2 comments/ 3846 views/ 0 favorites The Girlfriend By: Sybexmaster Sitting at the kitchen table, a gun beside him, George looked again at the picture of the girl who he was going to kill. It, he decided had gone on far too long, he knew it was no good, knew he didn’t have the same feelings about her now as he did when she had first come into his life. She was ruining his life, he so much wanted to be free of her, free of the jokes his friends made about her, free of the strange looks people gave him, free of the laughter going on behind his back. Her name was Lisa; she was attractive in a funny sort of way with long blonde hair, not a stunner but still quite pretty. In the beginning he was happy to have her around, Lisa was different to other women, she understood George’s way of life, his hopes, his dreams, his needs. The problems had started one night when she’d had a few too many drinks; Lisa had got carried away and made a pass at one of his friends, making it quite clear she was available to him if he wanted her. Things had got worse, Lisa started propositioning more and more of his friends, soon they stopped coming to visit him. After that Lisa decided she wanted to go everywhere George went, if they wouldn’t come to her she would go to them she said, she even wanted to go to his work, he had put his foot down then, No Never! would he allow that. He had tried to explain to her that his work wasn’t the place for her to be seen, wasn’t a place that she would be welcome, but no matter how hard he tried she couldn’t or wouldn’t understand. Then this morning it had happened, Lisa went to his work, she just walked straight in as if she owned the place, to make matters worse she started up his forklift and tried to do his job. Oh she was clever, she almost got away with it but the foreman saw her and stood in front of the forklift forcing her to stop. The foreman knew a woman shouldn’t be driving the forklift, knew there was no female forklift driver in his factory, grabbing her arm he pulled her off the seat. Dragging her outside the factory the foreman told her off for a solid ten minutes, told her about the danger of her clothes getting caught in machinery, how her open toed shoes provided no protection, how she needed to wear a safety helmet, told her that if she wanted to work there she would have to dress properly. Listening to the foreman shout, George became aware of jeering and laughter from his workmates, the more the foreman yelled, the louder was the laughter and jeering. George tried to explain but that only made things worse, the foreman was turning redder with each moment, in the end he ordered Lisa out and told her not to come back. At home George had tried to talk to Lisa, tried to explain why the foreman had acted the way he did. It didn’t do any good she didn’t understand, Lisa didn’t see what she had done wrong, she knew how to drive a forklift, how to move safely around the factory, she was sorry she had forgotten to put a safety helmet on but anyway it would have ruined her hair and she had wanted to look pretty for his workmates, she had spent over two hours making sure her dress, her hair, her makeup was just perfect. Lisa knew it was important, so very important, for his workmates to see how pretty she was, then and only then would they understand why she acted as she did. George had talked and talked to her, patiently, oh so patiently trying to gently explain to her that it couldn’t go on any more that people didn’t understand, that yes it was a cruel world, but if she would only wait, maybe in the future there would be a place for her. She had broken down and cried her heart out, her make up ruined, finally she went to the bedroom, changed into her prettiest dress, repaired her makeup, she was ready there was no more to say. George was silent now, silent because he knew what he had to do, going to the kitchen he picked up the gun, entering the bedroom, he paused, then carefully, so as not to disturb the long blond wig, he put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. The Girlfriend The following is a work of fiction and not intended to be taken as anything other. * Maria bit her lip and tried her best not to look bored. She stared at a spot on the ceiling as Mike, her husband, labored on top of her. "Oh yeah baby, gonna come, gonna fill you up." Maria uttered silent thanks and winced at her husband's outburst. Did he honestly think it was sexy to come out with stuff like that? He probably didn't care, she thought, Mike had never been proficient in the bedroom. She glanced up at his chubby features, eyes closed in mock concentration. Oh well, she thought, better get into character. "Oh Mike, oh yeah, I'm so close baby, come on!" "Yeah! Here it comes baby, gonna pump you full!" Mike came with a grunt and Maria held him close to her. Not out of any tenderness, she just didn't want him to see the glazed expression on her face. "That was awesome Darling." He kissed her and got up to go to the bathroom. If he could have seen the look on his wife's face, he would have seen that she didn't quite share the same sentiment. They had been married for several years now, but it had been a union that had taken most people connected with the couple surprised. Maria was a statuesque brunette, with a sultry, almost exotic face and a wonderfully slender and lithe body. Even at 40, she still attracted lascivious leers and envious stares in equal measure. Mike on the other hand, was a short, portly man with thick glasses and a rapidly expanding bald spot. They were as unlikely a couple as you could ever hope to encounter. For Maria, it had been a marriage of convenience. She had had to cut short her life at college after getting pregnant with Luke, and had struggled to juggle raising him with securing employment. She had known Mike since high school, where she had been a cheerleader and enjoyed the perks and popularity that came with it, whilst he was chubby shy boy whom few people noticed. In fact, when they met up years later, Maria struggled to remember who he was after he had told her they went to the same school. Of course by that time their fortunes had dramatically changed. Maria was eking out an existence for herself and Luke, whilst Mike was a high-flying banker. Maria knew a good thing when she saw it, not necessarily for herself, but for Luke. She soon realized that Mike adored her, in fact had done since high school, and although not physically attracted to him, saw that he was a sensitive caring man who could provide for them. Maria got up off the bed, got changed and went to check on her son. Luke was downstairs reading a textbook. Normally most mothers would be happy that their children were so studious, but Maria felt with Luke this was almost to a fault. She knew he was fairly shy and reserved and didn't seem to engage in any extra curricular activities outside of school. She wasn't sure if he even had any friends, no-one came to stay and he never went out with anyone. "Luke, it's a beautiful day out, wouldn't you rather be playing football or something?' "No thanks Mom," came the reply, his attention hadn't diverted even slightly from the book. Maria stared at him in exasperation. He took after his stepfather in personality but he definitely looked like his biological father. He was tall, with a shock of blonde hair and had a strong jaw-line with almost feminine features, a handsome boy she was proud to say. Mike had been a great step-parent but Maria wondered if sometimes Luke hadn't inherited too many characteristics from him. He had recently graduated and was now waiting to go to college. Maria had tried to persuade him to get a job but he seemed content to lie about the house reading. She felt a twinge of guilt sometimes because she herself had grown up as an only child and knew it could get lonely. She had promised herself a large family but had so far been unable to carry it out. At this rate it'll never happen she reflected. Maria grabbed the paper from the table and went upstairs to the study to read. Suddenly she felt the need to relieve herself. She checked that the door to her study was locked and then turned her computer on, slowly unbuttoning her trousers. She didn't let Mike know she regularly masturbated. Before she had met him, she had been pretty adventurous sexually, especially at college. She had enjoyed a pretty vivid sex life whilst at college, pushing the boundaries as much as she could. The first had been allowing her boyfriend to take her anally. Then she had moved on to other women and also groups. There had also been a memorable night with a transsexual, but that's another story. Her sex life with Mike however had been a significant anti-climax and was very timid in comparison. Maria half-suspected that he had been a virgin when they met but never dared ask him. She selected some porn from the archive she kept hidden on her computer and slowly began to finger her slit as she watched a young couple go at it. She had often been tempted to stray and was still not short of offers but couldn't bear to betray Mike. It may have been a marriage of convenience for her but she had grown to love him, in a platonic way more than anything else though. She recalled recently at Luke's graduation she had been brusquely propositioned by one of his classmates. He was fairly handsome in a rugged, rough and ready way and Maria could tell from the bulge in his pants that she had got him excited. It was fun to tease him for a while but she knew nothing could come from it. It nevertheless turned her on immensely knowing that a young stud like him lusted after her and she tried to picture him giving her a good hard fucking. She now had two fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt, whilst her other hand tweaked her erect nipples. Very soon she came with a gentle moan. This had been the third time that day. Maria had always been highly sexed but once a day was usually enough to quell her frustration. What is it they say? A woman reaches her sexual peak at 40? It seemed that way to her anyway as she started another assault on her clit. She came quite intensely before sitting back in her chair, exhaling loudly. She resented the fact that she had been reduced to this, especially when she knew she could be out there enjoying herself. It was only her loyalty to Mike that prevented her from doing so and Luke as well she supposed. To all intents and purposes, Luke regarded Mike as his father and Maria knew it would devastate both of them if they found out she was doing anything. She was slightly ashamed to admit that monogamy had never been one of the hallmarks of her relationships. She had always been turned on by the illicit thrill of cheating. She realized that during her nostalgic thoughts she had started absent-mindedly playing with her clit again. She chided herself. What is wrong with me? She sighed because she knew the answer. I need a good hard fucking. Out of the blue she found out from Mike that Luke had a girlfriend, which came as a bit of a shock to her, especially as they had apparently been seeing each other for a few months now. Maria wondered what else Luke was keeping from her and why he had found it so easy to confide in Mike but not her. As it was, she had to extract the information from Mike, who was a little reluctant to do so. "I don't think you'd approve of her" was all he would say, though at the same time he had a twinkle in his eye which Maria took to mean that he more than approved of Luke's new playmate. "What's that supposed to mean? Wait, it's not another guy is it?" Mike took a look at her horrified expression and gave a derisory hoot. "No, no, no, although, I'd like to think even if it was, we wouldn't be bothered." "You know I'm not intolerant Mike, but every mother would eventually like grandchildren you know." "Calm down, it's definitely a girl. Well, not girl exactly, I believe 'lady' would be a more appropriate expression." Maria jumped to the right conclusion very quickly. "She's older than him?" Mike nodded his assent. "Obviously I didn't ask her age but I believe she's, well, 'mature' is probably the best word." "Wait a sec, you've actually met her?" Mike grinned sheepishly as his wife glared at him. "Yes, she seems nice. I would have told you but I wasn't sure how you'd take it." "How old is she Mike?' Maria demanded. "Ok, ok. Erm, at a guess...probably ...early forties." Maria gritted her teeth. "And...how long have they been seeing each other?" "About a few months now." Maria exploded. It was bad enough what she was hearing but the fact that Mike hadn't come to her earlier about this was tantamount to a dereliction of duty. She stormed out. Mike sighed and loosened his collar. He was a fairly easy-going guy, and had no qualms about who Luke saw as long as he was happy. Mothers however, tended to be picky when it came to potential partners for their progeny. He spent the rest of the day trying to appease Maria with little success. She locked herself in her study and seethed quietly. She was flabbergasted that she hadn't known about this earlier. She was also annoyed that she still felt horny. If anything, her anger had amplified her frustration and before she knew it, her trousers were undone and her fingers working away at her pussy. The phone snapped her out of her reverie. She snatched it up. "Hello" Her tone betrayed her rage, and there was an audible pause on the other end of the line before the caller started talking. "Hi." "Yes, can I help you?" Maria tried to calm herself down. "Perhaps. My name is Angela Hart. I'm a friend of your son's." Maria suddenly perked up. She tried to quell the strength of emotion inside her. "So you're the one who's been taking advantage of my son." Angela gave a chuckle but quickly apologized. "Sorry, it's just that you make it sound as though I'm some sort of sexual predator." "Well, as far as I can see, that's an apt description, he's 18, just graduated from high school, and you're how old?" "42." Angela replied curtly. "You don't find that a little strange." "Not really. Luke's very mature for his age. We have a lot in common." "Oh, I'll bet you do." Another pause. "Look Mrs. Delgardo, it wasn't easy for me to pick up the phone and make this call. Luke had heard from his father you were less than pleased about us. I thought maybe we could have a chat, at least be civil. I would like to meet in person to talk. If that's ok with you that is." Maria exhaled loudly. "And what would that achieve?" "I don't know, but I would appreciate being given a chance." Maria mulled it over, it would be good to meet and confront this lady in person, that way there would be no confusion over exactly