0 comments/ 20656 views/ 1 favorites Forgive Me By: jeninifer She waited for him in the white satin robe that he loved. Jennifer wanted Darin to find her looking the way he loved to see her. Beautiful. Comfortable. He always marveled at the way that she could make the most casual clothes look fantastic. She sighed at the thought of him and tucked her legs up under her body and waited for him. Darin walked around the office; flicking lights off and making sure all the computers were shut down. He locked the doors up tight and made his way to his car. He looked back at the huge building sitting against the dark sky and felt so proud. He worked so hard for so long and finally has something to show for it… a college professor. Jennifer walked to the window and looked out, anticipating Darin. She walked through the house and made sure everything was perfect. She looked at the house and smiled, they really did such a great job on it. Her and Darin did a lot of the work themselves and their families helped out a lot. They were lucky, very lucky. Darin rounded the last corner and saw his house sit massively against the sky. The lawn was well manicured and it looked so friendly. The size and all of its luxuries didn't take away from the comfort. She recognized his headlights coming up the drive. She smiled and breathed in deeply. She is also so excited to see him after all this time nothing has changed. She sat on the couch and waited for him. He parks in the garage and comes in through the side door. He can see her on the couch looking towards the front door. He chuckles because he knows she's waiting for him to come through that door. He sneaks quietly across the floor and comes up behind her. Slowly lowering his head he plants soft kisses on her exposed neck and shoulder. "Mmm… honey, you're home," she moans as her arms slip up and around his neck. "Yes, baby," he says between kisses, "I'm home." Jennifer tightens her grip on Darin's neck and pulls him onto her. "You know, she says… I had planned a surprise for you, but this wasn't exactly it." He sits up on her and unknots the belt of her robe. As he slips the belt through the loops her robe falls open and exposes her swollen breasts. She leans up just a bit and lets the robe fall off her shoulders. Darin leans into her and takes her nipples into his mouth. She throws her head back in passion and closes her eyes as she feels his hot mouth on her and his strong arms supporting her back. His mouth moves fast on her breasts as if he can't get enough of her. Her skin is sweet and soft in his mouth and she tastes beautifully. He breathlessly lies her back on the couch and looks at her. "Baby!" she says in complete shock. "You are so amazing and I love you madly." She grabs his neck and pulls herself up to him and kisses him as wildly as she sucked her nipples and kissed her breasts. She throws her weight to him and nearly topples him over. "Jen!" Darin moans loudly, "what are you…" She silences him with her mouth and slides her body on top of his. She unbuttons his shirt quickly and laughs as a few pop off and land on the floor. "I guess I'll be doing a little sewing later," she laughs as her mouth licks his chest and her fingers gingerly unbutton his jeans. She lingers for so long on his chest and stomach. "Mmm… honey," she growls as she slips his pants down to his ankles and exposes his beautiful cock. "Have I ever told you that you have the most beautiful cock in the world?" He begins to talk again and she silences him with her mouth. She grinds her wet pussy into his leg as she kisses his mouth and caresses his body. His hands find her ass and help her move up and down onto him. They kiss and rock together for what seems like hours. She reached down and helps herself to his thick cock. Taking it into her hands and guiding it to her pussy. She wets it between her lips and rolls it on and around her clit. Jennifer sat herself up on her knees and hovered over Darin. Looking down on him, she held his eyes with hers and smiled. "Oh, how I love that smile, baby," Darin said as he caressed and touched Jennifer's body. She closed her eyes loosely as she fell with all her weight onto his cock. Slamming into her with much force, Darin grunts softly and holds her tight. The shock of him inside of her overwhelms her and she breathlessly begins to writhe all around his cock. He is amazed by her passion and loses himself in her. He lifts her body gently and sits up, his back now against the couch. She smiles at him and wraps her long arms around his neck, leaning into him and pressing her forehead to his. She looks into his eyes and he stares back into hers as she grinds and grinds onto him. His cock going wonderfully deep inside of her. She feels his hands on her ass and thighs. "Mmm…Darin," she whispers into his ear, "fuck me. I'm begging you to fuck me." He grabs her waist tightly and begins to meet her thrusts digging his hips into her as her thighs squeeze against his body. Lifting her and watching her, Darin begins so suckle and bite her breasts. Her head falls back and her hair falls off her shoulders. His cock goes deeper and deeper into her with each movement. His mouth finds her collarbone and then her neck. Kissing and licking her as if his thirst for her could never be quenched. Jennifer slows down the pace a bit and just slowly, slowly rolls around in Darin's lap. She takes his face in her hands and just stares at him while his cock rolls around in her. She can feel him swelling in her, growing larger and larger as their passion increases. "I love you, precious," she whispers lightly in his ear, tracing her finger along his jawbone. Jennifer continues to speak into Darin's ear, "I love how you make love to me and you make me feel so beautiful." She sees him blush and he tries to quiet her, but she won't hear of it. "You are a fantastic lover, Darin," she moans as his cock rolls around in her wet pussy. "I can't take much more of this," Darin says to her, "you are making me crazy." Knowing how passionate he is and wanting to make his orgasm phenomenal she begins to be a little more explicit. "Darin," Jennifer says breathlessly, "I want you." "My god, Darin, I want to feel you explode into me… all your hot cum shooting into me." She hangs her head and looks at him through the top of her eyes, grinding into him and squeezing his cock as tight as she can. He begins to pump her, harder and harder. His breath turns to gasps