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Giving In Ch. 01

By: linkznut



Chapter 1 -- A Sub Is Born

Ted Baldwin, a 20-year-old college student, just recently arrived home for the summer. He'd been your typical jock in high school, cocky and popular. He'd even been offered a couple of basketball scholarships before he broke his leg during his senior season. The leg didn't heal quite right, but you'd never know it by looking at him. He still spent a fair amount of his free time in the gym, either working out or shooting hoops.

Home for Ted was a middle-class suburb in the mid-west, which he shared with his widowed mother, Martha. For the next month, he also shared it with Denise Watkins, his mother's best friend. Mrs. Watkins, at 38 years of age, was quite attractive, with long, wavy brunette locks, a little bit of baby fat spread here and there about her body, and a nice, squeezable ass. But her nicest feature was her 36-C tits, not quite as firm as they once were, but still worth a second look. Or a third.

Denise was staying with the Baldwin's while she looked for a new place of her own. She'd tried to hang on to the home she'd shared with her husband until his untimely death 18 months ago, but it ultimately proved to be too much for one person to keep up

There was nothing awkward about the three of them living together for the month, at least not until Martha was called out of town suddenly for a weeklong business trip.

* * *

It was Wednesday afternoon. Denise Watkins had rewarded herself for having just landed a large new account for her firm by taking off a couple of hours early. She pulled into the Baldwin's driveway at about 3:30 and parked next to Ted's car. Entering the house through the front door, she set her purse down on the foyer table, kicked off her shoes and called out to Ted. There was no answer.

She made her way to the kitchen and called for him again, and again there was no response. She stood quietly for a moment and listened. She could hear music coming from the direction of Ted's bedroom. Not the music you'd expect someone of his age to be listening to, but more of a moody, new age type music that had a strangely hypnotic flow to it.

She headed down the hallway towards Ted's bedroom to tell him she was home. When she got there she found his door standing slightly ajar. "Ted," she called one more time, pushing the door open slowly. When there was still no answer, she got concerned and entered the room.

The lights in Ted's room were turned off and the window shade was drawn, leaving the room in an eerie glow, not quite light, but not quite dark. The hypnotic rhythms of the music quietly filled the room. And on the bed lay Ted, spread out on his back, naked, slowly stroking his massive erection in rhythm to the music.

Denise gasped quietly as she took a step backwards, bumping into the wall. She looked at the sight before her. Ted's eyes were closed as he continued to stroke himself, apparently oblivious to her presence.

She stood like a statue, rooted to the floor, knowing she should leave, yet unable to take her eyes off the sight before her, unable to look away from the beautiful young cock, or the naked young man it was attached to.

She watched as Ted began stroking himself with more urgency, arching his hips in harmony with his pounding fist. She could feel her own excitement building as she watched the sight before her.

She screamed at herself 'leave, leave now, before he sees you.' But she just stood there, riveted to the floor, unable to move as she struggled in vain to calm her own urges.

And then it was too late. With a sudden surge of hips against fist, Ted began to cum, spewing his semen all over his stomach. And as he came he opened his eyes and saw her standing there, staring at him. And with his eyes locked onto hers, he continued to cum.

Finally, Denise tore herself away and dashed from the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her. She found herself in the kitchen, unsure of what to do next; not knowing whether she should leave the house, go to her room, or go and apologize to Ted. As a result, she just stood there, confused, yet unable to deny the excitement that was coursing through her veins, and unable to get the picture of that young, rigid cock out of her mind.

The creaking noise of a door opening jerked her back to reality. Even so, she found her feet still riveted to the floor as she listened to the footsteps moving slowly down the hall. By the time Ted rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, wearing only his sweat pants, she was shaking like a leaf on a tree.

"Oh Ted, I'm so sorry I walked in on you. I called out, but you didn't answer. I was worried," she gushed. "I'm so sorry." But while she spoke, Ted locked his eyes on hers and moved slowly towards her.

"Ted, please don't be mad," she said, backing away from him slowly as he continued his approach. She caught herself staring at his arms, at his young, muscular chest, and at his firm, six pack abs as she continued to retreat from his slow, steady approach.

He was maybe 10 feet away when she backed into the wall by the kitchen counter. When she looked at him again, what she saw made her gasp. What she saw was no longer her best friend's son, but a young man, a very handsome and well-built young man. And a young man who was looking at her in the same way a wild animal would look upon its prey.

"Ted," she gasped. "What are you doing?" But he ignored her as he closed the gap between them to 5 feet.

"Ted, please stop," she pleaded. But still he came on, not stopping until he was inches away from her.

"Please don't," Denise whispered. But there was no conviction in her voice, and they both knew it.

Ted placed the palms of his hands on the wall on either side of her head, and looked down at her. As Denise returned his gaze, he began lowering his mouth towards hers. As his lips inched closer to hers, she stood there, paralyzed, like a deer caught in an automobile's headlights.

And when his lips finally reached hers, she offered neither resistance nor encouragement. Instead, she stood there in wide-eyed shock, still not quite comprehending how she'd let events reach this stage. 

Instinctively, like they had a mind of their own, her lips parted just enough to allow his tongue to enter. She felt his tongue searching for hers, and she felt her eyes beginning to close as her own tongue began to seek out his.

When he withdrew his lips she eased her eyes open. Her look was one of utter confusion, part of her knowing this was wrong and that she should leave before it was too late, and part of her desperately wanting to taste the forbidden fruit of his youth.

It became clear which side had prevailed when she closed her eyes, parted her lips, and waited.

She didn't have to wait long to feel the touch of his lips, to feel his tongue pressing its way into her mouth and beginning its passionate dance of lust with hers. She felt his hands grab her shoulders, massaging them from the base of her neck to the top of her arms.

But his hands didn't linger long on her shoulders, moving instead down her chest to her breasts and grabbing them firmly through her blouse and bra. She heard herself moaning into his lips as he squeezed her breasts, as he mashed them into her chest, all the while keeping her pinned to the wall.

He kept up his assault on her bosom for some time, firmly, even roughly manhandling her. And then, abruptly, he withdrew his hands from her breasts and, without releasing her lips from his, slid his fingers inside her blouse, grabbed hold of the material, and ripped it open.

The move was so sudden, so unexpected, that it startled Denise, causing her to open her eyes, gasp and jerk her lips away from his. But when she looked at him, she understood. It was quite simple, really. He was in control, and she was going to do whatever he demanded. Just the thought of surrendering herself completely to this young man was almost enough to make her cum.

He paused only long enough to let the reality of the situation sink in before moving his lips back towards hers. This time, however, she didn't just wait for him. This time she thrust herself at him, completely giving in to the power of her lust. 

As they kissed, she felt his hand working on her blouse, slowing peeling away the tattered remnants of the once beautiful garment until it lay strewn across the floor.

After a moment he broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes. As she returned his gaze she felt his hands sliding between her back and the wall, easing towards the clasp of her bra as she stood there, neither helping nor hindering, allowing him do whatever he wanted, at whatever pace he chose.

Momentarily, the clasp was undone and the bra straps lay dangling at her sides, their cups no longer offering support to her mounds. As the two continued to look into each other's eyes, his hands found their way to the shoulder straps, eased them off her shoulders and cast the no longer wanted bra aside.

As she continued looking into his eyes, Denise felt neither regret nor remorse. In their place she felt only lust. Pure animal lust. And as she stood before this man nearly 20 years her junior -- both of them naked from the waist up -- she could think of only one thing. Sex. The harder, the better.

She stood there as his hands moved to the button that held her slacks up. With one quick move, the button was released and the zipper lowered. Wasting little time, he moved his hands to the sides of the slacks and began easing both the slacks and the panties they concealed over her hips and down her legs.

She felt the garments fall until they bunched up around her knees. The look in his eyes told her to finish what he had started. She moved to comply, but with her back to the wall and him only inches in front of her, she found it difficult to shimmy the pants down the rest of the way without rubbing her breasts against his chest, and her pelvis against his concealed erection.

When her nakedness was complete, she saw the first hint of a smile on his face as his hands returned once again to her breasts, tugging on the erect nipples, flicking them roughly with his fingers, then squeezing the heaving mounds. While his right hand lingered on its newfound prize, his left hand slid slowly down her stomach to her flowing pussy, pausing only briefly to dally in her belly button.

He inserted his fingers easily into her wetness, exploring her womanhood while he kept her back pressed firmly against the wall. He watched her squirm as he toyed with her, hearing her moans of pleasure growing in intensity as she thrust herself wantonly against his hands. But before he allowed her orgasm to strike,he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and his hand from her tit.

Reaching behind her head, he grabbed hold of her wavy brunette locks, and pulled her body roughly against his own. He smiled at her as he held her firmly against his chest. But it was not like the smile one lover gives to another. It was more like the smile a superior gives to a subordinate -- or a master gives to a slave. And as she looked upon that smile, Denise felt her knees buckle slightly and her body shiver as a small orgasm washed over her.

She felt herself being thrust across the room to the center island -- a waist high counter, roughly 3' x 5' in size, that occupied the center of the kitchen floor.

"Bend over and put your elbows on the counter," Ted demanded. Mrs. Watkins complied instantly. 

Ted surveyed his conquest slowly as she held her position a foot from the counter and bent at the waist with her elbows resting atop the island counter Her her breasts were hanging freely beneath her and her ass was on full display. He allowed his fingers to trail lightly over her back, her buttocks, and her thighs as he examined her. He dipped two fingers into her still dripping pussy, rotated them inside her, and withdrew them. He then moved closer to the counter and held his fingers before her face.

Denise looked briefly at the fingers in front of her, and then at Ted. Returning her gaze to his fingers, she leaned forward, took them into her mouth, and sucked them until she'd cleaned all of her juices from them. And then she looked back towards Ted, seeking his approval, only to be met by that same, controlling smile.

She watched Ted as he moved to the far end of the island and rummaged through one of the drawers. Ever since college, Denise's sexual activity had been limited to what would be considered "normal" sex. In college, there had been the occasional wild nights where things had gotten a little out of hand, but nothing since then. And never had she been in a dominant/submissive relationship. Yet when Denise saw Ted pull a long, wooden spatula from the drawer, she knew instinctively what was to come. And with that knowledge came fear. Fear of the pain he could inflict. Fear that he wouldn't stop.

But strangely enough, with that knowledge also came a level of excitement that she'd never experienced before. The excitement of surrendering herself completely to another. The excitement of allowing this young man to dominate her in ways that she was only now beginning to comprehend.

Slowly, he made his way back behind her. She made no move to escape.

Taking his position behind her, Ted ran the spatula gently over the naked body before him, starting near the shoulders, trailing down the back, over the buttocks, and down the thighs. He then ran the utensil up her stomach, slapping it lightly against her hanging breasts.

"You shouldn't have watched me masturbate," he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

"I'm sorry, Ted," Mrs. Watkins blurted out, instinctively raising her body and turning towards Ted. "I couldn't help . . ."

WHACK! Denise gasped at the fierceness of the unexpected blow to her buttocks. "Elbows back on the counter," Ted demanded harshly! Denise quickly returned to the appropriate position, biting her lower lip lightly to fight the stinging sensation emanating from her butt.

"From now on, you will only speak when you are spoken to," he explained. Do you understand?"

Denise nodded her head, still biting on her lower lip. 

WHACK! Another blow landed on her cheeks. "I expect you to address me with "yes sirs" and "no sirs," Ted demanded. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Denise responded, struggling to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry, sir."

"That's better," Ted responded with a gentleness that hadn't been present before. "But still, you were wrong to watch me masturbate, weren't you?" he prodded gently.

"Yes sir," she answered. "I was wrong."

"And for that, you need to be punished."

Denise held her position, knowing a response from her was not wanted. The pain from the two blows was starting to subside, leaving just a small stinging sensation to remind her of them.

WHACK! WHACK! Denise cringed as the blows rained down upon her exposed ass, biting her lower lip and clenching her eyes closed.

WHACK! WHACK! This time the blows fell on the backs of her thighs, causing her to drop her head to the countertop. It took every ounce of self-control she could muster to stand there and take the punishment without screaming out.

But somewhere deep inside of her, she could feel an excitement building, feeding itself on the degradation she was going through.

WHACK! WHACK! The blows fell on her buttocks again, but this time, the pain was less intense, overpowered somehow by the excitement she was feeling.

WHACK! WHACK! The back of the thighs again. This time, however, it was all she could do to keep for screaming for more, as the excitement that grew from her humiliation completely consumed her.

And then the blows ceased. Denise held her position, gasping for breath between whimpers as she struggled to deal with the wide range of feelings she was dealing with, both physically and emotionally.

"Look at me!" Ted demanded suddenly.

Denise moved quickly to obey, lifting her head and turning towards his voice. And what she saw was Ted, in all of his glory, as naked as the day he was born. Her eyes were drawn immediately to his manhood, standing erect and proud, 8 inches of beautiful, young cock. Just the sight of it caused tremors of excitement to strike her pussy.

"You want it, don't you?" he asked.

She hesitated momentarily before answering. "Yes sir," she replied meekly.

"Oh no. You'll have to ask much nicer than that if you want me to fuck you," Ted responded. "In fact, you're going to have to beg me." He moved closer to her buttocks and began to gently caress what had just recently been the target of his attacks.

Mrs. Watkins moaned softly at the gentle caresses, forgetting, for the moment, the pain that had only recently overwhelmed her.

"Well?" Ted said, breaking her revelry.

"Please sir, "she stammered. "Please sir, I want you."

She gasped audibly as she felt his hand move from her cheeks to her pussy, and as she felt his fingers sliding into the folds of her womanhood. "Oh yes," she sighed, wiggling her ass towards his hand as the pleasure mounted. And as he continued to dig his fingers into her pussy, she could feel the excitement beginning to build deep within her.

"I can't stand it anymore," she burst out suddenly, a desperate edge in her voice. "Please fuck me. Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me."

She felt his free hand grab hold of her tit and squeeze, as his other hand dove deeper yet into her pussy. She heard moans of pleasure, unaware that they were coming from her. "Please," she begged again.

"Are you ready to give yourself to me?" he asked, not letting up on his assault. "100%. Body and soul?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, yes, yes! Anything! Just fuck me!"

With that, Ted removed his hands from her tits and cunt, slid behind her, and with one giant thrust, rammed his engorged cock deep inside of her.

Denise screamed as his cock entered her, erupting in orgasm almost immediately. She collapsed forward onto the island until her tits and tummy mashed against the island top, her thighs pressing against the sides of the island.

And as she lay there, defenseless, Ted pounded his meat into her, hard and deep. She felt more orgasms crash over her body, one after another until, mercifully, she felt him explode within her.

As the last of his cum flooded into her, she felt Ted collapse on top of her. They lay there for some time, a small mass of sweaty, exhausted humanity gasping for air.

Finally regaining some of her senses, Denise awakened to the feel of hands softly caressing her ass. "Mmmm," she moaned softly, still lying atop the island.

WHACK! WHACK! She jumped instantly to her feet as the unexpected pain engulfed her ass. Turning, she saw Ted in front of her, dressed once again in his sweatpants, a big grin on his face.

"I just thought I'd remind you who's in charge around here," he explained, unable to remove the grin from his face.

"Yes sir," Mrs. Watkins responded as a smile found its way to her lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

* * * * * * *

Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions. 

Giving In Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- Showing Off

Denise Watkins, the 38 year old Director of Business Development for a regional property management firm, leaned back in her office chair, gently tapping her pencil against the desk as she stared at the comings and goings in the parking lot below her second story window. For the past hour, she'd sat there, daydreaming, rehashing the events of the previous week in her head.

It had been seven days since she'd accidentally walked in on Ted Baldwin, the 20-year-old son of her best friend, while he masturbated. Seven days since she'd stood riveted to the floor, unable to move, unable to draw her eyes from his young, hard body. Seven days since he'd seen her watching. And seven days since he'd taken control of her life.

And it had been five days since Ted's mother, Martha, had returned home from her unexpected business trip. Returned to the home she shared with her son, and for the next month or so, with Denise, while she looked for a place of her own.

The five days since Martha's return had been hell on Denise. She couldn't very well tell her friend that she was fucking her 20 year old son, or, nearer the truth, that her son was fucking her. That he was fucking her any-time, any-place and any-way he wanted, and she was only to eager comply, only too eager to be his wanton little slut.

Martha's return home had rocked their boat a bit. But in a strange way, it had also served to intensify the eroticism of the situation. Anytime he thought he could get away with it, Ted would command Denise to drop her pants and bend over. And he would fuck her hard, leaving her wanting as often as not, treating her as no more than a piece of meat whose sole reason for existence was his pleasure. But those brief moments of submission only seemed to intensify Denise's desire for him, making the couple of occasions when they didn't have to hurry, when she could truly give herself to him, utterly amazing.

