed condition. Two perfectly filed nails opened her lips to reveal my goal. I took great pains to avoid any contact with her clit as I began to feast on her sweet honey. I focused on sucking her lips and licking the inside of her thighs. Going just deep enough inside her to get the juices flowing. I put my hand on her hips and Stephanie put one leg over my shoulder. I could feel her free hand encouraging me to pay more attentions to that one spot. I could see no reason to protest. Her body tensed at first contact, and she began to grind herself on my lips. Soon the grinding was replaced by a solid rhythm. I had to fight to hang on. I could feel those perfect nails digging into my back. I knew that she had broken the skin, but I did not care. She was close I could feel it. The familiar deep moans began to fill the room. Her release was coming hard and fast. My sweat began to burn in the fresh wounds on my back. Stephanie gripped the bed spread with both hands and held me in place with her legs. With my mouth positioned right over her clit. I licked and sucked as if this was the last bit of fluid I would ever receive. The first spasm lifted her off the bed. She supported herself on my shoulders and her own arms. The second removed me from the hearing world momentarily. The third brought her hand to my head, to wipe away the sweat from my baldness. Ordinarily this is the point where I would take my strained erection and gently slid inside her. As I stood to do so, Stephanie quickly moved to her feet. Imagine my confusion when she began to gather her things once again. "What are you doing?" "Come here." I must have sounded very desperate. "No, I am leaving and I will not be back." "Why, I thought we were going to work this thing out." Translation, you just going to leave me like this. "There is nothing to work out Robert." "You made yourself very clear earlier." "You do not love me." "Fine, is the word I believe you used." "Let me tell you something. If you had used any other word at the moment, we would be on the bed right now." "For some reason you seem to think, I have time to waste on you." "Did you really thing that I would continue to let you make love to me, knowing that we did not share the same feelings for each other?" "So why did you come back," I asked? She said, and I will never forget these words. "When I got to my car, I remembered I needed to buy batteries." With that, she bent over, affording me one final look at her body and scooped up her panties. Before I could speak, she was out the door. That moment for me is frozen in time. I was not freed from my paralysis until I heard the door slam. Many days have past now, I think about picking up the phone. I am too afraid to hear the voice of another man. I still have trouble saying I love you. I have not allowed any relationship to get to that point. The truth may be that the one woman I did love is well beyond my grasp. "Fine," I sure hope I will be. Fine Tom sat at his desk looking out the window as the planes made their descent towards LAX. It had been a difficult day. Hell, it had been a horrendous year. In a country torn apart with falling housing values, rising unemployment and too much debt; it was not easy being a small businessmen. Half of his former clients, whom he had serviced as an accountant, were now out of business. California and especially Los Angeles had been hard hit by the economic downturn. He knew he should head home up I-10 towards the four-bedroom house that his wife kept immaculately clean despite having three young children to care for and ferry about to school, soccer and scouts. But he felt the tension rising inside. He loved his wife; he always had since they met during their freshman orientation at the University of Southern California. He adored his nine year old son and two precious little girls. But Tom had a secret: a deep dark secret that could destroy it all. No, he did not gamble. And despite the current financial crisis, his family would weather the storm; probably better than most. He did not even have a mistress. Tom's secret was his obsession with gay porn. Although he had not actually been with another man, his strict Catholic upbringing had long ago drummed into him the mortal danger of this particular sin; Tom spent hours each day and week watching YouPorn, Red Tube and a couple of discrete pay sites. He was fascinated by the lithe young male bodies locked in carnal embraces that the church condemned as unholy. He had heard all the condemnations when he had sought forgiveness from Father John during his weekly confessional. But after a single admission and the horrid silence that had filled the tiny booth and spoke far louder than the penance he was given of the church's disgust as this weakness of his flesh; he had simply stopped going. He now had a ready made excuse each time his wife inquired about mass. The safest was always that he had work to catch up on; that she should take the children alone. Of course, the moment he heard the SUV leave the garage he was logging into one of his favourite websites. He would stare at the screen and rub his hardening cock straining against his track suit bottoms until he once again heard the engine of his wife's car. The irony of course was that he tried very hard not to actually cum. He knew his thinking was highly flawed, but somehow he justified that if he did not orgasm then his sin was not complete: that perhaps he was not gay. Instead he would seek the sexual satisfaction that the church endorsed in the arms of his wife, even though it always left him wanting. In truth, he only managed to function as a husband by closing his eyes and fantasizing of other things: other men. He shivered at the thought even as he remembered that his earliest crushes were always on male heart throbs such as Scott Baio and Shawn Cassidy rather than the beautiful women that his school friends had taped to their lockers: Farrah Fawcett and Linda Carter chief among them. Tom dropped his head into his hands as the computer screen continued to flash with images of hard, muscular bodies wrestling towards their orgasmic release. He wondered how much longer he could actually battle these demons that he had kept at bay for so long. Was he doomed to act upon these feelings that he had secretly held for so long? Was as Father John insisted he doomed for the eternal fires of hell? His reverie was interrupted by a low cough from the door way. Tom looked up to see the young cleaner, Antonio, even as he hit the minimise button on the computer. H e never actually turned the volume up anyway; always certain that someone in the neighboring office would overhear the loud cries of ecstasy and mistake them for his own. He fumbled about; toppling the pens in the ceramic cup that his oldest daughter had made him for Father's Day last year. He was more nervous than he had ever been; he did not know how long the man had stood in the doorway before clearing his throat. This was the closest that Tom had come to discovery and he was mortified. Stammering in embarrassment, he began, 'I'll be out of your way in a minute. I just need to shut down my computer and the office is all yours.' He finished with a weak smile then, hoping it covered his nervousness. Antonio nodded, but made no effort to leave the room as Tom had hoped he might. Instead he simply stepped inside the organised office with its neat rows of filing cabinets against one wall, a couch and table against another, and Tom's desk facing the window with its view of the downtown sky and planes on their final descent; just as he was perhaps on his final descent into the depravity he had fought almost his whole life. The young man fingered the statue of St Thomas of Aquinas that his mother had given him upon his confirmation into the faith: his patron saint and his four cardinal virtues of prudence, temperance, justice, and fortitude. Then slowly he picked up the picture of Tom's family that had been taken just before Christmas; the smiling faces of his wife and children. His own face too wore a smile, but it did not reach his blue-grey eyes that were clouded with an invisible weight. 'Your family? They are very nice,' the younger man asserted in his accented English. Tom thought it funny that he had never really noticed this person that had for over a year skirted the edges of his world. Other than of course the customary Christmas basket of wine and cheese that was obligatory to all of his customers and contractors. He was small framed with olive skin that bespoke his Latino heritage as much as his accent. His hair was wavy and a dark brown, but he had dyed the ends a white-blonde. He wore a diamond stud in one ear that glinted a bit in the bright fluorescent lights of the office. Tom merely nodded nervously as he pretended to straighten papers on his desk. He cursed his ancient computer that took too long to shut down, but he was determined to make certain that it was completely powered down and his secret safe before making his escape. The man looked over at him once again as if considering something. 'I was like you,' he began before turning back towards the picture. 'I spent my whole life trying not to be this way...afraid and ashamed because of the church,' he continued as he fingered the mahogany frame. 