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The Aftermath

By: justagirl



They were there when I got home from work. Four men in an unmarked sedan parked across the road, just sitting there watching me.

I didn't think too much of it. I was distracted. Things to be done - a shower, shampooing my hair, supper. I think about that now - should I have done something, called someone, been more suspicious? Was I unconsciously leaving the door open, the field clear? Was it all somehow my fault?

This is how it happened. Let me tell you quickly and plainly before I lose my nerve.

I fitted my key in the door, let myself in, picked up the mail. I walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil. It was quiet in the house. And warm, the sun streaming in the window. I leaned against the counter and began to sift through the mail. The kettle began to whistle. And suddenly, I felt warm breath on my neck. And a hand at my mouth, covering it, stifling the first scream.

My eyes darted wildly around the room, my body jerked. Three men I could see and one behind me. Young men. Casually but not badly dressed.

A voice in my ear "I am going to take my hand away now, and you will not scream. If you scream, if you make a sound, we will cut you". Cold steel against my cheek - a jagged hunting knife. "Do you understand? We do not want to hurt you, only play with you for the afternoon. But if you scream, we will cut off your tongue, cut your cunt, cut you badly. Do you understand?"

I felt buzzed. Dazed. All I could do was nod. The sharp edge of the knife slid down, circled a nipple, poked gently. Then the man took his hand away.

"Now, very slowly, take us to your bedroom. Show us the way."

I walked to the bedroom, stumbling once or twice. They were right behind me, silent, not touching me.

In the bedroom, they stood together by the window. One of them drew the drapes. The room was dim.

"Go and stand in the centre of the room, in front of us. Good. Now slowly, slowly, unbutton your blouse. No, do it slowly!" 

I can still hear his voice, soft and deep and somehow mesmeric. He was clearly the leader. I had to do what he said. What else could I do?

I unbuttoned by blouse and slid it off my shoulders. Next I unhooked my bra. My hands came up to cover my breasts as the bra fell to the ground. But the knife was held up meaningfully and I dropped my hands. They made me roll down my tights, bending over as I did it. I was commanded to hold the pose, as the leader came up behind me and took both swinging breasts in the palms of his hand. I was bent over, my breasts uncovered, my tights around my ankles, three men watching as the fourth played with my breasts. Long fingers playing with my nipples, stroking, teasing, pinching. I heard a low moaning and realised it was coming from me.

The hands left my breasts and hooked into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down. Then I was standing straight again, naked and shaking.

The other men walked over to me. I felt hands on my arms, lifting them until they stretched above my head. I felt fingers tickling my armpit, light and maddening. Then a mouth nuzzling my other armpit, wet tongue flicking in and out. And hot breath in my ear, and a tongue on my neck.

I passed out.

When I came to, I was stretched out on the floor, on the thick pile carpet in the bedroom. My legs were splayed, the knees pushed up towards my chest, one of the men holding my ankles. The leader's arm was below my head, he was stretched out beside me sucking my neck, tonguing my ear. The other two were at my breasts, sucking, laving my nipples with hot wet tongues. The man between my legs was flicking his tongue around my pussy lips, circling my cunt hole and then tickling my clit with the tip of his tongue. To my horror, I felt my hips push upward towards him. I wanted it. I was inviting it!

"Oh nooo" I whimpered. "Oh Godinheaven nooo, please nooo, stop, please please please..."

The leader whispered in my ear. "Don't fight it. Feel it. Four men touching you with their lips, their hands. A wet mouth on your clit, in your pussy. Two men sucking your nipples. A tongue in your ear. It's driving you wild, isn't it?"

I tried to resist but then I'd feel the hands and mouths all over me. The pulling at my nipples. The tongue flicking across my cunt. The man between my legs let go of an ankle and began to work his finger into my pussy. Hard, knobby, sliding in and out of me. Then two fingers, and the mouth still on my clit. I was suddenly looking down at myself from the ceiling - a naked woman lying there like a limp doll, unable to move as four men swarmed over her, hands and mouths everywhere, tickling, probing, tweaking, sucking. And the voice in my ear, driving me closer and closer to orgasm - "Come, baby! Come now. There's a finger in your pussy, a mouth on your clit, your breasts are being sucked, you know you can't stop now, you have to come."

I could feel the tremors starting. Tears spurting from my eyes. My hips beginning to buck. That relelntless onslaught on my pussy. The man beside me now kissing me deep and hard, swallowing up my moans. "Unngh..unnnnnghhhhhh.....oh God! Oh God, I'm cummminnng.....unnnnngggghhhhh!"

I came long and hard, my whole body quivering. But they didn't stop. They picked me up and put me in the big armchair by the window, my legs over the sides, and they took up positions again and started on me again. And I came again. And still they didn't stop. At some point in the afternoon I was given a douche, fingers tickling and pulling round my pussy lips as the tube was inserted and they cleaned me out. Then they tied me spread-eagled on the bed and again, a mouth between my legs and at my nipples, under my arms and on my neck. And again I came. Again and again but they would not stop.

At some point I passed out. When I came to, they were gone.

It's been months now, but I still have dreams every night. Horrible, helpless dreams. So horrible, they wake me up. And when I wake up, I'm sopping wet.

The Aftermath



This 'episode' continues where The Band left off. My apologies for the delay but that's writers block for you...

I awoke several hours later; my eyes slowly opened to the dazzling glare of an over-ripe spring afternoon in Perth, my throat like sandpaper, my temples throbbing worse than a bass drum and my stomach about to reject my body. It took me several minutes to register exactly where I was, who I was and what I was doing and that wasn't an easy task. I was enveloped by pain and cloaked in silence. I was at my friend's house. I looked around and what I saw froze me in horror. I was beside this girl, lying next to me breathing heavily on the couch cushions dressed only in black fish net stockings. The living room looked like it had been ransacked with everything messed up and out of place. I looked at myself and was surprised to find that my only item of clothing was my watch. Then came the sudden realisation of what had occurred. I recoiled in horror, I had just anally fucked my band mate; worse still, I had cheated on my girlfriend and worse than all that had betrayed a work colleague.

I staggered to my feet fighting against the bile that was forcing its way up through my throat, looking desperately for my clothes. I staggered to the bathroom and was forced to eject the contents of my stomach. Never again will I accept Champagne as payment for a musical performance although after what I remembered I doubt there'd be a band after this!

I slowly got dressed in a fit of cold sweat and trembling, fighting desperately to control my stomach spasms. Recollection of last night's events was slow and painful. My overwhelming memory was of what Teresea and I had recently partaken in. The only consolation was that my cock raged in anticipation of a repeat performance; something that I was vowed never to let happen again.

I looked down on my new love interest and felt a surge of painful regret. I wanted to carry her to her bed but that would have been physically impossible. Instead I brought the bed to her, draping the doona (duvet, quilt, depending upon which part of the globe you live) across her naked but impressive form. A small gesture but I knew how embarrassed she'd be if she woke the same way I did. A discrete exit was in order, to my car but the stale champagne fumes emanating from the upholstery overcame me. The drive back to my house was so incredibly uncomfortable that I was hoping that the Police would haul me over for a breath test. As events unfolded it looked as though I was up for a completely different fate.

My long time partner Jean met me upon pulling into my driveway and her countenance expressed anything but pleasure (and not surprising really). I was late but for what I couldn't remember but then she reminded me; lunch in an hour with her siblings. Why I received an invite I couldn't fathom, as officially I was nothing more than a friend. This issue was the cause of much friction between us as Jean utterly refused to officially acknowledge our relationship as anything other than social friends (in public at least), citing the age difference of 17 years as a cause of malicious gossip. I had come along way since the unemployed backpacker from Albany and despite the fact that my business profits far outstripped her Government wages (and those of her family) she wouldn't budge on the issue. Not to worry, I loved Jean despite my indiscretions (and hers) and was prepared to go along with yet another charade.

We arrived about 10 minutes late with me smelling sweeter than a florist, lunch went off as expected and Jean's mood lightened considerably. I was rewarded for my deception admirably; first with a skilful hand job at the restaurant very much en flagrant and second with the promise of more to come (pardon the pun). We drove back to my house to while away the remainder of the Sunday lounging around the pool. All thoughts of this morning erased and after grimacing through several glasses of Chardonnay at lunch I was feeling considerably better.

As Jean went upstairs to change most likely into her gorgeous blue bikini with maroon polka dots I hurriedly checked the answer phone for messages. To my immense relief it was blank and as an added measure I switched it off. I wasn't ready to deal with any awkward situations today not until I knew what the state of play was. I uncorked another bottle of wine, placed it in a chiller and deposited it by the pool in between two sun lounges. As I turned the ravishing sight of Jean withheld my attention. She's about five foot six, slim with raven black hair and features. Whilst relatively small chest wise she's more than compensated with a silky smooth pair of legs and a fantastic butt. Jean knows how to appeal to my warped mind as her choice of swimsuit, as indeed with her choice of clothes in general, is guaranteed to get me salivating. This afternoon was no different. She gracefully glided into my waiting arms and we instantly engaged in a passionate kiss. My hands roamed all over her body before quite inexplicably she disengaged with a brief but playful giggle and skipped rather daintily into the pool. I rushed inside to change and rejoined her in a very refreshing swim. The mood in the pool was playful and jovial but just as things were getting heated Jean would back away telling me to save it for later. 

As the sun began to sink towards the western horizon in a blaze of brilliant fiery red, Jean and I retired to the balcony adjoining the master bedroom. We always like to watch the sunset reflect over the city skyline and it really adds flavour to whatever mood we're in. By that time we were already on our third bottle of wine and at this pace I would be forced down to the bottle shop to resupply. 

Our conversation got around to the subject of sex, as it tends to do, and Jean began telling me about her one and only lesbian experience when she was ten years old. It was quite a story and had me awash with raging hormones. Needless to say I was instantly hard with all thoughts of my earlier indiscretions forgotten and my only impulse was make love to my woman. Jean was also excited by her story as she was mindlessly rubbing her pussy through the thin material of her bikini and she was in full flood as indicated by the wet spot. I love it when she plays with herself but she doesn't do it often enough. I walked over to where she was sitting and she fixed me with a dreamy gaze. I gently picked her up in my arms and gave her a long deep loving kiss, running my hands up and down her lithe body. Jean responded instantly softly moaning into my mouth. My hardness poked against the flat smooth stomach and was screaming for release. Jean heard that cry and quite deftly removed my shorts returning one hand back to my boner. Her caress was delicate causing me to twitch in anticipation but Jean was a master at drawing out the suspense. She used her fingernails to wrap across my balls and this exquisite pleasure caused me to cry out in surprise breaking the kiss. Jean giggled like a schoolgirl all so well aware of what she was doing. I took both of Jean's hands and walked her into the bedroom and laid her down on the sofa.

