18 comments/ 368703 views/ 234 favorites Mrs. Daniels By: AreaMan Patterson Daniels was one of those quiet guys who managed to seem cool even if you didn't know him all that well. Decent grades. Pretty good jump shot. He wasn't going to be the loudest guy in the frat house, but he'd crack you up with a one-liner when you least expected it. He helped me change a tire in the dorm parking lot once. And he let shit roll off of him when you were kidding around. Too many other guys take everything too seriously. Life's too short for that. I liked him. My folks took a skiing vacation out west during Thanksgiving break my senior year, and with no hesitation, Patterson invited me to his parents' house in Greenville for the holiday. I tried to sound nonchalant as I accepted, but deep inside, I was grateful beyond words. I was almost 22 and all, but no one wants to be alone for a week. I packed a suitcase, climbed into his truck and drove west with him on the Sunday before Thanksgiving while the Clash pounded out London Calling on the cd player. His dad left a pile of leaves he'd been raking, then walked up to the car when we turned into the driveway. "Hey, buddy," he said, giving his son a hug. It felt like a moment out of "My Three Sons." I was glad to be there. We talked about football for a few minutes, then pulled out our bags and walked up the steps. Patterson took me downstairs to the rec room. Pool table, sleeper sofa, stereo, tv. Not a bad set-up, especially compared to cinder-block dorm room life. "I'm gonna grab a shower," he said. "Dinner's probably going to be around 7. Mom should be back from the store soon. Make yourself at home." I flipped on Sports Center and headed for the mini kitchen, hoping to find a beer. Patterson's mom stood next to the refrigerator, unloading groceries on the counter. She had slipped off her heels, but her business suit still conveyed power. She was a lawyer and a member of the Greenville City Council. I won't say she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but she certainly was attractive – fashionably dressed, long red nails, horn-rimmed glasses and wavy brown hair. Some guys would say she was overweight, but I liked the places she carried it. In fact, I liked the way she looked a lot. "You must be Jack," she said. "I'm Patterson's mom." "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Daniels," I said. "Can I give you a hand with something?" "I'm just about finished," she said. "A beer would sure be nice." I grabbed a couple from the fridge, popped one open and handed it to her. She had taken off her jacket, and her blouse offered a generous view of cleavage as we sipped our drinks. "Patterson says you're studying city management," she said. "God knows, our town could use some." We shared a laugh and she sat down on one of the bar stools. "I'm looking at planning," I said. "I like the give and take of economic growth vs. quality of life and environment. I think it's kind of cool to make projections and recommendations that will affect a town's growth for decades." I paused for a minute. "I guess that sounds pretty wonky, huh." "Um ... yeah," she said with a smile. "It's an interesting dynamic, though, especially when politics enters the picture." She told me about a couple of contentious rezoning issues the council had recently voted on. Land use plans aren't exactly a hot topic of conversation among college kids, so it was pretty cool to talk to her. She obviously knew her shit. "I'll email you some background info," she said. "You and some of your profs might get off on a discussion about real-life issues for a change." She put a hand on my shoulder and leaned on it for support as she stood. "You're an interesting guy, Jack," she said. Patterson's dad headed for the airport an hour later, bags packed for a three-day business trip. Patterson and I grilled steaks while his mom baked potatoes and made a salad. We talked about school and college life. Mrs. Daniels told me embarrassing stories about Patterson. It felt good to laugh in their home. We loaded the dishwasher, and Patterson went into the den to find a ballgame on television. As I closed the dishwasher door, Mrs. Daniels bent at the waist and leaned over to slide her heels back on. I blushed in surprise at the bountiful view of cleavage on display in front of me. She looked up at me and smiled. "Have to hurry or I'll be late for a committee meeting," she said. "It'll be about as exciting as washing dishes." "Oh," I said, trying not to stammer. "Sounds ... um ... fun. Guess I'll watch a little TV and go to bed early tonight." She smiled at me again. "See ya tomorrow, Jack," she said. An hour or so later, I fell asleep almost as soon as I hit the pillow. I woke up hard, hungry and horny. The morning light peeked around the heavy drapes on the sliding glass door of the rec room. I stretched and yawned on the pullout couch. God, it felt good to have a week of no classes. I booted up my laptop and navigated to a porn site. Mrs. Daniels had put me in the mood for something filthy. I found a MILF movie. A nice, plump older chick with natural tits and a hot ass was sucking one cock and fucking another one, doggy style. Sweet, I thought. I started stroking my dick as the porn star fucked and moaned. Oh, yeah. Nice way to start the morning. I beat my meat and silently urged her on. And then just about hit the ceiling when I heard Mrs. Daniels' voice. "Jack, can I get you anything from the -- " She had come downstairs and broken off her sentence almost as quickly as I dropped my cock. I tried to pull a sheet over my body. "Mrs. Daniels!" I said. "I'm sorry! I was just ... um ... just ... " She gave me the same smile I had seen last night. "Well, you certainly were 'just,' " she said. She laughed softly and looked directly at the tent my