0 comments/ 30850 views/ 13 favorites Love Will Find a Way By: Bacomicfan "Geez," thought Charlie, "I can't believe I'm sitting here jealous of squirrels. Even they get more action than I do. How sad is that?" This thought scrambled into his mind as he watched two squirrels apparently lit up with speed, bobbing and weaving near a tree. In their helter-skelter way they repeatedly approached one another, each putting it's paws gently about the other's neck and seemingly playfully pecking the face of the other. Squirrel love. Charlie sighed. He just couldn't watch anymore. What had his life become when he even envied squirrels? He stood up from the peeling park bench and began his long, lonely walk home. He walked in a daze, his many hurts and disappointments hovering and circling about him like vengeful wraiths...taunting and humiliating him. They laughed at him...pointing out his many flaws. They reminded him of his failures with the opposite sex. They showed him mirror images of himself, reaffirming to him that he was the kind of man that didn't get a second look from either women or men. He just floated through life not impressing anyone. Oh, sure, the wraiths jeered, you've got a great sense of humor, and you're kind and giving...but who cares about that? You're just over forty now, and all that sense of humor has gotten you is tiny wrinkles at the corners of your eyes. Has a good joke ever won you a woman? Has your quick wit garnered you candlelit evenings? Of course not. Hell, even squirrels get more action than you, snickered the circling wraiths, repeating his own words. And look at that little spare Goodrich you're getting. Oh, that'll have them swooning in droves! As he walked down the busy street, alone in the mass of humanity, he forced back a tear that tried mightily to sneak out from the corner of his eye. The dizzying antics of the squirrels again entered his thoughts, and though the wraiths for the moment had floated off to prepare for their next onslaught to his ego, along with them they took his last vestiges of hope. He sighed, resigning himself to yet another empty, meaningless night. He thought about his past relationships, those all too few and fleeting relationships, one failure after another. If a woman cared about him for more than a month it was a miracle success in his life...a milestone. Mostly, his life was a series of seemingly endless rejections. He forgot exactly at what point he had simply given up, not being able to stand another rejection. When exactly was it that he'd curled up into himself and erected his mighty wall of solitude? Was it ten years? Fifteen? More? What did it matter? And what good would that information do him anyway? It surely wouldn't change a thing. Maybe some omnipotent power had other plans for him. Maybe he was meant to be alone and lonely. Maybe, he thought, with another tear straining to break free, he was meant to suffer. Maybe he should just give up...resign himself to living alone for the rest of his days. What, he thought with finality, is the point of fighting it? It's simply meant to be. The tear broke free momentarily, to be quickly swiped away by Charlie's hand...a deft motion his hand had learned well on many a lonely night. As Charlie shuffled toward his small apartment, he bumped into growling people who harped at the lonely man for not watching where he was going. He looked steadily at the ground before him, shoulders slumped...defeated...the walk of a hopeless man. He came to his street and turned the corner, his feet, devoid of any purpose at all, shuffling sadly along. Suddenly, there was a flurry of movement. First, a flash of white light, then a squeal, out-of-focus items flying about, a sound of tearing paper and solid objects bounding along the street...and finally the giggles of passersby...and the inevitable, "What a geek." Charlie's eyes slowly gained focus, the white light dulled and his head cleared. The various sounds subsided and all seemingly returned to normal. He looked ahead of himself, still trying to unravel events. As he continued to look in his usual downward direction, his eyes came to rest on the woman he'd blundered into and knocked on her keester. Expecting the usual tirade of insults, Charlie braced himself, sputtered out apologies and hurriedly began racing around for her escaping grocery items, gathering them up in his arms as the bag they were in was now just so much shredded brown paper. He continued fretting about her scattered items until he'd captured each and every one, not once stopping his copious apologizing. When he finally stood up, arms full, he saw the woman still sitting there...and, of all things, she was smiling! Shocked by this, he could only think he'd somehow knocked her senseless. Oh, my God, he thought, I'll need to get her to a hospital! Slowly, the woman's hand came up. "Well, the least you could do, Charlie, is help me up!" Not knowing how to accomplish this at first, he looked around for something to put the produce into, but finding nothing, he shoved it all to one side, holding onto all of it with one arm, freeing the other. He held out his hand and grasped hers, pulling her up off the dingy sidewalk. It was as he was pulling her up that he noticed two things. First, the flowery rose petal pattern of her billowy summer dress, and second...he knew her. As he balanced her shopping items in one arm and helped her up with the other, Charlie finally recognized Margaret...though she preferred to be called Margie. She worked in the small gift shop at his office, and he'd seen her almost every day for the past two years, though he'd always been too shy to speak to her...and she never spoke much to him, only enough to be courteous as he made his various purchases there. But she'd always smiled warmly and he had always done the same. She was a very pretty woman, approaching forty, her face showing evidence of much laughter over the years. She was ever so slightly plump, but with her hourglass figure still intact, which Charlie had seldom failed to notice. He had always thought her a delightfully attractive woman, and her voice was sweet and sultry at the same time. He'd often considered asking her out for coffee, but his self-doubts had always ended the idea well in advance of actually carrying it out. His nagging wraiths had always talked him out of it. Another rejection, they assured him. And he'd always heeded them. When you give up on ever finding someone to love, you never again see the sense of even trying. Without hope, there is no effort. "My God, Margie? Is that you? I'm so sorry. I really am. I don't know what I could've been daydreaming about. Are you okay?" She laughed at his obvious discomfort with the entire situation. But she assured him, "I'm fine, Charlie...relax. It is Charlie, right?" He nodded, a part of him actually sad to admit it. Margie dusted off her flowery dress and Charlie again admired it's simple attractiveness. Even though the dress was flowing in the gentle breeze and Margie's hands were batting at it to knock off any sidewalk contamination, Charlie could still see her pleasant shape within that billowy dress...and it brought a rare smile to his face. "You sure you're ok?" he asked, still wondering why she wasn't more upset at being rammed by a daydreaming idiot. "Yes, really, I'm ok. No harm done. But I am