Time slowed to nothing and the colour of the setting sun gave the salon (as I like to call it) the appearance of an alien world and produced a magical effect on Jean and I. As I gazed down on this creature of visual excellence I was struck by her heartbreaking good looks and realised that for all that I loved her I would never be able to posses her. The conventions of a small- minded community would sooner or later impose its iron will forcing upon Jean someone closer to her age. For now though, that mattered not and there was only the two of us in the whole world that were soon to become one.

From her whimpering and ministrations it was clear where she wanted me to go and I was all too happy to oblige. I planted delicate kisses down her smooth flat abdomen until I reached her steaming love nest. Now I was master here and for a sweet revenge I decided to see how far to breaking point I could take her. I gently licked the insides of both thighs slowly, achingly slowly, inching closer to the heat of her love. This drove her wild, arching her back, moaning my name and running her fingers through my hair. She was visibly leaking with her lips pink, puffy and very swollen.

A cold sweat was breaking out all over her perfect skin only adding to her heightened state of arousal. The anticipation must have been excruciating, I know, it was for me, my cock was swollen beyond belief but this was for Jean. She seemed to be reaching point break fast as I could feel pressure being exerted upon my head pulling my wicked and devilish tongue ever closer to her wetness. As an added torture I moved my tongue just to the tip of her clit, pursed my lip and inhaled slightly. As she realised that she was finally going to get what she wanted she relaxed in anticipation of an orgasm that was but a few laps away. I stopped just short and gently blew upon her clit. 

And that did it, all that sexy talk, all those reminisces of lesbian love, pent up anticipation and unendurable desire finally erupted from the slightest of stimulations. She came so loud, screaming my name, shouting obscenities and physically ripping at my hair. In the tumultuous seconds that followed I could see her sweet pussy spasm wildly, pumping out clear aromatic liquid. I couldn't resist and I dove in. Her next reaction almost broke my neck. I swear she leapt a meter into the air such was the force of the electricity flowing through her soul. I licked her pussy and clit ravenously, drinking down her intoxicating nectar; her taste was overpowering me more than the wine consumed earlier. There was more than I could handle and I reluctantly pulled away, gasping for breath. Jean meanwhile was still moaning almost sobbing now as wave after wave of pleasure broke across her beach. She was in another world but as I'd disengaged her left hand began probing all over her dripping sex. Each touch caused a minor jolt but slowly she came around with a look that betrayed anything but satiated pleasure. 

"Tongue fuck my arsehole Baby, I want you to make me cum some more!" I couldn't believe my ears; Jean had never ever before spoken such filth. She like it when I talked dirty but never had Jean indulged in this harmless fetish but now she was asking nay demanding that I tongue her most delicate area. And this I did with a passion. Concentrating on her brown rose like anus I brought her orgasm after orgasm until she finally admitted that she could take no more. At last, with an aching jaw and tongue I had extinguished Jean's fire-like passion. I must have looked a real state but that didn't seem to matter because Jean brought me up to her and kissed me delicately on the lips before breaking in with her tongue to give one of the most loving kisses ever, even I felt like I was about to peak. "No wonder you like it so much" she breathed after finishing our kiss and referring to my rim job. I love rim jobs, both giving and receiving, and Jean is the master at them too. I'd never experienced one until we met and now I was hooked. It seemed now, though, that she was too!

I received my pleasure after she regained her strength. I was treated to the sloppiest and slimiest blowjob ever promptly causing me to explode massively. Jean was unable to swallow my entire load instead she allowed the last few vigorous spurts to land on her face. She made no move to clean herself up rather insisting that my seed remain where it had fallen. There was no doubt, today Jean wanted to act like a slut and let me tell you she played the part to perfection. 

She was begging me to fuck her so hard so the next day at work when she walked a little awkwardly she would be able to think of this evening. What with the anal fuck this morning, hand-job at midday and superb blowjob just now I think it was me who would have trouble walking. Nevertheless, Jean was tireless in her pursuit, sitting opposite me on the sofa with her legs spread as far as they would reach, she used both hands to fuck her holes all the while spouting filth at me, telling me that she wanted to be treated like the worst Marseille whore, to fill her up with cum and work her until she was red raw. This, as can be appreciated, soon got me back to action. If she wanted to be treated like a whore then there was only one way to accomplish that but I quickly found her back door to be not just locked but barred also. It was promised but only after much attention and practise, she was, after all, an anal virgin at the tender age of thirty-eight and from my point of view I wanted it to be as perfect for her as possible. 

However we fucked in every imaginal position and this time I had tremendous staying power as I worked her sweet lubricated pussy like never before. Although she didn't cum again for the rest of the night she was in her element talking a seemingly unending tirade of sexual abuse. I loved it, it was making me drunk with animal passion and all the while my balls were tightening getting ready to pour forth the gates of hell. For this I had Jean lay upside down against the sofa with her legs resting over the back and her head, or more importantly, her mouth stretched over the front. I kneeled in front of her jamming my enormously swollen cock all the way down her throat. 

She was making gagging noises but grabbed my arse and encouraged me to the slam her mouth harder. I pulled out every so often so that she could catch her breath and she spat her saliva all over her face. This was too much even for me and after several minutes of throat massage I knew the end was nigh. I pulled out of her divine mouth and jacked off for maybe seven seconds before erupting a tidal was of semen all over her pretty face. I screamed out in pure agony and my body was engulfed in wave after wave of surging passion. My eyes were screwed up tightly and the whole world ceased to exist. My cock was leaping out of my hand pouring rivers of cum everywhere. I don't even know where it landed and nor did I care for I was oblivious to everything but surfing the wave of pleasure. 

I must have passed out for when I finally opened my eyes I was laying flat on my back with the lithe figure of Jean hunched over my crotch. Then my whole body once more became electrified as Jean wrapped her lips around my rapidly deflating member causing seismic aftershocks to gently rock my form. It was a real mind bending orgasm and I had to ask Jean to stop for no more could I take. And that's when she looked at me. She was practically bathing in my seed. It was everywhere, hair, eyes, nose, and ears, running in streams down her neck and onto her breasts. She collected fingers of it and spooned it into her mouth licking everywhere she could, smiling and mewing like a contented cat. She was happy and I was happy. Jean crawled up to me and kissed me gently, "We have to do this more often!" she purred I agreed and with that we turned and walked into the shower. We spent the next hour gently kissing and soaping each other up before falling onto the bed and teasing each other with chilled chardonnay and chocolate maltezers. The night, after all, was but young!



The Aftermath



Janine and her husband David have just left a party tonight. They are in a hurry to get home and make love to each other. They shouldn't be driving after drinking but they live nearby and decide to chance the short drive home; but, it turns out to be a very short drive...

Author's Note: (Janine's thoughts are Italicized)

 I awoke with a start.

Where am I? What is this bright light? I can't close my eyes. Oh my god, I can't close my eyes! Am I paralyzed? I can't move! Why can't I move? Please move that light!

Christ I am paralyzed! Ahhhhh... Calm down Janine, think this through. I remember David and I in the car after the party and then the bright lights. Yes, the bright lights, headlights, another car. We had an accident. He must've hit us. Then what? Did I black out? David, where's David?

I need to see David. Oh my eyes are so dry, can't anyone give me some drops?

"David. David." She tries to yell.

I can't hear myself speak. "DAVID!" I can't talk; I can't move my mouth or my eyes but I can see. That's a good thing. I can still see.

That light is so bright, why aren't my eyes watering? 

I feel the cold underneath me and around me. I feel naked. I can't move. Goddamit! I can't move. Will somebody please check on me? Where are the nurses? Where is the Doctor?

The car wreck! That must've done this to me. I hope David is OK. What if he's not? I have no relatives here. I need to call them, or, they need to call them. Maybe they already have.

Can't I have a blanket? Someone please cover me...

Voices! I hear voices. And shoe steps. Yes! Someone is coming. Thank you. Yes! I will tell them what happened. They will tell me what happened.

"Yah, that restaurant is a haven for E-coli. Don't go there or you'll be puking all night long."

Nurses?

"That would be a perfect ending to my date with Linda, hah. Let me kiss you good night, uh, wait a minute 'til I go and throw-up."

They are talking about food, and dates? What about me? I'm the patient here. Take care of me damn you!

"Boy, too bad you didn't get a chance to take this one on a date." He bends over her face and looks into her eyes studying her.

Help me. Help me. Mmm, he's a handsome, young man but he needs to fix his hair and shave. What am I doing? I must be delirious. 

"Yah! Look at those big fuckin' tits and they're natural too" as his buddy squeezes one hard with his gloved hand and pinches the nipple."

"What are you doin' man?"

Ouch! That hurt! What the fuck are you doing you pig? How dare you!

"Nice fuckin' bush too. Nothin' like a thick furry bush to sink your nose into while you lap away at a nice wet pussy" his buddy says.

"You always did like 'em hairy. Not me. I like 'em smooth as a baby's bottom. No hair to get in the way. Leaves 'em slick like butter."

"Slick until the next day and the stubble slices you up real good." They both laugh.

David likes me natural. Fuck you!

"But just feel it. It's so soft like a fluffy cottontail and it's dense." He reaches between her legs and palms her pubes with his latex covered hand, discretely wiggling his fingers between her thighs pressing them against here pussy lips.

You bastard! You wait until David finds out. Get your fucking hand off my cunt you fuck! These guys are unethical scumbags for nurses. Wait until I report this to the hospital administration for taking advantage of a paralyzed woman.

"No man. I'll pass on the feel. Ya know, you're one sick bastard. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were down there bangin' these chicks."

Is this how all men talk? Don't they have any consideration for the patient? I can hear you two, you know and I see you too. Can't you wet my eyes? They're shrinking 'cause they're so dry.

"Get the sheet and cover her. We can't take her down the hall naked."

"Huh, huh. Yah. Who wants to see a naked dead chick. Huh, huh."

Hey. I can't see. Why'd you pricks cover my head? I'm moving. Where the hell are they taking me?

What did he say? Dead chick? I'm not dead you perverts! What chart are you reading? Where are they taking me. I'm not fuckin' dead! I'm in a coma or something can't you see in my chart?

"Did ya hear about Dr. Webber?"

"What about 'em?

Who gives a fuck you morons? Maybe that's my doctor. Dr. Webber will take care of me. Get this fuckin' sheet off my eyes. God! It's scratching my eyes. (sob)

"Ole Doc Webber's wife divorced him a few years back. She apparently found that the big ole black snake hangin' between her auto mechanic's legs was more satisfying than the old guy's dried up prune and left town with him. The Doc was devastated and decided he'd prove to himself that still had life left in the ole limp biscuit."

Here we go again with the smut. I'm here and I'm certain you two have made a mistake. If you'd get your heads out of your asses you'd see that. Can't you guys talk about anything else?