boner was causing. On the laptop, the MILF chick continued to get her freak on. I let the sheet go as I reached to turn it off. Not a good move. My big hard dick sprang out all over again. Mrs. Daniels shook her head and, I swear, almost chuckled. Then she completely surprised me by catching my wrist with her well manicured fingers. I couldn't look at her – I was too busy hoping a meteor or something would crash into the rec room and put me out of my misery. I sat frozen on the sleeper sofa, wondering what the hell would happen next. Mrs. Patterson waited a minute, then spoke. She didn't sound angry or even embarrassed. Her voice purred in a low, husky tone. "Looks like she's having quite the party there," Mrs. Daniels said. "Didn't mean to spoil it for you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I slowly turned my head to meet her gaze. Mrs. Daniels looked awesome. Hair pulled into a bun, glasses giving her a hot librarian look. Big titties in a pink silk blouse, jutting out of her pinstripe suit. She was smiling at me. "Not enough time to join you, sweetie," she said. "But at least let me enjoy the show." I looked back at the laptop. Miss BBW was slurping and spitting all over the cocks in front of her. "You want ..." I stammered. "You want to watch ... this?" "No, silly," she said. She reached down and found my swollen prick. In a husky whisper, she continued, "I want to watch this." She pulled my meat hard, fast and rough, licking her lips as she jacked me off. "Jezus, Mrs. Daniels," I said. "Come on, baby," she said, breathlessly. "Beat that dick for me. Splatter me with that hot morning jam." She let go and fixed my eyes in hers. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Go on," she whispered again. "Yank that fucking meat stick." The porn chick was deep throating one cock and jacking the other. Mrs. Daniels flipped up her skirt and jammed her hand into a pair of black lace panties. "Fuck, I'm wet!" she said. "Come on, Jack, for fuck sake. I don't have much time. Shoot me with that big motherfucker!" I could hear her wet pussy as she drilled herself with her fingers. I had never been so turned on in my young life. I grabbed my dick and stroked off like a fucking monkey. "Oh, god, yes," she said, taking me in with her hungry eyes. "Tell me when you're about to cum. I mean it, Jack. I want that fucking cream." Considering how tight my balls felt at that moment, I didn't think she had much choice in the matter. Shit, I was about to coat the whole damn room. "Almost ... there ..." I gasped. "Holy fuck, Mrs. Daniels! I'm gonna cum!" She spread her legs wide and reached out to grab my cock. I moved closer to her and she shoved my prick under her panties. I could feel her bushy cunt against my shaft. Her face was so close to mine, our eyelashes practically touched. "Give me that fucking load," she whispered. "Blast me with it, fuck toy." I felt her wet fingers frigging her juicy lips as my cock exploded in her panties. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I said, my eyes closing, my sperm basting her fingers, panties and pussy. "Yessssss," she said hoarsely. "Give it to me! Every fuckin' drop!" My cock, at last, finished the job. I pulled away from her soaked panties, a trickle of jizz hanging from the head. Mrs. Daniels reached down and scooped it up with a finger. She held it up to her lips and noisily slurped it with her tongue. Then she rearranged her panties, smoothed her skirt and pulled herself together. "How do I look?" she asked, as I lay motionless on the sleeper sofa. "Like a million fuckin' bucks," I said weakly. "See ya tonight," she said. Then she climbed the stairs. I couldn't fuckin' believe it. In the course of about 10 hours, I had met a city councilwoman, wonked out with her about planning and zoning policies and then jerked off all over her pussy while she urged me on. This was turning into some week. Patterson and I played video games and pretended to study. I can't even begin to describe how awkward it felt. I was happy when he picked up a basketball and invited me to shoot hoops. Anything to avoid having to talk to him, I thought. We played for about an hour before Mrs. Daniels pulled her big Escalade into the driveway. She looked amazing again as she slid out of the SUV. Skirt inching up just enough to give me a nice look at a shapely thigh. Tits jiggling slightly as her heels clicked their way past the basketball goal. "Hi, boys," she said. "Fun day?" "It was great," Patterson responded. "I could get used to this." "You guys get cleaned up," Mrs. Danields said. "I'm cooking spaghetti." "Awesome!" Patterson said. "Wait till you taste my mom's spaghetti, dude. It's terrific. Oh, and Mom, I'm taking Susan to a movie tonight. Probably be back around 11 or so." Mrs. Daniels didn't blink. "Well, I guess Jack and I will just have to do the dishes by ourselves then," she said. "Won't we, Jack." My cock grew hard as a brick. Cleanup never sounded so inviting. Patterson was right. His mom's pasta was amazing. We finished dinner, and Patterson grabbed his car keys. "See you guys later, " he said. Mrs. Daniels picked up her glass of wine after he left. I tried to play it cool. "Dinner really was awesome, Mrs. Daniels," I said. "I'll clean up. You outdid yourself." "I think we probably know each other well enough for you to call me Elizabeth at this point," she said evenly. "Don't you?" "Um ... yeah, " I said. "I guess we probably do." "Thanks for your help. I'm going to sit out on the deck for a little while, Jack," she said. "Why don't you join me after you finish in here?" "Ok, sure," I said. I could feel my cock trying to burst ouf ot my jeans. It was going to be an interesting evening. I turned on the dishwasher and wiped my hands dry with a towel. Then I grabbed a glass and the wine