curious to know where you were just now...Mars? Jupiter? Or maybe just somewhere in the Bahamas?" She said all this with the most musical laughter Charlie had ever heard...and, despite himself, he actually smiled again. Taking his cue from her delicious personality, Charlie allowed his devil-may-care humorous side to come out of hiding. He generally saved his quick wit for parties and such, but he just felt so enchanted by this lovely woman that he un- locked that door and out came his rare good humor, the humor Charlie thought had died ages ago. "Well, actually," he quipped, "I was out of town for a moment, but I'm back now. I'm just sorry that the bus had to hit you as it was pulling into the station." They chuckled together for a moment, and then Charlie almost lost his grip on her groceries. Getting them back under control, he said, "I actually think I've got all your items here. Sorry, but your bag is trashed." "Well, then," Margie smiled, "you'll just have to do the gentlemanly thing and carry my wares all the way to my home for me." she laughed that musical laugh again and added, "Don't worry, kind sir, it's not far. It's just another half block." With that, she turned and began to walk. When she noticed that Charlie was still stationary, she stopped and turned back to look at him. "You coming, Sir Lancelot?" Charlie blushed and looked back down at the ground. But he hurried to catch up to her all the same. He found her company delightful. Dare he hope? Should he maybe bring up the idea of them having coffee together sometime? A single wraith circled his head, jeered and said, Oh, come now, Charlie...just because she wants you to carry her stuff home for her? Get real. You trashed the lady...she just needs you to carry her stuff. Nothing more. Get a grip. And, with a sigh, Charlie believed...and the coffee idea was buried deep behind sad eyes. "Boy, once you start daydreaming you don't ever stop, do you?" Charlie's head jerked up to see Margie had stopped and was holding out her hand in preparation for Charlie's second collision of the day with her. He stopped in time to avoid accosting her attractive form yet again, and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry...out of town again." Margie smiled and replied, "I'm taking away your bus tickets." She laughed sweetly and shook her head, and Charlie permitted himself a chuckle as well. "Anyway, Charlie, we're here. This is my humble abode...such as it is. Would you mind carrying my things upstairs for me? It's the least you can do for trying to make me part of the sidewalk." Charlie's head shot up, a look of mild hurt in his eyes. She was upset after all, he thought. But Margie laughed again and said, "Wow...you are way too serious. I'm just teasing you, Charlie. Loosen up. C'mon in, Mr. Space Cadet." And, for the first time in many years, Charlie entered a woman's apartment. Charlie followed Margie up the steps to her apartment, struggling to keep her groceries from bounding back down the stairs to the street. She turned the key in the lock and forced open the sticky door with a push of her shoulder. She smiled sadly. "Like I said, this is my place...such as it is." She ushered Charlie, still battling heroically with her shopping wares, into her modest living room. It was tastefully decorated, but, then, Charlie expected no less. Bright landscapes and seascapes adorned otherwise bland walls. Knickknacks abounded on shelves and end tables. Everything was neat and tidy, though the collector pack-rat in her was evident throughout the room. Tiny animal figurines, porcelain children in various acts of mayhem, and even a few humorous figures of people in different professions with exaggerated facial and body features, all dotted every available surface. But it was all arranged and organized neatly so as to not give the impression of clutter. Charlie admired them openly, and smiled yet again...and noting to himself that he did so, he wondered wryly if his face could take the strain. "Well," sighed Margie, "they're not Hummels, but I like them." "They're quite nice..very humorous, too, especially the children. Very cute. You obviously have not only good taste, but a wonderful sense of humor." This seemed to please Margie no end and she beamed a radiant smile and thanked Charlie for saying so. They looked into each other's eyes for a seemingly very long time, until suddenly a can of soup finally managed to escape Charlie's desperate grasp...and it was Margie's turn to apologize. "Oh, Charlie...I'm so sorry. Here I am babbling on and you're still holding onto my things," she said nervously as she bent to pick up the wayward can. "That's ok." Charlie actually permitted himself a rare laugh. "Bring those in here," said Margie, pushing her way through a swinging door to her small kitchen. She held the door for Charlie and he went through it into what proved to be a delightfully homey little kitchen. She indicated to him to put her purchases on the table and he did so, taking care not to let any more items escape. "Thanks, Charlie. I appreciate it." "Well, it was my fault in the first place, so it's the least I can do." When Margie walked over and flipped on the kitchen light, it was the first time either of them realized it was becoming darker outside. Almost as one, the two of them walked over to the kitchen window and peered out. A typical summer storm was fast approaching from the West, the clouds and the still distant rumbling becoming more ominous with each passing minute. "Well," said Charlie, reluctance and disappointment in his voice, "I should be leaving. I'd like to get to my place before all hell breaks loose out there." "You're not serious!," Margie immediately replied, "it's going to come down any minute. You'll get drenched. And the way your luck's going today, you'll sleepwalk your way right into a lightning bolt!" Charlie, while chuckling at her comment, begged to differ. Smiling his best smile, he looked Margie in the eye and said, "Oh, I don't know...I think my luck so far today has been just fine." Margie's face flushed, but she returned his smile. And, did Charlie imagine it? Was there just a hint of a glimmer in those lovely eyes? Was it just that his comment flattered her, or...could there possibly have been something more? A pesky wraith circled above Charlie, jeering and taunting, telling him yet again to get a grip. She was flattered by a sweet comment, nothing more, it told him. But, oddly, Charlie wasn't listening to it. A tiny ember was flickering into fragile life in Charlie's heart. The wraith still chided him, but Charlie heard only Margie's voice. "Well, I won't have it, Charles. I can't have you blundering into a lightning bolt and having that on my conscience the rest of my life. I would really prefer it if you stayed right here and had dinner with me tonight. You can wander around trying to get yourself fried if it's still storming after dinner." Startled by her use of "Charles" instead of "Charlie", he looked at Margie to see her standing there with her hands on her hips in an obvious show of defiance. It was very apparent to Charlie that resistance, as they say, was futile. Dinner it was. "I guess you're right. Maybe it would be better if I stayed for dinner...as long as it's not an imposition." "Oh, of course it's not, Charlie. I've got plenty, and it'll be nice