But Denise wanted more. She wanted Ted all to herself, if only for a night. And it looked like she just might get her wish.

* * *

Denise stared longingly at Ted as he eased the car onto the highway. After several moments, he returned her look briefly, before returning his eyes to the road. "Take off your skirt and panties," he commanded.

It was Tuesday, shortly after noon, and nearly two weeks after their first encounter. Denise had a 10:00 AM meeting the next day with a graphic artist and the representative of one of her clients. The meeting would take place at the artist's office, which was a three-hour drive north. She'd decided to go up a day early and bring Ted, who'd told his mom that he'd be camping with the guys.

At Ted's direction, Denise was dressed in a wrap around skirt, black panties, high heels, and a sleeveless tank top that left about an inch of her tummy exposed. And no bra. Other than the toe ring that branded her as his property, she wore no jewelry at all.

"Well," Ted said. "I'm waiting!"

"Yes sir," Denise answered hurriedly. "I'm sorry, sir." In very short order, she had unbuttoned and unwrapped the skirt, and slid off her panties.

"Lift your ass," Ted ordered.

"Yes sir."

As Denise lifted her ass, Ted pulled her skirt out from under her and tossed it into the back seat, leaving her clad in tank top and high heels only. "Very good. Now recline your seat back all the way down," he instructed. "I want you to masturbate for me."

"Yes sir," Denise answered submissively, lowering the seat. As she moved her hands slowly over her tummy and towards her pussy, she could feel her body trembling. Trembling with fear at the thought of being caught, of being arrested. Trembling with fear at the thought of risking everything she'd worked so hard to achieve.

And trembling with excitement. After all, she was Ted's slut, and today, nothing else really mattered.

Her fingers reached her pussy -- newly trimmed, at Ted's direction. As she slowly unsheathed her love button, she felt the car drifting into the left lane. Looking up, she saw that they were slowly passing an eighteen wheeler.

"You bastard," she quietly hissed at him as she massaged her clit. But inside she could feel her fire burning hotter and hotter as the prospect of being seen now seemed very real indeed.

As the car inched its way up towards the cab, Denise thrust her fingers deep into her cunt, arching her pelvis to meet the thrust. She closed her eyes, moaning as the pleasure intensified with each thrust of her hand. Just then, she felt Ted's hand on her, pulling her top up to reveal her right tit.

She felt dizzy with excitement, not daring to open her eyes, yet certain that the truck driver was looking right at her. And she let out a small yelp as Ted grabbed her tit roughly with his hand, squeezing it, pulling on the already excited nipple.

She continued pounding her pussy with her right hand, while her left hand moved to expose her other breast, attacking it with the same zeal with which her right hand attacked its target.

"Oh God," she heard herself moan. "Oh God, Ted, I'm cumming." She thrust herself onto her fingers, arching her pelvis frantically to meet the pounding of her fingers as she continued to squeeze her tit roughly. "Oh shit," she screamed. "Oh yes." Just when she was about to cum, Ted released her right tit and slapped it. Hard.

And then Denise thrust her entire body into the air and screamed, the orgasmic sensation flooding her body with wave after wave of pleasure.

Then, at last, it was over, and Mrs. Watkins opened her eyes slowly, taking stock of the situation. She lay there, panting still, both breasts exposed, and her right hand still buried in her pussy, while her left hand rested lightly on her left breast.

The truck. Suddenly, she remembered the truck. Looking up through the window, she saw that Ted was driving right along side of the cab, and the driver was, indeed, getting an eyeful, periodically stealing a quick look toward the road, but quickly returning his gaze to her. In spite of it all, she smiled at him, blowing him a soft little kiss as she felt Ted hit the accelerator and pull away.

And as they sped away, she heard the trucker's horn blow -- one short blast, followed by one long one. She raised her seat back slightly and straightened her top over her breasts, knowing better than to put on her panties and skirt without permission. She sat in silence for several minutes, watching the scenery hurry by.

* * *

Denise arched her body, vaguely aware of a pleasurable sensation, but not yet alert enough to understand its source. Slowly, her dreams started to fade, replaced by the fogginess of her emerging awareness. Soon she recognized the source of the pleasure, recognized the familiar sensations emanating from her womanhood. She moaned softly, arching her pelvis, trying to meet the pleasure, inviting it to continue.

The pleasure continued as she gradually regained her sense of awareness. And then it stopped. "Noooooo," she whimpered softly. "Please don't stop."

"Sorry babe," she heard Ted respond. Now totally awake, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "We're getting off the freeway in 15 minutes. You need to get dressed now."

She looked down at herself, still naked from the waist down, and sighed. "Yes sir."

* * *

Ted set the suitcase down on the floor of their motel room and headed for the rest room. "I'll be right out," he called.

Denise looked around the room. It was your typical motel room, king size bed, chest of drawers, writing desk, table and chairs, television, and mini-bar. The décor, while nice, was decidedly neutral, doing very little to brighten up the place. The room reminded her of the motel itself -- nice, but nothing special. It was, however, convenient, located just a short drive from tomorrow's meeting locale.

She walked over to the window and opened the drapes wide. Great view, she thought sarcastically. They were in the last room on the second floor of the east wing of the motel. If you looked northward, there was a fairly decent view of the mountains in the distance. Of more concern to Denise, however, was the west wing of the motel, located not much more than 20 or 30 yards across the courtyard.

In the room directly across the courtyard she noticed a man -- a young man in his mid to late twenties - standing near the window, much as she was. He turned slowly, noticed Denise looking at him, and smiled. After an awkward moment, he turned and walked away.

She heard the bathroom door open, followed by Ted's footsteps as he moved across the floor towards her. She held her position, still gazing towards the room across the way, until she felt Ted slide up behind her, wrap his arms around her and begin nibbling on her neck and ears.

Denise closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of strong arms holding her, still not quite believing the affair she was having with this young man, or the power he held over her. She sighed, letting herself go as her body slowly melded with his, as his hands began wandering sensuously over her clothed body. And once again, the magic of his touch swept her away.

His hand found her bare tummy, slid under her top, and took possession of her breast, massaging it gently, carefully. She whimpered slightly when he removed his hand, but smiled again as he released the buttons of her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

As Ted slid his right hand into her panties, his left hand returned to her tits. Holding her backside close to his front, he worked his magic on her pussy, and on her breasts. Denise could feel her body shudder as he massaged her womanhood, once again igniting the fire within her that he knew only too well how to light.

As he squeezed her right breast hard, she gasped, allowing her eyes to open, reminding her of the motel room they were in, and of the window she was standing in front of. Her eyes sought out the room across the courtyard, and found the same man standing there, watching with a look of disbelief on his face.

Denise jumped instinctively, moving her hands in front of her body in a feeble attempt to hide what Ted was doing, and opened her mouth to protest. But at just that moment, Ted's fingers found her love button, and instead of cries of protest, it was moans of pleasure that escaped her lips as her eyes instinctively closed.

Any thoughts of hiding from the man across the way were immediately dashed. It didn't matter who saw her now, who saw what this man barely half her age was doing to her. All that mattered was that he keep doing it.

Ted's rapt attention to her breasts and clit continued for several minutes, and all the while she could feel her pleasure building, the wetness in her pussy growing. He finally removed his hands and took hold of the bottom of her tank top, and waited. She hesitated only briefly, letting the naughtiness of the situation heightened the pleasure. Then, raising her arms slowly as she opened her eyes, she watched the man as he watched Ted reveal her ample breasts.

Ted's hands moved slowly, almost casually, to her hips, and soon she felt her panties sliding over her buttocks, falling gently and quietly to the floor. She grabbed her breasts in her hands, squeezing them, rubbing them together, smashing them against her body. She performed for the stranger, gyrating her hips, thrusting her pussy towards the window, and then pressing herself back against Ted, rubbing her ass against his obviously aroused manhood.

Her right hand released her tit and made its way to her pussy, sliding in, then out. Teasing herself. Teasing the man.

And then she felt Ted's hands grasp her shoulders firmly, turning her so her side was to the window. Silently, he moved so that he was facing her, his side also to the window. The look in his eyes told Denise what to do next, and her hands moved quickly to unbutton his shirt.

As she released the last button, she opened the shirt, placing the palms of her hands on his chest. Slowly, she began rubbing the firm young chest, her own body tingling as she ran her hands over his muscles. As she reached his neck, she pushed the shirt down his shoulders, allowing it to slip down his arms, ending in a pile on the floor.

Her hands slid their way down his chest, finally reaching his pants. Awkwardly, she fumbled with his belt, before finally releasing the button and lowering the zipper. Then it was only a matter of seconds before the pants and underwear joined the other clothes strewn across the floor.

She reached out, took his cock in her hand, and began caressing it, thinking she knew what came next. But as she started to kneel down, Ted again grabbed her by the hair and stopped her. With a mischievous smile on his face, he shook his head.

"Turn your back to the window," Ted commanded as he released her hair. Denise moved quickly to obey.

"Bend over and grab your ankles." Denise felt her heart begin to flutter wildly, anticipating the degradation that was to come, the humiliation Ted was about to put her through. She gave his cock one final squeeze, hard enough to bring a grimace to his face, before releasing it.

Slowly, she bent forward, wiggling her ass for the young man across the way. With legs slightly bent, she had no trouble reaching her ankles. Look at me, she thought. I've become nothing but a shameless hussy. But God how I love it!

And then Ted stepped closer to her, turned slightly so he could easily see the other man and set his hands on her butt cheeks. He massaged her cheeks -- gently at first, slowly. And then harder, squeezing them roughly. He spread the cheeks wide, displaying her most private parts to their audience. Denise felt her knees weaken as she moaned softly, feeling the tension building up within her, begging for release.

She gasped as Ted slid his fingers into her cunt, rocking her body with his pumping hand, in, then out, and then in again. She could just feel the beginning twinges of relief coming on when he suddenly withdrew his fingers.

"No!" she screamed desperately. "Don't stop."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The attack on her buttocks was sudden, unexpected, and painful.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Don't ever question me again!" he boomed

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! And the attack continued as he pelted her ass with blow after painful blow.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Finally, he let up. But not until her cheeks were a bright, rosy red, and her cries of pain had turned to sobs.

Without giving her any time to recover, he thrust his fingers briefly into her pussy, withdrew them, and then thrust them into her asshole. "Oh God," Denise screamed instinctively as he rocked her ass. "Oh yes."

"Turn around and put your hands on the window ledge," he commanded as he withdrew his fingers.

"Yes sir," she answered immediately. She stood up quickly, turned, leaned forward and placed her hands on the ledge, leaving her ass sticking out invitingly for Ted. With her hair a ruffled mess and her eyes still red from tears, she held her position, staring across the way. The man stood back a ways from the window, his pants in a pile around his feet, and his right hand anxiously working his erect manhood.

She felt Ted's left hand touch her buttocks, squeezing the tender globes. And she gasped slightly when he nudged his tool up against her dripping pussy, teasing her slightly before thrusting it roughly into her.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned as he rocked her body with his pistoning thrusts. She closed her eyes, no longer concerned with the man across the courtyard, yet knowing somehow that he was still watching, still pounding his meat.

Denise lost all track of time as Ted continued his assault on her pussy, as he brought her right to the brink of ecstasy, before stopping suddenly and pulling out.

"No!" she gasped, pleading for him to continue. But Ted didn't leave her wanting for long. She felt his engorged cock press against the entrance to her dark hole, pushing gently against the forbidden entrance. "Oh yes!" she cried out. "Oh yes, baby, fuck me in the ass. Fuck me hard," she pleaded, feeling his length slowly entering the dark tunnel.

Moments later, she was screaming, first from the pain, then from the pleasure, as he rammed his tool into her. She moved her right hand to her clit, massaging it frantically as he rocked her ass, assaulting her relentlessly until, at last, she could take it no more.

Her orgasm was sudden and hard, rocking her very soul. She felt her knees buckle as she screamed out in pleasure, as she slid off his cock and landed on the floor, gasping for air.

How long she sat there, she didn't know. When she finally regained her composure, she struggled back to her knees, only then becoming aware that his cum was splattered over her body. As she tried to gather herself, she felt Ted grab her by the hair and pull her gently but firmly to her feet.

Her vision slowly came back into focus and she once again was able to see the man across the yard. She smiled weakly at him as he slowly buckled his pants. He returned her smile before stepping away from the window and drawing the curtain closed.

"Nooo! Don't go" Denise moaned softly, turning to Ted. He took her in his arms, pulled her close, and rocked her slowly.

"It's okay, babe," he said softly. 'There'll be other times. Just be patient."

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Giving In Ch. 02



It had been a few days since he had his wonderful way with me. I kept dreaming about the experience and the dream always ended before I wanted it too. In the dream, I would cum, he would unzip his pants, and then I would wake up. I would go to the shower and jerk myself off every morning, reliving that night in my head as I did. Then, around mid-day, I would carry out round two on myself, again, thinking of that night. I was in a constant state of arousal on a daily basis. I needed more.

It dawned on me that I had never seen his cock, nor had I ever wanted to until now. He had given me such an amazing experience that I wanted to return the favor. So, I made the proper arrangements once more.

It was still February and still cold as hell. We hadn't hung out since the first time he made me cum, but when I came over about a week later right around midnight, I could read his intentions immediately when I saw him. Not wanting to seem too easy or eager to be his play thing, even though that's exactly what I wanted, I played shy. I made him wait.

We went to the gas station and got some booze, cigarettes and made small talk. Then, we were back at his house drinking. We were almost through the bottle of Sailor Jerry we had bought, and we were both feeling rather tipsy. That's when the smile spread across his face as he asked the all too familiar question of whether or not I would like a massage. Of course I did. I wanted more.

We went to his room once more, and the towel was laid on the floor already, seeing as how he had already known that this was exactly where we were going to be ending up. I laid down on my stomach again, but as he sat next to me, he immediately flipped me over and began rubbing my cock through my sweatpants. 

I had already been somewhat hard, but was fully erect and aching for more within seconds. His hands moved too quickly for me to keep up this time. Before I knew it, my pants were down, my cock was lubed, his hand was massaging and carressing up and down my shaft while his other hand began pushing a finger into my ass. Then two. Then three.

I was biting a pillow on this floor once more. It was crazy how he just made me fall apart completely. Within 5 minutes, he had me naked, hard, and bucking my hips with the movements of both of his hands on and in my body. I had never had anything up my ass until he fingered me the last time, and now he was pushing my limits, but to both his and my surprise, I was quite more accomodating than what would be expected.

His three fingers were, at first, a tight squeeze. But soon my muscles relaxed and he was finger fucking my ass and pushing me into a world of ecstasy. His hand on my cock moved slower than ever, but the pressure and massaging technique he used made it's presence definitely noticable to say the least. The sensations he could make me feel with just one hand slowly jerking me off were incredible. 

I kept periodically looking at his bedside clock, making sure I didn't let him make me cum sooner than last time. It was hard to do. I wanted this to last for as long as I could. My mind was in a fog though and it was hard to focus on anything other than both his hands, using my body how they pleased. My back was arching of it's own accord, my hips thrusted with his fingers fucking my ass. I had once again lost complete control of the situation.

I kept forcing myself not to cum, and finally decided on how to keep my mind off of what he was doing to me. The solution was simple. He was sitting on his knees by my side, working his magic, so I just reached over and started rubbing his throbbing hard cock through his pants. His breathing changed immediately, becoming more harsh, and quicker. I smiled slyly and bit my lip, looking up at him while I rubbed his shaft through his jeans.

I finally managed to get his pants unbuttoned and unzipped and his cock came right out. It was massive. At least 8 inches long and so thick that my hand barely fit around it. I grabbed the ky and soaked his cock with it and began working my own style of magic on him. He started moaning as my hand worked slowly and methodically on him. His movements on me became quicker. His fingers sliding in and out of my ass harder, and his hand jerking my cock just a little quicker.

Again, I could feel myself getting close. He was much more skilled at making a man cum than I was, but I wasn't going to give up. He was going to cum first, and to make sure of this, I had to take control. Just as I was about to make my move, his hand started jerking me off as fast as he could, and a moan escaped my lips. He then went back to the slow pace he had been keeping and my orgasm backed off, for now at least.

I managed to get his fingers out of my ass, and began propping myself up to get into a position to carry out my plan. We sat there looking at one another while we stroked each other, breathing heavily and thrusting our hips into the others hand. Finally, the moment was right for me to make my move, and I did without hesitation.

I grabbed his wrist and stopped his hand from stroking my cock any longer, I gave him a sly, hopefully seductive look as I bit my lip and stroked his cock. His eyes closed as he leaned back to enjoy the feeling of his little plaything stroking his cock. That's what I had become. His plaything. He knew it, I knew it, but we never said it. While his eyes were closed for that span of just a few seconds, I replaced my hand on his cock with my mouth.