bottle and slid open the door to the deck. The lights were off, but Mrs. Daniels had lit a couple of Japanese lanterns. It was a nice touch as the sun went down. The lanterns bathed the deck in a warm, golden glow. Mrs. Patterson sat a few feet away from the table. She was smoking a cigar, something that both surprised me and ... well, kind of turned me on. She blew a long plume of smoke toward the lanterns. I sat down in a chair at the table. "Guess what I did when I got to the office this morning, Jack," she said. Her voice had that low, husky quality to it again, the one that had turned me on so much that morning. "Um ..." God, was I out of my element. "Did you ... um ... maybe work a little more on the ... uh ... land use plan proposal?" I'm surprised she didn't burst out laughing at the lameness of my reply. Instead, she smiled and took another draw from the cigar. "Hardly," she said. She leaned forward, giving my eyes full access to her ample bosom again. "Do you really think I just walked into my office?" she asked. "Just flipped on the lights and went to work ... as if it were just another day?" I paused while the blood rushed to my face. "No," I said, stupidly. "I guess not." "No," she said. "I guess not, too." She balanced the cigar on the edge of the table and reached out to take my wrist. Then she looked in my eyes. "I went into my office for about two seconds," she said. "Just long enough to throw my purse in a drawer. And then I went to the ladies' room. "It was early, of course, so no one was there. And then I took off my panties. You remember my panties, don't you, Jack? The ones you shot your big fuckin' load of jizz into? The ones you wrapped around your dick as you sprayed that fuckin' mess all over my hairy cunt? I slid them down my thighs. God, they were a wreck. Still covered in your goo and smelling like my sopping pussy. And then ... then ... well ... what do you suppose I did with them then, Jack?" Jezus, I couldn't fuckin' breathe. Her small fingers felt like a vise on my wrist. The combination of her expensive perfume and the intoxicating cigar smoke put me in orbit. And then ... I tried to concentrate on the question ... then ... "I dunno," I half croaked. "What did you do?" She smiled. I knew what she had done. And she knew that I knew. With her free hand, she held out a flimsy piece of black lace. I knew what it was before she even brought it into the light. "I held them up to my face, Jack," she said. "Like this." She raised the panties to her gorgeous nose and breathed in deeply. "God, the smell was enough to turn me on all over again," she said. "And then ... I ..." Mrs. Daniels opened her mouth and slowly stuck out her tongue. She tilted her head back and held the panties inches above her face. She dipped them into her mouth and played with the lace. One moment she made the lingerie dance lightly on her lips and tongue; the next, she ripped into them wih her teeth. I could hear the fabric tearing and her deep guttural moans as she ate them. "Jezus," I heard myself gasp in a loud whisper. "Mrs. Daniels ... my god ..." She ripped them completely apart with her teeth. Black shreds dripping with cum and saliva. After a few minutes of noisy tearing and slurping, she laid the sodden shreds on the table in front of us. Those panties never stood a chance. "I was an animal," she said. "I fucking feasted on our cum." I pulled my hand free and grabbed her wrist in mine ... hard and sharp. I stood up and yanked her toward me. The mad hunger that had been in her eyes just seconds before gave way to something else ... something fearful and questioning. I crowded her into the corner of the deck, tilted her chin upward. I leaned in and devoured her mouth with mine. Blood pounded into my cock. Made me hard. Made me ache. Made me insane. I ripped open her blouse, a clatter of buttons rolling on the deck planks and into the yard. Her eyes burned. She breathed through half-parted lips. She reached down and held up those giant fucking boobs, offering them to me, like a tray of fruit. "Eat them," she whispered. "Fucking eat me." I inhaled deeply, bent down and sucked. I flicked her fat pink nipples with my tongue, then bit the ample flesh of each tit. Mrs. Daniels thrust her chest into my face and groaned. "Oh, fuuuuck, that feels so fuckin' good, Jack," she said. "Suck my big fuckin' titties, sweetheart. Make 'em fuckin' yours!" I bit, kissed, slobbered and sucked. Her groans grew more anguished, and I knew I was hurting her. I didn't care. Somehow, I think she loved that even more. She found my hand again with hers and tugged it downward, under her skirt, through her jungle of pubic hair and into her gaping cunt. I fucked her loud and furiously with my fingers as I continued to suck her tits. We could hear her pussy squeak and gush with each thrust. Mrs. Daniels urged me on, even as she gasped for breath. "Fuck me, you dirty bastard," she said. "Stuff my fuckin' holes." Our lips were barely an inch from each other. I pulled my fingers free from her soggy pussy and brought them up to taste. She leaned in and sucked my middle finger while I tasted her juice on my index finger. Our tongues met and twirled somewhere in the middle. "Oh, baby," she said in a low purr. "I taste so fuckin' nasty." She slipped her hand into my jeans and grabbed my throbbing rod. As she closed her eyes and groaned, I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. I wanted to rape her throat. She seemed to be accommodating. Mrs. Daniels clawed the underside of my dick with her nails and slowly scratched my nuts. Her grip on my cock was so rough, it was all I could do to keep from shooting off then and there. She pulled away from my kiss, lips half parted. With her eyes burning holes into mine, she let a long string of saliva drip off her bottom