where she stood. "Ok. Let's do it." "Thank you." They arranged a neutral venue at the weekend. As soon as Maria put the phone down, her hands slipped back into her panties and she hungrily brought herself to an intense climax. Luke noticed that his mother had put on a cold front with him, but he thought it best to leave her to sulk. He didn't feel as though he had done anything wrong and was slightly surprised at how upset Maria seemed. He didn't like keeping Angela a secret from her and had done so mainly on Mike's advice. In a way he was relieved it was out in the open. Maria arrived at the café punctually and strode confidently in, scanning the room for the harlot who had enchanted her son. She noticed a woman waving at her from a side booth, ushering her over. Maria gave a smug grin and walked over to join her. Angela was different to how she expected. She grudgingly admitted she was quite pretty, a petite, lithe blonde with an infectious smile. She didn't look like a 42 year old woman, but then again, she couldn't pass for too much younger either. Angela proffered a hand in greeting which Maria grabbed and gave a quick shake before quickly disengaging. "Thank you for coming to see me." "Don't mention it, it's important we set a few things straight." Maria tried to stare her down, but it was unclear what effect, if any she was having, judging from Angela's impassive blue eyes. There was an awkward lull. Maria dove back into the conversation, anxious not to lose the initiative. "So how did you meet my son?" She emphasized the last two words. A fact not lost on Angela. "Well, I met your son at work." "Oh really, doing what?" All of a sudden Angela felt as though she was being interrogated. "I'm a sexual health counselor." "What?!" "No need to be alarmed, I work for a fertility clinic, Luke answered one of our adverts about potential sperm donors." "And you decided that you needed to more hands-on approach to find out?" Angela seemed unfazed by Maria's sudden change. "Well, we like to be thorough. And after having gained intimate knowledge of the goods, I was only to happy to recommend it." She replied nonchalantly. Maria looked as though she was employing every last vestige of self-restraint not to slap Angela. "If you want to be crude Mrs. Delgardo then that's up to you, but you can't then go on to cry foul." Angela gave a determined smile which Maria, much to her annoyance found quite disarming. "You're right, that was my fault. This is hard for me." "I know, I tried to put myself in your shoes. I'm sure you must be very concerned..." "It's just...you're the first girlfriend Luke seems to have had." "Well, yes, I was a little surprised at that as well. I can't quite explain it, we just sort of 'clicked' when I was interviewing him and afterwards he invited me to go and grab a coffee." "So, he initiated it." Angela nodded. "Yes, and over coffee we got to know each other quite well, we have a lot in common." Maria felt on the defensive, this wasn't quite how she had imagined this going. She had already painted Angela as a cradle-snatching harlot so to meet this effusive, bubbly woman was a bit of a shock, and she couldn't help but warm to her. The conversation quickly moved onto other subjects and Angela gave an exhaustive biography of herself. By the time the bill had come, Maria had softened considerably. But not to the extent that she was willing to giver her approval to their relationship. Not yet anyway. "Luke likes you, and I want to like you, but you must understand, you're older than I am!" "I know, normally that would be quite a barrier for me, seeing someone his age guy but Luke is very canny and knowledgeable and you have to realize that a lot of young men do enjoy the allure of the older woman. I think he prefers mature ladies anyway." Maria went slightly red. This was the first inkling she had had of Luke's preferences. "So...you think it's a phase he's going through?" "Perhaps. It wouldn't surprise me. At the moment we're enjoying each others company and we'll just take it steady." Maria found her candor reassuring; evidently this woman didn't have grand designs on her boy just yet. He would probably forget all about her when he left for college. "Well, I still can't say that I fully approve but I suppose that he is old enough to make his own decisions without me interfering." She paused. "Do you have children of your own?" "Yes, a daughter, she's around Luke's age. I know what you're going to ask. How would I feel if she started dating an older guy?" Maria gave a grim smile. "To be honest, I'm not sure, I know that sounds hypocritical but I just hope that I would trust that she's mature enough to make her own decisions." Maria smiled for the first time during the meeting, despite her better judgment she felt a twinge of respect for Angela, she was very forthright. She quickly made her excuses and left. Angela breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Maria exit. It had gone much better than she anticipated. Luke was waiting for Maria when she returned. He kissed her on the forehead and mumbled thanks. "I take it you've spoken to Angela?" He nodded. "She seems nice." "She is, but I wasn't sure if you would like her." "It's not that I don't like her, it's just...couldn't you have found someone your own age?" Luke blushed to Maria's surprise; she had rarely seen him embarrassed. "I dunno, guess I just like older women." He fidgeted nervously. "Older than your old mom?" Maria teased him. "You're not old Mom! Heck quite a few of the guys think you're pretty hot." Maria smiled; it was always nice to know you're wanted. "Really? Bet they're all jealous of you now with your new girlfriend, what do they call it..MILF?" "Moooom." Maria giggled and ruffled his hair. He ducked and tried to turn away but she grabbed hold of him. "Come on now; give your old mom a hug!" "Mooom, let go!" They toppled over, Maria pinning him onto the floor almost, laughing all the while. "Aww, my baby's all grown up, too grown up to give his old Mom a kiss!" She leaned in to give his forehead a peck, but at the same time, he tried to raise her frame off himself, but instead found his face suddenly buried between her breasts. There was an awkward moment before he disentangled himself, his face furious rouge. Maria initially thought I was hilarious until she saw the rapidly rising tent in his shorts. "Oh...sorry Luke." She uttered, almost transfixed by his still expanding erection. "S'ok." He quickly tried to recompose himself, which mainly involved turning his back to Maria. She took the hint and quickly excused herself, still agog at what she had seen. It had been a while since she'd been up close and personal to such a magnificent specimen and she felt a little flustered. Her first impulse was to go to her study and work out her frustration but she reproached herself. "That's your son on the other end of that cock!" she told herself. "Get a grip woman." She went upstairs to take a cold shower ruing her misfortune. The following day Angela came over to the house and Maria saw her and Luke together for the first time. She still felt an underlying resentment to Angela but Luke seemed happy so she tried to be as pleasant as she could. She was uneasy at how demonstrative the two of them were together, holding hands, giggling and smooching, oblivious to Maria's furtive glances. Much to her surprise she felt a pang of envy, but quickly dispelled the thought. Before long they had excused themselves from Maria's company and headed upstairs. Maria stayed downstairs but soon her curiosity got the better of her and she stole upstairs as well. She tiptoed up to Luke's room and put her ear on the door, she didn't like eavesdropping but the temptation was too much for her to resist. Soon she could hear heavy breathing and panting and before long the unmistakable, rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. She covered her hand with her mouth in shock. Suddenly she could hear Angela moaning, softly at first but quickly escalating to vociferousness. To her further incredulity Maria felt turned-on, her first impulse was to reach for her rapidly moistening vagina but she quickly restrained herself. Angela became more vocal. Maria couldn't believe the obscenities coming out of the woman's mouth. "Harder! Harder! Yeah, fucke meeeeeeeeeeeee!" She could also hear Luke panting, imploring her to quieten down. "Cum in me, come on Luke, I want to feel your hot cum in me!" Maria's jaw dropped and she almost barged her way into the room, was Luke not using protection? Finally there was an audible grunt from Luke and Angela's histrionics subsided. Maria quickly made herself scarce and went to her bedroom. She put a hand to her crotch and gingerly regarded her soaking panties. She wouldn't admit it, but it was the most turned on she had been in months. A few hours later a sheepish looking Luke ambled downstairs. Maria was in the kitchen nursing a coffee. Luke could barely meet his mother's eyes. He poured himself a drink, neither of them saying a word or making any attempt to defuse the somewhat tense atmosphere. The Girlfriend Suddenly Maria burst into a fit of giggles. She tried to recompose herself after seeing the injured expression on Luke's face. "I'm sorry Honey, but you know they probably heard her in the next county." This caused Luke to smirk a little. "Yeah. Um, sorry Mom, sometimes she gets a little carried away, er, I think she likes it when y'know, she thinks other people are in the vicinity." "Really?" Maria feigned a look of surprise and innocence. "Kinky." She grinned at him. Luke looked uncomfortable but knew she was only teasing. "We shouldn't really have.." "No, that's ok, I guess you're a man now, so your father keeps telling me. You'll always be my little baby though!" She ruffled his hair and pinched his cheek as he grimaced. "I don't know what your father would say if he heard that." "Probably cheer." "Luke!" Maria chuckled. "Besides, he isn't exactly subtle himself" Luke gave a sly look to his mother. Maria was rather taken aback at this. "What do you mean.?" Luke went on, "Come on Mom, I've heard you and Dad, well not so much you, but definitely him." Maria blushed. It was true Mike was loud but she had certainly not thought loud enough for Luke to hear. "Well...I guess some people are loud and others are quiet." "Like you and me." Maria was unnerved a little by the way Luke looked at her. "Yes." He gave a shy smile and kissed her on the cheek. It was a simple, affectionate gesture, but his proximity allowed Maria to inhale his scent, a musky smell of sweat and cum. She was glad he quickly took his leave of her after that because she felt her pussy moistening almost as if triggered by the aroma in a Pavlovian twist. She found herself turning and admiring Luke's departing figure, the tall lean frame of his body and the tight buttocks barely covered by his shorts. Once again she had to check herself, what on earth was wrong with her. She knew what she had to do. She creeped upstairs and furiously frigged her sopping fanny to a highly satisfying climax, Angela's cries of ecstasy still ringing in her ears. Angela came around the following week as well again, it was just Maria at home. Sure enough after initial pleasantries were exchanged, Luke and Angela went upstairs. Soon enough Maria heard the tell-tale sounds. She was still astonished at how loud Angela could be, she seemed to modulate between a high-pitched shrieking and a deep guttural moaning. She hadn't dared to listen at his bedroom door since that first time, but she was certainly tempted. She still wanted to ask him if he was taking precautions as well. Luke emerged from his bedroom first to grab a drink. Maria was in the kitchen again, half-expecting him. He came down bare-chested, glowing slightly with a sheen of sweat covering his body, like a primal man who had just dragged another woman off to his cave to satisfy. They made the same joke about Angela whilst he poured himself a drink. Luke didn't seem quite so embarrassed either, in fact Maria detected more than a hint of quiet pride on his part. Maria couldn't help but become more frustrated and increasingly curious. Luke was still surprised that his mother was still ok with him seeing Angela let alone letting them fuck loudly in her own house. And he couldn't be sure but he had noticed a glint in her eyes when they spoke about it the first time, and he was sure he had seen her running her eyes over his body. He didn't want to say anything but even now he could feel her watching him; he was a little taken aback. Maria wasn't even aware she was admiring him until he turned to look her in the eyes. She flinched and turned away, like a giddy school-girl and blushed slightly before quickly regaining her composure. "So how are things going between you two?" "Good, I guess." "Yes I can see she's enjoying herself." Luke was surprised by her candidness. She had a devilish look in her eyes. "Um yeah. Listen Mom, if you're uncomfortable, we can always go to her place; she kind of insisted we come here for some reason." "Probably to try and annoy me." Luke rolled his eyes. "Seriously Mom, I don't think she's vindictive like that." "It's ok I don't mind, nice to see some-one enjoying themselves anyway." Luke looked unsure as how to interpret her last comment, but could tell that it warranted further investigation. "Erm ,not sure what you mean Mom." "Oh it's nothing Luke, just well, it happens to every married couple I guess, especially when you've been with someone as long as your father and I have." Luke looked slightly perturbed, this was more information than he wanted to know. Sensing this Maria changed the subject, " So, Angela told me you two met at the sexual health clinic." "Er...yeah." Luke seemed embarrassed, whilst Maria found it hard to suppress a grin. "And what were you doing there?" she asked, with more than a little glee. Luke knew she was teasing him. "Come on Mom. I...was thinking about donating sperm." Maria covered her mouth with her hand in mock astonishment before bursting into a fit of giggles. Luke let her laughter subside before replying. "It's not that bad. If most guys could make money from doing it they would." "Right, right." Maria grinned. "You still planning on doing it or is Angela stockpiling it?" "Mom!!!" This set Maria off again, Luke, exasperated started walking for the door but she grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into her. "You know I'm only teasing." She marveled at the musculature of his back, instinctively caressing it. This, along with his other's firm breasts jammed against his chest was enough to get Luke excited. "Sorry Mom, better