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Caretaker

By: Christie052780



I met Marc Favinger when he was thirty-two and I was a fresh-out-of-high-school eighteen year old. Marc's parents introduced us and he smiled and made a big deal of showing me his room. 

"I gots all my police stuff up on that shelf there!" 

I looked up on the shelf and there were pictures of him with the mayor and the governor getting some kind of award, there was his badge in a shadow box, and there, too, encased in acrylic was the bullet that had changed his life forever. 

My job was to be his daycare worker. The agency had sent me over in a hurry since Marc's mother needed a surgery and the parents had to leave town.

It was singularly saddening to look at the vibrant life this wonderfully handsome man had once had and then to turn and see the child he had become. As his elderly parents related it to me he had been out on patrol when he pulled up to a stop light and some kids pulled up next to his cruiser. The kids had their music on and it was blaringly loud. The light turned green and Marc let them pull ahead before he got behind them and turned on his lights. The kids pulled over and stopped and Marc approached the driver's side of the car. This part was on the video from Marc's dashboard mounted camera: a hand reached out from the backseat as Marc leaned in to talk to the driver and shot Marc in the head. 

I remembered the story as his parents told it because a police dispatcher had been listening in on the stop and the story got out on the news. The news reported how the dispatcher had remained calm while she radioed the 'officer down' call out to every law officer within range. Sheriff and police helicopters from cities three hundred miles away came as fast as they could to join in the search for a potential cop killer. 

It was a lone deputy from a distant county who ended up in a firefight with the criminals. They'd exchanged pistol shots and then the deputy, a former Navy SEAL, reached into his car for his H-K sub-machine gun and subsequently ended the battle. The four gangbangers who'd tried to kill a cop to "make their bones" would, in the relatively near future, become nothing but bones themselves. 

It was hard to look at this painfully handsome man and try to hold back tears as the words of a six-year old came out of his mouth. 

We went back to the living room where his father took up the conversation.

"Lizzie, you be careful with Marc cause the boy don't know his own strength no more. He done went and busted the arm on the last caretaker when she wouldn't let him watch some cartoon show on the tee-vee. He wants to do that kind of thing then you just go on and let him. The boy lost the part of mind where he don't take no for an answer, you understand?" 

I nodded that I did.

"Okay, now we got you staying in the guest room. You got your own shower and all and I expect you to do your business in there. Marc'll just bust in on you if you go in the other bathrooms but he knows to stay out of the guest room. If he gets out of hand you get into that room and you'll be fine. Now you're gonna need to keep these phone numbers handy just in case...."

He went on in his pleasant country accent telling me my duties and chores and when meals were expected. After another exchange of pleasantries Mr. and Mrs. Favinger said their goodbyes and Marc and I waved at them as they drove away. 

The rest of the day turned out to be a lot of fun, really. Marc and I had a great time playing video games and when dinner was ready he was at the table with his best manners and we had a nice chat. I asked a little about his time as a police officer and it was pretty clear that he remembered very little of his life prior to the shooting. There were little snippets of moments where he'd be a normal man and then he'd slip right into his present. 

We watched a kids movie I'd seen a few times before and he laughed at all the ridiculous plot lines and it seemed sort of surreal to see a man older than myself laughing like a child at inane humour. In due course we were both sleepy.

"Marc, it's time to go to bed, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I don't want no help, okay? I can go to bed by myself." 

And with that pronouncement he got up and stripped himself naked in front of me and handed me his clothes in a bundle. Then he just turned and padded off to his bedroom. I have to admit that this was a little shocking to me. It wasn't just that I'd never seen a naked man before (my boyfriend doesn't count...trust me on this!) but I'd never imagined that a man could be hung like Marc was! It was an awful shame that he'd never marry and have a family because any wife of his would've been a very happy woman. Indeed!

I went off and got into my nightie before checking on Marc. I opened his door as quietly as I could and found him snoring away and still quite naked. Gently, I took a blanket and covered him up and he snuggled into it just like the little kid he seemed to be. With that I went off to my own room and a nice sleep.

The alarm clock went off at six the next morning and I made my first stop in the bathroom. My cramps had come during the night and the proof that I was ovulating was the bit of a mess in my panties. I took them off and had them soaking in the sink and decided that I'd wait til after breakfast before I took a shower and put on clean ones. 

I made my way to the kitchen and soon had the coffee going and had started on the scrambled eggs when Marc, still naked, came out to the kitchen and sat down. 

"Morning!" came his cheerful greeting as he sat down and went to work on a juice box. He might've had the mind of a six-year old but he sure did have the body of a man. In typical male fashion he had awakened with an impressive hard-on and I felt quite ashamed for having stared at it briefly. I was quite glad he hadn't caught me. 

"Marc, maybe you ought to go get a robe on?"

He looked up from his juice box and thought about it for a moment.

"No."

And he went right back to the juice.

"Marc, maybe you really should get something on. You'd be more comfortable, don't you think?"

The truth was that I was the one who was uncomfortable!

He looked up again and his eyes seemed to set with a decision.

"No. I'm not getting dressed until after my bath."

It didn't seem wise to press the point any further so we made small talk about the White Power Ranger and which Zord was the best while we ate. 

Marc asked for a glass of milk and I filled one up for him and handed it to him. I'd forgotten the instruction to keep his glasses half-full and as I watched him pour half of the milk on himself I understood why I was supposed to follow that instruction. I jumped up and grabbed a towel to dry him off. He pushed back from the table and held his arms out for me to clean him up and I swear the only thing I could see was his throbbing erection. 

I did my best to avoid looking at it as I cleaned him up. I dabbed at his chest and then gently worked my way down to where the milk was dripping into his crotch.

"Janie used to touch me there, Lizzie. We were supposed to get married my momma says."

I kind of felt myself blanch.

"Are you gonna marry me, Lizzie?"

I looked into his eyes and saw the questioning look and I saw the man who once was.

"No, Marc, I'm not going to marry you, I'm just trying to dry you off. Maybe we should just go get you a bath instead, okay?"

He grabbed my arm and I realized that Mr. Favinger was dead right about Marc's strength.

"Owww! Marc, let me go and we'll get you a bath, okay?"

He pulled me closer and then took me by my other arm.

"Nuh-uh! Momma says people shouldn't touch down there if'n they ain't getting married like me and Janie were."

"Marc, I was just trying to get you dry, is all. Please let me go, okay? You're hurting me, Marc!"

The guest room door was a scant twenty feet away but it might as well have been on Mars. There was no way I was getting away from Marc and the whole situation just seemed to be going downhill.

"Janie used to say it hurt when we were getting married but then she'd say it felt better."

I had no damn clue what he was talking about. I just knew that eight bucks an hour wasn't worth this. As soon as I could get away from him I was getting the hell out of here and going home. 

He was still on the kitchen chair as he pulled me closer to him. 

"Marc, I really need to...to go to the bathroom. Can you let me go, please?"

I was beginning to fall over onto him and struggling to keep my balance.

"Nuh-UH! Lizzie, you touched me so we gotta get married just like Janie and me did. Momma says!"

With that he pulled me over and I fell into him. I found myself staring at his throbbing cock just inches from my face as my feet went out from under me and I slipped to the floor. His hands went from my arms to under them and he picked me up like I weighed nothing at all. 

It must be an instinctive thing from childhood that when you get picked up you open your legs to wrap around the person picking you up. Children do it all the time when their mothers pick them up. My long legs were on either side of the chair as he started to set me down on his lap and I made a futile, last-ditch effort to try to get off of the man-child. 

There was no overcoming him. My pink satin nightie was no protection as I felt his cock nestle up between my belly and the satin. He pulled me close and I placed my hands on his shoulders trying to push myself free of his attentions.

"Marc, I don't want you holding me like this. You have to let me go."

He looked at me for a moment and I swear I almost saw the gleam of recognition before it slipped away.

"NO!!! MOMMA SAYS YOU GOTTA GET MARRIED WHEN YOU TOUCH DOWN THERE!!!"

It was pointless to argue the point logically, but I had to try.

"Marc," I tried as hard as I could to keep it to a whisper, "we can't get married because no one is here to see it. We don't have a minister and I don't have a dress." 

I gulped before going on.

"I want to marry you, Marc, but we have to have a minister and and a dress, right?"

He looked into my eyes.

"You want to marry me, Lizzie?"

He eased up his grip. I was getting somewhere.

"Yes, Marc, I want to marry you. Will you let me go now?"

I felt him move his arms from my back to my waist.

"Then it's okay if I marry you?"

He was picking me up from his lap and I began to believe it was over. His cock slipped from between the nightie and my belly and tried to ignore it as I felt the swollen head slip between my pussy lips. I pushed on his shoulders to help lift myself off of him as he lifted me up but still close to his chest. My back was uncomfortably arched as I tried to squirm away.

"Yes, Marc, it's okay." 

His cockhead slipped from between my pussy lips and I felt some instant relief.

"We can get married just like me and Janie were?"

A part of me got a little frustrated with the same question being asked.

"Marc, YES, we can get married just like you and Janie were! Now.." I struggled to finally get free of his grasp, "...let...me...GO!"

I thought he was trying to get up while still holding me by his waist. He lifted up on the chair and my eyes went wide as I looked at him. When he lifted himself up on the chair his cock poked into me just enough. And then he settled back down before pulling me down on his lap with all of his might.

I screamed. 

I screamed for a while, actually. 

I screamed when he said, "Now we're married just like Janie and me were."

I screamed when he started thrusting into me.

I screamed when I remembered I was ovulating.

But by the time he was holding me by the waist and lifting me up and down on his cock over and over I screamed from the orgasm that washed over my senses like a tidal wave.

I was senseless in Marc's lap when I felt him hold me tight. His cock plowed deep into me and unleashed its cargo of swimmers into my ready and fertile body.

He'd no sooner finished himself in me when he lifted me off and put me on my feet. 

I was stunned as he got up from the chair, his cock glistening with our juices, and smiled at me.

"I'm ready to take my bath now, okay Lizzie?"

Caretaker



It'd been three weeks now. Mark Oberlin's wolf was beginning to grow restless. He scanned the square again as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

"Hello?" he murmured, careful not to draw attention to himself.

"Hey Mark, it's me, Alex. Are you still chasing that random chick?" Mark took the phone away from his face and rolled his eyes at it. Stupid Alex. It's not as if Mark enjoyed being a Delta borne to two of the most prominent Alphas the Southeast had ever seen. He would give anything to feel the drive to lead or protect....anything but this insatiable drive to heal and learn and teach. But this was the life that Luna had dealt him so he'd live it to the best of his ability. His family would accept nothing less.

"Alex you know that I have to follow my urge to nurture and heal. And you also know it's a sore spot with me so I don't know why you're bringing it up. No I haven't found her. Maybe I was wrong and she doesn't need help. Maybe I've finally cracked."

Alex sighed heavily. "Or dear cousin, maybe you've found your mate and you're being pulled to her because she's your other half. You know...that whole major thing that every werewolf wants to happen for them at some point in our very very long lives."

"Alex I'm not having this conversation with you again. My fucking perfect Alpha parents had an Alpha heir, an Alpha female, a Beta male and then MY miserable carcass. I'm the werewolf equivalent of "that one special child". I am a freak. An anomaly. It'd been one thing if one of my parents had been of a lower rank but they're not just Alphas, they're these awesome amazing Alphas. No female in her right mind would want to mate with me. They'd end up with an Omega child or worse a full human. What the hell did you call me for anyway?"

"Mark only ancient wolves cling to the class system like that anymore. Any woman would be lucky to have you for a mate and your pups will have a great father. The mating bond works so that you're paired up with someone who can appreciate what you have to offer? How am I 16 years to your 27 and I'm so much smarter than you?! And if I'm smarter than you why am I calling you for help with this stupid algebra homework? This is going to be the death of me Mark I have no idea what I'm doing!" Alex ended in a rush.

Mark pulled the phone away from his ear and rubbed it vigorously to try to ease the pain from the decibels that Alex's voice had reached. "Look dude algebra is simple. If you slowed down the chasing girl's thing and focused a little more you'd be ok and you'd pass. I'm gonna give this five more minutes and then I'm coming-"

Mark froze. "Alex I'll call you back." He had to concentrate to slip the phone in his pocket and not drop it on the ground. There she is. He'd finally found her. She made his wolf crazy. He was so wound up and anxious. She must be in some kind of trouble. The question is what? What did she need, what was wrong with her? Why was his wolf unable to let her go?

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Sara tucked her hair behind her ear as she scoped out her reflection in the mirror. So far the day had been good; she hadn't gotten a lot of questions. Then again she was pretty sure everyone in her small office knew her husband Jimmy beat her and that she was out letting her face and body heal instead of battling the flu like she said. The true test was going to be running out to get her boss's lunch for one of the nearby restaurants. Some of the proprietors really knew her and she'd have to be careful about her appearance. If they suspected something they'd try to help her and then they could get hurt. She'd be crushed if something happened to someone just because they tried to help her out of a situation. Sara decided under her eyes needed a swipe more of concealer and that the bruise on her cheek matched her blush enough to blend and work. She adjusted her clothing and stepped out of the restroom. 

"Hey cutie you ready to go to lunch?" Vaughn asked. Sara smiled up at him. Vaughn was a sweetheart. Short and beefy with bulging muscles everywhere he looked like a bouncer or a professional weight lifter. Instead he was a mild mannered advertising executive who was seriously opposed to any kind of force. He had a natural swagger and it drove the ladies crazy. Unfortunately for them he was completely devoted to his boyfriend Trevor. It was fortunate for Sara that he was gay. If not Jimmy probably wouldn't let her be friends with him. Even with him being gay, Jimmy was iffy about it. But he tolerated Vaughn's place in her life and for that Sara was grateful. She couldn't really make friends with women. They judged her harshly for not leaving Jimmy. They didn't understand though. No one really did.