and his thrusts are short and deep. "Stop." She says. "I can't…" Darin tries to get words out, but she won't let him. Her mouth his hot and hard on his, biting his lips, sucking his tongue. "Don't cum," she says in a sinister voice. "You aren't allowed." "What?!" Darin says in disbelief, "Not allowed?" He begins to fuck her madly, crazily. He watches her bounce up and down and her breasts rise and sink with her breath. Jennifer stops moving and squeezes Darin with her thighs. "I said stop," she said, grinning at him. She reaches back and slips a hand beneath her, cupping Darin's balls and pulling softly. He lets out a loud squeal and looks at her. "Do as I say," she tells him, leaving his cock in her. "Do not cum yet." Darin is turned on by her control and his cock swells and throbs, almost like an ache, a pain, but much better. Jennifer feels his cock growing in her and wants so bad for him to fuck her and cum inside of her, but at the same time she wants him to have an orgasm that he could never forget. She takes his hand in hers and runs it along her body. "Darin, I want you to rub my clit," she instructs. "I want you to do it like this," she says, taking his finger and showing him how. "Touch my lips and between them," she says, gasping at his touch. "Barely rub your finger over the top of my clit, tease it." "Tease me, Darin," she says in a sultry voice. "Then press harder, in circles." "Tease my pussy, Darin," she says, shoving his hand between her legs. "Put your fingers into me." She helps him touch her. Showing him how and teaching him. He always touches her in the right places and always makes her feel fantastic, but the idea of being in control and telling him what to do excites her. Jennifer takes Darin's hands into her and pulls them away from her clit. She slips them up her body and cups her breasts. Then she guides his hands to her mouth and takes his wet fingers into her, tasting herself. "Kiss me," he says, "let me taste you from your lips, Jennifer." She leans into him and kisses him madly, pressing her lips firmly to his, tasting his tongue and her pussy together. "I love you, Darin." She says, "so much." Jennifer slides Darin's thick cock out of her and falls to the floor between his legs. "Baby," he groans, "oh wow, baby." She begins to suck and lick her wetness from his cock. Biting his cock through her lips and pressing her tongue hard on him she devours his cock. "Mmmm…. Darin," she moans loudly, "I LOVE having your cock in my mouth." She cups his balls in her free hand and begins to caress them with her thumb. Letting his cock slip past her tongue and into her mouth, she swallows when the head reaches her throat. "Baby," he says sounding shocked, "I love THAT." His fingers lace through her hair and he holds her head as she slides up and down on his cock. She slips him out of her mouth and says, "I love YOU." She climbs back into his lap and whispers, "I want you to cum inside of me, Darin." "I want you to make love to me until you cum inside of me." "I want to take all of your cum into me," she says, "give it to me." Darin lays her down softly and spreads her legs wide. Caressing her things and her belly, he beings to make sweet love to her. Jennifer lies back and relaxes, taking her breasts in her hands and smoothing them. Rubbing her palms in her nipples as Darin begins to enter her. "Your cock is so wonderfully hard, Darin," Jennifer says sweetly, "I love it." She runs her hands all over his chest and then takes them back to her breasts. Touching him. Touching her. Feeling him inside of her. "Tell me, Darin," she asks quietly, "tell me how your cock feels in me. I want to know how you feel in me." Darin moans with delight, "Baby, you make me feel beautiful. That's how I feel in you. Beautiful. Perfect." Jennifer reaches down and rubs her clit as Darin slips in and out of her. She can feel him getting close and wants to cum with him. Her clit trembles at her touch and her belly quivers. Her pussy clamps down tightly on Darin's cock and a surge rushes through her nipples. "Oh Darin," she nearly screams. Jennifer's hands clasp Darin's ass cheeks and helps him into her. Slamming into her he can feel his balls tighten and his cock swell. A fantastic rush of wetness surrounds Darin's cock as he erupts into her. She grabs him tightly with her own orgasm, taking all of his cock and his cum into her. He kisses her wildly as their bodies fall limp. Sweat runs between her breasts and with a swipe of his tongue, Darin laps it up and ends his lick at her nipple. His head falls to her chest and she runs her fingers around in his hair. Kissing his forehead she tells him, "Darin, you are so sexy and I love you so much." He sighs and smiles. Sweat dripping from his brow. He's so out of breath he just nods and kisses her breasts. "Now for that surprise, love," she says forcing him up off of her. "But honey…" he whines. Smiling, she takes his hand, "I think you'll like it." Jennifer wraps her robe around her and makes a tight not with the best around her waist, not bothering to lace it through the loops. She guides him to their master bathroom and opens the door. The scent of vanilla and roses drifts out the door. "What have you done, honey?" Darin asks. He reaches for the light switch, but Jennifer stops him. "Wait, honey," she says reaching around in the darkness. A match lights and Darin catches a glimpse of their bathroom. He sees more candles and his eyes follow Jennifer as she lights more. The bathroom fills with dim candle light and the scent of roses and vanilla is light. "I love those smells together, baby," he says. "Smells good, doesn't it?" she agrees. He looks into the tub and notices the jets are lightly rolling the water around. The bubbles catch the candlelight and toss it around the tub. Fresh as well as dried rose petals litter the water. "Baby," Darin says looking at Jennifer in the candlelight, "you are precious." She winks at him and leads him to the tub. She holds his hands as he steps in. The warm water mingles between his toes and his nearly hot on his thighs and sensitive cock. Darin reaches up for Jennifer's robe belt and she stops him. "No, honey," she stops him, "just you." With a confused look Darin asks, "You aren't coming in?" Jennifer smiles widely and says, "No, baby. Just you." She kneels next to the tub and begins to wash him. "Baby, no," Darin tries to stop her. "No," she says, grinning, "Darin, I want to." Jennifer