to have company for dinner for a change" Under his breath, Charlie sighed, "Yes, it would." "Now, you go sit in the living room. Watch the TV if you like. You can even watch a video. I don't have many, but there should be something there you can enjoy until dinner is ready. I'll cook us a nice hot meal and then you can go play with the lightning bolts if you feel the need to." Permitting himself still more laughter, Charlie boldly stated, "It seems I've already walked into one lightning bolt today." They smiled warmly at each other...and this time Charlie was sure there was more in that twinkle. Maybe...just maybe... Turning to go into the quaint living room, Charlie felt a warmth come over him. He smiled continuously from the kitchen all the way to the sofa in the living room...and noted that his face held up nicely. Hope, for a long time a stranger in Charlie's life, was fanning that struggling ember in his chest. For the first time in more years than he could remember, Charlie was truly happy. Still, a tiny part of him couldn't help but wonder when it would end...when it would all come crashing down around him...when reality would shove itself in his face as it always did. But, this time it seemed different. Even through his doubts and fears, Charlie was now listening only to himself. He was totally ignoring the pesky wraith and its occasionally circling brethren. Grumbling, snorting it's displeasure, the annoyed wraith flew away, leaving Charlie to his own devices. Charlie, still smiling, decided to turn on the television, ambling contentedly over to it, and then made his way back to the plush sofa. Sinking into it, he couldn't help but reflect on all that had transpired today. From being envious of squirrel romance to sitting here in Margie's warm apartment, about to have dinner with her and just enjoy her company. What the hell, he thought, maybe at the very least he had gained a new friend, and maybe the days and nights of his life won't be quite so lonely anymore. That alone was enough to make him feel warm inside...dispelling a small portion of the years of empty chill. Opting to not use the VCR but rather watch whatever tripe might be on the tube, Charlie flipped channels. What luck! An old episode of Outer Limits...one he hadn't seen in some 20 years or more! As he watched, his nostrils occasionally catching delicious aromas from the kitchen, Charlie's mind worked on how he might possibly make this more than just a chance meeting, how he might make it an actual friendship. His mind wouldn't even consider the possibility of making it more than a friendship...though he wished he could. So, he had settled on the possibility of a lasting friendship with Margie. That was his goal. Interrupting Charlie's daydreaming yet again, Margie burst into the living room, bringing a veritable horde of wonderful scents with her from the kitchen. "Dinner's cooking nicely. You ok out here?" "I'm fine," said Charlie, "In fact, I've just discovered and old Outer Limits episode on the TV. Haven't seen it in years." "Really?" was her reply, and then she looked at the TV too. She smiled and said, "Are you sure that's an Outer Limits? Looks like a Twilight Zone episode to me." Ecstatic that Margie even knew of his two favorite old-time sci-fi shows, he smiled brightly, but said, "No, I'm sure it's an Outer Limits. Yeah...it's a Limits." "I don't think so, Charlie...I believe that's a Zone." Beaming a smile so wide that his face might indeed break, or at the very least crack slightly, Charlie laughed as he said, "Nope...it's a Limits." "Wrong, Charlie," Margie almost sang the words, "that's a Zone." "Limits"..."Zone"..."Limits"..."Zone." the battle raged, and then, both of them laughing hysterically, thinking the same thing at the same time, they said in unison, "Wanna see something REALLY scary?" Margie slapped her hand towel at Charlie, still laughing and said, "Well, whatever...I've got a meal to tend to. Anything I can get for you?" "No, thanks, Margie. You've already done too much for me." "No way...you enjoy the show and I'll let you know when dinner is ready." She floated like a beautiful butterfly back into the kitchen. Charlie was beside himself. Apparently Margie knew her sci-fi shows...and even knew the "something really scary" reference from the TZ movie. She was just such a joy to talk to. He sighed and returned his eyes to the television, but they actually saw little. His mind was light years away, racing at warp speed. A little of his old friend courage was coming back. He actually felt confidence resurfacing from years of disuse, dusting itself off and preparing itself for battle with Charlie's self doubts. He really liked Margie. He wanted her to be more than a friend. The ember in his chest was glowing brighter with each breath... and he could almost hear his chest crackling as the fire popped and sizzled into ever brightening life. Charlie was falling in love. A short while later, Margie once again gracefully glided into the living room...this time to announce that dinner was ready. Just as she said so, thunder rumbled outside...and the lights flickered ominously. Love Will Find a Way This is my first submission to Literotica. Let me know what you think. * Eighteen year old Bobbie Joe heard the sounds coming from the kitchen and just knew she had to investigate to find out who was making them. It didn't take her too long to realize what she was hearing were the sounds of unbridled sex, and it was happening right in her kitchen. She slowly stepped into the kitchen and was shocked to find her mother, Rachel, completely naked, and bouncing up and down most vigorously on someone's lap. Rachel's big 38D tits bounced and bobbled with her every movement. Her mother was sweating profusely as she used her powerful leg muscles to lift her body and then let it drop down on to her lover's lap. Although she couldn't see her mother's lover's face, she seemed very familiar somehow. It was obvious, even from the back, that the other person was a woman. That fact left Bobbie with a new question. What was her mother doing bouncing up and down on the woman's lap? If her lover was a man she would say she were impaling herself on a cock, but this was woman, so how could that be? She slowly moved further into the kitchen, not really concerned about her mother seeing her, she just had to see who this mystery woman was. "Would you like some breakfast, honey?" Rachel asked casually, as she saw Bobbie moving into the kitchen. "Um, yes," Bobby replied, shocked by how nonchalant her mother was about being totally naked and having wild sex, with a woman, in the middle of the kitchen. Bobby Joe slowly worked her way around the breeding couple, bound and determined that she was going to see the other woman's face. She had to move farther into the kitchen, because the other woman was facing away from her. Her lover's hands firmly gripped her mother's broad hips pulling her up and down, while her mother's hands gripped the other woman's shoulders for balance. She could not believe how familiar the woman seemed to her. She just had to see her face. Another few feet and she'd be standing squarely in front of her. Suddenly Bobby Joe sat up in the middle of her bed with a gasp. It took her several seconds to realize she was in her bed, and that the entire scenario she had just witnessed