'But then I realised that God made me this way. So how can he condemn me for it?' Tom knew that the young man was baring his soul; offering him what hope and forgiveness he could. It was more than Father John or anyone else had ever offered. But he was not ready to hear it. As the screen went black with a click and a tiny green dot in its center, he stood quickly. 'Well, it is home for me,' he stammered as if he had not heard the younger man's words at all. Turning back towards the older man, Tom would have sworn he saw moisture in the dark, intelligent eyes of the cleaner. Antonio nodded his head in acceptance of Tom's boundaries. 'Buenas nochas, senior Tom,' he said as he reached for the garbage can to empty it. Tom rushed from his office as if it were a burning building. He walked briskly until he reached his dark blue American sedan in the underground garage. Once safely inside the quiet retreat of his vehicle, he gripped the wheel tightly as the young man's words played over and over in his head. It was not that he had never considered that particular view; he had. But a lifetime of teaching is a hard thing to overcome. Tom wondered for a moment what might have given a young man almost half his years the wisdom and the strength to accept in himself what he could not. In the end, it was yet another of life's mysteries for which Tom did not have an adequate answer. So instead, he simply turned the key in the ignition and the dial on his radio until loud music from the eighties filled the confines with choruses that made sane thought impossible due to the volume. He turned towards the freeway and the security of his home in the valley. But the night only got worse. The drive that usually took a little over an hour took over two and a half this night, because of a fatal accident. Of course being human, he found it impossible to look away as he passed. It was yet another mistake as his eyes took in the mangled body of a man about his own age. He once again considered the ironies of life. What had been this man's demons? Had he won the battle against them? In his death, would he have thought the war a victory? When at last he pulled into his garage, it was nine o'clock. Walking through the kitchen he paused outside the family room; he watched as his wife laughed at some sitcom playing on their big screen television. He wondered if she ever thought his behaviour odd. What would she think if he were to walk in and confess his secret desires to her? Would she like Father John condemn him with silence and thinly veiled disgust? She most likely would kick him out of their family home, divorce him and take their children from him forever. It was not that he did not love her. He did. More than she would ever know. This night he was not in the mood for her sweet wifely enquiries about his day. Instead he slipped quietly up the stairs. He cracked open his son's door to discover him sitting in the dark with the faint glow of his computer casting shadows on his young face. Tom knew that he should be tucked safely in bed by now, but he empathised with his son about the precious stolen moments of forbidden computer time. For a moment, he was tempted to peer closer; fearfully that somehow he had infected his son with his secret sin. Instead he turned away, pulling the door closed without saying a word. He stopped too at the room that his daughters shared with its pink and purple hearts and Barbie dolls. They were both asleep in their matching white canopy beds. He smiled as he watched them sleep. He tried very hard to remember a time when he had been so care-free. But even then it seemed his childhood was shadowed with secrets. Finally, Tom stepped beneath the cool, cleansing spray of the shower. He let the water wash over him. He wished that it could wash the stains of his tormented fantasies down the drain as easily as it did the accumulated sweat of his day. Running the loofah over his toned but aging body, he did not notice that his wife had slipped into the room and divested herself of her clothes. It was not until she slipped into the shower and wrapped her arms about his waist that he realised anyone was with him. She laid her blonde head against his back as her fingers kneaded the tight muscles of his neck. 'How was your day?' she innocently inquired. 'Fine,' Tom lied as he turned towards her brushing a kiss across her sweet lips. Fine was the lie that held his world together. Perhaps if he said it enough, then everything actually would be...fine. Fine Art Pt. 01: Meeting Cathy This story is purely fictional, any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is copyrighted and cannot be used in any form without the author's permission. Please leave comments and a rating, hope y'all enjoy! For Anne. ***** Fine art - Part one - Meeting Cathy. The first week at university is stressful for anyone. Not having a clue where you are, or where you're going. Not knowing anyone in your class. Traipsing through a thousand hallways and passing a million different faces before you realise that you've turned up on the wrong day. Getting lost about thirty-two times on your first actual day and then showing up over an hour late to the introductory lecture, making a tit out of yourself as you first meet your classmates. Taking a big leap from College, you think it's going to be a walk in the park. After all, if you can survive high school AND three years of college studying art, then university is going to be a breeze, right? It's especially stressful on your first week when you're moving out of the family home and moving into university halls in a strange place, by yourself. You could be sharing a flat with anyone. You could be moving into the room next to Jack the ripper and you wouldn't even know about it. It's equally as stressful when you're in your dad's car, listening to your brother complaining about the long ass car journey to Trowen, a lovely green village not far from the city, nestled in one of the smaller corners of Wales; while the worn out radio plays 80's rock tunes at a deafening volume, while you find yourself being squashed against the windows by boxes full of absolute crap that you just couldn't bear to leave behind. "For fuck's sake, Dad" Jack whined. "Aren't we there yet?" Six long, hard hours I've had to put up with that. It doesn't take six hours to get here. Well, it doesn't take normal people six hours to get here from our house, but for some bizarre reason, my father insists on driving like a snail on Vallium whenever I am in the car. That doubled with Jack having to make my father stop the car every ten minutes due to motion sickness is enough to drive anyone to the brink of insanity. My big brother; 24 years old and he still gets car sick, bless him. The relief is unreal when we finally pull up into the accommodation blocks, I cannot wait to finally get some air! Yet at the same time, I don't want to get out of the car, because that's one step closer to leaving home. It's one step away from my father, and I'm still not entirely sure if that's a step that I'm ready to take. Jack and I wait outside the car while dad signs some forms and picks up my keys. While we're waiting, Jack offers me a cigarette, which I happily take. "They call those things fags down here you know." Jack says. "Why, thank you, Jack!" I say sarcastically. "I mean, can you imagine how awkward that would have been if I didn't know?" "Fuck off, Jade!" He snaps. "I'm only trying to fucking help you." "You're a fucking cunt Jack, fair play." I snap back. "Oh yeah?" he says as he turns to face me. "I may be a cunt, but at least I'm not adopted." He smirks as he wraps his arms around me. Dad just rolls his eyes as he walks back towards us, shakes his head with a smile and carries on lifting my stuff out of the car. "Come on, you pair!" Dad shouts. "This load of crap isn't going to move itself!" A few hours later, and everything is in its place, just where I want it. My room isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It's a decent size; it has a bed, a sink, a wardrobe, chest of drawers and a desk. What more could you want? After a very emotional goodbye, I brace myself to be alone for the very first time. I've been on my own before, but not actually alone. I've never been nearly 200 miles away from home, alone. I sit on my new bed and stare at my phone, feeling rather sorry for myself when someone knocks my door. "Are you decent?" I hear a woman say in a very strong, very thick Welsh accent. "I think so." I reply. I don't really know what she's saying to answer appropriately. I don't hear another reply, but instead I see my door swinging open, to which a rather strange looking girl just wanders into my room, uninvited. How rude! "Alright love, how's it going, alright?" she murmurs in what appears to be some form of the English language. "What?" I reply in a confused tone. "What's occurring like?" she answers again. "You far away from home then, or what?" she blurts out rather quickly. "What course are you on?" she asks before taking another breath. "What's your name then?" she says in a very loud, very Welsh, very musical-sounding voice. "I'm sorry," I reply slowly. "I didn't understand a word that you've just said." She rolls her eyes and laughs rather loudly. I'm not entirely sure what to make of this one. She stands at around 5'4, short dark hair, wearing a pair of bright red skinny jeans, an AC/DC t-shirt and a pair of black Converse hi-tops. Along with