I could tell that he hadn't expected this. As soon as my lips touched the tip of his cock, he jerked, as if to get away, like he wasn't sure if I was ready for this, but I was. As he pulled his hips back to remove his cock from my mouth, I pulled them back to me and slid his cock all the way down my throat. I had never sucked a cock before, but I took all 8 inches without a problem. A born natural I guess

My head bobbed up and down in his lap, sucking and licking his massive rod. He was throbbing hard and I loved it. I sucked faster, and faster, massaging his balls as I did. I would suck on the tip and swirl my tongue around it while my hand moved up and down his shaft. I continued to service him for quite some time until he told me to stop because he was about to cum and he didn't want to. I stopped, and smiled at him. His expression was priceless. Just a week earlier, I was a virgin to this. Now, here I was sucking his cock, and not only sucking his cock, but "sucking it like a pro" as he like to put it. 

He pushed me back on the floor, a reminder of who was in charge, and began stroking me again, returning his fingers to my ass. The haze of euphoria and pleasure over took me once more, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to take control again. I wanted to, but his insistent hands wouldn't allow that to happen. They kept moving in ways that brought more and more pleasure to me. I was in a haze. I stared blankly at the ceiling while he worked on my cock and I stroked his. 

Before I knew it, an hour had passed and we were still working away on each other, although neither of us were tired. My cock ached from wanting to cum but his hands wouldn't move to allow it. They kept their slow, steady pace. My hands kept their pace on him. I finally gave into him again.

I started cumming, and it was a lot. More than I think I had ever shot before. Then he started cumming more than I did. My cum was shooting up and onto his hands, and my stomach. His cum was just shooting straight onto my chest. We both moaned with each flow of cum shooting out from our cocks. I felt his cock pulse 7 or 8 times, each time expelling more and more cum onto me. 

After we had both finished, we just laid there. He was leaning against his bed, I was lying almost spread eagle on the floor covered in cum. I took the time to taste his cum which had mixed with my own. I would get an ample amount on my finger and then suck it clean. I did this a few times, and saw that I had made almost no progress in cleaning myself off, as there had been simply too much cum on me in the first place. I cleaned up. We smoked a few more cigarettes. Then I was off. Another amazing night. But there would still be at least a couple more nights of fun to come. I had decided to keep doing this. Niether of us required the other to a commitment, and so it made things easier. Little did I know, we hadn't even gotten to the best parts yet.

End

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Giving In Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- Guess What I Saw

Denise Watkins pulled into the parking space and turned off the car. For a moment, she sat there, daydreaming about the recent events in her life. In particular, she thought about Ted. About how this 20-year-old, barely half her 38 years, had taken control of her life. About how he dominated her. About how yesterday he'd spanked and fucked her while a stranger looked on. But most of all, she dreamed of how much she loved it. And she found herself getting wet just thinking about him.

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Denise entered the office suite of Suzie Jackson -- Graphic Artist. It was a small suite - a reception area, one office and a conference room. But being that Susie was a self-employed independent, it was all she needed.

"Oh my gosh! That's the most amazing thing I've ever heard." Denise heard the voice of a young woman coming from the conference room.

"It's true," a male voice responded. "Every word. I swear!"

"Hello," Denise yelled out.

A young woman emerged from the conference room, a big smile on her face. "Hi," she said. "I'm Suzie Jackson. You must be Denise." At 5'9'' in height, Suzie Jackson stood slightly taller than Denise. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and an athletic build. Her ample chest was prominently displayed beneath a tight fitting top.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Denise said as the two women shook hands.

"Mark's in the conference room. We were just going through some of the plans when you came in."

Denise followed Suzie back to the conference room. She couldn't help but notice the sexy wiggle in the young blonde's walk as she led the way. 'What's going on with me,' she thought. 'I've never been interested in women before, but damn she looks hot! Goddamn that Ted. He's got me so screwed up I'm getting turned on by everything!'

As they entered the conference room, Suzie started the introductions. "Denise, this is Mark Manning. He just got in yesterday from St. Louis."

"Hi, Mark," Denise said as she extended her hand. She looked the young man over quickly. There was something familiar about his 6-foot tall frame, and his short dark hair.

It wasn't until he took her hand and shook it, holding it just a little longer then he should have, that she realized where she'd seen him before. And it was obvious from the grin on his face that he recognized her, also.

"It's a real pleasure to meet you," Mark said, the grin still prominently displayed on his face.

Denise hesitated for an awkward moment. "It's nice to meet you, too," she responded nervously.

"Do you two know each other?" Suzie asked, noticing Denise's hesitation.

For a long moment, there was total silence as the three exchanged awkward glances. Finally, Mark spoke up. "This is the woman I told you about earlier."

It took a second or two for Suzie to realize what Mark was saying. That this was the woman in the motel window. The woman who'd surrendered herself to her young stud while Mark watched from his room across the courtyard.

For Denise, the realization that this was the young man from last night shook her to her very core. It was one thing being promiscuous in public; it was quite another being caught at it by a colleague. And to make matters worse, he'd obviously told Suzie. She looked back and forth between the two, not knowing what to say, or how to handle the situation. This was supposed to be her project. She was the one responsible for making it happen. These two kids were only there to support her.

And yet, here she stood. Humiliated. She lowered her head, no longer able to even look them in the eyes.

As Suzie stared at Denise, she could feel an excitement growing in her loins. Suzie was bi-sexual, and a very free spirit. She'd felt an attraction to both Mark and Denise when they'd met, but given their business relationship, had discounted any sexual forays as not only unlikely, but unwise. Now, she saw a golden opportunity being laid right at her feet. If what Mark said was true, not only was Denise a promiscuous little slut, but she was also a submissive. And Suzie just loved submissives. And judging from the way Mark told the story, and the way he reacted upon seeing Denise, she was certain that he would go along with almost anything.

After what seemed to Denise like hours, she felt Suzie's hand on her shoulder, but still she couldn't look up. Slowly, Suzie moved in front of the terrified woman, placed her other hand gently under her chin, and raised it until their eyes finally met.

"It's true, then. Isn't it?" she asked softly. Denise tried to turn away, but Suzie held her head in place. "Isn't it?" she repeated in a firmer tone of voice.

Slowly, reluctantly, Denise nodded her head, but said nothing.

SLAP! With a move that was sudden and unexpected, Suzie's hand left Denise's shoulder and slapped her across the face. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting.

Denise knew instinctively what Suzie was doing -- establishing control. And Denise knew that if she didn't stop it now she'd be unable to stop it at all. But she didn't know how to stop it. After all, they knew what she'd done, how she'd allowed herself to be humiliated by her young stud. So she stood there quietly. And she waited, her juices beginning to flow in spite of herself.

"Isn't it?" Suzie asked once again.

"Yes, ma'am," she answered, her voice shaking slightly.

Suzie gently stroked the cheek she'd slapped a few seconds earlier. "That's better. I think we're finally beginning to understand each other, aren't we?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Slowly, the young blonde moved her hands to Denise's blouse, unbuttoning the top button. "So, Denise. Tell me. Do you like them young, or is it the humiliation that turns you on? Or do you just like being watched?"

For a moment Denise stood there as if perplexed by the question. "I don't know, I guess," she finally answered in a voice that was barely audible.

"Well," Suzie said with a smile. "I'm 28. Is that too old for you?"

"No, ma'am," Denise answered weakly.

"How old are you, Mark?" Suzie asked as she unbuttoned the second button.

Up to this point, Mark had sat quietly on the sidelines, content to let things unfold on their own. "29," he answered calmly, but still not getting involved in the proceedings.

"Well, Denise. Is 29 too old?" Suzie asked, and the third button fell open.

There was a moment's hesitation. "No, ma'am," she answered at last.

Suzie moved slowly around Denise, trailing her fingers over the brunette's shoulders as she went. Once she was behind her, she grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and slowly turned her until she was facing directly at Mark.

"He's quite good looking, don't you think?" Suzie asked.

"Yes, ma'am." Denise no longer tried to fool herself into believing that she would be left with even a shred of dignity. The truth was, she no longer cared. She wanted sex, and she wanted it now. With Mark. And yes, even with Suzie. 'God damn,' she thought. 'I'm even turning into a fucking lesbian.'

So she stood there looking at Mark while Suzie pulled her blouse out of her skirt. Her knees quivered noticeably when Suzie's arms slid around her, and as she felt Suzie pressing her body against her backside. She nearly fainted as the younger woman's hands began to roam freely over her still clothed body, gasping out loud as they slid inside the nearly open blouse and grabbing her breasts.

And then the final button on the blouse was undone, revealing the front of the lacy black bra Ted had picked out for her, along with her ample cleavage.

Suzie gave her one more squeeze before releasing her and backing away. And as she backed away, Denise felt her blouse sliding off her shoulders and down her arms, before finally sliding off altogether.

For a moment, nobody spoke, and nobody moved. It was Mark who finally broke the silence. "That's a very sexy bra, don't you think, Suzie?"

"Yes, it certainly is," Suzie responded. "I wonder if she's wearing panties to match." Her hands moved slowly to the back of Denise's skirt. First, she released the button, allowing the waist to loosen slightly. Slowly, she lowered the zipper, noticing the trembling of Denise's body.

"Are you scared?" she asked as the zipper reached the bottom of its run.

Denise nodded her head in short, rapid movements. "Yes," she answered truthfully.

Suzie released the fully unzipped skirt, which clung almost magically to Denise's hips, refusing to slide off on its own accord, and moved back in front of her. Their eyes met momentarily, but Denise could not hold the younger woman's gaze. "You should be scared," Suzie said at last, a slight smile on her face as the skirt finally slid over Denise's hips, falling in a heap around her feet.

Suzie stepped back and looked the woman over closely. "Yep," she said at last. "The panties match the bra. What do you think, Mark? You like?"

Mark looked first at the skimpy lace bra and the exposed cleavage, then at the panties, also made of black lace and only slightly bigger than a thong, and finally at her black high-heeled shoes.

"Absolutely," he grinned. "I think she looks hot."

"I don't know," Suzie said. "I think she looks like a slut. How about it, Denise? Are you hot, or are you a slut?"

Denise just stood there, looking at the floor, her mind in turmoil. She was excited. That much was evidenced by the wetness of her panties. She was also nervous, and had no idea how to answer the question. "A slut," she mumbled finally, her voice almost to soft to be heard.

SLAP! Without warning, Suzie stepped forward and unleashed a vicious slap. "When I ask you a question, I expect you to look at me and answer so I can hear you. Do you understand?" she barked.

The ferocity of the slap stunned Denise. But slowly, she raised her head and looked into Suzie's eyes. There were tears trickling down her cheeks. "Yes, ma'am. I understand," she answered clearly.

"Well, are you a Slut, or aren't you?"

This time there was no hesitation. In fact, there was even a hint of pride in Denise's answer. "Yes, ma'am," she spoke out boldly. "I am a slut."

Suzie looked at Mark and smiled. "I think it's time we finish the job. Would you do the honors?"

"If you don't mind," he answered, "I think I'd like to watch you finish what you started."

Taking a quick step towards Mark, Suzie reached out and gently squeezed what was obviously a very excited cock. She allowed her hand to linger on his manhood for a moment, and smiled at him knowingly. "Yes, I guess you would at that."

Suzie released Mark and started towards her prey. "Wait," Mark said suddenly, reaching for a pair of scissors on the credenza. "I think these might help," he said, handing them to her. "She might have fun telling her young master what happened to her private garments, if you know what I mean."

"Yes," Suzie smiled. "I do know what you mean." She held the scissors gently in her hand and stared at them, quiet for a moment, lost in thought. "In fact, I think I'd really like to have some fun with our little slut," she said at last. "There's a ball of packaging rope in the bottom drawer of the credenza. Could you get it for me, please?"

All of a sudden, Denise felt her body tensing up, her boldness from moments before giving way to fear. Ted. She'd forgotten entirely about Ted. How would she explain this to him? What would he say? What would he do?

And the rope. What did they need the rope for? As these thoughts raced through her mind, she looked at Suzie. And at Mark. And she suddenly realized that, here she stood, clad only in bra, panties and shoes, in front of two people she'd never even met before. And now they wanted to tie her up.

"Please don't," she pleaded meekly, looking directly at Suzie.

But Suzie ignored her as she took the rope from Mark, and as she moved slowly behind her slut. Silently, she laid the scissors down on the conference table and unwound the ball of rope. Satisfied that she'd unwound enough rope, she quickly reclaimed the scissors, cut the rope, and returned the scissors to the table.

"Hands behind your back," she ordered sharply, breaking the silence.

"Please," Denise pleaded again. "Please don't hurt me."

"Behind your back," Suzie ordered again. And slowly, ever so slowly, Denise began to comply. When the hands were fully behind her at last, Suzie tied the rope first to the slut's left wrist, and then to the right, making certain that there was very little slack in the line.

Satisfied with her work, she grabbed the scissors and knelt down. Working quickly, she tied Denise's ankles together, tossing the excess rope on the table. When she'd finished, she stood up and moved closer to her captive, running the scissors lightly against her cheek and neck.

Denise shivered at the touch of the scissors against her bare skin, closing her eyes as she felt Suzie's arms wrap around her. She felt the scissors slide between her breasts, and cringed as she heard the slow cutting of material, signaling the beginning of the end for her finest brassiere.

And then the bra gave way, and her breasts swung out from each other, still covered by the lacy cups, not yet completely free. She felt goose bumps as the cold blade ran lightly between her tits.

Denise could feel Suzie's body as it pressed against her, and she could feel her breath on her neck, and in her ear. But just when Denise was starting to relax, to feel comfortable, her tormentor released her and backed away slightly. Again, Denise felt the cold steel against her body, this time on her left shoulder, as the shoulder strap quickly gave way to the closing blades, allowing the cup to fall forward, dangling against her side, leaving the left breast fully revealed.

Seconds later, the right strap was cut, leaving both tits fully exposed, and the useless brassiere dangling helplessly from between her arms and sides. And finally, she felt the back of the bra being unsnapped.

For a moment, nobody moved, Mark drinking in the sight of the naked bosom before him, and Suzie checking out Mark as he checked out the slut.

The moment seemed frozen in time, as if what had started out as nothing more than a harmless prank had suddenly become very serious. And still nobody moved.

Until suddenly, with a swiftness that startled Denise, Suzie slid the scissors down each hip, cutting the flimsy panties, leaving them as nothing more than a pussy-soaked rag dangling from between her thighs.

"Mark," Suzie said after an awkward moment, "would you mind taking these garments and putting it in her purse for me?"

Denise stared at Mark as he rose from his chair. "It would be my pleasure," he replied as he slowly moved towards her, looking her over thoroughly from head to toe. Unable to resist, Denise lowered her eyes down his fully clothed body until she reached his crotch. She gasped audibly, wondering how he could even walk in the state he was so obviously in.

She stood quietly, with Suzie in the background, as Mark reached out for the once fancy panties. With an agonizing slowness, he pulled the panties from between her legs. When they were at last free, he raised them to his nose and breathed in the scent of her womanhood. Smiling slightly, he extended the garment to Suzie, allowing her to smell the fruits of her labor.

He looked backed at the slut. "Open up," he ordered. Denise obeyed without hesitation, and he stuffed the rag in her mouth.

With both hands free, he quickly moved to her tits, ignoring for the moment, the dangling brassiere. Denise felt her eyes closing and heard the sounds of her own muffled moans of pleasure as he massaged her aching mounds, and as he squeezed her firmly.

But all too soon, he stopped. Denise opened her eyes and watched as he gently pulled each half of her bra from between her arms, and as he reached up and pulled the panties from her mouth.

As he walked over to the table to put the rags in her purse, it hit her. She'd walked into this room in charge and full of confidence, ready to work with these young professionals, ready to nurture them, to guide them. And now, not quite 30 minutes later, she stood before them, naked but for a pair of shoes, tied at the ankles and wrist, completely helpless, totally at their mercy. And so turned on, she'd fuck a horse if they told her to.

She felt the breath on her neck first, as Suzie slid up behind her, grabbing her by the hips. And she sighed as the lips began to nibble softly on her neck and ear. Shortly, the hands left the hips, sliding around front, where they reluctantly parted ways, one moving northward to her mountainous bosom, the other southward towards the depths of her womanhood.

She moaned, allowing her body to meld into Suzie's as, for the first time, she felt a woman's hands working their magic on her. She felt the gentle massaging of her breasts and the light pinching of her nipples, followed by gentle tugs, and then more tender caresses. And she felt the fingers working gently to uncover her aroused love button, stroking it softly, patiently.

And she felt the eagerly awaited orgasm beginning to build. But suddenly, Suzie stopped and stepped away.