kisses Darin's mouth and begins to run a soft cloth over his body. Tenderly washing him and gently scrubbing. Letting the warm water fall over his neck and back. Rinsing off anything bad that may have happened to him that day. " I love you, baby," Jennifer whispers running the hot cloth over his back. Darin's face meeting hers he plants a kiss on her cheek, "I know you do, baby, I know you do." Jennifer rinses him and helps him out of the tub. Starting with his hair she dries him with a soft fluffy towel. Running it over his strong arms and his belly. Down his thighs to his toes she pats and dries. She stands before him, he's naked, and she's in her robe. They gaze at each other until he reaches for her face to kiss her. He lifts her head slightly and bends just a little to meet her lips. She pulls away and smiles, reaching out for his hand. She turns and leads him into their bedroom. He sees the same fresh rose petals sprinkled about their bed and onto the floor. "Baby," Darin begins, "you spoil me." Jennifer laughs and replies, "Baby, you deserve it." She turns and sits Darin on the bed, he pulls her to him, parting her robe and kissing just below her belly button. She leans over and kisses him and pushes his shoulders back, sliding him up the bed. She sits to the side of him and slips the belt off her waist, running the soft satin on his body, his entire body. She reaches under the bed and pulls out a bottle of massage oil. Warming it first in her hands she begins to work his legs and thighs, she caresses and rubs him deep and hard. Planting little kisses before each of her touches she notices his cock begin to quiver and swell. "Roll over," she tells him, "let me get your back." She starts to rub his neck and shoulders with the oils, but just lets it run out on his back. Massaging down his back and to his butt she drags her tongue teasingly between his cheeks. The pads of her fingers dig deeply into his legs as she strokes his thighs and calves. She ends at his feet, caressing the ball of his foot and digging her finger deep into the arch. Rubbing between each toe, she gently lifts his leg and begins to kiss his ankle. She plants little, sweet kisses up one leg and down the other. She gently rolls him over and climbs on top of him. She takes his hands in hers and raises them over her head. Quickly, she reaches for the belt to her robe and binds his hands together and then to the headboard. "You still love me?" she asks, grinning mischievously. "Maybe," he chuckles, wondering what she's up to. She stands on the bed and towers over him letting her robe fall onto him. Her beautiful breasts hang wonderfully on her body, her skin creamy and taut and her beautiful pussy trimmed neatly. Standing over him, she begins to touch her breasts and her stomach. Pulling on her nipples with her fingers and moaning at the painful pleasure. Darin's cock grows large between his legs and he tugs at the belt to free his hands, wanting and needing to grab his cock and stroke it as he watches her. "Honey," he says almost begging, "please free my hands." Jennifer ignores him and continues to enjoy her body. She sinks to the bed gracefully and sits before Darin. She spreads her legs so wide and begins to fuck herself with her fingers. With her own hands, touching, entering, and feeling. Her pussy is wet and Darin can see the drips escaping between her lips falling to her thigh and then disappearing in a wet streak. Jennifer reaches between her legs and catches a drip of her pussy with her finger. Leaning forward she gingerly touches her fingers to her lover's swollen cock, watching the pre-cum pour out at her touch. She looks Darin in the eyes and drags her wet finger down the length of his cock. "Baby," she says, "I love you." Darin wants to reply, but his cock aches so bad he can't speak all he can do is watch her. Jennifer fucks herself faster and harder with her fingers. Her hand disappears between her lips as her fingers get deeper. Her body is thrusting at her hand and Darin can feel the bed move with each of her thrusts. She gets louder and louder and he can't take his eyes off her. She seems to not know he's there as she reaps the pleasure from her touch. Her head flies back and one hand reaches for the bedpost for support. Darin tries to free him arms to help her in her wonderful experience, but he can't get free. His cock is big, hard and aching. He wants to cum, he wants her to cum. His mind is racing as he watches her, wanting to enjoy her, but dying at not being able to touch himself. He can't recall his cock ever feeling this way. He stares at his cock, watching it swell and throb, wondering what he can do for it. He watches her, waiting for her to cum and hoping she'll touch him. He hears a squeal and looks up as Jennifer's pussy begins to pour onto their bed, her fingers still working hard and fast, not wanting it to end. She falls back in pleasure, her legs still spread and her lips so wet. He can smell her and his cock is absolutely screaming for someone's touch. She leans up, sweat dripping from her breasts to her belly, she's winded her hair is damp. On her hands and knees she crawls to him. "Darin," she says slipping a hand between her legs, "taste my cum, Darin. Taste it. Taste me." She shoves a finger deep into her pussy and then immediately into his mouth. His lips and tongue pull at her fingers as she lifts them up and away, teasing him, then back down, satisfying him. "Jen," Darin moans, "I have got to cum, please baby, my cock hurts." She ignores his requests and climbs up onto his face, smothering him with her pussy. "Taste me, Darin," she demands, "eat me." His lips and tongue go crazy on her pussy, it's hot and wet and tastes wonderful. Jennifer grabs their headboard and grinds her pussy into his face. "Eat my pussy, Darin." She cums again and again… wonderful, fast orgasms onto her lover's face and into his mouth. She races off of him and kisses him hungrily, biting his lips and dragging his tongue out with her mouth. She notices the marks on his wrists from tugging at the belt and she can see the head of his cock is huge and swollen. "Darin, honey," she says as she unbinds his hands, "forgive me?" As soon as his hands are loose, he grabs her at her waist and flips her over as if she weighs nothing. He takes his cock in his hand and runs it up between her wet pussy, soaking it with her juices. Lying over her back he supports himself with one hand and