face full of piercings accompanied by a tattoo of the Titanic on her right forearm and by far, the strongest Welsh accent that I have ever had the misfortune to come across. She's rather loud and seems as though she could break your nose if you looked at her the wrong way. And then there's me, 5'6, long bleached blonde hair, a hidden tattoo of a small anchor on my right hip, royal blue skinny jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt and an Ox blood pair of over-ankle Dr Martens. I suppose she seems the type of girl I could get along with. I don't know how well I'll be able to communicate with her though, she sounds as though she's speaking in fluent Welsh and sounds as though she's never heard an English word before in her life! "I'm Jade, I was born in Wales, my family moved to Birmingham when I was 14; I'm studying the first year in a fine art degree and I'm here on my own." I tell her in one breath. I have a feeling that's the only breath I'll ever be able to get in edgeways with her around. "Tidy!" she shouts back. "I'm Rhiannon, I live next door, I've never been to burgerland and I'm on the same course as you, how mega is that?" She screams enthusiastically towards me. "I'm sorry, Burgerland?" I ask. "Do you mean Birmingham?" "OH right, sorry love." She replies quickly. "I can't really understand your accent to be honest like." I can't believe she's on my course. I honestly don't know if I'll be able to put up with that much Welsh in one person! How can she not understand my accent? I'm Welsh! Not being funny, but at least I actually sound as though I'm speaking English! But then again, what else can I expect? If you go to Wales, you're going to hear a few Welsh accents from time to time. If she's on my course, I'd better stick to her, it's better to know at least one person on your first day! Over the next week, Rhiannon and I became friends, even though I still can't understand half of what she says to me, but nevertheless, I've really enjoyed her company. I don't think I've ever met anyone as hilariously sarcastic as her! I don't know what it is, but it seems that anything that's said in a Welsh accent automatically becomes hysterically entertaining! We decide that we would walk to our first lecture together; we both agree that it's best to stick close to each other on the first day. After getting lost twice, asking for directions and witnessing Rhiannon getting into a heated debate with the university's head-security guard, we manage to arrive at our classroom only ten minutes late. We walk in and the room is full of girls. Not just girls, but girly-girls. The worst kind of girl there is. They all sit in their seats in absolute silence; and I'm assuming that the lecturer hasn't arrived yet. We walk in and take the only seats that are free, which are at the front and luckily, right next to each other. We sit down in silence for around five minutes. "Jesus Christ, you lot!" Rhiannon shouts out, making everyone jump. "Shut up mun, I can't hear myself think down here!" Oh my dear god, I'm going to die. Everyone bursts out laughing and it's not long before a few people start chatting to each other. It may have embarrassed the hell out of me, but at least it's broken the ice in the class. A few names are thrown around the classroom and people start exchanging stories about where they come from and why they are here. The door flies open and everyone's head spins to face it. A rather odd-looking woman walks in. She's around 5'8, quite a large woman in her late twenties, short red hair, a pair of thick, black glasses, a blue floral dress with black leggings, a pair of ankle high purple Dr Martens and a yellow cardigan. Rhiannon turns to face me and a large, cunning grin spreads across her face as she gives me the look. The look of - This is our tutor and we're going to make her life hell. The strange woman breezes in and lets the door shut itself behind her. She makes her way towards the computer, which is on a table in front of me and Rhiannon. She throws her bag on my table and turns the computer on whilst talking on her phone. I start to listen in on the conversation before realising that she's not speaking English. I look to Rhiannon, confused. "She's talking in Welsh." Rhiannon quietly informs me. "She's arguing with someone too, by the sounds of it!" She says as she raises her eyebrows in suspicion. "How can you tell?" I ask naively. "I'm fluent in Welsh, chick." She answers as she looks towards our new tutor. The tutor drops her phone into her pocket and throws her coat over her bag. She stands at the front of the class whilst waiting for the computer to turn itself on. Looking at everyone individually, sussing them out. She silently shifts her eyes from one person to the next in a way that reminds me of watching a snake hunt its prey. She looks at Rhiannon and they seem to hate each other already, even though no words have been exchanged between them. She adjusts herself to stand in a way that overpowers Rhiannon. Rhiannon leans back into her chair, folding her arms as they both refuse to break eye contact with each other. The tension builds suspense in the room and the strange woman pulls a grin along one side of her face and laughs to herself silently before looking to me Next. As her eyes meet mine for the first time, I feel my heart drop to my stomach and adrenaline rush through my veins. I slouch back into my chair behind her bag and coat as I feel the air being sucked from my lungs when she moves them away from me to get a better look. She doesn't blink as she stares at me, her pupils dilate as she pulls the same intimidating grin along on one side of her face. I feel a tingle in my panties and my legs go numb. She breaks eye contact with me and looks toward the back of the class. "Hello year one, my name is Cathy." She starts to say. "I am your course leader, if you haven't enrolled onto fine art, then you shouldn't be here. "Also, I feel as though I should warn you that this course is not easy," she warns. "You cannot breeze through it and low marks will not be acceptable to progress onto year two. "I run a very tight ship here on this course." She states proudly. "It is my duty to make sure that you are more than up to standard in each and every single way." She continues, "I am not your friend. I am your course leader, your tutor and your mentor. "I will not accept any rebellious behaviour and I expect you all to act in a professional manner as you are not just representing this course, you are representing me, and the university. "Every piece of work that you are given will be handed in on time." She recites as she looks back towards Rhiannon, who still hasn't moved or changed her expression. "I will not tolerate the usage of drugs and other illegal substances." "If you have any problems with anything that I have just said" She continues in a lower tone of voice, whilst continuing her staring contest with Rhiannon, "Then you are more than welcome to leave here and now. "I do not care what you do in your spare time, as long as it does not interfere with this course, or your work. Is that clear to you all?" Cathy continues on without waiting for an answer from anyone. The introductory lecture doesn't last more than half an hour in total. We exit the lecture and Rhiannon almost instantaneously sparks up a fag. "Me and her are going to have problems," She says as she inhales the smoke and points towards Cathy's classroom. "She was glaring at you like a dog on heat." She says with a wink. "I didn't notice." I reply, trying to laugh off my blush. "I was too busy watching you two plot each other's murder!" As the weeks go by, I start to notice that Cathy seems to be a lot more lenient with me compared to other girls in the class, I mean, I don't mind as such, but it does make me question her motives after what Rhiannon said about her being like a dog on heat. I check my university inbox to find yet another e-mail from her. "Hi Jade, Cathy here, I need you to meet me at 6:30 in the studio today, I've marked your essay and there are a few things that have been raised to my attention that I need to discuss with you on a one to one basis. See you soon. Many thanks, Cathy." This doesn't sound good. It especially worries me at the fact that the part of the building in which the studio is remains dead after 4.00PM. Why does she want to see me at that time? My heart starts racing and I feel tempted to reply with a lie of some sort, tell her I'm not feeling the best and need to lie down for a few hours. Why the hell am I freaking out? It's only a tutorial with Cathy. I glance at my watch to realise the time is 6.25pm. I'd better get a move on. I arrived at the studio and take up residency in my usual seat as I wait for Cathy to arrive. I think back to the first time we met and how her dominating personality feels like a security blanket, wrapping itself around my naked body, softly caressing my porcelain skin and gently brushing over my erect nipples. I shake it off and take a breath, I have to stop doing this, I tell myself. I wait for what seems like a lifetime and just when I'm about to leave, she forced the door open and begins to walk in, putting one heavy foot in front of the other as all of he air in the room seems to vanish. About time; that woman loves to keep everyone waiting. I wonder if to an extent, it makes her feel