"Yah! She knows us bruthas is built for fuckin'. What'd he do then? Try to kill her?"

"He told her adios and tried to even the score by dating some young chicks. But the younger females couldn't warm up to the old fart and the women that were interested in him reminded him of his ex-wife 'cause they was old as him."

Come on! Aren't we there yet? Please get this cover off of me and read my chart. You'll see. You guys are wrong. Dead wrong.

"The Doc was too proud, or tight, to hire a ho. He worked at this welfare clinic downtown and would get these reliefer chicks to go down on his old cock in exchange for prescriptions. Well somebody squealed and they shut him down."

My god! That sick old fart!

"No shit? That old guy must've had the shiniest knob in town 'cause that clinic is full of booty. White trash, fine, black mommas and some pretty hot Spanish ho's too. I'd like to..."

"This is the end of the trail for me. Let me help you get her on the table. 1-2-3. There."

Table?

"Take it easy and quite touchin' the bodies, man. I mean, do what you're supposed to and quit fuckin' around or you'll be lookin' for another job when you get caught. The Doc should be down in about an hour."

Good. We're here. Now the doctor will set things straight. Now please get this cover off of me.

"I's just fuckin' with ya. See ya and thanks." He pulls off the sheet and removes the sheet from underneath her.

Holy shit this bed is cold! It feels like metal and where's my gown? Put a gown on me or are ya going to gawk at me some more?

Singing, "It's just, you and me bay-ay-ay-ay-bee..."

Great! Now he's singing. Where's the doctor?

"It's just you and me baby an' a whole hour to get to know each other" he says leaning over her face and talking to her.

Boy you are one ugly summa-na-bitch and black to boot. What the fuck did you have for lunch you stanky bastard? Brush your teeth and get me the doctor. I wish I could scream or even move a finger. Give this moron some kind of sign. Maybe I can move my eyes.

"Time to get you cleaned up and pretty."

Did you see that? Look here! Did you see my eye twitch? Look here you dumbass! There, did you see my eye? Look, here, dammit! I am alive! I am alive, I just can't move. Maybe my eyes are so dry they aren't moving. I have to do something. Where's that doctor?

"There. Don't want you to catch a cold. You know what they say, 'cold hands, warm heart.'Hah! I made a funny."

What a dick!

What is that? Sounds like water and metal tinkling together. Oh! That water is so nice and warm. It feels so good. Yes. He's cleaning me for my bed. I bet I'm dirty after coming out of that car wreck. Watch your hands you little pervert. Can't say I can blame you though soaping up my tits. They are nice if I do say so myself but they're off limits to you.

"Wish I had a set of these to play with all day. Guess I do for now. Fuckin' awesome tits lady. Momma done fed you right. Wooo! You makin' Jack's big ole stick hard. You are a naughty lil' girl." He continually squeezes and kneads her breasts as his hands slide over them with the soap. The large mountains of flesh are still pliant as he pushes them together to marvel at her enormous cleavage. Her nipples are dark cherry in color and have become distended due to the cool air. He can't resist giving them both a pinch. 

Uhhh. I can't stand it when that sick little bastard tweaks my nipples it sends a shudder down my spine. Yah, a shudder! That's it! Did you see me shudder! Do it again. Oh! Did you see that? I had-to-have-moved-dam-it! Do it again. Wow, that one made me jump! Did you see that?

"Hey lil' lady. You just settle down and let nature take its course. I know ole Jack is quite handy with the ladies but I didn't know I could make a cold one jump. Damn I mus' be good."

He noticed! Thank god he noticed! I have to show the doctor and I'll be out of this place in no time.

"Yah, jus' let ole Jack warm you up for the grand finale. Let me get you nice an' clean before we start to play. Oopps, can't forget your special place. Let me get down there an' take a look see." He steps to the end of the table and eases her legs apart to spray the water onto Janine's crotch. He soaps up his gloved hands and proceeds to work her furry muff into a lather. 

Haven't you had enough? You act like you've never been close to a woman's body.

"That is one fine lookin' pussy. I bet your husband was up in that 3 times a day. Whoooeyy!" He works the lather into the folds of her vagina lips, pushing them back to expose her erect clit. He rubs it in a circular motion as it pushes back against his finger.

Oh what a hog! That fucker is enjoying himself. Oh, my I feel that. Can't he have any decency for a paralyzed patient? (sob) What is wrong with people? Ohh that feels good, dammit. I don't want it too feel good. Not from this pig. Don't you have a girlfriend? Where is that fucking doctor? How can that feel good when I'm in this state? Aren't there other nurses besides him? 

"Let me rinse that off an' get a better look. Oh yah that is one meaty set of lips and look at that big ol' clitty. Bet your husband loved to suck on that fat thing. Just like a lil' cock." He took his other hand and gave her clit a flick with his finger and her body tensed as an erotic jolt coursed through her. He began to slide the hood covering her clit back and forth enjoying the sight.

"Them nerves of yours must still be wired. Probably from some heavy drugs. You doin' drugs little lady? Naughty, naughty." He slid a wet finger inside her vagina. Her wetness and the remnants of the soap and water made a squishing sound.

"I never did drugs you sick fuck. Stop fingering me and look at my chart. We were drinking and that's all!"

"Well maybe you'll like this." He withdrew his finger and picked up her legs by the ankles. With the water acting as a lubricant he slid her body down the cold metal table towards him placing her feet in the stirrups.

What the hell are you doing? Jesus Christ I am not here for your amusement. What do you think I am, a rag doll?

Her sex was fully exposed as he knelt down level with her crotch. "Since you all nice and clean it would be a shame to let that sweet pussy go to waste."

He moved towards her bottom stiffly spreading her legs as far as they would go.

What the hell does he think he's doing? Oh no!

His thumbs spread open her sex as his mouth moved closer until he was within tongue's reach. His wet, pink appendage pointedly touched her exposed clit sending a jolt through her body.

"Well I guess I am magic after all."

Yes! That's it. Did you feel me? I am alive in here. I can feel your depraved fucking tongue you sick fuck! Do it again. Oh yah. Did you feel me?

"You are one hot lady. Your body's so hot it still wants more even now. Let Mr. J take care of that nasty reflex." He began to lick between her legs in earnest parting her stiffening flesh and delving deeper. She was luke warm but he didn't care. No more than any of the other times he'd done it.

He tugged on her labia with his teeth an buried his tongue as deep as he could, "Gotta get you all wet inside for Mr. J's boom stick."

Can you feel me? That's it, keep doin' it. Lick me you sick fuck. Feel my body twitch. I am alive, I am alive dammit! This is sick. What am I doing?

"Damn woman, I swear you getting' wet all on your own. Must be Mr. J's expertise. Damn you sure do got a nice little pussy here. Wonder how many have been her before me? I bet you give it up all the time. Mmmm you taste sweet. I did a nice job cleanin' you up. Maybe your husband would like to join us. He should be 'round here somewhere too."

David. Oh David, I'm sorry. I feel like I'm cheating but I have to. It's my only chance to let this sick pervert know I'm alive. I wish you knew where I was. I love how you took care of me. Yes, that's how I can do it. I'll pretend it's you my love. If I pretend it's you then I won't feel guilty. He has to know, mmmm David. Yes David. That sounds nice. (sob) I love you David, mmmm...

"Sweet momma, you sure are warmin' up to me. Hah, I'm a real comedian. You almost as cold as that table."

Shut up! Just shut up! Get back to what you were doing.

Yes David, that's it. Keep your hot tongue against my button. I love how you suck on it and make it so hard. I feel so hot for you. My kitty's on fire for you David. Lick me David, oh eat me. Make me cum hard. Like never before. (sob) Make him know I exist. Ahhh, yah that's good David. I'm so close David. Can you bring me off David? Huh?

"Well that's enough of that. You must have juice in reserve lady. I ain't never had one so wet before."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You fucking little prick fuck! Why did you stop?

"I swear your face is gettin' flushed Mr. J is so good. Now lets see how ya like this."

I hear a zipper. Oh David I can't hold back I have to let him know I'm alive.

"Damn girl you are clampin' up. Didn't think you were that cold. Let me help you out a little." He took 2 fingers from each hand and pushed them inside her and then pulled her vaginal walls apart in preparation to drive his penis in.

Owwwww... Oh my god that hurt. Can't you be a little gentle you bastard? I'll do it but you need to take your time.

"Lady, you are in for a treat 'cause there's a full moon out tonight and I feel like Superman. I am made of steel and I am fully charged. Fuck! My cock looks extra big tonight." He pressed its large, black head against her labia and forced its girth inside.

Holy fuck what are you putting in me, your arm? Can't you feel my pussy squeezing you. Holy shit he's big. Ahhhhh that big thing hurts.

The further he pushed it in the more he spread the stiff flesh apart.

"Fuck lady! I sure am glad you are wet inside cause I'm feedin' you all my dark meat tonight. Yah that's as tight as a virgin teen. I bet Davey never filled you out like that. Scrawny lil' white boys can't compare to Mr. J."

Oh David. Yes (sob) my sweet David. That's you I feel inside me. You are so sweet and hard. It does feel good now David. You can go ahead and have you way with me David. That's it. Make Mommy cum for Daddy. Make Mommy (sob) cum for this man. He has to feel me bucking against him David. (sob) I feel disloyal but that hard cock feels good. I want to cum so he feels me squeeze him David. He'll have to know I'm alive then. He'll just have to.

"Yah bitch. Take it! Take it! Take my big black cock inside. Let me have those tits. Mmm they are fuckin' nice. Maybe I'll soap them up again and fuck 'em. Do you like pearl necklaces? Bet you do bitch. Bet you'd rather have it on your face though, huh? Big ole thick, white, creamy load all up on your lips. Hot fuckin' lips."

That's it David I'm getting' off on his cock. For you David. For you.

"I'm gettin' close you slut. Wish you could take over and ride me hard. Set down on my pole and feel it way up inside you. Bet you'd like that, impalin' yourself on my stick. Bet-you-would."

David I'm cumming. God forgive me I'm cumming, David. David.... Oh that feels so good I can feel the heat. Do you feel it?

"Baby I'm gonna pump you so full I'm gonna have to clean you up again. Ngghhh that's good. Oh yah. I wish you could feel that hot cum.

I do. I do you sick pig. David help me. I feel it so he must feel me too. So hot and thick in me David. Oh David, love me...

"Oh yah. Shit, look at ya. Cum everywhere you slut. Can't you hold it in? Wow you are hot lady and I just can't get enough of that body." He climbed up onto the table and straddled her groin. His cock was still drooling as he wiped it in her thick bush. His white semen glistened as it clung to her dark pubes while he rubbed in deeper with the head of his penis.