with the other he drives his wet cock into her ass. Her body quivers under him and his back arches as he fucks her ass hard and deep. Ramming his cock into her, making her pay for tying him up and torturing him. He leans over and nibbles and bites on her back and shoulders, stopping just to kiss her neck and whisper sweet words into her ear. He knows he's about to cum, hard. He puts both hands on the bed and fucks her fast and deep. Her beautiful round ass shaking at each thrust and he can hear her moans and screams of pleasure. He takes one long slow stroke out and as he begins to explode into her he shoves his cock in her ass, deep, deep into her beautiful ass. Releasing all of himself into her he collapses and reaches his hands under her warm body, cupping her breasts. Forgive Me August 10th Dear Sis: I'm not sure how long it will take for this letter to get to you or even if it will. The last postcard I got from you came from Vancouver. So that is where this will be addressed. You need to tell me if you are going to come back. I know that you were terribly hurt when your husband told you of his intention to divorce you and start a new life with the girls' volleyball coach in New Mexico. And I know you tried to make the best of it, but Sis, you left someone behind. I'm talking about your son, Charlie. Sure, he's nineteen and you left the house for him to live in while he finishes college then it will be sold and he gets the profits. But Sis, you broke his heart. I don't care that you did sit down with him and treat him like an adult. He might be chronologically nineteen but he is still a son without a mother and as of today without a father nearby. I begged Roger to take Charlie with him, get him reenrolled in college in New Mexico and be a real father to him. He told me he offered that and even to foot the entire bill for college but that your son refused. So now Charlie is rumbling around in that three bedroom, two and a half bath cape you bought on your wedding day with memories of his parents invading his every thought. I am writing because I want you to know that I will watch over your son, my nephew even if you both won't. I hope that you find the happiness you are denying your son. Come back to him or at least drop him a postcard. You know my number. I hope you'll call. Love, your twin sister September 27th Dear Sis: Just a short note to tell you that Charlie is getting better more or less. We have dinner once and in a while and I fix his favorites, macaroni and cheese and much bacon and my homemade apple pie. He tells me about his day and we talk about my day. Being a flight attendant, I'm not always around for him as much as I'd like. He has my schedule and I try to bring him a souvenir from each stop. Every once in a while I get an overseas route and he has a newspaper from China, a bat signed by Saddaharu Oh, some big Japanese baseball player and had my picture taken for him outside of the Abbey Road Studios. We talked about going there on his spring break. But Sis, something happened. I had gotten in late one night from a flight that was delayed by storm clouds and I had told Charlie that I would always call or text him when I got in. It was well past two a.m. when I got home. The lights were still on in your house so I went over. I sent a text, no answer, knocked on the door, no answer. His car was in the garage and the lights were on. I got scared. I used the spare key and let myself in. I called for him and got no answer. All of the way through the house, no Charlie. Then I got to the kitchen and saw a half-eaten pizza in a box on the table. Someone had written happy birthday in bacon strips on top. I had forgotten his birthday! I felt terrible. Now I had to find him. So I tore through the house and wouldn't you know it, I found him in bed in his room out cold. You always told me he was a very deep sleeper. He looked so angelic, if you can be angelic at 6'2" and the body of a sprinter. The blankets were half off his body. I went over to the bed and sat on the side and watched him for a few moments. Suddenly, he stated to cry. It was clear he was asleep, clear he was having a bad dream. He started to speak. He was calling for you. "Mom, come back. Why did you leave? I didn't do anything wrong." The crying got more serious. He started to toss and turn. I didn't want to wake him up but I couldn't let him agonize all night long for something that wasn't his fault. So I cradled him in my arms and whispered in his ear. "Charlie, Charlie my darling, it's alright. I'm here, I'll protect you. No one is going to hurt you while I am around." I held him very close and nestled his face against my neck. I felt him take a deep breath of my perfume. He started to hug me back with his eyes closed. "Oh Mom, I knew you'd come back. I love you so much." He mistook me for you. Granted, we are identical twins but the way he clung to me almost brought tears to my eyes. "Don't leave me again. Don't leave me again, Mom. I promise I'll be better." "There, there, Charlie. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, baby." He told me to promise him. I hesitated. "Promise me you won't go again. Please, promise me." "I promise, Charlie. I won't go away again." Sis, if you could have seen how desperate your son looked to be loved and to have that anchor in his life that you could provide if you came home, your heart would have melted as did mine. Sis, I couldn't help myself. I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my white uniform blouse, then pulled out my right breast, pulled the 36DD cup down and rubbed my stiff nipple against his dry lips. "Here Charlie. Here's how much Mommy loves you. Lick me, suck on my, baby." He was still asleep but he took my nipple and worked it so much I started to get wet between my legs. I stroked his cheek as he suckled off of me. For a brief few moments, he seemed calmer. I let him stay on me for a few more minutes then pulled my breast from his very eager lips. Once it was recovered I lowered his head back to his pillow and told him, "Mommy loves you and she always will." I kissed his forehead and accidentally noticed a very definite bump beneath the covers around his waist. Sis, I couldn't resist and pulled the covers back to look. Your son looks to be very well endowed and needs to get a larger size of underpants if he is to fully grow. But I covered him back up and turned out his light. Then I left. Just thought you