"No," Denise begged, nearly in tears. "Please don't stop. I need it so bad!"

But Suzie said nothing as she slowly stepped around in front of her. She took Denise's head between her hands and pulled her slowly closer. Denise closed her eyes and opened her mouth, reaching out hungrily for Suzie's lips. And when they came together at last, the two women passionately devoured each other, Suzie's hands dropping from Denise's head and wrapping themselves around her, holding the bound and naked woman close.

After what seemed like forever, Denise felt herself being gently pushed away. With a look of pure lust in her eyes, she looked at Suzie questioningly.

But Suzie just smiled. "First, my little slut, it's my turn. And Mark's turn. And then, if you're very good, maybe it will be your turn." With that, she reached behind the naked captive and pinched her ass, bringing a sharp yelp from her victim.

Without turning around, she began backing up, not stopping until she felt Mark's arm wrapping themselves around her. "Ummm," she purred as his strong arms engulfed her. "This is nice."

At last, after a long and agonizingly wonderful show orchestrated by Suzie, Mark had a woman in his arms. And he wasted no time in setting his hands free to explore, first to her bosom, similar is size to Denise's, yet unrestrained by a bra. He squeezed her luscious melons through her tight fitting, stretchy top, clutching them against her, squeezing them roughly, even eliciting a slight yelp from Suzie's lips.

But as he squeezed her, he was looking at Denise, standing naked and alone, her body fidgeting, clearly in a state of high arousal. He smiled at her, and winked.

He then reached for the bottom of Suzie's top, pushing it up her torso and over her breasts, exposing them for the first time. But he did not take the top off, choosing instead to fondle the breasts with one hand, while the other worked at releasing the snap on her pants.

Soon, his efforts were rewarded by the sound of a metal snap popping open, followed shortly by the sound of a zipper being lowered.

And then, it was Suzie's turn to squirm as Mark's hand slid easily inside her pants. With practiced experience, his fingers were quickly on target as Suzie moaned, pressing herself against him as one hand worked its magic on her button, and the other hand massaged her tender globes.

When he felt her excitement building, he moved quickly and suddenly, grabbing the back of her top with both hands and pulling it over her head, leaving it stretched across her chest, still wrapped around each arm.

The next thing she knew, Suzie found herself face down across his lap, her arms trapped beneath her, held in place by her own top.




Giving In Ch. 03



"Hey!" she screamed out as she tried to right herself. "What are you doing?"

But Mark held her down firmly with his left hand, while his right hand slid her pants over her hips and down her thighs.

"Let me up," she yelled out as she continued to squirm. But all she succeeded in doing was frustrating herself, as Mark's strength was more than a match for her.

As she began to quiet down, Mark moved his right hand to rest on her now bare buttocks. "It seems to me," he began calmly, "That you've been dishing out a lot this morning. I thought that our little slut here might like seeing just how much you can take."

And with that, WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! Suzie screamed out as the blows fell hard and fast across her bottom. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! "Please stop," she pleaded as the blows continued to fall. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!

He stopped as suddenly as he'd started, leaving a still defiant Suzie struggling to free herself. Gently, he slid his fingers into her pussy, and began stroking her, in and out, over and over, until finally, he felt her relaxing, rocking herself in time with his thrusts.

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! The resumption of the blows caught Suzie by surprise. Just when she'd forgotten the pain, getting swallowed up in the pleasure, WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! And just as she began to squirm, she felt the pleasure return to her pussy as he began pumping her once again.

But this time, the pleasure didn't stop. As she lay there, spread out across his lap, her head was spinning, not quite sure what was happening, and her ass was aching, tender from the relentless attack her tormentor had launched upon it. But the feeling emanating from her pussy was nothing but pleasure, and she desperately wanted him to continue.

WHACK!!! Just one slap this time, and then back to the pleasure, in and out, over and over, as she struggled to find her release. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! Pain, followed by more pleasure. Or was it pleasure, followed by pain. She no longer knew. She no longer cared.

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! "Yes," she screamed out, feeling her release approaching as Mark alternated freely between pleasure and pain.

"Harder," she screamed out as her orgasm finally hit, releasing wave after wave of pleasure, even as the pain continued to come.

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! At last, the blows stopped, leaving Suzie lying limply across Mark's lap, sobbing as tears of pleasure, and tears of pain ran gently down her cheek.

Without hesitating, Mark eased Suzie off his lap and onto the floor. She yelped slightly as her tender buttocks hit the carpet, but otherwise offered no resistance. Quickly, Mark slid the shirt off her arms, rolled her over, grabbed the remaining piece of rope, and tied her hands behind her back. Finally, he slid her pants and panties the rest of the way off, leaving her as naked as the day she was born.

Next, he stood up and looked at Denise. "That was for you," he smiled as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.

About the time he'd removed his shirt, Suzie began to stir. Instinctively, she tried to move her hands to help her stand up, but found them fastened securely behind her. Slowly she rolled onto her back, staring alternately between Mark and Denise, giving Mark his first good look at her large breasts, still heaving as she struggled for air.

"On your knees!" Mark ordered.

"I can't," she answered quietly.

Mark noticed a resignation in her voice that hadn't been earlier, but he kept his smile to himself. "I said 'on your knees,'" he responded softly, but there was no mistaking the authority in his voice.

With some effort, she rolled to her side, over her forearm and struggled to her knees. She looked into his eyes and waited.

After a moment, Mark unbuckled his belt, unhooked his trousers, and let them fall loosely to the floor. Next, with both women's eyes glued squarely on the tent that was his boxer shorts, he pushed them slowly over his hips and down to the floor. Bending at the waist, he lifted one foot, removed the sock, and then repeated the maneuver with the other foot. As a final measure, he flicked the pile of unwanted close away with his foot.

And he stood there, allowing the two women to examine him, just as he had examined them.

"And now, Suzie Jackson," he said as he stepped in front of the kneeling blonde, "I want a blow job."

For a moment, Suzie just knelt there, staring at the eight inch erection, no more than eight inches in front of her.

"But . . ." Suzie started to say before Mark cut her off.

"The only hands that will be used are mine. Do you understand?" he asked sternly.

"Yes sir," she answered softly. All resemblance to the woman who had so recently dominated Denise Watkins disintegrated as Suzie reached out with her open mouth, trying to catch a cock that always seemed to be just out of reach.

After numerous failed attempts to catch the cock, Suzie let out a sigh and looked up at her tormentor. After a several moment stare-down, Suzie finally lowered her eyes, totally defeated.

"Please sir, may I suck your cock?" she asked meekly, barely audible.

"Louder," Mark implored. "I don't think Denise heard you."

"Please sir," she repeated, louder this time. "May I suck your cock?"

Mark smiled down at her. "There, now. That wasn't so bad, was it? Of course you can suck my cock." With that, he stepped forward slightly, and allowed the tip of his manhood to rest against her lips.

For a moment, Suzie was motionless, as if she wasn't certain how to begin. Glancing sideways, she saw Denise standing quietly, still bound hand and foot, watching her intently. Without taking her eyes off Denise, she slid her mouth slowly over his engorged cock, and then slid it off. She repeated the process, slowly picking up the tempo, taking more of him in her with each attack.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the task at hand, feeling a sudden need to please the man, to make him proud of her. And to make Denise proud.

She felt him pounding his meat into her, as she thrust her mouth onto him. Together, they established a rhythm, and slowly took it faster and faster, the intensity growing hotter and hotter, until finally, he grabbed the sides of her head and pounded his meat into her.

She could feel his urgency growing as he continued to fuck her mouth until finally, after one massive shove that nearly gagged her, he began to cum, spewing his cum into her mouth, before withdrawing and shooting his load all over her face, her tits, and her hair.

Finally finished, Mark staggered backwards and stumbled into a chair.

Suzie, on the other hand, was quickly on her feet, covering the distance between herself and Denise in two steps. Before she'd even stopped moving, her lips found Denise's and the two were locked in a deep, hungry kiss, eagerly sharing the fruits Suzie's work.

The kiss was awkward - with one woman bound at the wrist, and the other at the wrist and feet - but that didn't seem to bother them.

Finally, they broke it off, but they held their position, their naked bodies standing close together, bosom pressing against bosom. Slowly, Denise leaned forward and began licking the cum from Suzie's face, like one cat cleaning another. When she'd finished with the face, she quickly sucked what few globs she could from her hair.

Finished, she turned to Mark with a renewed confidence. "Untie my feet," she said simply.

Mark looked at her for a moment, then at Suzie. Then he rose to his feet, silently crossed the room and untied her ankles. When he finished, he returned to his seat, never having uttered a word.

"On your knees," Denise said to Suzie. She said it simply, but it was clear that she expected to be obeyed. And she was, as the younger woman never hesitated to do as instructed.

"Now," Denise said as she looked down upon Suzie, "on your back."

Again Suzie moved quickly to obey, and after a few awkward movements, was laid out on the floor below the older woman.

Without saying a word, Denise stood over her lover, examining her. She moved slowly to Suzie's feet, and spread them apart with her own feet, leaving her wide open and fully exposed. Still silent, she moved to the prone woman's side and paused, examining the treasure she was about to claim.

She marveled at how things had changed, at how it was she who was now in control, where before it was she who had succumbed to the young blonde. Smiling to herself, she knelt down by Suzie's side, and bent over until her extended tongue reached the prone body. She licked the sticky cum off her chest and breasts, savoring the taste. She planted little kisses all over her tummy and watched as Suzie squirmed. She nibbled on her tits, and on her nipples, eliciting small yelps from her prey. And then, she moved to her face, and once again the women found themselves locked in a heated lovers kiss.

Mark watched as the women played, fascinated at the turn of events. He watched the once confident younger woman squirming on the floor, as the heretofore submissive older woman dominated. He watched Denise's beautiful ass, perched in the air as she played with Suzie. And he watched his cock as it sprang, once again, to life.

Denise broke the kiss suddenly and righted herself, once again kneeling over her prey. Slowly, she worked her way around until she was above Suzie's head, before edging forward, her dripping pussy hovering directly above Suzie's face. She hesitated momentarily, teasing her prey, before lowering herself onto Suzie's mouth.

She felt the sensations shooting through her body as the practiced tongue of her lover found its mark. She moaned as she ground her pussy onto Suzie's face, desperate to relieve the tension that had been building up for so long. She lowered her head until it reached her lover's center, leaving one naked body writhing atop another.

For the first time, she tasted the fruits of another woman. She liked what she tasted, and she liked how Suzie's body jumped at her touch. And with a hunger built on submission and humiliation, the two women attacked each other, holding nothing in reserve.

Just as she felt the tell-tale tremors shaking Suzie's body beneath her, she felt hands on her hips, steadying her. Instinctively, she raised her ass up from Suzie's face, seeking out the man she knew was behind her, inviting him to enter her.

And enter her he did, with a massive thrust that pulled her mouth away from her lover's pussy just as she was about to cum. Denise's cry of ecstasy and Suzie's cry of frustration echoed together as Mark began pounding his meat into Denise. With some effort, Denise dove back into Suzie's pussy, attacking it with a renewed zeal. Moments later she felt Suzie enter the throws of orgasm, mere seconds before she felt her own come crashing down on her. And even as she collapsed upon her lover's body, her body rocked under the pressure of Mark's weapon thrusting in and out of her, until finally, she felt his body tense up and fill her full of his seed

* * *

"And then what happened?" Ted inquired.

"I regained my senses a little while later, still lying on Suzie, and my head still between her legs." Denise answered. "I noticed that my hands had been untied, but not Suzie's. So, I rolled off her, rolled her over, and untied her. We lay together for several minutes, just resting, while Mark was in the chair."

"Ultimately," she continued, "Suzie and I put our tops on, Mark put his boxers on, and we tried to get a little work done. Amazingly enough, we actually managed to accomplish a few things, although there were a few distractions along the way."

Several moment of silence followed. "Are you mad?" she asked at last.

"No. You are free to do anybody you like. Anytime, anywhere, and anyhow, just as long as you tell me all the details," he answered. But then his face took on a hard look. "But don't ever forget," he said in a firm, menacing voice, "that you are nothing more than a slut. And that you are mine, to be used however and whenever I choose. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she said weakly, her head lowered. "I understand."

He walked over to the window and peered out. "Friends of yours?" he asked as he gestured across the courtyard.

When Denise reached the window and looked out, she saw Mark and Suzie in the room across the courtyard, locked in lover's embrace, without a stitch of clothes on.

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Giving In Ch. 04



Chapter 4 -- It's A Girl Thing

38-year-old Denise Watkins stood naked in the corner of Ted's bedroom, her damp panties draped over her head, her buttocks red from the spanking she'd just received from her 20-year-old lover. It was nearly two o'clock on Friday afternoon. That was the problem. 

She'd told Ted she was taking the afternoon off to spend with him, that she'd be home no later than one o'clock. That would give them about 4 hours before Ted's mom, Martha Baldwin, arrived at the home the 3 of them temporarily shared. And when Denise didn't show up until almost 1:45, Ted decided some punishment was in order.

After Denise had suffered enough, Ted quickly shed his clothes and approached the dark haired beauty from behind. It was then that they heard the front door open. Mrs. Baldwin was home early!

Denise tore the panties from her head, looking quickly at Ted. The panic in her eyes was obvious as she dashed out the bedroom door. She barely made it to the guestroom in time, leaving the door open as she dashed for the bed, diving under the covers just as Martha rounded the corner.

Ted, meanwhile, had gathered up Denise's clothes and tossed them under his bed. He dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, then waited by his bedroom door, listening. 

Ted had a dream relationship with Denise. A relationship where she was completely subservient to him. A relationship where he could demand anything from her he desired, and she would give it. It was a relationship that worked for both of them, and he had no desire to fuck it up by letting his mom catch on.

So he waited, and he listened.

"Hello, anybody home," Martha called out. Denise was supposed to be at work, and Ted would normally be out with his buddies, but both of their cars were home. 'Curious,' she thought.

"In here," Denise answered from the guestroom.

"What's the matter?" Martha asked as she entered the room and saw her best friend in bed. "Are you sick?"

Denise hesitated, trying to control her emotions. Less than a minute ago, she'd stood buck naked before her young lover, her ass in flames from the spanking he'd delivered. And now, she was trying to conceal everything from his mother, her best friend. Unfortunately, her body wasn't buying it. Her body was still hot from the spanking, and her pussy was on fire. 

Then she remembered what her young master had said the other day. That she was free to do anybody she liked -- anytime, anywhere, and anyhow -- just as long as she told him all the details.

Quickly, Denise put an impromptu plan in motion. "No," Denise said in a sad voice, trying to sound depressed. She sat up, holding the sheet over her breasts, swinging her feet over the side of the bed. "It's just . . ." She paused, as if searching for the right words. "Oh, I don't know," she said exhaling and lowering her head.

A million things went through Martha's head as looked at her friend. Was she okay? Was she sick? Was it serious? Why wasn't she telling her?

"Please, Denise," she said as she sat down beside her friend. "I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."

Denise hesitated briefly, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the fake tears, then threw herself into Martha's arms, allowing the sheet to fall free in the process.

"There, there now," Martha said, recovering quickly from the shock of having a naked woman fall into her arms. "It's okay." 

She held Denise tentatively at first, gradually becoming more at ease. She stroked her hair gently and lightly rubbed her back, very much aware of the naked breast pushing against her own. And she waited until her friend was ready to talk.

"I'm sorry," Denise said after a while, pushing herself back from Martha's embrace. She took hold of her friend's hands and held them in her lap, seemingly unaware of her own nakedness. "It's just that, sometimes, I get to feeling so lonely, and so sorry for myself that I can't stand it. I miss my husband, Martha. I miss him something awful." And then she hesitated. "Look at me," she said, squeezing her friends hand tight and trying to smile. "Of all people to be telling this to. You've been alone so long. How do you do it?"

Martha smiled at her friend, the hint of tears sneaking from the corners of her eyes, before reaching her arms out and pulling her close, oblivious, now, to her nakedness. "Oh, baby, you're not alone. Neither one of us is. We've got each other. We've got Ted. And we've got our friends."

Denise pulled back slightly, just enough to see Martha's face. "But don't you ever miss having a man?" she asked softly.

"Sure I do," Martha said as she slowly stroked the wavy brunette locks. "Sometimes."

"Stay with me awhile," Denise whispered after a moment. "I don't want to be alone."

"Of course," Martha responded in an equally soft voice. It never even occurred to her not to stay with her best friend when she needed her so. Without another word, the two women fell into each other's arms. They rocked each other slowly, before Denise rolled onto the bed, bringing Martha down with her. And they lay there together, holding each other gently, one woman naked, one woman dressed.