Oh David will it ever end? I'm feeling so sleepy David. He didn't notice. My pussy's so hot. I guess I am not meant to be alive. So hot. I tried David but no one cares. No one can hear me. No one can feel me. No one cares...My eyes, I can't see anymore....

Janine slowly drifted off as her mind quieted for good; but, not before she heard the doors to the morgue burst open.

"Doctor, there she is. Oh my god! What are you doing to her?" the nurse exclaimed.

The orderly sat frozen atop Janine's cold body; his cock in hand, dripping semen and a look of shock on his petrified face. He scrambled off the table to his feet adjusting his clothes as he ran out the door past the trauma team. He wouldn't get far though as security later found him hidden in the corner of the laundry room and his fate was sealed forever.

"Doctor! I'm afraid she's dead. There's no pulse."

"Oh my lord. If those dumb bastards..! If we only had found her in time" he replied.

The other nurse read the chart, "(gasp) Oh my! Here's the problem doctor. Oh my god. This isn't Janine Carter's chart!"

I love you David... 



The Aftermath



Evan rang the doorbell three times before he heard the shuffle of bedroom slippers on the other side of the door. There was a brief silence during which he knew that she was looking at him through the peephole. Finally came the thunk of the deadbolt lock being drawn back. The door opened a few inches, the door chain still in place.

With emphasis on the word you, the woman asked, "What do you want?" 

"A place to spend the night would be good."

The woman unlatched the chain and opened the door part way. "This town has dozens of motels, you know."

"I spend a lot of nights in those, Nikki. I'd just like to stay where someone lives; to hear another person's voice.."

A single lamp covered by a dark burlap shade lighted the room behind the woman. The wallpaper and furnishings were all in tans and dark browns, earth colors. Her russet brunette hair was backlit, creating a faint dark red halo. The only real color came from a deep blue robe that she was wearing. The rest of what Evan saw was like a faded sepia photograph, the colors washed out. Her face was in shadow, but he knew that Nikki's eyes were also blue. Icy blue. 

"The company gives me a housing allowance of $80 per night. I can pocket that if you let me stay here. Besides, it's snowing." He gestured with one arm toward the night.

Nikki opened the door and allowed Evan, carrying his suitcase, to enter. "I want half of the $80," she said.

"Are you serious?"

"Why not? I was called a whore because of what we did. Somehow the idea of you giving me money seems right."

With a wry look as he realized that she meant it, Evan took two $20 bills from his wallet and handed them to her. She stuffed them into one pocket of the robe. After a pause, she said, "I usually have a nightcap about now. You want something?"

"Yes, very much."

"There's a bottle of sherry in the right cabinet. Glasses on the left. While you're getting us a drink, I'll get some cover for the sofa."

By the time she returned from the hallway closet, Evan had poured out two glasses of deep amber sherry and had them waiting on the coffee table. Nikki said, "Here's a sheet and blanket that you can use." She laid them down on the floor next to her entertainment hutch, took a glass of sherry, and curled up on the sofa. Evan reclined on the other end. In the dim glow of the lamp, the room seemed filled with shadows.

"Are you paying Jill her alimony?" she asked, taking a sip.

"Don't really have a choice. They automatically deduct it from my paycheck each month."

"That's good to know."

"Do you ever see her?" he asked.

The air in the room grew chilly. In a low voice Nikki said, "Evan, I haven't seen or spoken to Jill since the night it all happened. I doubt if she'll speak to me as long as she lives. She hates me, way more than you. Don't you understand that?"

"No, I guess not."

Nikki sighed deeply, gazing beyond Evan to the snow falling outside. "She won't even be in the same house with me. Last year she told Mom and Dad that she wouldn't come for Thanksgiving if I was there. So they invited me and she stayed away. Then for Christmas it was her turn. My folks said that I wasn't welcome while she was there. For Christmas, can you believe it? The season of joy."

The room was silent. After a while Nikki said, "The saddest part is that when we were growing up, Jill wasn't just my older sister, she was my best friend too. How we loved each other. Shared all our secrets; there was nothing we couldn't talk about. And now look at us. God, I miss her so much."

Again the room was silent. Then Nikki said, "Evan, do you brag to your friends how you screwed two sisters?"

Evan winced, startled by the brutal words. "No, of course not!"

Gazing into the sherry, Nikki said, "Well, you did. You screwed us in so many ways."

A mix of emotions played across the man's face. Dammit, Nikki, he thought, I didn't force you to do what we did. You were plenty eager most of the time. You were the one who found that secret place in the park where we enjoyed lunchtime picnics and usually a lot more.

But he said nothing, thinking, I'm the guest here. I'm the one who rang her doorbell. But why does she have to reopen these wounds? He stood up and walked to the window, watching the snow swirl down around the pale yellow streetlight. "Nikki, I've told you, and I've told Jill a thousand times that I was sorry. If I say it once again will it help?"

"You know the answer to that."

Evan shook his head slowly. "I'd give ten years of my life if I could make it the way it used to be. Before that night it all started, you remember, when you and I were slow-dancing? Jill and I were so happy those first three years we were married. I'll never understand why that wasn't enough."

Her blue eyes glowing preternaturally, Nikki said, "Tell me, Evan, was there ever a time, even a single hour in a single day, when you really cared for me? When you might even have felt love for me?"

"Yes, of course. Like that summer afternoon at the lake house. I thought that you were just..just," but then his voice trailed off. Old habits are hard to break. After a long silence he went on in a low voice, "no, Nikki, there never was a time."

"So what was I, just a treat for your dick?"

Her words were like glass shattering on concrete. Evan whirled and looked at her, then turned back to the window without saying anything.

"Well?"

Another long silence. "I don't know. I suppose," he murmured.

"I want to hear you say it, Evan. I want to hear you tell me that!"

He turned back to look at her. "Nikki.."

"Say it, dammit!"

In a flat voice he said, "You were just a treat for my dick. That's all."

In one smooth catlike motion Nikki rose from the sofa, stepped to Evan, and threw the rest of her sherry in his face. In a trembling voice she said, "Oh God, how I hate you!" Setting the glass onto the coffee table, she turned and hurried to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it.

Well, it's nice to get a warm welcome back, Evan thought bitterly. He washed his face in the bathroom; then, made up the sofa and removed his shirt and pants. He finally collapsed onto the sheet and pulled the blanket over him. It had been a long tiring day. First the rain and then snow on the interstate, dodging the tractor-trailers. And now this. In a few moments he was asleep.

CHAPTER 2

He slept fitfully, his dreams dark and chaotic. In one dream he could hear Nikki saying, "Evan?" Then he slowly came awake, realizing that Nikki, wearing a white T-shirt that barely covered her hips, was standing over him. "Come with me," she ordered. With that she turned and walked to the bedroom. As she did she pulled the T-shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor.

Still groggy from sleep, Evan removed his own T-shirt and followed her. She was waiting next to the bed, arms folded beneath her full breasts. He eyed her in silence for a moment; then, cautiously embraced her, the warmth of her body against his at once strange yet familiar. He began to kiss her neck, then moved to her cheek, but she turned away.

"Don't bother," she whispered, "lay back on the bed."

Evan did so. Nikki moved between his legs and quickly pulled off his boxer shorts, throwing them aside. Then she knelt and took his cock in her hand and caressed it, finally moving her lips down onto it. He could feel Nikki kissing his cock, now obscured by her head and mane of dark hair. Then came long wet strokes with her tongue; finally she drew him into her mouth.

Evan reclined on his elbows, watching as the woman rhythmically took his cock. Again he was struck by how colorless was the scene. Her dark hair and then her pale wide hips and buttocks, rising like snow-covered mountains beyond a dark forest. Outside he could see more snow falling, so heavily now that the streetlamp was little more than a shadow.

After a few moments Nikki released his cock. He heard her say quietly, "Are you as hard as you can get?"

"Can't you remember?" Evan replied. Suddenly he felt Nikki's teeth on his cock head and braced himself for the pain, even then wondering just how that particular agony would feel. She held him for a few seconds. Then she abruptly rose up and sat astride his torso, pulling the hair back from her face and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"My turn," she whispered. Nikki slid forward until she had straddled his face, cradling his head in her hands. Her clean-shaven labia were almost touching Evan's mouth.

He began to kiss her lips. The juice from her sex, salty and pungent, seeped from the cleavage between them. Evan slid his tongue into her; at once his tongue and lips were inundated with her wetness. Nikki was always this way, he reflected. Kiss her twice and her panties are damp. Two more kisses and she's sopping wet.

He moved his tongue to her already swollen clitoris. With practiced ease he began to lick it, remembering the cold rainy afternoon at Motel 6 when she had taught him just how to pleasure her this way. On that day she had moaned in ecstasy, telling him how wonderful it felt. Tonight the room was dead silent.

Without warning Nikki settled down onto his face, the full weight of her pressing against him. It became a struggle to breathe. Can you suffocate someone this way? he thought. What would the headline read? Woman Faces Charge of Smothering Ex-Lover with Her Genitals. Revenge a Motive in Slaying, Say Police.

Holding his head, Nikki began to rub her dripping wet sex back and forth over his chin and his cheeks. She moved up and glided across his forehead several times, taking her time. Then she slid effortlessly down the cheek and to his mouth again. Now Evan was thoroughly marked by the woman; his whole face glistened with the juices from her sex.

Nikki paused, her nether lips on his mouth for a few seconds, then abruptly rose up and slid down the bed to his waiting cock. In the room's dim light, her body and his cock appeared as two silhouettes, the one now descending to engulf the other. She bent forward, her arms on his shoulder, and began to ride the cock. He raised his hands to caress her pendulous breasts, but she brushed them away.

Evan then pressed his hands into her ripe buttocks as they moved together in perfect rhythm and in perfect silence. Nikki's eyes remained closed. At no time did she look at him or even seem aware that he was attached to the cock.

But after a while she bent forward and held him, rolling them over so that Evan was on top. She placed her heels on the back of his knees in the old familiar way. Once more began the rhythmic motion as he buried his manhood in her, now with ever mounting urgency. Nikki held her face away from him, eyes closed.

Then unexpectedly she seized him and kissed him savagely, thrusting her tongue into him as forcefully as his cock was entering her. Her returned the kiss. At last their bodies were fully joined. Now he experienced the full pleasure of the woman: the taste of her, the feel of her skin, and the scent of Nikki in fierce heat. 

Evan adjusted the rhythm to what he knew would please her most, but he could feel his own passion rising relentlessly. Nearly breathless, he said, "I'm coming." Nikki responded with a guttural sound; he realized after a few seconds that she had said, "Just don't stop!"

Now out of control, Evan grasped her violently as he felt the sweet surge of electricity through him, the semen gushing out of him like a flood. She responded in kind, writhing beneath him, the heat coming off her in waves. 