should know how much he misses you. Love, your twin sister Thanksgiving Dear Sis: I haven't heard from you since my last two letters so I am trying again to keep you informed about your son, Charlie. Thanksgiving was special. He took me to a local restaurant because he said I needed to get out of the kitchen. Of course, he made me promise that I still make apple pie for dessert when we got home. Oh sis, he has grown so much. You and Roger would be very proud of him. Roger called me and told me that he had offered to fly Charlie to New Mexico to spend the holiday with he and his new wife, six months pregnant by the way, but that Charlie said no, citing the fact that I would be left alone on the holiday. Such a sweet boy. You know that I go over to the house every once in a while and vacuum and clean-up for him, make some dinner and spend some down time with him. He has the greatest taste in movies. Though he did make me sit through one of those teen slasher movies. But I was up in your old bedroom dusting and vacuuming when he came home, walked up behind me and grabbed me from behind. "How's my best girl?" he said, all full of vim and vigor. I shrieked then we both started laughing. I struggled a bit and we fell upon the bed I had yet to remake. And then he kissed me right on the lips. It wasn't a relative kiss either. The second kiss was more forceful and he moved his body on top of me. "Charlie, what are you doing?" His shirt was off and I felt myself spasm below the belt. "You told me you wouldn't leave me, Mom. I'm just thanking you." Mom? Did he actually think I was you? I told him he was wrong and that I was his Aunt not his mother. "You don't need to lie to me. I forgive you for leaving because you came back." He muffled my response with very eager lips. His hands were equally eager. He pulled my blouse out of my slacks, pulled it apart causing the buttons the scatter across the floor. He shoved my bra up and licked each of my rigid nipples with a vengeance. I struggled but he had my wrists pinned down and he was grinding his hips against mine, using his knee to force my legs apart. His tongue went into my mouth. I tried to fight it but he pushed closer and I let him. His strength was turning me on. Finally he paused as he straddled my hips and his bulk kept me from wiggling away then unbuckled his belt. "I know you came back for this, Mom. Something that you couldn't get from Dad. But you can have it from me. The belt came out and he wrapped it around my wrists above my head. "Charlie, you don't have to do this." He ignored me and slid off of my body. His hands unzipped my slacks and slid them off in one fell swoop. My panties were gone just as quickly. He locked my legs over his shoulders and shoved his mouth between my legs and started licking like I was his personal ice cream cone. Do you know how hard it is to resist getting all creamy inside when a hunky young man like Charlie wants to screw your brains out? He found my clit as if he'd been there before. And he lavished it with so many strokes of his tongue that I came in gushes all over his face. I was moaning and screaming at the top of my lungs for him to keep going. Every time he took a breath I felt the rush of wet warmth over my clit and up into my pussy. I locked my ankles around his neck and started bucking my hips onto his tongue in a rhythm to his licking. It was difficult to breathe but I couldn't stop, didn't care to stop and wanted him all of the way inside of me. Another orgasm splashed onto the mattress cover below us. Then he stopped and dropped his jeans and stepped out of them still wearing his calf high basketball socks and new Nike trainers. I climbed back up onto the bed and straddled my chest. His cock was so stick and so very thick. "Suck me, Mom." He stroked the head of his cock across my lips and I caught it on the way back and devoured it. He thrust it in again and again. He leaned his torso forward for deeper penetration. I let it touch the back of my throat. He let it go when it did. I almost choked but he allowed some room and I swallowed each and every drop of his come. He pulled out of my mouth then kissed me with all of his mouth and his very active tongue. "It's time to fuck, Mom." He grasped my tied hands above my head then slid his lower body all of the way down mine until his cock was at my pussy. "Tell me to fuck you." He teased the head at my labia. "Tell me." "I can't Charlie. I'm you're..." He slapped a hand over my mouth. The next thing I want to hear from you is you asking me to fuck you. Or I am going to gag you until you do. Understand?" What choice did I have? I nodded. He removed his hand. "Will you fuck me?" Again. "Will you fuck my pussy, Charlie?" What? "Will you fuck Mommy's pussy, son?" A big smile creased his face and he slid his manhood deeply into me and was such a tender loving partner that I almost cried when we came together when he told me to get astride him and he fingered my breasts until I came. He kept calling me Mom and I let him and called him son. I told him that he would always be my mother fucker." He went to take a shower and I picked up his jeans. I found the letter you sent to him apologizing for leaving. Then I saw the photo you sent to him that said it was alright to have sex with someone else until you got back. That you wouldn't be mad and that your Aunt just might like it. Well, I did like it and I plan to do it again if he'll have me. In fact, if I hurry I can get him in the shower before he is done. Love, your twin sister. Forgive Me "Honey," he says completely breathless, " I love you." She's quietly smiling as he lifts himself off of her, spreading her legs and planting one sweet, sweet kiss on her pussy lips. Rolling her over he lies with her, holding her and kissing her. They lie melted together and wonderfully in love. Jennifer looks back and Darin and her eyes shine brightly. "So?" she asks, "do you forgive me?" Forgive Me...But You're Mine This is the story of Jared Laylan who is part of the infamous Laylan Brothers who dominate the debt collecting underworld of Las Vegas. This story is longer than Cadean Laylan's story (although I will come back to him in a later story) and is broken down into a series so bear with me to get to the juicy sex part but trust me it's coming. The beginning is about how Nicki and Jared reluctantly meet... but will their relationship stay reluctant? Or will the people they are, outshine the situation they're in? This story may contain some grammatical errors and spelling mistakes because I'm a new writer and am just testing out the waters of story writing. I have no idea if you will enjoy my writing let alone if you will want to read more, so for now I will just focus on getting the story out there and if you enjoy my stories and feel it is worth me writing more I will definitely look in to making them more grammatically correct for you all in the future. For now just enjoy the story of Jared and Nicki... * She had felt this moment a thousand times... the emptying swell in the pit of her stomach as she witnessed the probable end of her life. Those precious moments before she once again stood on the dangerous end of a loaded gun, those familiar thoughts wondering through her mind, Places she didn't go. Things she didn't see. Well at least you did do one thing right...at least you tried to run this time. 