special, knowing that everyone is waiting for her, and that nothing can possibly be done until she arrives. I wonder about her home life. I bet she lives on her own and has a cat. No, she's not normal enough to be a weird cat lady; I bet she has some obscure creature like a ferret or some kind of lizard. I hate ferrets. My uncle used to keep quite a few ferrets, around fourteen or fifteen of the little bastards. He'd made his garden shed into a giant ferret habitat, and they all lined up by the fence when he whistled to them. It was hilarious, until Jack threw one at me and the little shit bit my hand as I caught it. I had to have a tetanus jab and everything. I haven't been near one since, and that's the way I like it. She strolls in, like she's just stepping out of a magazine and walks directly past me and starts fiddling around in a filing cabinet. I glance at my watch. It's 8:30. Two fucking hours I've been sat here waiting for a meeting that she insisted on having! What the hell is she doing? Some of us have places to be, you know. I have to meet Rhiannon at 9:00 to go out for a meal. There's no way I'll get back in time now, we'll have to cancel and have a pyjama and takeaway night instead. I take my phone out of my pocket and start to text Rhiannon to let her know that there's going to be a change of plan. Cathy sits down next to me holding a thick grey paper file with my name on it. I finish texting and put my phone back in my pocket and turn to Cathy, who has her arm on the desk, leaning her head on it whilst looking at her watch and sighing. I frown as she looks up at me. "I'm sorry, Jade," She says in a sarcastic manner. "Am I boring you?" Cheeky bitch! The nerve on that woman astounds me! I've been sat here for two hours without a cigarette, waiting for her fat ass to walk in, and finally she shows up and has the audacity to make a comment about her waiting for me! "I've been sat here for two hours, waiting for you." I say bluntly. "Oh well; never mind, Jade, You're here now." She replies with a sarcastic grin on her face. I look at her with a completely blank expression, screaming on the inside. "Okie Cokie then!" She says with an overly-enthusiastic tone in her voice. "Let's get started, shall we?" "What do you want to see me about?" I sigh, trying to mask my lust with annoyance. I don't have the energy to argue with her. I sit there for almost half an hour, listening to her talking shit about my work. I've worked harder than anyone in this fucking class. Countless times I've stayed awake all night, just so that I don't miss a lecture. I spend most of my time doing research, and I don't even want to think about the amount of coffee, caffeine tablets and energy drink that I've consumed this year. I've handed all of my work in on time and my grades haven't been that bad. Okay, I admit that they could be better but nevertheless, I've worked damn hard this year. "I'm sorry Jade," She says with a slight despair her voice. "But I'm afraid there's nothing else that I can do." "I've tried my best and there's just no way around it, I'm afraid that you going to have to leave the course." She says as she looks up from the floor. "I won't lie to you, Jade, I'm very disappointed to see that you haven't even tried to do well on the course; you were so enthusiastic at the start of the year, where has it all gone?" She says with pity as her eyes burn into my soul. I can feel the blood boiling inside me. That bitch has had it in for me from the minute I walked in. She's always trying to find new ways to make me feel like shit and I've had enough of it. The second I can get out of here I'll be calling dad. We'll see what he's got to say about this! But what if she phones him as soon as I leave? If she sticks her poison in him first them I'm fucked! What if she's already sent a letter about it? There could be a million and one lies winging its way up to my house right now. I'd better play it cool, because if she hasn't sent a letter yet, she fucking will if I kick off... "I don't understand. I've done everything that you've asked me to do; I've given you nothing but my best, why are you throwing me off the course?" I ask, trying to keep it cool. I know she can see that I'm getting annoyed. "Jade," she sighs. "What can I say? You just aren't stepping up to the mark, I've given you plenty of chances to redeem yourself and you just don't seem bothered by it, I let you on the course because I had faith in you, and you have let me down, Jade." My heart almost stops completely as I take in what she has just said. I cannot get thrown out of university, dad would kill me! He would be so disappointed, and that's worse than being pissed off. I mean, come on, I'm the only chance dad has of having a successful child. "Isn't there something I can do?" I ask with my best puppy-dog eyes. "Can't I take extra classes? "I'll re-submit every assignment and I'll make sure they're all up to standard," I continue to beg. "Please don't throw me off the course" I bite my tongue as I wait for her to reply. I hate begging, it makes me feel like such a twat! I subtly push my breasts together and bite my bottom lip as she stares into my eyes. She starts to pull a grin across her face. "I'm sorry, Jade," she says as she snaps the smile away from her face. "It's completely out of my hands." Fine Art Pt. 01: Meeting Cathy "Please?" I continue to beg. "There must be some way that I can stay?" A slight grin turns into a large one as she looks down at the table. I love to hate this woman. She totally gets off on making me miserable. I bet she doesn't even have a boyfriend. I can't say that I'd be surprised. She isn't the best looking of the bunch, either, which I suppose wouldn't help her case. I'd love to hit that fucking grin off her face, though. "Well," she pauses with hesitation as she looks back towards me. "There might be something we can do; an arrangement, shall we say?" "Anything" I reply. I really cannot get kicked out off of the course; I am willing to do just about anything for that not to happen. "Anything?" She asks as she raises her eyebrows. Well, as she raises the skin to where her eyebrows should be, I mean for god's sake, have them tattooed or draw them on at least! I bet she'd look like a completely different person if she had eyebrows. She might even look half decent if she tried. She'd have to sort her hair out too; that mess of a mop makes me giggle every time I look at it. It looks as though she's given a pair of scissors to a five year old child and let them have a good go on her hair. I say nothing and simply nod as a reply. She looks at my chest and bites her lip. "Well," she says in a quiet, soft voice. "I'm sure there's something we can do." "Like what?" I ask her. She winds me up so much; I can feel the odd mixture of lust and anger burning its way to the surface. It's almost as if she's deliberately trying to piss me off; if there's a way around it; then just tell me! The grin returns to her face as she bites her lip. Her hand gently places itself on my knee and slowly starts to make its way up my thigh. I look at her in both shock and confusion. "I think you know what you can do to stay on the course." She tells me in a seductive manner. "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours." "Are you out of your fucking mind?" I scream as I hit her hand away from me. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" I am completely shocked. I can't believe that she'd even think about something like this. She's my university lecturer for fuck sake. There's no wonder why a man wouldn't go near her with a 39 and a half foot pole; she's a lesbian! I'm not going to pretend that I've not fantasised about this, but I'd never actually sleep with her. She grips her hand around my wrist and squeezes hard as she pulls me toward her and brings her face closer to mine. She smiles at me, showing all of her teeth and giggles a little. She turns my chair to face her directly, and puts a leg each side of my chair. She leans in toward me for a kiss and I panic. I can't do this. I stand up and begin to back away from her in protest, but she isn't giving up that easily. She stands up and grabs my waist to pull me toward her. I try to push her away in a failed attempt to escape before she pulls me closely towards her. Our bodies magnetise and my knees go weak. "This is going to happen, Jade." She whispers silently. "Do as I say and I promise I won't hurt you, but if you try to run then I'll have you thrown off the course so fast your head will spin." She pushes me hard down onto the table, face first. She removes the scarf from her neck and ties my hands behind my back with it. I remain silent, contemplating how to react. If I run, she might lie. She could say that I tried to start something with her. I'm not even supposed to be here at this time of night. She'd say that she was working overtime and that I wondered in and tried to force myself on her. I mean, come on, who are they going to believe? She situates herself behind me and grabs a handful of my hair. She rips me up and reaches around my front with her free hand and starts to feel my breast. "You're a sick bitch." I throw at her. "You'll never get away with this." She twists my head towards her face and holds my mouth open with her free hand and spits into my mouth. How vile! "Say one more word, Jade," she warns. "I