go." He was terrified of her feeling his erection again. Maria could sense this as well. "Give your mother a kiss before you go." He stopped and turned to give her a quick peck on the cheek, but she nimbly sidestepped him and put her arms around him again, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. Luke looked flabbergasted, part of the discomfiture arising from below as his hard-on prodded his mother's waist. Maria didn't look down but felt a thrill at the contact. Luke quickly disengaged himself, gave a nervous smile and hurried away. What had gotten into his mother? Maria was asking herself the same question, she knew she had been flirting quite dangerously, and with her own son! It was such a delicious naughty thought, and she thought about his raging erection as she slid her hand into her trousers and commenced the inevitable. The following weekend, Mike was home. It was Maria's birthday and they were expecting a number of guests over to celebrate. There had been feverish preparation on Mike and Luke's part as they got the house ready and made all the necessary arrangements. Mike was putting the finishing touches to the buffet when Luke walked in, smartly dressed in a suit. "Ah Luke, go see if your mother is ready will you, people should start arriving soon and she's been up there for an eternity!" "Yes Dad." He was looking forward to seeing Angela who had been invited as well. It had been a bit of a strange week. He had begun to notice the tension between himself and his mother, she hadn't been as open with him as before but definitely more touchy-feely. He felt slightly intimidated, but also a little excited which scared him, this was his other after all. He knocked on the bedroom door. "Mom, Dad wants to know if you're ready, it's almost time." "Nearly there Luke. Come in." Luke opened the door and gasped. His mother was a vision. She was wearing a red dress that somehow managed to look classy and slutty at the same time. Her heaving breasts peeked out from the straining bustier. Her smooth legs sashayed towards him, unfettered by the shortest of skirts. "What do you think?" She twirled around to reveal her tanned back. "21 again huh?" She beamed at her entranced son. It was the kind of reaction she had been hoping to inspire. It had been a strange week for her as well. She had been hornier than ever but whenever she masturbated she couldn't help but think of Luke. The strangest thing for Maria had been that she didn't seem ashamed of it, plus she couldn't remember the last time she had had such intense orgasms. "Wow Mom, you look amazing." "Why thank you kind sir, suppose we better go down to the party eh?" She locked arms with him and let him escort her downstairs. He looked so dashing in his suit. Mike hardly batted an eye at his wife's attire which annoyed her, but soon guests were arriving it was not time to remonstrate with him. Angela arrived fairly soon, looking demure in comparison to Maria but still very sexy nonetheless. Maria felt a pang of jealousy when she saw Luke with her, holding hands and kissing, but she attributed it to the wine. It was her birthday after all and she had been drinking copiously since she had started getting ready. Soon enough the party was in full swing and there was no time to think about that, she had to play hostess and birthday girl. It was close to midnight when Luke came over with his gift. "Just a little something Mom, nothing special." "Oh Luke, you shouldn't have." She opened it up, it was a beautiful silver necklace and pendant. "Luke, this must have cost a fortune!" :Nothing's too good for my Mom." He kissed her cheek. Maria almost felt like crying. "Mom? Are you ok?" her expression had changed. "Yes, it's nothing. I..." "Let's go outside Mom." He led Maria outside into the chill of the night air. She still seemed a little morose. He gave her a tissue. "I'm sorry honey, just a bit over come that's all" she blew into the tissue. Luke couldn't help but notice his mother's nipples standing to attention in the cold. "You're so good to me." She leaned into him and put her arms around. "Such a good son." "What's wrong Mom?" He was anxious, praying that he wouldn't get hard, but the sight of his other like this was proving too much. She looked up at him. "Sorry Luke, I'm making a fool out of myself aren't I? I knew I shouldn't have drunk so much." "Don't be silly Mom. I think we've all had a bit too much to drink." He affectionately brushed the hair from her face. His erection was fully-blown now and there was no way that she could not notice it. She wiped away a tear and smiled at him. She freed herself from the embrace and looked down at the outline of his cock. "Nice to know I've still got it." They laughed and Luke mumbled an apology. Without warning Maria clasped her hand around it. Luke gasped but made no move to stop her. He could feel the blood surging into his penis. "So this is the fellow who's responsible for all the noise in the house eh?" She grinned and then let go. Luke seemed a little disappointed. Maria turned away and walked further down the garden path to a bench. Luke followed her. She sat down. "I don't deserve you Luke." He looked back at her in puzzlement. "I'm a bad mother." He sat down next to her and put an arm around her. "Mom, what are you talking about, you and Dad...well I couldn't have asked for better parents." She looked him in the eyes. He was so sweet and sincere. She felt his hand brush her breast. "Oops, sorry!" He quickly withdrew. She grinned at him mischievously. "That's ok, I did feel you up as well." She nodded at his erection still straining against his trousers. "Maybe you should let him out for some air." A cursory look at her face convinced Luke that she wasn't joking. Before he could reply her hands were already unbuckling his belt. He made no attempt to stop her. She slowly unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. It didn't disappoint her. It was a lot larger than Mikes in both girth and length, and the throbbing purple head was oozing precum. She looked up at him. They both seemed to recognize that they had come to a cross-roads. Luke smiled at his mother. Maria inhaled deeply and took the plunge. Literally. She swooped down and engulfed his cock in her mouth. Or at least as much as she could manage. Luke just sat there in astonishment as his mother slowly inched more of his cock down her throat. Then she pulled herself up, precum dripping from her lip. Neither of them said a word. Maria got up and repositioned herself on her knees before Luke. She freed her teeming chest from her dress and taking Luke's hand, placed it on her breast. She looked up at him with a wanton expression on her face, it was all Luke could do to stop exploding in her face there and then. She set to work on his penis again, this time ferociously bobbing up and down his gargantuan appendage. Luke rocked his head back, softly massaging her breasts with both hands. Soon enough her assault bore dividends. He erupted in her mouth. Maria clamped down her lips, catching the cum geyser in her mouth. She felt some alarm as his cock carried on spewing hot sperm into her mouth and throat but she willfully bore it. Eventually it subsided, she sloppily removed her mouth form his cock, took two or three big gulps and gasped in the cold night air. Luke looked like he had passed out but he managed to somehow bring his head up t meet her twinkling eyes. She looked back at him with an innocent air as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and proceeded to lovingly clean his still stiff pole with her mouth. Suddenly the reverie was shattered as Maria let out a loud burp. They both fell to the floor in hysterics. "You should take more time over your meals Mom!" guffawed Luke. "Shut your mouth mister, that was as much your fault as mine!" They got up. "I suppose we better get back, Angela will be wondering where I've got to." "Will she now?" Maria's tone revealed more than a hint of jealousy. "I guess you're right though." They quickly adjusted themselves. Maria swept away the grass from his shoulder, then leant in and gave him a most un-motherly kiss. Luke met her tongue with his and they stayed locked together for a minute or so, before reluctantly parting. "Thanks for the gift." "Which one?" he grinned back at her. She slapped him on the arm and they quickly strode off to rejoin the party. Throughout the rest of the party they could hardly take their eyes off each other. It seemed obvious to Luke that his mother hadn't finished with him just yet, he had to concentrate fully to stop getting hard. Luke struggled to give his full attention to Angela but she didn't seem to notice anything was amiss. Soon enough the party started to wind down but frustratingly Angela looked as though she was intending to stay the night. When they had bid farewell to the last guest she grabbed Luke and they made to go upstairs. Luke waved a reluctant good night to an unimpressed Maria. She was so horny at that stage she was contemplating sleeping with Mike but by the time she got upstairs he was slumbering soundly in bed. She made the best of a bad situation and frantically fingered herself, thinking about how Luke's penis had stretched her mouth and the taste of his cum as it shot down her throat. She awoke the following morning with a punishing hangover. The enormity of last night's events hit her. She felt guilty of having taken advantage of her own son but she was already trying to justify it. She suddenly realized that her hand had again subconsciously strayed into her panties. Mike had already left the house from the looks of it. She wondered if Angela was still here. She got up and went to the bathroom to have a quick wash. She felt her heart beat in anticipation as she threw on a flimsy negligee and applied some make-up. She had to look her best after all. Oh God, what am I doing, she pondered as she tiptoed out of her bedroom. She was beyond rational thought now, all she knew was that she had a major itch that needed to be scratched and the man for the job was in the next room. She put her ear to the door and heard Luke's gentle snoring. She couldn't be sure if Angela was in there with him. She looked out of the window to see if her car was still in the drive and felt elated when she couldn't see it. She stood at the door adjusting her hair and nightdress. Her breath was short and she thought that her heart was beating so loudly it might wake him. All of a sudden she could hear the voice of reason. "You're his mother! You can still walk away from this, don't ruin your life and his! Don't fuck your son" It turned her on even more. She could feel the juices streaming copiously out of her cunt. She slowly turned the knob. Luke looked sound asleep, lying on the bed with just a pair of boxers on. Maria glided to his bed and sat on it next to him. She stroked his face gently but he didn't even stir. She delicately pulled his boxers down and took his limp member in her hand, it was still fairly impressive in this state. She licked the head and ran her tongue down the rapidly expanding shaft. Cradling his balls, she took them in her mouth and gently sucked. Luke moaned. She slowly started jacking his cock before taking him in her mouth again and bobbing her head vigorously up and down his pole. Luke awoke with a start. As his eyes struggled to adjust to the early morning haze, he initially thought it was Angela's hot mouth on his cock. When he realized it was his mother he nearly jumped out of bed. Maria smiled and let his cock fall from her lips. "Morning sweetheart. I thought you could use a hangover cure. What do you think?" She resumed her thorough blowjob. Luke looked too stunned to answer. Last night's events seemed almost like a dream to him. His mother had given him the best blowjob of his life and was now in his room trying to surpass it. He ogled her voluptuous body, reaching out to squeeze her full tits. A moan from Maria signified her approval and soon he had his paws all over her. Soon her endeavors were rewarded. Luke unleashed another heavy load into her mouth, not as much as last time, but enough to make the wanton mother gag a little. Luke lay there stunned as his mother emerged from between his legs sporting a winning smile and drops of cum around her pretty mouth. She licked her lips in such a manner that Luke felt himself go hard again. Maria noticed it too and clasped her hand around the base of his penis. "Well, look what we have here. I wonder what I should do with this?" She stood up and casually took her negligee off. Luke gasped, he had always known his mother was a beauty but had never appreciated how much. He could barely believe that she had just celebrated her 41st birthday. She turned around and dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, waggling her beautifully rounded bottom, proffering it to him. "Luke." She sounded guttural. "If you don't start fucking Mommy soon, I may have to punish you." Jesus Christ, he thought, this was so horny. He stepped up off the bed. He had never felt his cock throb like this before. He laid his hand on the small of her back. He could feel the heat coming off from her pussy and see her juices streaming down her thighs. "Hurry Luke, you don't want to keep Mommy waiting." He grabbed her tiny waist with both hands and slowly eased himself into her velvety snatch. They both moaned out loud. Maria had never felt so full up in her life. She twitched her vaginal muscles slipping more of him inside her and started pushing back and forth. Hot damn, Luke thought, she can't wait to get started. He started pumping away, his cock saturated with her pussy juice. Maria suddenly realized why Angela had been so loud. "Oh God Luke, that's it, fuck Mommy! You naughty boy!" Hearing his mother talk like this heightened the pleasure for Luke, he increased his pace. As hard as he was pumping, Maria was pushing back onto him just as much. The Girlfriend "Come on Luke baby, fuck me hard! Fill me with that hot cum of yours!" Luke knew he was near, he was still in a trance-like state: was this writing, screaming nympho on the end of his cock really his mild-mannered mother? Come on baby, Mommy needs your cum, she needs it so bad!" Finally he came. As soon as she felt him squirt several stream of cum into her, Maria was hit by an almighty orgasm. She was still feeling its effects even after her exhausted soon had uncoupled himself. They both collapsed on the bed. Mike returned home later that evening to find Luke in the living room. He looked exhausted. Mike gave him a wry smile. "You have a good time last night with Angela I take it?" Luke went red and mumbled a yes. All he could think about was how sore his penis was. His mother had spent the whole day practically raping him. He strongly suspected that this was just the beginning as well. Mike grinned as he saw the faraway look on Luke's face. He went upstairs. Maria was in bed. "Did you have a good birthday sweetheart?" "It was wonderful, thanks darling." "Hopefully your birthday wish will come true." "It already has." Maria murmured to herself with a smile. To be continued? The Girlfriend Greg was feeling lonely. His wife had died suddenly of cancer two years ago. He hadn't had the time or inclination to start dating again, besides which he had his 21-year old son living with him. Working part-time from home, he didn't meet that many other women in the normal course of the day. Making it worse, his son Paul was dating a pretty 20-year old who had started sleeping overnight in his bedroom. Greg sighed as he prepared his breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast, thinking back to his own youth, when sex was on every teenager's mind. It was still on Greg's mind too, but there wasn't much evidence amongst his friends that they thought about anything much else than work, football, and golf. Amy appeared in the kitchen, looking cute in summer pajamas, made of light floral material, showing her bare midriff. Her pert C-cup breasts were clearly visible through the fabric, as it fell off them loosely. His eyes slid over her, careful not to look like an old pervert. 