'Please... look in a few days I can get you the money.' Steve promised the sentence so familiar he wondered if it even sounded authentic anymore. The gangster aiming the gun at Nicki scoffed raking his devilish eyes over her body sketching out the curves of her breasts and slim waist with detail in his mind. 'Seems like the boss wants something a little more concrete than your promises this time Mr James.' Nicki swallowed. Steve trained his eye on the gun and the son of a bitch pointing it at his fiancé. 'But I...' 'Made quite a bargain to spare your balls I hear...I bet your lady here is going to be so delighted she has a use in all this.' The bile reached Nicki's throat as the conversation swelled in her mind. Only moments ago she had been making her escape, throwing her few belongings into a tattered carrier bag and braking towards the front door while Steve lay asleep, only to open it to her worst nightmare the fear that had been following them for two years. 'I never agreed to this.' Steve demanded edging bravely towards Nicki. 'Of course you did Steve when you took the money and refused to pay it back and may I say if you take another step towards your beautiful woman there, I will spread her lovely brains across your back wall. Do you understand me?' Steve quickly stepped back sparing a pitying glance towards Nicki. The alcohol on his breath suddenly tasted bitter when mixed with regret. Nicki saw the moment of clarity in Steven's drunken eyes. Yes, maybe he would finally understand that he had killed her. Everything she had worked for. Two jobs and favours for all their so called friends who now shunned them because of his addiction had been for nothing. She alone could not pay off his gambling debts; she couldn't even make him see reason when he flitted the last of their savings away on the blackjack tables in the casinos. She felt foolish, sickened by her stupidity. Fall in love with a gambling addict? Check, in the mother of temptation city... Vegas? Check, Stupid? Check. The thinly veiled malice laced behind the mobster's eyes darkened 'So I just say you let her come with me and keep to the agreement we had Steve, and you contact me in three days with the money and I'll bring back your girl unharmed, easy.' Nicki tried to muster the courage to protest but as she focused on the gun pointed straight at her head the words slipped back down her throat like acid. Steve spared a glance her way then trained his eyes on the floor. 'I...I won't be able to get that sort of money in three days.' His words were barely audible over the thundering of Nicki's heart. The mobster wrinkled his eyes before turning the gun abruptly on Steve. 'Well don't we have a problem then Steve, as I WANT that money in three days? And you HAVE to get it for me.' The gun cocked hissing a bone chilling click in the silent room. Nicki's heart stopped. This was the moment she had nightmares over. Is this how her life would end in a pool of her own blood upon the dirty carpet of a rundown flat on the wrong side of town? Nerves momentarily frozen she felt herself take a step forward, flashes of her blood smeared over the back wall flooding her eyes. 'Wait... he can get you the money.' Her breathe hitched. Steve cautiously looked her way, desperation written across his face. 'Ahh the lady dares to speak.' The mobster smiled easing the gun back to face Nicki. 'I...I know where he can get the money.' Her thoughts were hectic. Of course she knew the truth. They had no savings or income left and no one was going to give them a dime after the reputation Steven had made for them. Pilfering lowlifes who beg stole and borrowed but never gave back. Of course she had been trying to payback their old friends as much as she could each month but with debts mounting up and Steven's violent gambling addiction she just couldn't earn more than they owed. Last night she had had an epiphany. Finally she had seen sense. It wasn't her debts to pay; her friends didn't hate her just who she was with. Steven had stolen money from everyone they knew, lied to her more times than she could count and last night revealed he owed fifteen thousand dollars to some notorious loan shark called Rick Laylan. The moment that clarity hit her she shook herself, Steven had not started this gambling addiction alone, had people known the truth to the story she would have no more friends than he did. Nicki was just as much of a low life as Steven and she knew it. Bravery or cowardice had made her pack her bag leave a twenty on the dresser for Steven as he slept and open the front door to her worst fear, a mobster with a scar across his face, a gun trained at her head and a debt she knew she couldn't repay. Steven and Nicki knew the truth behind their situation they were more than broke and no one was looking their way to lend them any money. 'And where do you think he can get me fifteen grand honey?' scar face scoffed retraining his gun on Steven though he looked straight at Nicki. Her mind raced, desperation coursing. 