dare you." I give her a filthy look and keep my mouth shut. She lets her hand explore my body, rubbing me all over. She reaches down between my legs and starts rubbing her hand against my crotch. The rough touch of her fingers sends electricity throughout my body and I feel myself instantly get wet. I start to back away but only end up pushing myself into her. She grabs her coat from the back of the chair and crumples it up on the table before pushing my face into it. "You better keep your pretty little mouth shut, Jade." She warns. "Or your pussy won't be the only thing I'll eat." I feel a huge lump in my throat and my heart is beating faster than a kick-drum at a metal gig. Not one person in my entire life has spoken to me that way before, ever. I've also never been in contact with a woman this way before and it scares me a little. Well, that's a lie, it scares me a lot. Being dominated is not something that I'd particularly enjoy, I'm more of a romantic; candles and sensual massages kind-of-girl. It scares me so much that I'm petrified that if I make one noise, she'll really hurt me. She rubs her hands down my back and brings them around to my front and starts to unbutton my jeans. I do nothing and simply sob into her coat. She pushes a hand down into my jeans and slides it into my knickers and starts rubbing against my crotch. She works her hand expertly around and pushes her free hand down onto my back before sliding a finger inside me. I gasp into her coat and try to bring myself up, but her hand pushes me down. She slides her finger in and out of me before a few more times before entering another. She pushes them in slow and deep and then brings them almost all of the way back out, rubbing my juices all over my clit. She adds another finger which feels uncomfortable, but arousing at the same time. I've never been dominated like this before, and I've never even thought about being with a woman before I met her. This is the type of shit that you see in cheap porno movies, it's not something that actually happens to you. A porno is fantasy, fake. This is very real, and it's happening to me. And there's nothing I can do about it. She pulls her fingers out of me and I can hear her sucking my juices off of them. She then crouches down to pull off my shoes and jeans, before instructing me to turn over so that I'm lying down on my back. She pulls a chair up and sits down quite comfortably in front of me. My hands are still tied up and awkwardly digging into the bottom of my back, so it's rather difficult to move. I try my hardest to keep my legs shut but she opens them effortlessly. She shifts in between my legs and starts to kiss the inside of my thighs. A sharp spark flies through my body and I panic, I start to wiggle away as she peels my underwear off. She gives me a look of overpowering authority, a look that says that she would quite happily hurt me if I didn't stay still, so I remain still and I begin sobbing. She pins my legs open with her hands and moves her head towards my crotch. I can feel her hot breath on me as she gets closer towards my vagina. "Please don't!" I plea. "Do you want to stay on the course or not?" She barks. I remain silent and nod with eyes full of tears. "Then keep still." She growls. I lie motionless on the table as her head places itself between my legs again. She kisses my lips and spreads them with her moist tongue, sending a static shock throughout my body. She brings a hand towards her mouth and licks her fingers before sliding them back inside me. She works her fingers in and out of me and starts to do something amazing with her fingers that I can't help but enjoy. I don't know what she's doing down there, but it feels good. She starts to lick around my pussy and starts licking my clit. I'm still petrified and confused, but now I'm extremely turned on. I can hardly move due to the terror shaking through my body and if I were to stand up, I would probably faint. I am more than aware that I shouldn't be enjoying this but she definitely knows what she's doing, and quite frankly, I don't want her to stop. As I lie helplessly on the table, tied up and being forced to experience my first lesbian encounter with my university lecturer, I can't help but feel betrayed by myself. I was so determined that I wasn't going to be like everyone else back home and be stuck doing nothing and relying on benefits to get me by. I've dragged myself here, having saved every penny I've had since the age of 10 to be here and look where it's got me. I have not worked my ass off, just to be raped by a fucking woman. I lift myself up slightly and look down to see her head between my legs, and I feel her digging her nails into my ass with one hand, keeping the fingers on the other hand inside me with the other whilst expertly licking my clit. "Someone's a bit wet!" She exclaims with a large grin. "I think you're enjoying this more than you care to admit." "You're fucking disgusting!" I snap back at her. She raises a non-existent eyebrow at me. "Tell me to stop touching you." She dares. "Tell me that you don't want my fingers inside you and tell me that you don't want my tongue rubbing over your clit." I cringe and turn my face away. She makes everything sound so vulgar and seedy. The thought of her fucking me makes me queasy, yet I can't bring myself to tell her to stop what she's doing and I hate myself for it. My common sense tells me that I need to do whatever I possibly can to get myself out of this situation, but as much as I hate to admit it to myself, there is a big part of me that wants to stay. I know it's dirty, and wrong, and stupid, but I just can't bring myself to tell her to stop. "Tell me to stop and I will." She promises. "Stop!" I shout out. She takes her fingers out of me and sucks on them. I feel empty inside and only half proud of myself for doing what is right. She stands up and pulls me, by my hair into an upright position. She bites her lip and slides her hand up along the inside of my thigh. She brings her face to mine and looks deeply into my eyes and breathes slowly. "No." she whispers. I feel my heart drop down to my guts, and I lose my breath as she starts to slowly kiss my neck. She sends a shiver down my spine as she runs her fingers over the bottom of my back, using only slight pressure. I can feel her smelling my perfume deeply, as she brings both of her hands around to my front and starts unbuttoning my shirt. She pushes my shirt down to my hands and unhooks my bra with one hand, she lifts the front up over my head and slides it down my arms so that it lies with my tied up hands, leaving my breasts exposed and me now completely naked. She grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to stare at the celling. She slowly kisses and nibbles her way from my neck down to my nipple where she gently sucks and bites at me. She kisses her way back up around my neck and starts gently nibbling my ear, sending shivers down my spine and turning my skin to gooseflesh as she does this. She breathes gently into my ear, which gives me a strange sensation but also feels quite pleasurable. "Submit to me, and I'll make this a nice experience for you, I'll be gentle." She says in a low tone in my ear. "Resist me and I'll continue to do what I want and I will not be so nice." Her voice fuelled by lust she adds; "Tell me that you want me to fuck you, tell me that you want me as much as I want you, and don't try to pretend." She says as she pulls her face away. She smiles and gently runs her fingers through my hair. I look at her with a concerned and confused expression on my face. I take a second to think about what she has just said to me. It's like being forced to make a deal with the devil. It feels like she's saying - sell me your soul or I'll take it anyway. My blood starts to boil in anger, my heart is practically punching its way through my chest and I smile, I look her dead in the eye, and I spit in her face. "I will never want you!" I growl through clenched teeth. "You're a perverted piece of shit and you make me fucking sick." I snarl. She looks dismayed and I feel quite pleased with myself. She brings a hand up and wipes my spit off her face. She raises her eyebrows and looks at me with a vacant expression and I feel my armour start to shatter. She turns me around and slams me face first onto the desk. I let out a small scream and I can already start to feel the throbbing pain in the side right of my face. "You asked for it." She says with a violent tone in her voice. There's a pause and I start to panic. I hear her say nothing, and I start to wonder if I've upset her when I feel her hand hit my ass so hard that it pushes me and the table at least an inch away from her. I protest with a scream but she keeps bringing her hand down with the same force, over and over again in a rhythmic pattern until it hurts so much that it feels like as if my skin is about to give in from the pain and break open. I keep screaming out and I fight back the tears as hard as I possibly can but that doesn't stop her, she keeps on hitting with the same force and in the same place, over and over again until I start to feel sick from the pain. She stops and I hear her take a few deep breaths. I am determined that I will not cry in front of her. I take a few deep breaths of my own, and squeeze the tears back into my eyes. "You've been a very