3 comments/ 103500 views/ 11 favorites Intervention By: Modessitt "You want us to what???" "I need your help!" I answered. I sat in the basement of our house with my husband's closest friends - Bill, John, and Randy. "You've seen how he's changed. He hardly ever talks to you guys anymore. And when's the last time you played golf together? This has to work!" I watched the guys as they looked at each other, not even daring to look me in the eyes. They knew my husband, Tom, had been acting weird, and now they knew why, but they still weren't convinced my solution was the best one. You see, Tom is addicted to porn. It started about a year ago when he turned 40. Videos, magazines, computer - doesn't matter. As soon as he gets home, he heads straight to the basement which he's converted to his own private porn world. Movies and magazines line the walls. He spends hours down here masturbating over and over, rarely even coming out to eat. And when he does come out, he heads straight to bed. We haven't made love in over 6 months, and then only because it was our anniversary and I threw a major fit about it. I had tried everything I could think of to break this habit. I have dressed in my sexiest lingerie and tried to seduce him, but he just ignored me and kept his eyes glued to the sex on tv. I tried to hide the movies, but he just went out and bought more, until eventually I just gave them back. I finally decided that he needed a shock to his system to get him to break out of it, which brings me to the present situation. "Let me get this straight," John said, "you want us to pretend to have sex with you so that when Tom walks in, he'll get a shock and you can convince him to get rid of the porn?" All three of them were shifting uncomfortably in their chairs. They were married themselves, and were committed family men, not the type who would try to take any opportunity to fuck, which was why I knew I could trust them to help me pull this off. "Jeez, if my wife ever found out...", Randy stated, looking at the other two and seeing the same look coming back. "Please?" I begged. "This may be the only thing that could save our marriage." After a couple more looks between them, Bill finally shrugged and asked, "What did you have in mind?" I knew just the thing. Tom had bought it just the week before, and had even showed it to me, before shuffling off to the basement for a weekend of self-gratification. It was titled "Cock Whores" and depicted a young blonde being taken by three men at once. I knew if Tom saw me in such a pose with his three best friends, things would change in an instant. At least I hoped so. After showing the cover to the guys, I suggested that we get undressed, as Tom got home at four o'clock exactly every day, and we only had thirty minutes left. The guys blushed a little as they stood and began to undress. I felt a slight twinge of embarrassment as I took off my blouse and skirt, exposing my undergarments, but steeled myself with the thought that it didn't matter if three men saw me naked, if only I got my husband back. I unsnapped my bra and, after a deep breath, took it off. For a moment, the three men stopped to look at my bare breasts. I knew they weren't porn quality, but I had always thought they were nice, and obviously, the guys did, too. When they noticed I was watching them stare, they quickly busied themselves with removing the rest of their clothes. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and began to slide them over my hips. I faltered for a moment as they started to remove their underwear. Suddenly I was confronted with the sight of three hard cocks. I couldn't help but stare for a moment, as I had never seen any cock in person besides my husband's. I had always thought my husband was big, around 6 inches, but I realized now that was probably closer to average. John's was about the same length, maybe a bit longer, but noticeably thicker. Randy's was about the same thickness as Tom, but looked about an inch or two longer. But Bill had the best of both worlds - thick and long. It topped Randy by at least an inch! No wonder his wife was always smiling! Once we were all naked, we sat back down and waited for Tom to get home. We tried to carry on a conversation, but found it hard to talk normally while sitting with three other naked people. Eventually though, the newness of it all wore off, and the guys all softened to their normal flaccid states. It was almost back to normal by the time four o'clock rolled around, and we almost forgot that we had no clothing. I must have lost track of the time, because suddenly I heard Tom's car pull into the garage. "He's here!" I jumped up and pulled the coffee table out of the center of the room. Why hadn't I thought to do that before? John, Bill, and Randy stood up, their limp cocks hanging down. "Where do you want us?" John asked. "Bill, you lay on the floor and I'll straddle you. John, you kneel behind me like your taking me in the ass. Randy, you stand in front of my face. When you hear him coming down the stairs, starting moving back and forth like your doing me, and wait for him to get in the room. Everyone got that? Okay, let's hurry and get ready." Bill quickly lay down on the floor and I moved over him, straddling his hips. It felt weird to be sitting on top of a naked man who was not my husband, and I could feel the heat from his stomach pressing against mine. John knelt behind me, and I motioned Randy to step close to my face, until his limp cock was about 6 inches away. I could hear my husband moving around upstairs in the kitchen. What was he doing? He ALWAYS comes down to the basement as soon as he gets home. Why was he changing his routine? And today of all days? I suddenly had doubts. Suppose he didn't take this serious? He would see their soft cocks and know we weren't really doing anything, and everything would stay the same! I suddenly became aware that Bill's cock was starting to harden beneath me. I looked down at his face and he whispered, "I'm sorry! I can't help it." I closed my eyes as I felt it rise between my legs. By some coincidence, the head rose up to lodge directly into the opening of my pussy. I was surprised to feel I was already wet. After 6 months of no sex, it's not surprising that I was feeling turned on by being around three naked men, but the timing couldn't have been worse. The heat and wetness of my cunt only served to encourage Bill's cock to grow faster. I bit my lip as the head delved deeper into my wetness. "No," I cried softly, a tear slowly rolling down my cheek. "Oh, God, no." Bill had his eyes screwed shut, an expression of half-pleasure, have-pain on his face as if he was experiencing the most exquisite torture. I closed my eyes as I felt his over-size cock stretching my neglected pussy. It wasn't fair, I told myself. Six months is too long to go without loving of any kind, and I couldn't help it if my body responded whether I wanted it to or not. I felt something bump my nose and my eyes snapped open to reveal Randy's large cock waving in front of me. "Oops, sorry," he apologized, pulling back a few inches until his throbbing cock bobbed just inches from my wide eyes. I was mesmerized at the size of it, so like my husband's, and yet so noticeably different. A wetness began to appear at the tip of it, and I watched as a pearly drop began to form. Bill shifted his weight slightly beneath me and his cock pushed in another inch. Light exploded behind my eyes as an orgasm rocked me to the core, causing my body to shake. Blindly, I reached out and pulled Randy to me, opening my mouth to take his wonderful hardness into my waiting mouth. Seeing this, Bill took hold of my hips and pulled me down fully onto his massive cock. I barely had time to get used to the fullness of it before he began to thrust into me with a persistent rhythm. Randy wrapped his fingers in my hair and began sliding his long cock deeper into my mouth, virtually fucking my face. I had lost control of my senses at this point and had surrendered fully to the pleasure I was feeling. Suddenly, Bill impaled me upon his cock and held me still. I came out of my fog enough to wonder why he had stopped when I felt a burning sensation in my asshole. John was pushing his thick cock into my ass! I had never had anal sex before, refusing Tom the few times he has asked, but was too far gone to argue, even if Randy would have taken his cock out of my mouth long enough to let me. The three of them settled into a steady rhythm, filling my pussy and ass with cock while opening my throat as well. I lost count of the orgasms as these men took everything I