3 comments/ 115946 views/ 6 favorites Slight Indiscretions Ch. 01 By: Graffyn00 This story has many beginnings and many ends. But suffice it to say that this particular portion will begin on Wednesday, August 31, the day that I flew back into California. I have been married to Shelby Marie for four years now. Her mom, Lynn Marie, got divorced several years before Shelby and I got married – on the eve of her 25th anniversary. Shelby's sister, Samantha Marie, is two years younger than Shelby and although she is a third grade teacher (and turning 25 in November), she still lives at home with mom. It's cheaper for her than having to deal with the California real estate prices. I flew back to California for an extended business trip. During this time I was going to spend some time staying with my mother and sister in law, as well as with friends. We did this to help break up the burden of not having to stay too long in any one home. So, from my Wednesday arrival, through the end of Labor Day weekend, I was to spend my nights in a home with two women whom I have found very attractive since the first time Shelby brought me home. Shelby takes after her mom, and Sam takes after Lynn's ex-husband. Shelby and Lynn are 5'8" and 5'6", respectively. They wear their weight proportionately – Shelby is 160 lbs while Lynn is 130 lbs and while they are both 34B's, they have some deep cleavage, which makes looking down their blouses always an eyeful adventure. They both have dirty blonde hair that they like to dye. Shelby tends to prefer the strawberry blonde look, pushing towards the red. Lynn, on the other hand prefers the darker, dirty blonde, closer to a brunette. And then there is Sam. She is the beautiful and typical California third grade teacher that we all wished we had when we were back in grade school. She loves to run and keep in shape by exercising. She's 5'7", light blonde hair, and at a120 lbs, has a tight and well toned body. The only place she differs is in the breast area – unlike her sister and mom, she is smaller, while still having pert and perky breasts. So, while most of the back story is not fully told, the descriptions are out of the way and I can move on with this particular segment of our history. Shelby loves to tease me that I have a harem that I move with. You see, most of the time that we ever go anywhere, it tends to be myself, along with Shelby and any number of her female friends or relatives. So as I was headed to California without her, Shelby made it a point to remind me to be careful with my "harem" that awaited me upon my arrival. She also loves to tease me by saying that if she were to ever die and her mom or sister were still single then I would have to choose between one of them, as they would love to get their hands on me and take good care of me. We had made arrangements for Lynn to pick me up from the airport and get me to her house. We would have a down afternoon while we waited for Sam to finish with work and the plans were to get together for dinner. I had picked up my bags and was walking out of the terminal when I saw Lynn walking up towards me. "How's my sexy sugar momma doing?" My mother's signature giggle followed, "You are such a tease! How was your flight?" "What can I say," as I put my arms around her and nuzzled her neck, "I'm glad to be on the ground and in your arms." I ran my hand through her recently cut hair, "I love the new cut, babe." "Do you?" She put her hand over mine and leaned her head into our hands. "I thought it might be too short, what do you think?" I paused my hand, just at the top of her head, curled my fingers and grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Lynn, there is still plenty to grab," I said, as I playfully pulled on her hair, causing her to yelp a bit, giggle some more and moan a bit, softly. "Oh boy, we better get going before we get in trouble," she said. We hopped in her car and headed for her home. We made small talk the whole way home as I was somewhat tired from a day full of traveling east to west. I rested my hand in the center console and she placed her right hand over mine, gently tracing her index finger over my skin. With my eyes half closed I somewhat felt that I was riding in the car with Shelby and the feel of her skin on mine felt oh so good. What slight indiscretions might happen over the next six weeks? I already knew that we were going to a day spa the next day. I had known that after a long spell away from California, I would need a day to relax. And to take Lynn and show her off in her bathing suit – well that was simply a must. And I could chalk it all up to being a good son wanting to get and give a day of relaxation. I also knew that during this weekend I would be making several trips to the beach with Sam. Just thinking about those skimpy two piece bathing suits she loves to wear was making me fidget in my seat. I could feel my dick start to swell within my jeans. We got home not a moment too soon. We pulled into the driveway and Lynn rolled to a stop. "Wake up sleepy head," I heard her say as she ran her hand over my chest and gently shook me to wake me. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Damn she looked hot in your white halter top and peasant skirt. She had hiked up her skirt between her legs exposing her legs all the way up to above mid-thigh. Because of the heat outside she had been running the A/C in the car and I could see her nipples poking from under the material of her blouse. My eyes lingered on her breasts, the nipples protruding, as my eyes roamed down to the flash of leg from under her skirt and then I saw my hands as they were all over her body making her tremble and squirm, making her wet with desire, my lips all over her neck, throat, lips, ear lobes, kissing her, licking her seductively, breathing her in. I suddenly felt her hand on my face and as I drifted back from my mental image I could hear her saying, "Scott? Babe, I said we're home. Let me help you with your bags and lets get inside." It had all been a mental image, but oh how a picture can speak a thousand words, and according to my penis make me feel oh so wanting to take advantage of her. We got out of the car and pulled my bags from her trunk and made our way into the house. The front part of the house is divided into two rooms by a fireplace. On the left side of the fireplace is the living room with several large, comfortable, overstuffed couches and the television and entertainment center. On the right side of the fireplace was a sitting room with another couch, a table, and lots of empty floor space. The way this was set up, I knew that I was going to sleep in the living room, while all of my belongings would stay in Lynn's room. I was going to use the bathroom in her master bedroom. The second bathroom, which was deemed the "community" bathroom, was the one that Sam used. The idea was that there were more females in the house than males (two to one ratio at this point and the girls only ever brought their female friends over). As Lynn was telling me that I would sleep in the living room but have my clothes in her room and have full use of her bathroom I put my arms around her and brought her close to me so that I could whisper in her ear. "But Lynn, why go to all the trouble? I could just sleep with you in your room. You have a big enough bed and if I am going to be coming in here to change anyway, why make all of the fuss?" "I couldn't trust myself with you in my bed, that's why! Besides, you run at entirely too warm a body temperature and then I'd have to kick the covers off 'cause I'd get too warm," she said as she giggled and put her arms around my waist. "And the downside with this is where?" I had to tease her, I had a twinkle in my eye as I started placing my hands under her halter top that was starting to ride up and expose her waist. I started to chuckle as I felt her melt into me. She placed her head on my shoulder as her arms came up around my neck. She leaned in to kiss me on my throat, just below my jaw line. I felt the hairs on my neck start to stand and my dick began to surge. I knew she would be able to feel it and knowing that Sam was not home I did not care. I knew that I wanted her and I was going to do as much as I could to seduce my way under her clothes and in between her legs. If it did not happen right now, then definitely before I left in six weeks. "Scott ... let's get your bags back to the room," she purred. "And then you might want to consider taking a shower." She left her words hanging there for just a moment before she continued, "You just flew all day and you must want to cool down with a nice cold shower. I'll get you something to drink for when you get done." As she patted my mid-thigh, and with her jab at the cold shower, I knew that she had indeed felt my erection. We grabbed my bags and headed back to the bedroom. I followed behind Lynn because I knew that I had to see her sway those beautiful hips and that great ass of hers. She did not disappoint. Her peasant skirt was swishing back and forth; there was an extra toss of the hips than normal. "Oh, she not only felt my dick," I thought. "She's playing it up. I'll have to let her know how much I'm enjoying this." So as we moved into her room I dropped my bag and caught up to her as she was already half way into the room. I put my arms around her, standing behind her. One arm went under her arm and up to her neck, while the other hand went around her hip, my hand resting just above the top of her panty line that I could feel through her skirt, my fingers roaming just below that line. "I thought you called me a tease, back at the airport," I said. "And look at you, shaking that ass at me!" I was feeling rather bold, as I had never really spoken that brazenly to my mother. She let her head fall back onto my shoulder, as she took her hands and started letting them go back and grab my ass, not quite sexually, but grabbing back at me