Meanwhile, Ted crept quietly down the hall, straining to hear the women speak. He could understand just enough to confuse him. 'What's she doing,' he thought to himself? 'It shouldn't be this difficult to get rid of her. What's going on?'

He reached the guestroom door and hesitated, before carefully peeking around the corner. What he saw flabbergasted him. There was his naked slut, lying on the bed in the arms of his fully clothed mother. And his slut was looking right at him, a devious smile on her face.

Ted withdrew around the corner quickly, took a deep breath, and tried to regain his composure. When he again peered around the corner, nothing had changed.

"By the way," Denise said. "Ted went camping with the guys again and won't be home until Sunday evening. He apologized for the lack of notice, but promised to call tonight with all the details."

"Oh," said Martha, pulling away slightly.

"Don't worry, mother," Denise smiled. "Teddy's a big boy now, or maybe you haven't noticed."

Martha looked at Denise for a brief moment, before burying her head in her friend's shoulder and snickering out loud.

"And just what's so funny?" Denise asked, allowing her hand to wander aimlessly over Martha's back and buttocks.

Again Martha snickered, before finally raising her head to look at Denise. "You're going to think I'm awful," she said.

"Never!" she responded, purposefully pulling the woman closer. "Tell me!"

"Well," Martha started out. "Well, a couple of months ago, I accidentally saw Ted getting dressed. Believe me, Denise. Ted is going to make some woman very happy some day." And then she burst out laughing, clutching at her naked friend.

"Martha!" Denise feigned disgust. "I never!" And then she, too, broke out laughing.

Ted, on the other hand, stood at the bedroom door in shock. His own mother, in the arms of his naked slut, talking about the size of his manhood! He couldn't believe what he'd heard with his own ears.

And when Denise looked back at him again, she ran her tongue suggestively around her lips, and allowed her hands to gently squeeze his mother's ass.

Ted withdrew quietly around the corner to catch his breath. 'Could it be she's seducing my mother right before my eyes?' he thought. He took another deep breath, knowing that was exactly what she was doing. And then quietly, he poked his head back around the corner.

"Martha," Denise said, breaking several minutes of silence as she released her friend and rolled flat on her back. "Tell me about Gloria Swanson."

Martha hesitated, rolling onto her side next to her friend. "How do you know about Gloria?" she inquired uncertainly.

"It was the New Year's Eve party just before your husband, died. As you remember, he was a bit drunk . . ."

"Shit-faced, you mean," Martha interrupted, giggling slightly to ease the temporary tension.

"Okay, shit-faced," Denise agreed. "Anyway, that's when he told me."

"I see," Martha answered, making no immediate effort to respond to Denise's original request. For almost 30 seconds, she lay on her side, looking at Denise, but not really seeing her.

"We were lovers," she said at last, once again focusing on Denise. "It started on my 20th birthday when my boyfriend dumped me. I was crushed." As she spoke, she moved her hand to Denise's tummy, softly tracing little lines with her fingers.

"I'd known Gloria for years. She'd just recently been dumped, also." Her fingers moved up to Denise's breasts, circling first one nipple, then the other, bringing goose-bumps to the gently rising and falling orbs.

"That night, we were there for each other, body and soul." She took Denise's left nipple and gently twirled it between her fingers.

"After that, we moved in together. We were lovers for 6 months." She moved to the other nipple.

"It was during that time that I met my husband. Those were good times for me, Denise, until Gloria met a man and took off." She pulled gently on one nipple, then the other.

"After that, Martin and I started dating. We were married around my 21st birthday, and Teddy was born just before my 22nd." She leaned over slowly, taking Denise's right nipple between her teeth, biting and tugging gently, as Denise squirmed slowly beneath her.

As she switched to the other nipple, she allowed her hand to wander freely over Denise's tummy, lightly tickling her new lover. When she was finished with the breast, she raised her head. And then the two women's eyes met, and that one look told the story. This was something they both wanted, but they wanted it slow. They wanted it tender. And they wanted the moment to last.

Then they melted into each other's arms and kissed.

Ted watched the two women as they lay together, not believing what he'd heard, or what he was seeing. Here was his lover, naked, in the arms of his mother. And there was no denying the excitement he felt as he studied the contrasts between them. Where his lover had long brunette hair, brown eyes and stood 5'8", his mother was a short haired, blue eyed blonde standing no more than 5'6". While both women looked fit, his lover had a hint of baby fat, where his mother sported a slender build. And where his lover had a beautiful 36C bust that would drive a man crazy, his mother was a smaller 34B that seemed the perfect fit for her frame.

And still the women embraced, each sending their tongue darting into the other's mouth, while their hands were free to wander. With Martha on top, Denise reached for the bottom of her lover's top, and slid it up her frame. The two broke their embrace just long enough for the top to be removed and discarded, before diving right back into each others mouth.

While their tongues were dancing together, Denise fumbled with the clasp of Martha's bra, quickly succeeding in unhooking it. She rolled Ted's mother onto her back, again breaking the embrace just long enough to relieve Martha of the article of clothing.

Slowly, Denise allowed her kisses to stray from her lover's lips, nibbling on her ears, biting lightly on her neck. She slid down her body and kissed her way over her shoulders and down her chest, arriving at last at her breasts.

Ted watched in fascination as the woman who'd given herself up to him began kissing his mother's breasts, her hands massaging them tenderly, gently. He heard his mother moaning softly as she gave in to the eroticism of the moment, and he watched as she squirmed atop the bed. Unable to stand it, he freed his manhood from his pants and took it in hand.

Denise raised her ass into the air, her legs straddling Martha's, as she began sliding her tongue down the quickly rising and falling stomach, effectively shielding Ted from his mother's eyes. She raised herself to her knees and paused, looking down on the prone body beneath her.

She moved her hands to the belt on Martha's slacks and undid it. Next, she unhooked the slacks themselves, sliding the zipper slowly down its track. Raising herself slightly, she began sliding the slacks over the hips as Martha arched her back and raised her buttocks from the bed, silently encouraging her best friend to continue.

As Denise inched down the bed, bringing the slacks with her, Ted eased back around the corner and out of sight. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the wall, and continued to stroke his cock, the sight from the other room etched indelibly in his mind. He heard the bed creak as feet softly hit the floor, and he knew that Denise had finally reached his mother's feet. With the sound of something softly landing on the floor, Ted knew that his mother, too, was now naked. And he waited anxiously for the sound of the bed telling it was okay to look again.

As Denise eased back onto the bed, eager to rejoin her now naked lover, Ted peered once again around the corner. He spied his lover's ass as she moved her leg across his mother's legs and lowered her body until once again, the two were locked in each other's arms, lips pressing gently, but urgently, together.

Denise felt like she couldn't get enough of this woman as they lay locked together, rolling freely and frequently across the bread. Their hands wandered everywhere, exploring everything as she felt her passion rise. She marveled at how different it was with Martha than it had been with Suzie; patient instead of frantic, tender instead of rough.

She moaned as Martha wedged one leg between hers and began rubbing her pussy against her legs. Quickly, she followed suit, both women rolling across the bed, grinding their pussies on each others thighs. She could feel the tension in her lover as she neared her climax, and as their grinding took on a greater urgency.

The two women clutched desperately at each other as their orgasms hit, even as Ted was emptying his sperm into his shorts. Finally, as the last of the waves passed, they relaxed their hold on each other, content to lie together until sanity returned.

* * *

Knowing that the time had come, Ted slipped back to his room. He gathered his things quietly and crept back into the hall. He passed the quest room bent low, praying he wouldn't be caught, and made his way to the garage, where he grabbed his backpack and tent and headed out the back door, wondering just how he was going to spend the rest of the weekend.

He certainly knew how his mother and Denise were going to be spending it.

* * *

"I wasn't entirely honest with you," Denise said as the two women lay in each other's arms, still basking in their sexual pleasure.

"Oh?" Martha said, rolling away from her naked friend slightly.

"I haven't been entirely alone, lately," Denise explained. "I've had an occasional fling with a certain gentleman. It's not an exclusive relationship, but it is a very special one. Are you mad?"

"Should I be?"

"Well, I misstated the truth just to get you into bed."

Martha leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. "Why should that bother me? It worked didn't it?"

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Giving In Ch. 05



Chapter 5 -- Outside Looking In

"Hi sweetheart," Martha Baldwin said as her son entered the kitchen through the garage door. "How was your camping trip?"

"It was fine," he responded, giving his mom a quick kiss. "Hi Denise," he said to his mother's best friend, their temporary house guest.

The funny thing was, he actually had spent the weekend camping. He'd been forced out of the house on Friday when Denise, his lover, decided to seduce his mom. She'd told Martha that Ted had gone camping, thereby ensuring a weekend alone for the two girls. Ted had watched the seduction, learning things about his mother he'd never imagined, before sneaking out the garage with his camping gear in tow. He didn't have much trouble convincing his buddy Andy, that a weekend in the woods would be fun.

"Did you girls do anything special?" he asked, giving a knowing wink to Denise.

"Oh, just girl stuff," Denise answered, smiling.

* * *

It was Tuesday, right around noon, when Martha turned the car onto her street, heading home with another unexpected afternoon off. As she approached her house, she noticed both Ted's and Denise's car in the driveway. 

'That's odd,' she thought. 'Just like last Friday.' And a funny feeling crept over her as she thought back to the day she'd walked in on Denise, naked in bed in the middle of the day, and the seduction that followed.

For some reason which she couldn't quite put her finger on, Martha drove right by the house, turned at the next corner, and parked out of sight of the house. 'What was Denise doing home?' she thought as she exited her car.

She cut through the neighbor's back yard, approaching her own house furtively. She knew she was being silly, but couldn't quite convince herself to turn around.

She approached Ted's bedroom window first and peered inside. Nothing. Next, she came to the guest room window - the room occupied by her house guest - and peered inside. Again nothing. She even looked inside her own bedroom window. Still nothing.

Nearly convinced it was only her imagination playing tricks with her mind, she decided to take a quick look in the living room before going back to get her car.

And there they were. Instinctively, Martha jumped back from the window. "What the hell?" she gasped. She took a second to regain her composure and slowly moved back to the window.

There was her son, pacing back and forth across the living room floor, while Denise stood completely still in the middle of the room, almost at attention, with a blindfold around her eyes.

Martha watched as her son stopped pacing, ending up in front of her blindfolded friend. She saw Ted say something, but couldn't quite make out the words. Her jaw dropped when Denise pulled the blouse from her slacks, unbuttoned it, slid it off her shoulders and handed it to Ted, who tossed it in a heap in the corner.

Martha held her position in the bushes, too stunned to move, too stunned to think. She watched her best friend reach behind her back, undo the clasp of her bra and remove it. Obediently, she held it out for Ted, who took it from her and tossed it on top of the blouse.

It was only then, as she watched her best friend - now her lover -- standing topless and blindfolded before her son, that things began to make sense. Last Friday when she'd come home early and found Denise in bed, naked, she must have walked in on them. Denise later admitted to Martha that she was involved with someone, but she didn't go into specifics. No wonder.

And then Martha gasped. She gasped so loud that she had to move quickly from the window in case they'd heard her. Ted had been home Friday when Denise began seducing her! How long did he stick around before leaving? What did he hear? What did he see?

She stood there, shaking, trying to regain her composure. She had to leave. She had to go someplace where she could think. But instead, she found herself leaning in front of the window again, very much aware of the growing dampness between her legs.

By now, the blindfolded beauty was standing in just her panties, holding her slacks out to Ted. Martha watched as her son took the slacks and, like before, tossed them into the corner.

There was a moment's hesitation as Ted surveyed the beauty before him. Again he said something Martha couldn't quite make out. And then she watched Denise slide the panties down her legs. She stepped out of the panties quickly, stood up, and held them out to Ted. This time, however, Ted held the damp garment to his nose, breathing in the scents of her arousal, before lowering it. Again he said something, and Denise opened her mouth. Ted stepped forward confidently, stuffed the panties into Denise's mouth and kissed her on the forehead.

Martha could feel her own arousal growing as she watched her 38-year-old best friend standing naked and blindfolded, with her panties stuffed in her mouth, while her fully dressed 20-year-old son stood before her in complete control. 

But Martha wasn't really sure what, exactly, was getting her so hot. Was it watching her new lesbian lover? Was it watching an older woman being completely controlled by a younger man? Was it her son? Was it knowing that her son had watched her making love to Denise? Or was it all of them? She wasn't really sure. But she did know how horny she was as she rubbed her pussy through her slacks.

Suddenly, Ted turned and walked towards the kitchen. He returned with a kitchen chair, set it down a bit away from Denise, and sat down. Again he said something. This time Martha watched Denise walk slowly towards her son, stepping carefully, feeling for objects with her hands. She watched her bump into a wing chair, adjust her course, and continue, at last reaching her son. She felt his head, his shoulders, and she maneuvered around him, kneeling down beside him.

"Oh my God!" Martha gasped out loud as she watched her friend lean over Ted's lap, her ass pointed almost directly towards her. Her son was about to deliver a spanking to Denise's bottom, and she was going to watch.

* * *

"Make this good," Ted said to Denise. "We have an audience."

Denise gasped, muttering something through her panty-filled mouth, instinctively trying to get up. But Ted held her firm.

"Relax," he said. "It's mom. She's outback, looking in through the window. She's been there for the whole show."

Denise tried to say something again, but it came out garbled, unintelligible.

Ted had never before looked at his mom as anything other than his mother. She'd always been there for him when he'd needed her, just like any mother would. And he'd always loved her, just like any son would. But that was the extent of it. He'd never fantasized about her, never dreamed about her.

Until last weekend. Until he watched Denise seduce her. Until he saw the two women holding each other passionately, rolling across the bed as they brought each other off. Since then he'd been unable to get her out of his mind. And knowing that she was watching him only added to his fantasy.

* * *

Martha watched her son place his hand on Denise's ass. Slowly, he stroked her behind. She could see her friend squirming, seeking out the hand. He slowly eased his fingers into her pussy, pushing in, then pulling out.

WHACK! With a suddenness that startled Martha, Ted withdrew his hand and whacked Denise's buttocks, causing her to jump, her muffled scream audible even through the closed windows. And that put Martha over the top.

Unable to take any more, Ted's mother quickly surveyed her situation and discerned that she was reasonably well hidden and unlikely to be seen. That was all she needed. A moment later, her pants were bunched around her knees and her hand was inside her panties, slamming into her cunt.

Ted was once again stroking Denise's ass, brushing lightly over her pussy just often enough to tease her, causing the older woman to squirm lustfully, completely at her master's mercy.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! More blows. More muffled screams. And a redness began to appear on Denise's butt while Martha pumped her own pussy harder and harder.

Ted's fingers slid quickly back into Denise's pussy, stroking in and out like a piston while the woman squirmed helplessly on his lap. And Martha felt her left hand sliding under her blouse, squeezing her tits while her pussy gyrated on her right hand.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Ted attacked her ass with a fury that astounded Martha. Only this time when he stopped he went for her dark hole, sliding his fingers in, rocking Denise's ass. There were more muffled cries. But now there was a hint of pleasure in them. And he continued to work Denise's ass while his mother brought herself closer to the edge.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! From the convulsions of her body, it was clear to Martha that Denise was coming, and coming hard. With a final, frantic fury, Martha joined her friend, feeling the orgasmic waves flowing over her.

She stumbled away from the window, leaning against the house to catch her breath. There was a voice inside of her, deep inside, yelling that this was wrong, that it could only come to no good. But she ignored the voice, and her back slid slowly down the house siding until her panties came to rest on the dirt.

* * *

For several long minutes, Ted allowed Denise to lie on his lap and gather herself. "I think mom liked the show," he said at last. "She dropped her pants and had one hand in her panties and one under her blouse. She came just after you did, and then disappeared."

Denise nodded her head, acknowledging what he'd said.

"Can you stand?"

Again she nodded, moving back to her knees before standing up. She looked shaky, but to proud to let on.

Ted stood up, grabbed the chair, and disappeared into the kitchen. When he reappeared, he was dialing his cell phone. "Hi. It's me," he said into the phone. "Are you ready?"

He waited, listening to the party on the other end. "Good," he said and hung up the phone.

"I'll be in my room for a while," he said to Denise. "I'm expecting a couple of friends to stop by momentarily. Let them in and keep them entertained until I come back, okay?"

"Yes sir," she responded obediently, not quite certain whether the tremors in her body were from fear or from anticipation. Ultimately, however, it didn't matter. She would do exactly what she'd been told to do.

* * *

Martha regained her composure slowly. There were a million thoughts running through her mind, but she tried to shut them out. One thing she couldn't shut out, however, was the sight of her best friend sprawled across her son's lap, getting a very hard, very erotic spanking.