lip, soaking her tits and drooling onto my big stiff prick. "Let's get messy," she said. She bent way down and slurped my dick into her hungry mouth. There are no letters to spell out the nasty sounds filling the night air as she gorged herself on my cock. I spread my legs a little to get comfortable and she sucked my balls into her mouth. I reached down and pinched her nipples. Mrs. Daniels growled. She looked up at me with my cock in her mouth and tried to smile. Her drool soaked my prick, my legs and her big titties. She looked fucking amazing. She pulled my dick out of her mouth with a soft plop and dove under my balls. The tip of her tongue darted along my asshole ... tentatively first, but as I began to moan, she stuffed it deep into my ass. The effect was almost immediate, especially as her hand jacked my cock like a piston. "Jezus, Mrs. Daniels," I pleaded. "Stop before I cum all over you right now!" She pulled her tongue out of my ass, looked up at me and smiled. "Ok, stud," she said. "I sure don't want the party to end before you fuck me. Let's go inside." I watched her big beautiful ass sway back and forth as she led the way. Mrs. Daniels ripped the rest of her clothes off as she walked to the bedroom. In the lamplight, she crawled onto her bed on knees and elbows. She spread her legs wide, making her fat white ass look even bigger. She panted for a minute, then looked back at me. "Eat my cunt, Jack," she said. "Suck my gooey hole." I put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread her wide open. Then I fucked Mrs. Daniels with everything but my cock – fingers, tongue, nose ... every part of me, slurping and sloshing in her pussy and ass. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" she squealed. "Jezus god, that feels so fuckin' good!" She somehow reached back and put her hands on the back of my head, driving my face even deeper into her dripping holes. Her thick, swollen pussy lips took on a power of their own, opening and sucking my tongue inside. I lost track of who was fucking whom. "You hot fuckin' lover!" she screamed. "I'm going to fucking drench your handsome face, baby!" She didn't gush the way the porno chicks do. Her cunt just kept flowing like an oversaturated sponge. My beard and her bush were drenched, but I couldn't have stopped if I had wanted to. I flicked my tongue hard on her clit and burrowed my fingers into her holes. Mrs. Daniels for City Council Patterson and I had just ordered a pizza when his phone rang. He glanced at the Caller ID window and looked up as the waitress brought us a pitcher of beer. "Sorry, dude," he said. "I need to take this one. It's Mom." He looked away and lowered his voice as he turned his attention to the call. I tried to pretend I was suddenly interested in the clever "Go Tigers!" declarations hanging on the walls of Sal's Pizza. He had no way of knowing, but whatever privacy Patterson needed to confer with his mom was far more awkward for me than it was for him. His mom and I had a little ... well, let's say, history, dating back a couple of years to Thanksgiving ... "Hey, man, she wants to talk to you, too," Patterson said, suddenly. I tried to act nonchalant, but I swear my face had to have been telling the world all my dirty secrets. "Me?" I said. "Um, ok." I took the phone and gave a tentative "Hello?" "Hi, Jack, it's Elizabeth Daniels," she said. "It's been awhile, I know. But I wondered if I might ask a huge favor." "Um, sure, Mrs. Daniels," I heard myself saying. "What's up?" "I'm having a campaign fundraiser next weekend at the Arts Centre here," she said. "It's that dreaded time when I have to shake hands and smile and make vague promises in hopes of holding onto my City Council seat. "I wondered if I could recruit you and Patteson to help me out as servers. Money is always tight for these things, and I could really use some extra hands. I'll try to make it up to both of you with a victory party after the election and the rest of this crap are all behind us. It would mean a lot to me. Do you think you could give me a hand?" Patterson looked at me hopefully. I guess he figured the only thing worse than playing butler to a bunch of small-town bigwigs would be having to go it alone. "C'mon, man," he said. "Don't make me do this by myself." Sometimes I can hardly believe what kind of trouble my mouth gets myself into. "Um, sure," I said. "Ok. Sounds like fun." Mrs. Daniels laughed. "I can assure you the fundraiser will be anything but fun for any of us," she said. "But it'll open your eyes a little more to local politics. Patterson says you're still set on becoming a city planner ... maybe even a manager." She paused for a beat. "And it would mean the world to me. Thanks, Jack." We hung up and dug into the pizza. Patterson looked relieved. "Hey, thanks, man," he said. "My mom tries to play down how important public office really is to her, but Dad and I are proud of her. She's taken some tough stands, and God knows, I wouldn't have the stomach to listen to all the crap she gets. I'd have a hard time thinking of a lonelier position in Greenville than the one she has." "No problem, man," I said. "Beats sitting in the apartment all weekend, anyway." *** Well, at least we didn't have to wear monkey suits. Just the black slacks and black shirts that all the trendy waiters wear these days. Patterson stationed himself at the beverage table, pouring wine and opening beers. His girlfriend Susan and I hustled back and forth with trays of drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Mrs. Daniels caught up with the three of us early into the evening. "I can't thank you guys enough for doing this," she said. "We have the hall until 10, but I don't think many people will stay that late." She looked classy -- and hot -- as always. A nice suit, white