nonetheless. My dick started to swell and I could feel it sliding into the crack of Lynn's ass. She slightly ground her hips back into me. It was so slight, that it was almost imperceptible; I almost missed it and actually had to think twice if I wasn't just wishing that she had done that. It was what she said that told me she had actually done it. "That feels nice, but I still think you need to go take a cold shower and I need to leave you alone 'cause you need to release some tension. Hasn't Shelby been taking care of you boy?" "Oh, she has Lynn. But what can I say, you are my hot sugar momma and you have a killer body. Let's face it, you are a milf." Because there was a mirror directly in front of us, I could see the confusion on her face, the whole while I was still holding her. "What the heck is a milf?" "You've never heard that before," I asked? "A milf..." I almost couldn't tell her but I realized that I had already gone too far and she would keep at me until I told her. "MILF stands for mother I'd like to fuck..." I said. The whole time my eyes were studying her face and body to see how she would react. She brought one of her hands up to her face, letting it sit just over her mouth. I noticed that her nipples had started to extend as I gave her the definition. The move of her arm only made them grow faster and I could tell that she was trying to hide her nipples with her arm. Needless to say, it wasn't working. If anything it was highlighting them more and making me harder. "I'm your wife's mother, Scott," she said. "We can't be doing this...we shouldn't be doing this." I knew that there was a matter of merely fractions of a second to do something, one way or another. I chose to let her go, at which point she gasped. The look on my face was still trying to portray tenderness. I needed to let her know that I wasn't letting her go because I was upset, but because there was more to what was happening. I took her hand and twirled her like we were dancing. Her skirt twirled, coming up just above her knees. I made her giggle and then I pulled her into me so that she was facing me this time. "Look Lynn, I'll be honest with you. I told Shelby before I left that while I was around you I was going to make you feel like the special, sexy, seductive woman that you truly are. I don't know why your asshole husband left you, but it couldn't have been because you were not good enough to be with or show off. She agreed with me and told me to just be careful, because she didn't know how you would take it, for one, as well as she didn't want to have to compete with you...she was afraid she'd lose. "So, just know that Shelby knows that I am going to tease you, make you feel special and even try to get you giddy and wet in the panties. If I do anything that is too much, or too troubling for you, just let me know and I'll back off." I had one hand on her face, gently stroking the hair away from her eyes and tucking it behind her ear. My other hand was around her waist, pulling her tight towards me. My erection had subsided but there was still enough stiffness to let her know that she turned me on. Her arms and hands were caught between my chest and her breasts, her palms on my pecs. "Thanks for letting me know that Scott," she said. "For now, yes, I am on a slight sensory overload. So, go shower, I will go putz around in the kitchen and once you get done and dressed again, let's see how you are feeling. What do you say?" What could I say? I knew that I was at a point that if I pushed it too much I would push her away. I hadn't lied when I told her of my conversation with Shelby. I did keep from both of them that my intention was to get into Lynn's bed, and between her legs, before I headed back home in six weeks. "I say its time for a shower. I need to get the flight off my skin and then take some time to relax." As she turned around to head out of the room I swatted her round ass and she giggled. "You're incorrigible!" I started to take my clothes off as I walked towards the shower and got the water going. This was the other difference between the bathroom in the master bedroom and Sam's bathroom, out in the hallway. The guest bathroom was bigger: it had dual sinks, the toilet, and a bathtub/shower option. The bathroom that I would be using was made for sex. At least, that is how I saw it. It only has one sink but plenty of counter space, and at just the right height, that as a guy I could have my woman sit on it while I fucked her good as I stood in front of her. I mean, there was plenty of space for me to spread those succulent legs wide, holding her ass with one hand wrapped around those delicious globes of her derriere while keeping my other hand free to play, tease, and work on her mouth watering breasts, the tantalizing areolas and exquisite nipples. It was also deep enough that I could turn her around, have her bend over the counter so that I could go to work on that magnificent ass and have excellent access to fuck