was a dream. "Damn," Bobby Joe said, whipping the sweat from her upper lip. "That's the third time this week, I've had that damned dream. I wonder what it means." It wasn't that she had never had a wet dream before. Quite the contrary she had had lots of them, but they were usually about some guy at school or some hunky dude in a movie or on TV. What confused her was that she had never thought about her mom in a sexual way, so why was she dreaming about watching her having sex? The only women she knew that showed any kind of interest in that area was her best friend Sally. So if she was going to dream about a woman having sex, why wasn't she dreaming about her? It was all very confusing. But, it was also very exciting for some reason. The dream had turned her on, and while she had been laying there thinking about it, her fingers had lazily been stroking her already wet and excited pussy. She was well past the point of just stopping and getting up. No, she had to finish things first. Bobbie Joe began stroking her pussy harder and faster, occasionally slipping her fingers deep into the moist warm hole, and pressing her thumb firmly against her clit. With a groan her body responded to the manual stimulation, and faster than she expected she was shaking with pleasure, as a small orgasm swept through her body. It took several minutes for her breathing and heartrate to return to normal. As she calmed down, she noticed that it was starting to get light outside. Might as well get up and get ready for school. *** On the other side of the house, Bobbie Joe's mother, Rachel, suddenly sat bolt upright in her bed gasping for breath. She looked around the room, before dropping back down onto her back. This was getting ridiculous, she thought. Three nights in a row she had had the same hot dream, which always left her sweaty and exhausted. Sure, she had had dirty dreams before, but never anything like these. And it wasn't that she had just one dream, no, she would start dreaming as soon as she went to sleep, and not stop until she woke up in the morning. It was almost getting to the point where she wasn't sure if she wanted to go to bed or not. The dreams were always a variation of the same thing. She was having her brains fucked out by a mystery lover, whose face she was never able to see. He usually took her from behind, bending her over the sofa, on all fours on her bed, or, her favorite, bent face down on the kitchen table. Even when she sat on his lap she couldn't see his face for some reason. Although she didn't think her mystery lover was her husband, he did remind her of him. As she lay in her bed, Rachel slowly stroked her dripping wet pussy, which was still very sensitive from her dream, as she remembered her husband, Robert. He had been a policeman, and had been killed in the line of duty, on Halloween, before their daughter had been born. Not only was she in morning, but she had actually been mad at her husband, because he had allowed himself to be killed, leaving her all alone. It wasn't until a couple of weeks later that she found out she was pregnant with Bobbie Joe. As far as Rachel could figure out, her daughter had been conceived the day Robert had been killed. She had ridden his cock while he was sitting in one of the chairs at the kitchen table, just before he left for work. Four hours later, his captain and the chaplain were coming up the sidewalk to tell her he had been killed in the line of duty. She had hoped for a boy, that would remind her of her husband, but she was just as happy having a daughter. In his honor she had named her daughter Bobbie Joe, since his name had been Robert Joseph. Rachel had tried dating a few years after Robert's death, but it just didn't seem to work. So, she decided to just wait until after Bobbie Joe had moved out on her own to give it another try. This would allow her to devote all of her time to her daughter, the only tangible part of her husband she still had. She saw a lot of her late husband in her daughter. She was very independent minded, and had even expressed an interest in going into law enforcement, which Rachel was totally against. Of course being the daughter and widow of a policeman killed in the line of duty wasn't all bad. Between all the cops, firemen, & EMS people, Bobbie Joe had more aunts and uncles than she knew what to do with. And, if either one of them needed anything all they had to do was ask. And of course the between the insurance and a fund started by his fellow officers they didn't have to worry about money. Rachel did have to admit that the girl knew how to handle herself, so she never worried about her being out at night. Robert had built a small workout area in the basement, which consisted of a weight bench, free weights, a punching bag and body bag. Over the years Rachel had expanded the setup with more female friendly equipment such as a treadmill, stationary bike and a stairstepper. Even though she used the new gear, often with her mother, Bobbie Joe also liked to workout on the body bag and punching bag. She would also go to the local gym where the cops hung out, and they would teach her self-defense moves. She actually became quite good with her hands. One time Rachel and Bobbie Joe were leaving the mall when a man pulled a knife and tried to mug them. Bobbie Joe used a roundhouse kick to disarm him, and then landed three punches so fast he didn't know what had hit him. He ran off, but with his black eye and split lip he was easy to find. But, all that probably didn't have a lot to do with her dreams. The only thing that Rachel could think of was the fact that the anniversary of his death was coming up tomorrow, and she got horny remembering the sex she and her husband used to have, and the more time that passes without sex, the homier she got. Speaking of horny, she was amazingly horny. Rachel began running her fingers in and out of her pussy, as she stroked her clit with her thumb. She began moaning and rocking her hips as her pleasure grew. Remembering the hot dream pushed her over the edge. She came moaning and rolling herself into the fetal position as the pleasure took over. As she lay in her bed recovering, she heard the shower running, and knew that Bobbie Joe was up. It was time to get up and make breakfast. She slowly crawled out of bed on rubbery legs, got dressed, and went downstairs to begin her day, just as she had just about every morning for the past eighteen years, making breakfast for her baby. *** Bobbie Joe walked into the kitchen, and the first thing she saw was her mom's round butt weaving back and forth as she reached into an overhead cabinet to get a bowel to make pancakes. She walked up behind the woman, and grabbed her hips. Without even thinking Rachel ground her well rounded butt into the girl's belly. "Oh," Rachel said, quickly pulling away as she realized what she was doing. "I'm sorry honey. I don't know what came over me." "That's ok, mom," Bobbie Joe said, laughing as her mother blushed. "Just who were you thinking about?" "You're father," she replied wistfully. "You miss him a lot, don't you, Mom?" Bobbie asked, hugging her mom from behind. "Yes, I do, honey," Rachel said, snuggling into her daughter's arms. "I wish you could have known him." "Me too, mom," she said, kissing her mom on the side of the neck, before going to sit at the table. As