'Hi Amy,' he greeted. 'Hi Greg,' she replied brightly. 'Mind if I have a piece of bacon?' 'Sure.' Greg offered her a slice, and went on with his breakfast. He pulled the newspaper towards him, and immersed himself in the latest violence and mayhem in the world, conscious he was only in pajamas himself, and didn't want to get too excited looking at his son's girlfriend. Paul joined them for breakfast after a while, and Greg couldn't help noticing a glance of exasperation directed at his son by Amy. 'What was that about?' Greg wondered. Amy brightened up though, and flirted with Paul all during breakfast. Paul didn't seem to really respond much, piquing Greg's interest. Greg thought that for someone who had just screwed his son the previous night (he assumed) she seemed pretty fired up. Oh well, none of his business. That evening though he noticed for the first time that, after watching the TV for a couple of hours, Amy was encouraging Paul to join her in bed, without much response. Phew, Greg thought, if that was me being invited I would be running out of the room so fast the windows would rattle. 'Ah, youngsters,' he thought. 'You never can tell what they are thinking. Still, it's none of my business what they do.' The same scene was replayed the next evening, and Greg started to wonder how often those two were actually 'doing it'. He initially had assumed that, being young, they would go at it like the proverbial rabbits, every night. Now he wasn't so sure. Meanwhile, Amy's fairly obvious sexual tension was transmitting itself to Greg. Not aimed at him, to be sure, but to be in a house where a young woman was turning up the sexual temperature, in the way she walked, talked, dressed, acted, was having a side-effect on him, the bystander. Finally he could stand it no longer. A camera, he thought. Maybe he could see what the hell those two were up to. And if he couldn't have a beautiful 20 year-old in his arms, at least he could watch her in action, naked, fucking his son. If indeed that was what she was doing. The next day at a specialty store he found a security camera, which had infra-red LEDs and could operate in complete darkness. It had a transmitter, and there was an accompanying receiver, which could be placed nearby to watch what it viewed. While Paul was at work, and Amy at Uni, he climbed onto a chair in their bedroom, and nested the camera amongst some old boxes, trying hard to make it as inconspicuous as possible. A few tests with the viewer confirmed it was aimed straight at the bed. That evening, he read a book while he waited for the two supposed love-birds to go to bed. As soon as Amy finally convinced Paul to join her, Greg moved off to his room too, and turned on the receiver. She quickly got undressed, and was clearly encouraging her somewhat more reluctant boyfriend to join her. He hugged her, but didn't seem inclined to go any further. 'Geez, Paul, be a man for Christ's sake,' muttered Greg to himself. Meanwhile on the camera he could see, after some more futile attempts by Amy, Paul rolled over to go to sleep. However Greg was intrigued to see that Amy still lay there on her back, hands between her legs, a faraway expression on her face. She was feeling herself up, Greg was certain. The gentle movements continued. She glanced over at Paul with irritation, pushed the bed clothes off herself, revealing her whole naked body. One hand was still moving up and down over her slit, the other lightly touching her breast. Her body started to tremble. Greg couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed his own dick. He felt a bizarre connection with her. She didn't know he was watching, but they were, in effect, having sex together, or at least, at the same time. He let her set the rhythm, and matched his strokes to hers. As Amy bucked into an orgasm, Greg felt the cum shooting between his own hands making a mess of his pants. Oh well, clean pajamas tomorrow, he thought. --------- Next morning, as they shared breakfast, Amy asked, 'Can I borrow this chair? I think I left some papers on top of that wardrobe in Paul's room. Be right back with it.' As she left with the chair in her arms, Greg stared after her with absolute horror. She would notice the camera. She would scream blue murder. Violation of privacy, watching people have sex without their knowledge. A serious criminal offence. He quickly tried to invent an excuse. Any excuse. 'I know,' he thought. I'll say it was a baby monitor. No, no, it's too new for that. I'll say it was, it was, er, oh god, what the hell will I say?' Amy returned with the chair and her papers. Greg tensed for the accusation, the shame, the humiliation. But she didn't seem to have noticed it. He let out a big sigh of relief. Maybe she didn't realize what it was. He was saved. But that day, it had to go. Too risky. He was crazy to have tried it. As they bustled around the kitchen, clearing up, she waited until Paul had his back to them, looked Greg directly in the eye, and raised her eyebrows. An interrogation. What the hell was he up to? He looked back in horror. She did know! Maybe he could explain. Somehow. However she just smiled, and winked briefly. She knew, and wasn't about to holler for the cops, he thought. Maybe he wasn't going to jail after all. Paul left to get ready for work, and Amy briefly lingered in the kitchen. Just for a moment. She looked Greg in the eye again and said softly "leave it there." He was stunned. Leave it there? No complaints? Would she tell Paul? Paul was hardly the one to take it lying down. He might be a wimp in bed, but he had integrity. He knew what was right and what was wrong. Leave it there? And then what? Keep watching? What else? What possible reason would there be to leave it there, if he didn't look into the receiver again. Greg was dazed, stunned, flabbergasted, stupefied. (Greg had also been reading the Thesaurus that day). He was also in an agony of indecision. Why 'leave it there'? Was she planning to tell Paul, so they could come back together that afternoon, with the cops, the Media, the Child Protection Agency, and a horsewhip for good measure. But why the wink and the smile? Maybe she didn't mind. Maybe she liked flaunting her body. 'What the heck,' Greg thought. Maybe it will all work out. -------- That evening they returned for dinner, alone. No cops, no nothing. Paul didn't go for his father's throat, so Greg assumed he still didn't know. Amy behaved the same as usual. The loving girlfriend, the polite house-guest. Nothing more. Nothing except, once, a single wink when Paul wasn't looking. After they all retired to their bedrooms Greg turned the receiver on again. He could still see the bed. He saw Paul clearly rejecting Amy's advances tonight. He looked tired. He seemed to be trying to say that. Amy shrugged. They both had their pajamas on. Paul rolled over to go to sleep. Amy turned to look directly at the camera. Stared at it, then stared back at Paul. She pointed to her wrist as if to indicate that some time needed to elapse. Greg decided to wait it out a bit. She seemed awake still, and obviously wanted him to watch something. After about 10 minutes, when he was starting to feel a bit sleepy, she rolled over and checked her boyfriend, presumably to see if he was asleep. Satisfied, she quietly got out of bed. She faced the wardrobe, directly facing the camera. With a smile on her face she slowly, very slowly, started unbuttoning her pyjama top. She undid the top button. Paused, looking at the camera. Smiled. Turned around. Slowly reached for the next one down. Undid that. Meanwhile Greg's cock was bulging uncomfortably in his own pyjama pants. She was doing a strip-tease for him, obviously. She must find it a turn-on. Finally she got all the buttons undone. But the top still hung loosely over her breasts. He was dying to see them, but she made no attempt to remove the top. But she must be planning to, surely? Or not? Was that it? Just a teasing unbuttoning? He tried to silently project his thoughts, 'take it off, take it off'. Success, maybe. She grabbed the sides of the pyjama top and started pulling them sideways, her breasts coming into view. Then she released it before he had seen more than a glimpse. Stared straight at the camera again, smiled, and mouthed the word 'later'. She turned her back, climbed back into bed, and rolled over. It looked like the show was over for tonight. --------- Next morning was Saturday, and Paul was notorious for sleeping in late on Saturdays. Greg and Amy were finishing off the breakfast. Amy offered to help with the dishes. She was still in her pajamas, the same ones he saw unbuttoned last night. Of course, they were buttoned right up again now. As they stood together at the sink, him washing, she drying, they had their backs to the only door. She asked quietly, 'enjoy the show?' 'Er,' he replied, not sure if admitting anything was wise. 'You didn't say 'what show?', so I'll take that as a yes,' she responded. 'There might be another tonight, so stay tuned.' she went on. 'Anything special you'd like to see?' she teased. 'Ah, er.' Tongue-tied he couldn't bring himself to reply. This was wrong on so many levels. He hadn't touched the girl, and she was about 30 years younger than him. Not only that, she was his son's girlfriend, not his. Perhaps the camera should go, then he wouldn't be tempted any more. 'Perhaps this?' she smiled, unbuttoning her top three buttons quickly. The shirt fell aside a bit, and he could see those voluptuous 20-year old tits. 'Take a quick look,' she whispered. 'I don't mind. Paul might be up soon, though.' He glanced down, his cock thickening up again. She wiggled a bit, making them sway a bit. Then she did up two of them, leaving the top one open. It didn't look particularly suspicious, but he still got a bit of a look. 'I don't mind showing off my body,' she whispered, 'but I'm not a tart. Paul's my boyfriend, but he's a bit of a prude. He doesn't approve. If he's not going to admire me, his Dad may as well. But just looking, not touching, you understand?' Greg nodded, speechless. 'Leave the camera there,' she went on. 'I get pretty horny, and having someone watch will help me get off. Might help you too,' she winked. 'Just a tip,' she continued. 'Paul is usually pretty relaxed on Sundays. You might see us fucking that night. Could be a good one to watch. If you like that sort of thing.' She grinned. --------- That night, Saturday, he could hardly wait for the next installment. As on the previous night, she waited for Paul to fall asleep, then got up and undid her buttons, slowly, smiling at the camera. This time she let the shirt-top fall to the floor. She pirouetted slowly, so he could see her breasts from every angle. Then she lay on top of the bed, wiggling her chest slightly so her breasts wobbled as well. She had kept her pyjama pants on, so he couldn't see anything below the waistline, but it was clear she had a fantastic body. Moving slowly, her left hand disappeared inside her pants, and started moving slowly up and down. She lay turned towards the camera, and moved her other hand to her mouth. Keeping her fingers bent, she started sucking her big finger, as if it was someone's cock. Slowly moving the finger in and out, with her lips pursed around it. Her other fingers were bent inwards, touching her palm. Slowly the finger straightened, just as if it was a cock, and she was sucking it off. She looked straight at the camera. The message was pretty plain, 'this is your cock, I'm sucking it, and it is getting hard.' In his room, Greg was using his hand, and moving it at the exact same speed Amy was doing with her finger. And his cock was straightening up in the same way. She certainly seemed to know what she was doing. This was sex by remote control. Just as Greg thought he was going to climax she removed the finger quickly from her mouth, and shook her head sharply at the camera. She let her finger slowly go limp. She must have guessed that he was about to come, and wanted him to wait. Her other hand was still moving rhythmically though fingering herself. She glanced at the camera, pointed to her chest with her free hand, and mouthed the words 'me first.' Then she closed her eyes and relaxed into the pleasure of the moment. Her free hand lay lightly on her breasts, tracing lazy circles, occasionally touching her nipples. He wished she had taken her pants off, but it didn't take much imagination to guess what was happening. Her body started trembling, and then she bucked up into a wild orgasm. In obedience to her earlier command he had taken his hand from his cock, but after watching that it was drifting back onto it. She must have guessed the effect she would have because she opened her eyes again, looked at the camera, shook her head and made an unmistakable 'no' gesture. 