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Saturday Morning

By: cashcrunch



The warmth of the bed engulfed their two bodies, intertwined, blurring the lines of where he ends and she begins. Rising from the depths of sleep and falling from the heights of dreams, he stirs to consciousness. The blanket, shielding the pair from the cool winter morning, is heavy and comforting. Rain splatters on the window after it's skydive from the heavens.

As he realizes where he is, both in time and place, relief and relaxation flow over him. It's Saturday, it's morning, it's not necessary to tear himself from her, not yet. No need to plunge his feet into the icy air that seems to emit from the seemingly frozen hard wood floor. No need to soak his hands and face with scalding hot water to rip the stubble from his face with a lethal blade. No need to choke himself with a silk noose to join the herd of steel and rubber to the ivory towers in the distance. 

Squeezing her to him, she is soft and supple. Her cold feet trapped under his are unique as heat permeates from her body. The warm, soft skin of her thighs flows behind his hand like the wake of a ship as it sails north along her beautiful legs. The round bulges of her ass cheeks are pressed firmly to him. As he takes stock, he becomes aware of the pressure of her against him, he rises hard and firm, but confined. The pressure is almost unbearable.

Almost. After caressing and squeezing her behind, he allows his fingers to explore her tummy. While not taught and firm, it is smooth and familiar. Under a comforting layer of softness, her muscles are perfectly apparent, while not overly abundant. The steel stud that pierces her belly button brings a smile to his face. In making this grin, his chin scratches like sandpaper on the delicate skin of her shoulder.

Playing down between her legs with his fingers, like playing a piano, he finds what he seeks. Peeping, prying fingers work their way into her steamy, slippery wetness. She stirs, but only to turn and kiss his cheek before slipping back to rest. 

His lust growing, he rubs himself against the smooth skin of her backside. The crevice between her cheeks provides just enough engulfment to tease him. He begins stroking himself in and out, longing to force his way between her thighs. He longs to plunge something, other than his now slick fingers, into her.

Fluid is oozing from him now, coating her buttocks as he begins rigorously scratching the itch that is driving him insane. Running his fingers along her arms, she still does not stir. She is still in a haze. Warm, comfortable, in the nether region between being asleep and being awake. The warmth of him behind her, his hard chest pressed against her back, and the increasingly interruptive tempo of his thrusting. She is torn between action and inaction, but the teasing brings a smile to her face so she remains inert.

Attempting to taunt her awake, to action, he tickles her under arm and thinks her smile is from this playfulness. The feel of his hardness against her behind is turning him into an animal. He is going mad with need for her. The inviting feel of her breasts is doing nothing to relieve this, only feeding his want for her like an appetizer before dinner. 

Kissing her neck, he runs his fingers to her hair as fast as he can. Tangling himself in her curls, the soft, fruity smell of her sexy long hair makes him lick his lips. Pulling the strands from her ears, he nips and sucks on her ear lobe.

Her left ear in his mouth, she is grinning from it to the pillow. Turning, without a word, she reaches up and pulls his lips to hers. As their lips dance their tongues join the fray, travelling from his mouth to hers like a tide ebbing and flowing.

Her beautiful behind, the source of so much pleasure and torture, is now firmly pressed to the bed. His soaking wet cock lies across her thigh, as if reaching for her. She is now fully awake, kissing more now than breathing. He's been teased long enough and the longing in her has arisen.

Moving her long fingers with their blade-like nails, she traces a path of scratches along his back. She weaves and spins them like skaters, leaving a red trail along his skin. His back muscles are flexed as he rises up with his arms, preparing for a dive. A dive, not into cool water, but into her to become one. As he hovers over her, his head finds her opening. Both are hot and wet. Her legs spread wide, an open invitation.

A miniscule thought of teasing her in turn passes through his mind like a lightening bolt. The firm grasp of her fingers on his ass makes it vanish just as fast. The blades of her nails penetrate his skin and he does her sex.

The relief and joy that his struggle is at an end is overwhelming. Breaking the silence, he growls and grrr's. Plunging into her, she is so warm, so tight, so right. Her sex is to him as the bed is to them now. They are together.

Her cool feet graze his behind as he is lost in his relief. She pulls him in, to fill her and join her. His primal grunts make her smile. He is her man. He feels he's having his way with her, but she is having her way with him. She hopes they will always have their way with each other.

Intoxicated with the moment, he senses that he has no eyes, no ears, no tongue. Just himself, heading deeper and deeper within her. Over and over he goes. Seemingly searching to explore her, each expedition rewarding. She pulls on his hair and her nails, snapping like splinters into his back, draw blood. He is oblivious to pain as pleasure grows from his groin and spreads to his head. The anticipation, the knowing, the build-up gets higher, higher, higher, and higher.

She feels him now, losing himself in her. His breath comes hot and fast. The bed screeches and moans at this onslaught. Yet, not only is it the springs and wood groaning and moaning, it is she that adds to the chorus of sexual chaos. Begging and commanding him both at the same time to fill her. For him to give it to her, harder, harder, harder, and harder.

He feels the anticipation rise to a peak just as he feels himself erupting within her. All six feet of him is lost in the sensation of seven inches. He's longed for this for minutes that have felt like millennia. To give her his seed. That she loves him and wants it, makes him feel complete. His eyes closed, yellow light seems to flash across his eyelids. The orgasmic endorphins flow through him, drifting on the rivers of his blood stream. 

As he thrusts and twitches, she feels him come within her. Feels his seed spraying from his head and coating her insides. The initial spurt is strong and distinct, but quickly the torrent turns to a trickle. His muscles tense and she can feel his strength give out. He descends to her, smothering her body with the weight of his own. His hardness fading, but not disappearing, from within her. She caresses his back and pets his hair like she would a puppy. He was a good boy after all.

Lost in the relaxation and incoherent in his bliss he lowers his head to her breasts. There, just inches away, beats the heart that loves him. Thump thump, thump thump. Music to his ears and his favourite tune, heard through his favourite set of head phones.

She runs her hands along his battle-scarred back. Her palms find his cheeks, grisly and scratching the gentle skin between her breasts. Lifting his head, raising his gaze to meet hers, she pulls his lips to hers once again. Pulling back, he takes in the beautiful green hue of her eyes. So vibrant, Celtic and mysterious.

As he makes to open his mouth, to speak to this goddess he worships, she stops him. Her finger on his lips touches him with the delicacy of a feather, but with the strength of steel. Hushing him, she smiles revealing the pure, pearl whites of her teeth. 

"Good morning love."

Saturday Morning



"Haven't you ever wanted to push your limits?" you ask me one warm Saturday morning. I stare at you in the mirror as I brush my teeth, my eyes wide and eyebrows raised. I suspect you're about to propose something for us to do and I can hardly wait to hear what you have in mind. Lately, your ideas have been getting more brazen. I don't know how you're going to top last Saturday night. Portions of what we did are illegal in 9 states I think.

I rinse my mouth and slide my toothbrush back into its slot. I lean against the counter and watch you shave. You're trying not to grin too hard as the blade runs over your face and neck.

"You're dying to know, I can tell," you say.

"What gave me away?" I try to sound cocky.

"Well, when I said that, I noticed your nipples got hard under your shirt and it's not exactly cold in here today."

I glance down. Damn! Traitors!

"You trust me right? You know I love you?"

"Yes, I do," I reply cautiously.

"I've got an idea that you may not be crazy about. Might be too much to handle, even for you."

I really want to know what you're thinking about but I refuse to show it. Your grin gets even bigger as you finish shaving and wash the last bit of shaving cream off your face.

"I invited a um...friend over. You sure you trust me?"

Every bit of me is dying to ask but if you're going to play coy, so will I. "A friend, huh? Anyone I know?" I think I know what your idea is and I really hope I'm right.

"You might know him, but you'll get to know him very well pretty soon. He said he'd be here around 10.

"It's already 945!" I protest. "I haven't had a shower yet."

"So, get naked and jump in. If you aren't done when he gets here, I'm sure we can find something to entertain ourselves with." I get a quick kiss from you. "I'll go make the bed and start some coffee."

I peel out of my clothes and start the water. I step in and let the hot water pour over my body. I do the basic wash, hair, body, face, arms, legs, a quick shave to tidy things up. I switch the nozzle to pulse and let the water pound down on my shoulders and neck. I've got my head tipped back and eyes closed when I hear the curtain pull back. "No rush baby but he's here. Hmmm...I'm almost disappointed that he's on time. I'd love to join you." I can hear the smile in your voice.

"You could, you know." I step forward and reach for your hand, guiding it toward my nearly bare pussy. "You think your friend would be offended if you were back here for a few minutes? I was thinking you could get me off real fast."

"Tempting offer," you say, one finger darting between my lips to tease my clit. "Very tempting, but that's not what I have in mind. Like I said though, take your time finishing up in here. We aren't going anywhere."

You back out of the shower. I spend a few minutes more, enjoying the hot, pulsing water and slippery soap. I finally decide to get out, turn off the water and pull back the curtain.

"Hey honey, I need a towel!" I call out.

"Be right there!" You step back into the bathroom, no towel in sight. The only item in your hands is a long strip of dark fabric.

"I just want to be sure, you really trust me, right?" your voice is throaty, I can tell you're aroused.

"Completely," I say, suddenly breathless.

"Fantastic. Close your eyes."

I close my eyes and feel my heart pounding "I still need a towel."

"First things first," you tie the fabric over my eyes. "Take my hand and follow me."

You lead me from the bathroom and stop me a few steps into the bedroom. "Here's that towel." Two hands drape the towel over my back and start to dry me. Two hands! On my back! You're still holding my hand in front of me! Oh baby, this is what I thought you had planned! The hands run the towel over my naked body, gently drying me.

"Don't you usually put on lotion after you shower?" you ask. I nod. "I thought so. Sit on the bed and relax." You guide me to the bed and I sit on the corner. You release my hand. The towel leaves my body and is replaced by warm, strong hands, rubbing lotion into my tingling skin down my arms and legs. When the hands cross my stomach, they linger on my breasts, rubbing lightly across my nipples. I suck in my breath. These are clearly his hands, I know exactly how yours feel and these are different. He slowly smoothes the jasmine scented lotion across my skin like a massage. I wonder where you are. I know that you usually watch me when I put lotion on myself. I can only imagine what you might be thinking as you watch another man running his hands over my naked body. I hope this is turning you on as much as it is me. I'm getting even more aroused at the prospect that I'm right.

The hands leave my body and he sits behind me on the bed. At least I think it's him. I guess it could be you. The sudden thought of not knowing which of you is behind me sends a chill up my spine. A kiss planted on my left shoulder, a tongue trailing toward my neck, hot breath in my ear. Your voice "You still trust me?" So it's you behind me! More chills run through me.

I nod and feel your hands reach around to my stomach as you continue to kiss my shoulders and neck. I feel his hands brush down my arms and pick up my hands. He places them on his stomach.

"Feel free to explore him baby, anywhere you want to touch him," you whisper into my ear. I run my fingertips over his chest and stomach. 

"Anywhere you want, that's why I'm here," he says. Hearing his voice startles me, as if somehow, he's now real. You're behind me, kissing, nipping anywhere you can reach. You stop at my earlobe and tug on it with your teeth. Then, so quiet I suspect only I can hear, you whisper "I'm right here. I know you want this, I want this. Do what feels good. If it's too much, that's ok, we can stop."

"Like hell we're stopping," I try to reply, my protest cut short when he takes my face in his hands and kisses me. It's soft at first, testing, then he runs his tongue across my lips, pausing to suck on my bottom lip. I return his kiss, snaking my tongue into his mouth. His hands leave my face and travel over my bare shoulders and arms, reaching again for my hands. He ends the kiss and moves my hands to the zipper of his jeans.

"Go ahead," he says. "Take out my cock, I want to feel your hands on me." I unzip his jeans and tug them lower on his hips. A moan, from which of you I'm not sure. I feel you pressing closer, your hands reaching around me, stroking my stomach so lightly. One hand moves to cup my breast, pulling on the nipple. The other hand down to my pussy, parting my lips, massaging my clit.

"I want to see you sucking his dick," you say, sending more shivers through me. He steps closer to me. I lick the tip gently. "That's right, take him into your mouth." I wrap my lips around the head, not believing this moment. I'm naked between two men, my beloved behind me, fingering my clit, making me wet and I'm sucking the rigid cock of the unknown man in front of me. One of my hands reaches for his balls, rolling them between my fingers. I feel him get even stiffer in my mouth.

"Yeah, she is good, but I'd like to taste her pussy," he says. "Push her to the very edge of the bed."

"Time to scoot forward. He's gonna take really good care of you." You move me to the edge of the bed and pull my thighs apart. I'm still sucking on him, wrapping my lips around the shaft, sliding him in and out.

He backs away. I hear him remove his jeans completely and they drop to the floor. His hands on my knees, pushing them even wider apart. "She's really wet. You were right. She is getting off from this," he says to you.

I reach behind me and wrap my arms around your neck, arching my back. Your hands continue to caress my stomach, breasts and arms. He starts to kiss my inner thigh, a slow trail of pressure moving toward my slick hole. As he gets closer, my breathing quickens, anticipating that first warm lick, that first hot breath. He makes me wait for it, starting again on my other leg, slower this time.

Again your hand slides down to tease my clit. You rub in small soft circles around my little bud. I start to squirm against you to get you to use more pressure. Moans and whimpers begin to pour out of me, I just want to feel more. You keep up the tender torture without indulging my silent request.

His mouth is hovering over my cunt now. I can feel his hot breath. He slides a finger into my hole, swirling it around, making me writhe against him. Then his tongue, his soft warm tongue next to your finger. I can feel my orgasm building, the idea of what's being done to me fueling my desire. I clutch you to me harder, begging you both to let me cum. I want to so badly. He's got two fingers inside me now, his tongue and your fingers tormenting my clit.

"I think she should wait. I think she shouldn't cum till we fuck her," you tell him as you both stop.

"Oh baby no! I want it now! Please don't make me wait," I beg in a whisper.

"Don't worry. We're going to make you cum real soon. Take his hands, stand up," you tell me.

I'm shaky but strong enough to stand. I hear you shifting on the bed from where you were sitting. He turns me back to face the bed. He's pulling me to him with one arm, kissing my neck and cupping my pussy with his other hand. His voice in my ear now "Bend over and suck on his cock. I'm going to fuck you from behind. See, we are going to let you cum."

You reach for my face and pull me town for a kiss. "Remember, we can stop any time if you want to," you whisper.

"No way. This feels so good. Oh baby, you're going to get to watch. While I suck your cock, another man is...ohhh!" he cuts me off by plunging his hard dick deep inside me. He rams it in a few times. I feel your hands guiding my mouth toward your own swollen rod. I wrap my mouth around you, taking you in deep, one hand grasping the shaft. It's becoming hard to concentrate. He's pounding in deeper with each stroke. I lick the underside of your cock all the way to your balls, taking each one into my mouth, sucking on it, rolling my tongue over them. I hear you moaning.

"Man, she's really wet. Her little cunt feels so good," he says, his voice ragged.

"We did say we wouldn't make her wait, at least not very long," you tell him. "But slow down a bit. I don't want to be left out. I want to cum in her mouth while you get her off with your cock."

I can tell from your breathing that you're getting close to your own orgasm. Your voice is a jagged, raspy whisper as you say "Come on slut, make me cum. Suck my dick while he pounds your pussy." This command from you makes me even hotter for this. I begin to suck you even harder, licking, kissing, nibbling, stroking. My hands all over your cock and balls.

"Ohhh...go ahead, man. I'm gonna cum. Do whatever you want, whatever...it takes...to get her..." your voice trails off as I feel your cock explode in my mouth, feeling your cum sliding down my throat.

"So, I get to make you cum now, my lovely," he says as you pull away from me. "You ok over there? I thought this was the part you really wanted to see."

"Mmm...yeah, I'm ok, just one thing," you say, pulling the blindfold off my eyes. "Try to keep your eyes open while he fucks you. I want you looking at me."

My hands, no longer caressing you, are now roaming over my own body, reaching for my pussy. He grabs my hips and pulls me in tightly. His cock is slamming into me now. My eyes close. I know you want me looking at you but this feels so good, I can't help getting lost in this.

I feel your lips brush mine. You've moved in close to see the ecstasy on my face. I put both hands behind your neck and deepen our kiss. I only break the kiss to moan, "Play with my clit. I don't care who does it." Both of you reach for me again, fingers sliding and rubbing. His cock fucking me. He starts to moan, a low steady building groan. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum inside her. Her little cunt is so wet, so tight," he lapses into animal grunts, his hands back on my hips, thrusting into me. Your hand is still on my pussy. His hard cock, plunging deep, your fingers swirling around my cunt. I go over the edge "Oh yeah! Fuck my pussy. Oh yes! This feels so good!" You place your free hand behind my head and kiss me as I begin to relax.

He pulls out of me, playfully pinching my ass. You put your arms around me and pull me to the bed, wrapping me with blankets as my shivers begin. I hear the shower start. You cover my face with kisses, telling me you love me and that you loved doing this together.

"Baby, you ok? You're really quiet," you check on me after a few minutes of silence from me.

"Yeah," I reply quietly. "I'm ok."

"You sure? That wasn't too much was it?" There's concern in your voice.