had to offer. My asshole suddenly got warm and sloppy as John stiffened and filled me with his hot cum. Seconds later, Randy blew a huge load in my mouth, shooting it down my throat. He shot so much come that it backed up and began to leak out my mouth. This must have had the right effect on Bill, for he thrust deep inside me and emptied his own gallons of cum deep inside me where no man had ever touched me before. We were all calming down, with Randy's member softening in my mouth as I suckled the last drops from it, when I felt hot splashes land across my back. I looked up to see my husband, Tom, grinning ear-to-ear as he jerked his cock onto me. "That was great!" Tom exclaimed, happily. "When can you guys do it again?" I started to laugh sloppily around Randy's cock and felt it stiffen in response. I felt like Bill was getting harder as well, and John hadn't moved from his spot either. Bill looked up at me and whispered, "It didn't work." I squeezed my pussy around his thick cock, as John started to slide back into my ass. I took Randy's now hard cock from my mouth long enough to whisper back, "Says who?" Intervention The maid's daughter woke me, gently shaking my shoulder. "Phone, Thomas. Your mother." I looked up at her, shielding my eyes from the sun that blazed in the sky directly behind her head. "Thanks Esmeralda." She smiled and handed me a cordless phone and walked back to the house. I said "Hello, Mom." "How are you, Dear? What's my favorite son doing to pass the time on a cold winter day?" "Your 'only' son is lounging by the pool, talking to his favorite mother. It's 80 degrees here. What's up?" "Thomas... There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it: Rob and I are getting a divorce." I sat up in my deck chair. "Good," I said. "Great, in fact. Mom, I'm sorry if you're upset or having a hard time, but I have never liked Rob." My mother married Rob Wallace when I was 22, four years or so after my father died aboard American Airlines Flight 11 when it crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. Rob isn't a bad guy, really, but compared to my dad's open, boisterous, and loving personality, my step-father is a cold fish. I never got used to him, and since I was away at college when they married I never even had much time to try. "I know," said Mom. "Rob is a good man and a good provider, but... I was alone and needed someone, and he wanted me, but marrying him was a mistake." I stretched back out on the lounge chair. "How is he taking it, Mom?" "Oh, all right. He's disappointed, but not devastated." She chuckled into the phone. "I don't think he's capable of being devastated; he just doesn't have the emotional range. That's part of the problem." "Where are you going to live? Are you keeping the condo or is he?" "We're selling it, and that's part of what I wanted to talk to you about. I was hoping that I could fly out to California and live with you for a while in that big mansion of yours." I sat back up again. "Mom... It would be great to have you out here, really great." "I sense a 'but' coming." "Well... it might be better if we got you a place close by. Or there's a really nice little Ritz Carlton hotel near here. We could set you up in a suite there for as long as you like." We could afford it, either one of us. I gifted $3 million each to Mom and my sister Tina a year ago. Silence on the phone. Then, "You don't want me to stay with you?" "Mom, I love you and nothing would make me happier than to have you live with me here, forever if you want. But there are some things you don't know about me." "Like what?" Shit, how to explain this... "I worked hard for years. In sixth grade I started working on my college resume. I took honors and advanced prep classes and studied hard and got straight A's. All my leftover time went into writing my video game." "I remember all that, Thomas. We were very proud of you. I still am." "When Dad died while I was at MIT, I just drove myself harder. Summa cum laude, BS and MS in engineering, my video game on the market for the PC and then the PS3, my hardware accelerator design sold to Sony." "You've worked hard and been incredibly successful." "Yup. I made millions through hard work, and then on top of that I win the California State Lottery this year through pure dumb luck." "Thomas, what does this have to do with letting me stay with you?" I thought about how to say it. "All those years I was working at school and writing software and designing hardware, I missed out on things. Other kids were playing sports; I was doing homework. In college I had some acquaintances but didn't have enough time to really make friends. I didn't go to parties; didn't drink at all, in fact. I stayed in my room and worked on the computer." I took a deep breath. "Mom... I was still a virgin at 23 when I left MIT." "Oh my," said my mother. "Well... there's nothing wrong with that, Dear." "Are you okay talking about this, Mom?" "Certainly," she said. "We're both adults and I'm not a prude. And I'm your mother; you can talk to me about anything." "Okay," I said. "I'll go on, then. When the money really started rolling in I realized that I didn't have to work so hard any more. I bought this place on the coast and hired some help: an accountant, a lawyer, a live-in maid who also cooks. Then when I won the lottery, it was like a message from God: 'Relax. Take some time off. Play a little.'" "Well, that certainly sounds like good advice, Thomas. So are you playing?" "As much as I can, Mom. In every way possible." "What do you mean?" said Mom. "I run and lift weights. I play basketball and touch football and ultimate Frisbee and I've taken up golf." "You must be in very good shape." "I have a live-in personal trainer now. She helps me work out and she's teaching me yoga and karate." "She?" said Mom. "Nela. She's kicks my ass, but she gives great massages. Not to mention that she's drop-dead gorgeous." "Live-in maid, live-in trainer. So maybe you don't have enough room for me to stay with you?" "No, we have plenty of room, Mom. It's just..." I hesitated. "It's just that I'm very hedonistic here. I'm naked a lot, for starters. I'm naked right now, getting some sun by the pool. Could you deal with that if you lived here?" I could sense my mother blushing over the phone. "Well, Thomas, I haven't seen you nude for many years, but I don't think a little European sunbathing will bother me too much." "Mom, it's more than that. I'm kind of a half-time nudist now. I'm nude almost all the time I'm in the backyard. I swim naked, jacuzzi naked. It's so private here that I can even be nude in the front yard too, if I want; I only have a couple of neighbors and they don't care. Naked yoga. Nude massages. Sometimes on hot days I never bother getting dressed at all." "Naked meals?" "Sometimes." "But you'd cover up for your mother, wouldn't you?" I sighed. "That's just it, Mom. I want you here, very much. I love you. But I don't want to change my lifestyle, not one bit. So if you live here with me, you'll have to get used to seeing me in the buff some of the time." Long pause. Then, "I can do that, I think, Dear." I said, "There's more, Mom. I'm not a virgin any more." "Oh, my. Well, that's good, Dear. Do you have a girlfriend?" I said, "Not exactly. But I have a lot of sex. Pretty much anytime I want. And anywhere I want, too. Indoors and outside. If you live here, you're going to see some of it." Silence on the phone. "Mom? Are you still there?" "Yes, I'm here. I just... Who do you have sex with?" "Well, Nela and I make love a lot. Neither one of us can get enough. But we're just friends. I've also gotten to know a lot of girls in the area, and some of them come over occasionally." "More than one at a time?" "Sometimes." "Thomas." "What? I'm having fun, for the first time in my life. I certainly don't want to stop." Mom said, "Are you having sex with the maid, too?" "No. She and her daughter are here from Mexico illegally, so it wouldn't be right for me to have a physical relationship with them. It would be like coercion, even if I wasn't trying that. How could they say no?" "How old is her daughter?" "Esmeralda? She's eighteen now." "So she was what, sixteen when they came to work for you? What kind of mother lets her daughter live around a naked man who has sex in plain sight?" "It's their choice. And I pay them well." "Oh, Thomas," said Mom. "I'm coming out there to stay with you, if only to calm you down." "Okay Mom," I said. "But remember, it's your choice, too. And I'm not planning to change any time soon. My house, my rules." ------------------------------------ I picked Mom up at