she sat there waiting for her mother to finish breakfast, it suddenly occurred to her that she was sitting in the chair, her mother's mysterious lover sat in, in her dreams. "So what are your plans for tonight, honey?" Rachel asked, bringing her daughter's breakfast over to her and sitting down across from her. Her hand casually caressed the top of the table, the scene of her most recent erotic dream. "Nothing special," she replied, eating her pancakes, watching her mother caress the table top. "I was just going to hangout with Sally." "Any big Halloween parties?" Rachel asked, arching an eyebrow conspiratorially. "Not really," Bobbie sighed. "Seems like everyone is being very low key this year." "So you staying at Sally's overnight?" she asked her daughter. "I don't think so," Bobbie said, getting up and putting her plate in the sink. "Sally wanted me to help her take her kid brother and sister trick-or-treating, and then I'll be home." "Ok," Rachel said, joining her daughter at the sink. "Be careful, and have a good day." "I will," Bobbie Joe said, leaning over and quickly kissing her mother on the cheek catching the corner of her mouth. She could almost feel a slight jolt of energy shoot through her body at the unexpected contact. She pulled away quickly, and said, "love ya, mom," as she grabbed her bookbag and headed out the door. *** Bobbie Joe's friend, Sally, came running up to her after school. The girls did everything together. They were really upset when they couldn't get all of their classes together. The two seniors had been friends since kindergarten, and were even now planning on going to Junior College together next year. While Sally was the only girl she knew who openly declared that she liked girls more than boys, Bobbie Joe never had any problems being with her, maybe it wad due to the fact that even though she claimed to like girls, she dated boys as much as Bobbie did. Sally was the girl she had kissed, and petted, during one of their double dates. Their dates got so interested in watching a football game on TV they totally ignored the beautiful girls. The girls got bored and decided to try to peak their interest with a little lesbian action. Surprisingly the boys didn't even notice, and soon the girls were so into each other they totally forgot the guys were even there. They didn't go any further than some heavy petting, but it was enough to get both of them off, then again when they got home and masturbated themselves to sleep. They had never had the chance, or the nerve, to do it again. "Hey, BJ," Sally said greeting her friend with her customary hug. "So how was your day?" "S-S-D-D (Same Shit Different Day)," she replied, playfully pushing her friend away. She knew the main reason Sally hugged her so tightly all the time was to feel her full bosoms squash against her own smaller ones. "I want to thank you for going with me tonight," Sally said, as they walked together. "I know it's a bore, but the little brats do enjoy it." "I don't mind, really," Bobbie said, with a genuine smile. "You're the greatest, BJ," Sally said, giving her friend another hug. Bobbie Joe had been totally confused by the snickers from the other kids in junior high the first time Sally had called her "BJ". She couldn't understand why they were laughing. Then as she got a bit savvier, and found out the sexual connotation of "BJ" she was embarrassed. But, as time went on, she decided it wasn't that big a thing, and actually enjoyed the possible double meaning to her nickname. Even though she rarely did it with her dates, she enjoyed the way the boys squirmed and finagled trying to see if she would. "So what's happening this weekend?" Bobbie asked her friend. "My mom's on one of her cleaning kicks, and wants everyone home so we can start bright and early tomorrow morning," she replied frowning. "Even dad had to give up his Saturday morning golf game for this." "Wow!" Bobbie gasped in mock horror. "That's horrible." "Yes it is," Sally said sternly, putting her hands on her hips, and stamping her foot in mock anger. She then laughed, and said, "She goes through this every so often. She goes like completely off the deep end." "Scary," Bobbie said, slipping her arm through Sally's arm and continuing to walk. "So how long does this take?" "All weekend," Sally sighed. "Which reminds me. Can you keep something for me?" Sally stopped and dug into her pack, pulling out a black plastic bag, and handing it to her friend. "What is it?" Bobbie Joe asked, reaching into the bag and pulling out a dildo with a pair of rubber panties attached to it. "Um," Sally smiled, "it's a strap-on." "Eeww!" Bobbie gasped, dropping it back in the bag. "Don't worry," Sally laughed. "It's never been used." "Why do you have one of these things?" Bobbie asked looking into the bag at the ravager. "Well, duh," Sally responded, rolling her eyes. "You know I've told you a dozen times I like girls, and this is for when I meet that one girl who is interested in spending the night with me." She arched her eyebrows, in her best Groucho Marx imitation. "Want to spend the night with me tonight?" "You know I would love to," Bobbie responded, winking at her girlfriend. "But, this is the anniversary of my dad's death, and I don't really want to leave my mom alone." "I understand," Sally said with a light sigh. "Maybe some other time." "So, why do I have to keep it for you?" Bobbie asked. "I told you my mom is on a cleaning kick," Sally said, taking the bag and stuffing it into Bobbie Joe's backpack. "Nothing is sacred when gets on these kicks. She gets into everything. If she were to find it, she'd go ballistic, and I'd probably get kicked out of the house." "So you give it to me, so I can get kicked out of the house," Bobbie Joe asked. "We both know that'll never happen," Sally said reflectively. "You and your mom get along so well, you could kill someone and she'd still love you. I wish my mom and I had that kind of relationship." "Ok, ok," Bobbie Joe said, giving in. "How long do I have to keep this thing?" "Only till next weekend," Sally said, pulling her friend closer, as they walked. "The frenzy should have run it's course by then." "Ok, but you owe me," Bobbie Joe said with a smile. "Anything for you babe," Sally said, giving her friend another hug. "Maybe I'll even show you first-hand how that thing works." They both laughed as they walked to Sally's house for dinner before taking Sally's siblings trick-or-treating. *** It was just a little before midnight when Bobbie Joe walked into her bedroom. She was tired from walking all over Sally's neighborhood with her kid sister and brother trick-or-treating. She still wasn't quite sure why the town fathers had decided to have trick-or-treat on Friday night rather than Saturday which was the real Halloween. She figured they wanted to get it over with so the people could enjoy the weekend. She had checked on her mother, when she came in and found her sound asleep in her bed. She gazed on the woman as she lay in her bed, and marveled at how beautiful she looked as she lay there with moonlight shining on her face. Bobbie Joe had then shaken her head to clear before the thoughts could go any further and had gone to her room. Once in her room Bobbie had dropped her bookbag beside the dresser, grabbed her sleep shirt and gone down the hall to the bathroom to get