When she finally regained her feet, she carefully brushed the dirt off the back of her panties, pulled her pants up, and tucked in her blouse. Feeling somewhat more composed, she looked into the window just in time to see her son hanging up his cell phone. He turned to Denise, said something, and headed off down the hall, leaving her standing alone in the center of the room.

Martha watched for a moment, wondering what, if anything was next. But Denise just stood there, unmoving, and Ted didn't return. For several minutes, nothing changed. Just when she'd convinced herself that it was time to leave, Martha heard the sound of car doors closing somewhere in front of the house.

'Oh shit,' Martha thought. 'Now what.' Her first thought was that these were just a couple of Ted's friends showing up unannounced. Then panic struck her. Of course Ted wouldn't answer the door. But his car was out front. What if they walked around the house looking for him? They'd catch her!

She heard the distant sound of her doorbell ringing. Just as she was turning to leave, the most extraordinary thing happened. Denise turned and began moving slowly and carefully to the front door. Martha froze in her tracks, crouching down for a closer look. She watched in astonishment as Denise reached the door, unlocked the deadbolt, and pulled the door open. She made no move to hide behind the door, and no move to cover-up. Instead, she stood there boldly, eyes blindfolded, mouth stuffed with her own panties, and waited.

From the looks on their faces, the two young men who stood there were not totally surprised by what greeted them. Even so, there was a moment of awkwardness before they finally entered the house. Denise closed and locked the door and turned in the direction of her guests. Martha immediately recognized the two as friends of Ted's. Jimmy was a blonde haired boy of average height. Ron was a bit taller and better developed, with short dark hair. She'd never have imagined either of them involved in something like this. But then again, before today, she would never have imagined Ted or Denise involved, either.

Once the door was shut and locked, the boys lost all of their awkwardness. Ron stepped behind Denise and grabbed her tits roughly. Jimmy had one hand on her pussy while the other hand removed the panties from her mouth and tossed them aside. He quickly had his lips on hers, pressing her firmly against Ron.

Martha watched the two as they groped her friend. There was very little tenderness involved, only hungry hands and lips flying all around her body. But they were clearly having an effect on Denise. Martha could tell by the way her friend arched her back, pressing her tits into Ron's hands as they mauled her savagely, and by the way her hips were gyrating against Jimmy's hand that she was on the edge.

But the guys stopped suddenly, denying Denise her release. Instead, Jimmy took hold of her hands and guided them to his shirt. Denise moved quickly, grabbing the shirt and pulling it over his head. Without any hesitation, she moved to Ron, repeating the process.

Ron put his hands on her shoulder, pressing downward until she was on her knees. He rested his hand on her head as she removed his shoes. She turned her attention next to his jeans, quickly unhooking them and sliding them down his legs, dragging his underwear with them. When he stepped out of his pants, she began probing him with her hands, much as a blind person would. 

Initially, she bypassed his cock, sliding her hands instead up his legs, around his ass, and across his chest, pausing only to pinch his nipples. She couldn't resist the temptation for long, however, and was soon sliding her hands purposefully towards his cock. She reached it at last and began stroking it, measuring it with her hands, cupping his balls gently. Satisfied at last, she leaned forward and took the tool into her mouth. But she wasn't allowed to savor it for more than a few seconds before Ron pushed her away. 

Next, Jimmy reached out and turned her friend's head towards him, as if to say "my turn." Denise, still on her knees, turned toward the fairer boy, and quickly set about disrobing him. In short order, Jimmy was also naked, and she began her exploration of him. Again, it wasn't long before her hands found their way to his penis.

Nor was it long before Ron moved around beside Jimmy, giving Denise a choice of beautiful cocks on which to indulge herself. And indulge herself she did, taking first one cock deeply in her mouth, than the other, spending just enough time on each to get the guys going, before switching to the other. And all the while, she kept both hands busy stroking their rods, or fondling their balls.

As Martha watched the side of her friends head bounce from one cock to the other, pausing to savor the taste of each, her own hands had made their way once again to her pussy, but not before she'd shoved both her pants and panties down to her ankles.

In time, the guys stepped back from Denise, leaving the blindfolded woman panting wantonly in the middle of the floor. After a short moment, Ron stepped forward, grabbed Denise by her hair, and pushed her onto her hands and knees. Knowing exactly what he wanted, he moved behind her, quickly impaling her with his meat.

Not to be denied, Jimmy quickly positioned himself in front of Denise, grabbed her by the head, and guided his cock into her mouth. Soon, the boys established a rhythm as they slammed the wanton slut mercilessly, one in her pussy, one in her mouth.

And Martha watched it all as she pounded her fingers into her own pussy like a bitch in heat, unable to deny the eroticism of the moment, and wishing that she were Denise.

And just when it couldn't get any better for Martha, Ted walked into the living room completely naked, his erection standing proudly before him. It was at that moment that Martha felt the familiar pleasure crashing through her loins. And as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, she never took her eyes off her son's magnificent cock.

* * *

Denise was on fire as the boys slammed into her from both ends. Ever since they'd walked through the front door, they'd controlled her, teased her, and toyed with her. All without saying a word. Truthfully, Denise had no idea who they were, only that they were friends of Ted's. In her own mind, one was named fat-cock, the other long-cock.

Right now Denise's mind was a blur as the pleasure kept building and building, heading for what was certain to be a massive release. She never questioned Ted when he told her to "entertain" his friends. She trusted him completely. What's more, she relished the naughtiness of the situation.

Her body shook as fat-cock slammed her pussy, filling her with his breadth while long-cock filled her mouth. But it wasn't a blow job she was giving to him, rather it was a mouth fucking he was inflicting on her.

She felt her tits shaking beneath her as fat-cock held her hips and long-cock held her head. She reached her right hand back to her clit, desperately seeking release. But before she could cum, she felt fat-cock's body go rigid, jerking spasmodically as he filled her with his cum.

Even as the final drops of his seed were oozing into her, she felt both boys withdrawing from her. "No," she gasped, pleading for more.

She wasn't disappointed. No sooner had fat-cock withdraw from her and moved aside, then long-cock was positioning himself in his place. "Yes," she gasped as the tip of long-cock's manhood pressed against her back door. "Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!"

With surprising gentleness, long-cock eased into her, slowly at first, just a little at a time. But soon, the thrusts were quicker and deeper, until finally, he was ramming himself into her without mercy.

Denise balanced precariously on her left hand while her right feverishly attacked her love button. And then it struck. She screamed out And as the throws of ecstasy filled her body, her left hand collapsed and her head and shoulders fell to the floor, even as long-cock continued his attack.

Then, finally, he came, his sperm filling her dark hole and oozing down her leg. As he withdrew from her, the last of his sperm spent, Denise felt her muscles fail her. She fell over sideways, before rolling onto her back. And she lay there, chest heaving, only vaguely aware of her situation.

She heard sounds around her, somehow associating them with fat-cock and long-cock getting dressed. And she heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and realized they had left. And then there was nothing, only sweet, silent peace.

After a while, how long she wasn't certain, she heard a rustling noise near her, followed by a hand gently stroking her cheek. "Lift your head." She recognized Ted's voice, and smiled. She reached out her hand and felt his body. Feeling that he was naked, she shook her head.

"Come here," she said quietly. "Leave the blindfold on."

* * *

Martha managed to pull herself together just about the time Ron and Jimmy left. With a little effort, she managed to make herself look presentable, and prepared to leave. She took one final look inside and saw her son bending over her best friend. For a moment, she was nearly sucked in again, but she managed to tear herself away from the window, and begin the short trip back to the car.




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Ten minutes later, she found herself sitting in a dimly lit bar, a half-empty rum and coke in front of her and naughty, unmotherlike thoughts filling her head.

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Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions.



Giving In Ch. 06



Chapter 6 -- What's Sauce For The Goose

Martha exited the bar around 4:00 PM. She stood there a moment, unsure of what to do next. The three rum and cokes had helped, but she still wasn't quite ready to face Denise and Ted. Not after what she'd seen earlier that afternoon. So now what?

She hopped into her car, fidgeted a bit with the seat belt and mirrors, and pulled out of the parking lot. She drove aimlessly, trying unsuccessfully to come to grips with her emotions.

She thought of Denise, her best friend. She saw her as she'd been last weekend when the two of them had made slow, tender love for the first time. And she saw Denise as she was earlier today, a blindfolded, submissive slut, only too eager to submit herself to anybody's will.

And then there was Ted, her son. She saw him as he dominated Denise -- a woman 18 years his senior -- with her naked body sprawled over his lap as he spanked her, teased her, and brought her to orgasm. And she saw his naked body, with his engorged manhood standing proudly before him.

She had every right to be angry! True, Denise had told her that she was seeing someone, but she didn't say it was Ted! Nor did she let on about what a submissive slut she was! How many people had fucked her lately? She was afraid to guess. And Ted, her own son! How could he treat a woman like that?

Yes, she had every right to be angry. And she was! But what was really bothering her was how horny it had made her. How she'd become so obsessed with what she was watching, that she'd dropped her drawers on the spot -- in her own backyard --- and brought herself to orgasm. Not once, but twice! And even worse, the second time, it was the sight of Ted's naked body that had sent her over the edge. Try as she might, she just couldn't get that picture out of her mind.

And now, she was afraid to go home. Afraid to face him, and afraid to face her. And afraid of what might happen if she couldn't get a grip on her growing jealousy of Denise, and the unmotherly urges she was feeling for her son.

Thinking a walk might help, she headed for her favorite park. Red River Park ran for several miles along the riverfront and was more of a nature area than a park. While it did have a small pavilion and picnic area, it was predominately undeveloped and sported a variety of trails and paths.

Martha set off along a trail that bordered the river for a ways, before turning inland to return along the back of an upscale housing development. She'd been walking for about 15 minutes when a young man, a jogger, pulled up beside her.

"Hi, Mrs. Baldwin," he said, panting. "Remember me?"

Martha looked at the young man, at his sweat-drenched tee shirt topping his blue jogging shorts. "Billy Cavanaugh. Of course I remember you. How's your jump shot these days?"

Billy Cavanaugh had been a teammate of Ted's on the high school basketball team two and a half years ago. He was approximately 6'2", with short reddish-blonde hair. Billy had been a sophomore during Ted's senior year. He hadn't gotten a lot of playing time back then, but everyone thought he had a lot of potential.

"Pretty good," he smiled, pleased that she'd recognized him. "Good enough to get me a scholarship to Eastern, at least."

"That's wonderful, Billy. Congratulations," she said. "I'm not interrupting your run, am I?"

"Actually, I'm about finished. I live up the way a bit. If you don't mind, I'll walk with you the rest of the way. It'll help me cool down."

They walked slowly, talking mostly about basketball. While Martha appreciated the diversion, she still couldn't shake the images that haunted her. Nor could she put out the fire that was smoldering within her.

"Well, this is home," Billy said at last, pointing to a large brick home that backed up to the park.

"Wow, that's quite a spread. Looks like the doctoring business is going strong," she exclaimed, remembering that Billy's father was a prominent local doctor.

"Would you like to come up for an ice tea? I could give you the grand tour while we're there." Billy asked.

"Oh no. I couldn't," she replied. "What would your parents say?"

"They've been in Hawaii for almost two weeks. They went on their second honeymoon and left me here alone. Truth is I could use a little company. Come on. What do you say?"

Martha hesitated, looking from Billy, to the house, then back to Billy. She wondered briefly if he was hitting on her, but quickly dismissed the notion. Besides, it didn't really matter, since she was rapidly coming to the conclusion that there was only one solution to her problem, only one prescription that would help her deal with the images that were still so fresh in her mind. More and more, Martha was coming to the conclusion that young Mr. Cavanaugh might be just the medicine she needed.

She thought of Denise, and of Ted. 'What's sauce for the goose,' she thought with a devious smile, 'is sauce for the gander.' And she could feel the heat building in her loins.

"What the hell," Martha answered at last. "Why not?"

"Great!" Billy exclaimed. "The gate's right over here."

Billy stepped over to the gate and pulled it open. "After you," he smiled.

Martha returned his smile and stepped through the gate. Once inside, she hesitated, surveying the immaculately landscaped yard, the neatly trimmed shrubs, and the beautiful flowers. "Wow," she said, stepping next to Billy and resting her hand on his sweaty shoulder. "Who does your yard work?"

"We have a lawn service that does the mowing and trimming, but mom's the one with the green thumb when it comes to the gardens."

Martha removed her hand from his shoulder. She could sense that Billy was a little uneasy with her closeness, but she didn't move away. "Lead the way," she said after a moment.

"This is the pool," he said as they rounded the privacy fence. It was an oval shaped in-ground pool of average size, bordered by a large patio.

"Very nice. We'll have to go for a little swim later," she said.

Billy hesitated. "The only women's suits we have are my mom's, and I'm pretty sure they won't fit you," he finally said.

Martha smiled at the young man. "Who said anything about swimming suits?"

Billy's jaw nearly hit the ground. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked away from Mrs. Baldwin nervously, not knowing how to react. Surely she was joking. Wasn't she?

"Relax, Billy," Martha said as she leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. "I don't bite, you know." But inwardly, Martha was on fire. She could see the uneasiness she was causing Billy, and she was feeding on it. And she knew that, for her, there was no turning back. She wanted him, and she was going to have him.

She started towards the house, paused, and looked back. "Aren't you going to show me the inside?"

"Err, yeah, sure," Billy said nervously, hurrying to catch up with her.

They entered the house in a large country kitchen and removed their shoes. They then moved through the family, living, and dining rooms. They came to a stairwell with one set of stairs going up, and one set going down.

Martha looked suggestively at the young man. "What's upstairs?" she cooed.

"Err, just the bedrooms," Billy answered nervously, not knowing what to make of Mrs. Baldwin's suggestive behavior. He was certain it was his imagination, but damn if she didn't appear to be coming on to him. "Maybe we should go down and see the rec room."

"You're the boss," she responded.

"Follow me," Billy said, happy to be moving again.

Martha followed Billy down the stairs and into the rec room rounding the corner into a long room with a wet bar on one end and a high-top table with bar stools along the side. But it was the pool table that got her attention.

"Perfect," she said, more to herself than to Billy. "Just perfect." And from the deep, dark recesses of her mind, she recalled the scene she'd watched with her husband, all those years ago. And she knew this was the place.

She walked over to the pool table and ran her fingers lightly over the felt. "Do you ever watch pornography, Billy?" she asked without looking at him.

Dumbstruck by the question, Billy stood motionless. He stared at the back of her head, before letting his eyes wander, drinking in the soft, delicate curves of her mature body. 'Damn,' he thought, trying to regain his composure. 'Maybe she is hitting on me. Now what do I do?' But try as he might, his 18-year-old mind could not come up with an answer for dealing with a horny 42-year-old.

Finally, as the silence was becoming almost unbearable, he managed a response. "No," he lied, barely audible.

"Really?" Martha inquired. She turned to face him. "Truthfully, I haven't watched any since I was a newlywed. But I do remember this one scene," she said. And slowly, she stepped closer to the nervous young man.

"It was about a gardener, if my memory serves me correctly, and a fancy young woman." By now, Billy had backed up as far as he could, but still Martha came on, now only a foot away.

"It took place in a rec room, much like this one. And there was a pool table." She placed her hands on his still sweaty tee shirt, rubbing his chest, her mouth a mere inches from his face.

"And he took her," she whispered into his ear, pressing her breasts against him. "Right there on the pool table." Softly, she nibbled on his ear.

She eased her head back just enough so she could look him in the eyes. "Will you be my gardener, Billy? Will you take me right here, right now?" She slid her hand down Billy's chest and across his stomach. Gently, she rubbed his manhood through his shorts. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

But Billy just stood there, unable to answer, unable to move.

Martha turned around, her back to Billy, and snuggled close. Reaching back, she took his hands and guided them forward, placing them firmly on her breasts. "Squeezed them, Billy," she urged. "Squeeze them hard." She rubbed her backside against him and held his hands on her breasts. Gradually, she could feel him beginning to respond.

She could feel him slowly, tentatively squeezing her breasts, not quite certain if this was really happening.

"Harder!" she urged. "Use me. Or abuse me. I don't care, just take me!" She felt him squeezing her harder, pulling her tighter against his body. And she knew that she was having an effect. "Take me, Billy," she screamed. "Take me now!"

And it was like the damn had suddenly burst open. Billy released her tits, grabbed the front of her blouse, and violently ripped it open, sending displaced buttons all over the floor.

"Yes!" Martha exclaimed, a note of triumph in her voice.

Martha stepped forward and spread her arms, allowing Billy to tear the blouse from her shoulders. As he reached for her bra, she was unhooking her slacks. And as the bra fell free, she was stepping out of her slacks and panties. A moment later, she had once again backed her way into his arms, cooing contentedly as his hands took hold of her now naked body.