LAX on a hot afternoon two weeks after her phone call. I hadn't seen her for nearly two years, and when she came through the entrance to baggage claim and smiled at me I almost started to tear up, I was so glad to see her. We hugged. "Thomas, look at you! Tall and tan and fit and handsome. My God, the last time I saw you, you were pasty white from spending all your time hunched over that computer. California certainly agrees with you." "You look great too, Mom, really excellent." It was true. She had a beautiful face that was unmarked by age, and (I noticed for the first time) a killer body that felt firm under my hands as we hugged. She smiled at my compliment. "Thank you, Dear. Careful diet, lots of exercise, and unlike you I stay out of the sun. If you spend as much time by the pool as you say, your skin will be getting all lined and creased in no time. All over," she said, blushing. I had no comeback, so I said "Come on, let's get your bags and head for home." I got her luggage into the M5 and we took off. It was a nice day so I stayed off the freeways and drove up the coast. "It's so beautiful here," she said. "I can understand why you love Southern California." "Yeah, it doesn't suck," I said. "Would you like to stop and get something to eat on the way? I know a lot of good places where we can get a quick lunch, if you're hungry." "I'm a little hungry but they fed us on the plane," she said. "I can wait. And I really would like to get settled right away." "Great," I said. I turned east to take the scenic route through the hills and canyons. "Juana can't wait to cook for you so this will work out fine. She's been shopping and loading up the larder with stuff to make your favorite recipes... at least, the ones I remember you used to like." "Thank you, Dear, but I don't want to be a bother. I can eat whatever you eat." I laughed. "Be careful about that. A lot of the time I eat this health crap that Nela feeds me: lumpy green juice and other stuff that I don't want to know the details of. She says it's good for my, ah, stamina." Mom looked at me. "You mean your sexual stamina?" "Yeah," I said, looking straight ahead. "How many times a day do you have sex?" "Are you sure you want to talk about this, Mom?" I said as I turned onto my road. "I'm curious. How often?" I thought about it. "Well, it's hard to say. Sometimes, depending on what I'm doing, there's really no way to say when one 'time' has ended and another 'time' has started. At times I've spent hours having pretty much continuous sex. If it means anything, I once had ten orgasms in one day. But usually I'd say I have no more than three to five orgasms in a typical day." "Jesus Christ, Thomas!" my mother said. "You fuck like a bunny rabbit!" "Um, not really, Mom." I was mildly shocked by her language; I didn't remember her cursing much. "Sometimes Nela sleeps with me at night and we'll make love a couple of times in the morning. Then we'll work out, and afterwards she'll give me a massage and finish it with a blow job or a hand job. Often a girl or two will come over for lunch and later we may wind up having sex by the pool. It's like that, casual, not bunny-frantic. Are you sure you're okay talking about this stuff?" "If I'm going to see it happening, I have to be able to talk about it," said Mom. We were almost home. "How about you," I said. "How often do you have sex?" Mother was silent for a while. Then she said, "Not often. Hardly at all since your father died. Rob isn't... affectionate that way. He doesn't need it like I do. I'm not even sure he likes it." "But you like it?" Mom grinned. "Oh, yes. Very much. I miss it. Your father was quite the lover." And with that, we were home. I pulled into the long flagstone driveway and parked the BMW near the front door. I blipped the horn to let the women know that we had arrived, popped the trunk, got out and walked around and opened Mom's door. "Thomas... This place is huge!" I grinned. "It's adequate," I said. The front door of the house opened and Juana, her daughter Esmeralda, and Nela walked out to greet us. "You didn't tell me that they're ALL gorgeous," Mom said under her breath. I looked at the trio of women standing on the front porch and agreed with Mom. My Nela, 29, was a stunning, athletic blonde with long, toned legs and large natural breasts that strained against her sports bra. At 35, exotically beautiful Juana was darker, shorter, and voluptuous in the right places. She could pass for an older sister to her 18 year-old daughter Esmaralda who was shorter still, olive skinned like her mother, but delicate and almost willowy thin. "You're living with three beautiful, sexy women," said Mom. I hugged her. "Four, now," I whispered in her ear. She hugged me back hard. The women walked up to where we stood. "Hi Thomas," said Nela. And then, "Hello, I'm Nela. You must be Mrs. Wallace. Wow, I can see where Thomas gets his good looks." They all shook hands. "Please call me Natalie," said Mom. "I'm so glad to be here." Juana said, "We're very happy to have you with us. We have heard much about you from Thomas. Please, you must be exhausted from your travel. Relax and let us collect your luggage. In case you are hungry, I have prepared a light lunch and some wine. Esmeralda will show you to your room, and to the kitchen." ------------------------------------ Half an hour later Mom's luggage was unpacked, we had both grabbed a shower, and now we and "the girls" were seated around the table in the informal dining room. "This is wonderful, Juana," said my mother. "What is it, tilapia?" "Yes, fried simply in butter and garlic. Please, Natalie, from now on tell me what you would like for meals and I will make it for you." "I don't want to be a burden," said Mom. "After this meal I'm guessing that anything you make will be wonderful." Juana shrugged. "It is what I do, and I am happy to do it for Thomas and Nela and now for you. It would make me happy if you will tell me what foods you like." "Okay, but only if you'll let me help you in the kitchen." Juana smiled and her face lit up. "It is a deal." I said, "So, Mom. Now that you're settled, what would you like to do first?" "What would you be doing if I weren't here?" I looked at my watch, then across the table at Nela, who grinned back at me. "Well, I might lay out by the pool and get some sun." "Well then, that's what we'll do," said Mom. "Or," I continued, "since I've been away for a few hours, I might try to talk Nela into having sex with me." "You wouldn't have to try very hard," said Nela. "Maybe sex by the pool in the sun, sort of multi-tasking, you know?" I said. Juana and Esmaralda smiled. "Thomas, please!" said Mom. Nela stood up and kissed my cheek. "Thomas, stop trying to shock your poor mother. You two spend some time getting reacquainted. I'm going to drive down the hill and do a little shopping." She looked at Mom. "It was lovely meeting you, Natalie. I really hope you'll be staying with us for a long time." "Thank you Dear," said my mother. "I hope so, too. It may take me some time to get used to the... lifestyle here, though." ------------------------------------ Another half hour after that I was naked and lying face down on a lounger by the pool, sweating in the hot sun and occasionally sipping at a cold beer. Unknown to me at the time, Mom was in the kitchen talking to Juana and Esmeralda. "Juana, why do you put up with the way my son acts?" "What do you mean, Natalie? He treats us very well here. My pay is very good. He is putting my Esmeralda through college. This is a wonderful home." "I mean... I know he's naked a lot and has sex in the open. Why do you tolerate it?" Juana said, "I knew that Thomas was the way he is before I took this job, Natalie. But then again, all young men have, or want to have, a lot of sex. My own brother went through all the young girls in our town, and according to rumor he also went through many of the not-so-young women. It is true that in Mexico we are not so open with our bodies and I was not used to seeing naked men. But how is it so bad? We can look away if we wish to, but he is a very attractive man; very sexy. So I look. And he is always a gentleman with us, so I know we have nothing to fear from him. In fact, he is too much of a gentleman." "What do you mean?" "I wish that he would court my daughter." "Mom!" Esmeralda said. "Mija, he is smart, handsome, rich... and we have seen that he is an exceptional and caring lover." "True, Mom." Esmeralda was blushing. "Because he likes to make love in front of others, if he fell in love with you I could watch him take your virginity and assure that he was gentle