naughty girl, Jade." She says slowly with an irritated tone. "I think it's about time that you learn some manners and give me the respect that I deserve." I hear her slip her shoes off and kick them under the table. I hear the removal of clothing and then I feel her pressing herself into me. She starts to rub my shoulders tenderly, and then start to press down with more force. I squint my eyes shut and tense my muscles in pain and I hear her laugh at me. She runs her nails up and down my back gently, before leaning down and kissing the small of my back. The next thing I feel is nothing but pure agony as she digs her nails in and pulls them down my back, using her bodyweight as an advantage to press down and cause me more pain. She continues to do this and I turn my face into her coat and bite into the material, I refuse to let her have any more control over me. She lifts her hands away from my back and smacks my ass again, she brings her hand down again with more force than before, and I let out a muffled scream. She digs her nails into my scalp as she grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me up from the table until I am standing. She turns me around to face her and pushes my shoulders back, making me fall awkwardly down onto the table. She lifts my legs up onto the table, whilst turning me so that I am now lying completely flat along the table. She climbs up onto the table and straddles me. She has in her hand what appears to be a pair of knickers and turns them inside out and holds the material either side of the crotch. They are a simple pair of knickers, nothing fancy. They are large and black and appear to have some kind of small white polka dot pattern along the outside of the material. On the inside however, is a rather unpleasant looking, large, wet white mark that runs along the crotch line. It looks a little like some kind of natural yogurt, but I know that isn't what it is. The look in Cathy's eyes tells me everything I need to know about what she is thinking right now. She has an unfair advantage over me, as I am lying rather uncomfortably on a wooden table, with my hands tied behind my back and I also appear to have a lecturer sat on top of me holding a pair of dirty knickers. It suddenly occurs to me that she isn't wearing her leggings anymore and clearly isn't wearing her underwear. I realise that if this is the case, then she is more than able to make me do anything that she pleases, she is taking a leaf out of her own book and it makes me dread to think of the possibilities that are running through her head right now. She could actually sit on my face and suffocate me, and there would be nothing that I could do about it. "Show me your tongue and keep it out." She instructs. I remain disobedient and motionless. "Jade, if you don't show me your tongue, then I will slap you so hard that you will hear your dentist scream." She maliciously states. I hesitantly poke my tongue out of my mouth to be horrified by her following actions. She holds the dirty crotch of her underwear down on my tongue. The shock causes me to recoil my tongue as a reflex, but then I remember how hard she had been hitting me, and how she had warned me to keep my tongue out, so I reluctantly push it back out of my mouth and onto her soiled panties. The taste of her wet, cold underwear makes me gag. Especially because I know that what I can taste is her vagina. She holds her underwear on my mouth with one hand, and with the other she leans back slightly and forces two of her fingers inside me. I gasp in shock, and this seems to please her on her own level of insanity. She starts to move her fingers in a strange way again and starts to rub the palm of her hand on my clit simultaneously. She continues this for a while and I start to get used to the sensation, welcoming it, when my mind kicks the inside of my skull, reminding me that this is not something that I should be enjoying and I clench every possible muscle in my body. "You're so fucking tight!" She exclaims. "I hope you like the taste of pussy because you'll be licking one soon enough." She bites her lip and starts to gyrate against me. She moans and I continue to clench my muscles in protest. I tell myself that if my muscles are clenched, then what she is doing won't feel good, but despite my efforts, this is not the case. No matter how much I try to fight with my own body, I cannot deny the fact that she is more than experienced and knows how to please a woman. She takes her wet fingers out of me and rubs her tongue over them; she then removes herself from me, and twists herself around on the table to face the other way. I close my eyes in apprehension and feel her dress lightly caress my face and her thigh brush against my cheek. She lies on top of me and puts her arms under my thighs, holding them open. I feel warm, wet skin lightly rest against my lips. "Kiss it" She demands. I'm not kissing that, I tell myself. I keep my lips sealed and feel her sink her teeth into the inside of my thigh suck hard into my flesh. I try to wiggle myself away from her and through the agony I finally come to realise that I'm not going anywhere unless I do as she tells me. "Put that dirty little mouth of yours on my pussy." She pants as she releases my flesh from her mouth. "Put your tongue inside me and discover what heaven tastes like." Judging by the taste of her dirty underwear, I don't think that heaven would taste very nice. I keep my eyes closed and take a deep breath, I dive my tongue into her wet pussy. The texture is smooth, and feels like I'm pressing my tongue against my own cheek, but I can feel the stubble around my mouth and chin area from where I assume she has previously shaved. The taste is hard to place, but somehow resembles raspberries and cream. I tell myself that's the taste is and go for gold. I hear her gasp and moan as she pushes herself onto my face and gyrate slightly; angling herself to where she wants to be. She digs her nails into my thighs, and starts to lick me out again and I try to mimic her tongue movements. She forces her fingers back inside me, and starts to suck on my clit. I don't know what it is about this whole scenario, but I can feel myself getting extremely turned on as she works her mouth and fingers on me. I never knew that oral sex could feel like this. I've done it before with men, but it's always been very bland, boring and has never lasted more than a few minutes. I suppose with a man, they just want to fuck, disregarding whether it actually feels nice for a woman or not. But Cathy definitely knows what she's doing and it's quite obvious that she enjoys doing it. But I suppose that lesbians don't really have much option but to enjoy doing it, although it's not something that I've ever really thought about before. I know what to do with a man, but I have no clue what I'm doing here with her. Fine Art Pt. 01: Meeting Cathy She starts rubbing her clit along my tongue, pushing herself down onto my face whilst doing so. She starts making forceful circular movements around my clit with her tongue and forces another finger inside me, and before I can begin to let my body adjust to the abuse, I feel an orgasm starting to stir inside me. I remind myself of how wrong and disgusting this is but that doesn't help and the feeling only gets stronger. I clench my muscles around her fingers to try and stop myself but that just feels even more amazing. I relax my muscles and involuntarily start moving my hips, pushing myself up into her face. She welcomes this and it seems to turn her on even more. The familiar feelings of an orgasm start to become ridiculously overwhelming, and even my determined attempts to stop myself refuse to help me. I feel my eyes roll back inside my head and I let it go as I feel the best orgasm of my life creep up and let out a moan which turns itself into a scream. This pushes her over the edge and I feel her tense herself and dig her nails into my skin and furiously move her fingers inside me as she reaches her own climax. I feel the world slip away from underneath me and I fall slightly out of consciousness as every colour I've ever seen collides beautifully on the inside of my eyes. After what feels like forever, I quiver underneath her as she pulls her fingers out of me and slowly roll off me. She turns around and brings her face to mine. She kisses me roughly and pushes her tongue inside my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. I open my eyes as she pulls away to see her smiling down at me. I've never seen her smile before, and despite the circumstances, it's a nice change to see a smile instead of a constant frown on her face. Her face appears to be glowing as she brings her hand up to run her fingers through my hair. "I'm very glad that we've had this talk," she says in a sarcastic manner. "Do you have anything to add?" She says with an outstanding smile on her face. I take a few deep breaths as I slowly start to feel my body come back to life. My legs are shaking and every part of me is tingling from detonation. I bite my bottom lip and look into her eyes. I take a second to admire her natural beauty. She has a beautiful smile and the most amazing eyes that I've ever seen. They appear to be some form of green, almost a half way between brown and blue. I look into her eyes and say my final words. "I submit." I answer, still catching my