"I think I'm just gonna eat here at my desk Vaughn. It's bad enough that I have to go out to get Mr. Carter's lunch, I'm just not up to being stared at by everyone." Sara pulled her cardigan closer over herself, subconsciously trying to shield herself from the pain of people's stares. Vaughn's eyes grew sad as he looked down on his friend. She was such a good person and deserved way better than that shitbag of a husband she had. Most of her friends had turned their backs on her because she wouldn't leave but Vaughn couldn't do that. The memory of identifying his little sister's body in the morgue kept him by Sara's side. Susie wouldn't leave her boyfriend no matter how their family had tried and in the end she'd died alone because they'd make ultimatums and demands she couldn't meet. Vaughn hoped like hell that Sara would get out in time but if she didn't she'd have a friend by her side. She wouldn't die alone in the street like someone who was unloved. She wouldn't be like his sister. Vaughn cleared his throat before he spoke. "Ok. Well you know where I am if you need me. I'll talk to you later." 

Sara flashed him a smile knowing he was worried about her. "Sure thing." She gave him a small wave as he turned down the hall. 'Vaughn is a really good friend', she thought. In another life, they might go out for drinks or to catch movies...maybe hang out and go on couple dates. Sara gave herself a little mental shake. There was no sense wondering and wishing about what might have been. Her life is what is it is now and that's all there was to it. Looking at her computer she saw that Mr. Carter had requested a sandwich from the local Italian place clear across the square. Biting her lip, she groaned in frustration. Hopefully too many people wouldn't be out eating lunch although she doubted it seeing that it was 11:30 am. Sighing dejectedly, she grabbed her purse, making sure that her company check card was in there and headed out downstairs toward the exit. 

The sun was incredibly bright when she stepped out, making her wince since the warmth was uncomfortable on the bruises on her face. Sara folded herself up and quickly walked to the other side of the square from the small advertising firm she worked at, trying to make herself as small as she possibly could. She could feel eyes watching her and she tried to ignore it as she made her way to Stratelli's Eatery. 

She looked so frail and small. Mark felt the need to sweep her up and carry her back to the den. She looked like she stood about 5' 8" but with her all hunched over and scurrying across the square it was hard for him to tell. What was wrong with her? What did she need from him so badly that his wolf kept drawing him to this square? He casually walked along his edge of the square to try to get to where she seemed to be headed. She seemed very skittish so he wanted to be sure not to scare her. He angled his trajectory so that he ended up a good ways behind her. Cautiously sniffing the air, her scent sandbagged him. He smelled like chocolate and vanilla with a mix of honey. Her scent was almost creamy in a way. It was heavenly. He shook himself. He had to keep his head in the game if he was going to talk to her and maybe at least come into his practice here in the town. He didn't see a wedding band on her finger so no boyfriend to worry about. He entered the eatery behind her, his stomach grumbling at the rich smell of marinara sauce and garlic. Might as well pick up some lunch while he was here. She picked a good place. She ordered a sandwich that sounded pretty awesome too. Turning over what appeared to be a company credit card she paid for the sandwich and impatiently waited for the cashier to give her the receipt. She wouldn't stop fidgeting. What had her so nervous? As she readjusted her sleeves he saw bruises in the shape of fingerprints on her wrists. So. That's what was wrong with her, she'd been beaten. Mark's eyes turned a rich and swirling amber as his wolf tried to rise to the surface, desperate to find any trace of the fool that would dare touch the beautiful woman before him. She'd been making idle chit chat with the cashier while the credit card machine was running and finally the teenager was able to hand her back the card and the signature slip. She managed to hold onto the credit card but dropped the slip. Mark figured this was as good a time as any to introduce himself to her and bent down to pick it up for her. "Hi, I'm Mark. You seem to have dropped this." Mark stood up to hand her the slip and gently placed his hand on her shoulder to draw her attention. 

Sara flinched and spun around quickly. "No no no please don't tell Jimmy I didn't mean anything by it I promise" Sara whimpered. She quickly began to hyperventilate. Jimmy told her that he always knew where she was and what she was doing. She should have known that he'd send one of his buddies to check up on her and monitor what she was doing.

Mark felt a stabbing pain in his chest at the fear coming off of her in waves. She was so beautiful and he could sense the good in her. Why would someone hurt her like this? Mark felt his wolf slamming against his human conscience aching to rip her abuser limb from limb. Calm down buddy if we change we'll scare her. "It's okay I don't even know a Jimmy I was just trying to give you this" Mark said calmly and slowly. As he finished talking he raised the hand with the receipt in it. 

The whooshing of blood through Sara's veins blocked out anything the man in front of her was saying. All she could think of was how it took her three weeks to recover from the last beating she got when Jimmy thought she was too friendly with the gardener. Jimmy was going to kill her if his friend told her that she was flirting with another man. And she had to be flirting. Jimmy always told her how she couldn't talk to a man without flirting and acting like a whore. How was she going to keep Jimmy from killing her after this? As she ran through all of the ways Jimmy could hurt her and forced herself to stare at the floor, she saw a hand raise up out of the corner of her eye and the world went black.



Caretaker Mom



Part 1 of 4: The Caretaker Position

Caroline sat in the classroom grading essays.

It was the last day of Fall semester. It was late in the afternoon and most of the students had already left the university campus. She sat in the back of the room in a student's desk as she read the papers.

"Still here?" a woman's voice asked from the hall.

Caroline turned to see her friend Jane, the university dean, standing by the doorway. Jane was also middle aged, and she was dressed like a prim & proper woman.

"I'm still here," Caroline replied. "As you can see from this big pile of papers, I'm going to be here for a while. I'll take the rest home after I'm exhausted."

Jane smiled, "Mind if I have a seat? I'm sure you could use the company."

"Please do."

The dean sat down in a student's desk, next to the professor.

"So what's the rush?" Jane asked. "Are you still working on your first novel?"

"Basically. I have what people call, writer's block."

"It happens. A lot of writers go through that."

"Well, I'm not exactly a writer yet. I'm still working on it."

Jane gave a sympathetic nod. "Writers have to start somewhere."

"I know. I'm hoping to grade everything by next week, for all of my classes. Then I'll use the winter break to write as much as I can."

"How much have you written so far?" 

"Around 50 pages," Caroline replied. "Not a lot. I'm always busy."

"Maybe there's a way that we could help each other."

"What did you have in mind?" Caroline asked.

"Do you remember that secluded winter home my husband & I bought a few years ago? I showed you pictures of it before."

"Sure, I remember. Beautiful place."

"Well, my husband & I were supposed to go there this winter, but something came up, and he has to travel to Europe for a while. So, we decided to have our winter vacation in Europe this year."

"That sounds like a pretty nice change of plans."

"It is," Jane replied. "We're making the best of everything. But that means our winter home will be unattended for a while. We tried to make arrangements with our usual caretaker, but she had already made plans to do other things. So, Caroline, how would you like to be the caretaker of that beautiful home for the winter?"

Caroline was taken aback by the offer. The winter home was beautiful and fancy. It was much classier than anything she was used to, since she lived on a modest professor's salary.

"I don't know what to say. Are you sure about this?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure," Jane replied. "It's a win-win situation. The house would have someone to look after it. And you would have a solitary place to write your book. Are you interested?"

"I'm not exactly sure yet," Caroline replied.

"Which is fine. It's understandable if you don't want to make a decision right away. It's a big responsibility. It's also a big time commitment."

"Is there anyone else you could ask?"

"Sure. There are a few other people. But as soon as my normal caretaker turned down the offer, I thought of you. Like I said, it's a win-win situation."

"That's very nice of you to think about me," Caroline replied. "I'll consider it. It's definitely an intriguing offer."

"Great. But please, let me know your decision in a few days. My husband and I plan on leaving soon."

"Would you mind if my son came along?"

"The more the merrier," Jane smiled. "It's probably better if he did. He can help you with chores, and carrying wood for the fireplace. You know, little things like that which are meant for men."

"I'll consider it. I'll give you an answer soon."

Jane flashed a big smile. "I'll email you later today with all of the details of the arrangement. It'll help you make your decision."

The two friends exchanged more pleasantries and other details about the offer. Jane left the classroom, and Caroline continued with her work.

***

That evening. Caroline sat in front of her bedroom computer, looking through all of the details & provisions which Jane had emailed her. The offer was tempting. There were pictures of the home, along with pictures of the mountain view. Everything looked stunning. It seemed like the perfect place to write a book. 

The oven timer rang and dinner was ready. Caroline turned off the computer and quickly headed down the stairs to remove the food from the oven. She let the food rest while she prepared the plates.

Matt came down the stairs to help. He was an athletic & handsome college student, who was always full of energy

"Smells good," he said as he helped prepare the dishes.

"Thanks. I spent extra time to prepare your favorite."

"Oh yeah? What's the occasion?"

They both sat down to eat after everything was prepared.

"Do you have any plans for the winter break?" Caroline asked. 

He thought for a moment. "Not really. Normal stuff I guess. Nothing special. Why?"

"Jane had a last minute change of plans, and she needs a caretaker for her winter home. So she offered me a chance to look after the place for the next month. It's a few hours drive from here, in the mountains. It's a really beautiful home and the scenery is breathtaking. I think you'll love it. It's also a great place for me to write my novel."

"And you're asking me if I want to stay there with you for the next month?"

She nodded. "That's the offer. If you won't go, then I won't go."

He thought once again. "I don't know mom. That's a pretty long time."

"I'll email you the pictures later. I'm sure you'll love it once you see it."

"I don't know," Matt said again. "I've got a lot of things going on, you know, with my friends and everything. Plus I'll be bored out of my mind staying in an outdoor place for that long. Are you sure you can't go alone?"

"I'm afraid to stay there alone to be honest. And frankly, I'm afraid of leaving you here all by yourself," she joked. 

"For good reason too," Matt smiled.

"Is your final answer 'no'? Jane wants an answer soon."

"I'm sorry mom. But that's a really long time to be away. I don't think I would like it very much."

Caroline nodded. "It's okay. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to begin with. I'll call her tonight and let her know."

"Sorry. It's just that, it sounds boring. I've never been a nature person. There won't be anything for me to do besides watch tv and use the internet all day."

"Well, it's on a mountain, so there's a slope on it for skiing and snowboarding. There's also a fancy hot tub, a brand new gym, a home theater, and a bunch of other neat stuff. Jane and her husband are fairly rich. Anyway, I'll call her after dinner to let her know the decision."

Matt's eyes widened. "Whoa whoa whoa...did you say snowboarding and home theater? And all that other stuff?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Why didn't you mention that before? I thought you were talking about an empty log cabin or something. Send me the pictures tonight. I want to see it."

"I thought you weren't a nature person?" Caroline asked playfully.

"I'm more of a snowboarding person. I also like the private home theater, and all that other stuff. This sounds like it has a lot of potential. I'm officially interested."

"You know, I'm glad that we'll be able to spend some quality time together, plus I get to work on my book. This trip could actually be a lot of fun."

"Exactly. Let her know that we're interested," he said, before taking a big bite of the home cooking. "And this food taste great."

Caroline smiled at her son's youthful enthusiasm. 

***

Later that night. After washing the dishes, Caroline went to her bedroom and took another long look at the pictures of the winter home. She wanted to make sure she was making the right decision, since it was a major commitment. The more she looked at the pictures, the more she fell in love with it. 

Caroline emailed the pictures to Matt, who immediately replied, stating that he loved it. Caroline then picked up the phone and called Jane:

"Hello," Jane answered after a few rings.

"Hey. I hope I'm not bothering you at this hour."

"It's fine. So have you looked at the pictures yet? What do you think?"

"That's why I'm calling," Caroline replied. "My son and I have talked about the offer, and we'd love to be the caretakers for your winter home."

"Wonderful news! Believe me, you'll be blown away once you see it with your own eyes. The environment there is so relaxing & beautiful. The home is simply gorgeous. Wait until you get there. You'll never want to leave."

"That's the idea. I'm hoping the peaceful environment will help with my writing. Matt loves it also. He's so excited to go snowboarding, and to enjoy all of the perks of that lovely home."

"So, your son is actually coming with you?" Jane asked, almost suggestively.

"He is. Why? Is something wrong?"

"No. Nothing. It's just that I remembered something about that area. That's all."

"What is it?" Caroline asked nervously. "Did something bad happen there?"

"Just the opposite, actually. I still remember my first winter vacation there with my husband, and my oldest son. It was so romantic for our family. There's something very special about that area. There's a serene energy. I can't put my finger on it, but you'll feel it once you're there. It's really something extraordinary."

Caroline was caught off guard by the way that Jane reminisced on the winter home. Caroline found it odd that Jane would describe a family vacation with her oldest son as being "romantic," but she tried to ignore it. Maybe Jane had simply used the wrong wording since it was late at night, Caroline thought to herself.

"Sounds interesting," Caroline said. "I'm in desperate need of a good vacation. And I think the atmosphere would be perfect for my novel."

"Is there going to be romance in your story?"

"Some. Not a lot. I'm still working on the plot details."

"Trust me," Jane replied, slightly suggestively. "This vacation is going to do wonders for your first book. I'll email you tomorrow morning with more details. We'll finalize the agreement as soon as possible so you can move in quickly."

"Jane, you're the best."

Part 2 of 4: Stories of Love & Incest

Nearly two weeks later. Caroline looked through the bedroom window of the secluded home. Snow was falling, more than the news had predicted. She turned her attention back to her laptop. There wasn't much progress on the story. She knew the story she wanted to write, but she didn't know how to write it. It was like the words were struggling to be released.

She stared aimlessly at the word processor on her computer. An email came. It was from Jane:

Greetings,

We're in Germany now. About to catch a flight to Spain. How is everything? Are you enjoying the home? Any troubles? How is the story coming along? Let me know!

Jane

There were pictures attached to the email showing Jane's trip to Europe. The weather was in sharp contrast to the mild snow storm that Caroline was going through. Caroline picked up her phone and took pictures of the outside weather, and pictures of the nearly blank screen on the word processor.

She replied:

Hello,

I hope your trip to Europe is going well. It looks like a blast. Everything is going great here. Matt and I love this home. This is a wonderful place. The weather is a little rough, which means no snowboarding today. I've attached some pictures so you can see it. As for my story, I'm trying my best. Writing a book isn't as easy as I expected. But it's slowly coming along.