and kind." Esmeralda just continued blushing. "Dios," said Juana, "I would be almost as happy if he showed an interest in me..." "Goodness," said Mom. "I'm not used to being the most conservative person in the house." ------------------------------------ I heard footsteps approaching and then stop next to me. "Nice ass, son," said Mom as she sat on the lounger next to me. She was obviously working on putting up a brave front. "Thanks, Mom," I said. "I work hard to keep my body in shape." "It shows," she said. Mom was wearing a conservative one piece bathing suit that covered all the interesting parts with material thick enough to prevent any suggestive outlines from showing through. Still, it couldn't hide the fact that my mother was a knock-out. "You're going to bake in that thing, Mom. We'll have to go shopping for some bikinis tomorrow." "I'll be fine," she said. "You have a killer body, Mom," I said. "You should flaunt it a little." Mom smiled at me. "Thanks, Dear, I appreciate the compliment. But it seems to me that you're doing enough flaunting for both of us." She settled herself on her lounger, face down. She really does have a nice butt, very choice, I caught myself thinking. Holy crap, this was my mom here. I gave my head a little shake. "Want a beer?" I said. "Sure, whatever you're having," Mom said. I got up and walked to the house and into the kitchen where Esmaralda was doing something at the sink. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and when I turned back around she was watching me from a couple of feet away. At six-one, I towered over her little frame. As always, she stared at my body for a few seconds before making eye contact. "Is there anything you need, Thomas?" she said. And as always, I stifled my automatic sexual reply. Yes, I'd really love to tell you what I think you could do for me, but no, I'm not going to. "Nope, thanks Hun. Just getting a beer for my mother." I turned and padded away. "Here's your beer, Mom." I held it towards her and waited while she looked around and then up at me. Her gaze locked onto my groin and held. "Jesus Christ, Thomas, you're hung like a horse!" she blurted. I looked down. I was maybe a quarter erect, as I tend to be almost all the time when it's warm and sunny and I'm naked. "People who say that have never actually seen a horse," I said. She made no move to take the beer and her eyes stayed on my dick. "But... it's big! Maybe too big." "It's not that big, Mom. Eight inches, and kind of thick. But it fits all the important places on Nela just right." "Thomas! You shouldn't talk to your mother about such things." "My house, my rules, Mom. But if you really think that's true, then maybe you shouldn't be staring at your son's cock this long." She finally looked up at me. "Touche," she said. She grabbed the beer and took a long drink, polishing off about half the bottle. She looked back down at my dick. "Jesus Christ," she said again, and finished off the beer. "Want another before I sit down, Mom?" I said. "No, thanks. But it was really good. I don't think I've ever had beer that good." "It's Mexican ale, Negra Modelo. What kind of beer do you usually drink?" "Your father didn't drink at all. Rob drinks Bud Light." "Oh, ick," I said. "My house, my rules. I'm going to introduce you to some of the better things in life, starting with the world's decent beers." Intervention ------------------------------------ Another half hour after that a very naked Nela walked out to the pool and lay down on the lounger on the other side of my mother. "Oh my," said my mom. "Great. That body sure takes the wind out of an old lady's sails." I at least had to agree that Nela was pure wonderfulness. Her lovely body was lightly and evenly rotisserie tanned. Every muscle was toned to perfection. Her ass was a perfect firm heart shape. Her breasts were large for her athletic frame, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. "Please," said Nela. "You're beautiful, and it's obvious that you're in wonderful shape. That's an expert opinion, by the way. May I ask how old you are?" "I'm forty-four," said Mom. "Shit," said Nela. "I hope I can find a way to look as good as you when I'm forty-four. I'm not sure I look that good now. If I didn't know for certain that you had a grown son, I'd never believe that you're older than maybe mid-thirties." Mom smiled at Nela, a very warm smile. "Thank you, Sweetie." The three of us lay there mostly in silence for the next hour, drinking beer and enjoying the sun. Every once in a while we'd hop in the pool to cool down. After a while Mom started fidgeting. "It's hot," she said. "Maybe I should go inside." I said, "Hop in the pool and cool off, Mom." Silence. Then, "It's not just that. I'm starting to feel weird being the only one who's dressed out here." Nela laughed. "It's the 'nude beach' effect, Natalie. You go there and everybody is naked but you're too shy to go naked yourself. After a while you realize that you feel different from everyone and it's only when you finally strip off that you feel less exposed." "Why don't you take your bathing suit off, Mom?" I said. "You'll be much cooler. And I'm here to tell you from experience that baring it all outside is good for the soul." "Shit, I don't know if I can," said Mom. "I was raised to protect my virginity and clothe my naughty parts at all costs. I don't know how you guys can be so casual about this." "No pressure. But think of it this way," said Nela. "Nudity and sex are two different things. We're naked all the time without having sex. We can also have sex without being naked. And more importantly, there's nothing wrong with either sex or nudity, we've just been taught that there is. You're with people that like you and love you, and you can trust us not to judge you either way." Mom was silent for a while. Then she said, "Okay, I'm going to do it. But I want to trade loungers with Nela. And no fair peeking while I get undressed." "Deal," we both said at the same time. Mom and Nela exchanged loungers, so Nela was now sitting next to me. She automatically reached out and took my hand. I closed my eyes. I admitted to myself that I was looking forward to seeing my mother nude. We heard some shuffling around, and then Mom said, "Okay... God help me, I'm nakkies here." I opened my eyes and looked at my mother. She was laying on her back on the lounger with her eyes squeezed shut, maybe anticipating something terrible. Oh my God, I thought, this is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her body was flawless. Her breasts were full and round and her nipples were hard (excited?) and crying out for attention. Her waist was tiny. Her muscles were toned and if there was an ounce of fat on her, it belonged there. Unlike Nela who waxed religiously, my mother had a sparse growth of pubic hair around a pussy that looked custom made for licking and sucking and... Goddamn, stop it!! I told myself. "Oh fuck," said Nela. "I knew it. You're perfect, Natalie." Mom opened her eyes and looked at Natalie. "I'm old and yucky," she said. "You're young and beautiful." Nela placed a hand on my mother's waist. I heard Mom's sharp intake of breath. "I can double and redouble my workouts and I'll still never have abs like yours," said Nela. She moved her hand to cup my mother's breast and I heard Mom gasp again. "Or tits like these," she said. "I'm cursed by bad genetics. I'm fifteen years younger than you but right now, looking at you like this, I think your body looks younger and better than mine. What do you think, Thomas?" Both women looked at me, and then down at my dick... Which I suddenly realized was throbbing at full attention. My open minded Nela just chuckled, but Mom stared at me with her mouth agape. "Is... is that for me?" she said. "Mom, I'm so sorry," I said. "I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking at all. I was just... You're... I can't help it. You're so fucking beautiful. I have the two most attractive women in greater Los Angeles, naked, right next to me. Give a guy a break." "I like that you think I'm pretty," Mom said in a low voice. She was still staring at my erect penis. "My God," she said. "Pretty doesn't begin to cover it, Natalie," Nela said. "Your one flaw is that uneven tan line, and from this point forward we'll work on that religiously." She reached down into a little purse and came up with tanning oil. "Special stuff," she said. "Helps you tan while keeping the most harmful rays away from your skin. May I?" She poured oil onto her hands and before Mom could answer Nela began rubbing it onto Mom's legs and tummy. While this was happening, Mom