'Oh god, Amy,' he thought, 'let me come.' But he knew that the tease was very effective. She started rubbing both breasts with her hands, one on each, staring back at him. He squirmed on his seat, trying to get relief. Then she lifted the 'limp' finger and started moving it back towards her mouth. The signal for him to start touching himself again. But she was moving it incredibly slowly, drawing out the moment. He couldn't disobey, besides it felt incredible. As her finger got closer to her mouth she straightened it, as if she knew his cock would already be straight after watching her come. Suddenly she smiled at him, plunged it into her mouth and moved it back and forwards quickly. It was obviously the signal for him to do the same. He jerked himself quickly, and felt himself come almost instantly. It was the most intense orgasm he had felt in ages. But how to let her know he was finished? Then he had an idea. Without bothering to be quiet, he opened his own bedroom door, walked down the hall past his son's room, and went to the bathroom for a quick piss. He thought she would hear the door shut and realize that he was done for the time being. Returning to his room, he looked back at the screen. A moment after the door shut, she looked at the camera, blew a kiss, and waved goodbye. Then she crawled back into bed and rolled over. Message received. --------- The next morning Paul was sleeping in again, so the two of them were alone in the kitchen. She said nothing about last night, but he noticed her top two buttons were undone this time. A small tease just for him. As she helped him with the dishes again, she moved a bit closer and bumped up against his side. He raised his eyebrows, now what was she up to? But she just whispered, 'no touching, remember? That means you.' 'That means you,' huh? The ground rules were being laid pretty clearly. She could touch him, but he wasn't to touch back. Pretty sensible probably. Didn't want to get carried away. Still, with her young body lightly touching his side, he felt the effect, felt as if he was being teased again, and enjoying it. Being rubbed against, and looking down her top at her tits. Paul and Amy went out shopping that afternoon at the local flea-market. They came home with a few trinkets, and Greg noticed that Amy had a broad grin on her face, as if at some inner joke. Later that night he settled down in his bedroom to see what sort of show she would put on tonight. They would probably fuck, she had hinted. Indeed, they were getting all their clothes off. She seemed to be negotiating with him, suggesting that she go on top for the 'cowgirl' position. She started by sitting on his legs so she could work on his cock directly, with her hands, while he was playing with her tits. Greg couldn't see all that clearly, as her back was to him, blocking his view of the action. Ah well, he thought, another tease, no doubt. A moment later Greg changed his mind. She had turned around, facing him, in the 'reverse cowgirl' position. Now she could look at the camera, Greg could look at her tits, and watch his son's cock slide up into her. Meanwhile her back blocked Paul's view of what she was doing with her eyes and her hands. While she bounced up and down, doing her best to climax Paul, her hands were rubbing over her tits, as she stared at the camera and smiled at Greg. She licked her lips and blew a kiss at the camera. As his son climaxed Greg did the same a moment later. She had managed get them to both come at the same time. 'What a girl!' he thought. After that, all three of them went to bed and slept soundly. ----------- Next morning, Paul had to get off to work early. Greg was nervous about being alone in the house with her. He was starting to realize she didn't have many inhibitions, and was wondering what she would try next. She joined him for breakfast. 'How was last night?' she asked mischievously. 'Good, thanks, really good.' he replied. She smiled at that. 'Did you, ah ...' she grinned at him. 'Yes, I did.' he responded, looking a bit guilty. 'I'm glad. Thanks for having me stay over. You're really sweet. I've got you a little present at the market,' she said with a twinkle in her eye. 'Here, let me show you.' She went to the room she shared with Paul and returned with a small parcel. 'I got it for your bedroom. You might enjoy it.' She headed towards his room. He followed her, mystified. She unwrapped the gift. It was a small wind chime that tinkled if you moved it. 'Here, let me hang it up for you. Where do you sit at night, when you watch us?' A direct question. It deserved a direct answer. He pointed to the edge of the bed. She raised her eyebrows. 'Show it to me.' After all she had done he could hardly refuse. He reached into the bottom bedside cupboard drawer, and pulled out the receiver and flicked the switch. The view of the bed in the other room was pretty clear. She shrugged, 'hmm not bad. Let's see now. I think we'll put the chime here.' She hung the chime from the edge of the bedside light. Touched it gently. It tinkled softly but clearly. 'Better be careful if you touch that at night,' she warned. We will probably be able to hear it in our room. 'But I'm guessing, not if we are asleep.' She winked. He thought she was sending him a message. The wind chime could be used as a signal. She could hear it if she was awake, but Paul wouldn't if he was asleep. A sort of secret communications device. 'Enjoy.' She skipped out of the room. Shortly after she left the house as well. ------------ That evening he wondered how the wind chimes would be used. He soon found out. After they had retired to their rooms again, and Paul had drifted off to sleep, she got out of bed and looked at the camera. Then she cupped her hand to her ear, as if she was listening for something. The Girlfriend He understood. He tinkled the chime quietly. She nodded and smiled. He guessed that if he didn't reply with the chime she would assume he was asleep, and not bother putting on a show for him. At that moment Paul rolled over in his sleep, facing her. This wasn't so good. If he happened to open his eyes, he would be astonished to see his girlfriend dancing around the room for no reason. She shrugged. Another night. With her back to Paul she blew Greg a quick kiss, waved goodnight with a small hand movement, and crawled back into bed. Show over for tonight. ---------- The next morning Paul left early for work again, leaving Greg and Amy alone in the kitchen eating breakfast. Amy had a pensive look on her face, as she made a cup of coffee, and sat down facing Greg. 'Greg,' she said. 'I want you to understand something about me. I'm not a slut, I don't want to have an affair with you, or anyone else. I love Paul, but right now he isn't totally satisfying me in bed. He only wants to do it once a week. You know some people have different sex drives? Well I think that is what is happening with us. I'm going to try to work on it with him, for our sake.' 'Having said that,' she continued, 'I have needs too, and I will get frustrated if they aren't met. Once a week is barely enough. Showing off to you is helping me, helping me a lot. It helps me to connect sexually with someone, even through that blasted camera of yours. But physically I'm Paul's, not yours. Can you handle that? If not I better live somewhere else.' 'What do you want from me?' Greg asked. 'Just keep watching me,' she replied. 'If I'm too tired, or if Paul isn't asleep, I'll just go back to bed and feel myself up privately. If I don't hear your bell, I'll assume you are too tired, and we can have a show another night.' She jumped up brightly. 'Meanwhile, let's enjoy today! I'll help you with the dishes again. And to make up for last night I'll do it topless.' She grinned and pulled her pyjama top over her head, exposing her lovely breasts. His eyes boggled at the sight. Involuntarily he moved a step closer. 'Remember, no touching,' she said. 'I don't want to sound harsh, but one touch, and I'm hollering 'rape'. Get as close as you want, stare as much as you want. But don't touch.' He nodded. Pretty clear rules. They did the dishes together, him staring at her tits as much as he could. He thought he wouldn't get that chance every day. Playfully she scooped a handful of bubbles from the sink and spread them over her breasts. He had to stop drying dishes, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and waited for the intense moment of arousal to pass. She giggled, 'you like that, huh? I must remember that. Maybe I'll take a bubble bath one day.' Glancing down at his erection in his pants she went on, 'looks like I better stop doing this.' She put her top back on and grinned at him. --------- That evening, after Paul came home, he made an announcement. 'Dad, Amy, I've got good news and bad news. The good news is, I got a promotion. The bad news is, I have to work interstate for six months.' 'Oh, Paul!' Amy cried. 'But my exams are coming up! I have assignments to submit, essays to write. I can't join you for months.' 'I know, it's a bummer,' agreed Paul. 'Dad, is it OK if Amy stays in my room while I'm gone? She hasn't got anywhere else to stay.' Greg looked startled. 'Er, sure, yes. That's fine, Amy.' You're practically family now. Greg stared into his coffee cup. Just that morning Amy had told him how she needed sex frequently, and now Paul was leaving for a few months. And after going around topless in the kitchen that morning. He thought the sexual tension in the house would soon go through the roof. Paul and Amy went to their bedroom early that evening, and he could hear them talking at length. 'Not much happening tonight,' he surmised, and didn't even both to watch. Besides, they were entitled to some privacy if they were going to be separated for months. --------- Next day, while they were out, he got back on the chair and removed the camera from their room. He didn't think he would be able to stand being teased every night for six months without something unfortunate happening, that everyone might regret. That evening, after dropping off here homework in the bedroom, Amy came out looking at him briefly through narrowed eyes. She had obviously spotted the change. Still, impossible to discuss with Paul there. Next morning over breakfast, after Paul had left, she said simply, 'why?' 'Look, Amy,' he replied. 'It isn't right in the first place, and I won't be able to stand the tension of watching you every might for months. I'll go insane. You don't want me to touch you. Fine. I'll be trying to do just that after three nights of watching. It won't work.' She compressed her lips. 'Well, Buster, you can put it straight back tomorrow. I'm not going to be the only person in this house craving sex. We can both be in it together. Craving it, I mean. At least I'll have the satisfaction of knowing someone else is suffering like I am.' He shook his head stubbornly. 'Right,' she replied. 'I'll give you one last chance. I took photos of your camera with my own camera. And I took a photo of the receiver you showed me, next to your bed. And I found the instruction manual next to it. And the receipt. Which I kept. It's pretty damn clear what you have been up to. The date shows the camera is new, after I moved in. And the photo proves it was in our room, pointing at the bed. And the other photo proves you can easily have watched us. Why else would it be there?' 'Look,' she pleaded. 'I don't want to get you into trouble. But I need some sort of support while Paul is gone. Someone I can confide in. Someone who I can share the sexual tension with. Put the camera back. If you do, I won't tell Paul anything about it. If you don't, I'll show him the photos, and then I expect he'll come in and whip your arse pretty damn soon.' 'Please,' she continued, as he seemed to waver. 'He's leaving next Monday. On Sunday night I'll fuck his brains out, and I'd like you to watch. Then I'll put on a private show for you every night or two. We can both relieve our tensions, and no-one will get hurt. I'm not being unfaithful, and you aren't doing anything wrong.' 'How do I know you won't use the photos anyway?' Greg asked. 'You'll have to trust me on that one,' she replied. 'After all, you started it. You're lucky I didn't holler for the cops on the first day. I could have easily you know. Dragged Paul in, shown him. There would have been no escape. You've trusted me this far, you may as well keep doing it. But if you lay a finger on me, well we know what will happen then, don't we? That's why I'm not particularly worried about being alone with you. Those photos are my insurance. And I've left copies at my parents' house, in case you are thinking of trying to find them.' He didn't like being out-manoeuvered like that. 'OK, fine, I'll put the camera back. You can force me to do that. But you can't know whether or not I'm watching you, so you may as well not bother with the show.' She thought for a moment. 'OK, this is how it will go. When I'm ready to start, I'll expect to hear that bell. And then every few minutes I'll hold up my fluffy toy I have with me. You know, the little kitten. I expect to hear the bell again within a few seconds. That will prove you are watching. But don't just ring the bell randomly, only when I hold up the toy. Got it?' 'Got it,' he replied, looking defeated. Oh well, he thought, it could be worse. Being forced to watch her strip every night for six months wouldn't be any big punishment. -------- He put the camera back that day, noticing a slight smirk on her face that night. He didn't bother watching her the next few days, but there was no reaction. He thought the pressure would probably come on once Paul was gone. On Sunday, the day when she promised to 'fuck Paul's brains out' she whispered to him quietly during breakfast 'I want you to tell me on Monday what positions we did. Just so I know you watched. Better get it right. I'll check with you first thing tomorrow, before Paul leaves for his flight.' The flight was an early one, so they all went to bed early. He turned on the receiver reluctantly, feeling as if he was being controlled a bit more than he liked to be. He got ready to memorize their positions, as ordered, hoping there wouldn't be too many to remember. His eyes opened wide as Paul waved off her advances, crawled into bed, turned away from her, and went to sleep. No positions? Well that would be easy to remember. He felt sorry for her. She was standing there stark naked, hands on hips, looking furiously at her supposed lover. Six months away, and not even a going-away fuck? You could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. She glared at the camera, and then snatched up her pajamas and let herself out of the room. 'Now what?' he wondered. He didn't have to wonder for long. His door opened and she stalked in. She had stopped for a moment to slip back into the pajamas. 'Well, Greg?' she snapped. 'How many positions did we do?' 'Ah, zero?' he ventured, trying to placate her. 'Damn right, zero!' she hissed. 