ready for bed. A few minutes later she was in her bed wearing nothing but her over-sized tee-shirt, that she liked to sleep in, and her panties. She turned off the light and lay down to go to sleep. After laying there for a few minutes she rolled onto her other side just as her clock rolled from eleven fifty-nine to twelve midnight. The bewitching hour she thought to herself. Her bookbag, which was engulfed in a ray of moonlight, seemed to glow in the darkened room. Something seemed to come over her, and she got out of bed, went over, opened the bag and pulled out the black plastic shopping bag. She went back over to her bed and sat down. Bobbie Joe slowly opened the bag, reached in, and pulled out the dildo. She dropped the bag as she slowly ran her hands over the latex cock. She was amazed at how life-like it felt. While she was by no means promiscuous, she wasn't a prude either. She knew what a cock felt like, and this one felt like the real deal. The skin was soft and pliable, like the real thing, and she could feel all of the veins running over it's surface. It even had a mole on one side of the shaft near the head. For lack of a better word, she thought it was perfect. As she fondled the dildo she found a nub on the base of the thing, which was placed in such a way that it would stimulate the wearer, while she used it on her partner. As she continued to handle the device, Bobbie Joe suddenly found herself growing weary. She figured it must have been more tired than she thought. It was probably from the long day, and taking Sally's siblings trick-or-treating. She found herself uncontrollably lying back on the bed, still holding the dildo, and closed her eyes. She would rest her eyes for just a moment. *** Rachel woke with a start. Had she heard something? It must have been a noise downstairs in the kitchen, because she hadn't started dreaming yet. She had heard Bobbie Joe come home and go to bed after checking on her, and she hadn't heard her get up again. Then she heard the noise again, and it was definitely in the kitchen. True to the classic horror movies, she got up and went downstairs, without putting on a robe, to investigate, rather than calling 911. She moved quietly, making sure nothing got behind her incase she had to make a hasty retreat to her room to make the call she should have made in the first place. Slowly she peeked into the kitchen and saw a shadow moving near the sink. She couldn't quite make out who it was. Then the shadow moved into a beam of moonlight, and she felt relief. "You just about scared the crap out of me, baby," Rachel said, as she saw Bobbie Joe's face clearly in the silvery light. She then moved into the kitchen to stand just behind her daughter. "What are you doing up so late? Are you ok, honey?" Love Will Find a Way "I'm fine," Bobbie Joe said, turning around to face her mother. Rachel let out a little gasp when she saw the girl's eyes. Even with just the moonlight illuminating the room, she could see something strange in her daughter's eyes. Something she had never seen before, lust. "What's going on?" Rachel asked, wrapping her own arms around herself, almost defensively. Without answering, Bobbie Joe stepped forward, grabbed her mother's head with both hands and kissed her very passionately full on the mouth. Her tongue easily penetrated the surprised woman's lips exploring her very wet and warm orifice. And, despite her shock at her daughter's actions, Rachel suddenly felt something further south on her anatomy get very wet and very warm. "What are you doing?" The older woman sputtered, when Bobbie finally released her liplock. Once again the girl responded with actions rather than words. She reached out with both hands, grabbed the front of her mother's satin pajama top, and pulled, ripping the thing open and sending buttons flying in all directions. Rachel's hands automatically grabbed her breasts to cover them. Bobbie Joe reached up with both hands and easily pulled her mother's hands away and lustily stared at her full breasts. "I want you, babe," Bobbie Joe said, in an unnaturally deep voice, that sent a shiver down Rachel's spine. But, somehow the voice sounded very familiar to her, she couldn't figure out why. Before her stunned mother could respond, Bobbie reached out, grabbed the waist band of her matching satin pajama bottoms, with both hands, and pulled them down over her hips and legs, along with her panties. Now she stood almost completely naked in front of her leering daughter, and wasn't sure where to put her hands. She couldn't cover both tits and her pussy at the same time. Suddenly Bobbie crossed her arms, gripped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head, tossing it to the side. Despite everything that was going on, Rachel couldn't help but marvel at her daughter's beautiful firm breasts as they bounced into view. Slowly her eyes traveled down the girl's taught body, and she let out yet another gasp as she saw that she was wearing what could only be described as latex panties with a big cock wobbling in front of her. Before she could get a good look at the cock, Bobbie Joe grabbed her wrist, moved over and sat in her chair at the table. She then pulled her mother so she was straddling her lap. Then letting go of her mother's wrists she grabbed her fleshy hips, and pulled her down firmly impaling her on the big cock. Rachel let out a very loud moan, which was a combination of pain and pleasure, as the cock buried itself easily into her pussy. She was shocked and amazed that she should be so turned on by what her daughter was doing to her that she would be so wet and ready for sex. Was she that horny and excited that she needed no external lubrication for penetration? Had it been that long, that the act of her daughter virtually raping her could turn her on? Apparently yes, because despite everything that was happening to her, she found the cock buried deep in her twat felt remarkably good, and amazingly familiar. It almost felt like an old friend. It filled her completely, stretching her sensitive tissues in the most delightful ways. Soon without even realizing it, Rachel began using her legs to lift herself up a few inches and then drop back down onto her daughter's lap. As her pussy became more attuned to the invading phallus, her speed and height increased, until she was coming almost all the way off of it, and then dropping till she felt the head banging into her cervix, and the latex balls spread her asscheeks. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the smell of female lust, as the two women fucked each other with wild abandon. Rachel steadied herself with her hands on her daughter's shoulders, while Bobbie Joe's hands gripped her mother's waist and helped lift her up and then pull her down with all the force she could muster, rocking her hips up slightly, to drive her "cock" even deeper into the older woman. The pure animalistic fucking was rocketing Rachel toward an orgasm more powerful than anything she had ever experienced before. As she got closer to pure bliss, Bobbie Joe used a technique her father used to use when they were making love. Sensing that Rachel was about to cum, he would bend down and bite her nipple. This never failed to send her screaming over the edge. Bobbie Joe bent forward, caught one of her mother's bounce boobs with her lips, and bit hard on her turgid nipple. Rachel screamed with pleasure throwing her head back, so that her face was pointed straight at the ceiling, and arching back, thrusting her tit deeper into her daughter ravenous mouth. Her hips gave little grinding jerks, and her pussy muscles clamped tightly on the invading cock, which caused the nub on the back side to rub more firmly against Bobbie's clit, sending her into pleasure overload as well. Letting go of her mother's nipple, Bobbie Joe groaned with pleasure and came with twitching muscle spasms that rocked her entire body. If she didn't know better, Rachel could have sworn she felt her daughter's plastic cock twitching and spewing deep inside of her body. As the intense pleasure began to subside, the two women slumped together, gasping for breath. Both women were covered with a layer of sweat from their activities that glistened in the moonlight streaming in through the window. Rachel's head rested casually on her daughter's shoulder, her hands gently caressing the younger woman's back, while the dildo remained buried to the hilt in her still clutching pussy. Bobbie Joe's head rested comfortably on her mother's upper chest, her hands still tightly griping her waist. "Oh, my God," Bobbie Joe gasped after a couple of minutes. "What's going on?" "What do you mean, baby?" Rachel asked, without lifting her head from her daughter's shoulder. "Did we just ...?" Bobbie stuttered. "Yes." "Oh, mother," Bobbie Joe gasped, gripping her mother under the arms and pushing her upright so she could look at her face. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. The last thing I remember was going to bed." "Don't worry, baby," Rachel said, leaning forward and kissing her daughter lightly on the lips. "It's alright." "You're not mad?" she asked. "Oh, no," her mother responded wriggling her hips slightly. "That was the best fuck I've had in years." "You enjoyed it?" Bobbie Joe asked in surprise at her mother's language. "Oh, baby, you'll never know how much," Rachel said, kissing the girl again. "Well," Bobbie Joe said, wriggling her own ass a little, "judging by the tingling sensation in my pussy, I must have cum pretty hard myself. I just wish I could remember it." "You know," Rachel continued, gazing in to her daughter's eyes with love, "as far as I can tell, you were conceived right here," "You mean here in the kitchen?" Bobbie asked, looking around. "I mean right in this chair," Rachel said. "Right in this position." She smiled when she noticed Bobbie's expression. "Your father and I made love like this just before he left for work on the day he died. He said he wanted to do it one more time, but I told him he'd have to wait till he got home from work, otherwise he'd be late. He never came home." "Oh, mom," Bobbie Joe said softly, kissing her mother's lips, when she saw the sadness in her face. "I'm so sorry." "Don't be, baby," Rachel said, turning her sad expression to one of joy. "I haven't cum like that since... Well since your father and I made love." "Um, Mom?" "Yes, baby." "I'll understand if you say no," Bobbie Joe said hesitantly. "But, could we maybe do this again, but in bed this time, so I can enjoy it too?" "Oh, yes!" Rachel gushed, leaning forward to kiss her daughter passionately on the lips. "I'd love to do it with you again. Let me get off your lap." Using one hand on Bobbie Joe's shoulder and the other on the edge of the table, to steady herself, Rachel slowly lifted off of the still hard latex cock. As the monster slid out of her still clutching pussy with a loud slurping pop, followed by a gush of fluid, Rachel got her first look at the beast and gave a startled cry. "What is it, mom?" Bobbie Joe asked, worried that she may have hurt her mother. "My God. Where did you get that thing?" Rachel asked, staring at the cock. "From Sally," Bobbie Joe responded, still worried. "Why?" "That's your father's cock," Rachel gasped. "What?" "That is your father's cock in every detail," Rachel replied, looking from the dildo to her daughter's face. "It's exactly the same." "Are you sure?" Bobbie Joe asked, frowning slightly. "I mean it's been a long time." "Trust me, honey," Rachel continued. "I was very familiar with that particular part of your father's anatomy, and that is his cock. Same size, same shape, same mole." "Do-do-do-do-do-do," Bobbie Joe sang, doing the 'Twilight Zone' theme "I'm serious, honey," Rachel said in frustration. "I believe you, mom," Bobbie Joe responded, squeezing her mother's hand. "I'm not a big believer in the supernatural, but maybe, through me, dad was able to get that last fuck he never got, all those years ago." "You mean, like he possessed you?" Rachel asked, as she began to comprehend what Bobbie Joe was saying. "That would explain the voice." "Well I don't remember any of what happened after I laid down on the bed," Bobbie Joe replied. "What would you call it?" Both women did the Twilight Zone theme together. "Is he still in there?" Rachel asked staring into her daughter's eyes as if she were trying to see her late husband inside her daughter. "I don't think so," Bobbie Joe replied, pushing her mom away, so she could stand up. "Good," Rachel said, stepping back from her beautiful daughter. "Because, even though I miss your father, and still love him, and really enjoyed what we just did, I want this time to be between you and me." "Me too, mom," Bobbie Joe said, slipping her arm around her mother's waist and guiding her towards the door. "Me too." *** About nine months after their first night together, the day after Bobbie Joe's nineteenth birthday to be exact, Rachel gave birth to Bobbie Joe's "little sister", Roberta Josephine. They were both beyond surprised as Rachel had not been with a man in almost four years, and had not had sex of any kind in almost five. The only sex she had had was with Bobbie Joe. They let people believe what they wanted, because it was a lot easier than trying to make them believe what the two of them knew to be the truth – Bobbie Joe was possessed by her deceased father so he could enjoy on last romp with his wife. Of course his spirit probably hadn't expected the two women to become lovers because of it. Love Will Find a Way "Well," she said, "we'd better get to eating. Might not have the lights very much longer." "I'm sure you have candles, don't you?" asked Charlie. "Yes, I do. I'd better get them." Margie got several candles, placing one in the living room, and two on the dining room table. Charlie lit them for her while she set the food out on the table. As he lit the dining room candles, he noticed his meal for the night. A delicious beef stew, freshly baked rolls, and butter covered green beans. This woman was uncanny...she must read minds, he thought. He parked himself in the chair she indicated and they began to eat this wonderful meal. But, to be honest, Charlie would've eaten pig slop to be with this charming woman. Several times during the meal the lights flickered again, but they were prepared with the candles. The storm growled ever closer, the lightning bolts becoming more and more vehement in their jagged earthward journeys. The storm loomed directly overhead as they reached the end of the meal. Their delightful conversation during the meal, covering everything from the US's triumphs and tragedies in the Olympics to scary movies to