Just as Evan was at last winding down he realized that Nikki had dug her nails deep into his back. A year ago he would have said Easy babe, don't leave any telltale signs. But now, what did it matter? 

Out of perversity he slowed his rhythm, almost stopping. She pushed him up so that he saw her blue eyes, now dark and angry. In a voice as much animal as human she said, "Don't you dare slow down! Don't you dare!" They had played this little game so many times before.

Evan began to thrust savagely then, bringing her to a climax that seemed endless. At long last she gave voice to her fervor, uttering oh yes, oh yeesss, in the throaty tone that he always heard when Nikki reached the height of passion.

The man and woman afterwards lay for long moments, panting heavily. The air was redolent with the tangy scent of human sweat, of semen, of a woman's musky sex. Evan tried to kiss her, a gentle thank you kiss, but she turned away. 

He knew from experience that they were not finished. Aware of how exquisitely sensitive was her sex at this moment, he ever so slowly thrust his manhood into her, sinking it to the hilt. After a few seconds he gradually withdrew, inch by inch until his cock head reached her labia, then repeated the motion.

In a few moments Nikki's breathing came faster; she held him more ardently. This is exactly what we were doing, Evan recalled, that fateful night when we heard Jill's footsteps in the hall.

He rode up on her slightly to increase the friction on her clitoris, which elicited another throaty yesss. Evan's thrusts became more forceful, in precise step with Nikki's increasing passion. He braced himself for her climax, one that experience had taught him would be long and intense, a perfect storm of carnal and emotional release. 

The woman did not disappoint. When her second climax came she was more animal than ever, digging into his back more deeply, even biting him on the shoulder for good measure. So amazed was he that she could reach such heights of ecstasy that he scarcely realized that he himself was climaxing again. But his own passion seemed minor to hers, like the heat of a candle compared to a blazing furnace.

Still she burned, whimpering, "more, more!" What is it like where she is? Evan thought. What's it like to feel that intensity? Long minutes went by before her breathing began to slow, before her body began to cool. Evan tried to kiss her; again she turned away. He moved down to kiss her breasts, salty with perspiration, finally suckling her still-taut nipples.

He raised his head and saw that Nikki was staring toward the window. He looked, noticing that the snow had almost stopped, now just a few flakes blowing idly around. Glancing back at her, he thought he saw a tear on her cheek, mixed with her sweat. But in the dim light he could not be sure.

In a dull voice Nikki said, "I need to wash off." Evan finally withdrew his cock, and she adroitly rose from the bed, leaving nothing to stain it. She quickly went to the bathroom.

He lay on the bed, listening to the water from the sink, finally the commode flushing. She emerged, picked up her T-shirt and put it back on. She then picked up his shorts and tossed them to him.

"Now go away." 

Evan rose up from the bed. "Don't I even get ..?"

"No, just go away. And close the door behind you." With that Nikki slid under the bedcovers, lying on her stomach, facing the window. The silence in the room was now palpable and oppressive. 

In the bathroom he washed himself off, musing that this was a night of washing off various and unexpected liquids from his face. Once again in his T-shirt and shorts, he returned to the sofa. He was soon asleep, and this time no dreams came.

CHAPTER 3

Evan was awakened by the sound of Nikki in the shower, but as soon as she turned off the water he drifted back to sleep. Then he heard her voice nearby. "Evan?"

He opened his eyes. "Yes?"

"Do you need to take a shower?"

"Yes, I'd like that." He sat up on the edge of the sofa. Nikki was wearing the blue robe again. Her face was shiny, the tips of her hair damp from the shower. 

"Then hurry up and do it. I need you to leave when I leave."

"Can't I just lock..?"

"No, I want you out of here. The sooner the better." 

Evan rose and looked cautiously at her. She returned his gaze with eyes as blue as a glacier and just as warm. He gathered his toiletries bag and clean clothes and retired to the bathroom. When he emerged twenty minutes later, he was wearing a maroon sweater and dark wool pants, rubbing his hand through his straw-colored hair.

The aroma of coffee filled the apartment. Nikki, dressed for work, sat at the table with a cup in front of her.

"That coffee smells good," he said. "Do I have time for some?"

"No, I ...well, okay, but don't take too long."

Evan poured a cup and sat across the table from Nikki. She was wearing a dark pinstripe pantsuit, beneath which was a cream-colored sweater and silver pendant. 

He took a sip of coffee, waiting to open the conversation with an offhand comment about what had happened in her bedroom. Nikki turned and gazed at him again, those cold blue eyes taking him in.

Evan then realized with chilling certainty that to mention the bedroom, or to look at her so as to suggest that he was thinking about what had happened after midnight, would again call down her wrath upon him, worse even than yesterday evening. This time it just might earn him a cup of hot coffee in his face.

Opting for discretion, he glanced out the living room window. "Still snowing, I see."

"Same old Evan," Nikki said dryly. "Nothing escapes your keen eye, does it?"

Evan looked at the woman, searching for a hint in her demeanor that what had happened after midnight still lingered in some way. Is her body language a bit more relaxed this morning? Is she more languid, more at ease in her skin? It seemed to him that she was. But like the teardrop that might have been on her cheek last night, he could not be sure.

What is a woman? he pondered. This morning, Nikki, you're fashionably Ann Taylor, mascara and eyeliner perfect, the right hint of Chanel No. 5. But just beneath all that is a feral animal. I ought to know. So which is the real Nikki? What is a woman? 

After a few moments of silence Nikki rose and rinsed her cup at the sink and turned off the coffee maker. "Let's go," she said. By the time Evan zipped his suitcase shut and put on his jacket, she was waiting at the door, now wearing a dark gray topcoat and black wool beret.

They stepped outside, pausing beneath the covering where Nikki's silver Acura was parked. 

"Nikki.." he said.

She turned to look at him, austere and achingly beautiful. Once again Evan noted the colorless scene: the gray stone apartment building, the gusting snow, Nikki's dark attire. Amid the monochrome setting her blue eyes and red lips seemed larger-than-life. It all looked disjointed, like something Picasso would create.

"I have to come back here six weeks from now, first week of April."

Her blue eyes flashed. "Don't ring my doorbell," she said evenly. "If you do I won't answer."

"Then.. last night...?"

"No, of course not." Nikki looked away, then back to him. "You really don't understand women, do you?"

"I thought that was self-evident."

"It's a shame, Evan. I hope you do someday." After a pause she said, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, as in..?'

"As in goodbye, Evan." With that she got into the Acura, started the motor, and backed out into the snowy lane. Without a backward glance she drove toward the apartment complex entrance. The car became a silhouette and soon disappeared into the blowing snow. 



The Aftermath



A Sequel to "Homerun" by SA222.

You must read SA222's story to understand this sequel.

I, Josh, was up early the next morning preparing for my usual carpooling with Sean and two other guys who lived almost next door to Sean and me. As I washed up and dressed and got my stuff together in my back pack I thought about what happened last night. 

My mind just couldn't get rid of the images of Sean and my Mom.  I was confused. I hated Sean for what he did. I hated him for what he was planning to do , that is, brag at school and show pics of my mom naked and having sex with him. Jeez, how embarrassing to me and my whole family that would be. I could never live that down. Mom would be destroyed and maybe even convicted of some sort of crime. Dad would divorce her and we would have to move away 'cause I could never face anybody in my school again. What a fucking asshole he really was deep inside. I knew he could not be my friend anymore. Those thoughts kept running through my mind over and over again. 

I was really pissed with Sean. Not just for screwing my Mom but for promising her it would remain secret when he was all the time preparing to show the pictures to Jason and then demanding to be paid off on the bet they had going. Jason would be so mad about losing that I'm sure he would do almost anything to get Sean in trouble for screwing my Mom. That meant he would blab the whole thing all around school. Maybe he would even call my dad when he got home. Surely Dad would find out someway or other if those pictures ever got shown. The shit would hit the fan at home for sure. I felt desperate and going down the tube hard.

These other thoughts kept breaking in on my messed up mind.

Was I really a peeping Tom in the making? Was I a real pervert? I really enjoyed the show they had put on. There was no doubt about that. I had masturbated and cum so hard my belly muscles were still sore this morning. Even after last nights powerful hand job and my sore belly, my usual morning hard was extra hard and it led to another jack off before I got out of bed for my usual morning wash up. Now my cock was swollen and really sensitive. My under ware hurt me with every movement.

I was pissed with Mom to for not slapping his face and running him out of the house. I couldn't tell her yet because that would have blown my cover for watching them. On the other hand, I had fantasized about looking at my mom naked and even had thought about having sex with her like Sean had. Heck even Seans mom looked sexy but I would never do to her what he did to my mom. At least, not make pictures and tell her lies like Sean had done. The lies that would destroy his family like he planned, hopefully inadvertently at least. After seeing him with her and knowing what a true asshole he was, I began to think of myself as an asshole for thinking of doing to either of them what he had just done. Man, was I that messed up to. I got this really punk feeling down deep about my self. Was I a man or just another pervert in the making? 

I began to hate myself for how I had thought about seeing mom's tits and more. I had even thought about Sean's mom. I had wanted to see her tits and pussy. Now I was disgusted with myself, yet, I knew I still wanted pussy experience but not with my mom.  I kind of laughed to myself thinking of my mom as a MILF. Well, maybe not for me though. The girls my age began to look better and better even if they didn't know half as much as older women. I was all mixed up. I wanted to learn about "making love" and knew that would have to be with an experienced caring adult but couldn't fancy myself with my mom or Sean's mom. I wanted to be sexually active but not hurt anyone at the time like Sean planned to do. He had probably not thought what telling would do to me and my family. What an ignoramus and piss ant he was.

Dad and I are close and I couldn't bear for him to get hurt because Mom did a stupid thing. Worse, I let her and even enjoyed watching. I could easily have stopped the whole thing by making noises up stairs and telling them I was coming down stairs. I felt terribly guilty for my part in mom getting fucked. Everything was now fucked up. I wasn't feeling guilty for watching or was I. I was thinking maybe I'm going to be a pervert voyeur wimp of a future husband and not a real man. I just wish it had been between Sean and some other woman.  I had got really turned on but now it didn't seem so erotic. I had this awful thought that I could now black mail mom into having sex with me. Oh my gawd, how perverted was I. Still, I just couldn't let Dad get hurt.

Jeez, I had to do something and soon. What could I do. I only had an hour before Sean was going to be showing off those pics of mom naked and Sean fucking her.

I had to hurry so I got dressed in record time and yelled down to mom that I had to go. I ran out of the house with out breakfast and not stopping to close the front door. I did remember my back pack and wallet.

The first thing I had to do was get to Sean before he could show the pictures to anyone, especially Jason. I couldn't tolerate the idea of Sean, in a way, getting paid to fuck my mom. That's what it would be if he won the five hundred dollar bet.