"Too much? Good god no! Not at all! I just have one question," I say playfully.

"Just one?"

"Mmmhmm...you know if he's free next Saturday?"



Saturday Morning



Waking up from a steamy dream about us, I open my eyes to see you aren't in the bed next to me. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and stretch my long legs across the entire bed... then roll over to your side, bury my nose in the pillows and inhale your scent. A smile plays across my face as I settle deeper into your side of the bed. Our cat lays at my feet, lazy and sleepy just like me. He stirs as I stretch and move in the bed, comes up to me and settles next to my waist, purrs and goes back to sleep. I lay with my head facing the doorway, my eyes open but unfocused as the scent of you has sparked a memory of the dream I just woke from. Then you appear in the doorway, a single white rose in your hand. I smile, moving onto my side from my stomach and prop my head up on my hand. 

"Good morning my beautiful.." you say as you sit on the edge of the bed next to me. 

"Morning.." I reply with a yawn. Then: "is that for me?" 

"No baby, it's for the cat.." you say as you put the rose to the cat's nose for a sniff. 

I laugh and say "smart ass. Now kiss me." You do as I ask, pressing your lips to mine in a soft, sweet, lingering kiss. 

"Hungry?" you ask me after you pull away. 

"A little.. what time is it?" 

Turning around to look at the clock on the nightstand that's out of my view, you reply "8:30.." I grimace and fall back onto the pillows. 

In a whiney voice I say "but it's Saturday. I wanted at least another hour in bed before I got up..." 

You laugh at me, lay the rose on the pillow next to me, and say "nobody said anything about you getting up, baby. Stay in bed, I'll make you something to eat." 

Kissing me on the forehead and smoothing my hair, you get up and disappear from the room. As you go, I can't help but watch you leave. With each step, your calf muscles contract, your behind moves fantastically, the small of your back twists, and the skin rolls on and over the muscles around your shoulder blades. With your arms at your sides, I can see your triceps moving with each swing as you walk. When you're out of sight, I sigh, wondering if it's unhealthy for me to appreciate your body so much. I giggle at the thought and first put my nose to the rose, one of my favorite flowers, then back into the pillows where the scent of you still lingers; the only scent that truly stimulates each of my senses. 

After a few minutes you reappear, say to me "here, love" and hand me a small glass of orange juice, drop a kiss on my nose, and leave the room again. 

Suddenly finding myself famished, I down the orange juice fairly quickly. Wanting more, I sit up in bed slowly, pausing to sit on the edge. I stand and put on a pair of lacy boy-short type panties, then pull a camisole over my head. I pick up the rose from the bed, step into my slippers and walk towards the kitchen. You don't hear me behind you and I find myself stopped at the doorway, leaned against the door jamb, just watching you. On your feet are socks and house shoes, other than that you're wearing nothing but a pair of navy and baby blue striped boxers. The TV is on in the other room, volume turned down low, playing cartoons; Tom and Jerry at the moment. I giggle at this; I love the little boy in you. This was something we always had in common, no matter our age; we still watch cartoons every now and again. 

But you aren't watching the TV; you're humming a little tune to yourself in the kitchen, something I can't quite make out. You're lost in your plans for breakfast, moving back and forth from the stove to the refrigerator and then to the countertops where you're preparing something I can't quite see. More than likely, it is one of your famous omelettes that I love so much. After a few minutes I step into the kitchen and grab a small vase from under the sink, draw water from the tap and place the rose in the water. 

"Thank you for the rose babe, it's so beautiful." I say as I turn to you and wrap my arms around you from behind, placing soft wet kisses on your shoulder blades and moving my hands up and down your chest and stomach. You stop what you're doing and place your hands over mine, lean your head back against me and say,

"A beautiful rose for my beautiful girl." 

I smile against your skin, closing my eyes as I inhale the scent of you. I stand there awhile not moving, pressing my cheek to your back, my eyelashes fluttering against the back of your neck. You're unmoving as well, the breakfast tasks seem to be forgotten for the moment as you move your hands up and down my forearms. I feel a familiar desire start to unwind in my belly, and I playfully run my finger along the waistband of your boxers. I've begun kissing your back again; softly nibbling on the back of your neck where I know it sends chills through your entire body. You can't help but shiver against me and I can feel the goose bumps on your arms as my hands travel up and down over your skin. 

I reach around and place a hand underneath your chin, gently forcing you to lean your head back to where your face is pointed at the ceiling, and I move in to the side of your neck, trailing my tongue up the side to the sensitive area underneath and behind your ear. As my lips enclose your earlobe, your mouth opens as you let out the breath you'd been holding. My other hand is on your waist and I grab onto you more fiercely as my tongue probes at your ear; licking and biting and exploring each crevasse. My fingernails rake your side as I sigh into your ear, and your body starts to move around with excitement as you let out a soft whimper. I know your ear is one of the most sensitive spots on your body. 

With your back still to me, I begin to trail my tongue up and down your back, kissing your shoulder blades, moving my head under your arms to bite your ribs, running my hands down your hips and thighs when my mouth finds the small of your back, placing kisses on each side of your spine. My hands creep back up your body, and my fingertips play underneath your boxers and reach around to cup your balls. I hear your hands slap the counter in front of you; you're using it for support to hold you up. Gently massaging you with one hand, my other hand explores your calves, up your thighs, across your ass, and from your side to your chest it lands on one of your nipples where I gently pull and pinch simultaneously with each grip of your balls. You're breathing heavy now, talking to me the way that you do, telling me how good it feels when I touch you. Without seeing your face, I know that your eyes are closed, your eyebrows knitted together, and your mouth hanging open. This is just where I want you, you delicious man. 

I stand and back a few inches away from you, just enough so we aren't touching in any way. I can see your chest rising and falling from the back as you are gaining composure of yourself, your head leaned down, hands still placed on the counter in front of you. You turn around and your eyes graze over me; you haven't seen me since I came out of the bedroom because you had your back to me cooking when I entered the kitchen. A smile curls up one corner of your mouth as you see I'm wearing one of your favorite types of panties. You come at me quick, wrapping your arms around my waist, plunging your tongue into my mouth and walking me backwards until I'm pinned against the wall behind me. You push your body up against me, grinding your pelvis into mine, making sure I know how bad you want me. 

Your hands roam my entire body, savagely you rip my camisole away from my breast and pull it out to squeeze and pull at it while your mouth plants hot sloppy kisses on my neck and collarbone. You take my arms and put them against the wall above my head, pinning them together with one hand, then as you're passionately kissing me, your other hand finds its way underneath my panties to finger my wetness. I bring one knee up against your waist to give you better access to me and you plunge two fingers deep inside of me. I gasp against your mouth and my lips go slack, unable to kiss you back. You bite at my bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth, fucking me with your fingers, simultaneously thrusting your pelvis up against me to match your fingers' rhythms. 

The sensation of this passion is deliciously overwhelming for me, I find strength enough to rip my arms free from your grip and walk you backwards until you collide against the refrigerator where magnets and pictures are knocked to the floor. Not caring, I slant my mouth against yours; reaching into your boxers to grip you so tight it makes your breath catch in your throat. I can feel the veins full of blood and the skin very tight as I begin to move my hand back and forth with you in my grip. I take a moment to reach up and spit in my hand, and then I take you once again into my palm this time wet and slippery. I know this sensation is heaven for you as you fall against me. You begin talking again, telling me you want to fuck me. 

We're ripping at each other's clothes like animals and before I know it you've wrapped your arms around my waist and lifted me onto the counter, pressing yourself between my legs. I can feel you warm and stiff against me, and I whisper in your ear that "she's" aching for you. Without hesitation you plunge into me so deep that it blurs my vision for a few seconds and my body almost collapses. Raking the skin of your back underneath my fingernails, I can see your face grimace; but you like this pain and you pound into me even harder. Screaming for you not to stop, never to stop, you place my legs over your arms and pick me up, holding me in the air and reaching a point in me so deep I shake with convulsions and cum all over you. Sensing that you're reaching your own breaking point, you let me down and I stand with my back to you, bent over the kitchen counter. You smack my ass twice before you push into me and it's not long before I feel your body start to shake and I clamp my inner muscles down on you and thrust my ass up in the air and back against you, reaching behind me to grab your hips and keep you locked deep inside of me. 

You grip my waist, cry out and throw your head back as you let it all go with an "oh shiiiiiittt!!!" 

I collapse against the counter, breathing hard, muscles weak, and to stop yourself from crushing me, you brace yourself on top of me with one hand on each side of my shoulders. At last you can't hold yourself and you fall on top of me, breathing loudly in my ear, kissing my back and shoulders. We come down slowly and I turn around in your embrace. We kiss softly, cooing to each other, giggling at the magnets strewn all over the floor, making jokes that we're both REALLY hungry now. 

I pour myself more orange juice, tell you I love you and without getting redressed, have a seat on the couch to watch cartoons. You clean our passions off the counter and continue back to the other side of the kitchen to finish preparing breakfast. 

I love Saturday mornings...



Saturday Morning



So I finally get to see his place. He had tried to keep his wife a secret from me. I knew, there were always little clues, but why say anything. Don't we all have our little secrets? I never asked, and I never pushed. The arrangement we had was just fine with me. But he finally told me about her. Our arrangement had changed anyways; my husband was around now, so we had to alter our meeting places. When I met him at his office one night after a long drive from up North, he finally told me. That night was fun, but I couldn't stay long and neither could he, an hour or two, a quickie by our standards His wife was expecting him home and my husband was expecting me. So when I had the idea to see him the next time, it involved some planning. 

His wife works weekends so that was easy enough, she would be gone for most of the day. So it was his place where we'd be meeting. I was a bit nervous, it was something new, and I was seeing a side of him I never had. But I was so excited. So when that Saturday came around, my husband thought I was going to see a gay friend of mine who lives about two hours from me. I would be gone all day. 

As I left my apt and got in the car, I kept thinking about all of our past encounters. I realized I really missed having him come down in the morning to wake me up with his amazing tongue, and having our long days on the weekend where he'd spend hours with me at my apt. In the past year, he gained complete control over me, and in doing so, he made me feel sexier and more alive than anyone ever has. I thought about all these things while I was driving to see him. And it made me nervous. It took me a while to figure out why I had butterflies, I haven't had them since the first time we met, but I finally did, it was because I was entering his world. I no longer had the comforts of my apt and my town. I was going somewhere I had never been.

When I arrived, I waited in our designated spot until he called my cell. I sat in the little parking area and wondered about the daily activity in a little community like this one. Would anyone wonder why I was sitting in my car reading a book? I would if I had passed by that scene. I saw his truck drive up out of the corner of my eye and I put my book away. He saw me and smiled, and at that moment, all those butterflies went away, because in that one smile I felt safe and comfortable. I hopped in his truck and we drove the little ways to his place. 

We walked up to the door. I commented on the Christmas wreath that was still up and laughed a little. But as soon as I stepped in the door, he had me up against the wall kissing me. God how I had missed those lips. He told me get on my knees, no commanded me to. I had forgotten how good it felt to serve his wishes. When I'm with him, and even when I'm not, my body is his. He has such a power over me. It's the opposite with my husband, I'm always in charge, and I hate it sometimes. I don't want that responsibility, nor do I relish the power that comes with it. I'm so much more when I'm taking the orders. No one else can control me, I don't let them. But he has all the power here and I won't ever contest it.

He took out his long hard cock. I love his cock, its perfect. It's thick and long and fills me completely. I showed him just how much I had missed him with my mouth on his cock. But then he drew me up and undid my pants. As my pants lowered, he dropped to his knees, spread my legs and let his tongue work its magic. I'm not sure if I came right away. I probably did, but all I can remember is that feeling of absolute bliss when his tongue caressed me. Its all at once familiar and new, an amazing sensation. He then turned me around and spread my legs as I bent over a little farther. With my hands propped on the wall, he entered me. I know I cried out, it felt so good. Even though it had only been a few weeks since we had seen one another, I couldn't believe how good it felt. To feel his gorgeous cock filling me up again, I was completely undone.

He fucked me until I could barely stand. Then he gave me a tour of his place. Downstairs first, including letting me meet his gorgeous dog. Poor thing had to be put in her kennel so that she wouldn't follow us around. I have always hated caging animals, but I understood the need for it that day. I didn't exactly want a four legged audience to our activities. Then he brought me upstairs, showed me all the rooms, and ending with the master bedroom. I didn't see his influence in this room. It was too sparse and too feminine. I saw him in the leather furniture downstairs, and the colors, but this room was all her. 

He kissed me and had me strip, and then he laid me down on the bed. For as much as I like pain, he can be exceedingly gentle with me. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and fucked me. And as I was about to cum, he replaced his cock with his tongue. One of his rules. He always wants me to cum in his mouth. It's a good rule. He had me flip over so that I was on my stomach facing him and I sucked his cock some more. This time he did get rough, his hands on my head forcing me to take his cock deep in my throat, even causing me to gag a few times. And then as he gentled on my head, his hands came down on my bare ass. Hard. It made me moan and scream, and all my muscles tensed waiting for the next blow. But he could feel it and waited till my body relaxed, then again his hands welted my bare ass. He had me roll over on to my back so that my head was hanging off the bed, and still sucking his cock, he proceeded to spank my pussy. He was no gentler with that then he was with my ass.  He knows my pain threshold; he's only ever reached it once. He also knows all the little spots that drive me crazy. My shoulders being bitten are an almost instant orgasm, but I can't have the marks of those bites on me so he found somewhere new to bite. My inner thigh. And god he bit me so hard I though I was going to scream from pain and pleasure.  He didn't just bite me once either, it was repeated again and again until I almost hit that threshold. But he stopped and told me to stand up. 

He bent me over the bed and fucked me. And his hands went to my throat, a place he knows effects me. He's trained me slowly to withstand more pressure and more time, but I still cannot keep from calling out our safe word. My husband's name. I was so close to tears, and so scared I barely heard him as he climbed up on the bed and told me to come up and lay with him. My whole body shook as he stroked and caressed and kissed me. He used his hands and his lips and his voice to calm me. I've never trusted anyone with so much of me as I have him. My body and my mind calmed as his hands continued to explore my body. He pulled me on top of him and I rode him until he came deep inside me. I love feeling him cum inside me. It's that one moment where everything feels so complete.

After cleaning up a little, we just lay together on his bed and talked. And the subject of one of our last telephone conversations came up. He had expressed some interest in me exploring some more. He told me how he had once had a woman explore with her tongue and her fingers, making him cum harder than he ever had before. Well, I'm always up for trying new things, especially with him, so I had said sure. So he went and got the K-Y while I waited on his bed. He came back and lay down. And I realized that for these few moments, I was in charge. I felt powerful then. Like I've never felt with my husband. I despise being in control with my husband. It makes him weak in my eyes. But right now, with my mouth lowering on his cock, and my fingers starting to explore, I felt amazing. Because this man, who has utter and complete control of me, trusts me enough to turn the tables for a while. I smiled at him as I took his cock. I let my fingers roam a little, cupping his balls, stroking his shaft. And then I let them wander a little farther down, with one finger gently applying a little pressure. I heard his intake of breath, and felt him respond. His cock got rock hard in my mouth as I gently inserted just the tip of my middle finger. His hips bucked as I pressed a little further, his moaning urging me farther and harder. I used a little more K-Y and pushed as deep as I could. With every thrust of my finger, he moaned a little more. Slowly, and gently I inserted a second finger. My hands and fingers are tiny, so two of my fingers are like someone else's one. He told me to ride him, facing away, so I could continue with my fingers. I've never felt his cock so long and hard. I rode him and matched his hip thrusts with my fingers. I heard his intake of breath and I knew he was going to cum, so I thrust as hard as I could with those fingers. He exploded deep inside me. He moaned and shuddered while he kept cumming and cumming. His orgasm sent me over the edge and had me cumming with him. 

We both got cleaned up and he led me downstairs so he could let the dog out. I explored a little, wandering around, looking at pictures and knick-knacks. He brought me over to the couch and showed me some picture albums. I got to see the blackmail pictures of when he was younger. Everyone has blackmail pictures. They are the pictures of you when you had bad fashion sense. I got a good laugh looking at pictures of him from 20 years ago. He also showed me pictures of his children. I felt really connected with him then. He was sharing a very personal side. He had mentioned his children in passing before, but now I was seeing them, and hearing about them. I got to hear the stories of vacations and birthdays. All those things that you take pictures of to remember about your family. After he shared these memories with me, we went back up stairs.

We crawled back into bed together and I straddled him, riding him slowly at first. He made me cum a couple more times, making my whole body tremble. After we just cuddled and talked. He asked me how I was feeling about some upcoming events in my life. Its funny, he worries about me more than my husband sometimes it seems. But time was running short, and I still had a bit of a drive home, so we hopped in the shower and cleaned up. Then we got dressed and got in his truck. He drove me to my car where we said goodbye. I had to follow him out because he lives in a very confusing development. But once I hit the fork in the road, I was on my way back home. And that thought was slightly depressing.



Saturday Morning



I tried to capture the emotional connection between dominant and submissive in this story. It might start a little slow, but I hope the second half makes up for the slow start. I would welcome comments from both dominants and submissives on the interaction of mistress and submissive in this story...