blouse. No cleavage or anything, but her curves gave the skirt and jacket plenty of contour. It had been two years since I had seen her, and I was certainly enjoying the view. Patterson and Susan went back to work, and Mrs. Daniels gave me a secret smile. I blushed a little, but smiled back. "So, is Mr. Daniels here?" I asked. "Oh, god, no," she said. "He hates these things with a passion. He's always been very supportive of my career, but he draws the line at the shmooze festivities. I can't say I blame him, can you?" I looked around the room. The guests were huddled in groups of five or six. In some ways, they reminded me more of brightly colored birds than they did of people. "No," I said. "I can see how a little of this could go a long way." "Oh, there's the mayor," she said. "Gotta run, Jack. Thanks again for doing this." She strode across the room toward His Honor. I watched her ass sway, then picked up another plate of shrimp. Yeah, it definitely beat sitting in an apartment all weekend. About a half an hour later, the mayor tapped a fork against his wine glass. The guests grew silent, and all eyes turned toward Mrs. Daniels, who stood beside him. "Folks, I know Elizabeth doesn't want any stuffy comments from me," the mayor said. "But it's wonderful to see such a great turnout tonight for one of the most dedicated public servants I've ever had the pleasure to sit with on the Council. "I could talk all day about the work Elizabeth has put into industrial recruiting and economic development. Real work that has led to the creation of more than 1500 jobs in the past two years alone. "But even that was eclipsed last year by the Herculean efforts that Elizabeth poured into the aftermath of Hurricane Julian and the terrible flood that ravaged this community. The organization and efficiency she brought to the recovery process during that crisis helped folks go from the worst moment of their lives to safety and stability. She helped us in countless ways during that awful September. And that's why we need her back on the Council again come January." The crowd clapped wildly and some of the men cheered. Mrs. Daniels smiled, and I was suddenly proud of her. True, I had seen a very different side of her, but it was apparent that her passion for life went well beyond the bedroom. "Thank you so much, Mayor Brewer," Mrs. Daniels said. "And thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to come tonight. I'm not going to spoil your evening with a long-winded speech, but this means a lot to me. It's wonderful to see so many of you." The party began winding down over the next 20 minutes. Mrs. Daniels stood near the door so she could thank each guest. Patterson and I began clearing tables. "Hey, Jack," he said. "Could you do me a favor? I'm going home with Susan after this wraps up. Could you drive Mom home? I don't think she's had a lot to drink, but she probably doesn't need to take any chances after her own campaign party." "Sure," I said. "I'll be happy to." "Thanks, man." We folded tables and chairs and stowed them in a storage room down the hall. The Arts Centre was pretty cool -- a couple of galleries and an atrium on the third floor, where Mrs. Daniels held the fundraiser; a kids' museum and planetarium on the second floor; and a pretty decent-sized aquarium on the ground floor. I walked into the atrium, where Patterson and Susan stood talking to Mrs. Daniels. "So we're all cool?" Patterson was saying. "Jack, you'll be the designated driver for Mom?" "Sure," I said. "All right, so we'll see you tomorrow," Patterson said. He and Susan walked to the elevator. Mrs. Patterson put a bunch of campaign literature in a box. I looked for something to do, feeling more than a little awkward. "So how goes the planning career?" she asked casually. "It's good," I said. "Grad school is tough, but very focused. We've been studying Gaithersburg, Maryland. It's pretty cool how well they've blended neighborhoods with shops and offices up there. Kind of a Fantasyland for geeks and wonks." I forced a laugh to help fill the silence. Mrs. Daniels smiled but said nothing. I picked up the box, and she began turning off most of the overhead lights. We stepped into the elevator, and I pressed 2, the kids' museum level. It was connected to the parking garage. "Have you seen the aquarium?" Mrs. Daniels asked. "No," I said. "Um ... did you want to take a look?" "It's very cool," she said. "Especially at night." I hit 1. A moment later, the doors opened at the second floor. We waited for them to close again and resume the descent. "It was great what the mayor said tonight," I said. "Patterson said you were busy as hell after the storm. You apparently made quite an impression." "It was a crazy time," she said. "Everyone chipped in and made things a million times better than any of us had a right to expect them to be. I have something to tell you about those days. It was-- ... oh, but wait, you have to see this first!" The elevator doors opened and we were bathed in the soft blue light of the giant aquarium. There's no use pretending the tank would rival the ones in Baltimore or Atlanta, but it was pretty damn spectacular. Octopus, squid, eels ... the ocean really is a totally different world at night. We walked into the room and stood there, trying to take it all in. "This is incredible," I said. "I was wrong a few minutes ago ... about Gaithersburg. This is Fantasyland." Mrs. Daniels smiled. "That's funny," she said. "I was thinking about what you said, too. Only I think I remember a different version of what you once called Fantasyland." She walked a couple of paces toward the tank, then turned around to face me. She looked amazing, that hourglass figure in silhouette against the silent dance of the marine world behind her. "You remember that Thanksgiving, Jack," she