Thanks for checking in!

Caroline

The email was sent, and Caroline tried to get back to work writing her story. Once again, she was at a loss for words. There weren't any good ideas waiting to be written. 

Another email came:

I'm headed to the airport soon. If you need some inspiration for your book, try looking at some of the boxes in the basement. There's plenty of literature there. If you need some romantic inspiration, the adult kind, try looking at the top shelf in the closet of the main bedroom. Those are my private things. Our secret. : ) See you in a few weeks.

Let me know if there are any interesting updates...

Jane

After reading the email, Caroline suddenly became curious. She wondered what Jane meant by romantic inspirations. She was curious, and there was no point in sitting around wondering. She got up and headed towards the closet. She stood on a chair to search the top shelf and then she found a large box.

The box was slightly dusty. She put it on the floor and opened it.

To Caroline's surprise, the contents of the box seemed tame. There weren't any sex toys, pictures, or videos, as she had expected. Instead, there was a small stack of paperback books. Caroline sifted through the stack and noticed that all of the books were very old, and that they were all erotic stories. 

The last book in the pile caught Caroline's attention. The book looked old and worn out. It was very large. On the cover was a naked man & woman. It was entitled, Stories of Love & Incest.

She was slightly taken aback that a highly respected university dean would own a book of incest stories. It briefly crossed her mind that Jane had mentioned a "romantic" winter vacation with her husband and son. Maybe Jane had been reading too many dirty stories and got confused, Caroline thought.

After sifting through the pile, Caroline realized that none of the books would be useful to her. She wasn't planning to write a romance book, or erotica. She was attempting to write something classy and respectable. She put the books back inside of the box, and she placed it back on top of the shelf where it belonged.

***

Later that day. Caroline made hot chocolate and called her son for a mid-afternoon drink. She had spent most of the day trying to work on her book, and things were getting lonely. Matt came down the stairs soon after and joined his mother at the table.

"Looks like there won't be any snowboarding for a while," Caroline said. 

He took a sip of the drink. "Yeah, unfortunately. But there's still a ton of movies to watch on the home theater. And my video games look great on the flat screen here. So there's other fun stuff to do."

"I miss being young," she smiled. "Your enthusiasm is nice to watch. You're always doing fun things."

"No one is stopping you from having fun, mom. Every since we came here, you've been in your room most of the time working on your book. You should come out more. Enjoy the surroundings."

Caroline looked towards the window at the outside snow. "That won't be happening for a while. Not for the next few days according to the weather reports."

"Yeah, but you could still have fun around the house. We could watch a movie together later."

"That sounds nice. Maybe a good movie will help give me inspirations."

"You're really taking this book thing seriously," Matt noted. 

"I am. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at writing it."

Matt cracked a smile, "An English professor who isn't good at writing? Your class should be easy to pass."

"This is different," Carline replied with a faint smile. "I'm struggling with ideas. I know what I want to write about, I know the topics, but the words won't come out."

"Well, what do you want to write about? Maybe I can help."

"I'm writing about a woman who explores life in her later years. Right now I'm torn with how much romance to incorporate. I want to write a truthful story about women, but I don't want to alienate certain readers with sex."

"Sex sells," Matt replied. "You don't have to be an econ major to know that. Just look at today's market for books. Romance and dirty stories are the big things that women want to read right now. If you want my advice, you should put as much romance as you can. Otherwise no one is going to read it...except for me of course."

"That's probably good advice. But even if I want to use more romance, I have no idea how to write it."

"You want to be a writer, don't you?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, but this is different. I never intended on..."

Matt cut her off mid-sentence. "Then you better get some practice and do it. That's the only way to learn."

"I guess you're right," she conceded. "Jane has a stack of erotic literature in this home. I'll probably look at it later tonight for inspiration."

"Nice."

"Care to read some?"

"No thanks. I prefer to use...umm...nevermind."

Caroline smiled, "Don't bother answering that. I don't even want to know."

***

That night. After the dinner plates were cleaned, Caroline went straight to her room with a renewed vigor to write her novel. She sat on the floor with her laptop and wrote passionately about the character, drawing inspiration from her own life experiences, and from other women she knew.

It was the most she had written in a single sitting. Her creativity was on fire. She was on a roll. The lead character in her story was on a trip abroad, alone, when she met a man. 

Then, Caroline's creativity stopped.

Her imagination came to a complete halt, but she still wanted to write. Then she remembered Jane's erotic books.

Caroline went back to the closet, stood on a chair, and grabbed the box full of dirty stories. She put the books on the floor and sat down. There wasn't a strategy or a particular book she wanted to read. There wasn't time for that. She just wanted some ideas for how to set up an erotic scene.

She briefly flipped through each book in the stack. The books on top of the pile weren't very interesting from what she could tell. Some of the books didn't have much sex, or eroticism. The other books which had a lot of sex were poorly written.

Then Caroline reached the bottom of the stack and saw the book that intrigued her earlier, Stories of Love & Incest. 

She looked at the back of the book, and then the table of contents. Her assumption was confirmed. The book contained a variety of short incest stories by different authors. There were over 50 different stories. Glancing through the story descriptions and titles, she saw that the stories contained various combinations of incestuous relations. Some were father/daughter, others were brother/sister, or even sister/sister. The most common appeared to be mother/son stories.

It was an intriguing moment for her. Caroline wasn't a sexually naive person, and she never judged anybody for their fantasies or fetishes. But incest? It was a fetish which seemed hard to swallow. But nevertheless, she was curious about the stories. She was curious about the world of erotica & lust.

Caroline opened the book and briefly skimmed through a random story:

1) The first story was about a single father. He was a good man who did his best to raise a rebellious college-aged daughter. Things took a sexual turn when the father discovered that his daughter had considered doing porn. He confronted his daughter, and she confessed. She explained that she thought it was exciting, and that she needed a job. He hired her as his secretary, and she got paid. But she still needed sexual excitement in her life.

The story left Caroline feeling extremely uncomfortable, and strangely aroused. She knew plenty of single fathers. The thought of them having sexual relations with their daughters was disturbing, yet oddly stimulating. It was a dirty feeling she had never felt before.

She flipped to another random story:

2) The second story she read was about a brother & sister who were planning to attend different grad schools. They had always been best friends growing up. They were heartbroken and sad to leave each other. The night before the siblings were to depart from each other, they made an impromptu decision to meet by the lake at midnight, and to swim naked. From that point, things escalated.

What surprised Caroline the most about the two incest stories she had read was the emotional pull they had. The stories were well-written, and the sex scenes were incredibly well done. She was slowly understanding the appeal of family relations as a fantasy. It was the ultimate taboo.




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When she flipped the page to read another story, she stopped in her tracks when she realized it was a mother/son story. As a single mother living alone with her son, the story topic made her particularly uncomfortable. But she continued reading anyway.

3) The third story was about a prim & proper woman who struggled to balance her busy career as an attorney, with being a single mother to a rebellious college-aged son. After receiving a long awaited promotion, she realized that her work schedule was about to become a lot more chaotic. She knew she wouldn't have the time to deal with her son's antics anymore, so she made him a deal: She offered her son sexual favors in exchange for him behaving himself. Every weekend, she would go to his room and pleasure him. Their relationship blossomed from that point. 

Caroline took a deep breath. She read the story fast, and felt emotionally vested by the topic. She felt like the characters were almost real, and she wondered if such a story could even be possible.

She looked at the clock and it was already past 12:30 am. She had been reading nonstop for over 3 hours. Her vagina had become wet, and aching for attention, but her eyes could barely open. She had already spent her energy on reading and writing. There wasn't enough energy to masturbate, at least not in the way that she needed.

After placing the books on the desk near her laptop, she washed herself in the bathroom, turned off the lights, and went to bed with a newfound confidence in her storytelling abilities.

***

The next morning. Caroline did some writing immediately after waking up. Her hair was still a mess, and she was still in her nightgown. The erotic books she had read the night before served as powerful inspiration as she typed away on her laptop.

Afterwards, she took a long shower and gave herself the much needed sexual release using the smooth bottom of a hair brush inside of her vagina. She had an orgasm thinking of the semi-erotic scene she had just written for her novel.

When she finished, she went down the stairs in a sweater and sweat pants, and cooked a large breakfast. She knew the smell of fresh food being prepared would be enough to bring Matt to the kitchen. Nearly 10 minutes later, she heard his footsteps coming down the stairs.

"You look like a million bucks," she said sarcastically, noting his sloppy appearance.

"Thanks mom. So do you. You look way too happy for this kind of weather."

It almost made her laugh inside. The source of her glowing skin and vibrant morning appearance was the nice orgasm she had given herself earlier, but he'd never know. It wasn't his business.

"You're right on time. The food is ready."

Caroline got two plates, and filled them with hot food from the stove. She brought it to the table and got two cups, and filled them with fruit juice. They both sat down and began to eat.

"Did you work on your book?" he asked, in between eating. "You said you were going to read some stuff last night. How did that go?"

"It went well. Jane actually has a pretty interesting collection of literature. It opened my eyes to a lot of new things, which has really helped with my writing."

"Cool. Maybe I can read some of those books later."

Caroline nearly choked on her food. "Really? You've never been much of a reader."

"I used to have a shelf full of books remember?"

"Those were comic books and scary stories that I bought for you a long time ago. I've never seen you read literature unless it's part of your college curriculum."

"You seem kind of defensive over those stories," Matt said with a faint smile. "They must be some pretty provocative stuff."

"Not really," she replied in a coy tone. "I need those books with me. You know, in case I need more samples to look at while I'm working on my story."

"Fair enough," Matt nodded before returning his attention back to the food.

***

After breakfast, Caroline went back to work on her novel. She typed a few paragraphs, but found her mind wandering back to the collection of incest stories. She stopped what she was doing and picked up Stories of Love & Incest to look at the cover. The cover was beautiful. The drawing of a naked man and woman was artistic and bold. 

Her eyes skimmed through the table of contents. Each story specified what type of incest it was. Caroline found herself drawn to the mother/son titles. They were much more taboo, provocative, and relatable to her. 

Caroline noticed that one of the mother/son stories listed in the table of contents was underlined with a pen. There was also a small asterisk next to it. Whoever marked that story probably had good reason. 

She flipped to the story page and began to read:

4) The story was entitled, The Winter of Ecstasy & Pleasure. It was about a mother who lived in a rural area with her college-aged son. A rare blizzard came which forced all residence to stay indoors for several days. All of the residence were well prepared with food and water. The power went out during the snow storm. For the next few days, the mother and son used their time to connect in a way that they had never done before. They had always been close, but they found themselves bonding emotionally. The mother revealed intimate details about herself, and so did the son. On a freezing cold night, the mother climbed into her son's bed and held him tightly for warmth. It was the beginning of a sexual relationship, and the beginning of their new lives together.

An hour later, Caroline breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the story. It was touching, warm, and extremely erotic. Most of all, it was relatable. She felt like the main character of the story. Caroline's relationship with her son was the same as the characters in the story. Yet, the female character in the story eventually found her way into her son's bed.

Caroline found herself wondering how a decent person could actually commit incest. She was aroused. Her panties were wet. Her heart rate had risen. Her body became warmer after reading the story.

On her desk was a picture of her and Matt. He was handsome. He looked almost like his father, and he had many of the same personality traits. 

She leaned back in her chair and slid her right hand down her sweat pants. Her hand went underneath her panties and she began to touch herself sexually. She had already came earlier that morning, but she was in desperate need for more relief. For the very first time in her life, she fantasized about her son. She kept her eyes open and looked at Matt's picture on the desk. 

Caroline imagined herself in the same position as the female character in the story. She imagined sliding into bed with Matt at night, feeling his athletic body. She imagined the reaction on his face, the look of pure shock. Then she imagined her head going down under his blanket to look for his penis. Then she imagined sucking his cock. 

She came.

An orgasm ripped through her body the moment she imagined her lips touching her grown son's hard penis. It was a disturbing thought, which she found oddly arousing. She regained her senses, breathed heavily, and wondered what she had just done. My little secret, she thought.

When she recovered from the orgasm, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and she used a wet paper towel to wipe the orgasm between her legs. She also needed to change her panties.

She went back to her laptop and tried working on her story once again. She couldn't. All she could think about was the new fantasy with her son. It was a jarring and heart shaking thought. How could I think of such a thing? With my own son? Why did I enjoy it so much?

Once again, she had to remind herself that it was her secret. No one would ever know. 

Part 3 of 4: The Winter of Ecstasy & Pleasure

One week later. After waking up early in the morning, Caroline went back to work on her story. Her hair was still a mess, and she was still wearing the nightgown she slept in.

The novel she was writing had nice progress to it. She developed a routine, where every time got stuck, she would read some of Jane's erotic stories. Especially the incest stories. At that moment, she thought of Jane. She still couldn't believe that a successful & influential person would even own such a book. She wanted to see if she could find out more.

She opened her email account:

Dear Jane,

I hope your trip to Europe is going well. Things are fine here in the home. There was a snow storm last week. Things cleared up for a while, and Matt & I were able to snowboard outside again. But, there's another snow storm right now.

Anyway, I'm writing to let you know that everything is going great. Matt and I are very happy. Thank you for letting us stay here. And thank you for letting me borrow your erotic literature. They have been REALLY helpful to the story that I'm trying to write. 

Talk to you soon,

Caroline

After the email was sent, she went back to work on her novel, typing away on her laptop. 

The house phone suddenly rang. It rang in the bedroom. It never rang before. It was an old land line phone with no caller id, but she knew it was her friend.

Caroline picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Caroline, good morning. It's early morning right?" Jane asked.

"7:49 in the morning to be exact. It's good to hear from you again. What time is it over there?"

"You don't want to know. I was checking my email and I saw your message, so I decided to give you a long distance call."

"A call from you is always welcome," Caroline replied. "Everything is going great."