breath. "Good." She proclaims, as she unties my hands. She shifts off the table and I pull myself together and sit upright as she starts to put her rest of her clothes back on. She reaches for her neatly folded leggings and coat, scrumples up her underwear and scarf, and winks at me as she starts to walk towards the door to leave. She opens the door to leave and turns back towards me. "Don't forget, Jade," She starts to add as a final statement. "You have a lecture with me tomorrow at 10am and the bus leaves for the theatre at 1:30pm." "Does this mean that I can stay on the course?" I ask sheepishly as I feel my heart rise up in hope. She smiles and lets out a malicious laugh to herself. "You were never going to leave." She answers with a large grin. "Your position on this course was never compromised." She doesn't wait for a reply and walks away without looking back. I feel my soul slip away from me as I start to search the floor for my scattered clothes. I don't know how to feel about what I have just experienced. I look at my phone to more than a few concerned texts and missed calls from Rhiannon. Its 10:45pm and I throw my clothes on and start to make a swift exit. I make my first ever walk of shame back towards halls, as I get to the main door of my block; I hear a car horn beep. I look to my left to see Cathy driving away in her car, waving as she passes. I stand outside with the clear summer night sky above me, letting my hair flow gently in the cool night breeze as I recall what happened. I'm not entirely sure how to feel about it, or even if I should tell anyone about what happened. But I feel a small smile creep across my face as I think about her. I walk down the corridor and into my room as my phone starts to ring, I look to see Rhiannon's name appear on my screen. I throw my phone on my table and fall onto my bed, still smiling. Rhiannon bursts into my room and starts to shout at me in Welsh. I wish she wouldn't do that. She knows that I can't understand a word that she is saying but I don't think that she realises that she sometimes switches languages when she gets upset, bless her. I sit upright and wait for her to draw a breath, which takes a minute or two. She sits on my bed and frowns at me, crossing her arms over her torso. "Where the fuck have you been?" She shouts at me. "I've been ringing you all night, I've been sat here on my own worried sick about you!" I can't help but continue to smile as I think about Cathy. "The creep in room 5 has been following me like a lost sheep all night." She adds. "I ordered pizza and put my pyjamas on and I then had to tell the delivery guy that I didn't order anything because you weren't here!" She stops to take a breath, which doesn't happen very often. "Why are you smiling?" She asks with a concerned tone in her voice. "Haven't you been with Cruella De Vil?" "You mean Cathy?" I ask with a laugh in my voice. "Yeah, I've been with her" I answer, as I smile to myself. "Then why have you got a smile on your face?" She asks, slightly alarmed. "I bet she's given you drugs, I bet that's why you have that stupid smile spread across your face!" "No," I laugh back. "We need to get some sleep; we've got a lecture with her tomorrow." Rhiannon sighs and lies next to me on my double bed and looks at me suspiciously. She's like a pet cat, she sleeps in my bed more than her own, not that I mind. She even keeps her snuggly blanket in here that she can't sleep without, which is a top secret blanket, by the way. In fact, it's quite comforting to know that I'm not completely alone in a strange country anymore. I close my eyes and picture Cathy's smile hovering over me. I can still feel her fingers running through my hair. For the first time in my life, I feel happy and content, and I find myself feeling excited for tomorrows lecture. "You're fucking weird, you know that?" Rhiannon snaps as she curls up next to me with her snuggly. "Yeah." I answer with a smile still spread across my face. I let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction as I roll over. Despite everything that has happened in the last few hours, I find that I can't wait until I see Cathy again tomorrow, and I crave to see her smile again. Fine Black Mama Edited by Rozezwild "Damn! Mama you're fine as...hell!" Jermane put his hand on the bottom part of his mother butt-cheek that was exposed from her booty shorts. "Where you going dressed like that? You got you're stripper shoes on and everything." "To the Moose club to have a few drinks." Jackie shook the ice in her empty glass. "Have some more Erk and Jerk." He filled her glass with the brandy. "Mama you got to let me take some pictures of you in this slamming ass outfit." He rubbed his hand over the other butt-cheek and then pushed his fingers under them to her crotch. Jackie spread her legs and pushed her ass back more to his touch. "Damn, I need to get some this ass myself." Jermane press his hard-on against her big butt-cheeks and ground. Jackie reached back holding his butt and rolled with his grind. "Shit! I better stop before I cum on myself," Jermane laughed. "Let me get my camera." Jermane came back finding his mother dancing in the living room and nursing her drink. He started snapping away at her smooth long brown legs, her big bubble butt, and her braless boobs which were bursting out of her top. He leaned shooting pictures up at her ass from the floor. "Show me your titties mom?" Jackie pulled her top up over her boobs, and turned posing for him. "Ah ma, you look so beautiful." Jermane snapped one picture after another, constantly moving around her catching her big brown bubble butt at different angles. "Pull them half way down." Jackie put her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them half off her butt-cheeks. She moved about shifting her weight teasing the camera with her big brown mounds. She walked back to fill her glass and slipped out of her shorts. Jermane was right behind her snapping pictures. "Turn around mom." He knelt in front of her taking a close up picture of her juicy shaved pussy. "You shaved. That beautiful mom...real beautiful." She spread her legs, and then pulled her brown pussy lips apart showing him the pink. "Show me them tits." Jermane said moving back getting the full view of his mother in only the transparent high heel slides. The more Jackie got, raising her legs and inserting her finger into her pussy. She bent over spreading her butt-cheeks allowing her son to capture every movement. She laid on the sofa and pulled her knees up to her shoulders and traced her pussy with the tip of her finger showing the camera where the insertion points were. "Damn mom, the only thing you need is a dick to play with." Jermane thrust the bulge in his pants at her face pointing the camera down at her. Jackie grabbed hold of his sweat pants and yanked them down his legs allowing his throbbing black cock to spring out at her. She took hold of the thick shaft and looked up at the camera, moving the head of his dick over her tongue. "Yeah mama, suck it." Jermane snapped the picture while his mother sucked expertly on his big black dick. He thrust his cock back and forth fucking her mouth. "Put it in your pussy." He struggled to contain his excitement. Jackie laid back on the sofa held her knees up and guided her son's hard dick to her pussy as he got over her. She rubbed the head of his dick between the folds of her pussy lips and then into her steaming pot. "Oh shit mom, I gotta fuck you." He put down the camera and sunk his dick in her hot pussy. "You like my pussy, don't you?" Jackie smiled at her son batting her eyes. "Shit yeah mom." Jermane grunted as he drove his hard dick into his mother's waiting pussy. His balls snapped against her ass, pounding her pussy as if he was trying to get every drop. He huff and strained as sweat poured from his body. His veins swelled in his neck and arms. "Jermane!" Alisha shouted entering their mother's home. "You'll fuck anybody, won't you." "I just had to have some of this." Jermane huffed and strained continuing his stroke. Jackie reached out taking her daughter's hand. "I still got it, don't I?" "You sure do, and Jermane is trying to get all of it." Alisha laughed and picked up her mother's glass and tasted it. "Damn Erk and Jerk. This shit would make a nun drop her draws." "Just one more minute." Jermane strained and grunted. Alisha picked up her brother's camera and started snapping pictures. She had a good eye and had taught Jermane what he knew about photography. She also knew that this was the type of thing that he would use it for. "Oh fuck!" Jermane jammed dick into his mother's pussy, jerking and straining as he flooded her pussy with his thick cream. Alisha continued taking pictures of his dick dripping cum as he pulled it out of their mother. "What you going to do, make a...I like fucking my mom, web site." She laughed. "Don't put these on the internet Jermane. I'm not kidding. I don't want anyone finding out that my brother is fucking my mother. This is some kinky shit, even for you Jermane." "What are you getting so twisted about?" Jermane asked. "You take shit too far sometimes." Alisha said. "Remember, this is our mother not some hoodrat. You fucking is one thing, Jermane, but don't go putting her out in the street." "What are you talking about? I'm not going to doing anything like to mom." Jermane