said slowly. I swallowed and felt my entire body start to coil and grow hard. "Yes," I said. "I remember. But I never understood, Mrs. Daniels. I never understood why that ended so abruptly. I sent you texts, emails. I left a message on the phone at your law office. I figured you just ... you just ... hated me ... for reasons I couldn't really understand." "Oh, dear Jack," she said softly. She looked down at the floor and sighed. "Hated you?" she said. "Oh, sweetheart, I could never hate you. But I could never have you, either. Surely, you understand that." "I guess," I said. "But that morning ... and that night ... what the hell was that?" She turned and walked toward a bench situated in the center of the aquarium. After a couple of steps, she looked back over her shoulder. "Follow me, Jack," she said. I kept a few paces behind her, but walked as she did. She got to the bench and turned back to face me again. "I started to tell you something on the elevator," she said. "Maybe I should just show you ..." Mrs. Daniels turned her back to me again, walked over to the bench and hiked up her skirt. She lifted her shapely left leg and planted her high heel squarely on the seat, then leaned forward. "Come closer, darling," she said. "Look." Mrs. Daniels spread her legs and flipped up her skirt. In the soft glow of the aquarium light I could see the cheeks of her big ivory ass, bisected by the thin black ribbon of a thong. A circular tattoo, about the size of a doughnut, caught my eye. It looked like a flower at first, stamped on the upper area of her gorgeous left butt cheek. But as I drew closer, I realized it was something else. The sun? I wondered. Wait ... some kind of buzzsaw? Then it hit me. It was one of those weather patterns we see on television almost every September. The swirling maelstrom representation of a hurricane. Hurricane Julian. "The storm," I said. "That's awesome." Mrs. Daniels straightened up and let her skirt fall into a more conventional arrangement. She turned around and smiled. "That's right, Jack," she said. "Counting doctors and nurses, you're one of only about five or six people on this planet who have seen that tattoo. And what a metaphor for my life it has become for me." We watched the fish again for a few minutes. After the stress of slinging drinks and making sure the bigwigs stayed buzzed, the spectacular show of color and silence gave us both a moment of zen. "You know, when I was a kid, I was always determined to tame chaos," Mrs. Daniels said. "Yeah, I was *that* girl. The one who started working on her term paper as soon as it was assigned. In college, I paid my bills before they were due. Family, career, City Council ... I kept all of it arranged neatly ... like the shoes lined up in my closet. "And that seemed to work pretty well for about 40 years or so. Forty great years, really, until two things happened ... Hurricane Julian ... and you." I took a step or two closer. I was starting to see where she was headed. "With you, I convinced myself it was just a wrong turn down a dark street," she continued. "It was wild and so totally out of my character, but it was self-contained. We had our moment. I turned the car around afterward and navigated back to my safe little world of church circles and rezoning issues. It was just a couple of days that we could remember in secret on a need-to-cum basis. I can tell you ... it has brought a whole new dimension to masturbation." She smiled and took my hands in hers. "But then the hurricane came, and it pretty much flipped all of that over," she said. "It was such a paradox and a challenge -- trying to find the order and preparedness I've embraced all of my life in the middle of so much godawful devastation and fury. I started to see how perfectly a storm like that parallels life. It made a beautiful symbol for a tattoo ... and a literal pain in the ass." I tried to laugh, a little uneasily. "So is that what I seemed like when I tried to contact you?" I asked. "A pain in the ass?" "Oh, god, no, Jack," she said. "No, sweetheart, no. Not even close." Mrs. Daniels let go of my hands and stepped back toward the bench in front of the aquarium. She lifted her left foot again and planted it on the seat, thrilling me once more with the sight of those goddam thighs. "Don't you see, baby," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "You were my first taste of that power, Jack. The first hurricane that blew into my manicured life. You were my first ... my first ... fuck with fury." I think she somehow sensed the explosion of my hormones before I even did. Why else would she just stand there like that? A voluptuous package of flesh and tits, beauty and cunt. I reached out, pulled her to me, my whole body starving. Smothering her mouth with mine. Do you ever think about those first few seconds of lust in a tailwind? When your eyes close, your mind reels and your tongue fucks her mouth like a bullet train entering a tunnel? My cock felt like a brick in my pants. I banged it into her leg like a hump-crazy dog. All the while, her attempts to scream, muted and incoherent. We broke the kiss, at last, gasping. Trembling. Dick throbbing. I could smell her pussy. Oh god, I could smell her pussy. Mrs. Daniels moaned and rubbed her tits through her blouse. She opened her eyes and began to speak in a whisper that dripped with lust. "The fury, Jack," she said. "The way you fucked me that night. God, I want to feel it again." She slowly started to unbutton her blouse. Way. Too. Slowly. She was daring me. Taunting me. As if she could just flash me a little skin and put me under her spell. I laughed and felt my body relax. "It's not that easy, babe," I started to say. And then I tore her fucking clothes off. Her big tits jiggled as I devastated her bra. I could feel the steam from her