"I saw the weather forecast online. There's another snow storm already?"

"Yeah, it's pretty bad already. We're stuck in the house again"

"That's unfortunate," Jane replied. "It usually doesn't snow that much in December."

"It's okay. I don't mind. I'm indoors most of the time anyway."

"I'm sure Matt minds, doesn't he?"

"He can get pretty annoyed if he's stuck in the house all day. But he loves using your home theater and the rest of your nifty electronics."

"Good. I'm glad. And I'm glad to hear your story is going well."

"It really is," Caroline replied. "Your box of adult literature has really helped me with inspirations."

"Any favorites?"

Caroline thought for a moment. "The large book on the bottom of the pile. The one with the man & woman on the cover. I think that one is my favorite."

"Oh really?"

Caroline could almost feel her friend grinning on the other end of the phone line.

"It's certainly a provocative book," Caroline replied, trying to sound indifferent about it. 

"What did you like about it? Tell me?"

"I liked the writing, the dialogue. I also thought the suspense and sex scenes were very well written. That really gave me a lot of inspiration."

"What about the incest aspect of it," Jane asked bluntly.

"What about it?"

"Did you enjoy reading about family members having sex?"

"It was interesting," Caroline replied calmly. "I've never read anything like that before. It was unusual, but I can understand why people enjoy reading it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I suppose I did."

"You're being evasive," Jane replied. "You can tell me the truth. Obviously I'm not in a position to judge you. It's my favorite book. No one knows about it, except for you and my husband."

Caroline took a deep breath. "The book was eye opening for me. Honestly, I thought it was weird that you would have something like that. But I was curious, so I read some of it. Frankly, I really liked it. I don't know what else to say."

"Any particular preference? Do you like the father/daughter stories, or the mother/son?"

"I've read a couple stories so far. They were all nice."

"Did you read the story that I underlined in the table of contents?" Jane asked.

"Are you talking about The Winter of Ecstasy & Pleasure? I read it last week. It was...interesting. The writing was very good. I'm surprised I enjoyed it so much." 

"Be honest with me Caroline, we've been best friends since high school. Tell me the truth. Did you fantasize about Matt after reading that story?"

"Why would you ask me that?"

"Because after reading that story, it changed my life for the better," Jane replied.

"How?"

"Answer the question first."

Caroline paused for a moment. "I fantasized about him a few times after reading that story."

"Can you keep a secret of mine? An extremely personal one. I'm willing to tell you because I want you to experience the same joys in life, and because I trust you."

"Of course I can keep a secret," Caroline said. "I promise."

"Check the bedroom closet again. Look on the floor. One of the floor boards is loose. If you look underneath, you'll find my secret life. Don't worry, my husband knows. He loves it. I want you to experience the same thing."

"I'll have a look. I won't tell anyone about it."

"Good. I have to go now."

"Thank you for everything," Caroline replied. "It was nice hearing from you again."

"There's no need to thank me. You're doing me a favor. Bye."

"Bye."

The conversation ended and Caroline hung up the phone. It was the most bizarre conversation of her life. Not only did she reveal her most intimate secret, she learned that Jane had a major secret as well.

Caroline went to the closet and looked at the floor for a loose board. It was difficult to find, but she found it. She managed to lift the board using a screwdriver. She reached inside the open floor and picked up a small box. She went back to the center of the bedroom where there was plenty of light, and she sat down on the floor to examine the box.

When she opened the box, she saw another book. It was old and wrinkled. It was an instructional for sex. She flipped through the pages of the book and saw all of the different ways seduction could occur. There was a variety of pictures showing different sexual positions, and how they should be done. There was also different techniques for oral sex.

She continued searching the box and she found a large photo album. She looked inside. It had recent pictures of Jane, her husband, and her college-aged son. The pictures were all taken at the winter home. The pictures were all innocent. The more Caroline flipped through the pages, the more scandalous the pictures started to look.

Caroline's heart nearly stopped when she began to see naked pictures of Jane's middle aged body in the photos. She was posing nude in the bedroom, and around the house. 

Caroline gasped when she saw naked pictures of Jane's son.

The final shock came when Carline turned the page and saw pictures of Jane performing oral sex on her son. There were several explicit pictures of the oral encounter. Then there were several pictures of Jane and her son having sex in the main bedroom, on the bed which Caroline had been sleeping in at night.

She slammed the photo album shut. She couldn't look anymore. Her stomach was in knots and her mind was spinning. Questions arose. How could my best friend do such a thing? That's not the person I know!

Despite the shock, there was a burning feeling in her pussy which refused to go away. It was aching, and it was yearning to be satisfied. After a few minutes of being in awe, she finally gave in to the desires and she reached inside her gown to rub her pussy. It wasn't enough.

She leaned her back against the bed while she was sitting on the floor. She opened the photo album again. She looked at the pictures of Jane naked, looking like a complete slut. She flipped the pages again, and looked at the pictures of Jane sucking her son's cock.

She came.

***

The next day. It was another day of home isolation. The cold winter weather continued. There was no chance of going outside. 

Caroline wore her exercise outfit in the middle of the afternoon and headed towards the home gym. Matt was already there using an exercise bike. He was nearly covered in sweat. They smiled at each other. It was awkward for Caroline to stretch & warm up in front of him, but there wasn't much choice. When she was ready, she got on an exercise bike next to him. 

"How many miles have you done so far?" she asked.

"About 4."

Caroline started to move her feet on the exercise machine.

"Impressive. Good for you. I'll be lucky to do half of that."

"That's because you're always in your room," Matt replied. "You hardly move."

"You're right. My hips and thighs are really starting to show it. I've probably gained at least 5 pounds since we've been here."

"Well, let's take care of that. Come on, mom. Let's go faster!"

Matt moved his feet swiftly on the exercise bike. The bike was being pushed to its limit, and Caroline struggled to keep up.

"I can't!" she replied, picking up some speed. 

"Of course you can! Faster! Get those legs in shape!"

The sweat poured off Matt's face as he went full speed on the bike. Caroline tried her best to keep up with her son's pace and encouragement. She rode the exercise bike as hard as she could. Sweat poured from her forehead. After several grueling minutes of an intense workout, her body showed its age and her legs came to a full stop. 

She groaned as she got off the bike to lay on the floor. Her legs were curled. Matt got off his bike and immediately went down to help her. He put his hands on her legs, unsure of what to do.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

Caroline held her thighs tightly. "My legs are killing me. I'll be fine though."

"Sorry. I was only joking around."

"Help me up."

"I think you better stay on the floor for a while," Matt replied. "It looks like you have a cramp or something."

Caroline stayed on the floor. "It's going away. I'll be fine soon. I haven't exercised like that in a long time."

"You'll probably be really sore tomorrow."

"At my age, I'll be sore for a week."

Matt looked towards the other room. "Why don't we use the hot tub? It'll help with the soreness. Plus I owe you a massage." 

"You certainly do," she joked.

He helped Caroline to her feet and they walked to the hot tub. He turned on the heating system and activated the tub. Caroline took off her shoes & socks. Then she sat down on the edge of the hot tub and put her legs in the warm water.

After a moment of relaxing, Matt reached down to massage his mother's legs.

"You shouldn't," she said. "I was just joking. I don't need a massage. I'll be fine."

"It's okay. It's my fault you hurt yourself."

Matt squeezed her legs with his strong hands. He reached in the water and massaged her sore calves, making her even more relaxed.

"That feels nice. It's been a long time since I've had a massage. I didn't know your hands were so talented."

"We learned about this in some of my sports science classes. Just relax."

Caroline wanted to moan each time her son squeezed her aching legs. She closed her eyes, and her mind started to drift before she brought herself back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked at her handsome son.

"I really need to workout more," Caroline noted. "I used to be in great shape when I was your age."

"What's stopping you?"

She thought for a moment. "I work too much. It's all I ever do. Nowadays the only thing I do is work on my book."

"You don't have to write the whole thing now, you know. I don't get why you're rushing so much. Most authors take months or years to write a novel."

"I know. But it just feels like something I have to do. That's what writing a story feels like. It feels like an obligation to yourself to get the words & ideas out."

Matt continued massaging his mother's legs. His hands moved up and down.

"So I guess your story is coming along well," he said.

"Better than I expected. I've actually learned a lot about myself in the process."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"




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"Believe me, you don't want to know," she smiled. "But it's been keeping me busy."

Matt continued the massage. "I think I know what it is."

"You do?" Caroline replied, raising her eyebrow. 

"It has to do with those erotic stories you've been reading, right?"

"What makes you say that?"

Matt smiled, "I know a lot about women. You mentioned before that you wanted to add romance to your story, and that you've been reading Jane's erotic books. Since then, you've had a glow on your face whenever I see you around the house. You look like a satisfied woman. It's subtle, but I can tell. I'm guessing you have a newfound interest in light romance stories."

"I didn't realize that you were an expert on middle-aged women."

"I'm an expert in all sorts of women," he smiled again, with his hands massaging tighter.

"If you only knew..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, you have no idea what you're talking about," Caroline replied. "Women are much more complicated than you think."

Matt continued massaging his mother's legs. The look on his face showed an intrigue towards his mother's cryptic comments.

"Why don't you enlighten me about women then?" he asked. "Now you've got me interested."

Caroline thought for a moment. "Well, what I'm saying is, don't be surprised if women have the same dirty fantasies that men have."

"Does that include you?" he asked cautiously.

"Maybe it does."

Matt's hands suddenly stopped massaging. He moved his hands away because they were completely exhausted from the long massage.

"My hands are done," he said. "I can barely make a grip anymore. I hope you enjoyed that massage."

"I did. It was pleasurable. And arousing," she said with a friendly wink.

Matt looked taken aback. "That's an interesting choice of words."

"If you're interested in what I've been doing lately, I've been reading incest stories in my bedroom. A lot of them. Some of them are romantic, some aren't. All of them have steamy sex scenes which really get me going. It shocked me at first, but now I love it. I guess it's a new fetish of mine."

Matt's jaw nearly dropped hearing his mother's revelation. Caroline smiled at her son's priceless reaction.

"You...uh...that's interesting..." Matt stuttered. 

"Have you ever had those fantasies? I did some research online. Apparently it's common for men."

He looked down briefly, "I guess I have. A long time ago."

"Really?" she asked curiously.

"I guess."

"Anything in particular?"

He suddenly looked embarrassed. "Not really."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Matt. These are perfectly normal feelings. We shouldn't judge each other for something like this."

"You're right mom."

"I need a long shower. Thank you for the massage."

Caroline got out of the hot tub with water from her legs dripping everywhere. She gave her son a simple kiss on the cheek, and they briefly looked each other in the eyes. She turned around and grabbed a nearby towel to help dry the lower half of her body, and then she left.

Part 4 of 4: Between Mothers & Sons

That night. There had been a power outage earlier. It was the first time that they had no electricity since the trip began. They ate dinner using candle light and a few lamps. The temperature of the house was slowly beginning to drop, especially with the snow storm outside. They wore thicker clothes to keep warm. 

Caroline's room was lit by candle light and a lamp. She tried working on her story by using a battery pack to power her laptop. As always, she had the set of erotic stories next to her. She picked up the sex manual and looked at it. Then she wondered if Jane had used those same techniques on her son. 

Caroline flipped through Jane's photo album again. It looked like Jane used the sexual techniques from the book on her son. It was appalling, yet irresistible. It was unholy, yet it looked so right. How could my best friend do such a thing?

Her eyes studied the different pictures. She lost track of how many times she had looked at them. The sight of actual incest was shocking. It always made her moisten between the legs to look at the pictures. She looked at the sex manual a few more times, and then she tried to go back to work.

***

10:43 that night. The house had gotten colder by the hour. She heard Matt's footsteps down the hall as he used the bathroom and went to his bedroom. She heard him closing the door. Caroline's eyes were sore and she decided to prepare for bed as well. 

She brought the lamp to her bathroom and washed herself with cold water. She removed her clothes and examined her naked body with only the lamplight. Her body was starting to look old, and it was starting to sag, especially around her breasts and rear end. But she still looked desirable. Then she put on her nightgown. 

An impulse flowed through Caroline's body. It was a cold night and she needed someone to hold. It had been a very long time since she had been in a relationship. She hadn't been romantic in months. It almost made her laugh to think that she was just like the female character in The Winter of Ecstasy and Pleasure. Then it made her aroused to think that she could commit incest like the lead character.

She lifted the front part of her nightgown and looked at her pussy in the mirror. It was wet, and in desperate need of male attention. Caroline looked at her face in the mirror. She was pretty. And she was lonely. 

***

Caroline took the lamp and left the bathroom. She walked down the hall towards Matt's room. There was no light under the door, which meant that he was trying to sleep. She knocked lightly on the door, knowing that Matt hadn't fallen asleep yet. Matt told her to come in.

When Caroline entered the dark bedroom, she saw her son faintly with the lamplight. He was under his thick blanket, and it looked like he had just finished adjusting his clothes. There was a box of tissue next to his bed. She had an idea of what he was doing, but she wasn't sure.

"Do you need something?" he asked from his bed.

"My room is freezing. I was lonely. Do you mind if I sleep in your bed tonight?"

Through the darkness, she saw the look of hesitation on his face.

"Sure mom. If you want..."

Caroline walked towards her son's bed and placed the lamp on the nearby counter. She got underneath his thick blanket and laid next to him.

"Thank you. You're so sweet."

"No problem."

"And your blanket is so warm," she noted. "I should have done this sooner."

"Yeah."

The lamp light was still on, and Caroline snuggled in the warm bed next to her son. Her hands moved around as she got comfortable, and she felt an empty piece of tissue underneath the blanket. She picked it up and held it under the light.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Nothing. I have allergies sometimes."

"Were you, you know, touching yourself?"

"No," he said defensively. "Of course not."

She gave him a motherly look. "Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural. Especially for a young man your age."

"I guess I was," he reluctantly admitted. "How was I supposed to know that you were going to be coming to my room?"

"Sorry for the intrusion."

"It's okay. It's a little embarrassing, but I'll live."