Susan felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest as she knelt between her mistress' legs. Her mistress casually sat working on her laptop completely ignoring her slave girl. It had been almost one week since Susan was last permitted to orgasm. Since then, Ms. Stanton required her slave girl to bring herself to the very edge of release three times a day. Under no circumstance was Susan permitted to orgasm. It was Saturday morning, and Susan hoped that her mistress would grant her at least one orgasm soon.

Susan recited over and over in her mind the rules her mistress set for her...her submissive buzz deepening with each word. Her favorite..."Rule 3 – my pleasure is a gift from my mistress. I am not to touch my pussy or orgasm without her express permission"...Susan kept saying these words over and over. Susan needed to say those words...her submissive buzz deepening with each word. She needed to feel completely owned by her mistress.

Ms. Stanton loved pushing Susan to her limits and watching her struggle with her desires. Submission was easy if it was what a submissive really wanted. Submission was difficult if there were hard choices. Ms. Stanton kept Susan on the very edge of her release always giving her the choice of pleasing her mistress or receiving permission to orgasm without punishment or reprimand. Susan could not have both. Ms. Stanton loved watching Susan struggle with that choice. 

It was a game they both played with each other. Susan refused to give in to her own pleasure over the pleasure of her mistress. Ms. Stanton knew Susan would not give in, and loved that about her slave girl. Susan's devotion thrilled her for reasons she could not completely explain. She longed to finally hear Susan beg for her orgasm. It was then that Ms. Stanton knew Susan would began to accept her own sexuality.

Ms. Stanton loved watching her slave girl struggle to hold back her orgasm when she was on the very edge of her release. She loved watching her slave girl struggle to remain in position as she used the whip or crop on her. Susan was expected to remain in her assigned position without restraints no matter what her mistress did. She was expected to have complete self control at all times. 

Ms. Stanton loved taking her slave girl to the very edge of her orgasm only to deny her permission to cum at the last instant. She loved the cute little face her slave girl made when she struggled to hold back her release. She loved hearing Susan whimper when her orgasm was denied. Susan would whimper, but she refused to beg for her orgasm. She was too reserved to fully accept her own sexuality. Susan detached her submission from her sexuality. It was that detachment that Ms. Stanton longed to break.


Ms. Stanton started Susan's training in self control by taking her to within the count of ten of her orgasm. When Susan reached that point, she was to ask permission to cum. If permission was granted and she failed to orgasm by the end of the count, she would be denied another chance for an orgasm for three days. Ms. Stanton, of course, could also take Susan to the very edge of her release, and then deny her permission to orgasm. Susan never knew if permission would be granted. Not knowing made her feel exquisitely submissive. There was nothing more personal than turning over your own sexual pleasure to another.

Eventually, Ms. Stanton had trained Susan to request permission to orgasm only when she was within the count of three of her release. It was even more difficult to be taken so close and then be denied her orgasm. Ms. Stanton constantly increased the time between orgasms forcing Susan to earn each and every orgasm. This kept Susan in a deliciously submissive mood. 

Susan felt her moisture on the insides of her widely parted thighs. Her face rested against her mistress' soft inner thigh. Her lips nearly touching her mistress' well trimmed sex under her mistress' short tight skirt. Susan wanted to reach out with her tongue, and taste her mistress's sweet nectar. However, she knew that would definitely earn her a few stripes with the crop, which would have been worth it. It was the thought of her mistress' disappointment that kept her in line. 

Susan desperately wanted to please her mistress in every way. Being kept on the very edge of release always intensified her desire to sexually please her mistress, but that was not the extent of her submission. She did not submit because she did not want any responsibility or to have someone take care of her. Submission simply thrilled Susan. It thrilled her for as long as she could remember. She was drawn to pleasing others her entire life, but it was submission that made her feel truly alive. It was submission that caused the butterflies in her lower stomach to flutter. 

Susan loved serving her mistress in every way. She always arrived at the office early to get her mistress, who was also her employer, coffee and warm bagel. She always stayed late to make sure there was nothing more she could do. She loved cleaning her mistress' office and apartment. She wanted everything to be perfect for her mistress. No detail was too small.

Ms. Stanton tried to remain focused on her work. She could feel Susan's hot breath on her already wet sex, and she wondered if Susan could see the wetness forming between her legs. Ms. Stanton was a partner at a prestigious law firm, and needed to complete some legal documents before Monday morning. She knew she would get little work done this morning, but she wanted to show Susan that she had enough self control to focus on her work while Susan knelt between her legs ready to pleasure her mistress. 

This was another game they played with each other. Ms. Stanton tested her slave girl by making her kneel beside her waiting patiently for her next command. This was as much of an exercise in self control for Ms. Stanton as it was Susan. Ms. Stanton wanted to show Susan that she had as much self control as her slave girl. She sometimes worried that she did not have as much self control as Susan. They both knew that each struggled with her desires. That is what made their little game so exciting. Neither knew how long the other could hold out.

The thought of Susan kneeling obediently and patiently and ready to serve excited Ms. Stanton beyond words. She could feel Susan's soft brown hair softly caressing the insides of her thighs. She would fight her desire to touch her slave girl as she worked. Susan's hot lips were so close to her sex that she could feel her hot breath on her bare sex It would just take a word for her to feel that delicious tongue on her throbbing clit. 

Susan was never allowed to touch her mistress until she had demonstrated that she was worthy of the privilege. She could earn that privilege only through self control and absolutely obedient to her mistress' every command.  

Susan's desires began to overwhelm her. Very lightly, Susan moved her face against her mistress' soft warm inner thigh...just enough to get her mistress' attention. She could smell her mistress' sweet scent and knew that her mistress desired her. That thought fueled her desire to please her mistress even more. 

Susan could feel the leather leash attached to her collar gently caressing her inner thighs as she moved her face along her mistress' inner thighs. Susan's silk chemise concealed little especially when Susan's thighs were parted in her mistress' presence. Susan wore Ms. Stanton's gold ring between her legs. It was a symbol of her status as erotic slave girl, and a reminder of rule 3. Ms. Stanton expected to be able to see her ring at all times. The ring reinforced Ms. Stanton's ownership of Susan...something that excited both women in ways neither could fully explain.

Susan's every thought was focused on her mistress' pleasure. She struggled with her desire to get her mistress' attention and her desire to remain obedient while she waited for her mistress' command to pleasure her. She turned her head just enough to softly kiss her mistress' inner thigh. 

Ms. Stanton' mind was a blank as she looked at her computer screen. Her heart beat wildly as she tried to ignore Susan's soft kiss. She was way too excited to move let alone speak. She felt Susan's hot breath on her well trimmed sex...her clit throbbed. 

"You little slut!" Ms Stanton finally exclaimed as she took hold of Susan's leash pulling Susan forward as she slid her chair back. 

"I'm sorry, Mistress" Susan pleaded at finally getting her mistress' attention, but disappointed in herself for her own lack of self control.

"Your lack of self control just earned ten strokes of the crop" Ms. Stanton said with a wicked laugh as she picked up her crop from the table. 

"I'm sorry, Mistress" Susan pleaded. 

"Ok, maybe I should be nice and give you a choice. You can receive your ten strokes of the crop without question or you can use that slutty little tongue of yours to show me how much you really desire my pleasure. If you show me that you desire my pleasure above all else, I will forgive your ten strokes. However, if you do not show me that you're my devoted slave girl who desires nothing more than my pleasure, I will increase the count to twenty. I may even include five strokes to that wet pussy of yours that always gets you in trouble. Which do you chose?" Ms. Stanton said knowing the answer before she asked the question.

"Please Mistress, I would like to pleasure you" Susan said barely being able to conceal her excitement.

"Good girl. You are to use your tongue and lips only" Ms. Stanton said as she leaned back and placed both feet on the table. Her tight black skirt slid up her silky soft thighs as she parted her legs.

"Yes Mistress" Susan said as she placed her lips to her mistress's already wet sex. Susan could feel her mistress' moisture on her lips as she gently kissed her mistress starting at her clit and gently kissing down the length of her lower lips.

"That's my good girl" Ms. Stanton exclaimed as she at last felt Susan's hot lips pressed to her wet sex. Susan's hot breath was nearly more than Ms. Stanton could stand as she took hold of Susan's leash and tightly pulled her slave girl to her. Her crop lightly tapped Susan' bottom reminding Susan of her mistress' dominance.

Susan reverently kissed along her mistress' wet sex...her kisses feathery light and sensuously soft.  Susan could see that her mistress' breathing was now deep and heavy as her eyes looked directly into her slave girl. Even excited, Ms. Stanton had a commanding presence. Susan could see the excitement and desire in them and knew what was expected. It thrilled Susan to see her mistress' desire for her.

The scent of her mistress' arousal further fueled Susan's desire to please. Susan ran her tongue along the length of her mistress' lips very gently several times before sliding her tongue between her mistress' lower lips. Ms. Stanton moaned and rolled her hips gently before releasing Susan's leash and taking hold of Susan's hair. Her fingers entwined themselves in her hair as Susan's tongue pressed further into her mistress' sex.

Susan stabbed her tongue in and out and rolled it round searching for the spots that made my Mistress shiver with pleasure. Parting her mistress' lips with her tongue, Susan slid her tongue up toward her mistress' hard clit. She loved finding the places that made her mistress moan with pleasure. 

"Yesss, that's my good girl" Ms. Stanton exclaimed as she pressed Susan's lips against her hot sex. Susan's tongue lapped and probed, licking deep into her warm softness while her mistress' pubic hair gently brushed against her. Ms. Stanton pressed her soft thighs against Susan's face as Susan's tongue continued to explore.

Susan felt her mistress lift her hips as she ran my tongue over her clit, sucking it with her lips and flicking it with her tongue. Susan knew her mistress was close when her body stiffened and she moaned aloud as her climax burst over her. 

Susan's only thought was to increase her mistress' pleasure as she orgasmed. Pressing her tongue against her mistress, Susan gently rolled it around her mistress' hard clit. Ms. Stanton squeezed her thighs together around Susan's face as she continued to orgasm. 

After several long minutes, Ms. Stanton released her thighs and sat still breathing deeply while Susan licked her clean. Like a cat lapping up its cream, Susan lapped up her sweet juices. Gently licking clean her sticky thighs and around and inside her pussy.

"Good girl" Ms. Stanton whispered. Susan felt herself glow at her compliment.

Ms. Stanton fingers slid sensuously through Susan's soft hair as she continued to kneel before her mistress. Susan shivered at her mistress' touch causing goose pimples to rise on her flesh.

"Stand" Ms. Stanton commanded.

"Yes Mistress" Susan responded as she stood before her mistress with legs parted and hands behind her head. Catlike, Ms. Stanton slowly walked around her slave girl. 

"Such a good girl" Ms. Stanton said as her hand slipped between Susan's widely parted legs. Susan let out a soft desperate moan as she felt her mistress take her hard clit between thumb and finger.

"Do you want to cum for your mistress today?" Ms. Stanton asked with a wicked smile.

"My pleasure is for you to give, my Mistress" Susan responded with a quaking voice.

Sensuously rolling Susan's clit between her thumb and finger, Ms. Stanton again smiled knowing that she would soon hear her slave girl beg for her orgasm. 

"Of course your pleasure is for me to decide. However, it sounds like you can go a few more days without an orgasm" Ms. Stanton said looking deeply into her slave girl's eyes. She knew those words would break Susan's stubborn pride. Susan's desire to please without question was exciting, but it was the acknowledgement of her own needs that was also important. This was something that Susan was very reluctant to acknowledge.

"No Please, Mistress. I beg you not to make me wait that long" Susan screamed...her legs nearly buckling as her mistress continued to play with her hard clit. "Please, please, please, Mistress. I want to cum. Please" Susan squealed. 

"That's my good girl. I want you to ask for that which you desire. As my slave girl, it is for me to decide what you will receive, but I want you to be honest with your desires and needs" Ms. Stanton said gently squeezing her slave girl's hard clit.

"Please Mistress, I want to cum" Susan screamed. Her leg quaked and shook. She was barely able to stand. 

"Cum for me now" Ms. Stanton commanded. Susan let out a low guttural sound as her orgasm washed over her. Ms. Stanton pressed Susan's body to hers holding her as she continued to touch Susan making her orgasm last several minutes. Overwhelmed with emotion, Susan screamed and cried at the same time. Her entire body shook as she came harder than she could remember.



Saturday Morning



It's about mid-morning on a Saturday. We're both lying in bed asleep, enjoying the chance to sleep in. You gradually wake up and stretch a little as you lay across my chest. I'm still knocked out as you re-adjust and snuggle against me. Your hand rests on my tummy and softly moves over it, brushing me with your finger tips. Falling asleep right after having sex the night before has left you with some residual horniness, and your hand makes it way down my body. You cup my crotch with your palm and start rubbing up and down along the shaft through my boxers. You pause on one of the up strokes to rub your fingers around the curve of the head a little before moving back down. A smile creeps across your lips as you get an idea and pull back the sheet. You crawl down the bed some and turn so you're perpendicular to my sleeping body with your head near my waist. 

You slip your hand in through the front opening and pull out my dick. It's still pretty limp, but you plan on changing that. Holding it up, you lick up and down along the shaft a few times, from the base until the bottom of the head. Even though I'm still asleep, part of me starts to wake up as you close your mouth over the head and suck softly. Your tongue moves in circles around the head as you feel it swell a little in your mouth. Your saliva coats and warms the head as you move it in and out of your mouth a little. You take it out and give it a few more licks before taking it back in and sliding your head down further. Your head bobs up and down slowly, letting your tongue drag along it as you bob up. I stir a little which makes you look toward my face, but I'm still sleeping. You look back and concentrate more on what you're doing as you start moving your head faster. 

I'm not far from being fully hard as you speed up a little. One of your hands hold my dick in place while the other reaches down to rub and caress my balls. You give them a small squeeze and pause briefly with only the head in your mouth. You twist your mouth around it a little, letting your lips rub along the edge of the head. You descend a few more times and then take your mouth off, stroking my wet dick with your hand. You lick up a small drop of pre-cum from the head each time a new one seeps out. Your mouth opens wide again, and you take my dick back inside. This time your bobbing is shorter, letting your lips pass over the rim of the head instead of taking move of me into your mouth. You feel my hand rest on the back of your head, grabbing a bit of your hair. Your eyes turn to look at me as I look down at you. You look back and bob some more before letting my slip from your mouth. You keep stroking my wet dick as you say with a smile, "About time you woke up." 

You move your body up and straddle my waist. You rub your crotch over me a few times, letting the shaft of my dick rub along your pussy lips. I reach up to hold you at your waist, "Sorry I couldn't wake up sooner. ; )" You lift up a bit and point me as you slide down. You slowly let the head enter you, but once it's in, you sink down all the way and let out a groan. You lean back slightly and grind your hips on me, letting yourself feel my dick press and rub against your depths. I hold you in place a little and flex it, so it pushes against your g-spot briefly. It causes you to sigh and grind a little harder for a few moments. You lean back forward and rest your hands on my chest. You start to ride me, quickly picking up the pace. You leave most of me inside of you and concentrate on the feeling of my hard dick rubbing against your g-spot over and over again. I keep making myself flex and swell as you get more and more into it. I lift my butt up to pump myself in each time you come down, pounding our bodies together. You're already breathing heavily as you quicken the pace more and grip my shoulders tightly as you lean over me. 

Your breath comes in short gasps and quick breaths as you near orgasm. You grab my hands and hold them against your chest as you keep your lower body moving. I squeeze and knead your breasts as you lean back some. You tilt your head back and look up as you try to take in all that's happening to you. My fingers keep squeezing as I occasionally rub your hard nipples, sending jolts through your body. Your breathing escalates until you're clutching my hands against you tightly. I pinch your nipples with my fingers and pump up into you harder, slamming against your pussy. You let out a large groan as your body starts to spasm and shake from the orgasm that hits. I keep your nipples pinched as you ride it all out. You're furiously grinding yourself onto me, as I feel your cum coat my dick and drip out and run down my leg a little. After you finally start to come down from your high, you slow your grinding until you stop and just rest with my dick completely inside of you. I let go of your nipples and caress your breasts over all of their curves. You finally stop your panting and look down at me. You lean down quickly and kiss me hard once then hop off of me and off the bed.

I was about to wrap my arms around you, but you moved too fast. I look over at you as you walk toward the bathroom. You stop at the door way and turn back to me. "I'm gonna take a shower, and thank you for that." You start to close the door as I ask "Wait, what about me?" "Ugh, You can take care of yourself.** You make a hand-jerking motion in the air and close the door half way. I can hear the water in the shower start up as I lie in the bed. I'm not sure what to do, but I reach down to rub my aching dick. Either I can take care of it or I just wait for it to go away. After a few moments of contemplation, I get up and out of bed. I walk over to the bathroom and push the door open. I can see you through the frosted glass, soaping up your body. I move to the glass door and slide it open. After I step in, I close it, and I see you facing the water's spray as it washes off your front. You look over your shoulder at me, but pay no attention and go back to rinsing. I move behind you and slide my hands around you, cupping your breasts and pulling you back against me. I position you so the water's focusing on your chest as I squeeze my hands and rub my fingers over your nipples. You sigh and lean back against my chest. Your head tilts back against me, and I whisper in your ear, "How about I just it from you instead?" You smile and turn around to face me. My hands move up to hold the sides of your head as I kiss you deeply, and your arms go around me, dragging your nails over my back. 