I knew where Sean lived. It was less than a block away from my home. We were friendly but not close friends. Now we were enemies of the highest class. He was planning to ruin me and my family and he didn't care.  We carpooled so we had to get along. As I ran out of my house I turned towards Sean's house. I literally ran to his house and knocked loudly on his front door. I knew his mom was up because the lights were on and it was almost time for all of us to leave for school. His parent were divorced so his dad didn't live at home. Sean's mom was carpooling us this morning so I had to be there anyway. I just got there fifteen minutes earlier than usual.  I had to get to see Sean before we all got in his Mom's car. 

Sean's mom opened right away since I was pounding hard. She invited me in to wait for Sean to come downstairs. I asked if I could go on up to his room and wait for him up there. She called up the stairs and Sean told her to tell me to come on up. He was close to ready to come down.

I bolted up the stairs, taking two or three steps at a time. At the top of the stairs I turned hard right a 180 degrees then down the hall to his bed room and walked in.

"Hey, Sean" I said in a as friendly a voice as I could muster, but I was steaming mad. 

"Listen, I need to talk to you in private up here in the worst sort of way. It wont' take but a minute." I closed his door to the hall.

"I know about you and my Mom last night. I watched. God I was so horny. Damn you are one smooth character. I really have to admire your technique. I was so turned on that I had to masturbate right after you left." I grinned and rubbed my crotch as I spoke. It hurt to rub and I must have scrunched a little. He looked at me in the mirror and sneered a smile as he combed his hair. I had to compliment him so he wouldn't suspicion me for what I was getting ready to do. I wanted to beat him up but now was not the time or place to do that. Later maybe was my thought. I would pick the time and place and catch hip totally off guard. I liked that new idea.

"Jeez, Josh, your mom is one very hot lady. She's the best fuck I ever had. I didn't see you watching us though. How did you pull that off without us seeing you?"

"I laying on my belly looking under the banister of the stairs. I could see almost everything." I laughed at my expertise.  Maybe I'll turn into a real live Peeping Tom." I really was disgusted and ashamed of myself but couldn't let on to anything yet.

I spied his cell phone on the dresser by the door, just a slight hand movement from my right hand. I eased over closer to the phone.  I hoped he had forgotten to down load the pictures already to his computer which was across the room.  

I eased up in front of the phone so he couldn't see me slip it into my pocket.  He hadn't seen me do it. Now I had to get out before he found out I had it.

"Look, Sean, I'll wait for you down stairs. I didn't get anything to eat and your mom offered me a Granola bar and some O.J. I'm going to take her up on that offer. See you down stairs in a Sec." I turned and was gone in a split second.

I didn't stop at the front door but flew on outside to his front porch and flicked on his cell and started scrolling through his pics.  I found them. They were really good and he had a ton of them. I chose the "erase all" mode and flicked through his picture file. It only took me about a minute. I checked to be sure they were all erased. 

I went back inside and asked his mom if her offer of a Granola bar and some orange juice was still good.  She smiled at me and said "Of course". 

While she had her back turned to get the juice out of the refrigerator, I slipped back up stairs to return the phone to its original place on his study table.

Sean saw me put his cell phone back in place.

"Josh, GIVE ME MY CELL!" he growled out an angry shout at me. 

"Sean, I just deleted every picture on your cell. I just couldn't let you show those pictures around school.  GAWD, If you had done that, my whole world would have gone to hell. You never thought how showing those pics would destroy me and my family, did you? Hell no, all you wanted was braging rights on the schools premier MILF. Well, good buddy, you got no proof anymore. What a piss ant you really are." I didn't mention that I knew of his bet

He was now very angry and glared at me. "Damn it, Josh you have to know something. Those pics were worth half a grand to me. I would have shared half with you." I knew he was lying as he frequently did to justify himself.

"Holy shit, Sean, were you going to sell them. What a pile of crap you are. If you had got caught with them you would have to explain about having porn on you cell and taking porn to school and those pics were real porn shots. You would be nose deep in cow shit then , for sure. How dumb are you anyway? You know, I just saved your ass a whole ton of hurt. You should be proud of me for saving your ass." 

Sean's mom called upstairs. "I got your Granola bar and your orange juice ready. Come and get it, We have to get going". 

"Coming" I shouted down the stairs. 

I grinned at Sean. "If I hear that you have bragged about fucking my Mom I'm going to swear that I was there all night with the two of you eating popcorn and watching a movie. That will be the truth.  Another thing, don't show back up at my house for at least another month or you might get your balls battered really , really bad. Oh yea, don't phone her or talk to her. If you do? Well just remember, I can screw your life up in ways you don't even know about. That's a promise that I will definitely keep. My dad's a lawyer and he will gladly screw you royally if you go about spreading lies and rumors that you can't prove and that I can swear never happened. It's all up to you now. Run your mouth, get inot a hell of a lot of legal trouble and lose your balls to. Your choice good friend." I handed him his cell phone. Now it was my time to give him a huge smirk.

With that, I turned and walked down the stairs.

We went to school and hardly spoke. The orange juice was good. It was in a box and the Granola bar was the kind I liked. I felt immensely better. I had destroyed the incriminating evidence. Dad would never know. Our family had been protected by my quick action. Now my thoughts turned to the immediate future. During the day I had time on and off to think and plan.

I decided to talk to Mom tonight. This had to be resolved long before Dad got back in town. I had to formulate a plan to my best advantage. I would not black mail her. That was for sure but she couldn't get off Scot free for what she did. I loved her and didn't want to hurt her but she had to know I knew. I wondered if something was missing with her and Dad's sex life that made her vulnerable to a predator like Sean. I had thought of having sex with her but the more I thought about that the less it appealed to me. She had to be Dad's and Dad's only. That's how a marriage was supposed to be so I wasn't going to be part of taking her.  She had already made a really terrible mistake and if it weren't for my quick and decisive action, she and dad would be having divorce size problems. That would mean that I would have been one of the real losers also. 

But what was I going to say and how was I going to say it. Even more basic, why was I doing this. Jeez, my whole day was messed up thinking about all the ramifications of what had happened and how or even if I could fix it any more. I wondered what mom was thinking. Surely she would know that a piss ant like Sean would go bragging about his conquest. Surely she had seen the cell phone making pics. She must know that somehow or other Dad would eventually find out. Wow, she must be in pure torment. I wondered if she could hide it from us.

I was standing at my locker between classes when Jeff walked by. I hurriedly slammed my locker door shut and twisted the lock. I yelled at Jeff.

"Hey Jeff, just a minute."

"Hey, Josh, I didn't see you. What's up man?" he turned to come back to me.

"Give me a minute please, Jeff. You know what you told me about Sean and Jason's bet. Well Sean was over at my house last night for a while but I was so tired I went to bed. (I had to lie a little to set the stage.) Sean and my mom were downstairs when I went to bed. Could you ask Sean what went on for me. I don't want him to know I know about their bet. You know, I promised you I wouldn't tell but I'm dying to know what went on." (I was going to test Sean.)

"Yea, sure, Josh. I'll get Sean aside and ask him at PE this afternoon. He and I are in the same class so I can get the inside info for you." He smiled. "I want to know to. Jeez, what if he did it to your mom and now has pics. That would be so cool. I know Sean, he won't stop at showing those pics of him with your mom with just showing Jason. Shit, the whole school will know by tonight if he succeeded.."

"Yea, I know, What a pile of shit he is. It will ruin me and my family to and he doesn't care who all will be hurt. Okay, thanks buddy, but be sure not to let on that I told you he was there and or that I asked you. You could ask him if he's going to be coming back if nothing happened last night. Okay?"

I hurried on to class grinning at myself and thinking how I screwed with Sean. Well tough shit. He asked for it and got it. I hope it costs him all five hundred smack-a-roos.

I was going to find out how Sean was going to handle his lost bet and my promise to get him if he told anyone. I knew Sean and Jeff were closer buddies than Sean and me.

Later my mind turned back to how I was going to get the conversation going with mom tonight. I still didn't have a plan. Dad would be back in a couple of days and I wanted this whole thing buried in history long before he got back.

I thought of how turned on I got while I watched the action from the stairs. Then I wondered if mom or dad had any ideas like being watched as a turn on like it did me. We had a good camcorder and I know we all knew how to work it easily. An idea was beginning to form. During the rest of the day it slowly developed.

After school we had ball practice. I saw Jeff, Jason and Sean talking over by water fountain. I was doing laps for messing up in practice so I couldn't always see them very well but they talked about ten minutes because I had done several fast laps around the ball field before they broke up.  After that I didn't see them so I showered and hitched a ride home with a friend. 

When I got home, mom and I talked about what we usually talked about. School, grades and my runny nose which bothered her more than it bothered me. She told me she had picked up s pizza her way home from work. She had some salad and a 3 liter Pepsi light to. I was thirsty and drank almost the whole thing while we ate pizza and talked about when dad was getting home and stuff like that. I was really nervous and couldn't figure out how to tell mom I had watched last night and what I had done today about it.

"How did your day go, Josh?" I had a mouth full of pizza and pointed to my bulging jaws and smiled and chewed faster. I grabbed some more Pepsi to wash it down with. "Don't eat so fast, Josh!" she commanded.

"Hey, I was just trying to be able to tell you how my day went. Some really interesting things happened that you should know about."

"Oh? How could something at your high school be about me unless you got into some sort of trouble. Tell me you didn't get sent home or such." She had a somewhat inquiring yet demanding tone to her voice.

"Relax, mom, If anything I saved the day for you but it cost me. I don't care because I really didn't like Sean anyway. I think he is a pile of cow shit now for what he did and what he tried to do to you."

"Josh, don't use that word 'shit' again. You know better than use that kind of language. Especially here at home." She was turning red in the face with disgust. "So what is this 'saving my day' thing that got you and Sean on the outs?"

"Well, mom, let me start with this morning. You know I ran out of the house without breakfast this morning. Now don't interrupt me by telling me I shouldn't have done that. I got some breakfast at Sean's from his mom." I now saw a way how I could talk to her with a minimum of hurt. 

I had to get over to his house really fast. I didn't sleep much last night worrying about what I needed to do to save your 'ass'. Yea, and I'm going to use that word because that is literally what I did. Don't say anything, mom. " I commanded. "I have to tell you this my way."

I took a drink of Pepsi and looked her straight in the eye. "I had to get Sean's cell phone and erase the pictures he took last night of you and him fucking on the couch." 

She gasped and turned pale.

"Yea, I literally saved your ass, your marriage, our family and everything we have together. What a fool you were and he recorded all." She dropped her eyes. "How much do you know about what we did?" she asked me.

"Mom, I saw it all. Incidentally, you got a magnificent set of tits." I grinned as she looked up at me.

"Oh Gawd" is all she could say as she pushed her plate away and put her forhead on the table and cried.