She turned around to face her young stud. She took his head in her hands and pulled him to her. Their lips came together and their tongues shot across the divide, dancing wildly with each other. Their hunger for each other grew, fueled by their own lust as they tried desperately to devour each other.

Martha broke the kiss first, grabbed hold of his hands, and stepped back. She stood there, his hands in hers, allowing him to examine her nakedness. 

He looked upon her body hungrily, from her slightly disheveled hair, to the rising and falling of her smallish, yet perfectly proportioned breasts, to her taut, slender figure, and to the curly blonde hair peeking out at the top of her legs.

And when their eyes met again, she could see the questions forming. Releasing his hands quickly, she reached over and placed a finger on his lips. "Anything you want is yours for the taking," she said softly. "Anything at all. But no questions."

She removed her finger, took his hands, and led him to the edge of the pool table.

She hopped onto the railing and, with her legs spread wide and Billy standing between them, eased herself down until her back came to rest on the felt surface. Slowly, he followed her down until his elbows rested on either side of her arms and his head hovered above hers.

As he looked into her eyes, he could see the lust, the hunger and the fire. At that moment, he finally understood what she wanted -- what she needed.

He resisted the urge to kiss her, pushing himself up from the table instead. Resting his hands on her thighs, he lightly traced his fingers over the sensitive flesh, taking great care to barely miss the center of her womanhood.

He could feel the heat building in his crotch as he looked down upon her, surveying all that would soon be his. He longed to release his burning manhood from the constrictive confines of his shorts, but didn't, thinking how much sweeter it would be to make her wait.

Billy allowed his hands to wander freely. He massaged her thighs, spreading them wide as he went. He moved over her hips slowly, reaching her tummy, pausing to play with her bellybutton and to lightly tickle her sides.

Leaning forward slightly, he grabbed her tits. And as he squeezed them, their eyes met. They stared into each others souls as he continued to massage her, squeezing harder, pressing them against her. And he watched her eyes, seeing the fire grow hotter and hotter as he rubbed her mounds.

He released her breasts and took hold of a nipple in each hand, twirling them between his fingers. And still, their eyes feasted upon each other. He alternated between pulling on her nipples, stretching them away from her body, and twirling them roughly in his fingers. But it wasn't until he flicked her left nipple with his right finger, that he finally heard her gasp. But still, she wouldn't lower or close her eyes.

He released her tits and slid his hands down to her pussy. She jumped as his fingers found her button, and she bit down on her lower lip. He could see in her eyes that she was desperate, that she wanted him, but she hadn't said a word since she'd led him to the table.

Swiftly, he inserted his fingers into her dripping cunt and began pumping. She writhed on the table below him as he toyed with her womanhood, driving in and out of her pussy and flicking his thumb over her inflamed clit.

He watched her grab her tits and squeeze them mercilessly, never diverting her eyes from his. And then he dropped to his knees, examining the prize before him. 

He continued pumping her fiercely with his fingers as he moved his mouth to her button. That's when she screamed. That's when she released her breasts, grabbing his head instead, and pulled him firmly against her. And that's when the first waves of orgasm washed over her.

When her orgasm eased, she released his head from her grasp. Billy rose slowly to his feet, surveying the pleasure he had caused. With a smile on his face, he grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt, pulled it over his head, and cast it aside. He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts. Then he paused, teasing her, before sliding them down his legs and kicking them aside.

Lifting her head from the table, Martha examined the young man, giving extra attention to his excited 7-inch erection. She looked into Billy's eyes and smiled approvingly, before laying her head back down on the table.

Reaching down, Billy took hold of his cock and guided it towards her. He rubbed it against her slit teasingly as she reached out for him with her pussy. But he pulled it away from her, pausing briefly, before pressing it against her love button. She jumped when he slapped it lightly against the swollen bud.

Again, he rubbed his manhood against her pussy, only this time he eased into her slightly. He placed his hands on her thighs and spread her wide, as she reached up and raked her fingers across his chest. There was a look of longing clearly evident in her eyes. Slowly, he inched his way into her, pausing before he'd gone too deep, and then withdrew. He repeated the process, allowing himself to penetrate a little deeper each time, but still withheld his entire length.

Martha slid her hands down his sides, trying unsuccessfully to pull him into her, before Billy grabbed her hands and pulled them from his body. Leaning forward slowly, he pinned her hands on either side of her head, and allowed his body to hover lightly on top of hers. She lifted her head anxiously and pressed her lips to his.

The fire that burned in her as their tongues darted quickly back and forth was threatening to consume her. She wanted him! She needed him! Now! But he was holding back, teasing her. And still, the fire grew hotter. Then, just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, she felt him ram his meat deep into the heart of her desire.

Her lips fell limply open as he held her pinned beneath him and slammed his meat into her. Over and over he slammed her. Her lips dropped away from his as her head fell back onto the table. Their still open eyes met, hers glazed over with a look of pure lust, and his burning with a desire he desperately needed to satisfy.

He released her hands as he continued pounding his meat into her. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around him, pulling him as close as two people could get. She threw her pussy out to meet his relentless thrusts, and her body began to quiver, a precursor of the pleasure that was soon to come.

For Billy's part, it was no longer about control, it was no longer about playing Martha's game. His teenage sex drive had taken over and was now flowing in high gear. He felt the electricity that signaled the onset of his cuming, and he rammed her harder. He felt the beginning convulsions that marked the point of no return, and still he rammed her. And then, with a ferocity that scared even him, he exploded, his body jerking spasmodically as his semen emptied inside of her.

And just as he was releasing his seed into her, Martha let out a scream, holding him desperately as her own orgasm struck. They clutched at each other, each seeking the maximum pleasure they could suck from the other, oblivious to everything but their own desperate needs.

Finally, it was over. Martha slumped back onto the table while Billy rested on his elbows, hovering over her. She ran her fingernails over his back as she stared into his eyes. Billy returned her stare, a faint smile evident on his upturned lips. For several minutes they lay there, basking in the afterglow.

When Billy went to stand up, Martha moaned. "No," she said softly, her arms still around his back. But he just smiled at her as he pushed aside her arms and stood up.

It was then that Martha realized that he was still hard. She looked at him with questioning eyes as he grabbed her legs and lifted them upright, before slowly pressing them towards her head.

For a moment, just when she realized what the young man wanted, she swore her heart stopped beating. But she hesitated only slightly before obediently reaching up, grabbing her legs, and pulling them to her chest.

Neither of them said a word as Billy guided his cock, still wet with her juices, to her forbidden hole. He slid the tip around her hole, and pressed lightly at the entrance.

When Martha told the boy he could take anything he wanted, she never imagined he'd want her ass. She'd never given her ass to anyone before, and she had to admit, she was scared, uncertain if she could handle his size without being ripped apart. But she'd said anything and she wasn't going to back down now. Truthfully, she wasn't sure she could even if she wanted to. And besides, her juices were already beginning to flow again. 'Sweet Jesus, help me,' she thought as his tip eased into her.

Billy had one hand between her legs, steadying her, as his other hand guided his erection. Slowly he eased into her, then backed out, not quite completely withdrawing. He could see the strained look on Martha's face as he slowly eased himself in and out, not allowing himself to delve deeply until she was ready to handle him.




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Gradually, he felt her muscles relaxing, and he eased in a little further, still pumping her slowly, carefully. Soon he was halfway in; then he was almost there. And finally, he had his entire manhood in her ass. He moved his hands to her legs, freeing hers for other pleasures.

As he stood over her with his cock buried in her ass, the enormity of his situation hit him. Here he was ass fucking a hot woman more than twice his age, the mother of a former teammate. And he, albeit with her blessing, was in complete control.

He smiled as he watched her hands move purposefully to her pussy, uncovering her button and stroking it, never taking her eyes off him. She moaned as he spread her legs wider and began pumping his manhood into her.

Martha's head spun with conflicting emotions as she lay beneath her young stud, more exposed and more controlled than at any time in her life. The naughtiness, the degradation of being taken in the ass, not to mention the pain. But the pain was turning more and more to pleasure as Billy eased himself in and out of her. She could feel her pussy coming to life as she continued working her clit.

Gradually, Billy increased the pace, slamming into her quicker and with greater urgency. He allowed his gaze to wander from her face to her breasts, rising and falling quickly as she gasped for air, and then to her pussy. He watched her fingers expertly working her clit, and listened to the moans that told him she was getting close.

He kept up his relentless pace while Martha continued working her clit. And he watched her body start jerking spasmodically as her orgasm struck home. 

With an urgency he'd never before experienced, he slammed into her again and again while she gasped. And then he came, filling her ass with his cum. 

His body jerked in time with hers as he emptied his load into her until, at last, it was over. Without a word, Billy gingerly withdrew from her, climbed up on the pool table and lay down beside her. The two lay side by side, hand in hand, struggling for air.

Slowly, they began to recover. It was Martha who stirred first, rolling onto her side and planting a soft kiss on Billy's forehead. She lifted herself from the pool table and stood up.

"Can I use your phone?" she asked. "I need to let my son know I won't be home tonight."

Billy looked at her and nodded, wondering what was still to come.

He half-listened to Martha's side of the conversation. It seemed that her son was asking a lot of questions, none of which she was answering other than to say that she was fine, and she'd see him sometime tomorrow.

Martha hung up the phone and stood there, lost in thought. Billy had been wonderful, of that there was no doubt. And she certainly was not changing her plans to spend the night with him. Yet just the sound of Ted's voice had brought back all the emotions from earlier that day. Giving herself to Billy had been a wonderful diversion, but it had not succeeded in displacing her growing jealousy of her best friend Denise, and of the relationship she had with her son, a relationship that Martha could never have.

She turned and headed for the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Billy asked.

Martha stopped and turned. "Swimming," she smiled. A moment later she disappeared up the stairs. Billy followed the sound of her footsteps as she moved through the house. Faintly, he heard the sliding glass doors open, and then close, and then there was silence.

With a sigh, he struggled to his feet, knowing that this was going to be a very long night, but one that he was not likely to forget.

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Giving In Ch. 07



Chapter 7 -- Love Is Blind

It was 11:00 Wednesday morning. Martha Baldwin sat in her parked car two blocks from home, wondering how she'd be able to face her best friend and her son after all the events that transpired the previous day.

She was wearing a tee shirt that was several sizes too big for her, and a pair of blue cut-off sweat pants, both of which were complements of Billy Cavanaugh. The loan had become necessary when young Billy, an eighteen-year-old basketball player and former teammate of her son, had ripped her shirt from her body, rendering the garment unfit for public display. The slacks had fared much better, and lie neatly folded in the back seat.

Billy's attack on her had been wild and determined, but not unwanted. In fact, it had taken quite a bit of urging on her part to get him started.

Throwing herself at teenagers was not something the 42 year-old woman normally did. But yesterday had been different. It started with her leaving work early and watching through the back window of her house as her naked, blindfolded best friend lay across her son's lap while he spanked her mercilessly. This was the very same best friend who'd seduced her into a lesbian encounter just the week before. And it got worse when Denise, still blindfolded, gave herself to two of Ted's friends, allowing them to completely have their way with her.

But the real problem was the jealousy that Martha felt for Denise, and the forbidden thoughts for her son that she couldn't get out of her mind.

So to solve her problem, to satisfy the unfulfilled desire that burned in her veins, she'd taken advantage of a chance encounter with young Billy Cavanaugh. After spending the night with him, surrendering herself completely to his every desire, she'd called in sick to work, borrowed something to wear, and started home. While the encounter had been immensely satisfying, it had not, unfortunately, lessened the yearnings she had for her son, or the jealousy she felt of her best friend.

Taking a deep breath, Martha put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb, heading for home.

* * *

"Are you sure?" Denise asked.

"As sure as I can be," Ted answered.

It was 7:30 that evening when Martha stepped out to run a quick errand. Ted wasted no time taking his story to Denise, Martha's best friend and temporary housemate -- not to mention his submissive lover.

"When she got home, she was wearing a tee-shirt and cut-off sweatpants," Ted explained. "Certainly not what she wore to work, and not the kind of garb you'd expect someone her own age to lend her.

"She was acting really nervous, which considering what she saw, isn't too surprising. But she was, I don't know, different somehow," he said, searching for the right words.

"Yeah," Denise said. "I noticed the same thing at dinner."

"Anyway, she headed straight for the shower and stayed there quite a while," Ted explained. "I snuck into her room, intending to look through her purse for any 'incriminating' evidence, but I never got that far. I saw the cut-off sweatpants lying inside out on the floor, with Billy Cavanaugh's name written across the inside of the waistline."

"But that doesn't prove it was him," Denise interjected. "It could have been his father, or his mother, for that matter."

"No," Ted responded. "I ran into Billy at the gym last week. He said his parents were in Hawaii for two weeks."

"Oh, my. It looks like we created a monster," Denise replied, a wry smile crossing her lips.

"Boy, would I love to have been a fly on the wall for that encounter," Ted said dreamily, finding it more and more difficult to see his mother in anything but a sexual context.

* * *

It was two nights later when Ted and Denise next discussed the matter. It had become increasingly apparent to both of them that Martha was in the midst of an enormous personal struggle. She was always nervous around them, fidgeting with her fingers, never looking either of them in the eyes. Further, she was always finding excuses to get out of the house, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for a few hours.

But what struck Ted most was the meekness, clearly not a trait he'd ever associated with his mother before.

"If I didn't know better," Ted said, "I'd swear she had feelings for me. Sexual feelings, I mean."

Denise looked at him, silent for a moment. "Trust me, she does," she finally said. "Women can sense these things. Just like I can sense that you have feelings for her."

For a moment neither spoke. Finally, without another word, Ted turned and headed for his room.

* * *

It was several hours later, long after Martha and Denise had headed off to their separate bedrooms for the night, before Ted finally left his room. He crept furtively to Denise's room, waking her carefully.

Thirty minutes later, he was back to his own room, a smile on his face, and his plan firmly in place.

* * *

Breakfast that Saturday morning had been an awkward affair, very little conversation and almost no eye contact. Even Ted's announcement of his plans to go to his buddy's cabin for the remainder of the weekend met very little interrogation from his mom, just a meek acceptance. He departed shortly after breakfast, leaving the two women alone.

Martha and Denise spent the remainder of the morning avoiding each other. It was sometime in the early afternoon when Martha headed out to do the weekly grocery shopping.

Denise was in her room when Martha returned. She listened as she brought in the groceries. It wasn't until she heard her beginning to put everything away that she left her room, heading for the kitchen.

The women made brief eye contact before Martha turned away. Denise made no effort to help her friend, choosing instead to stand silently and watch as Martha scurried about the kitchen. Only once did Martha stop what she was doing to look at Denise questioningly. When Denise just stood there, staring, Martha quickly went back about her business.

Martha was bent over at the waist putting the last of the groceries into the cupboard. She rose up and turned around, gasping when she bumped into Denise. Before she could react, Denise took her friend's face between her hands and pulled her close. For a moment, Martha froze, the internal conflict paralyzing her with thoughts of her son, of a naked and submissive Denise, and of a young and hungry Billy Cavanaugh. But her dilemma passed quickly as the emotions she'd kept bottled up inside her finally burst free.

She threw her arms around Denise as their lips came crashing together. Hungrily, the two women devoured each other, bodies pressing hard against each other, tongues dancing freely.

Denise broke the kiss first, sliding one arm around her lover while the other pulled her head gently against her shoulder. And she could feel the tension - or was it desperation - in her friend's embrace as she gently stroked her hair.

"This must have been hard on you," Denise said after a bit.

Martha pulled her head back and looked questioningly at her friend. But Denise just smiled, and pulled her head back against her shoulder.

"It's okay," she said, once again stroking her hair. "I know you were watching us the other day."

Denise could sense her friend's tension growing again as they continued their embrace. After a time, she pushed Martha gently away, reached out to brush the hair from her eyes and gave a warm, reassuring smile.

"Do you trust me, Martha?" she asked softly.

For a moment, there was no response. Finally, Martha nodded her head slowly, hesitantly.

"Do you want me to help you?"

This time, there was a pleading look in her eyes. "Yes."

Denise leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead, pulling the blindfold from her back pocket. Martha panicked when she saw what Denise held in her hand, jumping back instinctively. Her internal turmoil ran rampant as she wrestled with her emotions.

But Denise just stood by quietly, waiting, the blindfold held out before her. For Martha, time seemed to stand still. She wanted to run, tried to run, but her feet wouldn't move. She opened her mouth to protest, to scream out NO! But nothing came out.

Slowly, she could feel her resolve failing as the thoughts of Denise spread out across Ted's lap filled her mind. 'Ted! Oh my God, Ted!' She screamed silently to herself as she stiffened up again. 'What about Ted?' But her latest panic lasted only a moment. Ted wasn't there. He was gone for the weekend.