Our lips mash against each other as my tongue invades your mouth. Your tongue responds, and I capture it with my lips, sucking on it briefly. Your finger tips dig into my back as we continue to kiss. You start to side step us and slowly turn us until my back is being sprayed by the water. You wet the wash cloth and help to wet me down. I tilt my head back to wet my head and face. You lather up the cloth and start soaping me up. I let your hands roam all over me as you wash my arms, chest, and back. As I rinse off, you lather up your hands, and as I turn back to face you, you grab my dick with both of your hands and give it a bit of a squeeze. You start stroking my dick with both hands as you stare into my eyes. I stare back at you, full of lust and ready to take you at a moment's notice. You lean up to kiss me and bite my lower lip, pulling back and letting it drag from between your teeth as you keep jerking my throbbing dick. I've had enough of teasing and slip an arm around you, turning us around again. I turn you around so you're facing the water and I bend you forward so the water hits and cascades down your back. I slip a hand between your legs and rub over your clit, turning you on even more. You put your hands out to brace against the wall and grab on to one of the bars for support. I bend forward, pressing my chest against your back. "You feel pretty wet down here," I whisper in your ear. You giggle and respond, "that's cause I'm in a shower." "I meant in here," I shove two fingers into you all the way and hold them there. Your warm pussy is soaked so my fingers slip in easily. You let out a moan and breathe deeply a few times as I hold my fingers in you.

I pull them out and rub your clit some more, keeping you bent forward. I re-adjust my stance and press the head of my cock against your pussy lips. I feel you start to push back, but I move so I don't slip inside. I keep one hand on your back to keep you in place, and the other stays rubbing your clit. I move forward and back, just enough so you feel the head of my dick come in contact with your pussy lips, giving it a small ram, but not hard enough to push inside. I can hear you panting louder and louder as you try to push back harder each time i collide with you, but I never let myself enter you. Finally, "God! Stop teasing me and just put it in! I need to be fucked SOOOO BAAA....." You can finish because I thrust deep into you and hold myself within your warm, inviting pussy. All you can say is just a loud groan, and then I move my hands to your hips and thighs and start pushing in and out. 

The entire time the hot water is sprayed all over your back and cascades down your body. I keep pounding my hard cock in and out of your dripping pussy. The only sounds coming out of your mouth are moans and pants. Your hand grips the faucet below you tighter and your other hand strains to hold you up and prevent you from tumbling forward. You widen your legs to get a better stance and allow me deeper penetration as I pull you back at me with each thrust. After a while, I slow down the pace. It's not as fast, but I make each push is a full stroke. I pull out so just the head is still inside of you, and then I push so that you take every inch before pulling back. I end each plunge with an extra strong push to give you a small shock each time I bottom out inside of you. I keep up this pace until I feel you starting to squeeze me with your pussy, my little sign that you're ready.

I pull out of you and help you to turn around and stand up. I keep my arms around you to support you while you put your arms around my neck and kiss me hard. I respond with equal intensity as your tongue is going wild trying to lick every part of my tongue. I slip my arms under your butt and lift you up as you wrap your legs around my waist. I turn around and push your back up against the wall. I lift you up some more and lower you down as I slip back inside of your warm insides. I start thrusting into you, keeping you pinned to the wall. Your finger nails dig into my shoulder and back as you hold onto me. I lean into your neck and bite it a few times, sending you into a frenzy. My dick keeps pounding and pounding and pounding into you. Your breathing becomes even more erratic as you just try to stay focused on it all until it's over. A few moments later and it's too much for you as you start cumming. Not a moment later, I start cumming with you. Your hot pussy squeezes and drains my dick completely. I do my best to keep thrusting into you through out your euphoric high, but as our sensations slowly subside, I slowly relax as well. Finally I stop pushing, and just leave myself buried inside of you, keeping you held against the wall. You give me a long, sensual kiss as you grab the sides of my head tightly. I wait a few more moments for you to regain senses, and then I lift you up off me and help you to stand. I keep my arms around your waist, and hug you tightly. You put your arms around me as well and hug back. 

The water from the shower is starting to lose its warmth. We let go of each other and you turn off the water as I open the shower door to get us a pair of towels. I drop yours over top of your head, covering your face as I use mine to rub along your back, drying your skin. You take it off your head to reveal your smiling face as you start to dry off my arms. We take turns drying each other and ourselves, and then we step out and wrap the them around us. You're about to head back into our bed room when I grab your wrist and pull you back to me. I spin you around, keeping the arm behind you, and I use my other hand to gently cup the side of your face as I kiss your lips a few times. I lick along and suck on your lips in different ways with each of the kisses until they calm down to just soft, lip-rubbing kisses. I let go of your wrist as your arms go up and around my neck. We stand there making out for a little while until I bring my hands up and pull your towel open. It falls to the floor as our kissing never stops. I bend down to scoop you up in my arms and walk you to the bed, lying you down on it. I pull off my towel and lean down to resume kissing you even more. I climb on top of you as I feel one of your legs wrap around the back of one of mine. My hands slowly roam over your body as my lips never leave yours. I briefly break the kiss to lean back and away from you. You look up at me and see the look in my eyes and known I'm not letting you go until I make love to you one more time this morning.



Saturday Morning



It was early Saturday morning; I rose early, got of bed, and still weary, headed for the kitchen. The early morning rays of the sun, basking the kitchen in warmth, and shining brightly through the window. I switched on the kettle, and let out a loud yawn, I heard movement in the bedroom, and saw a brief glimpse of her, reaching for her gown. I made us both a cup of tea, and as soon as she walked into the kitchen, I handed her a cup of tea, "morning" I said, she smiled back. As she was drinking her tea, I noticed her black gown was open, revealing I slight glimpse of her breasts, and looking very sexy.

She put her cup down on the table, walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and our lips touched. I pulled her closer to me, my erection pressing hard against her stomach, "someone's feeling horny" she said, looking up at me smiling, with that, she crouched down, and with her tongue, slowly licked up and down my shaft, and then slowly licked and sucked on my balls. I felt her warm breath as she took me into her mouth, feeling her hand caressing my balls. I let out a quiet groan as I felt her sucking me harder, throbbing in her warm mouth.

I help her up to her feet, kissed her hard, and slipped off her robe, and it fell to her feet, revealing her gorgeous sexy body. She tried to lift herself up on the kitchen workspace, but couldn't, placing my hands on her waist, I lifted her up.

Sitting on the kitchen top, her back leaning against the cupboard and her legs open wide. I gently glide my fingers between her legs, slowly parting her lips with my fingertips, stroking her softly, and feeling her becoming moist. Moving my head over her pussy, I gently slide my tongue up and down her lips, in and around her sweet pussy, while my hands are gently stroking the back of her legs. As my tongue moves deeper into her, licking her, tasting how wet she is getting, her juices on my tongue, and tasting her in the back of my throat. I feel her hands on my head, pulling me in further, rubbing her soaking wet pussy against my face.

I stand up, and pull her towards me. I wrap her legs around my waist, and she grips hard around me, I slide her gently off the kitchen top. She leans forward, her breasts pressed up against my face, as I take her entire weight, her arms and legs wrapped around me. I hold on to her very tightly, as I move her down, the tip of my cock rubbing against her, she then slides herself down my whole length. She grinds her hips, as she holds me tighter, moving together in unison. Moans of passion, as she slides herself up and down my whole length, throbbing between her legs, as I slide deeper into her soaking wet lips. Our bodies sweating together, finding it hard to keep hold of her.

I move her to the kitchen table, as she is wrapped around me; I lay her on the table, and slide into her again. Reaching over her, our lips touch, and we kiss, tongues in each other's mouths. I thrust deeper into her, my balls slapping hard against her ass, as I increase my rhythm, her groans getting louder. Her hips grinding, as I fuck her harder and harder, my sweat dripping on her hot naked body, and with all my strength, I thrust hard, and groan loudly, as I cum deep inside of her. I collapse onto her, and we kiss passionately. We take a shower together and dress, finish our tea, and head off out, ready for tonight.



Saturday Morning



Oh, what a dream! I knew I was dreaming because I could feel the cool, crisp sheets and the fluffy pillow under my head. Someone was softly caressing my body. I could feel the small hand working its way across my chest, down to my belly and played around the top edge of my boxers. The soft hand carefully moved on top of the material until it found my cock.

I twisted around in the bed until I was more comfortable and thought to myself," Please , God, don't let me wake up until this dream is over." 

Then I though, Oh! No! Its probably Monday and the alarm is going to go off any minute.

But, then, my mind quickly found its was back to what was happening to my cock. The hand had worked it free of its confinement and had wrapped itself around the newly freed cock. Suddenly, a second hand joined the first on and my cock grew hard to its full eight inches.

As I turned over onto my back I stretched my arms out and felt flesh. Warm, wonderful, naked flesh. I realized that I was not asleep, but rather wide awake. I opened my eyes to see my wife laying next to me under the sheet. I could tell by her positioning that she was the person with her hands wrapped around my cock.

I turned onto my right side to face her as she lay on her side. I slid my hand under the covers and began to explore her body. I started on her shoulder and slowly stroked my way down her arm. When I reached the middle of her forearm I let my hand drift across her chest and found her nipples standing at attention. Softly I began to fondle her 34 D's then let my hand wonder down her firm belly. I swirled my index finger in her navel and elicited a belly full of chill bumps and a little giggle. 

I moved my hand down lower expecting to find her undies. A smile crossed my face as all I continued to encounter was smooth, bare skin. As my hand moved closer I felt Diane mover her right leg back making access easier. I pushed my finger into her to find it warm and wet, while she continued to squeeze my cock in her two small hands. 

I moved my head to bring our lips an inch apart and whispered, "This is how we should wake up every Saturday morning.." With that, I pushed Di over onto her back raised up on my right arm and forced my mouth onto hers and buried my tongue down her throat. 

I kissed her long and hard while my hands continued to explore her soft, firm body. My lips moved from hers and I kissed her chin, her cheek, and then her neck. This brought a moan to her throat and an arch to her back. She spread her legs wilder and begged me to fill her with my fingers.

"Yes! Oh, Yes!," she cried out as I pushed three thick fingers into her pussy and twisted my wrist back and forth. "I'm gonna come right now!" she screamed out. 

Her whole body shuddered as she seemed to come in waves, and a light sheen of sweat covered her chest.

"Mmmm," she hummed as she now kissed me hard, biting my bottom lip until I yelped.

She then raised herself up and pushed me onto my back and threw a leg over me. "Let's see what we can do to return the favor," she said mischievously with a wicked smile on her lips.

She moved her ass around on my stomach and placed both her hand on my chest making little swirls with her palms gently touching my skin. She quietly hummed to herself while her fingers traced imaginary figures across my chest and continued to wiggle her bottom on my stomach. She put both hands on my chest and slid her bottom down my waste until she was stopped by my cock slapping her ass and lower back.

"What's that?" she asked in mock surprise. "Let's see what that is,,"

With that she carefully raised her butt up and reached for my cock with one hand. She wrapped her hand around the rigid cock and asked in wonderment," What should I do with this?" Her sweet face was staring down at me and couldn't help but see the pleading in my eyes.

"Fuck me," I begged. 'Please, God, fuck me."

Instead of putting my cock into her pussy she sat back down on the top of my legs and grabbed my cock with both hands. She bent over and kissed the tip of my cock while pulling up on it, as if to take it into her mouth. 

"Now, if I let you into my pussy, do you promise to fuck me until I am satisfied?" she asked, addressing my manhood.

"I will fuck you til the cows come home. I will fuck you until the sun comes up tomorrow. Just suck me or fuck me, NOW." I yelled. I could feel her hands around my now throbbing cock and didn't know how long I could take this teasing. "Please,,,Please," I begged, "Please.'

"I'm talking to Mr. Cock, thank you very much," she stated emphatically.

"If you don't do something with Mr. Cock real soon, some of his friends, my arms, legs and hands are going to help him have his way with you," I screamed helplessly. With that, she smoothly raised her hips, moved my cock a little and slid down on it in one quick motion.

"Awwwwww!" we sighed in unison as she slowly began moving up and down on my dick. It had never felt this warm and wet, it seemed as she continued an easy rhythm of motion. She leaned back and moved her hands onto the top of my legs, arching her back and providing a terrific view of her tummy and tits. I reached out and grabbed her hips and gently rocked her side to side as she continued her up and down cycle.

I raised my hands and realized I could not reach her boobs in this position.

"Bring those ole titties to where I can grab them," I foolishly ordered.

"Old titties? Old titties?" she continued her playfulness. While she continued to slowly fuck me to death she giggled, "I'll have you know that lots of guys think I have firm, beautiful breasts. There are many men that have offered me almost anything I want to be able to play with these!" She grabbed her tits in her hands and shook them at me, a wicked smile crossed her face.

"Oh, Yeah?!" I bellowed as I bucked my hips propelling her onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing her ass and forcing her pussy hard against me. "Nobody better be feeling them, touching them or even looking at them without my permission." I said with more authority then I had in this situation. 

I freed one hand from her ass and brought her head to mine and crushed her lips with mine while she tried to retaliate against my comment. She wiggled and squirmed trying to free herself so she could make comment, but my two large hands and strong arms held her small, one hundred pound frame in place on my cock. Quickly her squirming and wiggling took on a new purpose as she started to move slower and easier. I released her head from grip and she placed her hands on my shoulders and began moving her body with one thing in mind.

"Uhuhuh!" She said in her throat. "This is nice. Very nice," as she continued her smooth rhythm riding my cock. 

Diane and I could feel the explosion building in my cock and she slowed her pace, which slackened my excitement.

"Don't stop," I pleaded, "I'm going to fill you so full with my juice."

"Easy, big boy. I going to come with you, if you just give me a sec," she promised through gritted teeth. 

She quickened her pace to an incredible speed, taking my cock fully inside her and then almost releasing it with the reverse stroke. She was teasing the tip of my cock with her hot lips and just as my cock was about to erupt, she slid down the shaft and cried out. Her body shook with spasms and collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, covered in sweat.

She started to move off of me but I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in place.

"You got to get off twice this morning. Its only fair that I get to come twice," I said as I pulled her head up t look directly into her eyes. "Your going to lay on top of me until I get hard again. Then, I am going to roll over and fuck you. I just have to decide whether I'm going to take you in the missionary position, doggy style or take your ass. You want to be a smart ass about 'Mr. Cock' I give it to you in your little smart ass.'

She grinned at me and laid her head on my chest.



Saturday Morning



Oh carbs, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the It was a Saturday morning, with no reason to get up early. The bedroom door was wide open, the kid was playing in the living room. The curtains closed, but the open door let in quite some light. My wife and I both half awake, I cuddled up against her, my head next to hers, my arm over her belly. It was a warm and humid morning, the fan blowing softly to keep us comfortable.

I moved my hands, stroking her soft body though her soft cotton camisole. A moment later my hand found her breast, I massaged her a bit, tweaked with her rapidly hardening nipple. 

"What you doing?" she asked, dozy.

"Just playing a bit."

"Just playing?"

"Yes."

"What's that good for?"

"It's nice. Very nice boobs. Just have to play a bit with them."

I continued to massage her, moving to the other breast, massaging them both. My other hand was out of the action as lying on my side it was squashed under us. I kissed and nibbled her neck a bit, she started to giggle. While I continued to massage her breasts, we kissed.

A moment later she broke the kiss, "Didn't you play enough with my boobs?"

"No, never."

"Maybe you can help me scratch a bit, down there." She dropped her hand on her crotch.

My hand left her breast, and moved down to her crotch as requested. I started to rub her sex through her panties. Basic soft cotton panties, she is just practical. I touched her there for a while, rubbing my fingers up and down, while we were just lying against each other, still not fully awake.

"They're new, did you notice?" she said.

"Now you say so, indeed, no holes."

"What a pity, isn't it?"

"Not really. The holes in your old underwear were just irritating. It's only interesting if the hole is this big," I replied, tracing my finger around her pussy.

She laughed, "Then it's useless to wear them."

"No, that's fun."

I slid my hand inside her panties, not surprisingly she was pretty wet. I fingered her a bit before pushing down her panties, they were getting in the way. She grabbed my already hard dick through my boxers, and started to rub me. Soon after my boxers were also removed, and I kicked them out of the bed on the floor.

"You're nice and wet," I commented.

"Am I..."

"Very."

"What you planning to do now?"

"Make you very wet."

"That all?"

"I love playing with a wet pussy."

Just at that moment the kid came in the bedroom, checking the time, having no clue on what we were actually doing at that moment. My wife had promised that she would get up at ten, it was quarter to ten, so not yet time to get up.

"Just go play with your Lego or so," she suggested.

"I still have some bread to eat."

"Go eat that first then, at ten I'll get up as well." A moment later we were alone again.

We smiled at each other, and continued what we were doing. Actually the activity under the sheets never stopped. I freed one of her breasts from her camisole, and started sucking her nipple, still fingering her very wet pussy. She continued to masturbate me slowly, it felt really nice. I was very hard, and started to wake up fully now.

She started to moan a bit louder under my ministrations. I love to suck her breasts, and she loves to have them sucked. She turned on top of me, giving me her other breast to suck, which I happily did. Lying half above me her breast was hanging down a bit, allowing me to take more in my mouth. Lovely soft boobs, really a joy to suck. 