Caroline smiled at him in the near darkness. "So, what were you thinking about? Anything good?"

"Now you're just trying to give me a hard time."

"I thought you were doing that before I got here?" she quipped.

"Very funny."

"Were you thinking about me?" she asked. "Were you thinking about massaging my legs earlier? It's okay if you were. I'm just curious."

"Would you be mad if I was?"

"Of course not."

"You have nice legs mom," he replied vaguely.

Caroline reached under the blanket and touched her son's hand, caressing it softly.

"You have nice hands."

"What are we doing right now?'

"It's a freezing cold night," she said. "I'm lonely. I haven't been with a man in a very long time. For the past week, I've been masturbating furiously to incest stories. I've also been studying a sex manual, which I'm eager to try. If you're interested, we can explore new things together. If not, I understand."

"I never thought you would offer."

Caroline held his hand tighter, and she leaned towards him to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. Then she moved her head down, underneath the large blanket. She kept the blanket over her head as she lowered her body. She moved on top of Matt's body. 

She reached inside of his boxers and touched his penis, which was semi erect. She couldn't see it because of the darkness, being underneath the blanket. But her hands rubbed in gently, and she imagined what it looked like. She gave it a kiss on the head. She could feel that Matt was nervous based on his slight squirming in bed. She was nervous too. Caroline gave the head of the penis another soft kiss. Then a lick. The tip of her lounge briefly swirled around the head of his penis. She gave the hard shaft a nice lick. She savored every lick. She loved making him squirm. 

With the raging hard cock still in her hand, she remembered all of the oral sex tips she had read in the sex manual. She opened her mouth and took the head of the hard cock inside. She wrapped her lips tightly around her son, and then she sucked. Her mouth lowered inch-by-inch. She kept in mind every piece of advice from the manual. It was Caroline's first time with her son, and she wanted to make sure it was special.

Her left hand held the base of his cock. The other hand rubbed the shaft in an up-and-down motion. Caroline remembered all of the oral sex tips she had been reading. She touched all of his pleasure spots with her tongue, lips, and hand. She moaned with the hard cock in her mouth, knowing that men liked the humming feeling.

"Oh god...mom..."

Hearing Matt groan sent a jolt down her spine while she continued sucking. It was a stark reminder of the act of incest she was committing, the ultimate taboo. Oh god...my own son...

Instead of backing away, she only sucked harder, and bobbed her head faster. She had never been so aroused in her entire life. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. Between her legs was a small river of vaginal fluids. Caroline continued sucking her son's cock, and she felt all of the tell-tale signs of an impending male orgasm. 

She wanted to make him cum. She desperately wanted to taste his cum. But then she realized that it was their first time together, and it had to be special, just like in all of the incest stories she had been reading. 

Caroline released her son's cock from her lips and sat upright on his thighs. She pushed the blanket away and Matt was able to see her. They made eye contact while she was wearing her nightgown, and Matt's hard cock was still exposed.

"How do you feel?" she asked. "Are we going too far? Did I cross the line?"

"No. God no. Mom, I'm aching so hard that it hurts."

"Do you need me to take care of it for you?"

"More than anything."

"Good. I desperately need release too."

Caroline grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it overhead. She tossed it to the floor, leaving her completely naked on top of her son. In was the most vulnerable she had ever felt in her life. She watched Matt's eyes roam over her naked body. The lamp light was more than enough for Matt to have a good look at her nudity. Her sagging, average sized breasts were completely exposed. Her large brown nipples hardened. Her bush was on full display. It made her wet beyond belief seeing Matt desire her so much. She massaged her breasts and played with her hard nipples to make him even more aroused.

Once they got used to the nudity, she used her fingers to hold her son's hard cock straight up. She positioned herself over the hard cock, and she slowly lowered her body. They made eye contact the entire time. They never looked away from each other, even as the tip of his erection touched her labia. She lowered herself even further, allowing the hard cock to penetrate her pussy. She moaned softly. She lowered herself even further, allowing the cock to enter her, inch-by-inch, until it was all the way inside. Caroline's body sat down on her son's crotch, with his hard cock buried in her. 

"You feel so good in me," she groaned. "We're a perfect match."

Before he could reply, Caroline clenched her vaginal muscles, just as she had read in the manual, which caused her son to gasp out loud. She continued to clench her vaginal muscles as hard as she could, and she slowly released the grip so they could have sex.

As her body adjusted to his cock size, Caroline reached underneath her son's tshirt to rub his stomach. Her hands moved upwards and she caressed his bare chest. Matt returned the favor, reaching up to fondle his mother's breasts, squeezing them, and playing with her hard brown nipples. 

Caroline's body began to move in a sexual motion. She slowly rode her son's cock, wondering if it was reality. Looking into her son's eyes let her know that it wasn't a dream. Feeling his cock in her hot pussy let her know that it was real.

"Oh god...mom. Just like that," Matt groaned.

Hearing him call her 'mom' only added to the pleasure. It was the ultimate taboo, and she was committing it with him. It was an unholy coupling, and she was loving every second. Her pussy became even more soaked. She rode him harder, and she squeezed his chest harder too.

"Call me 'mom' again," she said with lust in her voice. "Call me your mother again."

"Fuck me mom. Fuck me mom."

The taboo felt surreal as Caroline continued to ride her son's cock. It was just like the incest stories she had been fantasizing about, only it had become reality. She felt like she was living a sexual dream. She screamed out loud as she continued to ride him. They continued making eye contact. They continued rubbing each others bodies. Matt's hands continued squeezing his mother's tits.

Caroline clenched her vaginal muscles once again. The grip was tight. The reaction on Matt's face let her know that it was working. She looked him in the eyes and saw his expression of complete disbelief. She continued clenching her vaginal muscles while riding him, and soon his body arched and his mouth widened. 

He shot a load of cum inside of his mother's pussy. Caroline felt his ejaculation, and she could tell from his body movement that he was in a state of massive orgasm. She continued clenching her pussy while riding him, milking him for everything he had.

Before long, and intense burning feeling developed between Caroline's legs. Her pussy was on fire. She rubbed her clit furiously. She came along with her son, while she fingered herself. They orgasmed together. Her back arched violently. Her vaginal and leg muscles contracted. She screamed at the top of her lungs from the powerful orgasmic feeling. They were in a secluded area, so she didn't care how loud she was. She continued screaming and shouting as they came.

When it was over, Caroline collapsed on top of her son. The bed sheet was soaked with both of their orgasmic fluids. They breathed heavily against each other. Sweat had formed on their bodies despite the cold temperate. Caroline showed signs of consciousness again, and she expressed her gratitude by giving Matt a gentle kiss on the lips, then another. Then they gave each other a passionate wet tongue kiss.

"I love you," she said. "I always have. And I always will."

"I know," Matt replied, giving her another kiss on the lips.

They held each other that night. They kept each other warm in the cold weather. When they awoke, they continued their love making.

Epilogue:

Mid January. Caroline was in her office on the college campus. It was late in the afternoon and she had already finished teaching her first course of the semester. With the extra time she had, Caroline continued working on her novel.

Thirty minutes passed, and footsteps came from down the hall. Caroline looked up to see Jane standing in the doorway. 

"Always the hard worker I see," Jane playfully noted.

Caroline playfully shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a hard worker."

"No one can deny that. You've won Professor of the Year plenty of times. But you look far too involved on that computer to be sending emails to students, or to be working on new curriculum. I'm assuming you're working on that novel."

"Nice guess."

"How is it coming along?" Jane asked.

"Nicely. I've contacted a few publishing agents about what I've written so far. I haven't heard anything back yet. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed."

"You're a good writer. I'm sure you'll get a solid deal."

"Thanks," Caroline replied. "And thanks again for letting me use your winter home. It was so much fun. I had such a great time."

Jane smiled, "Don't mention it. I should be going now. I'll leave you with your story."

"I want to show you something first," Caroline said, reaching for her phone to access her pictures.

After quickly browsing through her pictures, Caroline thought to herself for a moment. 

"Nevermind, I guess I don't have it with me," Caroline lied. "Maybe I'll show you another time."

"I'm looking forward to it. I think I know what the pictures are. You're not comfortable talking about it yet. Maybe we can meet for lunch later this week to discuss it. We can share stories from our winter vacations."

"I'd like that," Caroline smiled. "That sounds wonderful."

"Great. I'll email you later tonight for arrangements. Bye."

"Bye."

After Jane left, Caroline turned her attention back to the pictures on her phone. They were nude selfies she had taken with Matt. The nude pictures were taken in different rooms of the winter home. Most of the pictures were of them kissing. Other pictures were more explicit, with images of Caroline performing oral sex on Matt. There were also pictures of them having sex.

Caroline closed her computer and headed home. Her pussy was becoming wetter by the moment. She desperately needed her son's attention. 

The End

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Caretakers - Daddy's Mistress



Daddy had a mistress. 

It was hard for Sharon to believe, even knowing that her parents had slept in separate room for years. Even before her mom's illness she had never seen them be an overtly affectionate couple. Her dad worked and took care of them, and mom stayed home and got more and more depressed. She had been relieved to move out; the constant tension in the house had been more than she could stand. 

Then the stroke had hit mom and Sharon had come home. She didn't regret her decision, her parents needed her, but it was still hard to see her mother almost completely bed-bound, and her father looking constantly exhausted and turned inward. She knew he wasn't trying to ignore her, it was just all he could do to keep going. Still, it hurt.

Now there was this. Sharon didn't know how to feel about it. On one hand, he was cheating on her mother. On the other hand, there was a change in him she had never seen before and it was incredible to watch. 

The change in him had come about three weeks previously. Things had been awkward for the weeks before that - since The Event. It had take on capital letters in her mind, since she didn't really like to actually form the words "I caught my father masturbating." The whole thing had just been too disturbing. To slip into his room and see him stroking himself like that had been embarrassing. Then he had opened his eyes and looked at her -- he had even said her name -- and she had just stood there and watched as he came in his hand with a ferocity that seemed like it should have broken bones. 

The whole thing had made her feel weird. She was embarrassed - horrified -- and yet sometimes in the dark the visual would return to her and she would get that warm feeling that made her even more uncomfortable. 

So they hadn't talked about it. They were both too caught up in their own mortification to say out loud what they were thinking; so they hadn't talked about anything for weeks. Unless it was to ask for help moving mom, or let him know she was heading for work, they exchanged nothing but empty pleasantries. She took to avoiding him when she could, which meant she had become very aware of where he was at all times, and things only got tenser.

Then, about three weeks ago, Daddy had come home late. The change in him had been immediately noticeable. He was smiling -- really smiling -- for the first time since the stroke. He had given her a quick hug, and she was so startled that she hadn't even realized what was happening until it was over. He had chatted with her amicably over breakfast while she tried not to lose the toast out of her mouth as it tried repeatedly to drop open. 

His mood had been better ever since. She guessed he must be getting together with the mystery woman about once a week, since it was almost every Saturday that he came home late and was especially cheerful. It might have been more though, because he occasionally began leaving early in the evenings too. 

It was the not knowing for sure that began to get to her. She was pretty sure her dad was having an affair. She thought that had to be the reason for his good mood. But what if it was something else -- something worse? Or what if there was something about the woman that might hurt her mom worse than this? What if he left her mom? What would they do then?

Slowly, the questions began to drive her nuts. And subtly, other questions began to sneak themselves in. What was she like, this woman sleeping with her Daddy? Was she pretty? What did they do? The memories of The Event began flashing back stronger and more frequently and began to fall asleep with the sound of her father's voice in her ears, calling out her name.

Did he call out this other woman's name?

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. She had to know. The following Saturday she handed her friend Betsy the house keys and instructions on what to do if her mother woke up. It was early yet, so mom shouldn't be awake for hours. Sliding behind the wheel of her old beat up rust-bucket, she wondered if she was really going to do this. She could just as easily go grocery shopping and come home as if she had never thought up this insane scheme. Sighing, she decided it was too late for sanity, and turned the key.

She drove to her father's work and spotted his car immediately. She had dropped things off for him in the past, so she knew where he parked. 

Finding a spot on the other side of the lot, she made sure she could see both the exit and his car, curled her hands around her coffee cup and waited. 

At exactly 7:30, the door opened and a flood of night-shift employees made their way to the parking lot, laughing together in clumps of twos and threes. They waved cheerfully as they parted ways, heading for their various cars and obviously delighted to be going out the door. 

Her father was easy to spot. He sauntered in that oh-so-familiar way, a distinct difference from the quicker paces of the other employees. At his side strolled a short, curvy woman with dark hair and she was smiling at him and talked animatedly about something. He was nodding in response to whatever she was saying, but his hands were in his pockets and his eyes were on the ground.

The woman walked her father to his car and they stood chatting for several minutes. Was this her? She was certainly pretty in a Venus kind of way. Mom was curvy too, so apparently that was her father's type. 

Finally, the woman turned and began to head in Sharon's direction. She had to resist the urge to duck down, knowing that it would just grab attention. There was no way this woman knew what she looked like anyways. The brunette passed her and reached for the door handle of a nearby Honda.

It couldn't be her. Holy shit she's nearly my age!

Just then, her phone rang. Her heartbeat picked up and she picked it up, hoping it wasn't Betsy to tell her there was something wrong. Instead, her dad's ID showed on the screen.

"Hey babygirl."

"Hi Daddy."

"Everything okay at the house?"

"Ya, mom's still sleeping."

"Okay, she should be out for awhile. I need to go pick up a few things so I'll be late coming home today, okay? Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm okay dad. Thanks"

"No problem baby girl. Call if you need me, okay?"

"Okay Daddy, see you soon."

Sharon felt a flush of shame at her deception as she hung up. She saw her father's break lights come on and shifted her car into drive. If this turned out to be nothing, if her dad headed for the grocery store, she was going to feel like crap.

For the first twenty minutes of the drive, the growing sensation that she had risked her mother's care for nothing was suffocating. Them just as she was deciding to make the turn and beat her father home, he took a left when she should have gone right.