hairy cunt as I ripped her thong. She was growling. Spreading her legs wider and cupping her naked breasts. Holding them up. No modesty in the City Councilwoman from Ward 6, Mister Mayor. Just a hot, sexy woman ready to serve me. I pulled her left tit to my mouth and bit her nipple. "Oh, fuck!" she said. "Oh, god, it's been so fuckin long! Eat my titties, Jack. God, you make me ache so fuckin bad ... so fuckin good ..." I opened my mouth as wide as I could and tried to suck her fat jug all the way in ... an impossible task. I slurped and grunted from tit to tit, gnawing her nipples, drooling all over her. My fingers snaked their way through the thick matted bush of her cunt until they found her deep, wet hole. "Yesssss!" she hissed. "Christ, what you do to me. Don't hold back, Jack. Don't you fuckin dare hold back! Just fuck me." I could feel her hot thick syrup drowning my fingers, running down my wrist. I bit her tit again, and as she opened her mouth to yelp, I quickly pulled my fingers out of her dripping snatch and jammed them in her mouth. She sucked the pussy juice with loud, smacking noises. It was my turn to growl. She looked so fucking hot, legs spread wide, hour-glass figure silhouted against the silent spectacle of the aquarium. I grasped her arms -- gently this time -- and helped her lie down on the backless bench. I pulled her legs forward a little, so her pussy and part of her ass overhung the edge of the seat. Then I dropped to my knees and found the bubbling richness of her cunt with my fingers, my nose, my mouth. "Jezus god yes, Jack!" she cried. I thought about the two years of unfair silence as I battered her clit with my tongue. The unilateral decision she had made to keep me away. The awkward pauses in conversation whenever her son mentioned her. The hurt and confusion left by unanswered texts and emails. I thought about all of that as I sucked her thick pussy lips, stretched open her hole and pummeled her clit. No cannibal was ever as ravenous as I was that night. She tried at first to guide me to her favorite spots, her long crimson nails lightly scratching my cheekbones as she clutched my face. But my onslaught was too much, and she gave up quickly. Her thick thighs quivered around my neck like jello. I had to stop and sigh in spite of myself. There's nothing so erotic as the soft wet flesh of a voluptuous woman at the height of passion. When I attacked her again, she could somehow read my motive. The tone of her voice dropped half an octave. Nothing sweet or pleading any more. The sound of a born leader taking charge. "You want it, don't you, boy," she snarled. "That hot fucking cunt I took from you. Deprived you of. I fucked myself with your dick that night and robbed you of your fuckin seed. Didn't I, baby?" She somehow pulled my face away from her creamy twat long enough to look me in the eyes. Her big titties quivering as she panted. Then ... in a soft voice ... interrupted by gasps ... "And what," she said. "What ...the fuck ... are you ... going ... to do ... about that?" The roar that came out of my mouth seemed to erupt from a zillion places at once -- two years of pent-up madness ... a tiger shark gliding in the tank behind her ... a million tiny fists pounding the inside of my screaming, balls ... I yanked my dick from my pants and stabbed her. She was wetter than the fuckin seaweed. "You ... fuckin ... bitch!" I yelled. "You hot ... fuckin ... slut!" "Don't treat me like a debutante," she teased. "I might start to like it." I battered that sopping pussy with everything I had. My nut sack killing me as it banged into her ass at the edge of the bench. All the while she tweaked her nipples with angry red nails and cooed. "That's right, boy," she taunted. "Is that all you got? Gimme that big fuckin meat. My cunt is starving!" From boys to men, we hear it ... the single most important thing about sex, taught by a million elders from generation to generation: Satisfy your partner, they said. Make her see stars. Leave her gasping for the taste of you ... Well, fuck that noise. She didn't deserve the pleasure. She didn't deserve the courtesy. She only deserved my ... "FUCK! FUCK! JAAAAAAAACK!!" I felt her big thighs, once locked solidly around my waist, turn to jelly. Her sharp nails plunged deep inside my asshole. I closed my eyes and braced for my explosion ... And then ... she came ... like a fuckin geyser ... all over me. Pussy gaping like a pungent, molten sinkhole that sucked my dick deep into her womb. My biceps collapsed. I fell into her chest. And she somehow found my mouth with hers ... and nursed my soul. Mrs. Daniels for City Council I saw a bright pink blur and a thousand fish swimming in the orgasm that was drowning me. And as the last breath left my body, she somehow reached me. A gentle kiss to my head as I buried myself in her big soft breasts. Her fingers massaging my chest and nipples. And her cavernous cunt yawning even wider for my dick. "You're still not done?'' she gasped. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..." She pulled my head from her tits and kissed me. "Get it," she said softly. "Fuckin get it, Jack. Bust a fuckin gasket in my pussy. Goddam, you deserve that." I rolled over and let my back absorb the rail marks of that goddam bench. In a flash, she swallowed my cock down her throat. So deep, my pubes tickled her lips as she looked at me. As my breathing grew a little softer, she slowly let my big stiff prick fall from her slobbering mouth with a soft plop against my belly. "Tastes like cunt soup," she said. "All kinds of nasty, all kinds of good. Just like my steaming hole. "And now I'm gonna fuck you." Backlit by the aquarium, Mrs. Daniels straddled my lap and stuffed my cock into her cunt. She rode me slowly ... up and down ... with an undulation that made her seem somehow at home with the marine life behind her. A mermaid ... with giant quaking tits and a bushy twat that felt ready to set the bench on fire. All the while, singing to me the siren song that lures sailors at sea ... "Give me that big fucking load, you hot motherfucker. Holy shit, Jack! Did you see that volcano? My pussy fucking erupted! Give me more, angel. Give me that thick fuckin man sauce ..." Her voice faded away as she continued to babble filthy instructions, replaced by something else ... growing louder ... more urgent ... inside me ... My hips thrust upward, into her fucking cunt. She grabbed my arms in her claws, trying to contain my bucking. But nothing was going to contain me. I felt my cock bolt like a rocket, and my eyes opened for one instant ... long enough to take in the obscene beauty of Mrs. Daniels -- tossed hair ... heaving bosom ... a leering smile on her lips ... And then I fucking came. I grabbed the sides of the bench as she rode me like a warhorse. Her fat ass practically crushing my nuts as my jizz sprayed her womb like a firehose. She was somehow cumming again. Her wet tits slapped my face with every heave. I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and marveled again at the incredible feel of a big beautiful woman. And in the middle of our climactic rush into the heart of the universe, our mouths somehow found one another. And we kissed. Oh, god, how we kissed. *** There are certain moments in life that feel like a cool gray dawn, regardless of what time it really is or how old you are or what you've been doing. Dawns like that can last a couple of minutes ... or even a couple of days ... or in some cases, even a few months or years ... Patterson and I received our master's degrees on the same day on the same campus. His in business administration, mine in government affairs. We shook hands, then broke into goofy grins and embraced one another somewhat awkwardly in congratulations. Mrs. Daniels gave me a quick hug. Our families went out to eat together to celebrate. And then we all walked out of one another's lives. Patterson works in Charlotte. I'm knee-deep in city planning. We see each other on Facebook. I think he's finally going to marry Susan. Mrs. Daniels was a right turn on a wrong street, a sexually explosive memory I can conjure on a need-to-cum basis. In Greenville, she is still a popular City Councilwoman, famous for her cool collectiveness in the face of hurricanes and other crises. Government needs more of that kind of wisdom and patience. She saves the fury, I like to think, for those who can appreciate it. Mrs. Daniels Mrs. Daniels lost the capacity to talk dirty ... or even speak. She just grunted and wailed while I ate her hot fuckin' bottom. At last, her arms gave out and she fell forward on the bed, smashing her big tits into the mattress. I stood up, licking her taste off my lips and beard, and tearing off my clothes at the same time. There's a song called "Loose" on Fun House, a classic garage punk album by the Stooges. Iggy Pop growls into the microphone, "I stick it deep inside ..." That song roared through my brain as I pushed my dick into Mrs. Daniels' squelching pussy. Her cunt queefed long and loud. I slapped her ass with my hand as I rammed her twat with my big dick. "Be my dog, bitch," I said. She got back on her elbows and thrust her big ass back at me. "Tear that motherfucker up," she panted. "Own my fucking cunt." I battered her with everything I had, watching her big fucking jugs swing crazily in the mirror across the room. God, what a fucking body she had. So big, soft and voluptuous, you didn't always know what you were feeling at any given time. It was amazing. "Fuck my juicy cunt!" she ordered. "Flood this fucking bedroom!" I was doing my best to comply. My balls slapped her clit while I pummeled her. I could smell her steamy fuck hole, taste her tangy juices on my lips and watch her big gaping ass thrusting back and forth. And all the while, Mrs. Daniels swore at me like a house of whores. "That's it you hot motherfucker!" she cried. "Slam that dick into me. Oh fuck, I feel those balls swinging into my clit. Fuck me, Jack! Fuck my steamy cunt!" I grabbed the big flabby cheeks of her ass to get more traction, then piledrove her into the mattress. She buried her face in a pillow, crying, wailing, screaming as her orgasm filled the night. "Mrs. Daniels," I said. "Oh, shit, Mrs. Daniels! I'm gonna cum!" I have no idea how she managed to collect herself so quickly, but the next thing I knew, she had pulled away from my pussy-soaked cock and was looking at me, saying something. "Jack," she said. "Jack! C'mon, baby! Give me that big fuckin' load! Shoot it all over my face and titties!" She opened her mouth again and devoured my dick once more, at the same time, drilling one of her fingers into my asshole. I felt the jizz boiling in my nuts. "Mrs. Daniels!" I yelled. "OH, FUCK!" She pulled her mouth off my cock but kept her lips opened wide. My first shot splattered her nose and chin. She smiled and licked up the goo as I continued to spurt. Jezus, what a load ... all over her pretty lips, face and hair. My cum and her drool dripped onto her fat nipples. She was fuckin' drenched, and I swear my cock would not stop gushing. "That is so fucking disgusting," she said. "Give me some more." By the time my orgasm finally subsided, she looked as if she had been in a bukkake movie. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as my jizz continued to drip from her face to her tits. Then she turned her head toward me, leaned down, and kissed me. "Oh, Jack," she said. "Are you ok?" I asked. She laughed. "A fine time to ask," she said. "Oh, FUCK, that was amazing!" I pulled her wet face to my chest and kissed her hair. Wow, I thought. Happy fuckin' thanksgiving.