My fingers on her pussy rubbed harder, she was getting very wet now, moaning louder. She was obviously holding back her noise not to attract attention of the kid, we knew we did not have too much time to play before the next interruption, which also would likely be the end of our private time. 

She changed position again, so I had both hands available, one for her pussy, and one hand and one mouth for her breasts. Giving her optimal stimulation, she never lasts long that way. And indeed it took me maybe another minute of stimulation before I felt her body tense, holding back her moans, rocking in my arms. Her pussy now getting very wet. 

A moment later her orgasm subsided, and she started to giggle. Still very wet, she always get ticklish after enough stimulation. Which of course is no reason for me to stop stimulating her, if only to serve as reminder that I am still eager for some attention.

My dick was rock hard from the stimulation of playing with her. She grabbed it in her hands, and started stroking me. I continued to play with her breasts, kissing her, sucking them in. Heavenly. We had to shift position a little bit for a few times before she finally got herself comfortable, and she continued to stroke. I moaned with a breast still in my mouth, I just can't ever let go of them. Her nipples are just so nice to suck.

As soon as she got herself a good stroke it didn't take very long for me either. As I was only just awake it always takes a little longer, which is not a bad thing. She stroked me hard and fast, and then suddenly I came, hard and fast. My body tensed, I felt my balls harden, my dick swell, and the cum shoot out over my belly. I tried to hold up the sheets a bit to not make too much of a mess.

We were just in time. Barely as I finished shooting my load, the kid entered the room again. It was ten by then, so time for at least mummy to get up. We quickly arranged for a towel to clean myself up, after which she put back on her panties and got up as promised, leaving me behind. At that moment I was not in any mood of getting up, I was way too relaxed after that orgasm. Actually I fell asleep for another hour before getting up, to have breakfast, and to write another submission for Literotica.

There are those moments where one is rather limited in possibilities. And you make the best of it. Which often turns out pretty darn good.



Saturday Morning



Saturday

We had known each other since middle school and had dated off and on since. When I wanted to celebrate anything or she needed to celebrate anything the other was there. We lost our virginities to each other at the prom even though we were technically with others at the time. Of course we lost those others when they learned who our prom dates were.

We had been sex partners since, fuck buddies, but continued to date others. We attended the same college and lived in apartments on the same hallway but had different circles of friends. We dated others at times but when going to the grocery store or just a walk in parks nearby we were each others company.

We graduated with teaching certificates and got jobs in the same school, her in English and me in Biology. We had now completed out first year of teaching and knew it would be our career.

It was early summer and we were in her bed at her patio home, naked.

"Baby, massage the small of my back please. I have been moving furniture around and apparently over did it."

"OK, but don't call me baby."

"But you are the baby. I am a year older than you. I am twenty five and you are twenty four."

"You are three weeks older than me old man. Why where you moving around furniture?"

"I was tired of the arrangement but everything ended up in a corner by the door waiting for me to make a decision on where to put it. A little more to the right please."

We had not fucked yet that Saturday morning but knew we would. We had fucked that Friday night after meeting at a club downtown.

I did not remember a Friday night or a Saturday morning in which we had not fucked except during her periods and even then I was with her.

She was straddling my back and I could feel her pussy become moist.

"My hip is a bit sore too."

"Turn to your side."

She massaged my hip and rubbed her pussy on my thigh as she stared at my erection. She sighed.

"My shoulder," I said and turned to my back.

She straddled my hips and slid my erection into her. She massaged my shoulder as she slowly fucked me. I pulled her down to me so I could kiss her. She adored the kiss and stopped fucking me for a while.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yes, but the real cure came from the kiss. You may want to keep doing that to prevent any relapse."

"OK," she said and resumed the fuck as she kissed me.

We made love for about ten minutes and fucked hard for another five. She had three orgasms but I had not cum yet. She knew I hadn't because that was how Saturday mornings usually went. 

Sometimes she kept on fucking me until my cum filled her pussy. Sometimes we got out of bed and saved my erection for later.

Sometimes she just sat up and we talked. That was what we did that day.

"Why didn't you fuck Debby when you took her out?"

"Who told you I didn't fuck her?"

"Debby did and so did everyone else you have dated since college."

"Well I'm not starving for sex you know."

"True and neither have I. But it's weird for a handsome unattached guy to turn down pussy. People have asked me if you are gay."

"By people you mean your girl friends?"

"Yes, they tell me you masturbated them and a couple told me you ate them but none have told me you fucked them. The ones you ate were our sophomore year in college by the way."

"Like I said, I'm not starving for sex. And why have you not dated others?"

"I have dated others. Andy and Bobby for two."

"Our sophomore year in college. And did you fuck them?"

"No, I did give them hand jobs."

"And fucked the hell out of me when you got home."

"You crawled into bed with me after you ate pussy too.

Wait there is something wrong with us."

"Marry me please."

"What?"

"Marry me. Neither of us had made the slightest effort to find their mate since the prom and that was six years ago. The reason we haven't is because we already have found our mate.

Marry me."

"OK."

She drowned me with kisses but did not fuck me, apparently my cock in her pussy was a natural state of things for her. My cock in her pussy was a natural thing for me too.

When I got a chance to speak I said, "I believe it is customary to give the fiancé a ring."

I had the ring under the pillow and pulled it out for her and slid it on her finger.

"Sorry I didn't get on my knee for this."

She looked at the ring on her finger and began to sob.

"I am so in love with you I think I may explode?" she said.

"Me first," I said and kissed her with all the love I had for her.

Both of us cried and kissed for several minutes.

"We need to call our Moms."

I agreed and handed her my phone which was easier to reach.

"Mom, I have something to show you. Could you meet me for lunch at the Italian place at noon today? No, I don't have time right now. See you then. Bye."

She dialed my Mom and handed me the phone. I decided to ask her out to lunch too.

She then dialed her best friend Sehel and asked her to meet at the restaurant.

"Now, where were we," she asked., and began to try to fuck me to Antares.

After her second or fifth orgasm I rolled us over and fucked her slowly but with intensity until we both succumbed to monumental orgasms.

Within seconds we were both asleep.

About an hour later we managed to get up and take a shower, dress, and make it to the restaurant in time.

"The three are over there."

"I see them and they see us. Try not to get knocked over."

Three squealing women rushed at us and we were soon in a typhoon of hugs and kisses that continued all the way to the table.

"Oh, is there anything you wanted to tell us?" Penny's Mom asked.

"Oh. nothing much. Leave the fourth of July open though."

More squeals and more kissing which now included many people in the place that had apparently been alerted by our Moms and Sehel. One of those kisses were by someone we could not see but we all knew well.

The co-owner brought us three shrimp linguini plates and one soup/gumbo then kissed everyone and waited for the unseen one to kiss her. 

"On the house but you will get a real present when we get back from Vegas." she said and kissed us again.

Apparently everyone we knew already knew.

We had a vey happy and loud lunch. 

Our Moms, Sehel, and our invisible companion left with Penny and me and we walked to the resort for drinks.

Our moms held hands with Penny and Sehel and the invisible one held mine. I quickly took my hand from Sehel's and reached into my pocket for the earpiece.

"It's about fucking time you asked her," was the first thing she said to me.

'Yeah," Sehel said. What took so long?"

"Cowardice mostly. We figured that finding the right one could not have possibly been that easy. That and we wanted to reap our wild oats which we did but as it turned out it was with each other."

"And it took you two twelve years?" 

"Hey, humans are no as smart as we look."

"Apparently."

We sat on the balcony and the women began planning the wedding. Mom's good friend Wendy joined us and after kissing everyone took charge of the proceeding including the plane and Vegas hotel. She reserved a wedding chapel and the limo service.

Now it was time for the ladies to discuss dresses so I kissed everyone and inhaled Penny, (which got me applause), and I walked back to my car at the restaurant and went home. The moving truck was there waiting for me and I pointed out the stuff that would go to Penny's and the stuff that went to the woman's shelter and the stuff that went to the churches charity.

I followed them to Penny's and we unloaded my stuff but I was staying there and they left me in my new home.

I was watching baseball on my large HD TV when the women came in. All could immediately tell I had moved in and Penny gave me a vicious kiss and hug.

There were nine women there three of which were now in their natural form.

The Akkad sat on the sofa with me and we watched the ball game.

The Sprite released her wings then after kissing me followed the others to the kitchen.

Wendy's sister Mo picked up the Akkad and sat next to me and put the Akkad on her lap.

"They are trimming down the number of bridesmaids. And yes you little twit you will be one but nobody will see you. 

Who is going to be your best man?"

"Undecided. There are two teacher friends that would do just fine but I might have to flip a coin."

"JB would do fine. I don't know who else you would have in mind."

"He was a friend through college and lives in the city."

"He may see the strange ones somewhere along the way."

"JB it is."

The Akkad quickly gave Mo a hickey.

"Ouch, that hurt. Just wait until your parents get here, you will be grounded for a century."

Mo hugged and kissed her and we settled to watch the game. Mo thought of her as a funny looking daughter rather than a member of an alien race. Actually no, she was just her youngest daughter.

It was strange for me to learn that all four alien species we had met loved baseball. Apparently their love for the game originated with the Emperor. His love for the game came from Clara, our town guru and a personal friend of the Emperor.

We already knew each of the twelve towns on our future home would have baseball fields. I had been practicing with our town team since summer began.

Suddenly after many kisses everyone left. Penny took my hand and dragged me to our bed and ordered me to fuck her. She had us naked in seconds and sucking my cock until it was alert then welcomed me to bed with open arms and legs.

I understood her need and fucked her to a nicely intense cum then stopped.

"More," she said.

I fucked her lovingly but that was not what she wanted so she rolled us over and fucked me harder than she ever had. Her intensity was such she had an orgasm after I had mine.

"Sorry, I had not realized how much I was in love with you until today. I did suspect you loved me but wondered if it was because I was an easy lay for you. The women in the kitchen told me every girl in town is an easy lay for you but you only wanted me. Your Mom told me you were in love with me in the ninth grade and have been ever since.

My Mom told me I have been in love with you since the seventh grade.

Apparently humans are not as smart as we appear."

"I got an amen for that sentiment today."

"I am so happy we live together already, we have wasted a lot of time."

"No, not really. We have been together since the prom six years ago. We just didn't know it was a permanent thing."

"Apparently we were the only ones that didn't. Humans."

"I brought the good frozen pizza."

We walked naked to the kitchen holding hands.

We would do that for regularly our entire life. 



Saturday Morning



We're both naked, having gone three rounds last night. Energetic versions of missionary, you on top, then doggy style to finish.

Now you're on your back when I take the precut soft but strong ropes from the bedside chest drawer and start tying you up for a special treat, my cock rampant and oozing precum in anticipation of the treat I'm about to give you.

First I tie your left elbow to your left knee, then right elbow to right knee, followed by left wrist to left ankle, then the same for right wrist and ankle, leaving you maximally displayed in your most open and receptive state, your shaven pussy glistening from pussy juices emitting from your anticipatory state. You have an inkling about what is to ensue.

After placing a few pillows under your head for comfort and to allow you full vision of the upcoming, I take the pump lube bottle on the bedside chest and apply a good dollop to the tips of one hand's fingers, then proceed to apply it to your nicely raised and totally exposed butthole, massaging the lube first onto and around your butthole with gentle but firm circular motions. I keep massaging just to tease you, then let one finger slide into you butthole to the first joint, then push it in and out to the first joint. Then the same but now to the second joint, then in and out between first and second joint a few times to relax and loosen your butthole for the buttplug which I quickly reach for from the bedstand chest. Not the blue one you used on me at one stage last night, before riding me, but the pink one, the larger one.

Keeping your butthole additionally widened, not that it's really necessary, with my left hand's thumb and forefinger I push the buttplug into your well-lubed butthole, you receiving it with a content sighing moan, feeling nicely widened and filled.

Catching your eyes with mine and keeping eye-contact I then move to kneel on the floor at the end of the bed, then lower my face to your pussy to apply my tongue to lick your well-juiced pussy in up-and-down motions, savouring the somewhat salty taste before alternating to burrowing my tongue as deep as it will go into your pussy, twirling and twisting it. Then I pull it out to focus my tongue's tip on your clit. After a while of these alternations between flat-licking, burrowing, and clit teasing I notice how your already fast and erratic breathing notches up a degree as a sign of you nearing a volatile orgasm. Your straining at the binds in your helpless but all the more enjoyable state speak of the same.

Then it happens. My tongue licking up-and-down you start going into orgasmic spasms. You want to scream out but overcome by the situation you only manage throaty gurgles, saliva flowing at the corners of your mouth as your hands strain wide open while your arms and legs spasm in their confines.

I let you wind down for a minute or so before I place myself, cock rock-hard, in a push-up position above you, my straight arms at your shoulders, but our bodies not touching, my cock above your swollen pussy, ready to impale you.

First I play with the glans of my hard cock at your pussy entrance, just pushing the glans in and out, you trying to meet me but constraints preventing and frustrating you. I smile devilishly at your attempts to grab my entire cock with your pussy.

Finally I push in, bit by bit till I'm fully in, taking in the warm gripping sensations of your welcoming and receptive pussy grasping my cock, and then start pumping you. Slowly at first, eventually picking up the pace, till I can't control myself. Nature takes full control as my pace and ardency increases, pounding your wet pussy with uncontrollable speed and ardency, nothing short of an engine piston going in overdrive.

Soon I start feeling my balls tighten in readiness to shoot a nice load of warm cum via my pistoning cock into your tight pussy. Totally ruled by the sensation in my cock and balls I start grunting in a staccato tone as a sign of nearing my peak.

Suddenly my balls and cock start throbbing and twitching, sending several strong spurts of cum into your welcoming pussy as I push in to the fullest, tensing and arching my strained back as my cum empties into you, the sensation of it in turn setting you off in a violent orgasm, you now finding your voice to scream out "YEEESSSS! YEEEESSSS! YEEEESSS! OH GAAAWWWD!"

Remaining inside you I lightly rest myself on you, our sweaty bodies making intimate contact for the first time in the session. Slowly my cock starts to soften inside you as our lips meet for light kissing while keeping deep eye contact.

As a special treat, and while still retaining eye contact, I ask you: "Honey, may I clean your pussy with my lips and tongue?"

Taken by surprise you're too stunned to reply verbally, and just nod eagerly with wide eyes.

I detach myself from you and slide down to kneel on the floor again, placing my outstretched tongue at the bottom of your pussy in anticipation of my cum dribbling out. When it does, I eagerly lap it up, and this in turn sets you off again in another orgasm. To help you along, I continue lapping up my cum and otherwise applying my tongue to your newly-fucked pussy.

After your orgasm subsides I start untying you, and you having again found your voice you keep repeating "WOW!" over and over, smiling at me before you push me down on my back to return the favour by cleaning my shaven cock and balls with your tongue and lips.

That done you lay yourself down on my left side, snuggle up on my arm, lying on your side, your left arm and left leg on me, and give me the greatest accolade of them all: "Good boy!", in an almost purring voice, your left hand caressing my right cheek appreciatively.

I respond by lifting your chin with my right hand's crooked fingers to bring your lips to mine for a tender kiss before we drift off for some additional content sleep.



Saturday Morning



first story, please be nice....



Its early morning, the sun is just starting to come up. I slip out of your bed still nude from our love making the night before. I turn and look at you still sleeping, so amazing. I kneel down and find the "toys" from last night, I pick them up and carry them with me into the bathroom. I love the door open. I learned my first few days with you never to close a door between us, unless the children are going to see me. I sit down on the toilet, and pee. I finish and wipe myself. I look over and laying on the ledge of the tub is a royal blue sports bra and a white pair of nylon soccer shorts (school colors, nice I think to myself) I reach into the hamper and find your dirty panties from yesterday pink silk a little big on me but I don't mind, I like to feel like I'm close to you when I run. I bring them to my nose and breath in deep. Licking my lips I slip them on. Then my shorts and last my sports bra. I brush my teeth. and wash the toys and put them in a drawer. I slip out of your bedroom quietly, and go downstairs its Saturday morning, your husband is already up. He slept in the guest bedroom last night because I was in your room. 

He smiles as I pickup my phone and my ear buds. 

"Good morning." I say softly. 

"Good morning Jill." He reply's "4 miles in about 20 minutes? 

I smile and say "4 miles with a warm up and a cool down in about 20 minutes, soccer tryout are in like 2 weeks." 

"Have a good one" he says as slip on my shoe's and, open the door.

Its Saturday, and he will be at the golf course by the time I get back. He has always been so accepting of me, I remember when You asked me to move across the country to live with you and your family. You assured me that your husband wanted this for you. From the time I arrived he has been nothing but good to me giving us our space and always being so nice to me. I have to be honest, the nights you tell me to sleep in the guest bedroom still break my heart but I understand, and I knew going into this that was part of the arrangement. I know I have helped your marriage, because both you and your husband have told me a few times that things between the two you have gotten much better, since I arrived. It makes me happy to sort of help. Your children have also been great, they like they have someone to hang out with and play soccer with or video games, they have grown on me quite a bit. I do know my place, I am yours, we have not had like a formal collaring ceremony but I'm sure you panning it. 