pulled Jackie into his arms. Jackie wrapped her arms around his neck and licked and kissed the sides of his face. "You heard me Jermane. Bye mama." Alisha kissed her mother's cheek. "Give it to him good," she whispered in her mother's ear. She kissed Jermane on the lips pushing her tongue into his mouth. "Behave yourself." "As much as I can." He popped Alisha's ass making a noise that sounded worse that it was. Alisha finger waved his as she left. "Take me to my bedroom and fuck me some more." She turned his face and stuck her tongue in his mouth. "I need some more of that big black juicy dick." "You got it!" Jermane chuckled, lifting his mother into his arms and caring her to the king-sized bed. "Get the KY jell out of my dresser drawer." Jackie position herself on her hands and knees. "Put some on your thing, baby and stick it to me." Jermane spread the thick grease on his dick and a little on his mom's asshole. He held his dick tight as he pushed it into the tight canal. He worried that it would hurt, but she showed no signs of discomfort. She pushed steadily back on his dick. "You better hold on." Jackie giggled. She clinched her asshole tightly around his shaft and started rolling her hips. "Ma! Ma! Oh shit! Ma!" He gripped her hips, holding on for dear life. He shot his cum completely out of control, as if he has pissed himself. Jackie relaxed her recital muscles and looked back at the expression on her son's face. "That's a treat I don't give too often." She whipped her forehead with the back of her hand. "I need a nap." She stretched out on her stomach. Jermane sat on the bed rubbed his mother's sweet brown buns as she drift off in her drunken slumber. He cleaned himself up and returned. He laid next to her holding a hand full of her ass. Jackie woke many hours later covering Jermane's hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. "I must have gotten wasted for us to laying here like this." She held his hand in place. "Don't stop now. I feel like you must have had more than your fingers up in there." She smiled, but the strained from her throbbing head. "Oh yeah, I remember." "Sorry mom, I couldn't pass this up." "I'm not blaming you. It's coming back. It's just my head is pounding." Jermane removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth. "I guess you liked it, huh?" She smiled getting off the bed and slipped on her housecoat. Jermane escorted her to the kitchen. His hard-on pushed out the front of his pajamas. He slid his hand to her ass. "What did Alisha come over here for?" She didn't flinch as his hand moved under her short housecoat and between her butt-cheeks. "I think she forgot when she saw us on the sofa." Jermane squeezed her butt-cheek firmly, and then removed his hand. "I guess I better call her." Jackie picked up the phone. Jermane got headache medicine and water for her, while she called Alisha. "Hey girl!" Jackie spoke into the phone to Alisha. Jermane knelt on one knee behind his mother and pushed his face between her butt-cheeks. He pushed his tongue into her asshole. She spread her leg and pushed her ass back giving him better access. "Wooo yeah girl. He got his mouth on it right now." Jackie laughed and joked with her daughter as her pussy and asshole was licked and sucked. "Mmmmm. I was going to get him to take some pictures of me anyway." She humped her ass back with the rhythm of his probing digit. "Yeah, I want a big one to go over the fireplace, and one to go over my bed. That's if he ever get out of my stuff." She leaned on the counter as Jermane slid his dick in her hot pussy. "Mmmmmm sooo big," she moaned. Alisha joke made her laugh and move Jermane's dick around inside of her. "Alisha girl, just come on over cause this boy is...just come on." Jackie hung up the phone and grabbed hold of the counter as Jermane drill his big black dick deep in her. "Damn mom, you pussy is so good." Jermane grunted rising up on his toes as he pounded his mother's pussy. His cock seemed to get harder with each thrust. He pumped his cock as fast as he could. "Mmmmm! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Jackie felt the power of her son's thrusts ripple waves of pleasure through her body. The feeling of her pending orgasm overshadowed the throbbing of her head. She thrust her ass back getting even closer to her peek. "Oh fuck!" Jermane grunted, shooting stream after stream of cum into his mother's pussy. "Aaaaah!" Jackie closed her eyes feeling her headache fading as she was engulfed by her orgasm. "Ah shit! Ah Jermane, baby." She reached back touching his face and putting her thumb in his mouth. "I can get use to this." "I don't think I can ever get use to this." Jermane squeezed her butt-cheeks. "Well, it's not like it hasn't been around." She whipped his cum from his dick and her pussy and tossed it on the floor near the door. "I know, but I was afraid too, especially since the way you went off about me and Alisha." "That was because I was surprised to find out that you was the father of her baby. If her child has to go to the hospital for some reason and the have to some type of blood match, they'll know that the baby isn't her husband's and that father is a close member of her family and since nobody knows where y'all father is, you're the only one left. They have stuff like that on the news all the time. I got my tubes tied when you were born. I'd got knocked up for the last time." He head was clear and she started to cook breakfast. "I think about my friends coming over just to check you out. I was so jealous." Jackie laughed. "You're still the finest sister around." Jermane pressed his lips against hers accepting her tongue in his mouth. He squeezed her tit, catching the nipple through the thin material. "Y'all are still at it, huh?" Alisha said entering the kitchen from the outside. "What must the neighbors think?" She joked. Jackie laughed. "I don't know, let's see." He pulled up the back of her jersey dress and started moving her back toward the door. "Stop Jermane, I don't have on panties." Alisha laughed stretching the barely enough material back over her ass. "Mom you can forget about getting a man now, because this one is not going the leave you alone long enough for someone else to say a word to you." She tried to avoid his groping hands but he grabbed her from behind. She stopped resisting allowing his hand to cover her naked pussy. "What I was trying to tell you on the phone was I could get you the big forty by eighty prints for less than four hundred dollars." "Yeah, that should cover the wall over the fireplace, shouldn't it?" Jackie said. "Yeah." Jermane release his sister giving her ass a firm squeeze. "It would center with enough white space around it." "You should let Jermane take those photos of you. He's better than I am with posing women." "What look are you going for mom?" Jermane asked taking the plate of eggs, sausage, and toast. Jackie handed Alisha a breakfast plate, and sat down with one of her own. "I want it to be erotic and nude." She chuckled. "My favorite." Jermane laughed. "What would be really cool is to have small frames with your body parts like her your hands, feet, tits, booty, and oh wait...your pussy in the bathroom. Huh? Huh?" Jackie and Alisha start laughing. "Better than having a magazine rack." "I like it. When people come to my house, I want them to see me everywhere." "Make mom into a celebrity...not a bad idea." Jermane said rubbing his chin. "See Jermane, that's what I mean about taking things too far." Alisha popped his arm. "I always wanted to be a star." Jackie joked. She stood up and started to playfully pose. "Well, I'll see y'all later." Alisha kissed Jermane allowing his probing fingers to slip inside her moist pussy. "You never get tired of fucking, do you?" "Not as long as there is good pussy around me." He sucked her fluids from his fingers. "Bye mom. Be careful, he'll screw you all day if you let him." Alisha kissed her mother's cheek and left out the back door. Jermane got his camera and began taking more pictures of his mother. She posed in the positions he suggested and came up with a few of her own. Jermane followed her around the house snapping one picture after another to make sure they had enough for what Jackie wanted to do. They took some of her sucking on his large black cock for the upstairs bathroom. She even had him to take some with his dick up her ass and in her pussy. "Mom, I swear you are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world." Jermane rubbed his mother's big naked ass, while they viewed the photographs on his computer. "Would you have fucked me a few years ago?" Jackie laughed. "I just don't know. I might have. More than likely." She brushed her hand over the waves in his hair. "Believe it or not, I like fucking just as much as you do. I'm just too old to give a fuck about what people think about it now." Jermane kissed her naked hairless crotch as she stood beside his chair. "Wooo, sit down on this." He pushed his PJ bottoms off his legs and stroked his thick hard cock. "We're going to get along just fine." Jackie straddled him, rubbing the head of his dick before taking it inside as she sat on his lap. "Mmmmmm. This feels too good. Let's get on the bed." She eased off the long thick pole and took him to his bed. She laid on her back, pulling him down on top of her. "Just keep fucking me Jermane."