In moments he was pulling up in front of a huge Victorian style house. Sharon recognized the car already there immediately. It was the blue-grey Honda she had seen the brunette getting into. She cruised past, breathed a sigh of relief that she drove such a common-looking car and found a parking space on the street several houses down. Turning the car off, she decided that it would be easy from there to watch them in her rearview mirror. 

Her father slid out of the car like a man much younger than his 64 years. He met the brunette halfway between the cars and the kiss they shared was so passionate it almost took Sharon's breath away as she sat in the now-still car. Her breath began to show in the rapidly dropping temperature and she hunched her shoulders together as she watched them pull back and stare at each other for a long while.

Holy shit, this wasn't just an affair. She thought her dad might be in love. Why else look at a woman like that? 

She felt the traces of something unpleasant and mean slide through her gut. It was joined almost immediately by the fear that had plagued her on and off for the last few weeks. What if he left her mother? What if he left HER?

As the happy couple walked up the stairs and into the front door, Sharon's mind began to race. She couldn't help but start imagining her father gone, forever lost to the arms of this woman. She imagined struggling to care of her mother on her own. She imagined her mother dying and herself alone. She knew that, logically, her father just wasn't like that. If he had been he would have left long before now, but logic had no seat in the cold, empty car with her. Instead, that mean feeling that she refused to acknowledge as jealousy sank into the passengers' seat and began to whisper. 

She had planned on simply following Daddy and finding out for sure what he did during his Saturday mornings. She had her proof now and she could do whatever she liked with it. However, now that she had seen them together, the nasty meanness in her wanted more. 

It was my name he said you bitch.

She banished the thought immediately, but the feeling remained. Before she knew quite what she was going she was headed for the front door. 

I'll ring the bell and tell him to get home where he belongs.

She reached the top of the steps and hesitated before the door, hand over the bell. She couldn't ring it. Instead, she found herself trying the knob, and it turned easily under her shaking fingers. Pushing the door open, she looked into an entryway, lined with coats and shoes. She could hear the soft tread of footsteps and giggling coming from above her and see the corner of a staircase just inside the main house.

Sharon realized that this must be some sort of communal living house. Anyone with the money to own a place like this certainly wouldn't be working in the hospital, and the number of boots on the floor suggested a lot of people taking their shoes of before going any further. 

Her glance fell on a pair of worn black sneakers that she recognized, and she felt a little sick. She took two steps inside the house, gaze fixed on those sneakers, and shut the door behind her. She could still hear whispered voices above her, so either they had paused on the second floor, or the woman's room was there. 

The question was answered when she heard another door open and the sound of more steps being climbed. Slipping her own shoes off, Sharon silent ascended the first set just in time to see legs disappearing up the stairs and the second door in the hallway closing behind them.

She paused in the hallway, resting her hand on the door and tried to think. No one knew she was here yet; she could still just walk away. She lingered, half-hoping for someone in one of the other rooms to make a noise, frighten her out of this weird, half-daze she was in and give her a reason to go running home. Instead, she heard above her the first sounds of pleasure coming from the third floor, and she opened the door.

She climbed these stairs even more quietly than the first. Not sure what she would find, she came to the top of the stairway and found herself in a large loft apartment. She was obviously in the living room area from the cheap brown couch against the wall and the computer tucked into the corner. Turning, she could see a curtained-off area, obviously leading to the bedroom space. 

There was a window on that side of the loft, and the sun was shining through it, casting the silhouette of two figures onto the curtain that should have protected them from view. The shadows clung together, mouths joined and she could hear the mouth of a woman whimpering under her father's lips. 

"Oh God, Stacey I've missed you." Her father's low voice rolled across the loft when they stopped for air, and Sharon's breath caught, sure he must be able to hear her heartbeat if she could hear him so clearly.

Daddy's mind was on other things however, and Sharon could only watch as her father's shadow unbuttoned the woman's -- Stacey's-shirt and dropped it to the floor. His hands unfastened her bra and stroked her breasts and Stacey's cries came through even more clearly than Daddy's voice had. 

Sharon shook her head, trying to lose the vision before her and leave while she still could, but her feet seemed to have a mind of their own and an odd tingling was developing over her own skin as she listened to the sound of her father making love. 

"Stop, oh God Mark, stop for a minute. I can't stand it." The woman's voice shook under the assault of Daddy's hands and his low laugh sent a shudder through Sharon as it made Stacey moan again. She pulled away from him, her shadow so defined against the curtain that Sharon could see her erect nipples as if they had been right in front of her. She wondered what they felt like under her father's hands. What had he done to make this woman so aroused so quickly?

Without quite realizing what she was doing, Sharon's hands rose to her own chest, and she began to stroke her nipples through her shirt as she continued to watch. 

The silhouettes continued their love dance, Stacey quickly rid her lover of his shirt, and then his jeans. Sharon almost gasped out loud as she saw her father's cock spring into view. She would have run then, but she was too afraid of making noise, and too startled by the sheer size of it. Yes, she had seen it briefly that one time, but she had been too embarrassed at the time to get a clear picture of how big it was. 

Her father's mistress knelt in front of him and took him in her mouth. Sharon realized her impression of size wasn't exaggerated, because it was obvious Stacey couldn't even fit him halfway into her mouth. Daddy's hands were on the woman's hair, and he was rocking her, sliding himself in and out of her mouth and trying to get her to take more of him. 

"Oh God Stacey, your mouth is so hot. That feels so good." Her father's voice was almost unrecognizable now and Sharon simply had to know what was going on. Taking two steps to the left, she could see the edge of them, and she prayed that Daddy wouldn't look up. She was overwhelmed with a combination of fear, shame and excitement and her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She could see Stacey's naked back -- she still had her close fitting back work slacks on. She rested on her knees and one hand, the other in front of her, apparently gripping Daddy's cock. Her father's head was back and his eyes were closed as he rocked himself into this stranger, gripping her dark hair as if hanging on for life.

Sharon stepped back just as she heard him gasp for a break.

"It's my turn, I need you."

The springs on the bed creaked, and the two figures -- shadows once again to Sharon-arranged themselves together. Her father was on top, his back to the doorway into the bedroom area. The woman would be facing the door, but Daddy's body would block her view of it. With the crazy idea that she was just looking to REALLY catch him in the act, Sharon stepped back, fully into the doorway in time to see her father slide himself into Stacey.

Their cries sent an instant heat through her pelvis. She felt her nipples harden further under her shirt, responding to the sounds and to the smell of sex in the air. She eyes were glued to her father's rear as he began to thrust. He was so long, and the angle was such that she could just see him when he slid out, hard and shining with another woman's juices. She could see his balls beating rhythmically against Stacey's ass while she wrapped her legs around him and moved with him. 

Stacey didn't understand the sensations sweeping through her. She had seen men naked before, but none of them had been nearly as large as her father. She had even had sex a few times, and she had never really understood what the big deal was. It was kind of fun, but then it was over and all she had ever felt was a vague disappointment.

Here however, watching these two people as they thrust and moaned and cried out together, Stacey felt almost dizzy with the rush of heat flooding through her. Instead of the mild pleasant sensation she had felt between her legs before, there was an ache that demanded attention. Her breasts felt tender and her nipples brushed against her bra every time she breathed. She didn't know what to do, she felt glorious and agitated all at the same time and the vision of her father calling her name as he came was blinding her.

"Honey we have an audience." Stacey's breathless whisper came through her moans, and Sharon realized to her horror that the woman was looking right at her. "Oh god baby she's so beautiful. And she's playing with her nipples. Oh God, honey I think she's really turned on!"

Sharon pulled her hand from her breasts, realizing for the first time what she had been doing. She was standing in a stranger's house-which she had broken in to-and she was watching her father have sex with his girlfriend. And she was turned on. Her pussy ached, her nipples were practically begging for a mouth. All of this from watching Daddy. Turning, she fled from the room, heading for the stairs before Daddy could turn and realize who it was Stacey was talking about. 

As she reached the stair, she heard a roar of hunger and desire from the room she had left. It mingled with the higher pitched sounds of Stacey's voice. Sharon had to stop, and her own eye closed involuntarily at the image of her father and his lover coming together. They were coming together because they were turned on by being watched. They were being watched by her.

The shudder that went through her drew a quiet moan from her own lips that was drowned out by the sounds behind her. 

With a sob that was half pain and half need, she fled.



Caretakers - Eight O'Clock



Eight o'clock took forever to arrive.

It had been a long time since Stacey had been nervous about having anyone, male or female, over to her apartment. She liked sex and she's had plenty of "company" over the years. She pulled her car into the drive and wondered briefly if that made her jaded. 

As she waited for Mark to pull in behind her, she marveled at the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach for the first time in years. They mixed together with her lust as if she was a high school prom queen and she shuddered a little from the thrill of it. She had almost forgotten how exciting sex could be – aside from the purely physical pleasures.

She saw his car round the corner and slid from the driver's seat, her butterflies now doing a synchronized hula dance. She took a deep breath and consciously smoothed her expression, replacing it with as much calm as she could muster. She wanted to show him all of the pent up desire she had for him, but with Mark she wasn't sure that would be the right approach. It was one of the things she found so exciting about him; most people were so predictable and he was anything but.

She got another taste of just how unpredictable he could be when Mark slid into her arms as easily as she had slid out of her car. She had waited for him to be worried about the neighbors; to hustle her into the house as quickly as possible. She had even thought she might have to spend some time calming his nerves once inside. Instead, his path was direct from his car to hers as if nothing else mattered. 

As his arms went around her, Stacey had the sudden sense that this was going to be something other than just a quick fling after work. This was going to be something special. Mark fit against her body as perfectly as if a sculptor had molded them together. His mouth closed on hers familiarly, as if they had done this a hundred times. There was no exploring of styles or figuring out what the other liked. Instead, it was as if only time had separated two long-lost lovers from their knowledge of one another. His mouth tasted like the mint gum he was always chewing and his tongue slid into her mouth as naturally as a husband coming home from work. 

He finally pulled away from her with a low growl and Stacey actually staggered from the head rush. She thought maybe he had taken all of the oxygen with him because she couldn't seem to catch her breath. He caught her around the waist and pulled her to him so she could feel that he had been affected as passionately as she had. 

"Take me inside." 

His voice was only a whisper against her ear, but she had to close her eyes as the lust in those few words blew through her with a shudder. She pressed herself harder against him in a motion that was completely involuntary and felt him respond. The ease with which they could arouse one another was almost frightening, and Stacey was overcome with the sudden realization she was being swept away by this man in a way she never had been before.

For the first time, it was she who hesitated. Mark sensed the change immediately and drew back.

"Are you okay? Did I do something?" Again, Stacey saw that same uncertainty he had shown her in the elevator, and she shook her head, smiling.

"I'm fine. I just wanted to look at you." 

It wasn't really a lie, and taking her own step back, Stacey was able for the first time to blatantly admire the body she had wanted for months. Mark was a stunning man, no matter how old he was. Doctors, nurses and patients of all ages admired him whenever he walked by. Stacey knew he had even been propositioned by several of them, female and male. His easy-going smile, gentle nature and natural charisma combined with his slender, work-hardened physique to make an irresistible package.

And he's here with me. Stacey could only smile and marvel at how lucky she was as she held his hands and thought about all the things she would like to do to that luscious form and wondered where she would start when she got his clothes off.

"If you keep looking at me like that, we're not going to make it upstairs." Mark's voice was already beginning to develop the horse tone that signaled his growing need and Stacey smiled again. Taking his hand, she led him indoors and up the two flight of stairs to the loft she rented. 

Closing the door behind them, Mark stopped her before she could head for the back of the left where her bedroom was.

"Come here." 

He turned her so that her back was to him and wrapped his arms around her and rested his head against her hair. 

"God you smell just like I thought you would." 

His voice was shaking and he turned her back to face him again. His expression was a mixture of that already-familiar hunger and a kind of bashful chagrin. 

"Stacey, doing this...well... it's been a really long time since I..."

Stacey took pity on him and pressed her lips to his briefly. "Whatever happens, it's okay. I want you."

With a groan Mark grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom alcove. With gentleness she had never experienced before during any of her sexual encounters, he began to undress her and she closed her eyes. She had undressed men before and she loved the experience. She had undressed for men, and she loved that too. However, never before had she stood completely passive while a man undressed her and the light touches as her clothing slid to the floor inflamed her until she was dizzy again.

When she was naked in front of him, Mark stood back and looked at her as she had him. His eyes were slightly glazed and his breath was already coming in quick gasps. He did nothing but study her, yet the sight so obviously turned him on that Stacey felt herself growing wet in response. 

What is it about t his man that just his look can do this to me? 

She reached for him and they met again for one of those so-familiar kisses and his fingertips slid over her back and nails lightly grazed her skin until she was making sounds against his mouth that she was sure she had never uttered before. She was dimly aware that she was pressing into him as if she could climb through his clothes, but she couldn't seem to stop kissing him long enough to get his clothes off him. 

Finally it was Mark who pulled away and Stacey immediately began to fumble for the buttons on his shirt. Her hands were shaking and she wondered if this was what being on drugs felt like. If that was the case, she suddenly understood why so many of their patients were high all the time. Her mind felt distant from her body and she couldn't seem to keep a thought in her head past the need to have Mark buried inside her. 

Mark tried to help her with his clothing, but they seemed to only get in each other's way. Both of them fumbled for buttons with hands that shook so badly they couldn't get them unfastened. With a growl of frustration, Mark finally pulled the offending top over his head in one movement, together with his t-shirt. 

His pants were more problematic. He had grown so hard that his zipper refused to slide over his cock. It took two readjustments before he could find a position that allowed him to get his belt undone and the zipper pulled down. This didn't completely alleviate their problems however. 

Stacey was stunned to discover that Mark was so long that being erect meant that he was now caught in the leg of his own jeans. As they struggled to free him, he looked at her and they both began to laugh. 

"This is turning into a comedy of errors." Mark was still chuckling, and the ease in tension finally allowed him to maneuver himself out of his pants and drop them unceremoniously on the floor. 