I smile as I run past one of the neighbors out for her walk with her dog. You told me her name but I really don't remember, I have met so many new people. I wonder if she thinks I am your niece, maybe like a nanny, or some type of exchange student. If she only knew how last night you had me bent over your bed as you were pushing you're feeldoe in and out of me, your hands on my hips holding me tight as I came for you. Or how right after then you lowered your self on my face and used my face and tongue to bring you to an orgasm. Then kneeling down as you had your Jilly lick your bottom until you came again. I think about yesterday morning. After I got back from my run and you were in the shower, you asked me to join you. I joined you in the shower, washing your hair, and your body. They you put your hands on my shoulders and started to push me down to my knees, I looked up at you and you nodded your head as I went to my knees. 

We had talked about you wanting me to do this for you. I told you about my desire to do it. I just didn't expect it this morning. I looked up at you and nodded my head as I opened my mouth. Next came your golden stream. First hitting my cheek, then my nose, then my chin as you control your golden stream and start pouring it into my mouth. At first the taste is overwhelming. I try to let it pour down my throat and I fight the urge to choke. You turned your body and stopped. You looked down at me and let me catch my breath. After a few seconds I looked back up at you and nodded. You smiled and took your right hand and guided my chin to you. This time you didn't miss and your stream went right into my mouth a little slower this time. I managed to drink you down that time, taking short breaths through my nose. Once you had finished you pushed my face into your cunny and my mouth found your clit, you were so excited it only took me a minute to bring you to your first orgasm of the day. 

I smile to my self as I round the corner to your house, and I start a medium paced walk, to cool down. I look at my phone and its 6:55. I'm 5 minuets ahead of schedule. I put my arms up over my head and steady my breathing. I take my shoes off in the garage. Like if figured your husbands car is gone, so I'm making breakfast for just the four of us. (Some people are suckers for McDonald's breakfast I think to myself) I get into the kitchen and splash some cool water from the faucet onto my face, then I wash my hands and start breakfast. Breakfast burritos will work, I find everything and need and whip them up. Your husband has already made the coffee, and I know just how you like it. I leave 2 burritos on a covered plate on the counter. If the kids are up they will find them, if they are not when they smell breakfast they will find them. I leave a note that says "breakfast."

I carry a try with your breakfast up the stairs and slip into your bedroom. You're already up with a cup of coffee and the paper. A twinge of jealousy hits me as I think to myself, your husband made love to you while I was running. I tell myself to calm down, that was part of the agreement. I smile at you and do a slow turn.

"Good morning, how did you sleep?"



Saturday Morning



NB; JUST A SHORT STORY WHILE I WORK ON SOME OTHER IDEAS. THANKS AS ALWAYS FOR READING AND FOR YOUR FEEDBACK - GOOD OR BAD! IT ALL HELPS. AS EVER ALL THE IMPORTANT PEOPLE ARE 18 OR OVER ETC ETC.

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"And don't forget to make a start on your chores please. Don't spend all morning in bed."

"No mum."

With that my mother left my room, closing the door behind her.

Saturday morning. No school. Thank god. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The bright sunlight outside was fighting to break through my closed curtains. I lay quietly, trying to decide what to do. I had just started the fourth in the series of the George R.R. Martin Game of Thrones books. I might read that. I was also thinking about Martha, a girl in my year at school who had caught my attention. I reached into my boxers and touched my soft cock and considered jerking off. Alternatively I might just lie quietly in bed for a bit longer and do nothing.

My parents had just gone shopping. They would be out for a couple of hours, so I had the house to myself. Well not quite. My elder sister, Rebecca, had gone out last night with her friends, and I had heard her come home at about two thirty in the morning. I knew it would be lunchtime, at least, before she emerged from her bed.

Becca, as I called her, or Bec, was a couple of years older than me and in college. I only ever called her Rebecca when I was angry with her, which was quite often. Since she had started college she had formed a new group of friends and went out quite a lot, especially at weekends, when more often than not she would stay out till the early hours. I guessed, though I didn't know for sure, that boys featured a major part of these evenings out. She was quite a pretty girl, I have to admit. Slim, about five feet six tall. Light brown hair that reached down between her shoulder blades.

Anyway I lay in my bed, wearing only my boxers. still not really having the energy or desire to do anything just yet, when I was surprised to hear a knock on my bedroom door. I glanced at my bedside clock. Twenty past nine.

"Matt? Are you awake?"

It was my sister.

"Becca?"

My door opened and my sister walked in.

"God, you're up early. You feeling ok?" I asked her.

"Mmm, can I borrow your cd player please?"

We both had the same radio/cd players, a present from our parents about five years ago. But the cd part of hers had broken and she often borrowed mine. Quite often without asking.

I nodded, still feeling too lazy to bother about anything. I watched her walk over to the table by the window to fetch my cd player. She was wearing a light gray vest and a pair of really horrible bright yellow shorts.

She took out the cd that was in it.

"What's on this?" she asked.

"Just some stuff I burned on the laptop. Nothing too exciting."

She put the cd back in and pressed play. As the music began she smiled at me.

"Oh wow! This is what I was dancing to last night. At the club! Cool!" she exclaimed.

At that she began dancing to the music. A bit self consciously at first. I just stared at her in disbelief. She carried on dancing, seemingly oblivious to my presence.

"What the fuck is she doing?" I thought to myself.

The song finished. She pressed the pause button.

"Shit I'm really hot! Do you have a drink?" she asked me.

I stopped staring at her long enough to nod to the glass of water on the shelf at the side of my bed. She leaned over me and took a gulp of water, before returning to the cd player and playing the next song.

"Oh I like this one too! Good music bro!" she laughed before resuming her dance routine in my bedroom.

I just lay there staring at her, not sure what to think. I looked at her dance. There was a sheen on her skin, like a layer of fine sweat. She was surely on something, either still drunk, or maybe 'on something'. Then she grabbed the bedpost at the bottom of my bed and started twirling around like it was a pole dancers pole.

My mouth fell open in shock. I was confused, amused and worried all at the same time. 

Confused because I had never seen her behave like this before.

Amused because it was quite a funny sight.

Worried because of the above two sentences.

I also realized, with a certain amount of shame, that I was turned on. Watching her dance in this way had caused my cock to start twitching.

This wasn't helped when she turned her back on me, bent forward and began rubbing her ass.

The song finished. The next one started.

"Oh I don't know this one," she said as she tried to dance to it.

She soon gave up and skipped to the next track, evidently one she knew.

"Do you like my dancing, Matt?"

"Err, yes, err, it's different. Not what I was expecting on a Saturday morning."

She continued to dance, pausing occasionally to sip some water. I noticed her dancing become more expressive, more confident and a bit more, well, raunchy.

To my amazement she peeled off her vest during her dancing, revealing a lacy white bra. If my mouth had been hanging open already, my bottom jaw must now be reaching down to the floor. During the next song she pulled down her shorts, revealing a matching pair of white lacy panties. I stared at my sister's scantily clad body, something she clearly noticed.

"Do you like my dancing?" she asked me again.

"Err, yeah, suppose."

"Is it turning you on?" she asked as she looked down at my bed sheet.

"No, it's just weird," I answered hoping she wouldn't notice the tent in the sheets.

Another song started up. She spun around, using the bedpost to perform her pole dance. Then she smiled at me, turned her back on me then unhooked her bra straps. She turned to face me, her hands covering her breasts. Then slowly she slid her hands away, exposing her naked tits.

"Becca?"

She didn't care. She continued dancing. I stared at her boobies. Not big. Not tiny. Just a good handful. Not that I would know. I was a virgin. My knowledge of sex was looking at magazines and watching videos on the computer. But to my inexperienced eyes her breasts looked fabulous. And my penis obviously thought so as it was twitching furiously inside my boxers.

My sister must have noticed this. She turned away from me, shook her ass, then pulled down her panties. She turned round, her hand covering the space at the top of her legs. Again slowly she slid her hand away, revealing a bald shaved pussy. I think my heart stopped beating at this point. My sister was dancing naked in front of me. She danced for one more song, then turned the music off, standing in front of me.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Bec...I...I..."

"Are you turned on?"

"Bec? Why?"

My sister sat on my bed, facing me. She pulled on my bed sheet, emphasizing the tent that my cock was making.

"God I feel so horny right now," she gushed.

I tried to ignore that comment.

"Can I see it?" she asked me, nodding her head towards my crotch.

"Bec, we...I... we can't."

"Why?"

"I'm your brother. It's not...it's not right."

"Hello..." she replied, pointing at her own nude body.

"Bec, I just can't. It doesn't feel right."

I knew but she didn't that my resistance was weakening.

She reached across for my glass of water and took a sip. As she reached to put it back I leaned forward and touched one of her nipples.

"Ah!! So you are interested," she laughed.

"I never said I wasn't, it's just..."

She raised her right leg, bent at the knee, higher up onto my bed, exposing her bare pussy. I saw the gleaming folds of flesh around her cunt lips, soft, wet and silky.

My sister pulled at the bed sheets again. This time I just let them slide down. All that remained was my boxers.

"I really wanna see it..." my sister purred.

I hooked my hands into the sides of my boxer shorts and yanked them down. My erect penis sprang free as the shorts went down.

"Oh my...now...oh..." Becca smiled.

She stared at my cock as I stared at her naked body. After a few moments hesitation she leaned forward and touched it. Her hand tightened its grip and she started to stroke my member.

"That feels good," she laughed.

I continued to stare at her. I might have been a virgin but I had seen enough videos and read enough stories to know what to do. And I had imagined enough scenarios in enough jerking sessions. But what was holding me back was the knowledge that this was my sister. It was one scenario I had never prepared for!

But again my resistance was crumbling. My naked sister was jerking me off and it felt awesome. Finally I reached forward to touch her breasts. Gaining a bit of confidence I leaned further forward and licked her nipples. With a bit more boldness I sucked them. She moaned as I did.

"I'm going to cum soon," I warned her as her stroking got faster.

"Don't. Not yet," she told me, as she pulled her hand back from my shaft.

She sat and let me suck on her titties. I noticed she was rubbing her pussy and moaning. After a few more minutes she stopped and looked at me.

"Have you calmed down now?" she asked me.

I nodded and she moved, straddling me. Taking hold of my penis she lowered her vagina onto my tip, then gently eased herself down as my shaft slid inside her. When she was happy that I was fully in her she moaned slightly and began to rock her body. My cock was inside her. I couldn't begin to explain how it felt. Soft, warm, wet, but above all it felt beautiful. I was keeping still as she rocked her hips back and forwards. Eventually I took her lead and thrust myself up and into her. It obviously was the right thing to do, judging by her moaning.

"Mmmmm...yes...oh...oh...yes...oh that's it...that's good...oh..."

"Bec I'm going to cum..." I warned her again.

"Mmmm...do it...cum in me..."

"Is it...ok?""

"God yes just do it..."

"What about...?"

"Oh god ...yes...oh...oh...yes...I'm on...on the pill...oh god just cum in me...PLEASE!!"

I could hold on no more. My cock twitch and I fired several jets of semen deep into my sister's cunt.

"OH...OH...OH GOD...OH YES!!" she screamed as she rocked against my twitching member, her own orgasm biting.

Finally we were done. She collapsed onto me and I wrapped my arms around her bare back. I could feel our hearts pounding together. After a few minutes she rolled off me, my now soft cock slipping out of her cum filled cunt. We lay side by side for at least fifteen minutes before either of us spoke.

Rebecca laughed as she looked at me.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked me.

"What we just did," I replied.

"And?"

"I don't know. What about you? What are you thinking?" I asked.

"Did you like it? Was it ok?"

"I guess."

"You guess? Did you enjoy it?" she asked again.

"I mean yes. It was...beautiful. It's just that...I never thought that my first time would be with...you know...my sister."

"I guessed you were a virgin. Well if it helps I never expected to be the one to take my little brother's virginity but it's fine. Don't worry about it."

"Will it change things though? Between us? What if mum and dad find...?"

She interrupted me.

"They won't. Not unless you tell them. And it won't change things between us, if you don't let it. Remember all those games we used to play as kids?" she asked me.

I nodded.

"Well just think of this as one of those games. But an adult game. It doesn't have to be life changing. We're just experimenting. Trying new things. This way we can be close. Real close, like we always used to be, just a new game."

I nodded again.

"Tell me. When you came in here, were you planning to do this?" I asked, curiously.

"Ha! Fuck no! I was just still on a high from last night. I had such a great time dancing and I just wanted to carry on. Then I suppose I kinda got carried away."

"Yeah, having sex with your kid brother is definitely getting carried away!" I laughed.

We lay together a while longer. Her hand strayed down to my cock which responded to her touch.

"Hmmmm...ready to go again I see," she laughed, feeling my stiffening member.

She sat up and leaned towards my waist. Before I knew what was happening my cock was engulfed in her mouth and she was sucking me like crazy. I lay back enjoying the sensation. I stared at her ass and started stroking it, and then I slipped a finger inside her pussy. She sat up and twisted round, straddling me again. Within seconds we were fucking madly. I was more confident this time and matched her rocking with strong thrusts of my own. We both moaned and screamed loudly as we fucked. She encouraged to me to fuck her harder and I pounded into her. This time we were so desperate to make each other come our sex was almost brutal as our bodies crashed against each other. Finally I came into her, shooting my seed deep into her sore cunt. She screamed as she came, before again collapsing on top of me.

"Fuck that was awesome!" she exclaimed.

We giggled as we thought of how bad we had been, yet we just felt so excited at what could be a new adventure. My sister stood up and walked to the window. She pushed open the curtains and opened a window, before crossing the room to open the door wide.

"Better get some fresh air in here. It must stink of our sex," she smiled, before climbing back into bed.

We lay in each others arms for at least another half an hour, before we heard a car pull into the drive outside. Becca jumped out of bed and peeked out the window.

"Mum and dad are home. See ya!" she giggled, picking up her clothes and walking calmly out of my room, still naked.



Saturday Morning



This is a follow-on story to my previous work, Friday Night.

It is a fantasy. 

Everyone is over 18 years of age.

I do not practice, nor have I ever practiced incest. Neither do I wish to have a sexual relationship with my own mother. 

I am an amateur writer, still trying to learn the craft. 

I would like to thank sadsack2008 for his editing skills and advice. Without his patience and knowledge you would actually be reading a very different tale. Thank you.

Any, and all, mistakes are my own.

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Saturday morning. 

Mikey's alarm clock woke him. He slapped at the thing to stop it's buzzing.

He hadn't slept much, his mind had been too excited. Memories of his mom's body had kept him awake.

Not able to fall asleep, Mikey's mind had also run wild with thoughts of what his father might do, should he discover that his mom had gone further than just the blowjob Mikey had been allowed for good school work. That they'd had sex. 

Eventually he must have fallen asleep. 

Now, still yawning and wanting to go back to bed, Mikey got up and opened his curtains. 

Through his window he could see his father busily working in the back garden, repairing the fence.

In the bathroom his eyes were drawn to the shower cubicle, the place where last night his mom had come to him and taken his cherry. Mikey remembered the amazing sensations he'd experienced. Given him by the hands, mouth and dark, hairy pussy of his mom.

He remembered feeling so empowered afterwards, he'd felt like a real man. Now, standing at the basin and looking at his reflection in the mirror, he just felt like his usual teenaged self.

Still in just the pajama bottoms and tee shirt he wore for bed, Mikey went downstairs. Through the living room and into the back kitchen. His bare feet slapping against the wooden flooring. 

He grabbed himself some food, flicked the kettle on to boil, stood at the polished worktop and looked out the net curtains that were draped over the kitchen window.

As he made breakfast he watched his father tearing down what remained of the back fence. Watched him pull down the old fence panels and rotted fence posts. A sledge hammer stood to one side, next to the new timbers and wooden panels.

Pouring the hot water, Mikey thought about his father. Thought about him discovering the truth. The idea both sickened and excited him at the same time. He couldn't understand why.

Moving away from the window, he went and sat at the table to eat. 

As he ate he heard the sound of the front door opening, heard his mom coming into the house. She was happily humming to herself as she came through the living room, she stepped into the kitchen and offered Mikey a good morning.

The last time Mikey had seen his mom had been last night. She'd been wrapped in just two towels and had been leaving the bathroom. Now, dressed for the day, she was wearing a sleeveless blouse, white in colour and featuring a row of buttons running down the middle. At her waist was a large fashionable belt, cinched over the casual, knee-length skirt she also wore. 

Setting her handbag to hang from a chair back, she spoke to Mikey: "Wow, the traffic was heavy this morning. I didn't think I was ever going to get home." 

Mikey finished his breakfast as she pottered around the kitchen, making herself a drink from the hot water he'd boiled. She was acting calm, normal. Totally unfazed about what they did last night. Mikey wasn't sure how he felt, nervous excitement, maybe.  

"All okay?" she asked him, as she leaned her plump, round arse against the kitchen units behind her. Sandalled feet apart, shapely legs parted, her small hands lifting the drink she'd made to her lips.

She raised an eyebrow at him when he didn't answer.

Mikey found he couldn't. 

He didn't know what to say.

He was looking at her, knowing that she was wearing clothes. But to his mind's eye all he could see was her naked. 

He now knew what hid beneath her clothes. 

The memory of her in the shower with him. Her mature MILF body, standing a head shorter than his own. Seeing the water slicking back her hair into a dark ribbon flowing past her shoulders, pasting itself to her body. 