'Don't touch me!' she warned as he moved to comfort her. He stopped, uncertain what to do. She collapsed on the bed, crying softly. After a couple of minutes she sat up, and glanced at the screen. Paul was sleeping peacefully. 'Grrrrr' she said, clenching her fists. 'Look at me! Six months without sex, and he's too tired to do it on the last night! Useless bastard!' She advanced on him, her shirt flapping open as she hadn't bothered to do up the buttons. 'You touch one part of my body and I'm going to scream!' He backed away from her furious face, trying to avoid her touch. 'I thought that final fuck would last me a week, at least. But, nothing!' She clenched her fists. She moved towards him again. He scrabbled over the bed to avoid touching her. She glanced down at his pants. 'And what the hell are YOU doing?' she demanded, looking at his erection. 'Well, er, you ARE here with your front open.' he replied, trying to placate her. Fuck, anything to avoid her screaming 'rape', or showing Paul the camera. He backed into the corner of the room. He glanced down at her heaving chest, her beautiful tits moving up and down under the intense anger she was feeling. She moved slowly towards him. He was trapped. He flattened himself against the corner, trying to avoid touching her. She stopped a tiny distance from in front of him. Her breasts almost touching his. And his cock almost touching her. She glanced down. He looked at her tits. Lovely as usual. Well, was he going to spend the night in jail, or what? She started to calm down. 'OK, here's what's going to happen here,' she said. 'Your son didn't bring me off but you sure as hell are going to. Without touching a single part of my fucking body! Got that?' 'Yes,' he squeaked. She walked over to the door and turned the key, so they wouldn't be disturbed. She glared at the door. She buttoned up her pajamas to the top. 'Take off your pajamas, lie on the fucking bed, and watch me.' she ordered. 'I'm going to see you come right before my eyes, and after you do, you are going to watch me come. Then I'm going back to bed. But I'm warning you,' she breathed, 'one attempt to touch me and you are spending the rest of the night in a jail cell.' Naked, he lay on the bed and watched, as she started her routine. It was about a thousand times better in the flesh than through the crappy video camera. She closed her eyes and started swaying and dancing to some inner rhythm. Her hips moved, her breasts swung under the cloth, it was mesmerizing. She faced him, looking directly into his eyes. Even fully clothed in her pajamas, he felt his cock thickening. She was fantastic! Feisty, cute, young, and coming on to him. But not available though. She had made that really clear. She swayed around, gradually unbuttoning her top. By the time all the buttons were undone his cock was pointing straight up. She smiled. At least someone appreciated her. She slipped the top off. Advanced on him. He cringed away. No touching! But she stopped millimeters from his body. She backed off a bit. 'Put your hand around your cock, Greg,' she ordered. He complied. She started waving her hips around. 'Start doing it,' she ordered. He started moving his hand, acutely embarrassed, but frightened to disobey. Imagine if she screamed now, and Paul burst in and found him naked in the room with her, semi-naked. She dropped the pyjama pants onto the floor, and kept up her gyrations. It was becoming too much. His hand moved faster. She purred at him, waving her tits in front of his face. 'Go on, Greg, do it!' He didn't need much more encouragement. His hand moved even faster and he quickly felt his sperm shooting out over his hand, all over his body. 'Right, not bad.' she nodded. 'That's quite a turn-on. OK, get up and watch.' He jumped up to avoid her as she lay down where he had been, sitting down on the chair near the bed. He watched in fascination as she spread her legs and started touching herself. 'Hmmm, I like the smell of where you have been,' she said. 'Helps me a lot. Tell me how sexy I am.' That wasn't too hard. 'You are lovely,' he replied. 'Your breasts are just the right size. Your skin is flawless.' As he made each compliment her hand moved faster. She closed her eyes and seemed to descend into a personal, sexy world. She must have been really primed. After a couple of minutes she jerked around like crazy, hand stuck firmly into her cunt. A shuddering sigh left her body. It went limp. After a couple of minutes she got up. 'Better,' she said. 'Thanks for that.' She moved back close to him, reached forwards and ran her finger over his belly, collecting some of the semen from a few minutes ago. She stuck her finger into her mouth, sucking it. 'Tasty' she smiled. His cock started moving up again, towards her. 'Uh uh,' she said, noticing. 'Remember what I said.' 'I can't go on like this for six months,' he moaned. 'Give me a break. This is only the first day. Not even the first day. Paul is still in the other room. Can't you go live somewhere else?' 'Nuh, uh.' she replied. 'If I'm going crazy with horniness, so are you going to. Blame your son. I'm off to bed now. Sweet dreams!' She left the room, taking her pajamas. ------------ Paul left for the airport early the next morning. Afterwards, over breakfast, he decided to have it out with her. 'Look, Amy, I'm not going to be bullied in my own house. I'm not going to spend the next six months worrying if you will cry 'rape', or dob me in for having the camera. If you are going to do it, do it now. Otherwise give up on it. We can agree to put all that in the past, or you can get out of here, and I'll take the consequences, however severe.' She raised her eyebrows at him. 'Well, you've got more balls than your son. More than most guys I know. Are you sure though? She reached for her phone. Not hard to spill the beans. You will be disgraced. Perving on an 20-year old girl. Pathetic. Sure you don't want to retract that? Agree to whatever I say?' 'I'm sure,' he replied, staring her down. 'If you are going to do it, do it.' She smiled and put the phone down. 'I wasn't sure but I am now. I like a man with backbone. OK, it's all in the past. I won't mention it again. But don't get carried away. If you touch me, it will be with permission. Which you might well get.' She licked her lips. He decided to push his advantage. 'Hang on a minute. Most relationships aren't built on permission-in-advance. I'll agree to stop if you say 'stop'. But I won't agree to never do anything. Take it or leave it.' She smiled broadly. 'That's exactly the relationship I want. How did you know?' He replied, 'You're feisty. You like feisty people. You don't like doormats.' 'True,' she agreed. 'OK, that's settled. I like you, you know. Let's do the dishes.' She got up, carrying her dishes to the sink, and immediately took off her top, again showing her bare breasts. 'Oh geez, Amy. What are you trying to do to me?' he asked. 'Teasing you Greg. What does it look like? But you don't have permission to touch me today, is that clear?' 'Sure,' he replied, sighing. 'Let's get on with it. Today. Does that include tonight?' He asked hopefully. 'Today is the day time,' she responded teasingly. 'Tonight, who knows?' She turned to face him. 'Greg. I have six months to wait for Paul to return. Don't expect miracles today. Be patient. A lot can happen in six months.' Since she had agreed to not keep threatening him over the camera, he used her time at Uni to remove it, again. That evening she stormed into the kitchen, glaring at him. 'Where's the fucking camera gone?' she screeched. 'I removed it,' he replied calmly. 'You agreed not to use that against me, remember?' 'You bastard!' she shouted. 'You know what you've done?' He waited. Her face softened. 'You passed the second test, that's what.' She smiled at him and blew a kiss. 'But will you pass the third one? That's the question.' He stared at her. 'What test?' She marched up and stood in front of him. Whipped her top off, exposing her breasts. Moved closer. 'OK, the test is, touch them or not touch them. One way you win, one way you lose. Which is it?' He smiled at her. 'I think I understand you better now.' He folded his arms. 'I'm neither going to touch them, nor not touch them, if that makes sense. I'm not going to be bullied by your tests.' He stared into her eyes. She grinned. 'You pass. I don't like someone who can be pushed around. Refusing to participate was the right answer.' 'You can put your top back on then,' he suggested. 'Oh no,' she smirked. 'I want to at least have SOME effect on you. Without that camera I'm going to have to strip in front of you. That's going to be harder on both of us.' 'Looking forward to it,' he responded. She smiled. 'Well, what's for dinner,' she asked. 'BREAST of chicken?' glancing at her breasts. 'LEG of lamb?' glancing at her legs. 'LOIN of beef?' glancing at her pelvis. He laughed. 'You can stop that, you know. I'm into sex as much as you are. And I can tease you too. Perhaps we can live as friends for a while.' She seemed to relax. 'That might be easier, huh?' 'Could be.' ------------ The evening passed without incident. Perhaps the emotional drain of Paul leaving, and the previous night's antics, had taken it out of both of them. The following evening, they seemed to work together on the dinner, and dishes, without as much competitiveness. There was a level of acceptance between them which felt more natural. After dinner he suggested they watch a romantic movie together. 'Just to relax,' he reassured her. 'Why not?' she thought. Anything to take my mind from sex. But she suggested, 'you wear your pajamas, and I'll wear mine. It'll be more comfortable, and we can gently titillate each other.' They sat together on the couch, in their pajamas. Not quite touching. 'I'll undo my buttons if you loosen the drawstring to your pants,' she offered. 'I like to see if I am having an effect on the man I am with.' He agreed. Why not? She unbuttoned her top, letting the fabric hang loosely. There wasn't much of a view, but a hint of the breasts below. Meanwhile, he had his pyjama pants on loosely. Half-way through the film he put his arms around her and tenderly drew her closer. She raised her eyebrows at this, but didn't say 'no'. She relaxed into his arms, and continued to enjoy the movie. She appreciated the gesture, small though it was. She was a bit of a sucker for the romantic moments. The Girlfriend The movie was a bit of a tear-jerker, and they both found emotional release in it. They didn't find the need to do anything more that night. ---------- A few nights later he was in bed, about to fall asleep, when the door opened. It was Amy, in her pajamas, buttoned up to the top, looking forlorn. 'Greg?' she asked wistfully. 'Can you do me a favour? I'm used to sleeping with guys, like, being in someone's arms in bed. With Paul gone I'm lonely. I'm not asking for sex, I'm saving myself for Paul. But I'm lonely on my own there. Can you just give me a hug?' 'Sure,' he reached out for her, and gave her a big hug. She sighed and relaxed. 'Can I sleep with you?' she asked. 'Not sexually. Just share the bed. I know it's a big ask. Maybe impossible. But I just want to be held. Please?' 'What have you got in mind?' Greg queried. This was starting to sound like trouble brewing. 'I've got my knickers on, and my pajamas. All buttoned up. You put on jocks, and your pajamas. And we keep it like that. We agree right now, no sex. Just a hug. Please? I'm trying to be faithful to Paul, but being lonely for months isn't going to help me do that.' 'OK, well what can I touch?' he asked. You made it clear before, 'no touching'. I can't hug you without touching you.' 'You keep your hands outside my clothes for one thing. And you don't touch below my belly button. You can hold my tits, through the pajamas. That's part of hugging anyway. And no kissing on the mouth.' 'Er, I might get excited,' he warned. 'I know,' she replied wistfully. 'I expect that. But keep it inside your pants. Let's be honest. Physically, my body probably want you. Mentally I want to stay faithful to Paul. Can you respect the mental me? Please? If we don't I won't have the courage to ask again, and who knows what crazy thing I might do over the next few days, just to get a hug.' 'OK, it's a deal.' he agreed. He got a pair of jocks out of the drawer, turned his back to her, slipped them on, and pulled some pajamas on. 'Hop in.' She joined him, turned her back to him, and let him give her a nice big hug in the 'spoon' position. He put his arms around her, and put one hand on each tit. Where else could they go? He gently held her and kissed her on the back. He tried to not move his hands too much, but he could tell that, despite herself, she was excited. She started pushing her bum back into his cock. Oh well, he thought, it wasn't against her 'rules', let it happen. His cock started bulging, but somewhat constrained by the jocks, it wasn't overly obvious. He was sure she could feel it though, because the grinding of her bum became more pronounced. 'Amy,' he warned. 'Remember what you just said.' 'Fuck!' she exclaimed. 'Life was supposed to be easier than this. OK, hang on. I'll finger myself to an orgasm, just hold my tits. Then I'll be able to sleep. And technically we aren't fucking. OK?' 'Go ahead,' he suggested. She moved her hands down and played with herself, as he had seen her do through the camera. Though this time he was holding her tits. She quickly started trembling and shaking, and then let out a long shudder. 'Ahh, I needed that!' She flipped over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. 'Night night.' 'Ah, Amy,' he responded. 'Now I'm the one that can't sleep. Fair's fair.' 'OK, roll over, face away from me, I'll put my arms around you, and you jerk yourself off. Then we can both sleep.' He rolled away from her, put his hand on his somewhat excited cock, and did what she suggested. 'How many more nights we can go on like this?' he wondered. They fell asleep. Hours later he woke up to find her close to him, so he put his arms around her, and she nestled into them. All very innocent. ----------- In the morning they both felt a bit subdued. There were meeting their emotional and sexual needs in each other's company, without technically being a couple. It was a strange situation. Greg wasn't sure how he wanted it to end. On the one hand he found her very sexy. Well, who wouldn't find a young, sexually active, woman sexy? On the other hand he was much older than her, hardly appropriate partner material. And if they did sleep together properly they would both be simultaneously cheating on his own son. Already they were pretty much crossing the fine line. If not well and truly over it. But he could hardly toss her out into the street. What reason would he give? Where would she live? What would Paul say? She had to stay, and they had to somehow make the most of the situation. The occasional strip-tease was one thing. Sharing a bed was another. How long would they stay chaste? A day? A week? A month? Six months? He doubted it, partly because she seemed to want sex as much as he did. Maybe they would fuck, but when Paul came home, pretend it never happened. He didn't have to know, and they could get on with their lives. Somehow he doubted it would be that simple. She entered the kitchen, smiling brightly. 