Stacey smiled at him in true delight. Personally she loved to laugh during sex. Afterwards she always got the giggles something horrible. Men she had known in the past had tended to get upset about this. They always took the whole thing so seriously. This was the first time she's ever met a man who understood and accepted how silly the whole thing could really be.

Their laughter had taken the edge off their urgency without dampening their lust in the slightest. Kissing him again, Stacey could feel Mark pressed against her, and she wondered again at the size of him. She was reminded again of the proverbial prom queen as she wondered exactly how she was going to handle him. She had been with big men before, but Mark was a little alarming. She thought professional porn stars might have found him alarming.

You're gonna put what, where?

As the thought flashed through her mind Stacey began to laugh again. Mark pulled back with a questioning look but Stacey couldn't get past her own case of the giggles to explain her train of thought. All she could do was point downwards.

"You're freaking huge," was all she could get out. 

His growl now was all in fun as he grabbed her up, still giggling like an idiot, and tossed her onto the bed. Before she knew what he was planning, her hips were in his hands, and his mouth was between her legs.

It was an oddity of Stacey's nature that she had never really enjoyed oral sex. What turned her on was whatever turned her partner on, and few men in her experience, actually enjoyed giving oral sex. The fact that they were going through the motions showed, and because of it she had never yet had an orgasm unless it involved fingers or cock.

With Mark, there was no question that he enjoyed her. All trace of laughter vanished from them both as she watched him close his eyes and slide his tongue between her nether lips to find her clitoris. The sensations began to sweep over her immediately and she closed her eyes, listening to him groan as his lips found her and his tongue began to stroke her gently. 

Unlike some men – or some women for that matter - Mark wasn't content to simply concentrate on one spot until she made the right noises and he could stop. He buried his tongue inside her, nibbled gently on her labia, and stroked her clit in every way imaginable. Stacey rose closer and closer to her orgasm, but each time he would back off until she stepped back from that magic edge, and then he would begin again. 

How long he continued to enjoy her she wasn't sure. Time became meaningless under his tongue. She worried vaguely about waking her housemates and promptly forgot when Mark slid his fingers inside her and caressed her G-spot while his mouth continued its magic dance.

This time he let her come, and her screams echoed back to her from the loft ceiling. She clawed his forearms and her hips ground into his face uncontrollably. Mark took it in calmly and continued his assault on her pussy. His finger fucked her ferociously and his gently stroking tongue was replaced with a lash across her clit that she thought might drive her mad. 

Whether she came multiple times or simply one unbelievably long orgasm she had no idea. All she knew was that when she finally could think again her throat was slightly sore and she felt like every muscle in her body had melted. Mark rose from between her legs, wiping her juice from his mouth and crawled towards her.

She kissed her flavor from his mouth and it was delicious. She licked her own juices from his tongue and reached her tongue inside his mouth, looking for more. He allowed her the search for only a few moments before pulling back to look into her eyes.

"You taste so good." His voice was so deep now it was almost like she was feeling vibrations instead of hearing words. 

"Now it's my turn." Stacey was pretty sure he wouldn't last once she had him in her mouth, but his obvious lust for oral sex had made her want to taste him as well and she reached for him impatiently.

"Not yet." He backed away from her hands and ran his fingers inside her again. When he gripped himself in his other hand, she realized that he almost couldn't touch his finger around each side, and his hands covered only about half the length of his cock. A renewed shudder of desire and fear swept through her as she felt him rest the head of his cock against her opening. She honestly wasn't sure she was going to be able to do this.

When he eased himself into her, she gasped. He had to stop almost immediately, and she could feel him struggling to control the urge to drive himself home. If had however, he would have hurt her, he was simply too big, and so he fought for control until he could ease himself out, and then slide in further. 

He took it slow and Stacey was grateful. She liked rough sex at time, but this would have been beyond rough. Still, his gentleness made her fear of his size vanish as the renewed waves of desire swept over her again. Shifting her hips, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and began to meet his thrusts. His head dropped downward and his eye closed as he gasped as she rocked in time with his motions.

"Oh god you're so hot. You have no idea what you do to me. I feel like my dick is going to explode."

The last words were torn out of him and for the first time he began to thrust into her roughly. She was ready now, and she moved with him as easily as their mouths had moved together before. She felt him strike against her cervix, and the combination of pain and pleasure overlapped and she screamed for him again. 

She was afraid he might stop for a moment, but he was beyond that. Instead, he began a series of long, deep thrusts that brought her almost instantly to orgasm a second time. The size of him, the feel of him inside her was even more incredible than she had imagined. Just as his body had fit against her perfectly, his cock was perfectly shaped to stroke every delicious nerve inside her until her mind grew numb with the exhilaration. 

He did stop then. He was still controlling himself better than she would have believed possible considering what he has said about how long it had been. He tried to talk, but his breath was still coming is gasps and instead he grabbed her hips and rolled her over onto her hands and knees and slid himself inside her again.

This time his size did hurt her, and as she squeaked in protest he immediately eased up and began to take shorter stokes. Immediately the sensations changed as he began to stimulate a whole new set of nerves. Somehow he touched her so deeply that it began to feel as if he were not only fucking her, but stroking her clit from the inside simultaneously. It was almost too much. 

The pleasure took on a feel that Stacey could only think of as "sharp." It cut into her with an intensity that was almost painful. 

Instinctively she began to move away, but Mark refused to let her move and instead began to increase his shallow, maddening tempo. Despite the unfamiliar sensations, Stacey found herself moving with him again in an odd mix of excitement and panic. Surely this was too much? This level of intensity had to be dangerous, no one could withstand the level of pressure building within her and Stacey became completely convinced that when she came this time she would literally lose her mind from the pleasure. Still, she couldn't move away, she couldn't stop her moans of desire to protest. 

Her orgasm ripped through her like a hunting knife dipped in honey. The sweetness of it was so sharp she went momentarily blind. As her muscles tightened around Mark's cock, still buried in her as far as he could go, stars erupted behind her eyes and the world became a dazzling array of colors. The pleasure washed over her, not like a wave as before, but like a tsunami. She thought she might drown in it. She couldn't catch her breath through the sounds of ecstasy and her muscles would no longer obey her. The orgasm seemed to continue forever and she thought in the back of her mind that maybe universes were created from moments like this.

Finally, she mind began to disconnect from her body and even the tidal wave of elation could no longer sustain her. She felt Mark's hand catch her as she toppled forward, her arms and knees no longer strong enough to hold her. 

He chucked in that self-satisfied way that men have when they know they have pleased their woman and gently rolled her back over onto her back. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, unable to believe that he hadn't come yet. 

"How?" was all she could utter past her panting. She struggled to re-learn how to inhale.

"I'm not ready for it to be over yet." He smiled at her, still looking please with himself.

Stacey looked at him, still glowing from her own orgasm, and decided something needed to be done about that look. Rolling towards him suddenly she was delighted to see she had caught him off guard. It was about time she surprised him! She grasped the base of him and slowly drew her tongue around the head of his cock.

"I believe you made a request earlier this morning?"

Without giving him a chance to respond, Stacey took as much of him in her mouth as she could handle. She knew that, with his size, this was going to be the most difficult blowjob she'd ever given. She probably wasn't even going to be able to make him come if he hadn't already, but she wanted to give him back some of the pleasure he had given her.

She heard him groan and trailing her gaze up his torso she saw him close his eyes and saw his head fall back. She felt his hand on the back of her head as he ever-so-gently slid himself further into her throat for a brief moment. She forced herself to relax and allowed him to rock himself against her mouth, trusting him not to force more on her than she could take. She watched as he opened his eye again and looked down at her.

"Oh my god Stacey, you have no idea how incredible that feels." His voice was shaking again. "You have the most perfect mouth." 

His look of self-confidence had been replaced by the same primitive hunger she had seen in the elevator, and she responded instinctively, trying to take him further into her mouth. She tasted herself again, this time combined with the taste of his skin, and she had never before savored a delicacy so sweet. She watched him as he watched her, and she could feel her desire growing again. No matter how well fucked she might be, that level of desire in a man called to her and her libido answered.

She hummed happily around the cock in her mouth and ran her tongue over him without ceasing the movement of her head and she smiled as his eyes closed again. With another groan, the hand on her hair grew more insistent and she felt his hips begin to move. 

He was fighting not to gag her now, but she forced herself to remain calm. She stopped moving her head and simply held him in her mouth, letting him take what he needed. He slid in and out of her throat and the noises he was making were half pleasure and half pained-need. With a final thrust, he stopped, holding himself in her mouth and she could feel his hand clenching and unclenching in her hair. 

She moved back and looked at him. "Do you want to come in my mouth?" 

She wanted him to, mainly because she saw how much he wanted to. She wanted to feel him shudder against her, to taste him completely. Still, she was concerned about his size and whether or not she could hold him when he finally gave up control.

Mark shook his head. "Lay back down."

His thrusts inside her were harder now, more jagged. Stacey knew he was teetering on the edge and her need for him rushed forth once again. 

"Come with me." She whispered to him and she felt another rush of pleasure hurtling towards him. 

Still he held back, sliding into her as she clenched around him and cried out her fulfillment yet again. Finally, when she relaxed, he pulled free from her and wrapped her hand around him. 

"Finish me." She could barely hear him. His voice shook so hard that the words were almost unrecognizable.

"I can't get pregnant" She whispered back, and guided him back inside her.

He was too far gone to protest. Stacey realized instantly that he had offered to let her jack him off because, even this close to orgasm, he'd been worried about hurting her. When he slammed into her, all control was gone. Now there was only lust and need and fucking. 




Caretakers - Eight O'Clock



Stacey rode his hunger like a wild animal, feeding her own desires from his own. She had never had sex like this. This was how animals fucked. How predators fucked. This was lust, pure and uncluttered by ethics, boundaries or civilized thoughts. This was what every man she'd ever known had looked for in their kinks and fantasies and failed to find. If she had told Mark to stop in that moment, she knew he wouldn't, couldn't, and the thought was both frightening and thrilling.

They came together like animals. Biting, snarling and clawing; they howled their climax into the rafters, pounding flesh caught in the moment. Stacey felt Mark's finger claw desperately at her ass as he fought to pull her closer, to get deeper as he roared over her. She tore her nails into his shoulders and tried to pull herself into his skin. Rabid badgers fuck like this, Stacey thought in another of those distant, nonsensical reflections. Then, in a final rush, the tsunami came again and swept them both away.



Caretakers - Elevator Games



Something was different, Stacey knew it immediately. 

She couldn't help it, she had worked with Mark for over a year now, and she knew every posture, every facial expression, every mood. She watched him, she had to admit it to herself if not to him. She was absolutely nuts about him. 

She was pretty sure he knew, she wasn't much good at keeping things hidden from the world. If she was pissed at someone, they knew it. If she liked someone, they knew it. In Mark's case, it was all she could do every night they worked together not to tear his clothes off in a frenzy, and she was pretty sure he knew it. 

She tried to keep herself under wraps the best she could. She was a sex-fanatic and she knew it. It wasn't that she was especially hot to look at, or brilliant. She just loved to fuck and she refused to feel bad about it. It freed her up from a lot of hang ups, and a lot of her past partners had enjoyed that fact that, no matter how weird or kinky they thought their fetishes were, she was willing to at least talk about it without judging. It was an openness that usually afforded her no end of sexual partners if she was looking for one. This time around though, she'd been two year without anyone, male or female and for her that was just about forever. 

The problem was Mark. Stacey didn't know what it was about him, but since she'd met him he filled her thoughts. It was like he burned with a sexual energy that answered her own. Now everyone else she'd ever know seemed like that had just been an appetizer before the main course. 

He was the first man she'd ever been attracted to who was almost as short as she was. Previously her dates had been med close to or over six feet. Mark was probably not more than 5'6" but he took excellent care of himself, and something in Stacey thought that it might be nice not to have to stand on her tiptoes to kiss a man for once. 

Mark was also an older guy, but that wasn't a problem for Stacey. She'd discovered long ago that older men made better lovers. They were slower and more willing to try new things. They were usually delighted to have a younger woman in their bed and pleasing her was usually a much higher priority for them than it was for younger guys who just wanted to get their rocks off. Additionally, older men tended to have some interesting kinks that they had kept bottled up for a long time, and being with someone who was willing to talk freely about them, and often to even let them try the things they had fantasized about made them desire her all the more.

The problem was, this main course was off limits. He was married and very obviously in love with his wife, no matter what her physical condition. No matter how flexible Stacey's ethics might be in other areas, breaking up a happy household, especially one with so much tragedy, wasn't her style. Now, had Mark OFFERED, that would have been a different story. In the meantime, she tried in vain to keep the flirting to a minimum and not make Mark uncomfortable around her. After all, he was not only sexy as hell, but the best co-worker she's ever had and she didn't want to screw that up.

She'd had offers since meeting Mark, but no one appealed to her. It would have been different if Mark hadn't wanted her, but she saw him watching her sometimes, and once, when the elevator had been crowded, her rump had ended up pressed up against him and she knew she'd felt him stirring to life inside his black oh-so tight jeans. It had been the hardest thing she'd ever done not to wiggle up against him. 

This time something had changed though. Mark wasn't watching her out of the corner of his eye, tonight it was blatant. There was an open hunger there that she hadn't seen before, and she felt her body responding even as she tried to remain professional and get her work done. The night seemed to stretch into eternity as her nipples began to ache from being erect for so long inside her silk bra. She began to fall into a constant stream of daydreams where she wondered what it would be like if he spilled her huge breasts out of their red silky prison right there on the floor and gave them the attention they so desperately wanted. Before the shift was a third over she was so wet she thought she could have fucked a baseball bat without any foreplay.

Around 3am, Stacey decided she might be going mad from pent-up lust. She almost didn't hear the boss calling her so caught up was she in locking eye with Mark across the room. In fact, had Mark not broken eye contact and answered Reanne, things might have gotten awkward very quickly. As it was, Stacey turned with a sleepy smile and hoped Reanne would assume she was just tired and doing a "mental doze" on the job. It was certainly better than admitting was really was on her brain! 