continued to stare at my hard, now dripping, cock. When Nela started rubbing oil onto Mom's tits, Mom's eyes finally closed and she let out a soft moan. Nela looked at me to make sure I was watching her hands on Mom, then she started rubbing Mom's nipples with her thumbs. Mom groaned and her whole body shivered. "I... oh God, what are you doing?" she gasped. "Just putting some suntan oil on a new friend," said Nela. She rubbed oil onto Mom's upper chest and went back and gave both her nipples a little tweak in a finishing touch that made Mom gasp. "Careful, Mom," I said. "I don't think I told you: Nela is bisexual." "That's right," said Nela, "I am. And any time you need one of my 'special massages' you let me know, Natalie." She turned to me and wrapped her hand around my erection. "Now Thomas, what are we going to do about this hard cock of yours?" Without waiting for a response, she bent down and took every inch of it into her mouth. I groaned and grabbed her head as it bobbed up and down my shaft. Nela is an excellent cocksucker. She seems to have no gag reflex, and I'll never know how she builds up so much suction. She started the little humming she does because she knows I like the vibration. Then I remembered that my mother was here with us. I looked over at her, expecting her to either be gone or to have her eyes squeezed shut. Instead, Mom was wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open as she watched Nela's mouth moving along my rigid cock. She looked at me with no change of expression, then immediately back down at the fine work that Nela was doing. "I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "I wasn't planning on shocking you like this quite so soon." Mom looked back up at me. "Thomas... I'm not shocked. Well, yes, I am shocked. But I'm fascinated. You are both so beautiful, and your cock is so big and hard, and she's so good at what she's doing... This is like watching a good porn flick. In person." She moved over to the lounger next to me to get closer to the action. "Frankly, son, it's making me horny." Nela said, "I heard that," and without another word she quickly reversed her position and began licking my mother's clit. "Oh God," my mother gasped as Nela spread Mom's legs and grabbed her ass and began eating her pussy in earnest. "Oh... Oh... That feels so good. Oh, what am I doing?" My right hand was slowly stroking my cock. I reached over and held my mother's hand with my left. "My house, my rules, Mom. Rule number one is 'Relax and enjoy.' Nela is really, really good at what she's doing." "Yes... I can tell... I shouldn't be doing this... in front of you," she said between moans and gasps. "And I've never... been... Oh, God, yes!... with a woman..." She looked over at me, then down to watch my hand stroking my hard, wet cock. "Hello," said Juana and Esmeralda, appearing next to us. "We thought you might like more beer," said Esmeralda. She set down a bucket holding six icy Bohemia bottles, then stood back and just watched our naked trio for a while: me slowly jacking my erection and holding my mother's hand; Nela working my mother's pussy for all she was worth; Mom writhing on her lounger and looking incredibly sexy and flustered at the same time. "Thanks, Esmeralda, you're a lifesaver," I said. "This... is... so weird..." said Mom. "Would you like anything else, Thomas?" Juana said. "Oh... OH... OOOOH... I'm gonna cum!! I'm gonna... AAAAAAAAHH!!!!" We watched as my Mom, who had been moaning but fairly quietly up until now, tensed up and then thrashed around and let out a shriek so loud that my neighbors must have heard it. Her hand squeezed mine so tightly it hurt. Nela looked up at me and said, "Thomas, your mother is delicious!" before diving back down to lap up Mom's cum juices. Meanwhile, my mother was twisting around under Nela until they were lying in the 69 position. I said, "No thanks, Juana. It seems as though we have everything we need for now. Why don't you two have a beer?" "Thanks, I think I will," she said. They each grabbed one and sat down on the open lounger and we all watched as the Nela and Natalie worked each other over. Nela didn't lift off of Mom but started moaning as she felt her pussy being attacked from below. Mom's arms were wrapped around Nela's lower back and I could hear slurping sounds coming from the direction of Mom's face. Nela opened her legs and got onto her knees to give Mom more room to work, and that got my attention as Nela's cute little ass was now up and available. I got up and positioned myself behind Nela, standing right in front of Juana and Esmeralda who watched quietly as I stroked myself. I put one hand on Nela's ass while with the other one I guided my cock into her tight little snatch. Nela gave a little yelp as I groaned and buried myself deep inside her. I looked down and saw my mother looking back up at me, startled as she felt my balls hit her forehead. I smiled at her as I began to pump into Nela. Mom had certainly come a long way in a short time. The combination of Mom's tongue and my cock quickly sent Nela into orgasm. She's a bit of a squirter and I felt my cock bathed in her juices as her pussy clenched tightly around me. Fuck, it felt good. The exhibitionist in me was going wild as I pounded into Nela with Juana and Esmeralda watching me from the side and my mother watching from below. I felt my orgasm beginning and I could tell that it was going to be a strong one. Suddenly I felt my mother's tongue on the underside of my cock. My God, my own mother was licking my dick as it pistoned into Nela's juicy little pussy. I was just about to blow my nut and in the heat of the moment I thought about cumming in Mom's mouth. But no, I wasn't sure she could handle that and I wasn't positive I'd be happy with myself if I did it, either, and it might finally be the one thing that offended the Mexican ladies. Instead, I drove deeply into Nela and groaned in pleasure as a burst cum shot out of my dick and into my lover. I think my mom recognized that I was cumming because she suddenly sucked hard on Nela's clit and pushed her over the edge again to cum with me. Nela moaned and I felt her pussy muscles milking me again, this time actually milking the cum from my hard cock. Jesus Christ it felt good; I don't know how I avoided passing out. When I pulled out of Nela my cock was still pretty hard, and one last shot dropped down onto Mom's face. But I don't think she noticed: she was still working on Nela, bringing her down from her own orgasm. She moved her mouth off of Nela's sensitive clit and started licking and sucking her pussy lips. She stuck her tongue deep in Nela's hole, then surprised me by sucking her cunt hard. My mother was sucking my cum from Nela's pussy! Maybe I should have cum in her mouth after all. Sweat was running down my body from the exertion in the hot sun. I sat down on the lounger between Juana and Esmeralda and grabbed a beer. "I really need this," I said, and downed the whole bottle in one go. Juana and her daughter each rested a hand on my thighs, which surprised me again: I couldn't remember when either of them had touched me like this. Nela groaned and dragged herself off of my mother and collapsed in the other lounger. My mother looked up at us. Her face was flushed and wet from the combination of Nela's pussy juices and my spunk. She licked her lips. "I'm going to hell," she said. ------------------------------------ "Hello?" "Tina, it's Mom." "Hi Mom! How are you?" "I'm in California, at your brother's house. Tina, we need to hold an intervention. I came here to do it myself, but I'm afraid I'm failing miserably. Can you fly out?" "Oh no, what is it? Drugs? Alcohol?" "Nothing like that, Honey. But I need you here. Can you come?" "I'm on my way, Mom." Intervention My fiancée's girlfriends were becoming a little apprehensive about the changes Angel was exhibiting since we had started dating. They had noticed her attire had become much more suggestive, and her make up more severe. There were other changes too. She was now sporting a tattoo on her right shoulder, an angel/mermaid holding a heart with my name on it. She also had taken up, smoking pot on a regular basis, joined an S & M Club, took stripping lessons and often attended risqué plays and performances. For a formerly demure, Christian lady, this change in behavior was a bit shocking to the friends she had grown up with and had been fellow members of the Bluebirds, International Order of Rainbow for Girls. They were afraid she had fallen under the spell of a perverted Svengali and was well on the road to sin and degradation. Something