her from behind. Just picturing this started to make my dick swell. I could see the shower started to warm up, so I slid into the shower. And oh, what a shower this was! You see, it too was made for sex in my eyes. The shower stall was built in such a way that it has a bench seat towards the back of it. The story for the paper is that it is there for shaving purposes. I took one look at it as I got in and realized it was a perfect place for sex in the shower. More importantly, it was at just the right height that it gave perfect access for some delicious oral sex. I love the succulent musky smell that a woman's pussy let's go after orgasm. After licking at a woman's pussy, taking my time between the folds of her pussy lips, licking at her clit as it starts to swell and stick out, sliding my fingers into her pussy canal, slow, deep, and reaching up to find the place where her inner walls start to goose bump because I found her g-spot, and her pussy just cannot help to release its delicious smell. You can't fake that smell, you can't fake that orgasm. But as much as I love to give, I also love to receive. And that is what I pictured as I saw that bench in that shower. My dick was aching. As the hot water ran down my body I started lathering up. I closed my eyes and pictured Lynn walking into the bathroom and into the shower. My hands started working up and down my dick as I pictured her sliding over to the bench, sitting down, her delicious breasts heaving and her nipples extending as she wrapped her hands around my legs, behind my ass. She pulled me to her, my dick pointed right at her as she took her right hand, brought it up front, and stroked the length of my shaft. I could feel my dick start to ooze pre-cum as I felt her hands continue their seductive assault on my member. My knees started to go weak as my minds eye pictured her lips start to open to envelope the tip of my head, her beautiful lips made for just this moment and she started to slide down my dick. "Oh fuck, Lynn...that feels wonderful..." I knew she wasn't in there with me, but the words escaped my lips before I could stop them. "You have sounded pretty busy in there for a while now," I heard her voice from the other side of the curtain. "And if you are going to give me credit for doing something, I want to know what it is." I saw the curtain pull back as she stepped into the shower with me. "My, my ... is that all for me?" She slid down onto her knees, the water running over her body and head as she took my balls into her hands, cupping them, squeezing them, sliding my dick in her other hand and her mouth taking me deep into her, I could almost feel the back of her throat as she took me completely in. Her hair perfectly framed her face, my hands automatically reaching for her head, my fingers grabbing hold of her hair as I felt her tongue licking at my dick. Her mouth was working on the knob of my dick. She was one of the best dick suckers I have had in front of me in a very long time. She was almost as good Shelby. She was using her tongue to lick the length of my shaft. She would take the knob of my dick into her mouth as she came to the tip and take me in completely; she would suck on the tip on her way out. She was driving me closer and closer to a sensory overload. My knees grew weaker, as I felt my balls start to tighten. "Oh fuck, I don't know if you want to drink it or wear it but you are going to make me cum..." I heard myself say. "Mmmm....well, lets see what happens..." As I felt my cum start to make its way up my dick my knees gave out and was forced to sit down on the shower bench and then a felt the spurts of cum start to fly from the tip of my member, the sticky goo wrapping itself around my fingers and hitting the shower wall. I opened my eyes only to realize that it was all a part of my very imaginative minds eye. Lynn had never been in there with me, but boy did it feel, sound, smell like she had been. I finished stroking myself out, feeling the nerve endings that were hypersensitive at the feel of my hand as I stroked, flashes of light still firing off in my mind. I milked the last of my cum out, finally getting to the task of finishing my shower. I came out, toweled off, and walked into the bedroom and started thinking about what I could wear. As I was looking for my clothes I heard as Lynn started moving from the kitchen to the living room. "Scott, are you thirsty? I've got your drink ready for you." All I could think of was trying to make my dream a reality. Because the reality had to be so much better than my day dream fantasy. Oh, what slight indiscretions might take place while I'm here? Slight Indiscretions Ch. 02 For descriptions of the people in this story, you can read the first four paragraphs of Slight Indiscretions 01. This story picks up where that one left off. * "Sam called while you were in the shower," said Lynn as I walked out to the living room. She was sitting on the floor, her skirt up around her