'We know some people who owe us money. If you give him the time he can get the cash I swear.' Nicki couldn't lie to save her life but this time she had to... literally. Habit told her to stare at the floor hide her eyes from the lie she had to say but her survival instinct forced her not to, if she even glanced at the floor her cover would be broken. She focused right at the mobster, refusing to wipe her sweaty palms on the back of her faded jeans belying the truth. There was no way Steven could get hold of fifteen grand in three days. Give him a month and he probably couldn't even keep hold of a hundred dollar bill but god she wanted to get out of this situation alive, the images of her lifeless body pooled in blood almost drove her to tears. How many times would Steven keep putting her in situations where her very existence was threatened? Running from the small time gamblers and people they owed money too felt like child's play compared with the likes of Rick Laylan. Even Nicki had heard of his fierce reputation. 'Promise me sweetheart that he won't let my boss down and I guess we can keep our bargain.' Scar face pressed softly on the trigger aiming it skilfully at Stevens head. This was what life had offered her. Endless occasions of protecting a man she now wondered how much she truly loved but love or not her conscious could not let the man she had spent six years with die over something she had blackmailed him into. Regret weighted heavily on her heart. Summoning the last of her strength in the moment, Nicki looked him in the eyes, calmed her heart and pledged her life on a lie for the man who had brought her nothing for so many years but misery. 'I promise.' Moments later Nicki was spinning down the Vegas strip in a black sedan at ninety miles an hour. The beauty of the casino signs tortured her as they sped by. If it wasn't for their appeal she wouldn't be saying goodbye to her freedom and possibly her beating heart in three days. Would this be the last time she saw casino Royale lighting up the sidewalk? The supple leather seating felt rough on her bare arms. As they had sped her out of her small home on the outskirts of the city and into the giant car no one had spared a thought for her comfort or the crisp November air chilling her delicate skin uncovered in her small T shirt. God they had barely spared time to let her put on shoes, she had grabbed an old pair of sneakers from her bedroom, gun still trained on her head and slipped them on as she was roughly pulled out the front door. Steven had looked as helpless as she felt as he watched her drive away with an army of men. Perhaps this was the last time she would see him? Perhaps that wasn't a bad thing? 'Yeah Rick I've got her here' Snorted Scarface down a slim black phone. He'd rested his gun on the back seat between them as his driver forged a route through the evening traffic on the strip. For a moment the thought of reaching for it overwhelmed her with possibility but she could sense, though he looked relaxed, he still had one eye on her every move. To reach for the gun and not fire it in time would mean the end of her life for sure. She turned back towards the window noticing the laughing thralls of tourists staggering in their hundreds towards the nightclubs and casinos. Vegas could be an electrifying place when visiting but as a home it carried its dark side in plain view. To hit a casino a few times a day on holiday was fun. To hit a casino a few times a day not on holiday was an addict. She should know she had spent the best part of six years trailing one around Las Vegas, hauling him out of nightclubs and strip joints doped up to the eyeballs lashed with the bitterness of another loss at the tables. She had worked two jobs every day for four years repaying his debt, debt to the bank, debt to their friends and more recently debt to their loan sharks. They had moved five times in two years eluding the fate that was to be theirs if they could not stump up the money they owed each month. Now her fate had finally found her, swept her up and thrown her into a black sedan with bullet proof windows and crazy mobster's hell bent on getting their money by any means necessary. 'What the fuck... if I can't bring her to you then were the hell can I bring her. I thought you wanted that guy to pay? I got you a way to get your money.' Scarface stared her way angrily as though for a split second he regretted her very existence. 'Since when has Jared been back in the game?' Scarface dropped his voice 'She's hot to look at but I doubt she'd make the ideal house guest.' Nicki gawped at him indignant. Who the hell was he talking too and why would they be making her a guest of anywhere. Come to think of it as she had gotten into the SUV she had not really given any thought as too where she would be staying during these three days of hell. Maybe they had a place they kept kidnap victims such as her until the ransom was paid, or not as the case may be. 'Well at least ring him first, I don't want a war to break out over this bitch, she's not god dam worth it' Scarface spat harshly into the phone glancing at Nicki with venom in his eyes. She swallowed quietly feeling her face flush with nerves. Anywhere they took her had to feel safer than this; she thought he might kill her before they even made it off the strip, the mood he was in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Jared Laylan heard his cell phone ring in the hall. Pulling back his plush bed sheets he hastily ran towards the noise before the phone woke what he had just put to sleep. Flipping open the receiver he pressed the accept button on the pad. 'Yeah.' 'Jared. It's Rick.' Jared looked perplexed as he glanced at the time on his phone before returning it to his ear. 'Rick for God's sake it's one thirty in the morning.' 'That's why I called your cell.' Rick answered as though he had no comprehension of Jared's complaint. 'That doesn't change the fact that I was asleep. It's been a long day Ricky what do you want?' 'I want what you said you would do for me ten years ago Jared. I need you to repay me for that tonight. It's a long story and as you were sleeping I don't imagine you want me to go through it all right now so... just say you will do as I want now!' Jared's muscles tensed. The memory he had suppressed every day since that night flooded his senses. He pinched the bridge of his slightly bent nose in remembrance of that fateful moment in his life. 'Why do you bring this up tonight?' Silence deadened the phone causing Jared greater annoyance. If Rick brought up that event tonight he better have a dam good reason for it. 'I need you to help me with a package... Well it's not exactly a package as much as it is something I need you to keep hold of for me for a few days.' 'Like drugs?' Jared spat quietly into the phone. 'You know why I can't keep that stuff here Rick.' His anger flared as the thought of stashing anything like drugs in his flat crossed his mind. He turned to stare at the little room down the hall next to his. 