"Josh, I was such a fool. What can be done now that I made the worst mistake of my whole life and you saw it." She was now crying.

"I have been beside myself with anxiety and worry all day and now I know it was all for real. Everything is gone because of my stupidity". She just sobbed. I felt so sorry for her. I had never seen her cry before. She had always been so strong and so in control and now she was an emotional wreck.

"Mom," I reached over and shook her shaking shoulder. "Hang on, not everything is lost. Listen to what I did to save you and us." She looked up with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"There is nothing that can be done, Josh. Nothing. This is the worst day of my life. I just want to die and disappear off the face of the earth". She laid her head down on the table again, covering her head with her hands, still sobbing.

"MOM, I shouted to her. Listen to me. Everything is not lost. So I saw you fucking with Sean. Big deal. I loved it. You were really good but I knew that Sean was going to brag about it at school I knew I had to stop it. I should have stopped it last night but I wanted you to slap him but you never did. Then I wanted to see you naked, and I did. I had never seen a guy fuck a woman and now I have. I feel terrible for not making a lot of noise so you would stop but I didn't. I'm at fault to. I got to thinking and feeling guilty this morning. But I saved everything, almost. That's just what I did today. Perk up, mom, you're not going down the toilet."




The Aftermath



I went over and sat beside her and put my arm around her. She turned to me and embraced me and we just hugged for a minute as she gasped and whimpered and cried a little more. Finally she began to calm down. I felt her warm breasts pushing on my chest but I didn't get turned on like I had dreamed of. We were family with what could have been a big problem. 

"He promised me he wouldn't tell any one."

"I know, I heard him lie to you. You know boys lie to girls in order to get into their panties. I guess you forgot that. I guess we lie to women to get into their panties to." I just had to say that.

"Not only did he lie to you, he had a five hundred dollar bet going that he could seduce you and prove it with pictures before Dad got back home. That is why he was here all the time and seducing you by telling you how hot you are and stuff. Well, he wasn't lying to you when he was telling you how beautiful an sexy and hot you are and what a great set of tits you sport. All that is very, very true but he was telling you that just to seduce you. Those compliments, however true, were just part of his plan to seduce you, then brag all over school of what he did and prove it with pictures so he could win the five hundred dollar bet. He is the worlds biggest liar and a royal piss ant.. Well I derailed that big time today."

I moved back across the table. "Look at me mom. Stop crying. All is not lost. I deleted his pictures from his cell phone so he has no proof. I told him I was here all night and would tell everyone that nothing like that happened. I'm going to lie about what happened last night if I have to. I don't think Sean will brag about it because he has no proof.  I will tell everyone he is a liar and I promised to get back at him if he bragged. I also told him not to call you, e-mail you, write you or text you for at least a month. Look, everything is cool. What you did was stupid beyond belief. In fact it was so stupid, no one will believe it without solid proof which Sean doesn't have. It's up to you not to let that happen again."

She looked at me. "But you know I'm a slut wife and mother. I really appreciate what you did. It has saved so much but now you know what a cheating wife I really am."

"Mom, have you been doing this all the time?  I don't think so. Last night was obviously the first time with Sean and you were not the aggressor, he was. Yeah, sure, you let him and even got into it after he got you all worked up and hot and stuff but you didn't go looking for it to happen. You just didn't fight him off hard enough. That's not a slut." I saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"Look, mom, you are a real sexy woman with real sexy needs, just like all the rest of us. Let me confess that I masturbated after I watched you and Sean together. I was so hot. I have wanted to see your tits for so long and last night I got to see them. They are magnificent. I'm the one to apologize to you for having thoughts about you. I'm really sorry."

"Mom, dad will never know. It was a one time thing. You and me have a secret we can and will never tell. Everything will be ok." I tried to reassure her.

"Oh Josh, Honey, I owe you big time. I'm so proud of you for what you did to save me and our family. You are a REAL MAN." She put a big emphasis on the 'real man'. I began to feel a lot better about myself and how things were working out.

"Mom, I'm not quite the 'real man' you might think I am. Yeah, I did the right thing about deleting those pictures but I have to admit that I got so horny watching you in action. You know, I have never been with a girl sexually, so I'm not a 'real man' that way. I'm a masturbating virgin at seventeen and three quarters." I regrettably confessed.

"Josh, don't think badly about yourself that way. Being a virgin isn't bad and everybody masturbates. I do and I know your dad does." she lamented.

"Mom, if you and dad masturbate, doesn't that mean that neither of you are getting enough from each other? I thought getting married meant that you got enough sex so you never had to masturbate again. I mean, hey, your wife is the woman who is supposed to spread her legs for her man whenever he needs. Isn't that the way marriage is supposed to be?" I inquired expectantly. "Is there something wrong between you and dad? Gosh, if you let Sean seduce you and you masturbate then dad must not be anything of the man I thought he was. I just assumed that you two had all the horny taken care of 24 /7 by the other?  What's going on? Or rather, what's not going on in your bedroom?" I looked her in the eye. She began to tear up again.

"You're right, Josh. Your dad and I just don't have the fire we once had. Last night with Sean, I got so worked up and horny. Dad hasn't seduced me like that in over ten years. Sometimes I think maybe I'm not good enough for him in bed any more." She sniffled and went to the kitchen to get tissue.

While she was in the kitchen I heard herself washing her face. This gave me time to think about how things were going and what else I wanted to say or do. I decided that mom had been vulnerable because dad wasn't paying enough romantic attention to her. Our class in human sexuality at school taught us that sex in a long term marriage has to be continually renewed, upgraded and spiced up to keep it fresh. It looked like the books and teacher were right. Our family almost fell apart because mom and dad didn't do that. Apparently both were sexually frustrated and communications had broken down. Nevertheless, I wanted something in reward for my saving action and mom had just promised to do anything for me. I wondered if that included her teaching me about real sex using her own body? I tossed that idea around a little but felt I just couldn't do it with her even though I had previously even masturbated thinking of her. That was now a kind of fading fantasy. Mom came back into the room. I was munching on the last piece of cold pizza when she sat down.

"Josh, men and women masturbate for different reasons not just because they are sexually frustrated." This was her statement that reopened our talk.

"But you and dad aren't getting it on enough for either of you, are you." I made my question a statement. "So for you, at least, you are at least partly frustrated. Am I not right?" I grinned to lighten up the discussion and at my mature classroom acquired insight.

"I guess you are right, Josh. My goodness, what am I doing talking about my sex life with my teenage son?" She mused quietly as if I was not supposed to hear that.

"Mom, did you really mean that you would do anything for me as a reward for saving you?" I lowered my voice on the last word.

"Josh I am really indebted to you, Just name your price and I'll try to make it happen. You know I don't have a lot of money and I can't tell your teachers to give you all A's so your request has to be within my ability to make it happen." She glanced at me and gave me a demure smile. I was glad to see her smiling for the first time since we got started.

"Okay," I told her. "Here I go. You have to help me with this. I don't want to be the person to make things worse now that it's looking pretty good for us. You and I have to have our secret, agreed?" 

"Agreed, neither of us can ever say anything about that again." Her tone was emphatic.

"You mean to anyone else, don't' you, mom. It's just between you and me, right?"

"Yes, but the best thing is for us not to say anything about it even to each other. At least certainly not if someone else might overhear us. Preferably we should just not say anything to anybody, even to each other about Sean and me last night." 

"Mom , I can't forget what I saw or what my reaction to it was. First I got horny as hell then later, got angry at Sean and you also for my letting you and him. I'm not angry at you anymore. I'm still angry at Sean but I think he has enough sense, if not pride, to keep his mouth shut. I agree to never come even close to letting it out."

"Now" I took a big breath and let it out slowly and looked at my beautiful mom. "Now I hope no to get in trouble by asking you this. Please don't shout at me or hate me but I just need to ask this favor from you. I want to learn how to be as smooth as Sean was. I want to experience learning personally how to really make a woman feel good sexually. I want to learn before I fall in love with the girl who will be my wife. Will you teach me? I saw how Sean apparently pushed all your right buttons and how your face got flushed and how your hips moved automatically. I want to learn how to do that. How can you teach me without messing us up or what you have with dad? I don't want to make things worse."

"We will have to think about how to do that. I knowthat having sex with you is a bad idea." She reached over and held my hand. "I could teach you how to kiss but not anything else. I've learned my lesson about going any farther." She squeezed my hand appreciatively with a smile. "Lets think about alternatives. I was relieved that she had set boundaries not to be exceeded again.

"I have an idea, mom. Maybe we could help solve two problems with one idea put into action?" I put both hand on the table and took her other hand in mine. Now we were sitting with both hand occupied with the others. Her hands were warm where I could tell earlier they had been cool and sweaty with anxiety and fear. I continued.

"You and dad need to spice up your sex together, and soon. I want to learn about sex but I won't go to a porn shop or by porn videos. They are not for me. How about I help you set up the video in your bedroom and take a video of you and dad making out? I think that would be so sexy for you all and for me. Besides, it would be a way of dad teaching me. He hasn't said anything to me about sex ever. Of course dad would never know that I would see the video. In fact he doesn't even need to know he is being shot. I can rent some really cool micro cameras that he will never see and record it to my computer on a disc.  Then you could , later, go over it with me and tell me what was not so good, what was good and what was best and what you were feeling at different times. How would that be?"

"I'm not sure about that, Josh. I'm just not sure. Having one secret kept from dad is bad enough. I'm not sure about keeping another from him is a good thing." She was in deep thought.  I seized on her lack of denial as a positive sign.

"Mom, I'm not asking for a long term thing. Maybe just one or two times so you can show dad your stuff. It would help you all and me to. I need to know what to do and what not to do with my hands and lips with a girl. You all are pretty much alike, aren't you? I mean like playing with the nipples is a pretty universal way to more, isn't it. It's how to do it and what to do before, during and after that I need to see and experience. I want to be the best thing my future wife could ever have as a lover. You can help me , please?" I pleaded with a somewhat devious sense of pleasure as I wanted to have sex with girls my age and appear to be a very experienced and talented partner in bed. 

She was deep in thought.

"Remember, you promised me 'anything'.  This 'anything' is something you can deliver and it will help both of you.  After we get several videos that I can keep secret, you can talk to dad about doing the video with our family camera just for you and him.  I bet that would be a huge turn on for him. I think he has a little bit of exhibitionist in him. I bet he would love to see you masturbate to. Our teacher says that's common among married people who enjoy different and exciting sex. I bet you could turn on dad with just a little teasing and masturbation. Wouldn't that just turn you on to so wee him getting hot and horny for your body." I was laying it on best I could.

"Okay. Josh, we will do it. Two secret videos first, and only two. We will review the videos and I'll instruct you on everything you see. The good , the bad and everything in between." She smiled broadly and winked at me. "Then I'll seduce dad into making our own videos. That just he and I will enjoy to spice up our lives. Yea we just may be on to something good for all of us. We have a plan. I have another idea that I need to check out before I even mention it to you."