recent medical marvels, continued during the cleaning up of the dishes. Charlie insisted on helping clean up, and with a smile Margie allowed his help. It was a way to continue the stimulating conversation that both of them had enjoyed immensely. As Margie handed Charlie a plate to dry, Charlie moved close to her and said, "I have a confession to make." Margie could only look at him, curiosity in her eyes...and perhaps a touch of expectation. "It seems I've made a terrible mistake," he said, his eyes filled with apparent remorse. "It seems you were right...that was a Zone episode after all." Margie, cueing on Charlie's somber looking face, expected some earth-shattering confession, and when she realized he was using his wonderful sense of humor to tease and play with her, she laughed a hearty laugh that made Charlie smile. "Charlie, you are something," she said, wiping tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, "but I knew I was right. Always listen to me, Charlie. You can't go wrong if you do." "I have been listening to you, Margie...all day. And I confess I not only enjoy it immensely, but I have rarely enjoyed hearing anyone talk as much as I have you today. You are such a joy to talk to." Margie blushed, and for the first time that day she seemed at a loss for words. But then she recovered quickly and quipped, "Another confession, Charlie? You keep that up and you're going to have to start a diary." She looked at him and he at her. Their eyes locked for several seconds, and what they saw in each other's eyes at that moment was something that they would both remember for many years to come. Margie broke the silence first. "Well, let's finish these up, shall we?" indicating the few remaining dishes to be taken care of. Just then a lightning bolt seared through the sky, seeming to land less than half a block from the little apartment. The thunderclap was instantaneous. And the lights were gone. Standing there in the candlelit kitchen, neither of them said anything for a few seconds. Then Margie said, "Well, I guess these dishes can be put off until later. No sense in washing them by candlelight." Charlie agreed and they went to the table, each taking a candle, and then walked in the wavering light into the living room. With the electricity completely out, there was nothing to do but sit and chat on the sofa, which both seemed to be eminently happy to do. Charlie sat in the center of the sofa, leaving room on either side for Margie, not know- ing if she had a preference, leaning forward to place his candle on the coffee table along with the one placed there earlier. Margie sat to his right, putting her candle on the end table next to the sofa. The conversation started off reasonably enough about the weather. They talked for what seemed only minutes, but when Charlie checked his watch, hours had flown by. The conversation continued, Charlie not wanting it to ever end, and so engrossed in their talk were these two that neither had noticed what had happened between them. At some point in the conversation, Margie had slipped off her shoes. She had swung her leg over and was resting her thigh on Charlie's. And, even more amazing, Charlie was gently rubbing her thigh and calf, his hand having pushed up her sun dress on one of its earlier treks along her leg. They both noticed this at the same time, and neither had any clue how long it had been going on. Charlie stammered out an apology, and Margie was a bit flushed, but neither made a move to alter the situation. They smiled and were at a loss as to what to do. But then the new Charlie emerged. "Does this bother you? If it feels good, I'm willing to continue...if it's ok with you, that is. If not, I'll give my hand a stern warning never to take such liberties again." "It feels wonderful, Charlie. Don't stop on my account." she stated, her warm smile returning and her red facial glow subsiding. Again the talking continued, as did the leg rubbing. Not very long after this, Charlie mustered up every ounce of courage he could dredge up from his core and he bumbled out, "Margie, I've had such a wonderful time today. I mean, I'm sorry I ran you down and all, but...you are just so delightful...I mean...well...I'd like to...do you think we could be..." Margie leaned over and grabbed Charlie's face and pulled him to her. She placed a kiss on his mouth, pressing her lips against his. "Charlie, you're delightful, too. You are so warm and so much fun. We seem to be on the same wavelength about almost everything." "Except Zone versus Limits," Charlie interrupted, smiling. "Well, that's only because I'm always right, Charlie. You might as well accept that and get used to it." she kidded. "But," she continued "how is it we've known each other at the office building for so many years but we've never met or even talked much before?" "I don't know," he said, his head down, "but now I feel like I've wasted so much time. When I think of all the years we could've known each other and been friends..." "Or more than friends, Charlie?" "Yes, much more, I wish." He started to say more, but he found Margie's index finger pressed to his lips. She reached down and took his hand in hers. She got up off of the sofa and urged him up as well. She turned and led Charlie along a hallway, stopping only to pick up one of the flickering candles. "Now where are you taking me?" asked Charlie, dense as ever. "Charlie, I'm taking you to my bedroom. Just like dinner, you have no choice in this. And when we get there, I'll expect you to rub more than just my leg." Charlie had broken out in a sweat. His mind whirled as the flickering candle cast shadows along the walls of the hallway. Margie turned into a doorway and ushered Charlie through it. She set the candle down on what appeared in the darkness to be a hope chest. She pushed Charlie back about two or three steps, kissing him full on the mouth as she did. Her tongue played between his lips and she gently sucked those lips as well, ending their brief quivering. Then she backed up. In the flickering candle light, Charlie watched the flowery rose petal sundress float slowly to the floor. He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. He slid his hands down her arms and then along her sides and hips. He leaned forward to kiss her breasts above her bra. He unclasped the bra and continued the kisses. When he looked up into her eyes he saw desire...a sight he hadn't seen in a woman's eyes for so long he almost didn't recognize it. They kissed passionately, and then both knew this was something special. Charlie put his hand around her waist, turning and leading her toward the bed. Again they kissed and her hands began to explore him as much as his did her. The rose petal dress was kicked aside and many other articles of clothing were soon to follow. The flame in Charlie's heart was a full blown inferno now...and nothing would stop this night of passion. He knew now that he must surely love this woman...and he suspected she loved him as well. The how's and why's of it all were unimportant. All that mattered to either of them was that this was real and sweet and warm. Their kisses burned long into the night...and neither Charlie nor Margie would ever be lonely again. The flame they'd ignited would burn for decades. And never again would the humiliating wraiths enter Charlie's world...