'No not drugs, calm down I know why you won't do that and as your big brother of course I wouldn't ask that of you. I need to give someone a place to stay for a couple of days.' 'Someone... Who's someone?' 'Now therein lays the problem.' Nicki felt her head bobbing as she rested her face against the coolness of the glass window, she felt like they had been driving for hours and long car journeys always made her impossibly tired. She had rested her head on the car door some time ago and as Scarface hadn't demanded she stay awake for their little car journey she had helplessly nodded off. 'Come on sexy, time to move that little ass of yours,' Chuckled Scarface as he prodded her with the open end of the gun. Unfocused slumber, stuttered into confused chaos as she was forcibly pulled from the car by the driver who had parked up on a quiet sidewalk of plush apartment buildings overlooking the Vegas skyline. She didn't recognise the street but was sure it was on the other side of town from her run down home. It looked a world away from her life. Lamborghinis and Bugatti's lined the private car parks; a concierge greeted them at the door. Nicki looked around her stunned. Was this the place they intended on holding her? A lowly captive gets to spend time in a building like this. Then a brief fear swept her... what if they kept her in the basement. In the dark dank confines of a room under the building, she didn't know what people like these where capable of but she didn't put it past them to make her worst nightmares happen. And god she did fear the dark, had since a child. She slept with a sickeningly bright nightlight in her room at the house which drove Steven crazy and gave him another reason to grasp for excuses to be angry towards her. The small window they had in their bedroom barely let light into the small space but they had chosen that place to stay specifically because the moon always passed their window during the night and the light she felt from it helped her dream less of violent mobsters and gambling debts and more of green fields and lazy summer afternoons in the sun. Would she have to tell her violent capture something as personal as the way she slept? Something as embarrassing as a grown woman of twenty five requiring a night light for her sleeping arrangements? She had the gut wrenching feeling that not only would they laugh at her childish confession but that they wouldn't care and stick her in the dark just to escalate her fear. 'Mr Laylan requested you bring her round the back way.' Demanded the concierge, hastening them round towards the rear entrance completely obtuse to the gun flaring in Nicki's face and the terrified girl surrounded my mobster men. 'So he is aware of the arrangements then?' asked Scarface prodding the gun end into the centre of Nicki's back as they entered a small door obscured from the view of the street. 'Oh yes he is aware of the...um... delivery you are leaving in his care tonight.' Nicki glared bitterly at the well-dressed man closing the door behind them. How could someone who looked so pleasant, witness an injustice such as this and have no conscious about it. She hoped he couldn't sleep at night knowing what he was an accessory of; kidnap, forced captivity, possibly murder. He didn't look her way instead choosing to bustle her and the two men into a small freight elevator and closing the mesh door in front of them. 'And Tracy, just be sure to leave out this way when you go. I know you understand why' smiled the concierge towards Scarface, Nicki now at least new the name of the man who held her so terrified. She gently glanced his way hoping not to draw any unwanted attention from his leery eyes. She saw him stare momentarily embarrassed towards the large tattoo on his bicep and self-consciously roll down the fabric of his black T shirt to cover it. Then he focused his eyes on her and the direction she was looking before she could turn away. Instantly she was slammed onto the back of the elevator as the carriage began to climb the building, with a giant fist around her throat. Her breathe caught tight in the firm grip of a deadly thug. 'Don't you be getting no ideas about how friendly I can be just because you know my name little girl.' Through sheer terror Nicki wrapped her delicate hand around Tracy's prying at his fingers with no relief. 'If I wanted to I could fuck you right here and leave you for dead with one cock of my gun little miss lowlife addict.' Nicki wanted to correct this perfect stranger on his ideas that she herself gambled. She had never touched a chip in her life or purchased a ticket from any bookies but the moment just didn't ring the bells of a heart to heart. Instead she tightened her small muscles and focused on prying the fingers from her bruised neck. These people were killers and no matter where they were or how obvious there involving's in crime no one was going to stop them even if they did kill her by the time they reached the designated elevator floor. Ping! The elevator shuddered abruptly with the wait of two giant men slowing it down. Though they had stopped Tracy still did not remove his hand. Nicki could feel herself going faint, sweat breaking on her brow. She caught the eyes of the driver faintly noticing pity. 'Do we understand each other or do I have to demonstrate how much shit you have found yourself in tonight?" Nicki hissed slowly as Tracy leaned in closer harshly tilting her head to smell a loose strand of her hair, the soft sent of Rose water permeated the small space, rose water shampoo, her only luxury in a life of poverty and fear. Now she found herself regretting trading in the groceries they couldn't afford each month for her rose water shampoo. Maybe she would be a little stronger on the arms and a little less molested in an elevator if she had eaten enough in the last two years to give her enough energy to work out. Finally the finger pinching grip on her neck ceased. She threw her head forward clutching the tender flesh there and gasping for breath. Seeing her lack of movement pushed at Tracy's last nerve, he had had enough of the stupid wench to last a lifetime and since he wasn't going to be able to do her, he might as well get her out of his sight as quickly as possible. Hastily Tracy swept her up and carelessly threw her over his shoulder, her shrieks resonating in his ear.