had to be done. They all agreed that an intervention was needed. On the pretence of giving her a birthday party at her house, their plan was set. She would be confronted and they would help her get out from under my wicked spell. Angel, however, sensed their concerns and planned a special little demonstration to show them that I was completely under her control, and how harmless I really was. On the day of the party, she told me she was having some friends over that evening and my services would be required. She then ordered me to strip naked, and shave off my full beard which I have worn for twenty years! She then applied a pink smelly lotion all over my body and after a few minutes, I could feel my whole skin tingling. She then told me to shower. I could see my body hair falling on the shower floor and wept a little as my masculinity washed down the drain. After my showering she touched up a few spots with a razor. She then applied a sweet smelling lotion on my stinging, denuded body and securely fastened my cock cage in place. She then made me put on a pair of black silk panties with matching stuffed bra, garter belt, hose and heels. Angel and I wear the same size clothes and shoes, so I assumed these items were from her wardrobe. I must admit the silk felt smooth and sexy against my bare skin! Walking in heels was very difficult at first and I kept tripping and falling but after a couple of hours practice, I managed to do better. Next she had me sit down at her makeup table while she proceeded to apply full makeup to my face giving me a kind of slutty look. She then fastened a blond wig on my head. She had me put on a black and white French maid's uniform including a short skirt which came down just below my ass with a low cut top, frilly apron, and a white maid's cap. She then led me over to the mirror. I was completely shocked! The image that I saw reflecting in the mirror was no longer the macho male I had always regarded myself as, but a sweet little feminine, sissy maid! I couldn't believe the transformation! She explained to me that my duties this evening would include serving as their maid, and doing whatever she told me, without hesitation. How could I face her girlfriends like this! She had never publically humiliated me before! I had previously met these women as the "macho boyfriend," and this would be very embarrassing indeed, but I knew better than to question her demands and submissively agreed. The ladies arrived at 5pm and sat in the living room making small talk while I was hidden in the bedroom. After a few minutes, her oldest friend, Antoinette started the ball rolling by saying, "Angel, this is not just a birthday party. We are all really worried about you. This is an intervention! Since he came into your life, you have changed so much! We are afraid he's manipulating you and you have fallen completely under his control and power..." Angel interrupted her by saying, "Excuse me Antoinette; would you ladies, like some tea?" They all agreed and Angel rang a little bell. I entered the room, walking in a feminine fashion as Angel had instructed me to do, carrying a silver tray with teapot, teacups, cream, sugar, napkins and assorted sweets. I was blushing from head to toe. When her girlfriends saw me dressed in my French maid's outfit, they were astonished and a dead silence fell across the room which was then followed by a roar of laughter. At first they thought it was some kind of practical joke but Angel assured them it was no joke. She explained to them while I curtsied to each woman, passing the cups and pouring the tea that I was completely under her control. She then made me lift my apron and skirt to show them my cock cage. I felt completely humiliated as I explained in a high feminine voice that she had made me practice, that Angel controlled all of my orgasms. I was then told to go around to each woman so they could inspect my encaged cock more closely. They pinched and patted my ass and fondled my cock, snickering and remarking, "What a cute little penis, and soft bottom, no wonder she dresses him in drag!" or "Oh look, his whole body is shaved smooth, isn't that cute?" I was completely humiliated, my face turning a bright red with embarrassment! Angel then made me kneel beside her and kiss her feet while she answered her friend's questions. She told them that "I was her slave, maid, sex toy and cuckold. I preformed all the household duties and I would help her get ready for dates, clean the apartment while she was out fucking whomever she wanted, and would then lick and suck her clean when she got home." Her friends, although completely shocked, now realizing that Angel was not in any danger of being taken advantage of, began to enjoy the situation, joined in the fun and began taunting her sissy maid. "What do you do if she misbehaves?" Robin asked. "There are several punishments I use," replied Angel. "But mostly I put her across my knee and spank her bare bottom until it is bright red and she is crying like a little girl." "Oh I'd love to see that!" said Antoinette. "Oh, I'll do better than that," said Angel, "I'll let you spank her yourself, would you like that?" "I'd love to!" replied Antoinette, "Me too!" said Robin. "We will all take turns." said Angel, "and while she is being spanked, I think I will have her suck some pussy, any takers?" "Oh yes!", "Me too!", "I'll take some of that!" Her girlfriends replied. All the women cheered and laughed as I was spanked unmercifully and forced to suck each woman's pussy until they came. I couldn't help but notice that each cunt had a different flavor and each woman made different sounds as they came. I guess I had always known this, but doing it in rapid succession, made it more apparent. After I had given each woman and orgasm and thanked them for the pleasure of sucking them, I was excused. "Well," said Antoinette, "I can see we have no cause for concern here, it appears he's really a sissy in wolf's clothing. Nice going girlfriend. Is there any chance we can take turns, borrowing him occasionally?" "Yes," her other friends asked, "Can we use her too?" "We'll see," said Angel, "We'll see." Intervention Please note, this is a re-post of a previous story with the same title. I pulled it to edit and polish it up for a free read submission to excessica. There is a mild girl-on-girl scene in this story, so if that's not your cup of tea, you might want to skip over it. Thanks for reading me! Don't forget to vote! * * * * Ashley and Paula were roommates in college. Once they graduated, they got an apartment together and began living in the real world. Both in their late twenties, Ashley found a job as a medical assistant and Paula, was hired as a computer systems analyst. As best of friends, they'd been often mistaken as sisters with their tall, dark haired beauty, aside from Ashley having blue eyes and Paula having hazel. It was no big surprise when they started dating brothers. Mark and Eric were both devastatingly handsome with their tall muscled bodies and when paired with their girlfriends they often turned heads. When Eric had mentioned moving in with Paula, Ashley had half expected Mark bring up the subject also. While their relationship was rocky, she assumed it was stress from his job as an intern in the next town over. Even though Mark tried, it seemed as though his heart just wasn't in it. When he wasn't working, he often sat around his parent's home watching sports or playing video games, without Ashley to harp on him about it. Which is the one reason he still refused to move out. Although Paula and Eric are engaged to be married, Ashley doesn't feel like an outsider. She honestly likes him. Eric, who just turned thirty-three, is a doctor with his own practice, and is also her boss. She was the one who'd introduced him to Paula. Both women have tried to convince Mark to move in or find an apartment together with Ashley so Paula can live with Eric. So far Mark has flat refused, but when he'd visit, he'd always leave a huge mess and an upset Ashley in his wake. * * * * Ashley came in the door to see Mark putting his coat on and a greasy pizza box laying on her coffee-table, along with various debris of a half eaten meal. When he headed for the door without picking it up, her temper flared. "I don't care how you are at home, Mark. When you come here, you have to clean up after yourself. You're a grown adult!" "Well, honey, you ain't my momma, and even she don't tell me what to do," he replied. "I will call you later." He kissed her cheek and raced out the door. "Why don't you just cut him loose, Ash?" Paula asked, entering the room