knees, fanning herself and trying to beat the heat. "She wanted to know if we would like to have dinner with her. I told her I'd ask you know once you were out of the shower." Lynn, my mother was talking about her baby daughter, Samantha, a third grade teacher who still lived at home. At 24 years of age and living in California who could blame her with the real estate market being through the roof. "Hmm," I thought. "Having dinner with two of the most beautiful women in town ...let me see: I'd be dumb to say no! Let's call her back and set it up for 7:30 tonight, what do you say?" "Well, its 5 o'clock now, it takes us about 20 minutes to get to downtown, so what could we do until then?" Lynn asked me in her ever innocent and almost naïve tone. I had come out of my shower and pulled on a pair of shorts and walked out to the living room as I had just heard the phone ring. I took the drink that she offered me and lay out on the floor beside her as we had our conversation. So as she asked what we could do, I looked up at her. At once images from moments before flooded into my minds eye. Oh to have her succulent derriere up to my face, inhaling her musky scent through my nostrils, images of laying beside her entwined in a 69 position, my dick enveloped by her luscious lips. It made me shiver and almost gave me goose bumps. "Are you okay," she asked. "It's kinda warm in here for you to get the chills, isn't it?" "Yeah, not sure what happened, but I was thinking that you could give me a massage to help me finish unwinding," I said. "Well, I thought you would be looking to get a massage at the spa tomorrow. Or have you forgotten that you promised we would go?" Forget? How could I forget? I had set up the trip to the spa precisely because I wanted to see Lynn in her two piece bikini, lounging all day, asking me to rub lotion on her body and getting her to ask me to put my hands all over her body. "No, of course I haven't forgotten. But a massage sounds real good right about now," I said as I let my eyes linger over her body and uncovered legs. She took her hands that had just been wrapped around her cold glass and ran them up and down my back as I stretched further, feeling the cold wetness of her skin. There was something slightly unnerving in the way she touched me that brought goose bumps to my skin. "All right mister, but no funny business!" she said. "I am your mother and Shelby has told me all about how you always turn her massages around on her." I could hear the hesitancy in her voice, a sound that was telling me to mind my manners as she was the mother of my wife. She started getting into the massage, kneeling beside me, her hands starting to do wonders for my shoulders. She suddenly paused, "Scott, hold on, I'm going to go get some lotion, I wanna make sure that its not so dry your skin starts to hurt, ok? I wouldn't want to have to explain chafe marks on your back now, would I?" "Not a problem, I'll be right here waiting," I said. I closed my eyes and in my mind I could hear the warning in her voice. The hesitancy of making sure that we stayed within the limits of our relationship without getting physical. And all my dick was thinking now was how good it would feel to have her hands wrapped around it, stroking my shaft. In my minds eye I could see her sitting beside me, as I lay on my back, with my outstretched member caught in her hand. I could see her bring her head and face closer to taste the pre-cum as it oozed from the tip of my mushroomed head. I could feel the soft blowing of her breath as she started to lick down my shaft and once she reached my balls I could feel her take them into her mouth as her hand stroked me, pumping my shaft with slow, long strokes. I heard her coming back to the living room from her bedroom and so my eyes lazily opened up and I took in the beauty that was coming my way. I had to find a way to get her to go over the edge, to forget about the fact that she was my mother and let the physical take over. That was to be my challenge. Would it happen today? I wasn't sure. After all I did not want to make her upset and have her not let me around her. There was a fine line to play with so that the tension was something that drove us together and not apart. I knew that she hadn't seen any action since her husband had left her so I knew that I had to play on the physical touches, I had to get her so worked up that she reached the point of no return and she asked to go further. How to do that is what I had to figure out. Once she got back I saw her come up beside me. She had a bottle of lotion in her hand and kneeled down beside me again. She took some lotion between her hands and started rubbing it into her palms. "So, what seduction do you have planned for me, Lynn?" I asked. "Seduction?" She chuckled, "I don't think someone my age could seduce you, Scott. You men always go for the younger girls. Besides, your married to my daughter, remember? I was just warming up the lotion so that it wouldn't feel too cold when I started giving you a massage," she said. She started rubbing my shoulders again, this time much slower and more deliberately than before. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Well, I know how you are always saying that you don't think you are any good at this massage thing, but I have to tell you that you are wonderful." "It comes with being a mom," she answered. "We learn how to find all the right owwy spots and help get them to go away." My dick started crying out in my mind: "I have an owwy spot, will you come take care of me and help it go away? It's aching I want to feel you so bad." I actually had to shift while I was laying on the ground as my hard on started to grow, the blood flowing to it. "Well, I love thinking that your mother's touch is helping me feel great. I can feel the tension start melting away. But I know there is plenty there, so I hope you don't get tired too soon." "Well, I'll let you know. The best thing to do is work on different spots and come back to the ones that still need to get rubbed out. So don't you worry 'cause I'm going to take care of you. Is there anything else that is bothering you?" This was the moment to play it cool. I just wanted her to dive down and give a blow job. Those lips of hers were just perfect for the task. Finding out if she was any good at it would be half the fun – I knew I could help her master her technique if she didn't have one. But I knew that I had to play it cool. "You know, my lower back got a little stiff from the flight. I tried to stretch out in the shower but wasn't too successful." "I remember when Rick used to come home from work all tight from his lower back like that. I would get him to run the hot water and let that start running down his back. Once he started to loosen up I would jump in there with him and massage him till he felt better." She sighed as she finished saying this and I looked up at her. She was lost in her imagination. I could see her eyes come alive and suddenly I saw her nipples start to harden under her shirt. I could tell that she was getting flustered because her hands started to work their way down my back, under my shorts waist and started to massage my lower back in a very sensual way. Now my dick was really starting to suffer. Rick was Lynn's ex-husband. So, her talking about jumping in the shower with him, massaging him till he felt better and then watching her reaction, made me realize that she was starting to loosen up. At least within herself and to herself. I now had to find a way to get her to loosen up with me. She caught herself mid stroke as she massaged my lower back. "I'm sorry, I got lost there for a moment. Where were we?" she asked. "I don't know Lynn but I sure wish you had taken me with you," I answered. She quickly slid her hands up my back, her cheeks were flushed and she reached to grab the bottle of lotion. "Are you blushing, Lynn? Whatever were you thinking?" I knew I could point out the fact that I saw her nipples get a rise, signaling her arousal, but I had to hold on to that card just a little longer. "No, not blushing, just warm. It's warm in here, wouldn't you agree?" she said. "I don't know, I mean, you saw. I got the goose bumps earlier and now you are blushing. Tell you what, why don't I turn on my back and you can work on my shoulders. What do you say?" I looked over at her and I could sense the hesitation in her hands. Her nipples were still rock hard under the fabric of her blouse. I could only think that she was still lost in her erotic little moment and I wanted to get her to talk about it. I needed her to admit to herself that she was getting worked up and aroused. "Okay, but give me a moment. I am starting to work up a sweat so I'm going to go get a towel and I'll be right back." I lay there for a moment, watching her leave the living room towards her bedroom. At first I thought she might just go to the laundry room as I had seen a stack of towels left in there from when she had given me mine for my shower earlier. Not thinking much of it, I turned around and put my arms under my head as I lay on my back. I must have dozed off for a moment because I woke up about ten minutes later and she had not come back. I decided to walk back towards the bedroom as quietly as I could to see what she was up to. If she came out I could always say that just got worried and was coming back to check on her. No harm, no foul. As I got closer to her bedroom door I noticed that she had slightly closed it. If she was just coming back here for a towel, I thought to myself, why would she try to close the door? And then I heard it. There was a slight muffled moan coming from the shower portion of the bathroom. There was something else that I couldn't quite place. And then it hit me. I could hear a low, deliberate buzz coming from the bathroom too. I tiptoed into the room, worked my way along the wall and tried to peer into the bathroom. From my vantage