What Reanne was after was that a patient needed transporting to another unit for specialized care. Transports were a two person job, usually one from their unit and one from the receiving unit. On special occasions however, when the other units were especially swamped, their unit got the fun of providing both transporters. Tonight, it seemed, was going to be a special occasion.

Stacey pushed the patient's wheelchair into the elevator, and for the second time in the VERY long year she had worked with Mark she felt herself press up again his leg and gritted her teeth, trying not to do anything stupid. True, the patient was facing away from the, but she wasn't sure what was going on with Mark and didn't want to risk everything by pushing her hopes into reality. So she remained very still and tried to slow her breathing.

Deliberately, Mark's hand traced its way up her hip, and in the few brief seconds before the door opened, he gripped her hard and pulled her against, pressing in to her so she couldn't help but feel his intention against her. She took a deep breath and stepped away from him as the door chimed and pushed the patient out onto the second floor and tried to look like nothing unusual had happened. 

The patient safely deposited, they returned to the elevator, chair in tow. The wheelchairs folded up, so there was considerably more room in the ancient elevator than there had been. Newer elevators had to be large enough to hold gurneys, but their building was so old that only one of the elevators fit modern requirements. If a patient could be transported in a chair, they still used the old elevators since it made the trip much shorter. 

Stacey turned to the door to see Mark holding down the "door close" button without pushing a destination. As the doors slid soundlessly shut, he crossed the two short steps around the folded chair towards her.

"I can't take this anymore." His already low voice now sounded like a growl in the small space.

Stacey began to apologize; for what she wasn't even sure. She didn't know what to do with this sudden change, or with the look in Mark's eye. She had only gotten her mouth open when he grasped her hand and pressed it up against him. Instinctively she wrapped her hand as well as she could around the mound under her fingers. 

He was big, bigger than she would have expected for a man not much taller than her 5'1" Constrained in his jeans, she couldn't tell how long he was, but his girth made her imagination go wild and she moaned slightly in hopeful anticipation. Her moan and her touch made him press harder against her, and she watched his head tilt back and his eye drop closed. His mouth was slightly open and he looked as if her touch, slight as it was, had intoxicated him beyond all control. 

"What do you want me to do?" 

She was shocked by her own whisper, but knew that anything he wanted in this moment she would do her best to give him. She had never been able to resist a man's hunger; her sexual nature simply wouldn't allow it. Mark's hunger moved something in her she had never felt before. This was beyond hunger, this was lust, and of a primal, primitive sort she had dreamed of but never thought was real. 

He spoke as if the words were being pulled out of him by force.

"Your mouth. I want your mouth."

A shudder of lust went through her. The danger of getting caught, blowing her co-worker in the hospital elevator was so exciting that she thought just visualizing it might make her orgasm. Her fingers tightened around his cock and Mark made another hunger-filled sound and ground himself into her hand. 

Still. Stacey felt her annoying little ethics whispering in the back of her head. If they got caught, she lost her job and that would suck. Mark, however, would lose everything. On the other hand, she didn't want to ruin the mood, or insult him now that she had what she so desperately wanted in her hand. 

Stacey decided that talking dirty was always a good a compromise.

"I want your cock. I was to slide you in my mouth and then have you fuck my pussy until it hurts. Then I want to lick my taste off you until you come in my mouth. Let me take you home with me this morning. I want to do it right."

Mark groaned again at the visual she was painting and drew her in for another kiss and then took a step back, fighting control himself.

"My dick is going crazy. I think about you and out of the blue I'm so hard it hurts. I can't take this anymore. I want your clitoris between my lips and my cock in your mouth. I want to make you scream."

Stacey felt her eyes glaze over. She'd never had a man talk to her like that. Oh, guys loves to say "suck it baby" or whatever when she was blowing them, but this was different. The passion in Mark's voice wasn't an attempt to get her into bed; it was a promise of what he was going to do to her when they got there. She felt her fingers fumbling at his belt and consequences be damned. She wanted to see him, to touch him, to TASTE him so badly she couldn't think. 

Mark closed his hands over hers and heard him take a deep breath.

"You're right - we can't do this here as much as I want to. The thought of you on your knees right here..." 

Stacey watched a shudder go through him and he gripped his crotch and tried to find a position less uncomfortable. 

"But I want to make you enjoy it to, and that I can't do here. But, if you are serious, I would really like to come by this morning when we get done here."

Stacey looked at Mark and saw uncertainty. He wasn't confused over whether or not this was what he wanted, he was past that now. But she realized, now that he had brought it to a head, he was afraid he might reject him. If she had been a cock tease, this would be the perfect time for her to pull back, second guess or worse, she might be one of those bitches who would laugh at him and tell the whole place how this older guy had thought he might actually make it with her. 

Stacey wasn't that kind of girl. Leaning forward she pressed a gentle kiss against his lips and stepped back before he could pull her in and make it deeper. Reaching behind her she pressed the elevator button and listened to the machinery start up as they began their descent.

As the doors opened, she stepped by him, brushing her fingers gently across his still hard groin and whispered. 

"I'll see you at eight."



Caretakers of What?



Published @ 8/25/2013

Caretakers of What? 

Case in point;

Would you agree that animals, from the simplest to the apex predators have self-genetic limitations against hoarding/greed.

This limitation is good for the others species and other predators and the for the chance to compete as well as the overall environmental nexus.

A pride of lions will only kill when they are hungry, as they will stop killing after they are fed.

Yes they all have ability to continue killing and hoarding but they don't.

The same is true with Orcas, wolves,

Bears deer, worms, birds and so on.

Whatever discards is left over, benefits the less apex animals as environmental continuity continue. 

Even squirrels may appear to hoard/greed food but lack the ability to actually find what they try and hoard/greed as this too benefits the planet environment. 

An illusive acquaintance of this writer had a recent in depth conversation where the illusive acquaintance spoke of owning one of their house in Nantucket having three swimming pools, ten bedrooms and thirteen bathrooms with a helicopter port and landing strip for small aircraft.

In the same conversation the illusive acquaintance mentioned other personal address in key-west, South Padre Island, Seattle, Jamaica, Cancun and other various exotic address, not to mention a jet prop private jet, 42foot motor home costing over four hundred thousands and several luxury cars.

One could argue the need for the illusive acquaintance in hoarding as this person and his wife can only live in one house at a time.

Another argument is that this illusive acquaintance acquired all this wealth & property and should be able to enjoy it as he sees fit, right?

This would depend on whom you ask, don't you think.

Most clearly, we should be more cognitive than a squirrel or a worm that does, in-fact benefits the planet & Environmental issues with day to day & long term behaviors.

The notion that human personal hoarding /greed is set aside to those who could, does it matter if they really should. 

Stewardship is not a right; it's a privilege as if we lose what we have, then we have no one else or nothing to blame when its gone but ourselves.

There is a saying that goes" never eat where you defecate" and as most humans & non-humans abide by that nocturne, it make one to wonder, are humans really stewards of this planet environment. 

Let's begin analyzing historical recent human behavior;

Every sector, every continent, of our human and non-human society has been infected with ideals and values, not of their own. Their intellectuals will say, we have made mankind better, more advanced, but have they. Look at what they have done on a global scale. Colonial infestation mentality has diseased and anguished this entire planet. They have killed tens of millions and infected many more with their twisted fantasies. History records that every where they go, death and pestilence follows. 

Wide scale killing of whales, over fishing, indiscriminate killing of animals for sport, globally depleting of food & mineral supplies, fracking, the indenturing of others for personal gain. Lynching, murder, raping of the young, institutional racism, disease, cultural disfranchises, liberty and land disfranchises, when people are deprived of land, they are robbed of their basic liberties. Pollution and the degradation of natural resources,

Trashing of the oceans, seas, every land mass, lakes and fresh water systems, the pollution of ground water, air quality, strip mining, cutting timber, oil spills, the pollution and formation of space junk. Burying nuclear waste & Co2 gases, starving millions, ethnic cleansing, and global warming. Genetically enhanced germinal viruses, the irradiation and the altered behavior of pollinator, such as bees, plants and animals, cancer and aids.

The historical genocide that has plagued this planet has taken centuries, with always the same intent, greed and the need to oppress others different from themselves. No amount of intellectual, justification of what they have done can correct what has in fact, been done. Other scientist will agree that they are polluting the very same space they are attempting to explore. With limited knowledge of propulsion systems such as ion, and nuclear, they have already left trials of toxic debris through out this solar system. 

Are we to live to feed & breed, thieve, heave to perpetrate more little ones just like ourselves as redundancy has sometimes-grave consequences.

In summary;

people attempt to exploit, steal, connive, and conquer. It is in their true nature, they are hard wired to be, poison, and they can't help it. Never have so few done so much evil to so many. The truth is what it is, no matter whom it offends.

Written by, 

Everett C Borders Ph.D. 



Care Takers - The Beginning



"Goddamnit Sharon! Do you have to come busting in here and wake me up every 15 minutes!?"

"I'm sorry Daddy. I just wanted to tell you mom's sleeping so I have to run a quick errand." 

His daughter's tone was hurt, and rightfully so, and Mark felt like shit. He heard her softly shut the door and heard the whispered footsteps of her retreat down the hallway and clenched his hands in frustration. It wasn't Sharon's fault that he was tired or snappy, it was the night shifts he was working to try and keep their finances together. 

Honestly, he should be grateful that his 26 year-old daughter had given up her life and moved back in to help with his wife's care. A lot of kids these days would never have done that, and without Sharon's help, he would have completely fallen apart after Karen's stroke eight months ago. 

Still, having her back home after six years of just him and Karen being in the house was hard to get used to. Even before her stroke he and Karen had mainly worked around each other, comfortable in their distance from one another. It had almost been like having the house to himself sometimes. 

Now, his bubbly, uninhibited daughter was constantly bouncing about reminding him of his own age and alone-ness. 

The constant night shifts, so that he and Sharon could split Karen's care, were beginning to wear on him too. He worked all night, and often had his sleep interrupted by some issue with Karen's care. Karen had always been a big woman, even before her stroke, and Sharon couldn't lift her mother. So Mark had to be awoke every time Karen needed the bathroom, when she had to be sat up to eat or, heaven forbid, when she got it in her head she was going to get up on her own and ended up falling. Even when he could have slept, Mark spent his days half-awake, waiting for the horrible sound of his wife crashing to the ground yet again.

Even at work he had no peace. He and Karen hadn't been sexually active in more years than he cared to admit and he was ashamed to admit that, early on, he'd had his share of "stepping out." However, he'd tried to be a good husband for the last ten years and kept it in his pants, at least where other people were concerned. His daily masturbation had become a lifeline for relieving stress and trying desperately to ignore the women constantly around him at work. 

One in particular, Stacy, had made her willingness clear. She was never pushy about it, never tried to do anything to make him uncomfortable, but the message was there nonetheless. And while Stacy might not have been the most attractive woman he'd ever met, she was twenty years his junior and RADIATED sexual energy. Every glance, every low cut top, every knowing smile made his groin tighten up just a little, and by the end of the shift his need for release almost unbearable. So he would get in his car every morning, head back home to his lonely bed and do NOTHING.

That was the main problem with Sharon being home. His daughter might be all grown up, but she still kept many of the youthful tendencies she'd had as a child. She might be 26, but she still would come bursting into his room without warning as if she were still 6. It made taking matters "into his own hand" impossible. 

Except, now he was awake and Sharon was out somewhere. He didn't want to go to sleep again until she got back anyways, just in case Karen needed something. So maybe? He could already feel himself growing hard just at the thought of releasing months of pent up frustration. Visions of Stacy already danced at the edges of his mind, and when he closed his eyes it clarified instantly into the visual of her cleavage and the feel of her ass against his leg that time the elevator had been crowded. Had she really wiggled it into his crotch on purpose? And had he ever been this hard, this quickly when he was alone?

Groaning aloud in frustration, he threw the blanket back and raised his ass in the air to slide his sleeping sweats down to his knees. Closing his eye he let the temptress of his dreams fill his thoughts and began to stroke himself firmly. He tried to keep the pace down, to savor his first release in months, but the image of that taunting, knowing smile was too much. 

He had imagined her so frequently that he could smell her as if she were there. He knew just how she would taste on his tongue and what she would sound like when he took her. The feel of his hand was replaced by an almost fevered delusion of tight pussy sliding over his dick. He was panting now, his hips thrusting into his hand almost violently. So much for savoring the sensations, he was going to go any second now.

He opened his eye just as he reached the point of no return, and it was if his dreams had come true. Stacy was standing in his room, watching him as he stroked himself. The added excitement of being watched was the end. The first micro-second of his orgasm rolled through his mind and the first jet of cum shot into the air as if racing for freedom. Only Stacy's pale complexion was brown and her look was one of embarrassment and confusion. As he realized what he was he was looking at, it was too late.

"Sharon!" 

It was his daughter's name that ripped loose from him as he came explosively. He had never brought himself like this before, hips hammering into his hand wildly, wave after wave of pleasure taking him until he could no longer even see Sharon's face before him. There were only stars and ecstasy. 

In the back of his mind he was screaming in the same shame and embarrassment that he had seen in Sharon's face but even that seemed to only add to his lust. It was as if his humiliation at having been caught only fueled his orgasm. 

He thought for a moment he might pass out before the deluge of pleasure left him, but after a seeming eternity he came back to himself. His legs, chest and hands were coated in the already-cooling semen and he finally felt as if he could sleep for a month. Only...

She was still there, looking at him.

"Sharon" His voice came out in a croak. How do you apologize to your daughter for having an explosive orgasm in front of her? Especially, he realized with horror, when she heard you screaming her name when you came. 

"I didn't want to wake you again if you were sleeping."

Her response was a whisper and he had nothing to say in response. Before his reeling mind could come up something, she turned and fled the room. Not knowing what else to do, Mark got out of bed and began to clean himself up, hoping he would think of something before he went downstairs. Hoping his daughter didn't now hate him forever.