Shower water running over the full, generously rounded curves of her matronly breasts. The dark points of her nipples wet and soapy as they stuck out from their circular areola. The water flowing over her wet tits and into the valley of her cleavage between. 

Mikey's mindseye replayed the visual memory of his mom in the shower. He saw her trim tummy and her flared hips. The full, round cheeks of her arse. The secret way she grew the dark curls atop her pubic mound.

His memories fast forwarded to them coming together. 

How her small hands had felt on his cock. Holding him. Caressing him. Slowly jerking him. Seeing his mom's weighty tits swinging beneath her as she leant over, against the tiled shower cubicle wall, getting herself into position to allow him to enter her. 

How he'd moved her feet apart, her shapely legs coming open, unlocking the entrance to her forbidden vagina. 

The hot touch of his mom's pussy as his body first made contact. Feeling her hairy gash spreading for his cock, the wetness inside, the heat. The near indescribable pleasure as he sank himself into it's clenching grip.

Mikey relived, through his memories, the sensations of holding his mom as he took her. Fucking her as the hot water sprayed down over them. Cumming inside of her cunt and watching his thick semen dripping out, past her wavy labia and coating the dark, furry hairs that lovingly covered her twat.

Hearing his mom's voice brought Mikey out of his daydream. 

"Cat got your tongue, again?" She asked, looking at him from where she stood.

Mikey had to collect his thoughts before he could answer: "Um, sorry. What did you say?"

"I asked if you were okay," she smiled at him. "Then your eyes glazed over as if you'd been bewitched. A goofy grin came to your face, you began to drool and make funny noises. You looked like the neighbour's dog does, when he tries to hump someone's leg."

Mikey sheepishly laughed. "No I didn't."

"No, you didn't," his mom laughed, too. "But I expected more of a response from you than I got. Sitting there like you'd never seen me before. Hard-on tenting your pajamas."

Mikey looked down into his lap. At the tented fabric pushing up at his groin. He coloured in embarrassment when he noticed the dark, wet stain over his dick. 

"It's not what it looks like," he quickly burst out. "I didn't cum."

She gave him one of her withering stares.

"Really." She began. "I am your mother. I think I know how these things work. I can tell the difference between ejaculate and pre-seminal fluid." 

Mikey was taken aback with the use of the technical sounding terms, his memory quickly skipping back to his biology lessons, trying to remember what pre-seminal meant. 

"Besides," she said. "After last night, I'm quite knowledgeable on the heavy load your capable of. That little mess is no way comparable to the flood you gave me."

Listening to her talk about him cumming, staring directly at him as she did. Catching him with an erection, no matter that they were now, technically, lovers, still made him want to make an excuse and run to his room. 

An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Mikey didn't know what to say, or how to act. He suddenly felt very much like a virgin again. 

His mom was still looking at him. 

He felt himself blushing. His cheeks burning.

He could feel himself sweating, his ass sticking to the wooden seat of the chair beneath him. 

He wished for his erection to go down, to vanish. But all he felt was fresh wetness coating the throbbing tip, further staining the front of his pajamas.

Mikey got up, grabbed his things and dumped them in the sink. Painfully aware that he was standing close to his mom as he did. 

Her hand caught his arm as he made to turn. 

Mikey was forced to look at her. He felt he would die from embarrassment.

Her eyes held him in their gaze and he felt he couldn't escape from her. 

He was standing so close that he could smell her perfume. So close that he could clearly make out each of the individual lashes around each of her dark eyes. 

Looking at his mom's pretty face meant he was taken by surprise when she touched the front of his pajama bottoms. His hips reflexively pulled back as his mom's fingers brushed over the tented fabric over his cock. 

Mikey's knees suddenly felt weak. 

He felt lightheaded.

He knew his mouth was open and he needed to close it, but all he could do was stand there and watch as his mom craned her head upwards and brought her lips to his ear.

"Reach under my skirt and take off my knickers."

"What?" Mikey croaked, feeling stupid. Making him even more embarrassed.

His mom's fingers eased down the waistband of his bottoms, over his straining erection, as she spoke: "I want you to get down on your knees. Lift up the front of my skirt. Take hold of my wet panties and take them off," she told him, matter of factly. "Then I want you to go and sit back on your chair, dick out, and I'm going to sit on it. Got that?"

Mikey shot a look through the net curtains, through the window at his father.

"What about Dad?"

"What about him?"

"But he's outside."

"So? I don't think he'd want to come in and watch, do you?"

Mikey was nervous. Excited. Physically aroused. All at the same time. 

His mom's fingers wrapped softly around his swollen prick. Slowly she drew her fist down, then up, along his veined shaft.

A groan escaped his lips before he could prevent it, robbing him of the words he was about to say. Killing off any nervous protests before Mikey had had chance to voice them.

Mikey looked out through the window, seeing his dad still out there. 

His legs wobbled as his mom added a milking squeeze to her hand's action. He had to seize hold of the worktop to help steady himself. The muscles in his right thigh were shaking uncontrollably.

"We shouldn't," Mikey managed to gasp out. "Dad's just out there. He'll know what we did, should he see us."

Suddenly his mom let go of him. Took three steps back and created a gap between them.

She looked at him expectantly but did nothing else. Folding her arms under her big breasts, she waited for him.

"It's up to you, Son. You can stand there, and do nothing. Knowing that I'm hot and dripping and willing to let you get your dick inside of me. Have it snugly held within my little pussy as I sit on your lap. Kissing you. Rubbing my big tits against you. Riding your gloriously hard and throbbing prick." She paused and took a breath. "Don't you want to love your Mom anymore?"

Mikey's embarrassment had vanished while he'd listened. As his hormonal teenage need for sex had grown more and more urgent his arousal had overcome it. 

He looked out at his dad. Way back down the bottom of the garden, busy. 

He looked back at her, next to him. Waiting for him to decide. 

His dick ached for his mom to touch it again. 

She spoke, her words giving him courage, determination. She repeated herself: "You're a man now, Son."

Mikey found himself closing the short distance between them, the arguments not to do this were growing less and less important to his mind. 

He knelt down before his mom, his head below the level of the kitchen worktop. 

His hands found themselves on her calves before Mikey knew what he was doing. 

His arms were shaking. His hands felt numb. With his eyes tightly closed, Mikey struggled to control his breathing. His heart was racing and he was so excited that he felt slightly sick.

As his hands lifted the hem of his mom's skirt away from her skin, the fuller form of her thighs were bared to his eyes. His hands slipped underneath the material. The heat of his mom's body warmed his touch. Mikey slowed his palms progress towards her still hidden panties, he had to stop and grip the firmness of her legs, to hold himself steady, as a last bout of nerves overtook him. 

He heard his dad outside, the sound of him pounding a new fence post into the ground with the hammer.

Mikey conquered his boyish nerves and pushed forward.

Slowly his palms stroked upwards towards the concealed underwear, his fingers following along the back of his mom's smooth thighs. His thumbs touched the soft material first, found the tiny stitching that kept the delicate clothing from fraying. His finger's slipped across the fuller back of the panty, smoothed over his mom's cheeky arse as his fingertips reached the waistband. 

His hands suddenly couldn't move any further upwards. Mikey opened his eyes, searching to see what was the problem. 

The restricting tightness shifted as his mom lifted the belt over her skirt slightly higher. His fingers now had the freedom to move, to capture, to tuck in beneath her hidden knickers and slowly begin the divestment of her clothing.

The last of Mikey's inexperienced anxiety vanished as the sexy purple panty his mom had been wearing was revealed to his eyes. Reverently he held the delicately soft, personal clothing. His fingers gently pulling them downward, over her knees, past her calves. 

As the intimate lingerie reached her ankles she held up a foot, slipped free of her sandal, steadied herself with a hand atop the worktop counter. First one leg free, then the next. The material slipped over her painted toes. 

Mikey sat back, looking down at the damp knickers he held in his hands. Feeling their softness. Playing with them, hanging them on the ends of his fingers. Tickling his aching balls as he dangled the fabric against their tight flesh. Shivering as he concentrated on dragging the soft purple material over his thickened shaft, across his own purpled cock-crown. 

"Hang them from it," his mom requested. 

He looked up at her, unsure what she meant. 

"Hang my knickers on your cock. Let me see it, please."

Mikey did as she asked. 

On his knees, his engorged dick stiffly angling outward from his body, Mikey hung his mom's sexy purple panties from atop his shaft. His wet-tipped, swollen cockhead proudly displayed as the conquering hero. 

Even he recognised the symbolism.

Mikey's mom beamed with maternal pride and satisfaction. Smiling lovingly at him, laughing in delight as he made his cock wagg like a dog's tail. 

Knelt beside the kitchen cupboards, Mikey's prick lifted and fell as he tightened and flexed his muscles. His dick moving back and forth as his mom's knickers slowly tumbled down his shaft, nestling among the pubes at his groin.

With one last wagg his cock came to rest. 

Mikey looked up at his mom, aroused confidence filling him. Waiting to see what she now wanted him to do. 

They both heard the noise from outside. Both ignored it. 

His mom's foot slipped from the wedge heeled sandal she wore and moved forward across the space between them. Softly, tentatively, the pad of her largest toe touched the underside of his shaft, pushing against it, forcing it to push back against his body. 

Balancing on one foot, she worked her toes up and down Mikey's shaft. The movement against his taut flesh causing his foreskin to peel back from across his cockhead. She broke contact, then brought the brightly painted nail of her big toe to touch the side of his spear-like organ. She traced along the outside length of him, stroked the nail down his shaft till she reached her bunched panties. Dragged her toes further downward and began to gently push against his balls.

"Shit," Mikey exhaled, as the pleasure of his mom massaging his nuts swept through his body.

His chin lifted, his eyes looking up to her, sweeping over her body as they did. Across her bloused middle, up, over her concealed heavy breasts, along her throat to her face. He saw the arousal in his mom's eyes, realised that his own probably burned with the same impassioned desire.

Her hands moved. Her fingers reaching for the hem of her skirt. Lifting it high up her thighs as he knelt raptly watching. 

Mikey's breath caught as he feasted on the offered sight of his mom's vagina. 

His pulse beat fast as he noted the signs of her physical excitement.

As his mom's foot worked over his hardness, Mikey's eyes took in the wetness that showed at the lips of her labia. He became fascinated by the glistening droplets of moisture that coated her tender, puffy flesh and clung to the fine, dark hairs that grew over her sex. 

Mikey's fingers itched to touch her. To feel his mom's moist heat. 

He tentatively reached out a hand towards her body. 

His mom stood there and watched his progress.

A low, throaty purr emitted from her mouth as his hand took possession of her.

Mikey's palm cupped over her pussy. He ground the heel of his hand into her. Mashing her slippery labia against his palm, the inside of his wrist tickled by the short, dark, curly hairs that she grew atop her sex. 

His mom's foot fell from his cock. It landed on the floor next to her discarded shoe. Her hips began to gyrate as her hands let the skirt slip. One reached for the kitchen worktop at her side. The other reaching out to his shoulder, gripping onto him as she steadied herself. 

Mikey didn't particularly know what he was doing, but he didn't want to admit his ignorance. The way his mom was grinding her slippery pussy into his hand meant she was doing half the work, anyway.

It didn't take a genius to know when she reached her peak.

Her grip on his shoulder increased. His mom's shapely thighs closed around his hand at the top of her legs. Her cunt grew wetter. Dripping wet. Mikey felt the muscles around his mom's sex start to twitch. She humped his hand. Grinding down on it. Smearing it with wetness. Riding out her climax until she slowed. Stopped.

Hearing his mom's gentle laughter made Mikey look up.

The laughter made her voice light: "That's one way to ensure I don't make you cum, I suppose." 

She turned her head and looked out the kitchen window before continuing. Her tone of voice, an attempt at seriousness, spoilt by the smirk she wore: "But remember, according to your Father's instructions, you're only allowed a blowjob on a friday night. And only if you've been a good little boy at school."

"Why did you agree to do it?" Mikey asked. 

"Please, don't ruin the moment with serious questions."

Climbing to his feet Mikey stood before her. They stood together, close. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. 

Soft. Gentle. Like a mother.

She breathed against his lips: "I can explain later. Not now."

She leant in and kissed him again. Like a lover.

"Now, cover yourself. Quickly," she warned him. "Your Father's coming in."

Covering his boner, Mikey dived onto a chair and pushed his lower body under the kitchen table. His mom pulled down her skirt and was just pushing her toes back into her sandals as Mikey's dad stepped in through the back door.

"You're back," he addressed his wife, as he stepped over to the sink, grabbed himself a used mug off the side and poured water into it. He drank noisily. "Huh, it's thirsty work out there. I'm sweating like a thief in front of a jury."

Mikey watched nervously, realising that he was sat unnaturally at the table with nothing in front of him. He felt sure his father would notice the lack of food or drink, recognising that something was obviously going on between his son and wife. 

His mom cleared away the mug when his father just left it on the side. Mikey was near to panicking when his dad came and sat down across from him. He didn't know whether he should say something to break the silence. He worried that if he did talk his voice might sound unnatural. But he also worried that not doing so might indicate some form of guilt. 




Saturday Morning



Mikey sat there sweating. Sat there like a rabbit caught in a headlight, waiting to see if it would be hit.

His mom put a small plate of biscuits in the middle of the table. His dad reached for one, bit into it, crumbs falling from his lips as he did.

Mikey nearly shit when his dad spoke to him: "What's up, buddy? You look like a man who didn't receive a blowjob from a sexy woman last night."

"Quit talking like that," his mom admonished. "I won't have words like that spoken at the kitchen table."

His dad winked at him, mouth full of biscuit as he did: "What, can't a man talk to his Son about women? I bet you can still feel your Mom's lips around your dick even now, am I right?"

Shocked silence filled the room. 

Mikey flashed his mom a quick glance, saw that she'd turned away and was looking out the window. Her back giving Mikey no indication what he should do. 

His dad reached for another biscuit, the movement making Mikey look back at him.

"Don't worry, Son. You don't have to answer. Least not while your Mom's around to hear, hey."

His dad's big, meaty hand reached across the table and slapped Mikey on the shoulder, an act his dad often did with his buddies from work.

The chair scraped across the wood flooring as Mikey made to get up. His ass lifted from the seat, it being safe to stand now his boner had gone - and Mikey stopped in sudden fear.

He'd forgotten about his mom's purple knickers. They'd been hung around his dick when he'd pulled his pajamas up. Now, without his hard-on to hold them in place, they'd fallen down the leg of his bottoms. 

Mikey looked down to make sure they hadn't fallen out. 

He panicked that they could hang down at his ankle while he was walking out, or be left behind on the flooring as he went. Either way, his father would see them and know something was going on. 

His ass dropped back onto the seat.

"You remember our deal though, buddy?" His dad's words made him focus on the tabletop. "You've gotta keep those grades up at school and attend all your classes, or you don't get shit come Friday night. Got that?"

Mikey nodded his head that he understood, he couldn't speak. 

"Now, you gonna get your ass in gear, get dressed and come help your old man with that fence?"

"Yeah, I'll need a minute."

His Father laughed: "A minute. Sure, I'll give you a minute. Now go and get dressed."

Mikey was praying that the panties wouldn't appear while he moved as quickly as he could out the kitchen. He leapt from the chair and shot through the door. Hopping on one leg as he went through the front room, his hand stuck up the ankle of the other pajama leg, fishing out his mom's knickers.

Rushing up the stairs, he tripped on the top step and landed on the upstairs landing carpet. 

Mikey lay there, twisted onto his back, turned his head to look out the window, looked up at the clouds in the blue sky.

He held his mom's discarded panties in his hand, running them through his fingers. The delicate fabric slipping over his knuckles as he waited for his heart to slow down.

Some minutes later his mom found him still laid out on the carpet where he'd fallen. As she began to climb up towards him he made to rise. She stopped him.

"No, stay laid there. Your Father's gone back out, so we've still some time to ourselves. Keep still and don't move, please."

Reaching the top of the stairs she moved so her sandalled feet stepped one to either side of his legs. She walked forward along his prone body and finished where his head rested. 

Mikey lay looking up his mom's skirt. His eyes taking in the insides of both her knees and her fuller thighs. It was too dark under her skirt to see any further, but he knew that his mom's nude lower half waited in the darkness. 

He laid still and watched her small hands work at the belt over her waist, then unfastening the skirt at her side. Both came free, she made sure they missed his face when she dropped them onto his chest. 

Mikey lay there watching as his mom stroked her hand over her hip. Her fingers stroking over the flared slope and then sweeping back towards her beautiful arse. His mom's fingers came back forward and moved onto the rounded curve of her thigh. The tips of her fingers skimmed across her pink flesh, closing in on where the dark hairs grew over her sex.

She was still physically aroused. Mikey laid silent and watched as her fingers slipped over the soft folds of her pussy. Watched enraptured as her fingers felt her moisture, split her feminine lips apart and slowly pushed inside of her opening.

Her fingers entered her body. Sank forward into her wetness and stroked upwards into her soft, clenching tightness. 

"Oh, God," his mom groaned out in abandonment. "This is so wrong, but I love it." 

Mikey felt that this was probably the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

Neck twisting, he moved his head closer to her and kissed the inside of an ankle. 