point, I could look into the shower portion of the bathroom was at and see that Lynn was seated on the toilet, her hands busy pumping a slender slick silver dildo into herself. I did not want to interrupt the moment so I just stood there, as silent as possible, taking this whole sight in. I realized what must have happened. If Lynn had returned to the living room and found me sleeping, she must have snuck back to her bedroom in order to take some time to relieve herself by masturbating. After all, she didn't have to wake me until about half an hour before we were to leave for dinner with Sam and so she must have thought she could take care of herself in the bathroom while I slept in the living room. She hadn't counted on me waking up. So there she sat, pale skinned legs, separate around the toilet that she sat on. Her eyes were closed as her right hand held the dildo in her hand. She had been working it feverishly when I first arrived and was starting to slow down. Her left hand started to make its way up under her blouse as she started to unbutton it. I could see her tummy start to come into view as she went one button at a time working her way up. She finally reached the last one, exposing her 34B bra covered breasts. I could tell that she had done this before because she unsnapped her bra from the front clasp in a single, quick and decisive motion, the whole time her right hand continued to slowly rock back and forth with the dildo buried inside of her. She took her left breast in her left hand, massaging it and playing with her nipple. She tugged on it as she started to moan. She must have caught herself because she slowed down and I could see the struggle on her face as she tried to be as quiet as she possibly could. She pulled on her nipple one more time and the reached under her breast to lift it up to her mouth. The heat from inside my shorts was too much to contain. One of my hands reached down and undid my shorts, tugging down on the zipper as my shorts fell to the ground. I started stroking myself at the sight of my mother sitting on the toilet, slick silver dildo buried inside of herself, exposed breasts staring right at me as she worked a nipple in her mouth. "Oh Scott, what are we going to do, I can't hold it much longer." I heard the words escape her mouth and I almost ran out of there. I thought I had been caught and suddenly felt like I shouldn't be there, even though this was precisely what I had been hoping for every since I knew I would be staying in this house. I looked over at her expecting to see her recriminating eyes staring back at me. And then I noticed that her eyes were still closed. She was lost in the moment! She hadn't said anything to me. She had said it to herself in whatever picture she was building for herself in her mind. And then it hit me: she had said my name. She was thinking about me as she brought herself to her orgasm. "Oh fuck," I heard her panicked voice say. This time it was directed at me because somehow I had managed to make my way over to where she was sitting and had taken her free nipple and taken it into my mouth. I have no idea how I got there because I didn't remember stepping towards her or leaning in to her breasts and taking her nipple, but there I was, deeply sucking on her nipple as the aroma of her pussy wafted up into my nostrils, the buzz of the dildo increasing as she sped it up. The slick silver dildo was moving frantically in and out of her. I took my free hand and brought it to rest on top of her pussy, my fingers searching frantically for her clit. I knew that if I could find it and massage it, I could drive her to an earth shattering climax. I wanted her to have a gusher of an orgasm, one that she would always associate with me as the one that had given it to her. Her arm wrapped itself around my neck, her hand pulling my head to her breasts. I was feeding on them even though there was nothing there to feed me – other than her engorged nipple. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming Scott... You are making me cum Scott..." her breathing got shallow and I could see her neck, her throat start to try to deeply inhale, get tight and the whole time my fingers were working on her clit. It felt wonderful as I rolled it between my fingers, her nipple still in my mouth. I had to get the other one. As I lifted my head she let out a whimper. "Don't stop, please, Scott that feels wonderful," she said. "I just don't want the other one to feel left out, that's all," I replied as I bent forward to take the other one in my mouth. I felt her arm release its hold around my neck. Her hand started to work its way down my back, caressing my skin, reaching my hip and massaging my butt muscles. Then I felt her hand reach under me to grab a hold of my cock. It was wet with my juices, the sensory overload had cause me to leak pre-cum out over the knob of my head. She wasted no time lubricating my dick, taking her hand and smearing it with the juices that