after Mark had left. "I can't, Paula. I love him." "You've been dating two years now and he refuses to take your relationship to the next level. He's dead weight, Ash. It's time to move on." "I think he's just unsure of himself," Ashley responded. "Unsure of himself? Eric has told me Mark went through women like they were nothing more than playthings before he met you. The one girl he did get serious with ended up cheating on him." "That would explain why he's afraid of commitment, Paula." Ashley shrugged while she cleaned up after Mark, again. "How are things in the bedroom with the two of you?" Paula asked. "Okay, I guess." Ashley blushed at the question. "Just okay? Have you ever had an orgasm with him?" "I've never had an orgasm," Ashley confessed and looked away from her friend, her face hot with embarrassment. "Never? Not even with Steve or Andy?" "No. Let's just drop it, I don't want to argue." "We're not arguing, Ash. It's just—" "Drop it please!" Ashley begged. "Okay, but I still think you could do so much better." "It's Friday. What do you wanna do tonight?" "I invited a few friends over to watch movies." "Cool. I gotta go or I'm gonna be late. I'll see you tonight, Paula." "See ya, Ash." Paula watched her roommate race out the door. "Mark is history!" she said aloud then turned and walked into the kitchen to fix herself breakfast. * * * * "Ashley doesn't know the real reason I invited everyone over tonight, Eric, so just play it cool," Paula said as she sat down at the small table in the kitchen. "She's not gonna be happy when she realizes what we're doing, Paula." Eric raked his hands through his collar length hair while leaning back in his chair. He let out a heavy sigh. "I know, but she'll thank us later. Besides, I think she and Jack would make a great couple." "Your brother is a good guy, but I just don't think Ashley is interested in him that way." "Yeah, well he's been in love with her for as long as I can remember. Eventually she'll realize how good he'd be for her." Paula took a sip of her soda. "Everyone else should be here in a few minutes. Ashley called and said she was gonna be late, she had to stop by your parents' to talk with Mark for a few minutes." "Does Ashley know Mark's not coming tonight?" "No, but I'm sure she'll find out. Your dad has some big shindig going on and he wants Mark there—networking or some such nonsense. That's why I planned this intervention for this particular night, I knew Mark wouldn't be here." "It's best that he isn't here. I'd never hear the end of it from him or my parents if they knew what was going on tonight. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but he's gotta realize sooner or later he can't treat women the way he does," Eric said, taking their plates to the sink. * * * * "So, what movies did you decide on?" Their friend Sarah took a seat on the couch. "Appropriate ones for the theme of the evening," Paula answered. "Which would be?" "I chose The Break-up and War of the Roses." She made no attempt to hide the sly grin on her face. "Ooh! Good choices!" There was a knock at the door and Paula excused herself to answer it. Tim and Julie stood there smiling, Tim holding a bottle of wine. "Come on in. "What's the wine for?" "You know we can never come here empty handed, Paula. We figured you already had popcorn." Tim grinned as he crossed the living room and into the kitchen. "Yeah, we may need the wine later anyway with what you plan on doing," Julie chimed in. "What does she plan on doing?" Ashley asked as she came out of her room, freshly showered and wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Everyone clammed up when Ashley entered the room. She greeted Tim, Julie and Sarah, then took a seat beside Sarah on the couch. "So, everyone got quiet suddenly. What's going on Paula?" Ashley eyed her roommate curiously. "What makes you think something's going on?" "Everyone stopped talking when I came into the room." She took a handful of chips from the table in front of her. "Just seems kinda odd." "Where's Mark?" Sarah asked, directing Ashley's attention away from Paula. "Oh his dad had some party going on tonight. He said something about finding a new job," Ashley replied. "I don't know what's wrong with the job he has now." "So he's not coming?" "Nope. I'm flyin' solo tonight." "Me too. Adam had to work and couldn't get the night off. He said he'd try to stop by later if he wasn't too tired, but I suspect we won't see him," Sarah replied settling back on the couch. "Speaking of which—where's Eric?" Ashley directed her question toward Paula. "He ran to Blockbuster to get the movies, he should be back in a few minutes," Paula placed another bowl of chips on the table in front of Sarah and Ashley. Ashley turned to Sarah. "Did I tell you Mark's looking into buying a condo?" "No, you didn't. You mean he's finally gonna get out of his parents' house?" "Yeah. He wants to look out of state, though. He was talking about moving out west." There was a slight sadness in her tone of voice. "Where out west?" Sarah asked. "He mentioned Oregon or Nevada. Honestly, I think he wants to live in Vegas," Ashley replied. "When did this come about?" Paula asked. "Last week. Didn't I tell you?" Ashley looked up at Paula and saw a look of uncertainty on her face. "No, you neglected to mention that." "Why are you angry? This will give you the opportunity to have your own place with Eric." "So if Mark gets a condo out west, you're moving with him?" "That was the plan, yeah." Ashley sensed Paula's anger but continued, "Is there a problem with me moving?" "You can't seriously be thinking of—" Paula started, she stopped abruptly, turned and walked back to the kitchen. Ashley was about to reply to her roommate but was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I'll get it." Glancing over her shoulder one last time, she let out a heavy sigh. "What the hell is her problem?" she said under her breath as she opened the door. "What's who's problem?" Eric asked. "Your fiancée, Eric. I mentioned your brother is thinking about buying a condo out west and he asked me to move with him and she's freaking out." "Eric scanned the room and smiled at their friends. Turning his attention back to Ashley, he said, "well, she does think you'd be better off—" Eric cut himself off when he saw Paula glare at him "Oops! I think I said something I shouldn't have." He placed the movies on the table in front of Sarah and Ashley and made his way into the kitchen. "Something is going on here!" Ashley snapped. "You're all here to convince me to break up with Mark, aren't you?" She glanced around the room at the people she considered friends. None of them would look her in the eye. "Well, your silence speaks volumes." She stormed off into her room. "Big mouth!" Paula glared at Eric. "Couldn't you have just kept it quiet for a few more minutes?" "I didn't know you hadn't already started the 'intervention'." Eric raised his hands and made quote marks in the air when he said the word intervention. "What's done is done. Let her stew for a bit. I'll talk to her later." "Who wants popcorn?" Tim asked, trying to break the tension in the air. * * * * "Look everyone, I'm sorry. It was just a bit of a surprise when I realized you were all here to convince me to break up with Mark," Ashley said, standing in the doorway of the living room half an hour later. "It's okay Ash, we shouldn't have gone about it like this," Paula replied. "We haven't gotten very far into the movie, you want us to start it over?" "No, I think I'll sit this one out." Ashley turned and made her way to the kitchen to fix herself a snack. "Jack's coming by later," Paula called from the living room "Really?" Ashley's voice perked up at the mention of Jack's name She stopped and stood in the archway separating the kitchen from the living room. "When?" "He said around nine after he gets out of work." Paula noticed the change in Ashley's tone of voice when she mentioned her brother's name and smiled softly. "What's he been up to lately?" "Just working mostly. He broke up with Tanya last week and he's—sad—another relationship has ended. I invited him over so we could try to cheer him up." "Oh—well—um—let me know when he gets here, I'll come out and say hi." Ashley turned back to the kitchen. "What are you up to now?" Sarah whispered. "Oh nothing," Paula replied, a devilish grin across her face. "Nothing at all." "Don't go playing matchmaker, Paula. You know it always ends in disaster when you do." "I don't think I'll have to do much of anything, Eric. Ash can't deny her attraction to my brother forever. Besides, it'll do her some good to have someone besides Mark interested in her, maybe it'll make it easier for her to cut the bastard loose." "Hey! I may have agreed to be part of this, but Mark is still my brother, Paula. Just watch what you say about him." Eric tried to look offended, but he knew what a jackass his brother could be. * * * * Ashley stood in the kitchen, peeking around the corner as Jack greeted everyone in the other room. She saw him looking around and figured he was looking for her. She turned and took a few steps to the counter where the toaster was and leaned over to look at her reflection. "God, I look hideous!" she said, running her fingers through her hair and straightening her clothing. "No, you look beautiful as always, Ash," a male voice from behind her replied. His voice startled her and she jumped when she heard it. "Jack! You scared the shit out of me!" "Sorry." He flashed a wickedly sexy grin at her and leaned against the door frame separating the kitchen and the living room, one foot crossed over the other and his arms folded in front of him. Jack was two years older than Paula. He stood about six foot with collar length brown hair and violet eyes. She often wondered where he'd gotten his incredibly sexy eyes from because no one in his family had eyes like his. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was in good shape. He had a broad chest, slim waist and hips leading down into long muscular legs. His jeans weren't skin tight, but they were tight enough to have women thinking all sorts of sinful thoughts about him, especially Ashley. Ashley felt as if he were looking into her soul whenever she saw him. His presence was always unsettling to her and she found herself fumbling with her words as well as her actions. This time was no different. She fumbled with the dishes in the sink, dropping one to the floor when she turned to face him. She mumbled incoherently and refused to make eye contact with him. As she gathered up the pieces of the broken dish, she heard Paula's voice call out from the other room. "Are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine," Ashley replied to Paula. "Just clumsy," she added quietly to herself. "Do you want some help?" "No, thanks. I'll be fine. I'll be out in a minute." "I can wait, I want to talk with you." "I—I have to finish the dishes, Jack." Ashley righted herself after she cleaned up the last of the broken dish. "It may be a bit before I'm done." "Like I said, I can wait." He took a few steps toward her and stopped when he saw her body tense and she took a step back. "I—you—can you wait in the living room?" she stammered, still refusing to look at him. "What's wrong, Ashley? Do I make you nervous?" "Yes—no—just go wait in the living room please, Jack?" Jack ignored her request and approached her again. He stood directly behind her at the sink and ran his hands down the length of her bare arms, feeling her tremble under his touch. "You can't deny the attraction between us forever, Ash." The longing in his voice surprised her and she couldn't help herself when he stepped closer. Her voice caught in her throat and she found she couldn't answer him. Instead she melted against him, feeling his arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer. She laid her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes, breathing in his wonderful scent. His favorite cologne was Preferred Stock. Ashley always loved the smell of it despite Mark hating it. It always smelled especially good on Jack. "Wha—what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. "Something I should have done a very long time ago." He turned her in his arms. Jack cradled her face in his hands and tilted Ashley's head up to face him. She still wouldn't make eye contact with him. He bowed his head and captured her lips with his own. He kept the kiss light, but allowed her to feel the desire he felt for her. She ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders then tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. He ran one hand up her side, causing her to shiver again. That same hand found her breast and cupped it gently while his thumb played lightly across the hard nipple through the material of her t-shirt and bra. She arched her back into his hand and heard him let out a soft moan. He tore his lips from hers and left a trail of fiery kisses down her neck to her collarbone. His other hand cupped her firm ass and pulled her even closer against him, causing his rapidly growing erection to press intimately into her belly. "Ahem!" a voice from the doorway said. Jack and Ashley pulled away from each other as if they were both too hot to touch. "Paula! I—we—nothing happened!" Ashley choked out. "Sure, whatever you say," she snickered. "I was just wondering when the two of you were going to join us." "I—I need to finish up here." Ashley turned back to the sink ignoring the fact she'd just been busted by her roommate, making out in the kitchen. Her body was on fire from Jack's kisses and his touch and she could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. A blush suffused her cheeks as she glanced back at Paula who was grinning broadly at her. Jack stared at Ashley in disbelief then glanced at his sister who was looking at him sympathetically. He ran his fingers through his hair then pushed his way past Paula and into the living room. He pulled his shirt down to hide the bulge in his jeans and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heartbeat. * * * * "I'm glad you decided not to stay in your room all night, Ash," Paula said while the two women carried empty popcorn bowls into the kitchen. "I didn't want to spoil everyone's fun, Paula. Besides, I know you all meant well. I'm sorry I got angry." "So what's going on with you and my brother?" Paula blurted out. "Things looked pretty heated between the two of you earlier." Ashley blushed from her toes to her hairline. "Okay, something did happen, as if you didn't know. But it was a mistake. I asked him to wait in the living room and next thing I know he's kissing me." "Yeah, well you didn't look like you were putting up much of a fight from what I saw." "There's nothing going on between me and Jack. I love Mark. I'm going to move with him when he gets his condo." Ashley knew full well she was lying to herself and to Paula about how she felt about Jack. "You know Jack has had a crush on you since we were in college, don't you?" "Yeah, I know. You've told me more than once. I seem to recall you even tried to set us up a few times when Mark and I were having problems." "I just think you and Jack would—" "Look, Paula," Ashley interrupted, "I like Jack, but just as a friend. There'll never be anything more between us. I just wish you'd drop the idea of us being together." "But—" "No! I said drop it, Paula. You tried and failed to break up Mark and I. Now, I don't want to hear another word about it." "Fine, but when he breaks your heart, don't come cryin' to me." Paula stormed out of the kitchen, heading for her bedroom. "Jesus," Ashley muttered. "What the hell's gotten into her?" * * * * Ashley finished cleaning up the dishes then stood at the sink staring blankly at the wall. She knew what Paula said was right, she didn't fight Jack when he kissed her. Her thoughts drifted to Mark. She loved him and was willing to move with him, but she knew it would also mean rarely getting to see Jack or any of her other friends again. Could she deal with that? "Shit." She slowly headed to Paula's room and knocked quietly on the door. "Paula? Are you still awake?" "Yeah," came Paula's reply from behind the door. "Can I come in for a minute?" "Sure." Ashley opened the door slowly and stepped into Paula's room. She saw Paula sitting on her bed, her feet stretched out, leaning against the headboard, reading a book. "Look Paula, I'm really confused right now. The kiss between Jack and me ignited things I never knew existed. But at the same time, I love Mark and it'd break my heart if I let him leave and move across the country." "It's okay, Ash. I know you're confused." "Jack's a really great guy and he deserves someone better than me." "Tell him that." Paula saw the look of hurt in Ashley's eyes and immediately regretted her words. "I'm sorry," she said as she watched Ashley turn and walk out of her room. "Please don't make this any more difficult than it already is." She stopped and turned to face Paula again. "I'm not angry with you. Just confused." She paused for a moment before she turned and walked toward the door again. "I'm gonna head to bed, Paula. Good night." She pulled Paula's door closed and headed to her own room.