'Thanks for having me in your bed, Greg. I really appreciated it. I feel nicely relaxed now. And wanted. And loved.' That last word was a bit of a stunner, he tried to pretend to himself it meant 'like father and daughter in law'. If they ever became that. She grinned at him as she removed her pyjama top again. 'Back to teasing you. I don't have to worry so much about you getting carried away here in the kitchen.' She wiggled her breasts at him. 'Don't be too sure about that, my dear,' he muttered to himself. 'We better not do that every night,' she went on cheerily. 'I think we both found each other a bit hard to resist. And to be honest, I find you a bit more of a 'man' than your son. Not just physically, but the way you stood up to me earlier. A lot of guys fold under pressure, but you didn't. I do that as a sort of litmus test. In a long-term relationship, will they fold when things get tough? And I don't think you would.' She smiled at him again with a touch of admiration, that he found hard to resist. 'Ah, Amy,' he replied. 'Speaking of that, I don't want to just be around for you when YOU want a hug. Things like that have to be reciprocal. Like, you are available when I want a hug too. Even if you don't.' 'Sounds like you are negotiating sexual rights,' she giggled. 'But I agree, and admire you for it. Let's make a deal. Equal to equal. I won't refuse you a hug when you want one, and you don't refuse me one when I want one. Even if the frequency is a bit different. But no sex. Deal?' 'Deal,' he agreed. 'A better one than I got from Paul,' she muttered a bit more quietly. 'But let's forget the past.' --------- A couple of nights later she joined him in his bed again. Insisted he wear his jocks, 'just in case'. And pajamas. She was wearing her pajamas, and her panties. They hugged affectionately for a while, and then he drifted off to sleep. Waking later on, he could see from the moonlight that she was sprawled next to him, asleep, but she had undone the buttons of her top. 'What had she been up to?' he wondered. The top had fallen off to one side, leaving one breast exposed, with the other still covered. He reviewed his options. She had said no kissing on the mouth, no touching below the belly button, but he could touch her tits. What he had in mind wasn't too far out of court then. He reached over and stroked her bare breast as lightly as he could. He immediately felt his cock thicken up. Under its urging he edged a bit closer and gently kissed her exposed breast, working his way around it, and ending up kissing the nipple. Feeling more and more turned on, he used his hand to stroke her other breast, feeling it just under her pyjama top. She stirred into wakefulness, looked at what he was doing, felt what he was doing. 'What the fuck are you up to, Greg?' she asked. 'You've crossed the boundaries we negotiated. I said, 'outside the pajamas'. You are inside them. I can feel you.' 'I'm negotiating slightly different boundaries,' Greg replied. She thought for a moment. 'OK. But no further.' He kissed them tenderly, causing her to groan with desire as she felt the familiar heat returning to her lower body. Below the belly button. Where she had said he couldn't touch. Breathing more quickly, she said, 'right. That will have to do. Stop now or I'll go insane.' Obediently he stopped, and turned over. They both lay there wriggling and squirming for an hour before finally drifting off. ------------- The next evening when she got back from Uni, Amy strode into the kitchen looking flustered. 'Greg? I can't stand it any longer. Two guys tried to pick me up today. I almost said 'yes'. I would have, too, if I hadn't known you were waiting for me here at home.' He looked taken aback. 'What went wrong?' 'I didn't think I could go without a fuck for months, and I was right. I just can't. Feeling myself up goes only so far. It's not the same. A week between fucks with Paul was bad enough. And he wouldn't do it the night before he left, so it's two weeks now already.' She pointed to a kitchen chair. 'Sit,' she commanded. He sat. She straddled him, legs apart, so his growing bulge was between her legs. She flung off her top, leaving just a black bra on. Her tits were only inches from his face. She wriggled. 'Here's the deal,' she said. 'You promise to fuck me tonight, or I go out and find someone else, somewhere. Anywhere. I don't care what I said before. I didn't know how much I would want it. And I want it tonight. Now, even. I want YOU, Greg. You are more of a man than every man I've ever met.' She reached behind herself and unclipped the bra, letting it fall away onto the floor. Edging further forwards, her breasts pushed into his T-shirt. Her hips were grinding away. She stuck her mouth on his, and as he opened it, pushed her tongue in. 'Please, Greg. We'll work out what to do with Paul later. What to tell him. Maybe nothing. Maybe he doesn't have to know. For all I know he's screwing some tart over there anyway.' Her eyes flashed dangerously. She pleaded, 'please, please. I need your manliness. I need your strength. And I need your fucking inside me right now! So please ask me into your bed, properly this time, as girlfriend and boyfriend.' She looked at him imploringly. Greg stood up, took her hand, and led her off to the bedroom. His new girlfriend. The Girlfriend Experience I was only mid way through my first semester at college when I met Cassie. I had seen her once or twice before down at the front desk of my dorm hall but we had never met. It was a friend of mine who introduced us over drinks in his dorm. I was over having a few drinks as normal when she knocked on the door. I got a little panicked at first, not knowing who was knocking on the door. Brad let her in and I was put at ease as she entered the cramped dorm room. She stood maybe only 5'1 and had a curvy frame. Her hips were wide and her ass was almost perfectly round and as my eyes moved up over her, her body narrowed and then formed back out to her C-cup chest. Her hair was a natural blonde but you could tell she had it lightened. Her eyes seemed a grayish shade of blue and her skin was tanned from the salon, complete with the heart on her hip that peaked out from between her pants and shirt. She was wearing heels and carried a designer bag. I'm sure her outfit was expensive. She seemed to take great pride in her appearance, highlighting her assets, and you could tell she liked any attention that was paid to her. She came in and I stood for introductions. "This is Cassie" Brad said and I extended my hand. It was a pleasure meeting her already. I returned to my seat on the couch, Brad did the same on the other end and Cassie didn't hesitate taking her place right between us. Brad reached over into the mini fridge that sat on the end of the couch and pulled out another round of beers. I wasn't a huge beer fan but it's college and free drinks are good drinks. Cassie was the first to crack her beer and take a drink. This girl continued to impress. We sat drinking beer and watched TV as some Hottest Something bikini pageant came on. Cassie said she was excited to see this and that she loved pageants. As we watched, we picked out our favorites and what we liked about each of them. Cassie seemed to be equally an ass and tits kind of girl. She was critical of their ability to walk properly in heels. I demanded that since she was wearing heels, she needed to get up and strut her stuff better. She was quick to jump up and prove herself better than the bikini clad models and started to do her best runway walk. The dorm was narrow and small but she worked the open area putting leg over leg walking up and down. I'm not sure if it was the heels, the walk, or if it was just her nicely formed ass that did it, but I was getting turned on by her. "First of all, you're doing it wrong." I said after she had done 2 passes by the couch. "How? I can walk so much better in heels than these girls." "Well, to be fair, they already have you beat since they're almost naked and you're not. So they walk better in heels." "Fine" Cassie said almost forcefully. She grabbed the bottom corners of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Her breasts looked firm and quite perky. After she tossed it to the side, she quickly undid the button on her pants and those too came quickly off her perfectly tanned body. Brad started laughing in disbelief and I couldn't help but grin as she stood before us. Her bright red bra matched her red thong, both complete with little black bows on them as if they were a present. I should send a thank you card. "Ok, now you win" I said, doing my best to keep my cool over the situation. I had never met this girl before and now here she was, standing in heels wearing only her bra and thong. I was getting turned on. She did two more laps in front of the couch, driving home the point. As she strutted back and forth, leg over leg, her hips and ass swayed from side to side. "I wish I had brought some dollar bills over" I said jokingly. "I've always wanted to be a stripper. If I have to start stripping to pay for school, you guys should come see me work." And with that, she grabbed the bed pole and started to show off her hottest stripper moves. Her hips and body curved and moved. Her ass rolled out towards us as she presented it to us, her thong coming down and barely coving her pussy as she moved. "Fuck dude, if only we had money with us" Brad said as we watched the show. "To bad" Cassie said as she turned back to us and went to put her pants back on. "You boys could have had a show." In the following weeks, I saw more and more of Cassie and we were becoming really close. We didn't talk about her strip show but there was a definite sexual undertone to our conversations and we quickly became close friends. We talked about everything under the sun. Any guys she was into, girls I was into, stuff we were into, sexual things we liked, things we wanted to do but haven't yet, sex we've tried but didn't care for. She loved sex and loved to share everything with me and loved hearing a guy's take. She told me all about her collection of toys and how often she uses them and what porn she watches when she does. Despite her attractive figure and her outgoing personality, she admitted that she hasn't been with anyone in a long time. I hadn't been with anyone either and we shared our frustrations over it. "It just stresses me out that I can't seem to really get a guy. I mean, sure I can go out to a party or wherever and find a guy to fuck but I want someone to actually date who's decent. I don't know, I get all worked up over it and I'm all tense." We were sitting on the couch, watching TV, having a few drinks and I had her move to the floor in front of me. "Let me rub your back and work some of this shit out" She took her spot on the floor and I went to work on her neck and back. She had a lot of knots and I could tell she was grateful for my hands working them out. As I went to work on her stress, I told her about the girl I was pursuing and how it wasn't going as well as I had hoped. We had gone on a few dates and had made out, but nothing was really happening and despite a few attempts, I wasn't getting any real action. "Oh, sweetie, you need someone who will actually take care of you. Here, switch spots and let me." I took her spot on the floor and she took mine behind me. She now started to rub my back as we talked. "When was the last time you got your back rubbed?" Cassie asked as she ran into knot after knot. "You're so tense. You need to relax and release some of this tension." "Yeah, I need to release but this thing with Jamie isn't getting anywhere and releasing myself isn't exactly as satisfying." "I know what you mean. Toys feel good and all and I get off just fine but I haven't gotten laid in months so I know how you feel." We sat in silence for a few minutes as Cassie continued to rub my back. She continued, but she was no longer trying to work out my knots. Her touch got lighter as her hands went up and down my back. "Let me take care of you" "What do you mean?" I asked, curious as to how she planned to accomplish the feat. "We're friends. What are friends for if they don't take care of each other? You're stressed, so let me take care of you." I looked at her, wondering what our next move would be. She had a good point and I needed a release. I stood up off the floor and she could see that her work on my back had gotten me a little turned on. She undid my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles. My dick was getting harder and she could see it starting to fill out my boxers. I kicked my pants to the side and she licked her lips before reaching in placing a hand on my member. Cassie started to massage my dick as I stood before her. Once she felt that she had gotten me fully hard, she worked my cock out the front of my boxers. A serious smile came across her face and she looked up at me. "Sit down and relax" I did away with my boxers all together and sat down. My hard cock was sitting straight up and Cassie stood in front of me. She pulled her shirt up over her head and revealed the same red bra I had seen before on the night we met. She unclasped the bright red bra and slid it off her, letting it drop to the floor next to her. Her tits were exactly as I had imagined them the first night I saw them. They were a C cup and were as perky as can be. Her soft, pink nipples were hard and she gave them a squeeze, enjoying the feeling of being exposed. Her grip on my cock return and she lowered her mouth to greet my head. Her lips were soft and her tongue was warm and wet. She licked the tip of my cock and took the drop of pre-cum that was beginning to ooze out, onto her tongue. She wasted little time teasing me and her lips wrapped around my shaft. Her tongue brushed up and down the vein of my cock as her head bobbed on my shaft. It had been a while since I had gotten head and it felt amazing. Cassie was paying me the attention that I had longed for and it was just what I needed. Her mouth worked me cock up and down and her hands had moved to massage my balls as she worked. After a few minutes of sucking, she took me out of her mouth and her body moved in closer to mine. I felt her erect nipple brush my glistening cock. She wrapped her tits around my dick and started working them up and down. Her wet mouth had lubed my cock and I was sliding between her tits with ease. I could faintly feel her heart racing in her chest as she fucked my cock with her tits. I was starting to throb with every thrust into her warm tits. Cassie let go of herself and returned her hands' attention to me. Grabbing the base of my shaft, she returned my throbbing cock to her mouth. She knew I was at the edge and her massaging tongue sent me over. "Oh! Oh I'm gonna cum. Fuck yeah, you're gonna make me cum" Cassie didn't stop at the warning, she only sped up as my muscles began to tense. She brought her head down on me as I started to release. All the tension and frustration I had built up over the past few weeks and months was now shooting into Cassie's waiting mouth. She started swallowing, trying to keep up with the stream of hot cum that was spurting out of my cock and filling her mouth. Despite her best efforts, some started dripping down her chin. That didn't faze her as she kept going until she had sucked every last drop out of me. She sat back and let my satisfied cock slide off her tongue. She brought a finger up to her chin and collected the dribble of cum that escaped her and licked it up. "Feeling better sweetie? I told you I would take care of you" "That was exactly what I needed. You need to let me return the favor." I got off the couch and moved her to where I had been sitting. She was wearing a skirt and I tugged it down her legs. She wasn't wearing her matching red thong, and as I removed her skirt, I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. I was turned on at the thought of her bare pussy being hidden under her skirt the whole time. It hit me right then. She had planned this. Maybe from the moment we met, she had planned for this. The sexy bra, the strip tease, all the sexually charged conversation, all of it was preparing me for this and I was ready for it. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and wet. She spread her legs, inviting me in. She knew I wanted what I saw and I took it. I leaned in and didn't bother teasing her. My mouth opened and I wrapped my lips over her pussy. I stuck my tongue out and down between her wet lips, tasting her sweet juice. I brought my tongue up to meet her waiting clit and she trust her hips into me as I flicked and toyed it. I raised a hand to her wet opening and her pussy gladly greeted me as I slid a finger into her. I pressed and licked her clit as I slid my finger in and out of her. Her moans started to get louder and what began as an almost inaudible gasp when my mouth first touched her, had now become a loud scream as her hips bucked into my mouth and finger. "Oh fuck yeah sweetie. Oh Fuck!" she screamed I picked up the pace and was now working her clit with my tongue. My finger pressed up in her pussy, rubbing her g-spot with every thrust. I could feel her pussy clamp down on my finger and her legs squeeze around my head. I had gotten her to the edge and shoved her over. With one last thrust up into my mouth, her legs began shaking. My finger was drenched inside her and her juice was dripping out of her as she came. I prolonged the intense orgasm for as long as I could, pressing my tongue down on her clit and rubbing her g-spot with my finger. When it was over, her hips relaxed and she collapsed back onto the couch. Her legs unwrapped from around my head and her head came back down from the clouds as I slid my finger back out of her soaked pussy. "That's what friends are for. Holy shit I needed that." She said as she took a minute to rest. "If you ever need me to help you out sweetie, let me know and I'll be your girlfriend for the night. I'll take care of you." I knew we would be doing this again. And that's how our friendship was born. The Girlfriend Experience Just sucking and moaning sounds - no words. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (9 min/mp3) * * * * * The Girlfriend's Friend I still remember the first time I saw Jess. I was waiting for Caitlin in the food court. Caitlin, my latest crush, was there to meet me for my lunch break. Since we had just started dating everything was exciting and she loved showing me off to her friends. Little did I know, Jess would end up causing me years of frustration and eventually show the world that I was nothing but a loser. Fast forward five years. Caitlin and Jess are now roommates at the University of Florida. They live in a nice little student apartment complex just off campus. Caitlin and I are very content with a really active sex life. I don't go to the same college but since I live just over an hour away we see each other often. I'm going to a small community college with plans to attend med school eventually. Life is great! My Caitlin is a striking girl. Long brunette hair, green eyes, and a pretty decent figure. She's got a very pretty, innocent look. In fact, she was innocent. I was the first guy Caitlin had ever had sex with. She wouldn't really talk about it but I'm pretty sure she had never even seen a cock until we got together. The first time we hooked up she was 19 and I was 22. She let me fuck with no condom and I pulled out and shot cum all over her little tummy. From that point on every time we had sex I would cum all over her belly or her tits and she really seemed to like it. Jess couldn't have been more different than Caitlin in the looks department. Caitlin was tall and pretty. Jess was short, about 5'2", and fiery. She was a pale little strawberry blonde that weighed about 90 lbs soaking wet. Despite her small stature she had a very unique disposition. She always got what she wanted. When Caitlin and I first started dating Jess kind of became my friend too. We got really comfortable around each other and hung out all the time. Jess dated lots of different guys, but I never liked any of them. Most of the time they were douchebags that just wanted to fuck. Every now and then Caitlin and I could hear guys pounding Jess through the apartment walls. I always thought it was kind of hot listening to her get fucked, but Caitlin would always get super pissed and go right to sleep. One time in particular Caitlin was giving me a great handjob and quit just because we could hear Jess moaning. I had to go the bathroom and jerk off just to go to sleep that night. "Hey babe." Caitlin said as I walked into the living room the night everything changed. "Hi!" I exclaimed. "Let's get drunk!" It was Halloween night and we were going to a huge party. Caitlin was dressed as an Indian and I was a cowboy. Jess was wearing a slutty Girl Scout outfit. At the time Jess wasn't dating one guy in particular, but had a thing going on with a few dudes. One guy seemed to come around a lot. His name was Chad. He was a typical frat guy with a cocky attitude. His family was loaded and he didn't give a fuck about anyone. I hated when he would come over because he would basically pretend I didn't exist and the girls loved to flirt with him. I remember being super stoked to have the ladies with me as we were leaving. That is, until Chad pulled up in his Acura. The first thing he said was "I can't believe you guys dressed up for this shit." That was it. Jess and Caitlin decided we should ride with Chad so we left for the party. So my biggest problem with Caitlin is that she wouldn't give me head. I had dated lots of girls before her and almost every single one sucked my dick. Her mom had kind of drilled it into her head that nice girls don't blow guys. While that may be true, blowjobs were always my favorite thing sexually. Nothing felt better than cumming down a girl's throat and feeling her swallow my load. Jess, on the other hand, talked all the time about blowing guys. I remember a story that was going around about how she sucked a guy off in the middle of a crowded party. Supposedly she just sat on the couch and sucked his cock with people all around. Something about hearing that story made me so hard! I could kind of imaging Caitlin blowing some dude in the middle of the room. I guess I should describe myself. I'm your average 175 lb, six foot guy. Blond hair, blue eyes, in pretty good shape. My cock is actually kind of big; like almost 7 inches and pretty thick. For some reason though I always felt like I was kind of a loser. Like every guy seemed to be better than me somehow. It was just a feeling I had, I never said anything because I didn't want my girl to feel like I was a pussy or something. Jess knew though. She had to have because she had a plan to make me look like a giant bitch. "I can't believe you don't suck dick!" Jess was saying to Caitlin as I came back with their drinks. "Well I can't believe you suck as many dicks as you do, slut!" Caitlin laughed. "Maybe I should teach you how to blow a guy on Mike!" Jess teased. Oh yeah, my name is Mike by the way. I couldn't even react I was so embarrassed. I didn't even look them in the eye. "You'd probably love that you nasty hoe." Caitlin joked. "But seriously, I think you're making Mike blush! Let's talk about something else." The thing is, she didn't seem to mean that. She was saying it for my benefit obviously, but there was something kind of there that she wasn't saying. After that the night went along just fine, lots of dancing and drinking. It was a fun night! Then we got home. I was just coming out of my drunken stupor. I guess it was around 2 AM. I could hear some sounds in the living room, but I wasn't sure who was talking. There were a few voices, at least one guy. "See Caitlin, it's not that hard." Jess was saying. "I know, but I've never done it and that thing looks fucking huge! I can't fit it in my mouth! Plus what do I do if it shoots before I get it out?" Caitlin asked. "You swallow it you fucking slut!" laughed the guy. The guy. It was fucking Chad. "I'll tell you what. Jess can show you for a few minutes. You take off your clothes and get ready. Before long you'll be dying to take this big dick wherever I want to put it." Caitlin laughed. "Shut up, I'm only doing this so I can learn to suck Mike off. He deserves a good blowjob." "Girl, Mike is a fucking fag." Jess mocked. "He fucking passed out after three shots. Chad had half a bottle of Crown and is going strong. I guess you can see that though." By now it was pretty clear what was going on. I peeked around the corner like a scared little bitch. There was Jess, kneeling in front of Chad. She had tiny little yellow panties on and her shirt was pulled up so he could see her tits. My girlfriend was sitting on the couch fully clothed, but obviously she wouldn't stay that way for long. She had actually started sliding her little Indian skirt off, lifting her butt up off the couch so she could shimmy it all the way down. Her feather headband was laying on the coffee table. "So the key is to get your hands involved and change your speed every now and then." Jess was instructing Caitlin. "Watch how I do it." Jess started sucking the tip of Chad's cock. Slowly at first, but then she started speeding up and going down further and further. I could just see the side of Caitlin's face. She was staring with the widest eyes! The sight of her best friend sucking a dick was definitely interesting to her. By now she was down to her pink thongs and black bra. "Hey, you should play with your pussy." Commanded Chad. "I like seeing those little pink lips while another bitch sucks my cock." Caitlin immediately starting rubbing her little pussy through her thongs. "No, move them over. I want to see your cunt." Said Chad. My girlfriend listened to him. By now Jess was totally into sucking that dick. She was actually getting to his balls. For the first time I had a clear look at his cock. Remember when I said I always felt like every guy had something a little better than me? Well, Chad had a lot better than me. My cock is decent, but nothing like his fucking monster. His dick had to have been 9 inches and was so thick that Jess couldn't really fit her hand around it. Caitlin was mesmerized by his cock, I could tell. "I guess maybe I could try for a minute." Said Caitlin timidly. "You bitch!" screamed Jess laughingly. "I knew you were ready to be a big dick slut!" "Hahaha!" laughed Caitlin. "I'm not a big dick slut, I just think I can do what you're doing. It doesn't look that hard..." Caitlin slid to her knees in front of Chad. He was kind of pushing her down in front of him. I never treated Caitlin roughly, but she was responding like it was something she enjoyed. When she finally got in front of his massive dick she sort of reached slowly and wrapped her hand around it. She was clearly not used to that thick of a cock, but seemed to be adapting pretty well. She gave it the smallest kiss. She had never kissed my cock. "Fuck yeah, slut! You're my cock sucker now!" teased Chad. "I'm not!" laughed Caitlin. "I just want to try. Besides, Jess is gonna finish you off. I'm just going to do it for a second." Well. That second turned into a minutes, and that minute turned into five minutes. My cock was raging. I could see my beautiful girl's brunette hair bouncing up and down while she took that asshole's cock in her mouth. She even went to his fucking balls a few times like Jess had shown her. All along Jess kind of sat beside her and rubbed Chad's legs and balls whenever Caitlin wasn't on them. He was clearly enjoying teaching my girl how to suck a dick. "Ok girls, I'm gonna cum in a few minutes. Where do you want it?" asked Chad. Nobody answered but the girls looked at each other. "I say Caitlin gets it." Said Jess. "No way!" laughed Caitlin. She was still pumping his cock with her hand. "I'm not gonna let your man nut down my throat. Especially since my man is sleeping right beside us!" "It's decided then." Said Chad. He kind of grabbed Caitlin's head and started pumping her mouth. She resisted a little, but then just let him. She started rubbing his balls. Jess was giggling and loved every second of it. "Uuuggghhhh, fuck yesssssss!" moaned Chad. His balls were pumping and he was cumming down Caitlin's throat! Seeing my little girlfriend take a cumshot like that almost caused me to nut right in my pants. "Tell me you didn't like that?" laughed Chad. Caitlin just laughed and swallowed his cum. She was giggling like a little girl and cum ran down her chin onto her bra. "Well Chad" mocked Jess "I told you I could get her to suck your dick. Wait until tomorrow night, we'll get her boyfriend to hold your cock while you shove it in her little pussy." Caitlin just sat there smiling.