The contact of his lips made her body shudder. 

"Mom," Mikey began, as he built up the courage he needed to ask for what he wanted. 

His chest was suddenly tight again with nerves. He feared rejection. He began to speak but found his mouth had suddenly gone dry. He tried again: "We don't have long, but can we... Can we do what we did last night, again?"

His mom stopped with her fingering, moved from over Mikey and leaned herself against the patterned wallpaper between his bedroom and the bathroom doors.

"Are you asking me, or telling me?" 

Mikey really didn't know. He thought he should say asking, but he wasn't sure if his mom really wanted him to say telling. 

All Mikey found himself doing was looking up at his mom from below. Eyeing up her partially clothed, partially naked body. Her breasts still respectfully hidden, her sexy legs, big arse and hairy pussy immodestly displayed. 

A lump formed in his throat, but he swallowed it down.

"Right now my heart is pounding so hard," he courageously told her. "I'm buzzing with nerves. Scared that I'll make a fool of myself. That I'll run out of courage and not be able to continue. You've absolutely no idea how hard it is to keep this up, talking to you." 

Mikey paused, aware he needed to continue. That his mom was watching him, waiting for him to eventually tell her what he wanted from her.

"I've never had a girlfriend before, and I -"

Mikey didn't know why that had come out. It wasn't what he'd meant to say. It totally threw his train of thought and robbed him of further speech.

"Does that mean you consider me your girlfriend?" his mom asked of him, eyeing him intensely as she did. 

Mikey still couldn't speak. It was annoying him, now. He felt a complete fool and it was making him angry with himself.

"That's good, though," his mom continued. "Because I don't just allow any man to sleep with me, you know. Not that there's been anybody else, apart from your Father. So, are you my new man, Son? Are you my new handsome Boyfriend?"

Mikey looked at his mom stood against the landing wall. 

He thought she looked beautiful. 

Beautiful because she was the mother who'd raised him and cared for him as a child. The mother who loved him unconditionally. Had stuck up for him when he'd been bullied at little school. The person who'd been willing to help him when he'd got stuck with homework, who looked after him when he was sick and who never got angry when he did something wrong by mistake.

Mikey realised that his mom was especially beautiful because the love she shared with him was so taboo and deliciously wrong. 

Pulling himself to his feet, Mikey stepped across to his mom.

"Mom. Will you be my girlfriend?" 

"I thought I already was?" She replied, stroking his cheek.

"I - No - I wanted to ask you. If we were going to be, erm, going out together. I thought I should ask you, properly. So will you?"

"I suppose It would make our little deal work better," she smiled, a playful tone to her voice. "Not that we finalised the agreement, though, did we?" 

"Mom. Will you be my girlfriend?" Mikey asked again.

"And it wouldn't interfere with the deal you've already got in place with your Father. Who's not to find out about our own side deal, now, got that."

This was all starting to make Mikey frustrated. He just wanted a straight yes or no from his mom. 

"We never made a deal, though. You only mentioned it, last night. Please, mom. Will you just answer my question."

She raised a hand, and, placing it on Mikey's tee shirted chest, pushed him back a pace. 

Next, she tilted herself up on her toes, lifted her face to Mikey's and kissed him. 

One long kiss. Against his lips. That lasted several seconds.

Her sandalled feet landed back on the landing carpet and she smiled devilishly up at him. 

"That depends," she answered, turning to his bedroom door and slipping inside. 

Mikey followed and found himself watching his semi-naked mom stepping around his room, trailing her fingers as she went, across his shelves, his chest of drawers, the top of his computer desk.

"Depends on what?"

His mom paused, mid-step. 

She was next to his window and she looked outside, down to where Mikey assumed his father was working below.

His mom continued to look out the window as she spoke: "It depends on whether you've got the courage for one thing. But, you have been proving to be quite the brave young man so far this morning. It also depends on keeping it a secret from your Father. You do understand that, right?"

She turned from his window and looked at him.

"Yes. I understand," Mikey acknowledged. 

"And it depends on you still getting the good grades at school you're capable of. It also depends on you not giving the game away, so people don't recognise there's something going on between us that there shouldn't be."

Mikey stood there and nodded his head in agreement. 

"Just one last thing," his mom mentioned, stepping out of her wedge heeled sandals as she did. "It also depends on you taking me to bed, right now, and making me cum on that strong cock of yours."

As his mom climbed onto his bed, her knees sinking into the duvet, she looked back over her shoulder at Mikey and said: "You'd better get a move on, mister. Your Father's expecting you outside helping him, remember. He'll come looking shortly, and if you've not kept your part of the deal then you're going to be still single come lunch time."

The nervousness that had plagued Mikey before had now left him. His heartrate and breathing were both steady. The only thing that concerned him was the ache he had in his balls, that and lasting long enough to make his mom climax.

He watched his half-naked milf mom crawling across his bedding. Her big arse and shapely thighs begging to be squeezed. He swiftly kicked off his pajama bottoms, and pulled his tee shirt off, too. 

The springs of his mattress could be heard as his mom laid down on her front, her generously full chest against his bed. Her feet kicked back as her shapely legs parted, her painted toenails flashing as they rucked up the bedcovers. 

Seeing his mom's juice-slicked pussy had Mikey desperate to be inside her. His cockshaft was swollen and erect, stiffly solid and aching with need.

His mom grabbed a pillow from where Mikey usually laid his head and pushed it under her middle, lifting her naked lower body ready for his use. That done, she propped herself up on an elbow and looked back at him, made as if to speak, but then didn't. She kept her lips sealed and waited for him to make his move.

Mikey realised that he was now stepping on a path that would change his life for ever. 

Last night had just been about sex. But, now... Now, sex between himself and his mom would be about love, as well as lust. Never having had a girlfriend, Mikey wasn't sure what to expect, but he reckoned adding love into the mix could only make his and his mom's sexual relationship even hotter.

Only time would tell, and he couldn't wait to find out.

Climbing upon his bed, Mikey moved his body over his mom's and laid himself to cover her.

His knees knocked her legs together and he settled his lower body atop her bottom half. 

His body came down and his rampant hard-on brushed over his mom's full arse, it found itself burrowing along the deep crease between her plump cheeks. He laid there, dormant, his only movement being that of his hands as they reached up and took hers. Stretched her arms out before her head and against the covers, holding them there.

The fingers of his left hand slipped between the fingers of his mom's beneath. 

She curled her fingers and trapped his hand in place over her own. 

They laid like that for a minute, neither moving. Just a son covering his mom, as nature never intended.

Mikey's right hand moved and worked back between her legs.

Her breath caught as she exhaled. Her body went still for a second beneath his. 

Mikey positioned his hard prick at the entrance of his mom's wet sex and began to push into her. His cockhead spreading her apart as it sank inside her soft warmth. 

He stopped partway inside of her. Held his body still. Neither of them moving as his hard stiffness was swallowed into the mushy, liquid heat of his mom's twat.

"Oh," his mom breathed out. That one, short word was all that was needed to adequately describe how they both felt. What their bodies were both feeling. 

They could hear the sound of his father working outside as Mikey slowly began to move himself inside of her. Pushing his thick stiffness inside of his mom's aroused body until he filled her.

Mikey held himself still again, his body, his dick. The only part of him moving was his beating heart, which pounded against his mom's smaller body beneath his.

He began to move, though Mikey worked on keeping control over his arousal. Stopped himself from going too fast and cumming too soon. He used slow, steady strokes to push upwards. Pushing his stiffly swollen prick through his mom's delicate opening and into her soft centre.

"You can do it, baby," his mom encouraged. "Just keep it nice and slow. You can do it."

Riding his mom's full arse, working his stiffness against the soft insides of her creaming cunt, made Mikey's toes want to curl in pleasure. 

"A little faster now, baby. Just a little faster."

Slowly, gradually, Mikey's tempo began to increase. He could hear his father outside, he matched the timing of his pushes into his mom's mushy sex with the sound of his father hammering nails into wood. 

His mom began to groan out in pleasure. She tried to keep offering him verbal encouragement but her words were being interrupted with soft grunts, that accompanied Mikey's spearing thrusts into her. 

"That's it - Ugh! - Keep going - Ugh! - You're doing it - Ugh! - Making me feel - Ugh! - So good." 

Soon Mikey's bed was rocking with the movement of his thrusts. His mom clawed at his bedding with her fingers. She stopped trying to speak and instead buried her face into the mattress.

Her sex creamed upon his stiffness. Milked upon his swollen shaft. As her body shivered with pleasure she made delicately mewling sounds into his bedding. 

Mikey continued screwing his cock into his mom's soft, rippling cunt. Continued fucking into her moist heat as she melted around him. While he rode his mom's upturned arse, and listened to his father working outside, he fought off his own orgasm for as long as he could. 

That sense of maturity he'd first experienced last night came upon him once again. Mikey felt like a man. Capable. Determined. Self-assured. His confidence and self-belief soared as his mother allowed him to learn from her body. Find pleasure in her body. Make love to her body. 

Mikey felt himself an adult as his mom gasped out in pleasure while laid under him. While he covered her like she was his girlfriend and forced her clothed upper body down into the mattress, her big tits squashed beneath her.

Mikey picked up speed and his lower body pounded against his mom's nude lower half. 

Their taboo fuck had her body become over-heated and over-excited, once again. 

His mom's voice broke on a gasp. 

Her hips began to twitch under him. 

When his mom's milking cunt crashed down upon his throbbing cock the sensation drove his young body into a crescendo of ecstasy. Making him bury his face against his mom's soft, long hair as he reached orgasm. 

Semen erupted from his dick inside of her clenching pussy. His hot, cloudy spend came splashing out from his purpled head, as he ground his pubes against his mom's big arse and buried his climaxing cock into the depths of her mushy cunt.

She bore all his weight as he collapsed atop her. His groin pushed firm against the fullness of her womanly bottom. His firm body against her soft, warm, cushioning cheeks. His cock tucked up inside her. Safely held in her wetness. His wetness. Their combined liquid heat. Joined.

This time he managed not to cry, but Mikey still felt his emotions try to get the better of him. He bit his lip and concentrated on stabbing his throbbing, ejaculating, penis backwards and forwards inside of his mom's hairy twat. 

Once spent, Mikey lay atop his mom, listening. Listening to both of their ragged breathing. Listening to everything and nothing as his heart rate slowed.

Mikey pulled away and climbed off the bed. 

His dick was wetly glistening as it began to soften. 

He reached out his hand and took hold of a meaty arse cheek belonging his mom. He squeezed it and separated it from its twin. 

Mikey's eyes surveyed the scene before him. His mom still laid out on his bed, catching her breath. His eyes followed the line of her back until his gaze reached where his hand was rubbing lovingly over her bared bottom. 

Moving his hand, so his palm smoothed over her hot sweaty flesh, Mikey's fingers reached the back of her thigh. He shifted it towards him, parting his mom's legs. Exposing, from where it had lain hidden between them, the opened slit of her sex. 

It was leaking sperm. 

His sperm.

Standing over his bed, Mikey bent down, swept her dark hair away and kissed the top of her back. 

Kissed her like a son kissed his mom. Lover to lover. 

Kissed his lover while his sperm dripped out from inside of her. 

"Mom," he whispered against her flesh. "I think I fulfilled my part of our deal."

Mikey dressed while his mom recovered. 

He went over to his window and looked down into the back garden, and saw that his father was nearly finished on the fence. He realised he'd better get out there quick or he'd be in deep trouble.

Nearly through his bedroom door, his mom called him back. 

She laid there, on her side, facing him. She looked like she wanted to curl up under his covers and happily go to sleep.

Seeing her, so affected by their fucking, made Mikey's ego soar. 

So much so, that he asked her: "Now you're my Girlfriend, Mom, does that mean we get to go out on dates?" 

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Saturday Morning



Two weeks. Two weeks is an obnoxious length of time to go without an orgasm. Of course, Michael got in an orgasm every day, but he hasn't seen fit to reciprocate as of late. Leah thought she knew what she was in for when she agreed to the orgasm restrictions, but apparently she had been much too optimistic in her assumptions. Because, well, two weeks.

Two weeks.

So when her sleep addled mind felt her husband pulling her hips up first thing in the morning, she found herself hard pressed to get overly excited about being allowed to orgasm.

She had been fighting the feelings of love and hate regarding the new orgasm routine. She loved the idea that she was making herself available at her husband's whim, and she intensely loved the notion of simply being used as a method of getting him off. 

She really loved to orgasm too, though. The denial and the knowledge that Michael controlled her orgasm made her wet just thinking about it. So the less she came, the more she thought about how she wasn't "allowed" to come, which instantly turned her on, then she always had to circle back on to the fact her orgasms were solely at Michael's discretion. Truly a vicious cycle.

Leah groaned softly into her pillow as she felt Michael slowly pushing his dick into her cunt. She immediately shifted her hips higher to try and meet his lazy thrust, but a sharp slap to her right ass cheek immediately made her still. 'So that's how it is going to be'. 

She felt her husband's large, callused hand press down on her upper back as he picked up the pace. With her ass pulled up and out and her husband's hand pressing down firmly on her upper back, Leah didn't have much wiggle room. So she did as was expected and attempted to stay still while just accepting the cock pushing into her at an ever quickening pace.

Of course the fucking felt good, fantastic actually, even though Michael wasn't taking any care to hit the angle that would help her reach orgasm. The very fact that he was blatantly ignoring her need to orgasm only served to work her up more and she whined in a combination of frustration and desire. 

The whine earned her ass another sharp slap and she felt the hand move from her back and then two hands on her hips yanked her sharply against her husband's hips as he ground out his orgasm.

Michael let himself fall into the bed as he grinned to himself. He knew Leah desperately wanted to cum but he had been having an exceptionally good time watching his wife continuously working through her pent up frustration. He had a plan to allow her to cum. Later.

Leah still hadn't moved from the position he left her so he took a moment to admire her soft pants as she blatantly tried to keep her frustration to herself. He noticed the barely there rocking of her hips as her body subconsciously chased after the orgasm that wasn't going to happen.

Smirking and reaching over with his left arm, he pulled his frazzled wife into a spooning position. He pinched her left nipple viciously just to hear her gasp then dragged his fingers down her abdomen and ground two fingers against her swollen clit. Leah swung her left leg over his hopefully to give him better access and he took the unnecessary invitation to slide two fingers into her wet cunt. He pumped her pussy three times then dragged his fingers through his cum that had leaked out of her hole.

Michael shoved as much of the fluid he could back inside of her and then pumped his fingers in her sloppy cunt harshly until her body was tense and her cunt was grasping at his fingers. 

He quickly pulled out, gave a cursory rub against her clit, then brought his wet fingers up to her lips. Leah obligingly opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean.

Michael cupped his hand around Leah's jaw to be sure he had her attention when he gave her instructions.

"Now, would you like to cum today?" 

Michael laughed at the quick "Yes, Master!" and continued on with his conditions.

"You're going to go take your shower, put on the outfit I lay out, then make pancakes. Before that though, I need to piss."

He immediately felt Leah try to turn her head away from him like he knew she would, anything involving piss play never failed to embarrass her.

"None of that, I'm not done explaining the deal to you!"

Michael quirked his lips when he saw Leah narrow her eyes.

"Now, you can kneel in the shower with your head down, hands behind your back as usual, then go on with your morning. But if you want to cum today, I want to find you in there with your face up and mouth open."

He immediately saw her eyes flash in shock and she looked like she wanted to glare a hole through him. He loved it...

"Then you are going to swallow whatever lands in your mouth, suck me clean, then carry on. Your choice, now go!"

Leah rolled out of bed, stood for a moment, flexed her fingers, then walked into the shower. 

She slowly knelt into position, pulled her hands behind her back, took a deep breath, then tilted her face up and opened her mouth. Leah was not happy at all about the situation, except that she was. She never could sort out the feelings of humiliation and arousal that went through her whenever her husband took it into his mind that he wanted to piss on her. The desperate desire to cum practically made the decision for her to open her mouth.

Michael chose that moment to walk into the bathroom and laughed outright when he looked at her upturned face and open mouth.

"Obviously someone really wants to cum today."

He watched the brunette close her eyes as though she wanted to cringe and Michael felt a burst of pride when her eyes were the only movement she made even though he knew she was deeply embarrassed.

"You can keep your eyes closed but don't move away if you want to cum."

Too excited to linger, Michael took his dick in hands and aimed at Leah's chest. He couldn't help but smile softly at the small shudder that went through Leah's body as the warm stream of piss hit her breasts. He let the stream wash over her breasts then angled his dick up to her chin before finally reaching her mouth. The squeak and gurgling sound she made as the fluid landed in her mouth was enough to make him shudder in desire. God, he couldn't wait for the rest of the day to play out. 

He finished by pulling his stream up further to land in her hair which made her involuntarily duck her head. Surprisingly she had kept his piss in her mouth and he saw her lips clenched shut and twisted in a grimace as she looked up at him.

"Swallow."

He chose to ignore the glare she shot him in favor of watching the struggle on her face and her throat moving as she swallowed.

He offered her his dick which she dutifully sucked clean then sank back on her heels.

"Good girl, now get moving, I'm hungry and there better be coffee."

Michael walked out, threw himself back into bed, and smiled while replaying the memory of his wife struggling so sweetly with herself.

It was only 9am and they had the whole day to play...