were there and rubbing them up and down my shaft. Her hand was frantic as it slid up and down my pole. It felt wonderful as her fingers curled around my shaft, tightening on the upstroke and feathering me on the down stroke. She was an artist with her hand on my dick and she knew how to stroke me masterfully. She was downright panting now as another wave of convulsions hit her and I could see her belly rippling as the effects of another round of orgasms hit her and her breathing became shallow once again. By now, the dildo was still stuck inside her but her hands were not on it as she had taking her right hand and used it to brace herself on the wall. Her head was thrown back as the ecstasy took over her body, releasing my dick and bracing herself with both hands. She was a madwoman as the orgasms took over her body. The look on her face was lustfully ferocious and it begged for more. "Don't stop!" she yelled. "Whatever you do, don't stop now because I so desperately need this! Oh fuck yeah, Scott. Work my clit baby." Although I have to admit that my dick was feeling the ache that her absent hand had left, I knew what I had to do. I moved in front of her, releasing her nipple from my hand. While one hand worked her clit, the other went to work with the dildo. I was careful not to tear her apart and destroy her, but I made sure that I was following her cues. I could feel her thigh muscles as they squeezed at the dildo sliding in and out of her. Her pussy and legs were covered with her pussy juices. My hands were covered as well and then I got a wicked idea. With the hand that I was holding and thrusting the dildo I placed my thumb so that every time I stroked into her I would make contact with her clit. I then took my free hand covered in her juices and placed it around her mouth. She opened her mouth and hungrily licked at my fingers. She took one finger in at first, opening her mouth wider and taking a second finger, and then I third. She was pumping on my fingers as if they were a penis and she was giving them a blow job. She then took both of her hands that were now free and grabbed at my wrist. She pulled back away from my fingers and then shoved four of my fingers into her mouth, thrashing on it for a while, getting her mouth nose, and chin full of her pussy juice. She was a sight to behold. She was still cumming, it was amazing. And so I had to taste. The smell was wonderful and intoxicating. I took her hand and led her back to her bedroom. As soon as she saw the bed she started to slow down, hesitation in her steps. I knew it was now or never, and so I spun her around, slightly shoving her back onto her bed and as she fell her legs fell apart. I fell down over her, covering her pussy with my mouth. I was lapping at her with my tongue, one hand wrapped under her leg and reaching back over to play with her clit. At my angle my free hand was playing with her breasts. Her nipples were sticking out and I could sense her thighs tighten every time I flicked her nipples. When I started tugging on them her pussy flowed with its juices. She was loving the attention. And then I took my hand from her clit and from under her leg. I started playing with her taint. I was rubbing the juices that were spilling from her pussy and rubbing the skin between the end of her pussy and the rosebud of her ass. I was being gentle, not wanting to scare her, but playing with her body nonetheless. "Scott..." "Scott..." "It's time to wake up sleepy head..." I opened my eyes and realized that I was still in the living room. "What happened?" I asked. I felt super groggy. I could tell that I had gone out deep and was having a hard time waking up. And then it all hit me and who could blame me for not wanting to wake up? "I went to get the towel and by the time I got back you had fallen asleep and I didn't want to wake you up," she said. My dick was aching inside of my shorts. The dream had been so real that I could feel the wetness of my pre-cum pressing into me between my shorts and my body. "What time is it?" "Well, considering the wet spot on your shorts, I'd say its time for you to clean up so that we can go to dinner. Or should I call Sam and tell her that you are skipping out on dinner with her?" Now I was fully awake and fully embarrassed. My mother was making light of my shorts. How was I going to live this one down? "Tell you what," she said. "Your, um, erection and wetness will be our little secret but you will have to hurry and get ready so we can make dinner. Okay?" Slight Indiscretions Ch. 02 What could I say, it was my turn to blush and be embarrassed. "Yeah, okay. Um, I'll be right back." She didn't sound upset, but she definitely made sure to point out that she knew something was going on. Great, now I had to find a way to get rid of my stiff one alone and still figure out how I was going to nail Lynn. I had to make sure that the slight indiscretions were not so slight from here on out. This was going to be the fun part!