"It's time to get to bed, Josh." She got up. As she did she came around the table real close to me as I getting ready to go up stairs to bed.

She put her arms around me gently and pulled me close to her warm body. I felt her tits pressing on my chest. My arms automatically went around her body.

"Josh, right now, your lessons begin. I am going to give you lesson one in kissing."

She moved her face to mine and our lips touched. Hers were warm and soft. She moved her lips lightly back and forth across mine only a fraction of an inch. The vibration and the slight pulling of my lips as she moved on my lips was wonderful. We broke off the kiss. She smiled as did I. Then she brought her hands around and up to my cheeks. Now her warm palms were on my cheeks. She gently pulled my face to hers so our lips pressed together again. My hands fell to her hips as she pushed her lower part of her body up against me, as if I had been pushing her to me, but I hadn't. Our bodies below our belly buttons touched and pressed together. Our lips met and some more pressure developed between our lips. My lips were closed. I felt her mouth open slightly then her tongue tip slipped out and ran back and forth across my lips and closed mouth. My lips parted as she pushed her tongue into my mouth just a little. I smelled her breath and felt the warmth and moisture of her breath on my face. Her eyes looked into mine as her tongue flipped in and out of my lips. I took the hint and pushed my tongue against hers. Then her tongue began to make circles around my tongue. Our tongue played. I loved it. I began to get a boner as she rubbed and pressed on my body. My hands ran up and down her back as if someone else was doing it. Our breaths were coming faster and my skin felt warm and tingly. Certainly my heart was racing . My cock hardened more. It was caught sticking straight up between mom's lower stomach and mine. I was becoming embarrassed as I knew she could feel my erection. 

She broke the kiss and backed away.  My heart was racing as my hands moved to the side of her hips. 

"That's 'kissing 101, lesson one and two. I guess I got a little turned on and went beyond the lesson plan for this first lesson." She grinned broadly.  "You can see how kissing can get things started." She paused then continues wistfully.  "So be very careful.  Remember, an erotic kiss is most natural when you have been talking or teasing a little about sexual things. Real kisses don't start with the lips. They hve to be in context. A little prior flirting and erotic conversation is where the effectively seductive and erotic kiss really begins." 

"Now get on up to bed." She pushed me gently backwards. "We have a lot to be thankful for and much to regret and never do again. I love you Josh. I love you as a son, as a friend who saved me and as the man you are and will be. Good night and thanks again."

I headed up to bed with a boner, a big smile and peace in my heart. 

In the days and weeks ahead, I knew life would be much better. Even my cock was feeling better already.

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Thanks for reading. If I get some positive comments, another chapter or two could appear. Readers, please give me some of your ideas to incorporate in chapter two. Things could get hot. Let me know. What do you think his mom has in mind for the further education of her son? What happens at school the next day? Can mom control Josh's education?



The Aftermath



It was only a few minutes after my wife's scream that she came down into the kitchen looking like a float rejected by the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I didn't expect such a quick turn around and it actually disturbed me that she wasn't a raving maniac, but she came into the kitchen with an absolute look of defeat on her face. Now I'm worried I went too far. If she came down with a renewed sense of "I'm gonna get you for this motherfucker" I know I still had a wife and she was up for the fight.

I know that sounds crazy to all of you, but you have to know that if someone quits fighting for something then that person no longer cares. I wanted a wife who wanted to fight, for herself, for me and for our marriage. But instead she sat across from me at the kitchen table looking down at her feet.

I knew I had to get her involved again. So I got up and poured her a cup of coffee setting in front of her still wary about her throwing right back in my face; maybe she was playing possum. Instead she gingerly picked it up and took a sip like any other day. Now I was starting to get scared. Just in case I stood between her and the carving knives. 

"Thank You honey. The coffee tastes great." 

"You're welcome. Are you OK? Do you want me to pack up and leave?"

Her head snapped up looking at me with tears running down her face, "Please God no! I can't live without you. Don't leave me please!" as she threw herself at me again just like last night. I held her tightly talking quietly telling her I would stay. Her crying eventually subsided as I guided us both back to the kitchen table with her sitting on my lap.

"So what happened? A few minutes ago you screamed like a banshee calling me a 'fucking bastard' and know you're acting like your cat just died."

"To be honest, a few minutes ago I had the thought of strapping you down to the bed and ass raping you with the largest dildo I could find." The smile on her face scared me. "But if we don't stop now, we won't have a marriage. I really don't want to fight anymore and after the sex last night, I remembered how you and I matched up in that department. It's been a long time since we have had a sex life and I want it back." She took another sip of coffee, "So what do we do now?" she asked.

I placed a bottle of rinse treatment for her hair on the table in front of her, "First you go upstairs and rinse that crap out of your hair and get your self back to the beautiful looking woman I have loved for so many years. Then we go out to breakfast and talk."

"You mean this mess will rinse right out?"

"Of course. It's essentially nothing more than a strong water color paint. You didn't think I would do anything like this permanently and humiliate you, do you?"

She nodded her head as a new round of tears fell, "After everything I did to you, yes because I know I deserved it."

"Yes, you did deserve it. But we both know this all has to end. This is me ending it on my end. Do you promise me it has stopped on your end?" Again she pulled herself into burying her head into my neck as she nodded. "OK then. Go upstairs and take care of yourself." She gave me a deep hard kiss on the lips, told me she loved me and went up to the shower.

When she came back down she was dressed looking as beautiful as ever smiling hesitantly. She walked over to me, "Thank You for giving me my hair back and I promise, I will make it all up to you."

"How about we start with breakfast and make it up to each other?"

"OK, let's start with that." 

It was a short drive to the restaurant. We both had the morning special. The meal proceeded quietly both of us afraid to start the conversation. It's a hell of a thought when you discover you're afraid to talk to your spouse, "Oh hell honey. What happened to us? We're sitting here scared to talk to each other. Why?"

Her eyes agreed, "Maybe we're afraid of making things worse." As tears fell down her face again, "I'm afraid you're gonna leave me. After I super glued your penis to your belly, I thought it might stop your drinking. Face it honey, you hit the bar pretty damn hard there for a while. Yes, you didn't come home drunk, but you went out every night for a week straight while I was at home worrying about you. After the first blow up things were good for a few weeks then when you out again, got stumbling ass drunk and took that taxi home. I had to act the only way I knew how. It helped my dad so I hoped it would help you.

"What do you mean it helped your dad?"

"I've never told you because by the time you and I met my dad no longer abused alcohol. But my dad had a drinking problem for a long time. My mom made multiple attempts to get him to quit, but nothing worked. The last thing she tried was super gluing his penis to his belly. His experience with getting himself unglued was very unpleasant. It knocked some sense into him and he went to rehab. All I wanted to do was to get you to stop drinking."

"If you're that afraid of alcohol abuse why did you go drinking with the girls and why the hen party?"

"The drinking was guilt. Pure and simple guilt. I knew I pushed things too far when you moved out of our bed and refused to talk to me. I self medicated and tried to deaden the pain. I was wrong, way wrong. The hen party I have no excuse for. After you went to the hospital and why, it spread like wild fire and one of our friends heard about it. That friend call others and they all came over to laugh at you with me but as soon as you came home it all ended, badly."

Trying to lighten things up, "Well I'm glad I didn't use the super glue on you because of your drinking. Could you imagine the emergency room doctor's reaction if you had to go in and get undone? Then think about what would've happened and you come home to a room full of men. You would've killed us all and ended the cock party in a bloody fashion." We both seen the humor in that and chuckled.

"I'm so sorry honey. I'm so glad I didn't hurt you and I promise that you will benefit from my continued guilt for many years to come...if you'll still have me."

"I had you three times last night and I'm in no mood to slow down now. I'm not going to leave, so please stop worrying. However we do need to get a few things straightened out. Like why you've been such a bitch to me when you know what kind of hell I've been going through at work. Why didn't you help me instead?"

"That's the part I don't understand. All I know is when you needed me most I failed you and now after you lost your job and I had to start working all those extra hours, I failed us by handling it so poorly. What do we do now? I can't keep going like this. It's just too much. We're gonna lose the house and everything else aren't we?"

"No honey we're not." Time for me to tell all, "Actually honey, I lied to you about the job."

"What? What do you mean? Why would you do that?"

"I wanted you to know what I was going through. I needed you to feel what I've been feeling so you would find your way back to me or at least appreciate me a little more."

"Well it sure as hell worked. Now what is going on with your job?" At least she held her temper.

"I was promoted, given a pay raise and time off so I can recuperate from the shit that bitch of a boss put me through. I actually think the company is trying to save their ass from a hostile work environment lawsuit. Either way we're not going to lose the house. With my raise we've never been in a better place financially. It's just our marriage I'm worried about."

"Maybe we're not as bad as we think. When it all went to shit, instead of running away we stayed and gave each other a major attitude adjustment. That's gotta mean something."

"Yeah, maybe you're right on that point at least. But I can't go back to you using super glue on my dick because I have a drink or me putting some sort of guilt trip on you because you take me for granted. There has to be a better way and I want my wife back the way we were before."

"I'm still here and always will be. Yeah we both fell down when things got hard and did things that didn't help, but we didn't quit on each other. That's the important part in all this."

"OK, I can agree with that. So what do we do now?"

"First you finish your coffee, then we go home, get naked and have some serious make up sex. After, we talk some more. Then more sex. Eventually I want to talk about having a baby, please honey."

"OK. We've talked, next make up sex and then we talk some more. We have to promise each other here and now that we talk from now on. I don't think our marriage can take another round of what has happened these last few months. All I know is I can't"

My wife studied my eyes and I could tell she seen the worry in them. She gently reached up and placed her hand along my cheek and promised never again. I in turn made the same promise.

The rest of the day was taken up with great sex and talking. We did discuss having a baby but only after we both felt we were truly past what happened. Neither of us wanted to bring a baby into our marriage while we still had issues. Besides I still had to get settled in my new job and control myself from over doing it.

We ended up making it through all the rough stuff and our marriage survived. Our baby girl was born 17 months later.

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For all of you out there who didn't like these stories, that's OK. I knew it wouldn't be taken well by everyone and some of you have been pretty harsh in your criticism. I'm also aware that many of you disliked how I chose to end this tale. But I'm a sucker for a happy ending.

It's not uncommon for a couple in a relationship to find themselves in a rough spot realizing they have been their own worse enemy. Both have the ability to wake up and do the right thing to save their marriage. That's what I wanted to relay here.

For those of you out there who hated my ending, I invite you to write your own. I especially want you anons to stand up quit bitching and open yourself up to the same consideration you've shown me.

Remember, it's just a story.