And that's when she decided. That's when she realized she couldn't escape her emotional web alone, and the only way to solve her problem was to go wherever Denise decided to take her.

So, she took a deep breath, and stepped back towards Denise.

"Turn around," Denise said, her voice a little firmer than it had been. Martha moved to obey, slipping naturally, even comfortably, into her role.

And then the lights went out for Martha, as Denise eased the blindfold over her eyes and tied it snuggly behind her head.

Only then did Denise look towards the back window, to the spot where Martha had watched from earlier in the week, and the spot where Ted watched from now. She smiled and held up both hands, with all fingers extended. Ten minutes. Then she returned her attention to Martha.

For those ten minutes Denise embraced Martha from behind. She nibbled on her ears and blew gently into them. She licked and kissed her way down one side of her neck and up the other. She let her hands roam freely over her captive's clothed body, down her sides, over her tummy and between and around her breasts. Eventually, her hands found their way to the breasts themselves, and to that magical spot between her legs.

For the first time in days, Martha was relaxed, her body responding to the magic hands. She moaned as they gently caressed her, and sighed as they rubbed her breasts. She almost cried when they wandered between her legs, so great was her relief.

And then the doorbell rang. Martha stiffened instantly, her hands starting for the blindfold. But they never reached it, as Denise grabbed them, brought them back to her sides and held them firmly in place.

"You said you trusted me. Do you or don't you?"

"I do, but . . ."

"No buts," Denise said, cutting her off. "You either trust me, or you don't. Which is it?"

Martha stood there, mouth agape, unable to respond.

"I know you watched us through the back window. I know that you came at least twice. And I know about Billy," she said the last softly, for effect. "Martha, I know what you want and what you need even better than you do. But I won't force you." There was a moment's hesitation. "Last chance. Yes or no?"

Slowly, barely perceptible, Martha nodded her head.

"Good," Denise said, and the doorbell sounded again. "At the front door is a friend of mine, a lover. He's going to help you. All you have to do is open the door and let him in. But," she said emphatically, "once you let him in, the blindfold stays on until I take it off. Agreed?"

Again, Martha nodded her head.

"Say it," Denise insisted.

"I agree. The blindfold stays on until you take it off." Somehow, just saying the words gave Martha a new resolve. She stretched her hands out in front of her, feeling around for objects, and made her way slowly towards the door.

The doorbell rang one more time before she reached it. She felt around until she found the knob, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Martha stood beside the open door, her hand clutching the doorknob. She could feel her body shaking as she lowered her head. A hand took hold of hers, pulling it away from the door. The next sound she heard was the sound of the front door closing.

For a moment, nothing happened. Martha's mind was running in circles. Who was this stranger? Why did she allow Denise to talk her into this? What was he going to do? Why was she doing this?

Just when she could stand it no more, a finger touched the bottom of her chin, lifting it up slowly. And then the stranger's lips touched hers, lightly at first, barely grazing them. And then again, lingering just a bit this time. And then one more time, only this time the stranger's lips surrounded hers, and she felt his tongue probing against her lips. Instinctively, she opened up, allowing his tongue to enter.

She reached out for him with her mouth, allowing the kiss to fuel her passion until the kiss was the only thing that mattered. And then there were hands on her breasts, squeezing the bra-encased mounds roughly through her white cotton shirt. As her fire burned hotter and hotter, a distant part of her mind wondered, who is this? Is it Jimmy? Is it Ron? It could be either one, based on what she witnessed the other day. Or maybe it was Billy Cavanaugh! After all, Denise did say she knew about him. But she dismissed Billy. She was certain she would recognize him. It had to be either Jimmy or Ron.

The lips broke away suddenly, leaving her reaching out with her mouth, still wanting, as the hands continued to fondle her tits. Standing there blindfolded, with a stranger mauling her bosom and her best friend looking on, she felt cheap. She felt slutty.

There was a final squeeze, one that made her gasp, before the hands released her, leaving her alone and blindfolded, waiting for what would happen next. She heard a rustling noise, and then felt hands pulling on her shoelaces, first the right foot, then the left. A hand grabbed her by the back of her right calf and lifted her foot from the ground, pulling off the shoe with the other hand. The process was repeated for the other foot, and then for each of the ankle socks she wore.

The stranger ran his fingers lightly up her legs, starting at the feet, continuing until they reached the hem of her shorts. But they didn't stop there, continuing instead up to the front snap.

Just when the front snap was released, she felt Denise step up behind her and grab hold of her top. By now, Martha was too caught up in the game to stop, much too involved to even consider protesting. Instead, she raised her arms obediently.

The next thing she knew, her top was sliding over her head and her shorts were sliding down her legs, panties and all. As quick as that, she had been stripped down to just her bra, which lasted only moments longer as Denise quickly removed and discarded the final unwanted article.

Martha stood naked before the stranger, her heart pounding through her chest. Now she was beginning to understand what had driven Denise the other day. Now she could feel that very same lust coursing through her veins that had so obviously driven her friend. And now, she was ready for more.

"Take two steps forward, stop, and bend at the waist," Denise ordered.

Ted watched as his naked mother immediately followed the instructions, amazed at how easily she'd been coerced into this situation. He could tell she was hot, and he knew he could have her right now. But he wasn't ready yet. There was still more of the game to be played.

He moved slowly behind his mother until her ass was directly in front of him. First, he touched her ass ever-so-lightly, trailing his fingertips across her bare buttocks. He ran his fingers between her butt-cheeks, lightly passing over her dark hole before gliding teasingly over her wet pussy.

WHACK! Martha jumped at the sudden, painful attack, clearly caught off guard.

"Hold your position!" Denise ordered.

Quickly, Martha returned to her bent over position, waiting for what was to come next. It was only then that she thought of Ted, and of the spanking he'd delivered mercilessly to her best friend's backside. It was then that the thought first crossed her mind. Ted! It couldn't be! Could it? But Ted had gone camping. Or was that just a story?

Before she had time to panic, she felt his fingers sliding into her pussy, and again, all thoughts except her deprived need for more were expunged from her head. She bit her lip, shaking slightly as the fingers began working their way in and out of her wanton pussy. She allowed her ass to gyrate against his fingers, and she could feel her pleasure mounting.

WHACK! Another sharp, unexpected blow, and then nothing. She held her bent over position, aware of a slight bustling of activity around her.

"Stand up!" Denise ordered.

She immediately obeyed. Denise took hold of her arm and led her slowly across the room.

"Kneel down," she said after they'd stopped.

When Martha moved to obey, she realized that the stranger was seated on a chair immediately in front of her.

"Bend over his lap!" Denise ordered firmly.

But this time, Martha hesitated. This was much too similar to Ted and Denise's display the other day to be coincidence. Again she wondered if this could be Ted. Only this time, she thought there was a strong chance that it was. And now, she didn't know what to do. She'd gone too far to stop. She desperately needed to continue. But how could she if this really was Ted?

Quickly, her mind responded. It didn't have to be Ted. After all, Denise knew she'd seen them, knew she'd gotten off on watching them. What would be more natural than for her to recreate the scene, only with someone else? Someone other than Ted.

She knew the argument was weak. But it was enough. It had to be enough, because there was no way she could stop now.

Slowly, she reached out and felt for his lap. Just as slowly, she began lowering herself across it until she was completely prone, completely at his will. And as she lay there naked across his lap, she wondered again if it was Ted. Only this time, she couldn't deny that secretly she was hoping it was.

She closed her already sight-deprived eyes when his hands touched her, left hand grazing lightly over her back, right hand squeezing her cheeks. She could feel his excited manhood pressing against her through his pants and she wondered if it was as beautiful as Ted's, or if it was Ted's, and how long would she have to wait before it would be hers?

She gasped when the fingers slid into her wet pussy and began pumping her womanhood. She could feel her pleasure mounting as he pumped her harder, harder.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Subconsciously, she knew the blows were coming, but still, they caught her off guard. She screamed out, instinctively trying to rise up from his lap. But he held her firm, quickly re-inserting his fingers into her pussy. She let out an exasperated moan as the pleasure began again, supplanting the pain.

This time he worked her womanhood longer, bringing her closer to release, but not nearly close enough, before . . . WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Again she screamed out. Again she tried to rise from his lap. And again he held her down firmly.

A moment passed. "On your knees," Denise barked out, breaking the silence.

But Martha hesitated, not wanting the pleasure/pain to stop. "On your knees," Denise repeated. Slowly Martha moved to obey.

She heard the stranger rise to his feet and move away, only to be replaced on the chair by Denise. "Bend over my knees," Denise ordered.

She reached out for Denise's legs, her spirit uplifted thinking the pleasure/pain might continue. She was surprised to find the legs unclothed. She hesitated a moment. When Denise didn't immediately yell at her, she let her hand wander over her best friend's body, finding it completely devoid of clothing.

She allowed her hands to hesitate on her friend's breasts. She swore she heard her moan as she squeezed the mounds, as she toyed with her nipples.

"That's enough," Denise exclaimed, not quite as forcefully as before. "Over my lap."

This time, Martha quickly complied, wondering what a sight this must be for the stranger.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Denise wasted no time, lashing out quickly and firmly at the prone woman. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! This time, tears welled up in Martha's eyes as she screamed out. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!




Giving In Ch. 07



At last the attack stopped. Martha felt Denise's hand return gently to her inflamed buttocks, rubbing it softly. "That's what you get for spying on me the other day. And if you ever do something like that again, you'll get more. Do you understand?"

Martha nodded her head shakily. "Yes, ma'am," she sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"That's better," Denise said, slipping her fingers into Martha's flowing pussy.

Martha gasped as her friend's fingers began gliding skillfully in and out of her pussy, providing pleasure while her ass still stung with pain. "Oh yes," she heard herself moan as the fingers continued with their task.

She heard a noise in front of her, and then felt fingers running lightly through her hair. Tentatively, Martha lifted her right hand from the floor, reaching out to the stranger before her. She could feel that he, too, was naked as her hand slid quickly to his cock. She took hold of his weapon, stroking it gently, stretching her neck towards him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Denise asked, temporarily stopping the assault on her pussy. "It's not too late to stop."

Martha hesitated as the true meaning of Denise's question sunk in -- was she sure she wanted to take her son's cock into her mouth? This, she was certain, was Denise's way of telling her who the stranger was, without spoiling the game. Why else would Denise ask her that question? Why else would she offer her the opportunity to call it off?

Martha didn't answer Denise. Instead, she pulled the engorged cock towards her, opening her mouth as its tip pressed against her lips, allowing her son's cock to slide into her mouth.

In her present position -- lying across Denise's lap -- she was unable to move her head enough to give Ted the kind of blow-job she'd like. That problem was quickly solved, however, as Ted grabbed each side of Martha's head, held it firmly in place, and began slowly easing his cock into her mouth.

She felt Denise's fingers re-entering her pussy as Ted slowly eased his cock out of her mouth. She lowered her hand to the floor, supporting herself as her best friend and her son worked her from both ends. Martha struggled to keep from gagging on her son's massive cock as he held her head firmly in place, fucking her mouth with a gradually increasing pace.

Her head was swimming as she completely surrendered to her delirious lust. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She jumped under the force of the completely unexpected attack, still in shock even as the fingers returned to her pussy.

She could feel Ted's grip firming up on her head as his strokes took on a greater urgency. She felt the fire building within her as Denise frantically pounded into her helpless pussy. And she felt Ted's body tense up as he shoved as much of his cock into her as he could, his sperm emptying into her mouth and dripping out the corners.

And then her own orgasm crashed over her. WHACK! WHACK! In and out! Mercilessly, Denise alternated between spanking and finger-fucking. If there weren't a massive cock spewing it juice into her mouth, Martha would have screamed. Instead, she nearly passed out from the overflow of emotions.

Relief finally arrived as the cock slid from her mouth, only to be patted against her lips, her cheeks, and her nose, leaving everything they touched covered with a film of cum. Finally, Ted released her head and Denise withdrew from her pussy. For a moment, she held her position, gasping for air.

"Take me to bed," she said shakily when she'd recovered enough to move.

* * *

Martha, still blindfolded, lay on her back in the middle of her king-size bed, with Denise to her left and Ted to her right. Her ass still ached from the beating she'd received, first from her son, then from her best friend.

She lay quietly for a while, enjoying the tingling feeling of fingers dancing lightly across her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, and around her womanhood. She made no immediate move to return the pleasure, either to her son or to Denise. Rather, she allowed them to pleasure her while she regained her composure.

It wasn't until each of her lovers took a breast in their mouth, and Denise's fingers started once again working on her love button, that she began to respond. "Oh Christ," she moaned as their assault intensified. She marveled at the difference in touch between the woman and the man. Denise's mouth worked lightly, almost playfully over her breast, raking her teeth gently over the nipple, while her fingers worked a gentle magic on her clit. Ted, meanwhile, was squeezing her breast roughly with his hand while his mouth worked hungrily on her nipple. Where Denise was tender and patient, Ted was rough and hurried. Together, they were reawakening her body.

Martha squirmed under their attention, oblivious now to the throbbing of her buttocks. She cried out softly as they worked her bosom. She arched her back, pressing her pussy against the probing hands.

"No!" she said suddenly, sitting bolt upright.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Denise asked, a concerned tone in her voice.

Martha leaned towards Denise, feeling for her blindly, finding her. Lightly, she stroked the hair away from her best friend's eyes, and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Nothing's wrong," she whispered. "Everything's perfect."

With a final quick kiss, she turned towards her son, finding him with her hands. Just as gently, she leaned in and gave him a kiss, before easing him down onto his back.

She placed her hands on his chest, pausing to admire the feel of his muscles before easing her leg over his body. With her womanhood hovering over his once again erect cock, she removed her hands from his chest, took hold of his manhood, and eased herself down until he was pressed against the lips of her pussy.

"Here we go, baby," she said, almost in a whisper. Slowly, deliberately, she eased herself onto him, letting out a small gasp as his meat began filling her up. When she had completely engulfed him, she leaned forward until her breasts were resting on his chest, and sought out his lips with hers.

Their lips came together tenderly as he wrapped his arms around her. The gentleness of their embrace was a stark contrast to the events that had so recently transpired. As their lips lingered together, his hands wandered over her back to her buttocks. She groaned when he squeezed her, even the light squeeze bringing back painful memories.

As their embrace continued, Martha began slowly gyrating her hips, allowing the pleasure to build slowly. She ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed her bosom against his chest.

And slowly, the pace picked up.

As their heat began to build, she broke the kiss and pushed herself upright, allowing her hands to rest on his stomach. And as his hands found their way back to her buttocks, they picked up the pace some more.

Martha could feel the passion building, the familiar pings of ecstasy building in her loins. She purred softly when his hands engulfed her breasts, throwing her head back in pleasure.

And now she was pounding her pussy onto his shaft as he arched his pelvis towards her. She reached for his chest as he pulled on her nipples. Both mother and son moaned as their orgasms neared.

When it finally engulfed her, it was like no orgasm she'd ever experienced. It was the culmination of everything that had recently transpired. It was her and her son, even though she couldn't see him, even though he hadn't spoken a word, and even though she couldn't be completely positive it was he. It was the dark and mysterious journey that Denise and this stranger -- her son -- had guided her on. It was her journey into the world of submission.

After she'd collapsed onto his chest, they lay as they were, both panting for breath, both overwhelmed by their respective orgasms. It was several minutes when he rolled her off of him, sat up and rose to his feet. Martha lay on her back, trying without success to see him through the blindfold. She listened to his footsteps as he left the room, closing the bedroom door behind him. She could barely make out the sound of him fiddling around in the living room before she heard the front door slam shut. And he was gone.

There was a tear in her eye when Denise pulled off the blindfold. She bent over and gently kissed it, before snuggling up next to her friend.

They lay together well into the night, just holding each other. Sometime before the sun came up they made slow, gentle love together, before drifting back to sleep in each other's arms.

* * *

True to his story, Ted didn't arrive home the next day until just before suppertime. The girls had spent a leisurely day together, accomplishing little. The highpoint of the day had been the morning shower they shared.

Martha was in the kitchen when she heard the door open. She turned nervously as her son strolled in. Suddenly, she panicked. How should she act with him? What if it hadn't been him? What if . . .

"Hi mom," Ted said easily, as if nothing had happened.

"Hi baby. How was your weekend?" she responded, turning to pick something up from the kitchen counter.

WHACK! The slap on her ass was sudden and as hard, if not harder than the ones from the day before.

She turned to him quickly, the shock on her face obvious. But the smile on his face wiped away any doubts.

"My weekend was fucking fabulous," he answered.

As he turned and walked away, Martha turned quickly towards Denise, who just stood there and shrugged her shoulders. "Boys," was all she said.

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